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It was 1 am in the morning and Jongho was just finishing a grueling shift at the car wash. It was pride month and the annual colour festival had just come to an end. While he was grateful for the opportunity to celebrate, he didn’t like the influx of cars that came through the doors covered in paint. Jongho supposed that’s what he got for working at a 24 hour car wash. At least he had this shift with his favourite colleagues.
Jongho had worked at KQ Cars for just over 6 months, deciding to take a break and earn some money before going to university. The pay was decent, a little above minimum wage, and the staff were nice. He got on really well with two of his colleagues in particular, Wooyoung and Mingi, often asking to be assigned late night shifts with them to help with the boredom or stress, depending on the day. They made coming to work each day really fun as they were always up to no good, teasing their manager and generally wrecking havoc at the garage when they weren’t busy. Coming to work was hardly a difficulty for Jongho on most days, though, not when he got to see his beautiful manager Yeosang. Yeosang was an angel without wings and Jongho had been caught many times staring at his ethereal beauty. One of those times had been by Wooyoung himself and now Jongho could never live it down. Wooyoung had told Mingi too of course, so even on the shifts where Wooyoung wasn’t around, Jongho barely got a reprieve. At least Mingi wasn’t as much of a little shit about it as Wooyoung was.

Between Mingi, Wooyoung and Yeosang, Jongho rarely had trouble with working odd shifts at the garage, but today was hard. The last few hours of his shift had been filled with drunk people stumbling about and making noise. A few people tried to hit on him too but he was able to ignore them. What he couldn’t ignore, was the last customer trying to make a grab at Jongho. The guy didn’t seem to get the message that Jongho was not interested and had begun verging on sexual harassment when Yeosang stepped in, kicking the guy out and warning him never to return.

“Why did you let that guy get so far Jongho?” Yeosang asked, irritation colouring his face, “You’d been doing fine with all the other arseholes?”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of things, I figured he’d get tired eventually. Obviously I was wrong though so thank you for stepping in.”

“Don’t put up with bullshit,” was all he said before clapping his hands loudly twice and turning to face the rest of the garage, “Okay everyone, that was the last car, shift’s over for all of us, our replacements are already here. Wooyoung, you’re on laundry duty today, the rest of you, go home.”

A loud groan could be heard from Wooyoung.

“Why do I have to be on laundry duty today of all dayssssss”

Mingi laughed.

“Sucks to be you”

“Sucks to be you too” Wooyoung replied, “You’re staying at mine tonight remember.” Then, in that sing-song voice Wooyoung likes to use when he wants to be a brat he continued. “I guess you’re stuck by my side my looooveeee”

Jongho laughed as he watched Mingi’s face fall at the realisation.

“How come you’re going home with Youngie anyway? What’s the occasion?” He asked, feeling a little miffed at not being invited but trying to hide it as much as he could.

“Oh erm,” Wooyoung blushed, stuttering slightly, “We..uh… meet up with some friends....yeah friends once a week to hang out and de-stress.”

Jongho studied Wooyoung, recognising the telltale signs of Wooyoung lying but not understanding why. He looked at Mingi but he was obviously trying to avoid Jongho’s gaze and he was made even more curious, but he could see a red tinge dusting his cheeks.

“Do I know these friends? Can I join you guys tonight? I wouldn’t mind hanging out and de-stressing myself after the day we’ve had.”

Mingi started choking on the water he had started drinking, eyes wide. If it wasn’t obvious to Jongho before that something was odd, Mingi’s reaction would have definitely made it obvious. Now Jongho was determined to find out what they were hiding from him. He pushed the slight feeling of pettiness from not being invited aside, and decided to bring out his special weapon. Wooyoung had always said Jongho was cute and that he could never deny a cute ‘Jongie’ anything. Although Jongho hated being called cute, he couldn’t deny the thrill that went through him each time at the light embarrassment and the joy his reaction brought Wooyoung. Still he rarely intentionally tried to be cute, but the one or two times he had, it had worked in his favour to get what he wanted from Wooyoung, and he was going to use it now.

Wooyoung was already shaking his head, the reasons why Jongho couldn’t join falling from his lips. Jongho stalked closer to him, pout already forming on his lips. Wooyoung's eyes widened and he took a step back.

“No no NO! Do NOT get all cute on me now, fuck please.”

By now, Jongho had cleared the space between them, coming to stand right in front of Wooyoung. He tried to catch Wooyoung's gaze but he was avoiding eye contact.

“Jongho, I can’t just invite you, there will be other people there, it won't be fair to just turn up with a plus one unannounced.” All of this was said to Jongho’s chest as Wooyoung still refused to look up.

“That’s what phones are for Youngie, I’m sure you could drop them a text and ask. If they say no, I’ll back off.” Wooyoung gulped then glanced to Mingi

“Mingi help me” He hissed, but Mingi just gaped at the two of them, mouth opening and closing without letting out words.

“Please hyung” Jongho wined, trying to up his level of cuteness. He could tell he was almost there, Wooyoung was about to break and Jongho revelled in his power, internally grinning at the victory that was so close. Unfortunately, it would seem that victory wouldn’t come as Yeosang chose that exact moment to walk in and interrupt them, and Jongho took a step back, watching Wooyoung take in a deep breath as his shoulders fell in relief at having been saved.

“Why are you guys just standing around, everyone else has already left. Young-ah hurry, the others have been waiting for ages already and you’re just gonna be even later if you don’t get a move on.”

Jongho’s head whipped around when what Yeosang said finally registered in his head.

“Wait, you go to the regular meetups too Manager-nim?”

“What?” Yeosang asked, looking slightly stunned.

“Wooyoung said that he and Mingi meet up with friends once a week and now you just said you hang out with them too.”

“No I didn't. Those words never left my mouth.”

“Okay well you implied it, same thing. You said the others are already waiting and you guys are running late. Why am I not invited? Do the other guys in the garage go too? Am I the only one left out?”

Jongho was full on pouting now, not even trying to be cute, just upset at being left out by even their manager it seems. He looked between the three of them, no one wanting to say anything, the three of them just looking at themselves instead.

“Okay fine, I don’t want to intrude or whatever. You guys have fun without me. Everyone in this whole damn garage. I don’t even want to go anymore.” Jongho hated how childish he sounded but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t close to everyone in the garage, but he thought he was friendly enough with them to be invited to regular hangouts, especially with Mingi and Wooyoung. He even thought he was getting closer with Yeosang, but evidently it was all in his head and it hurt. Jongho had been an outcast at his school and he thought he had finally found a place where he belonged which is why he was taking this harder than he expected.

“Fuck Jongho please don’t cry, it’s not like that.”

Jongho didn’t even realise there were tears falling from his eyes. He wiped them away, embarrassed at crying over something so stupid.”

“Damn okay okay” He felt Yeosang’s hands on his shoulders, turning him gently to see his face, “It’s not everyone in the garage, it’s just the three of us here and a few guys from the laundromat down the street.”

He rubbed his forehead trying to figure out how to continue what he wanted to say.

“It’s not that we don’t want to invite you or hang out with you Jongho, we just…..it’s not a regular hangout…..we have an…arrangement kind of…and…” Yeosang stopped and closed his eyes, muttering words Jongho couldn’t catch.

“Look we meet up and fuck okay, one great big orgy that helps with the tension of the week.”

A gasp could be heard behind him from Wooyoung, though Jongho barely heard it considering the static in his ears. What?!

“Mingi you can’t just say that what the hell.”

“What, it’s your big mouth that got us into this in the first place.”

“Hey!”

“Guys, that’s enough!” Yeosang’s low voice belied the authority in his command, but Wooyoung and Mingi stopped anyway.

Trying to get them back on track, now that his brain had come back online, Jongho asked the first thing that came to mind.

“So, does your not wanting me there mean I’m not someone you want to sleep with?”

“What?” Wooyoung exclaimed. “That’s what you want to ask? No questions about 7 guys meeting up weekly for essentially a depraved orgy?”

“Depraved?”

“For fucks sake Wooyoung SHUT UP! You’re making this worse”

“Language Mingi” Yeosang sighed. “Wooyoung, please stop talking and focus on getting the laundry gathered, this is taking way too long.”

“Wait laundromat, the one we use for uniforms? As in the one that San works in?”

“Wait, you know San?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yeah, he’s usually the one working when I’m on laundry duty. Is he part of your….depraved sexcapade?”

“Please don’t call it that” Yeosang begged, “Wooyoung and Mingi, you guys head out. I’ll meet you there later. Jongho, let’s go sit in the office and talk.”

It took a few minutes but everyone separated, packing up their things and tidying up the rest of the garage mess. Wooyoung and Mingi left, and Yeosang guided Jongho to his office, closing the door and sitting on the edge of the sofa, placing his hands on his lap.

“Please sit down Jongho.”

Jongho did as he was told, sitting on the other end of the couch.

“I’m sorry this whole thing happened and I’m sorry it was upsetting for you, I would like to lead with that. Please know that we wouldn’t organise a company wide meet up and not invite you, that’s just mean firstly, and secondly, we would want you there. I would want you there. Are we okay on that?”

Yeosang waited till Jongho gave an affirmative before continuing.

“Now our arrangement. There’s no normal way to talk about this, and honestly this is so inappropriate for the workplace that I would rather not have this conversation at all, but I understand that too much has been said for it to be left alone now, and I don’t want you coming to the conclusion that there’s something wrong with you so,” He took a big sigh before continuing. “For about a year now, Mingi, Wooyoung and I have met up with a few friends, outside of the garage, to hang out with. And to answer your earlier question, yes San is part of those few. It didn’t start off as sexual. We would grab a few drinks, watch a game or a movie or something, and just talk about the challenges of the week. It was San Wooyoung and I. Actually I met Wooyoung through San and we hit it off quite well. Anyway, San and Wooyoung were dating and as you can imagine, Wooyoung never let the fact that I was right there stop him from acting out. I actually started feeling a bit awkward; Wooyoung started redirecting his attention to me, in front of San. I didn’t know what he was playing at. Wooyoung can be a little shit sometimes and I didn’t want to be involved in whatever his plan was.”

“Manager-nim, sorry to interrupt, but I feel like this story is going to take a while and you seemed to be in a hurry earlier.”

Yeosang chuckled.

“You’re right as usual. Well the abbreviated version. We started as a group of 3, eventually grew to a group of 7, and Wooyoung was the catalyst to turning things from platonic to more.”

Jongho nodded. He could see how Wooyoung would be the one to change things for everyone. He was VERY tactile and had ZERO filter. It made a lot of sense.

“He said depraved. What does that mean?” Yeosang sighed and shook his head.

“That boy needs a permanent gag honestly.” Jognho blushed, the image of a gagged Wooyoung popping into his head and making his tummy stir. “Also because of Wooyoung, the guys and I have found it….easier…. to work with each other to fulfil needs that we may not be comfortable talking about outside of a trusted circle. It’s not always like that though, it depends on who’s there week to week and the mood everyone is in. Consent and all that.”

Yeosang faded out, just staring at Jongho, waiting for him to answer.

“I know it’s a lot, and it’s not conventional.”

He waited some more but honestly Jongho didn’t know what to say. He could feel his body temperature increasing, all sorts of images flashing through his head. He’d had a massive crush on his manager but that didn’t stop his lingering eyes on Mingi and Wooyoung, even on San on the few occasions he saw him. How could he not? They were gorgeous beyond reason, and very sweet to him, if a little annoying. And he was a young 18 year old gay boy, with a strong libido. He had always fantasised about them individually, but never together, and now he felt like his body was going to explode with information overload. Jongho’s mind was working at breakneck speed trying to go through so many emotions at the same time that he simply couldn’t form words to reply.

“I’m sorry that all of this has happened the way it did. I understand if you want to hand in your resignation or want to report us to the head office…or both really. This is super unprofessional and a serious breach of office policy.”

Jognho was confused. Quit? Report? What on earth was Yeosang talking about? He was trying not to combust, not quit!

“There’s nothing to apologise about manager-nim.”

“Of course there is, I can see your entire body flushing red from embarrassment and I don’t blame you. This is not a workplace conversation topic. I…”

“I’m not embarrassed manager-nim. At least not for the reason you think. I’m…turned on.” Jongho gulped, his confession sitting heavy in the air between them.

“You’re turned on….huh?” Jongho watched as Yeosang’s eyes dipped down to where he was trying, and failing, to hide the still growing erection, before his gaze flew back to Jongho’s face. He studied Jongho some more and a slow smirk grew on his lips. “Well, that’s very interesting isn’t it.”

Jongho felt like crawling under the table. Yeosang’s tone was almost condescending and it made him want to moan and disappear into the ground simultaneously. He bit his lip hard in an effort to curb the growing heat within him. He could see Yeosang’s eyes twinkle but mercifully, he didn’t say anything about that. After a bit more silence Yeosang stood up and picked up his things, ushering Jongho to do the same.

“Well this doesn’t change much. It’s still not appropriate for a conversation at work but I won’t apologise again since you asked me not to. Now that you know what this meetup is, I’m sure you can understand why Mingi and Wooyoung didn’t invite you so I hope you’ll stop being angry at us and we can go back to being friendly. I know for a fact they will be worried about you since things weren’t left on a good note, so maybe you can give them a call sometime tomorrow and make up.”

“Can’t I just tell them tonight when I see them?” They were almost at the front door by now, the final bits of lock up left.

“What do you mean?”

“I still want to hang out with you guys tonight.”

“But I just explained what’s most likely to happen tonight, Jongho.”

“Exactly, and that’s why I want to come even more.” Jongho smirked, hoping Yeosang caught the pun. By the sound of the scuff that left his lips and the eyeroll, he definitely did, and Jongho grinned. He decided to up the ante, hoping that being cute would work as well on Yeosang as it did on Wooyoung.

“Please manager-nim, I promise to be on my best behaviour.” Jongho pouted and made his eyes as wide as possible. He watched as Yeosang closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

“You may just be a bigger brat than Wooyoung.” Jongho laughed.

“I’ve been learning from the best,” he replied smugly. “So does this mean you’ll let me come manager-nim?”

“Enough with the manager-nim, call me hyung.” The amount of authority in Yeosang’s voice re-kindled the flames that had been tempering within Jongho and this time, it took herculean effort not to let the moan building in his throat out.

“Will you let me come hyung?” Jongho asked again, his body involuntarily jerking forward as the words left his lips. Apparently he had a hyung kink he didn’t know about.

“Fuck!” Yeosang whispered, turning around and walking straight to the door. “ Fuck, fuck, fuck my life.” He stopped with his hand on the handle, turning back to see Jongho wasn’t behind him. “Well, are you just going to stand there?”

Jongho rushed forward, excitement for the rest of the night reaching unfathomable levels. They got into Yeosang’s car and took off. Jongho spent the drive staring out of the window blankly. He didn’t know what to expect from tonight but he knew it would be an out of the world experience. In truth he wasn’t fully prepared, he had played with himself a lot, but never with someone else, and although he’d watched porn for years, he was smart enough to know that porn really wasn’t a good representation of reality. He was excited for sure, but he couldn’t quite ignore the nerves either. He wondered if he should mention his lack of experience to Yeosang, but he didn’t want to risk being uninvited. He was sure he’d be able to handle it, and at any rate, Yeosang had mentioned that consent was an important thing for them. If it became too much, he would just back out and face the consequences then.

After about 20 minutes, they arrived at a block of apartments that rose several metres above the buildings next to it.

“Who the hell lives here? It’s so fancy! I thought we were all kinda broke / just getting by? Didn’t you say the others worked at the laundromat?” Jongo knew he was spiraling a little bit but he couldn’t help it, the building gave him flashbacks of his one and only attempt at having a best friend. The boy was from a well off family and let’s just say it didn’t end well.

“The others work there, but one of them’s actually the owner, Hongjoong. Well, his family owns it, not him, but our branch is the branch he manages, and they have a bunch of other branches scattered around the country. I’m pretty sure his family does other things as well but I've never really asked, it’s a bit of a touchy subject for him.”

Jongho just gulped, not really sure how to feel. There was a level of comfort of them all being working class like him, and he didn’t realise it until now, when that comfort left him.

“Don’t worry, he’s really nice…most of the time.” Yeosang gently pushed Jongho forward, locking the car behind him. They got into the elevator, going up to the top floor. When they stepped out, Yeosang walked them to one of the two doors on the left and rang the doorbell. It took a minute but the door was opened.

“Fucking finally Sangie, San and Hwa-hyung already started and….” He trailed off when he noticed Jongho standing slightly behind Yeosang.

Jongho was struck dumb. Wooyoung's lips were ruby red, and swollen, evidence of a good make out session. His white shirt was hanging open, showing off his washboard abs and rosy nipples. Jongho was stuck in a trance and he missed the interaction between Wooyoung and Yeosang, only breaking out when Wooyoung turned around giving them space to come in and walking further into the flat.

“Sangie is here and he brought a friend” He heard Wooyoung say, and then he heard a voice he didn’t recognise replied.

“A friend? What the hell. Why would he do that?”

Before he could look to Yeosang for guidance, a man walked into the corridor. He was wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a sleeveless jacket over it. Jongho had never seen this man before, but he knew instantly that he would feature in at least a few of his future fantasies. Jongho’s eyes travelled from the top of his light brown hair, across the freckles that were dusted on his cheeks and nose, all the way down to his bare feet that looked so soft and dainty. Jongho didn’t have a foot fetish but he could understand why someone would, looking at the strangers feet.

“Hello, who are you?” The question sounded like it was aimed at Jongho, but the man looked directly at Yeosang so Jongho decided it wasn’t meant for him to reply.

“This is Jongho, he works at the garage with us.”

The man stared at them for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, scrutinising Jongho, before looking back at Yeosang, scoffing and disappearing. It was such a weird experience that Jongho didn’t know what to make of it.

“Well, that went well.” Jongho looked at him like he’d grown an extra head and Yeosang chuckled.

“You’ll understand soon enough. Take off your shoes and let’s head in. Wooyoung mentioned that the party was already starting.”

Jongho did as he was told and followed Yeosang. When they turned the corner, Jongho came to an abrupt halt. He didn’t know where to look. The room was open plan, a mix of earthy tones and black sleek furniture. One side of the building had floor to ceiling windows and he could see the city lights twinkling for miles. It was simply beautiful. But even more beautiful was the group of people scattered around the room. His eyes first caught a tall man, standing by said windows with legs that went on for miles. He wore dark wash jeans and a white shirt, buttons completely undone so you could see the inner shirt he wore, also white. He held a glass of brown liquid in a glass dangling from his fingers and Jongho felt hypnotised by the single finger he was using to stroke the side of the glass, the small ring shining every time it caught the light. He almost missed the man kneeling at his feet until he heard a small whine.

The sound drew his attention and Jongho gasped, surprised to see Mingi kneeling at the man’s feet. He was facing the man, so Jongho could only see half of his face and for that, he was grateful. He doesn’t think he could have looked Mingi in the eye while he was like that. The white shirt Mingi had changed into after work was unbuttoned and half removed. Jongho traced the muscles of his arms with his eyes until they disappeared under the shirt that had been used to tie his hands behind his back. Mingi whined again and Jongho searched his body, trying to figure out what was causing the sound to fall from Mingi’s lips. He was confused when he didn’t see anything but then a voice startled him from behind.

“Look closer, at Yunho’s foot”

Jongho tried to turn around, to see who was talking to him as he didn’t recognise the voice, but the person stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and the other nudging his face forward. Jongho did as he was told and looked at Mingi again. He figured the man standing must be Yunho so he let his eyes travel down. Yunho’s foot was partially hidden by Mingi’s body so he took a step forward to get a better view. That’s when he noticed that Mingi was actually sitting on Yunho’s foot, jerking forward every time Yunho flexed his foot.

As his brain tried to catch up with what he was seeing, a small object dangled in his face.

“Take it,” the voice behind him whispered.

Jongho reached up to obey, turning the object around. It was a remote of some sort, but he wasn’t sure what it was for. He clicked a random button and his eyes shot up as Mingi whined in response. Jongho clicked the button again, this time watching Mingi closely. Contrary to what he expected, Mingi seemed to deflate. He thought the remote may have had something to do with Mingi’s whines but apparently not. Now he was even more confused. It must have shown on his face because a giggle came from behind him.

“Try again baby bear.”

Jongho paused, a little thrown off. Only Wooyoung had called him baby bear before but this was definitely not Wooyoung's voice. Casting the thought aside for now Jongho pushed the button again and this time Mingi did react. He jerked forward with a soft whine of please. Finally Jongho turned around, ready to ask for clarification. His imagination was running wild and he figured it was better to just know instead of making assumptions. He didn’t get to the question part though because he was made mute when his eyes fell on the divine looking being behind him.

A small “damn” fell from his lips. The man was wearing a white, fitted t-shirt that just reached his waist. A slab of smooth skin was next and Jongho had the sudden urge to lick it. The white band on black boxers led down to blue jeans and bare feet. Jongho looked back up at his face. He could swear there was a glow behind the man, like one you would expect to see on an angel. His lips were glossy and pink, his cheeks rosy, and his eyes sparkling behind the hair that had fallen on his face.

Jongho was broken out of his trance when the man chuckled and took the remote from his hand.

“Princess over there has this cute little plug that he likes to wear and this is the remote. Isn’t that fun?”

“I don’t know how you can call that thing little hyung” He heard Wooyoung say from somewhere next to him. “It takes ages to work it into him.”

The man just laughed and Jongho got lost again at the sound.

“Hwa, leave the baby alone. Come sit, let's talk. We have to go over the rules again now that we have a newbie.” It was the voice of the man from the door Jongho managed to figure out after a moment. He turned and watched as everyone moved to find a place to sit. Everyone except Yunho and Mingi who stayed where they were standing and kneeling respectively.

“I think we should start with introductions,” said Yeosang. “Jongho only knows half of us.

“I’ll go first. My name is Hongjoong, welcome to my home.”

Ah so this was the laundromat owner. Jongho gulped, worried that he had made a bad impression already by turning up to this man’s home unannounced. Although technically Wooyoung did announce his presence after they’d arrived.

“I’m Seonghwa, the oldest of the group.” This was the angel that had given Jongho the remote. His name suited him. Could he be any more perfect?

“You already know me and Sangie,” Wooyoung said next.

“I’m San, hopefully you know that. We’ve met at the store a couple times and I hope I'm not that forgettable.”

“It’s impossible to forget you, San.” Jongho wasn’t quite sure he meant to say that out loud, but the blush that spread on San’s face was so worth it.

“Last but not least, I’m Yunho. Boyfriend to this pretty princess here. You already know Mingi. Say hi Mingi.”

Jongho watched as Mingi struggled to maintain eye contact with him, saying a quick quiet hi and looking down again. Jongho could understand why. The Mingi he was seeing right now is very different to the Mingi he works with at the garage. He would never have expected a man like Mingi to be kneeling at someone’s feet and answering the nickname princess.

Jongho looked around and realised all eyes were on him. It was his turn.

“I’m Jongho,” he waved nervously, he glanced at Yeosang and received a slight nod so he continued. “Urgh…I work at the garage with Wooyoung and the others.” He didn’t know what else to say but then Hongjoong spoke up.

“Wanna tell us how you ended up here, in my living room?”

“I…” Jongho stopped, not knowing how to continue. Thankfully Wooyoung came to the rescue.

“It’s kind of my fault...I think. Mingi was making fun of me for being on laundry duty so I reminded him that we were coming here together since he’s staying at mine this weekend, so that meant he was on laundry duty too. Jongho overheard us talking and got upset for not being invited. Then Mingi blurted out that were were having a depraved orgy—”

“Hey, I never said anything about it being depraved.”

“Aaaand” Wooyoung continued rolling his eyes, “Jongho took it as us not wanting to sleep with him and started crying.”

“Wait what?” Yunho laughed. “I’m sorry to laugh but how on earth did you come to that conclusion Jongho?”

Jongho just sat still, glaring at Wooyoung for including that part in his retelling. He absolutely did NOT need to mention the tears. No one here needed to know that!

“Perhaps I can answer that.” Yeosang stepped in as Jongho started planning Wooyoung’s murder in his head and Wooyoung returned his glare with a satisfied grin. “It seems our sweet little bear has been having not so sweet thoughts about his colleagues. Isn’t that right?”

Jongho’s attention immediately switched to Yeosang. Why???!?!!!?!? Why would he say that? Jongho had never felt the level of embarrassment he was feeling now. He wished the world would just end right now so he wouldn’t have to face any of these people ever again.

“Wait, you too?” Asked San

“Me too what?”

“Half the things we have to work out of those two brats over there is their obsession with you.”

A “hey!” from Wooyoung was heard at the same time as Jongho said “Brats? Obsession? Me?”

“Yup. Brat one and two.” Yunho pointed to Mingi and Wooyoung. “They egg each other on with fantasies about the cute new makdoongie and we’ve spent a lot of weekends working you out of their system.”

Jongho didn’t know how to start deciphering what Yunho had said. It sounded so far from any possibility Jongho could have imagined that his brain simply wouldn’t accept it as truth.

“As cute as all this is, we’re losing moonlight here. It’s already waaay later than normal for us and I have had a very shitty week so I’d really like to get to the fucking part.”

Jongho heard a scoff, but he didn’t know who it came from.

“I’m going to assume that Yeosang explained what to expect from tonight?”

Jongho thought it was a rhetorical question but when Hongjoong didn’t continue, Jongho gave a nod in agreement.

“Obviously he didn’t go over the rules.” Hongjoong’s sharp gaze switched to Yeosang.

“Honestly, I expected him to back down once I mentioned sex so he kind of caught me off guard by still wanting to come and my brain was only half working from then on.” Yeosang defended.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Well rule number 1 is verbal responses to every question. There are a lot of us, and over the years, we’ve gotten accustomed to each other. This is great most of the time, but it does mean we make assumptions that aren’t always right. Now we ask a lot of questions, and we expect verbal responses. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” Jongho replied.

“Good boy! Looks like we have a fast learner.” Hongjoong smirked as he watched Jongho squirm under his gaze and blush at the complement.

“Rule 2, consent can be taken away at any moment. Some of us, Wooyoung, like to bite off more than we can chew. Please know that it’s okay to tap out of something, even if you’re the one that suggested it in the first place. Can you promise to do that? Especially as this is your first time with us. Don’t feel obligated to agree to anything if you’re not comfortable, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll speak up if I need to.” Jongho wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep that rule. He’s struggled with speaking up for himself in the past, and although it’s something he had been working on, the situation he’d found himself in tonight was new and he couldn’t guess what things would be like in the moment.

“Do you know the traffic light system?”

“The what?!”

“The traffic light system is a colour system we use to give indications of how we’re feeling. You know how sometimes during sex your mind says one thing but your body does the other? Like saying stop when you’re getting closer to a climax even though you want the other person to keep going?” Jongho was getting more and more confused but Hongjoong just continued. “This helps with that. We all use the traffic light system. Red means stop immediately, yellow means I'm reaching my limit, please check in, and green means I'm all good. For you today, we’ll take your stop as stop but it’s good for you to know in case you hear it from someone else. Does it make sense?”

“Yeah,” Jongho replied. He could understand the theory of it, he just hoped he remembered it in practice.

“Joongie, my love, I think those three are the most important for tonight. Like you said, we’re losing moonlight, and I think Mingi is about to explode.”

Jongho looked at Mingi, he had completely forgotten that Mingi was still kneeling by Yunho. Now, he was full on humping Yunho’s leg, lips wrapped around three of Yunho’s fingers and saliva dripping down to his chest. That must be how he kept so quiet. Jongho was in a trance, and he didn’t come out of it until someone grabbed his chin to physically move him. It seems someone was talking to him. How embarrassing. He hadn’t even noticed that people had started moving again, now the conversation was over.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said”

Wooyoung looked at him amused. “I was asking if you're a top or bottom. We didn’t end up getting to that.”

Jongho blushed. Obviously he didn’t know for sure but he figured he was a top considering he’d always been attracted to the bottoms in the porn he watched.

“Top?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I think top,” Jongho said, trying to sound more sure.

“You think?” Wooyoung was looking at him quizzically. “You have had sex before? Right?”

Jongho’s eyes widened as he hesitantly shook his head. What 18 year old was still a virgin. Oh how embarrassing. He may as well just leave now. No one wanted to deal with a virgin, especially on a night like this. What was he thinking, asking to be here?

“You’re a virgin!” Yeosang exclaimed from behind him, turning everyone’s attention to him. Jongho burned with mortification, the blush worsening as he heard Yunho laugh and say “Oh this is going to be good.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa stepped closer, moving as if they had one mind. Seonghwa reached out to Jongho.

“I think we need to sit down again”

“Erh … I’m not sure Mingi has another conversation in him, so I’m going to settle him if that’s okay” Yunho spoke up. “Hongjoong, I can use your bedroom yeah?”

“Sure, go on.” replied Hongjoong at the same time as San said “Have fun princess”

Yunho helped Mingi stand up and escorted the vibrating man out of the living room.

“Sanie, could you follow them and grab my toolbox? Someone needs to pay for the extra stress of this weekend.” Staring at Wooyoung, Hongjoong added “I know just who it will be.”

“Wait, why me?” Hongjoong just looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Wooyoung halted his protests.

“Okay, can we sit down again now?” asked Seonghwa and Yeosang moved first, going to sit on his knees on the floor and dragging Wooyoung behind him to do the same. Seonghwa pulled Jongho along with him and sat them down on the couch in front of Wooyoung and Yeosang. Hongjoong followed last, coming to a stop between Yeosang and Wooyoung so he was facing the sofa like them. He placed his hand on their heads making Yeosang flinch slightly.

“I think I'll take the lead on this one.” Seonghwa said. “Jongho, just to reiterate, you’re a virgin?”

Jongho nodded, adding a small yes when he saw Hongjoong raise an eyebrow.

“You’ve never slept with anyone, male or female?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. That’s fine.” Seonghwa paused to gather his thoughts. “Did you understand that all 7 of us would be having sex tonight? Was Yeosang clear on that when he spoke to you?”

Seonghwa looked at Yeosang briefly and Yeosang winced slightly.

“I swear I explained everything hyung” Yeosang rushed to reply.

“I’m sure you did” Hongjoong responded, stroking Yeosang’s jet black waves, “But that doesn’t mean Jongho fully understood what that meant, so we have to ask him again.”

“Yeosang was very clear. Mingi and Wooyoung too. Apart from my little misunderstanding at the start, I knew exactly what was happening this evening.” Jongho answered. “Well not exactly but i knew there were 7 of you in total and that everyone got involved and that things become heightened depending on who was present and the mood of the evening.”

“And you felt this was what you wanted?” Seonghwa asked him softly. There was no accusation in his voice, just a need for clarification.

“I’m not really tied to my virginity or anything. I just never had the chance to sleep with someone. I wasn’t exactly popular in high school and then when I started working at the garage, I couldn’t really get excited by the prospect of sleeping with anyone that wasn’t…”

Jongho shut up abruptly, hands flying to his mouth to hold the words he almost confessed. Of course that was when San walked back in.

“There’s no need to hide it baby bear, Yeosang already confessed that you had a crush on Wooyoung and/or Mingi.”

Jongho blushed to his roots. It seemed he was destined to remain permanently red all through the night.

“Is that why you came, hoping for a chance with Wooyoung or Mingi?” Hongjoong asked suspiciously.

“No! It’s not. I….” Jongho took a deep breath to steel his nerves. “I’ve been more or less in love with Yeosang since I started working at the garage. But obviously, he was my manager and 4 years older than me. I didn’t think anything would ever happen. And then Wooyoung and Mingi started being really nice and although I didn’t want to open up to them for personal reasons, they didn’t really give me much choice.”

San started laughing. “It’s very difficult to stay away from Wooyoung once he decides to befriend you. And Mingi is forever egging him on.”

“Yeah well that’s what happened, and I started crushing on them more and more. It irritated me because how on earth could I be thinking about 3 different people, but then I let it slide because it wasn’t as if any of them would look at someone like me.”

“Someone like you?” Yeosang asked, looking bewildered.

“Yeah. I’m pretty plain so it didn’t seem like I had a chance, well until tonight. So that’s already 3 of the 7 people and although I didn’t know San that well, I did know that he was hot as hell. Considering what these 4 looked like, I figured the other 3 had to be at least a little attractive, which I can now say whole heartedly is an understatement, why not give it a shot. Besides I watch porn, it can’t be that different.”

“Oh it’s very different”

Jongho was startled, when did Yunho get here?

“That was quick guys?” San said as Yunho sat down in the armchair and Mingi curled up in his lap.

“Yeah princess was strung up tight already, barely took anything. Shocker.” Yunho laughed and Mingi responded by hitting his chest cutely and pouting.

“It’s not my fault, do you have any idea how long you edged me?”

“Of course I do my love. You got to the laundromat at 1:24 and 2 minutes later your little toy was on, isn’t that right?” Yunho glanced at the clock. “It’s 3:10 now so that’s about an hour and a half of edging. You’ve done longer than that before.”

“Wait, how do you know exact times?” Asked Jongho.

“Wanna answer that princess?

“I have to send him updates during the day. Yuyu has annoyingly good memory and excellent perception skills. Nothing gets past him.”

Yunho kissed the top of his head and Jongho felt a sense of longing. He wanted that kind of casual touch and understanding so badly.

“Why do we keep getting sidetracked?” groaned Hongjoong. “You know what, fuck it. Jongho is an adult and can make his own decisions so if he says he’s fine here, lets just trust him okay. Do I have any reason to be concerned? Yeosang?”

“No, Jongho has a good head on his shoulders. Obviously he failed to mention that he was a virgin,” he gave Jongho a pointed look, “But I'm sure he felt his reasons were valid, and now he knows that information like this should be shared so I think it’s okay.”

“I’m just glad it came to light before things got out of hand.” Seonghwa added. “Now everyone knows to be extra careful with the baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” Jongho grumbled, “I’m 18!”

Hongjoong sighed. “Please don’t remind me.”

To this Seonghwa chuckled. “May I remind you that we were 18 when we met at that dungeon party with that 30 year old guy balls deep in your throat.”

“Yah Seonghwa, that’s not the same thing and this is NOT the time!” Hongjoong sounded exasperated and everyone just laughed at his expense. “You’re going to pay for that hwa.”

“Ooh I’m so scared”

“May I make a suggestion?” Jongho was startled by Wooyoung’s voice, he had actually forgotten Wooyoung was there somehow, not used to him being quite so quiet.

“Go on,” answered Hongjoong.

“Since it’s Jongho’s first time, maybe we can change how we usually play, something similar to that one night that Mingi had exam stress?”

Hongjoong looked at him, searching for something Jongho wasn’t sure about.

“Are you just trying to get out of punishment?”

“No I'm not. There’d be no point in trying anyway, even if you forgot, Yunho would remind you.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he said this and San sniggered. “I just think it would be the most epic way for Jongho to lose his virginity. Like a gift from us that he’d never forget.”

Hongjoong started nodding, seeming to find merit in what Wooyoung was saying.

“It would also teach him not to agree to bite off more than he can chew, hopefully,” Yeosang added. “I can’t believe you didn’t think to mention you were a virgin and still followed me to what you thought was a depraved sexathon.”

The sternness in Yeosang’s voice surprised Jongho considering how submissive Yeosang had been since they arrived.

“I’m sorry manager-nim,” Jongho replied on instinct, wincing when he realised what he’d called Yeosang but words spilling out too fast for him to stop himself. “I mean hyung. I’m sorry hyung. It won’t happen again.”

Wooyoung started laughing when the manager-nim fell out and his laughter intensified as Jongho finished talking.

“Don’t laugh at me, why are you laughing?”

“Of course it won’t happen again, you’re only a virgin once” Yeosang deadpanned and everyone laughed at that while Jongho turned beetroot red.

It seemed that Hongjoong’s patience had run thin though.

“Enough. Let’s get started. We will go with what Wooyoung suggested if that’s okay with everyone.” He paused to look around, a series of yeses falling on Jongho’s ears.

“Jongho sweetie, can you stand up for me?”

Jongho stood up at Seonghwa’s request. San and Hongjoong pushed the sofa to the back wall and Wooyoung and Yeosang got up to move the centre table to the corner. This left a wide space in the centre of the room, like a stage. Seonghwa stood in front of Jongho.
“Would you prefer to be blindfolded or do you want to see what’s going on?” He asked

“Can I do without the blindfold please?” Jongho replied.

“Of course. Sangie, come here please.”

Yeosang got up from where he had been kneeling and walked towards them. He and Seonghwa had a brief conversation with their eyes that Jongho couldn’t interpret and then switched places so Yeosang was the one standing in front of him.

“Can I kiss you Jongho?”

Jongho gulped. “Yes please”

Yeosang smiled a little before cupping Jongho’s cheek and Jongho leaned into it. Yeosang’s hands were so soft. He could feel the cold band of the thin ring on his finger. His thumb stroked Jongho’s lower lips slightly, making his breath catch.

“So soft” Yeosang whispered and Jongho could feel his breath on his face. Yeosang licked his lips, making them wet and shiny and Jongho tracked the movement of his tongue, not even realising that he had leaned forward slightly to chase after it when it returned to Yeosang’s mouth.

“Please,” Jongho whined softly. Everything in him longed to know what Yeosang’s lips taste like. He still half believed he was dreaming. How could Yeosang be standing there, right in front of him? Touching him. About to kiss him!

Yeosangs lips lifted up into a smirk just before they crashed into Jongho’s. Jongho had expected the kiss to be soft considering how Yeosang was touching him, but he was sorely mistaken. Yeosang kissed him hard, one hand still holding his face while he brought his body close so he could wrap the other hand around his waist. Jongho could feel the rough texture of the denim shirt Yeosang was wearing. He held onto Yeosang’s chest and shoulder to steady himself and moaned when he felt the strong muscles underneath his finger tips. Yeosang nipped at his bottom lip and Jongho gasped at the small bite of pain. Yeosang took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Jongho’s mouth and Jongho was a goner.

“Fuck that’s hot!” Jongho vaguely heard Wooyoung’s words but it passed as soon as it entered, not settling in his head. Not when Yeosang was kissing him like he was starving. Jongho didn’t even realise that they had been moving until he felt his back collide with someone. He tried to turn and look but Yeosang slipped his hand into Jongho’s hair, knocking off the baseball cap he was wearing, and gripping on Jongho’s hair to keep his head steady.

Jongho could feel that the person behind was taller than him, meaning it had to be Yunho or Mingi. Not knowing for sure made Jongho shiver. The person’s hands started stroking his back, massaging his shoulders and neck, before moving down towards his waist. Slowly, they undid the buttons of Jongho’s denim shirt, working upwards with deft fingers. Then they guided it off him so he was standing in his white undershirt and jeans. Jongho was only registering what was happening to him passively as Yeosang was still kissing him hungrily, only pausing to let them get some air before diving back in. After what felt like hours of lips and hands, but could only have been a matter of minutes, Yeosang finally stepped back, separating them. Jongho was gasping like he’d just run a marathon. He felt slightly dizzy as all the blood had rushed south. He was so hard it hurt. The hands turned him round and he discovered that they belonged to Mingi.

“You doing okay Jongie?”

Jongho nodded, his mind in overdrive, but Mingi tutted, almost sounding disapproving, but the glimmer in his eyes showed amusement instead.

“Verbal answers only baby bear.”

Jongho gulped, another spark of electricity shooting down his spine. Hearing Mingi call him that in his deep voice was a need Jongho didn’t know he had.

“Yes, I’m okay.”

“Good. Can I take your shirt off?”

“Yes please.” Jongho tried so hard to keep the whimper at bay, but it eventually came out when Mingi whispered “good boy” at him.

With fingers grazing Jongho’s hot skin, Mingi pulled up his t-shirt, exposing Jongho to the other eyes in the room that were trained on him. The shirt was dropped at the side; Jongho didn’t see where, his eyes refusing to move away from Mingi as Mingi studied the bare skin he had just exposed.

“You look so soft and sweet baby bear, can I show everyone?”

Jongho’s nerves came back tenfold. He had forgotten that they had an audience. An audience of 3 other men he had fantasised about tonight and 3 new men he had never seen before. Biting his lip he answered “okay” and Mingi slowly turned him around to face the room.

Jongho kept his eyes cast down at first, not sure if he wanted to see the initial reaction to his half naked body. Jongho worked out, he liked his body, but he also knew it wasn’t everyone’s type. At school he was always mocked for his larger build, his thighs and arms thicker than other boys his age, his abs hidden under a small layer of fat. He didn’t want to be skinny or smaller in general, not really, but he couldn’t deny that he was self-conscious all the same.

His worry was unfounded though as he heard the unmistakable voice of Wooyoung.

“I can’t wait to take a bite out of you baby bear”

Jongho’s eyes snapped up and was surprised to see the raw unfiltered hunger in the eyes in front of him. All 6 pairs looked like they were ready to devour him and it was a heady feeling Jongho didn't know how to process.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, capturing Jongho’s attention in an instant.

“Let me explain what I’d like for us to do tonight Jongho and you can tell me if you have any questions or concerns. As explained earlier, you can also withdraw consent after we’ve started so bear that in mind as well while you listen to what I have to say. Do you understand?”

Hongjoong was intimidating. Jongho couldn’t quite forget that they were in his apartment, and there was a world between the two of them, both in age and status. He didn’t quite know how old Hongjoong was, but if even Yeosang called him hyung, he must be in his mid twenties at least. All this, added to the general air of authority surrounding him, Jongho was just that bit more scared……and turned on.

“Yes I understand.”

“Good boy.” Those words again. Just like when Mingi said it, Jongho felt the words travel down, following the path of his blood to the hard cock straining against the zip of his jeans.

“As it’s your first time playing, I want this to be a special memory for you. I would ask what it is you want to try or what you’ve fantasized about, but your good friend Young-ah here made an excellent suggestion.”

Jongho was confused. When the hell did Wooyoung even speak?

Hongjoong started walking closer to him as he continued speaking.

“He thinks, and I’m inclined to agree, that it would be much more fun to just try things out with you. Start off slow and work our way up till you can’t take it anymore.”

He stopped, a breath away from Jongho.

“I wonder how many orgasms we can wring out of you till you tap out.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling baby” Seonghwa asked.

“I’m nervous,” Jongho whispered shyly.

“That’s okay. It’s normal to be nervous when facing new things. Like Hongjoong said, you can say no to anything at any point and we will stop. You are in good hands.”

Seonghwa smiled at him so warmly that Jongho couldn’t help but relax.

“Okay, let’s do this.” An immediate cheer was heard from Wooyoung followed by a spanking sound and a “shut up brat.” Jongho wasn’t sure but it sounded like Yunho’s voice.

Mingi, who had been still and silent behind Jongho, began rubbing his hands on Jongho again. Repeating the same movements as earlier but this time it felt more intense as there was no protective barrier that Jongho’s shirt had provided. Wooyoung came up to Jongho and immediately crashed his lips onto him, gripping Jongho’s arms so tightly that Jongho was sure he would leave bruises. Jongho gasped in shock and Wooyoung took advantage, forcing his tongue past unresisting lips to taste more. Jongho could swear fireworks exploded as light’s flashed behind his eyelids. The feeling of wooyoung's lips on his, the warmth of his tongue, the slight sting of his teeth when Wooyoung nibbled on his lip, it was all so exhilarating and Jongho got lost in the kiss.

“Take my shirt off baby bear.”

With slightly shaking fingers, Jongho began to unbutton Wooyoung's shirt. He flinched slightly when he felt Wooyoung's fingers on the button of his own jeans, but Wooyoung paused to give Jongho time to get used to the idea. Deep breath in and out, Jongho resumed his task and Wooyoung resumed his.

Wooyoung finally released Jongho’s lips, allowing Jongho to take his first full breath in a while. Wooyoung didn’t move far though, choosing to trail kisses from the corner of Jongho’s mouth, across his jaw to just behind his ear, and then down the side of his neck. The kisses were soft, Wooyoung tracing the same pattern over and over. Jongho pushed Wooyoung’s shirt off his shoulders and Wooyoung removed his hands from Jongho’s waist just long enough to shrug it off completely before returning to the groping he had been doing.

The kisses became more intense, turning into little nibbles. Wooyoung paused, paying attention to a spot just behind his ear. One second Jongho was enjoying the feeling of Wooyoung’s lips at teeth grazing his skin, the next, he let out a loud moan that even shocked himself. Wooyoung had sucked harshly at his skin and Jongho couldn’t help the speed at which he went right back to the edge he had been at a short while ago. He needed to cum so badly. Jongho had never tried playing with any level of pain, but he couldn’t deny the intense amount of pleasure that followed the minute spark of pain.

Jongho instinctively leaned his head back, offering more of himself to Wooyoung. He didn’t even realise he was gripping on to Wooyoung’s arms until he felt his fingers being pried apart.

“That’s enough” he heard Yunho say, but Jongho wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. All he knew was that he was so close to cumming without even taking off his jeans and his orgasm had been unfairly taken from him. He whined, tears springing to his eyes and he started muttering “please please”.

He tried to follow after Wooyoung who was being pulled away by Yunho, but Yeosang stepped into his line of sight.

“It’s okay Jongie, we’ve got you. Here, let’s take these off.”

Jongho still had tears in his eyes and he stared at Yeosang confused. He didn’t know why they wouldn’t let him come, didn’t understand what was being said to him, didn’t understand why he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life when he had barely even been touched.

“I think he’s a bit overwhelmed hyung, just take it off and get him more comfortable.” Mingi chuckled.

Yeosang knelt down to take Jongho’s jeans off, while Mingi held Jongho up.

“I think a good orgasm should help bring him back to us,” suggested Hongjoong. “Mingi, Yeosang, who would like to do the honours?”

“Let Yeosang do it.” Yunho interrupted.

“Yuyu no please! Why?” Mingi complained, turning to give Yunho his best puppy dog eyes.

Yunho didn’t give Mingi a verbal response. He raised a single eyebrow and stared at Mingi until Mingi couldn’t hold eye contact anymore.

With a nod, Yeosang got down on his knees and slowly dragged Jongho’s boxers down his legs. As Jongho’s cock sprang free, a collective inhale could be heard in the room and a quiet fuck me fell out of Mingi. Yeosang stared at the magnificent cock in front of him. Jongho was so hard, he could see the vein running alongside his cock pulsing with blood. It stood up straight, grazing Jongho’s stomach and dripping precum down the sides. Yeosang salivated. He was suddenly extremely glad that he wouldn’t have to wait to have Jongho in his mouth. What an honour it was to be the first one to taste Jongho, not only in their group, but ever! Jongho had said he’d never been with anyone. So actually Yeosang would be the first one ever to taste Jongho, to bring him pleasure with his mouth, to swallow everything Jongho had to offer.

With that thought, Yeosang couldn’t wait any longer. Leaning forward, he licked a stripe from base to tip alongside the bottom and Jongho trembled from head to toe, another mouth watering moan falling out of his lips. Yeosang stuck to kitten licks, realising that Jongho was tittering on the edge but wanting to enjoy the moment more. The sweetest sounds continued to fall from Jongho’s lips, his moans egging Yeosang on. When he ran out of patience, Yeosang opened his mouth wider to take more of Jongho in. Jongho wasn’t small by any means, and Yeosang was grateful for all the practice he’d had with the others, especially Mingi.

Yeosang moved till he got about half way before pulling back to breathe a little. Jongho didn’t like that.

“No please hyung please!”

Yeosang looked up to see Jongho gazing down at him with tears in his eyes and it was one of the top 5 most delicious sights he had ever seen. He could see Jongho straining against Mingi’s hold on him in an attempt to get closer, his fingers flexing as if reaching out.

When he noticed Yeosang wasn’t doing anything, Jongho began begging again.

“Hyung please, please I need you.”

Who was Yeosang to deny such heartfelt pleas? He returned his gaze to the cock in front of him, and taking a deep breath, swallowed him whole.

Jongho shook violently…well…as violently as he could in Mingi’s strong hold. The movement forced Jongho’s cock a little bit further and Yeosang relished the feeling. He could feel the eyes of everyone else on them and it turned him on to no end. Yeosang liked being watched and especially by this group of people. He felt like he was on stage, performing for an enraptured audience, pushing him to give even more than he was already.

Jongho was losing his mind. It’s definitely not the first time that thought had crossed his mind and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. He couldn’t imagine any pleasure greater than the feeling of Yeosang’s mouth on him existed. There was a heat building deep within him like a tangible thing. He didn’t know if he wanted to reach for it or run away from it. He didn’t really have much of a choice though as Mingi still held him tightly. The feeling of being restrained, of not being able to run even if he wanted to, added to the high Jongho was feeling. Emotions got stuck in his throat as he felt the somewhat familiar feeling of his climax approaching. Mingi started whispering pure filth in his ear.

“That’s it baby bear, look at all the eyes on you, waiting for their turn to devour you.”

Jognho looked up and gulped. His eyes didn’t know who to rest on. He didn’t have to decide though, Mingi decided for him.

“Watch Wooyoung, see how Hongjoong has to hold him back from running straight to you. He’s such a slut for you baby bear, did you know that? Always talking about how cute his Jongie would look bent over the hood of a car and fucked silly.”

Those last words threw Jongho off the edge of the cliff and he was coming like never before. His body shook with the contractions and he would have fallen to the ground without Mingi’s support. Yeosang didn’t stop till Jongho was whimpering and trying to push away from overstimulation. He stood up and kissed Mingi immediately. Being so close, Jongho could see how Yeosang shared his cum with Mingi and his cock made a weak attempt at getting hard again. It was one of the hottest things Jongho had ever witnessed. Slowly they pulled apart, Mingi licking his lips for any traces of Jongho’s essence left behind, and he hummed in pleasure.

“Delicious Jongie.”

Jongho blushed.

“Are you okay Jongho?” Hongjoong asked and Jongho flinched. He had forgotten there were other people in the room briefly. He could feel his blush spreading across his face at what had just happened. He looked down to avoid eye contact….and noticed that his trousers were around his ankles and he was flashing everyone. Jongho was mortified, using one hand to try and cover himself as he reached down with the other to grab his trousers.

“Aww Jongie don’t be shy, you’re glorious when you cum.” Wooyoung laughed.

“Shut up Wooyoung,” Jongho whined as he pulled his trouser up his legs.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked again, this time standing up from the sofa he had been sitting on and walking towards Jongho. Jongho kept his eyes on the ground as he nodded, still intimidated by Hongjoong. He felt a finger stroking his chin before said finger pushed his head up. Jongho struggled to look into Hongjoong’s eyes, even in such close proximity, instead choosing to look just to the side of his head.

“Verbal responses please Jongho.”

Right, rule number 1.

“I’m fine, just a little embarrassed.”

“It’s okay to be embarrassed, but you don’t need to be, you’re in good company.”

Hongjoong smiled at him and Jongho felt a little bit dazed. Hongjoong’s smile was beautiful, his lips were wet with gloss or saliva, Jongho wasn’t sure, but they were inviting. He had to fight the urge to lean in. He watched as a smirk grew on said lips, and moaned when Hongjoong’s tongue nipped out to wet them again. How fucking embarassing!

“As much as this has been fun, can we move on. I need to get my dick wet!”

The sound of a spank could be heard as well as a “watch it San” from a voice Jongho was sure belonged to Seonghwa.

“I actually agree with San, I’d like for us to get started.” Yunho didn’t wait for a response but it didn’t seem like anyone had anything to say either, unlike with San.

“Mingi.” Yunho’s voice tinged with authority, it caused a shiver to travel down Jongho’s spine.

Nothing else was said, but Jongho felt Mingi move from behind him. Jongho felt compelled to look up when no one continued talking, and he watched as Mingi walked up to Yunho then knelt down at his feet with his hands resting on his thighs, similar to how he was when Jongho had first walked in.

Jongho’s confusion must have shown on his face because Seonghwa spoke.

“Although we all play together, some of us have individual dynamics and relationships as well. Yunho and Mingi are dating, and Yunho is his Dom.” He laughed. “To be honest, Yunho’s everyone’s Dom around here from time to time, but Mingi is his permanent submissive. The rest of us…..it depends on the vibe.”

Jongho nodded in understanding. He knew a little bit about BDSM. While he hadn’t practiced, he had read a few books that mentioned it, and of course he’d come across it in porn.

“You don’t look too surprised.”

Jongho turned to answer and paused at the smirk on Hongjoong's face. Gosh this man was attractive. Distracted again, it took him a beat to answer.

“I know about BDSM…..I’ve seen some stuff online…..it was interesting.”

“Do you think you’d want to try?”

“Maybe”

“Maybe?”

“I…… I enjoy watching it.” Jongho was feeling so shy. This idea of voicing the thoughts in his head was so far out of his comfort zone.

“What do you enjoy about it?”

Jongho tried to think, but he just couldn’t pick one thing. Quite frankly he watched all sorts of porn, some things more risqué than others. He’d even watched one or two really out there scenes but he wasn’t going to tell Hongjoong about that.

“I’m not sure,” Jongho went for the safe answer.

“Okay, who do your eyes normally gravitate to? The Dom or the sub?”

“The sub maybe?”

Jongho posed his answer as a question out of embarrassment, but this was one answer he was sure of. He could NEVER take his eyes away from the pleasure on the subs face? Sometimes, if he was really horny, he found himself responding to the commands, putting himself in the shoes of the sub. He always came harder on those days.

“Is that because you want to be the sub, or you enjoy watching the sub follow orders?”

“I…”

Before he could complete his sentence, Jongho got distracted, again. This time it was due to a wail that was unmistakably from Yeosang. He tried to turn, looking for the source, but Hongjoong grabbed his jaw, not hard, but strong enough to halt his movement.

Jongho had been fully engaged in his conversation with Hongjoong that he hadn’t realised movement had been going on around him. But now that he was forced to focus, head still in Hongjoong’s hand, he could hear all sorts of sounds around him. Little moans, whispered words he couldn’t quite make out, the sound of kissing.

“Eyes on me pup.”

Jongho felt a zing travel through him at the nickname, his dick responding to the grip on his face and the authority in Hongjoong’s voice.

“I think I found my answer.” Another dangerous smirk.

“There’s a game we want to play. We’ve done it a couple of times. I think it would be perfect for a little lamb like you.”

Hongjoong let go of his face. He muttered a “don’t move” before slowly circling Jongho, hand trailing softly along his side.

Jongho could feel himself getting turned on again. He fought the urge to turn and keep track of Hongjoong’s movement. The hand on him made him hyper aware of everything, the rise and fall of his chest, the sounds around the room, the tightness that was worsening gradually in his trousers.

Hongjoong stopped at his side, almost doing a 360 turn. Jongho could see him in his peripherals. Hongjoong placed a single finger just behind Jongho’s ear. Slowly, he dragged his finger down Jongho’s pulsing blood vessels, across his collarbone, and down the middle of his chest. Jongho felt goosebumps spring up everywhere he touched.

“Let me explain the rules of the game, it’s more or less Simon says.” Hongjoong laughed lightly.

“Since Yeosang, Mingi and Wooyoung were your initial crushes, we’ll start with them. Depending on how you respond, we can add San and the rest of us. How does that sound?”

Jongho had absolutely no idea what Hongjoong was talking about, but he was getting turned on again. As his horniness increased, his sense of self preservation decreased.

“It sounds good.”

Jongho took a deep breath. He really wanted to see Hongjoong’s face, maybe it will give him clues. Staring at the wall was making everything more intense. He could still hear the sounds all around him and he desperately wanted to see what was going on. He tried to turn his head again but Hongjoong stopped him.

“Ah ah ah. Eyes forward Jongho.”

He waited as Jongho forced himself to obey, fingers trailing to circle one of Jongho’s nipples.

They hardened instantly, already halfway there from the slight chill in the room. Jongho’s nipples were sensitive and he couldn’t help the gasp he let out at the touch. Thankfully, Hongjoong didn’t say anything, he just kept circling lightly.

“So Simon says. We should call it, Hyung says.”

Another laugh, more an amused scoff actually.

“The rules are very simple; Yunho and I will give directions and the others will follow.”

Hongjoong finally moved to stand in front of Jongho. Jongho watched as Hongjoong’s expression darkened a little.

“And all you have to do is take it.”

To punctuate his words, Hongjoong pinched Jongho’s nipples and pulled. It wasn’t too hard, but the shock of it wrenched out a loud moan from Jongho, chest instantly pushing forward to reduce the pressure. Jongho was fully hard now, and Hongjoong was grinning.

“I had a theory when you responded to Mingi similarly, glad to know I was right.”

Jongho didn’t know what Hongjoong was talking about, too busy basking in the pleasure that came from Hongjoong softly stroking his other nipple. It didn’t last long though, as Hongjoong pinched the second nipple again, this time harder than the first. Jongho’s hand flew to Hongjoong’s wrist when he didn’t let go, needing something to hold on to. This time the pressure was accompanied by pain and Jongho whined. After a few seconds Hongjoong let go.

“Do you remember your safe word Jongho?”

Jongho needed a few seconds to come back online before he could answer.

“Traffic lights” he panted. The sting hadn’t left his nipple but he didn’t know what to do to make it stop. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to make it stop.

“Good.”

He walked around Jongho again and this time Jongho didn’t move.

“Let the games begin.” Hongjoong said. “Jongho, you can turn around now.”

Jongho turned around after taking one more calming breath…… and choked immediately. He now understood why Wooyoung had used the word depraved. It was one thing to see such scenes on his laptop; he knew the porn stars were putting on a show for their viewers. But this…..this was an entirely different ballgame. His eyes were instantly drawn to San who was impaled on Seonghwas lap. His arms were being held behind his back by one of Seonghwa’s hands while the other was wrapped around his throat, forcing his head back. It created a beautiful arch that made Jongho wish he could paint. San’s legs were spread wide around Seonghwa’s own so he was truly on display.

Yeosang and Wooyoung were kneeling at Seonghwa’s feet making out messily around San’s cock, covering it in saliva as they licked up his precum. At some point, they had removed all their clothes and Jongho couldn’t help but stare at the mouthwatering picture they made.

Jongho’s eyes travelled to the other couple in the room. Yunho had taken off his shirt but left his jeans on, unbuttoned. Just like Wooyoung and Yeosang though, Mingi was fully naked with his mouth stuffed. But he was just sitting there, not moving. He had his head resting on Yunho’s thigh and he looked blissed out. Cockwarming. Jongho knew all these terms, but he had never seen it in real life. It was like he knew the theory of sex, and now it was time for practical lessons. He felt a yearning to be in Mingi’s position.

Hongjoong clapped his hands and everyone’s attention moved to him instantly. Jongho marveled at the power, wondering what Hongjoong had done to earn such obedience.

“For Jongho’s benefit, I’m going to remind everyone…” he paused, making sure to make eye contact with everyone, “I expect instant obedience tonight. Any bratiness will be punished. Tonight will be a lot of fun if everyone does as they are told. Am I understood?”

A chorus of “yes Sir’s” responded, Jongho belatedly adding the Sir as he didn’t know that was a thing.

“Young-ah. Help Jongho get more comfortable.”

Wooyoung got off his knees gracefully and sauntered towards Jongho, a warm smile on his face.

“Let’s get these clothes off you shall we.”

Jongho stood still as Wooyoung slowly removed the rest of the clothes he was wearing. He could still hear San’s moans in the background. That, paired with the saliva and precum still on Wooyoung’s face, and the feeling of hands stripping him, was making Jongho turn beetroot red. He was resolved to see this through though so he held his breath and stood still, stepping out of his trousers when Wooyoung directed him to. Wooyoung stood up, folded the clothes haphazardly, and placed them to the side.

“Kiss” Yunho commanded and Wooyoung responded immediately. Jongho melted into the kiss again, Wooyoung's lips feeling just as good as the first time. Jongho’s hands twitched, fighting the urge to touch Wooyoung as he hadn’t been allowed to.

“You can touch Jongho, feel free to do what feels natural.” Jongho was glad for Hongjoong’s words, hands moving to play with Wooyoung’s soft hair.

“Don’t take it as a blanket rule,” Yunho added. “If you do decide to play with us again, you won’t have as much freedom.”

Jongho shivered at the threatening tone in Yunho’s voice and Wooyoung laughed as he felt it too.

“I think he likes that Yuyu.”

Jongho didn’t hear or see a response as Wooyoung went back to kissing him, his hands stroking Jongho’s back, fingers inching lower on each downward stroke.

Jongho didn’t hear any other instructions being given so he was surprised when Wooyoung groaned into his mouth. His eyes flew open to see Mingi kneeling behind Wooyoung. He couldn’t quite see what Mingi was doing but more sounds were leaving Wooyoung now.

Jongho pulled back, wanting to curb his curiosity, and Wooyoung fell forward slightly, moving with him. Jongho rushed to steady Wooyoung. He looked round to see Mingi’s face buried in Wooyoung’s ass. The sight made him moan wantonly.

The sounds Wooyoung made were momentarily drowned out by a cry from San, and Jongho’s eyes snapped sideways to figure out why. Hongjoong had a tight grip on San’s member and his grin looked downright evil. There were tears streaming down San’s face as he was held still by Hongjoong’s grip and Seonghwa’s hands around his wrists and waist.

“Say thank you hyung,” Seonghwa cooed.

“T..thank you h..hyung.” San managed to force out between his gasps of breath. Jongho must have been visibly confused because Yunho spoke to him.

“San was getting a bit too carried away and Hongjoong kindly helped him step back from his orgasm.”

Jongho glanced at Yunho before moving back to San. He was a bit worried as San’s tears were still streaming down his face and his breathing was still uneven.

“Don’t worry baby, San likes it. And remember, he can always colour out if he wants to.” Yeosang’s words put him a little at ease.

Jongho didn’t get the chance to worry anymore though because Wooyoung let out another cry. Jongho could see that Mingi was now working a finger into Wooyoung alongside his tongue. Yeosang came up beside them and gently pried off Wooyoung’s fingers from Jongho’s arms before guiding him to all fours on the carpet. Wooyoung immediately dropped to his elbows so his back made a delightful arch and his ass was presented to Mingi.

Now Jongho had an even clearer view of Mingi devouring Wooyoung’s hole like he was on death row and this was his last meal. Jongho was fascinated; it never looked quite this good on the screen. He didn’t know if he wanted to be Mingi or Wooyoung. He could only imagine how sweet Wooyoung must taste but he also desperately wanted to be on the receiving end, to finally know what that would feel like. Jongho didn’t realise he’d let out a whine until Yeosang chuckled beside him.

“Why don’t you go keep Wooyoung company,” Yeosang said, already manoeuvring Jongho into a kneeling position opposite Wooyoung. It seemed to Jongho that he would remain red for the rest of the evening as he felt his blush spreading once again, only this time, he was sure it spread down all the way to his twitching cock. Yeosang followed him down as well, hand rubbing his back in a soothing manner. Without pause, that same hand pushed a little harder between Jongho’s shoulder blades to force him to his hands. Now Jognho was on all fours.

Wooyoung reached out to hold Jongho’s hands just as he let out another sharp gasp. Jongho tried to move to see what had happened but Yeosang kept the pressure on his back. Instead, he held on to Wooyoung’s hand and let himself be pulled closer.

“Kiss me,” Wooyoung whined and who was Jongho to deny him. He lowered himself to better reach Wooyoung, and ended up presenting his ass to the rest of the room. He heard the collective intake of breath but didn’t get a chance to let embarrassment settle as Wooyoung started kissing him again, harder this time with a lot more whining.

Jongho jerked forward into the kiss when he felt a hand on his ass, stroking it.

“It’s okay,” Yeosang cooed, “It’s just me. Focus on Wooyoung.”

Jongho tried his best, he really did, but it was hard to focus when Yeosang’s hands were getting firmer as each second passed and his fingers were getting closer and closer to his hole. He squirmed in need as desire built in him. Yeosang was still just stroking and teasing him, fingers never moving to where Jongho needed it the most. Jongho broke the kiss with the intention to beg when a hand was placed firmly on his head, reconnecting his lips with Wooyoung’s forcefully.

“No no,” Yunho said sweetly, “Take what you’re given and do what you’re told like a good boy.”

Jongho whined loudly, the pet name rushing through his veins. His ass clenched in need and Yeosang giggled.

“Do you like being called a good boy baby?”

Jongho whined again. He could feel Yeosang’s breath on his ass when he spoke. Jongho was so hard. With no other option, he tried to refocus on the kiss and will his body to calm down. His attempts were quickly ruined by another wail from San, followed by a drawn out groan from Mingi and a squeak turned moan from Wooyoung.

Jongho felt like he was being burned from the inside out. He was feeling very overstimulated again, and the fact that he couldn’t even see what was happening around him was making it worse. Thankfully, Yunho finally took pity on him.

“Enough playing Sangie.”

Yeosang’s response was immediate. He used his hands to expose more of Jongho’s hole and gave him a firm lick from his perineum to the top, before circling his hole and sucking hard. Jongho came instantly. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and his entire body glitch. Yeosang licked and sucked him throughout, elongating the experience until Jongho started to cry from overstimulation. He tried to crawl away but a hand on his waist stopped him. Mercifully, Yeosang stopped sucking him, giving him time to come back down to earth.

From his collapsed position, Jongho could now see that Mingi was balls deep inside Wooyoung, moving at a slow but firm pace. His view was obstructed again, but this time by Seonghwa.

“Are you okay baby?”

Jongho nodded, then remembered that he had to give verbal answers so whispered a quiet “yes”.

“Can you drink some water for me please?”

A straw was held to his lips so Jongho opened his mouth and took a few sips.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, would you like to continue, or stop here for today?”

Jongho didn’t know how to answer that. Truthfully, he was tired, the two intense orgasms taking a lot of energy from him. He knew the fact that it was a new experience also played a huge part in the slight fatigue he was feeling. But he was technically still a virgin and he didn’t want the night to end that way. He glanced at the clock to see that not much time had even passed. What felt like an eternity to him was only about 20 minutes give or take a few. Damn, his stamina must be ass if they got two orgasms out of him that quickly. How fucking embarassing.

“How about you rest for a bit, maybe watch the rest of us play, and when you’re feeling up to it again, you can join us. Is that better?”

Seonghwa must have seen the indecision on his face to offer the middle ground. Jongho gladly took it and he was helped to stand up. Jongho finally had an unobstructed view of the room and he nearly collapsed again. Yeosang was kneeling next to Wooyoung’s body, making out with Mingi as he continued to plow into Wooyoung. Wooyoung was huffing and panting at each thrust, hands grappling for purchase on the carpet. A little further away San was on all fours on the couch, Hongjoong aggressively pounding his ass and Yunho choking him on his cock. San had a stream of tears pouring down his face while he was being used as a living, breathing fleshlight. Jongho had never seen anything more erotic in his life. He briefly wondered what it would be like to be in San’s shoes then shuddered; he wasn’t sure he would be able to take it quite so well.

Seonghwa moved Jongho to the armchair, dropping his bottle of water on the table beside him with an order to keep drinking. Then he went up to speak with Hongjoong and Yunho. Jongho couldn’t hear what was said but he saw them respond with a nod. Yunho whispered some words back at Seonghwa before they resumed pounding into San. It was when Seonghwa moved away again that Jongho noticed San’s weeping cock was trapped tight in a small metal cage. Again Jongho was reminded by Wooyong’s use of the word ‘depraved’ and he could definitely understand why. This group was very kinky, to put it mildly.

Seonghwa walked up to the trio on the floor. He slipped a hand into Yeosang’s hair and used it to pull him back from the kiss gently.

“Go pet Sannie my love.”

Jongho looked at San then back to Seonghwa, confused. He wasn’t sure what that meant but didn’t say anything. Yeosang obviously understood though because he got up to follow instructions. Seonghwa gave Mingi a quick kiss on the lips.

“That’s enough honey.” Mingi whined, muttering words Jongho couldn’t understand. “It’s Yuyu’s orders honey; feel free to take it up with him.”

Seonghwa smirked at Mingi’s instant frown of acceptance. He plunged into Wooyoung once more before pulling out completely and gripping his own thighs harshly.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Wooyoung begged, looking around in a daze to find out what happened. Seonghwa just shushed him gently, rubbing his back in deep, long strokes to calm him down. Wooyoung continued to weep, body shaking as he took deep breaths to match Seonghwa’s own, but he stopped begging. Jongho didn’t know what was going on, but it seemed Yunho gave an instruction and everyone followed. Once again Jongho was amazed at the power this man had over the room.

Jongho redirected his attention to the couch. Both Hongjoong and Yunho had sped up now, obviously chasing their own orgasm, and San seemed to be holding on to the couch for dear life. Jongho wasn’t sure how exactly San was managing to keep himself up but he was incredibly impressed. After not much time at all, Yunho plunged one more time into San’s throat and stayed there, throwing his head back and letting out a growl that Jongho felt reverberate through his chest. Was San even breathing at this point? He could see San’s throat moving but he wasn’t sure that meant much. As Yunho pulled out, San collapsed into the couch gasping. Hongjoong held his hips up to continue pounding into him for a few more seconds until he came deep inside San’s ass. As he pulled out, Yunho passed him a wide butt plug which Hongjoong worked into San’s hole. He gave San’s ass a single slap before getting off the couch. Instantly Yeosang was on San, kissing his tears away and rubbing his chest in a soothing manner, much like he had soothed Jongho actually.

Hongjoong walked up to Seonghwa who was now kneeling next to Mingi.

“Clean me up.”

Seonghwa immediately went to work, licking at Hongjoong’s cock till there was no more cum in sight. Jongho was in awe. Yunho had left the room briefly and walked back in with a bottle of water, which he handed off to Yeosang for San.

“Okay, as Jongho is taking a little break, why don’t we get to the punishments?”

Wooyoung whimpered at Yunho’s words and Yunho just smirked.

“Wooyoung come here, next to Mingi,” Hongjoong ordered.

Wooyoung dragged his body to Mingi’s side, kneeling up and taking the same position as Mingi, knees spread, hands laid flat on each leg, head up towards Hongjoong and Yunho. Seonghwa also remained on the floor, but he was now sat in a more comfortable position.

“How many times has your mouth gotten you in trouble Young-ah?” Hongjoong asked. It seemed it was a rhetorical question because Hongjoong continued without waiting for a response. “Surely you should know that you can’t just talk about anything everywhere. What if it was the wrong person that heard you, what then?”

Hongjoong didn’t shout, but his voice held so much disappointment that Jongho was feeling it too. He didn’t know why Wooyoung wasn’t saying anything to try and defend himself. Jongho felt the urge to speak up for him.

“Actually, it wasn’t Wooyoung’s fault, please don’t be mad at him.”

All eyes moved to Jongho in an instant and Jongho flinched back instinctively. He felt like prey.

“Wooyoung only said that he was meeting up with friends at first. I was the one who kept insisting on being invited. I even used puppy dog eyes knowing that usually gets me what I want from him.” Jongo winced at how childish he sounded but he didn’t focus on that, only wanting to get Wooyoung out of trouble.

“Jongho’s right!” Yeosang said, getting up from where San was and coming to kneel next to Wooyoung. All eyes were on him now. “I was the one who let it out that it was more than a simple meetup with friends. If anything, it’s my fault.”

“Actually it’s my fault,” whispered Mingi. He wasn’t looking anyone in the eye anymore, gaze fixed on the floor beneath him. “Yeosang and Wooyoung were scrambling for a way to explain it without hurting Jongho’s feelings even more. He was crying and obviously no one wants to see him cry so they were trying to appease him. I blurted out that we were having sex.” He glanced up briefly to look Yunho in the eye before staring at the ground again. “I….I didn’t think he’d actually want to join after that…..”

“Mingi!” Yunho sounded furious and everyone in the room, minus Hongjoong, flinched.

“He was crying yuyu,” Mingi tried to explain, his voice shaking slightly.

“I don’t care what was happening, it is inappropriate to talk about such things in the workplace. I’m sure there are other things you could have said instead. And to an 18 year old?!”

“Please Yunho, it’s not his fault.” Jongho interjected, getting a little scared at the scene playing out in front of him. “And everything worked out okay in the end right? There’s no need for punishments really.”

“I know you’re worried about the repercussions this could have had Yunho hyung,” Yeosang piped up gently, as if trying to appease Yunho, which he probably was. “I sat Jongho down and spoke with him though. I explained everything so he wouldn’t be hurt, then offered him the chance to report us because I know it’s against company policy.

“And I refused,” Jongho interrupted. “They all did their best to dissuade me but I still wanted to be here. Please, it’s not their fault.” Jongho got up and staggered to kneel beside Yeosang. “If anything I should be the one getting punished.”

“Enough.” Hongjoong shut everyone up. He grabbed Yunho by the back of his neck and pulled him down, whispering words Jongho couldn’t hear. He then kissed Yunho on the lips twice before moving to crouch down in front of Jongho.

“Let me quickly explain how punishments work, I can see you getting scared and we don’t want that. First of all, I must reiterate that we have been doing this for a long time, and punishments are a part of that. Don’t worry about the others okay, they signed up for this, and they stated their boundaries and we all respect each other’s boundaries here. Do you understand?”

Jongho took a moment to look at the others kneeling beside him. They were looking at him and nodding their heads in agreement. Jongho noticed they didn’t look scared either, just …disappointed…. Maybe? Jongho wasn’t sure. He turned back to Hongjoong.

“I understand.” Hongjoong smiled.

“Yunho and Mingi have an extra agreement between the two of them as well. They’ve been dating much longer than we have been playing. Yunho is upset because this could have gone very very wrong and Mingi would be in big trouble, even more than the others. Yunho want’s nothing more than to keep Mingi out of trouble, safe and happy always. The punishments are a way to re-enforce to Mingi that what he did was wrong and avoidable and to help him remember to think before speaking next time. Again, it is all consensual. Yunho would never do anything Mingi hadn’t approved of beforehand. Okay baby?”

“Okay.” Jongho whispered in reply. He didn’t fully understand the depth of their kink, but if Mingi was okay with what was going on, he wouldn’t say anything anymore.

“I still think if they are getting punished then technically I should be too.” Jongho pouted, he didn’t want to be punished, but he didn’t like the idea of being the reason his precious hyung’s were punished.

“You weren’t under any rules though Jongho, there’s nothing to punish you for,” Hongjoong replied.

Before Jongho could say anything, Seonghwa came to his rescue.

“Joongie love, I think Jongho is feeling a little guilty. Even if he didn’t know it at the time, all this happened because he tried to manipulate an invite from Wooyoung.”

Jongho winced at Seonghwa’s wording. It sounded really bad when he put it like that.

Hongjoong stared at Jongho for a while.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’m trusting you to use your safewords if you need them, Jongho. Do you give me your word?”

“Yes Hongjoong hyung, I promise.”

“And what are they?”

“Green, yellow, red.”

“Okay.” Hongjoong walks to his toolbox and Jongho’s eyes switch to Yunho who has Mingi’s face cradled in the palm of his hand.

“I’m sorry Yuyu.”

“I know you are my love, it’s okay.” Yunho leans down to give Mingi a kiss.

It’s all so soft and Jongho wonders how Yunho is able to switch like that. He doesn’t get too long to think about it though as Hongjoong returns holding 4 rings. Wooyoung and Yeosang groan at the sight. Hongjoong hands the rings out to Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung and Mingi. Seonghwa get’s up and walks towards Jongho, kneeling down in front of him.

“Do you know what this is, baby?” Jongho shakes his head.

“It’s a cock ring, meant to stave off your orgasms.” Jongho’s eyes blow wide and Seonghwa chuckles. “You can still cum with them on, technically, but it takes a lot more and it’s not very fulfilling.”

Jongho gulps but doesn’t say anything. There really isn’t anything he could say.

“Let’s get you hard again so we can slip this on.”

Seonghwa licks his palm then brings it to Jongho’s cock. Jongho sighs at the feeling, already feeling the warmth spread in his body. It takes a little longer for Jongho to get sufficiently hard, having cum twice already, and Seonghwa has to spit on his cock a couple times to keep him lubed up. Jongho looks to his side to see the other 3 were also getting themselves hard under the watchful eyes of Hongjoong and Yunho. San was also watching quietly from the couch where he hadn’t really moved much.

Eventually, Seonghwa was satisfied and slowly slipped the ring onto Jongho till it was at the base of his shaft. It didn’t quite hurt, but Jongho could feel the added pressure and it was uncomfortable.

“It’s uncomfortable hyung.”

“I know,” Seonghwa smirked. “It’s a punishment, it’s not supposed to be fun, and you asked for this.”

Jongho blushed at the reminder and Seonghwa laughed. Momentarily, Jongho was dazed, again, by Seonghwa’s face. His smile really brightened the room.

“Don’t worry baby, you get used to it eventually.” With those final words, Seongwha pushed up to his feet and went to sit on the couch, dragging San into his lap and running his hands all over him. San purred slightly then settled down comfortably in Seonghwa’s lap.

“Stand up the four of you.” Yunho ordered, and everyone stood up.

Jongho still felt weird, standing stark naked in front of two partially naked almost strangers, but he took comfort from seeing his very familiar hyungs next to him. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into, he only hoped that it wouldn’t scar him. His strength came from reminding himself that the others all consented to this, so it couldn’t be that bad…..right?

Yunho and Hongjoong shared a look, communicating without saying a word.

“This punishment will be a light one, despite the gravity of the situation. You’ve all admitted the part you played in the unfolding of this situation, making sure no one took undeserved blame and I’m really proud of you for that. Especially you Jongho, that’s really brave…..or foolish….either way it took guts.”

Jongho blushed at Hongjoong’s little speech.

“For Jongho’s sake I will add that light is relative.” Jongho tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Some of us here like pain more than others. A spanking may be painful for one person and absolutely delightful for the other. Also we all have different limits so there can’t be a blanket guide for everyone. For example, only I administer Mingi’s punishments, but anyone can give him pleasure.”

Jongho made a sound of understanding, nodding along to what Yunho was saying.

“For the three of you, since your mouths got you in trouble, I think a gag would be a nice addition to your decorations.” Hongjoong dangled 3 gag’s from his fist. “Jongho, technically your mouth was also at fault, but as I'd like to hear you, should you safeword, you get to escape this for now.”

Hongjoong took a minute to strap the gag behind Wooyoung’s head while Yunho did Mingi and Yeosang. Jongho just watched fascinated. Seonghwa had said the punishment wasn’t supposed to be fun, and while he couldn’t say he was actually having fun, seeing his hyungs gagged and naked was turning him on. The ring around his cock started feeling more uncomfortable. Hongjoong finished with Wooyoung and came to stand in front of Jongho.

“Have you ever been spanked before?”

Jongho gulped, his eyes blowing wide. He shook his head, mouth opening to accompany the movement with words but nothing but air coming out. Hongjoong just smirked, giving him time to find his words.

“No I haven’t.”

“Many firsts for you today then.” Hongjoong was full on grinning now, and Jongho felt he looked almost evil. He shuddered.

“33 spanks, one for every minute this fiasco has caused us.” He turned to the other three not kneeling down. “I think that’s fair, don’t you?”

Jongho didn’t hear or see their response, his eyes losing focus as he muttered 33 to himself. That’s a lot, could he handle it? Should he say something? He looked up, trying to gauge if Hongjoong was serious or if the others would say anything but he caught Yunho staring at him. It was like Yunho was reading his mind, it was so unnerving.

“We’ll go slowly baby bear, at your own pace, I know this is new.”

Yunho was reading his mind. He took a deep breath to steady his racing heart then gave a single nod.

“Yeosang and Jongho, you’re up first.”

“Wait what? Why? I don’t want to be first, what do I do?” Jongho snapped his hands to his mouth after his outburst, but everyone just chuckled and Seonghwa and San even went as far as to coo at him. What was there to coo about? He was gonna get spanked in front of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. He was going to cry and it was going to be ugly and he had to go FIRST!!!!

“You guys will be going 2 at a time, there’s two of us here,” he said, gesturing between himself and Yunho, “and it will be faster this way.”

“Why can’t Mingi and Wooyoung go first?” Jongho pouted.

“No more puppy dog eyes baby, that’s what got you here in the first place,” piped up San and Jongho squeaked a little, surprised to hear his voice after he’d been quiet for so long.

“Mingi and Wooyoung have a higher pain tolerance than Yeosang. We don’t want their punishment to scare you. It’s a lot for a newbie. Trust your hyungs.”

Jongho blushed. He hadn’t thought of Hongjoong and Yunho as his hyungs in that way, not quite reaching that level of intimacy yet, but he liked how it felt. He was distracted by it so much that he didn’t even think to protest anymore, just accepting what he was being told. Hongjoong guided him to the couch, San and Seonghwa having moved out of the way, and Yeosang was situated next to him. Everyone was silent again, which made the nerves that had been simmering in Jongho rise to the surface. Yeosang reached out to hold Jongho’s hand, warm and comforting.

“Just breathe, it’s really worse in your head than reality, at least the first time. Follow Yeosangs breathing.”

Jongho tried to do just that. He worked hard to push the nerves away, to forget that he was kneeling over a random man’s couch, naked as the day he was born, waiting to be given 33 supposedly “light” spanks. If anyone had told Jongho that he would be in this position at the start of the day, he would have considered checking them into an asylum, it was incredibly surreal. If he tried to think too deeply about it, to go through the steps that got him to this point and try to make sense of it, he knew he would work himself up and ruin the night more than he already had, so he did his best to focus only on Yeosang. Yeosang’s beautiful eyes staring at him, trying to convey calm. Yeosang’s soft pink lips, moistened by saliva as they parted around the gag to exaggerate his breathing.

He was so focused on Yeosang that the first hit came as a shock. Jongho yelped as Hongjoong’s hand made contact with his ass, immediately trying to get up and out of the way as a reflex, but the hand on his back held him down, and the hand on his palm squeezed tight.

“Breathe Jongho, take stock of your body. Did it really hurt that much?” Yeosang asked, followed by a grunt and a “one.” Jongho flinched at the sound again but didn’t move this time, forcing himself to follow Yeosang’s instructions.

He closed his eyes, recentred himself then opened it again. He could feel Hongjoong’s hand stroking the cheek he’d hit. He felt the hit, but the feeling was already fading now, as if nothing had happened. Maybe there was some residual tingling…..but he had to focus very hard to feel it that it may just be his imagination. Besides, Hongjoong’s hand felt so warm on his skin that he didn’t want to think about anything else. Jongho was forced to admit that maybe…just maybe….Yeosang was right. Yeosang smiled at him, as if he saw the realisation and acceptance dawn on Jongho.

Jongho felt Hongjoong’s hand leave his ass and this time, he was ready when it came down on his ass again. He still grunted, the impact landing with a dull snap but fading to a light tingle seconds later. He heard Yeosang’s hit as well, but couldn’t focus on it as his next spank came soon after. The lack of soothing from Hongjoong’s hand between the spanks intensified the feeling, forcing out a grunt from Jongho. He breathed through it as he had been told. Hongjoong did caress him again, but it took a little longer for the feeling to completely disappear like last time.

The cycle continued, Hongjoong changing up the length of time and the presence of a caress between each spank. It wasn’t until hit 7 that Jongho had realised Yeosang was counting his hits. Was he supposed to be doing that too? He hadn’t been told to, but maybe it would help distract him from the increasing intensity of the spanks. Jongho managed to get to 11 before a particularly hard spank made him cry out. His hands flew back to protect his ass, though he stayed in place on his knees. He squeezed his closed eyes tighter, needing more than a moment to work through this one. Hongjoong stroked his back gently.

“You’re doing so well Jongho-yah, taking your spankings like a good boy, and even counting for me. I’m so proud of you.”

Jongho couldn’t explain the euphoria he felt at Hongjoong’s words. His ass still hurt, and it wasn’t fading away this time, but the warmth he felt radiating from his ass was also spreading inside him, almost like the pain felt……good?....as well as bad. Jongho was very confused, and Hongjoong just let him work through it, stroking his back and whispering words of praise. Jongho finally relaxed, just in time to hear a particularly harsh-sounding spank. He was confused when a sharp pain didn’t follow the sound, only realising the spank was for Yeosang when he heard him call out a 17. Jongho turned his head. Yeosang’s eyes were glossy with tears, his lips parted to allow rapid gasps of air and his hands tightly fisted in front of him.

Jongho watched as another spank fell on him. Yunho didn’t stroke where he hit, in fact he only waited long enough for Yeosang to force out an 18 before spanking him on the other cheek. Jongho’s eyes darted to Yeosang’s face to watch how he reacted to the impact. Yeosang’s eyes scrunched up for a second before opening wide, his hands doing the opposite. He let out a small grunt, muffled by the couch, then a few deep breaths before calling out 19. Jongho’s eyes immediately darted to Yunho’s hand again, enthralled by the cycle. There was also a tinge of fear as well, but the newness of what he was witnessing was enough to keep it at bay.

He didn’t get to keep watch though as Hongjoong decided to lay down 4 consecutive spanks on alternating cheeks. It happened so quickly that Jongho froze in shock, the 4 already ending before he could react. Jongho let out a delayed cry, hand’s flying to his ass again. He didn’t even realise he had let go in the first place but now he wished he hadn’t. The spanks hurt so much and this time breathing wasn’t helping. Hongjoong stroked his back again, muttering sweet words of encouragement. Jongho’s mind was struggling to reconcile the pain Hongjoong’s hand was dishing out with the sweet words that made his head fuzzy falling from Hongjoong’s lips.

“Shall we try and catch up, sweet thing?” Jongho couldn’t answer, not even understanding the question, but Hongjoong didn’t wait for an answer anyway. He grabbed hold of Jongho’s wrists and moved them to fold his arms behind his back.

“Sannie, come here please.” San crawled over from his spot, kneeling at an angle from Jongho. He was still naked, and Jongho blushed profusely at the sight of San’s cock straining in its cage in front of his face. He couldn’t help but stare; San’s cock was beautifully red and Jongho had the strangest desire to taste it.

“Could you help Jongho get through the second half of his punishment my darling, I’m sure he could use a distraction.”

The cock in his face disappeared, replaced by San’s smiling face.

“Hello baby, can I kiss you?”

Jongho nodded, adding a small ‘yes’ when San didn’t do anything. One of San’s hands rubbed between Jongho’s shoulders, the other he used to keep himself slightly propped up. Leaning forward, he caught Jongho’s lips in a soft kiss, really just a long press of their lips against each other. San moved back to look at Jongho’s face briefly, before going back in again. He continued doing this, Jongho melting more and more in comfort under his ministrations. Then a spank came from Hongjoong, that once again, Jongho had gotten too distracted to prepare for. The spank was painful like last time, and Jongho wanted to react in the same way he had before, but found that he couldn’t. His hands were being held securely behind his back; he couldn’t even move his head as San held their lips together, his groan of pain swallowed up by San. San took the opportunity to lick into Jongho’s mouth, muffling yet another groan as Hongjoong’s hand immediately made contact with Jongho’s other cheek.

Jongho started squirming, his body struggling to make sense of all the things happening. There was an unmistakable tingling happening in Jongho’s body that confused him the most. It was like San’s kiss was turning the pain into pleasure, the hands on him massaging the feeling deep into his skin. San’s hand had tightened in his hair, little pinpricks of pressure adding to the overall effect. Hongjoong massaged Jongho’s ass again, and Jongho actually moaned, surprising even himself. His mind still couldn’t catalogue his feelings properly but apparently his body had decided this went in the ‘good feeling’ folder. Jongho could feel San smiling as he deepened the kiss before pulling fully off.

“Do you like that baby bear? Does it feel good?”

Jongho just nodded, leaning forward to try and get San’s lips on his again, and San obliged with a chuckle.

Hongjoong continued his new rhythm, two spanks on alternating cheeks followed by soft touches. The pain was continuous now, the power behind the spanks getting incrementally harder, but Jongho leaned into them instead of running away now, finding pleasure in the pain. He didn’t understand it, but his mind was going a little fuzzy and he couldn’t be bothered to try and decipher his feelings. It felt like he was drunk, or high, or both, and Jongho was really enjoying the slight floaty feeling. Jongho was so engrossed in the kiss that he didn’t notice Hongjoong had stopped spanking him; he didn’t realise his arms had been let go and he was free to move, even San’s grip had loosened, simply resting on Jongho’s face as opposed to holding him there. It wasn’t till San moved back and chuckled at the whine Jongho let loose that he realised the room was quiet.

“Are you back with us baby bear? You got a bit in your head there.”

Jongho was flustered by San’s words, getting embarrassed that he had actually enjoyed his spanking.

“Why don’t you go cuddle up with Sangie, he's got some cream to help with the soreness as well.”

Jongho let himself be moved to the sofa, only protesting slightly when he had to half sit on Yeosang’s lap to fit in the chair. Up close, Jongho could see Yeosang’s eyes were still glossy, but it didn’t look like the tears had actually fallen.

“Was it painful Jongie, did you cry loads?”

“I didn’t cry.”

Yesoang chuckled, then reached up to touch his cheeks.

“Then what are these hmm?” Jongho reached up to his own face, surprised to find it wet. When the hell had he cried, he couldn’t remember crying, though admittedly his memory was hazy from once San had gotten involved. Yeosang chuckled again at his visible confusion.

“Come on, let’s put some cream on so it doesn’t bruise. You’ll feel much better. Bend over the armchair for me.”

Jongho was mortified, this was his long time crush, the man he thought was way out of his league, the subject of his late night fantasies. It was only now, as he followed instructions to bend over that the realisation really got to him. He was stark naked, exposed inside and out after that spanking, in front of Yeosang. Jongho felt like he was going to combust.

On Yeosang’s part, he seemed to have no qualms about the situation, taking the tube of gel and spreading the cold substance evenly on Jongho. Jongho couldn’t help but admit that the gel did make his smarting ass feel better. When Yeosang was done, he pulled Jongho back up and into a cuddle, settling him just as the first spanks of round 2 rang through the air. Jongho flinched. By the sound of the spank and the one that followed immediately after, Jongho could tell they were starting harder than his were. Jongho also noticed that they still had their gag’s on. He turned to Yeosang to ask about it.

“Wait, I thought you were gagged like Wooyoung and Mingi?”

“Songhwa saw you struggling a bit and suggested it be removed so I can talk to you.”

Jongho blushed at that, shocked that his discomfort was so visible, but also weirdly pleased at the level of concentration Seonghwa must have had on him to notice and make a helpful suggestion. He peeked at the man across the room, feeling very warm and cared for. It was nice. His attention was pulled back to the men kneeling, going to Wooyoung’s first. He couldn’t quite see his face from where he was, but Wooyoung’s ass was already red, evidence of the power carried by Hongjoong’s hands. Unlike him, Hongjoong wasn’t stopping, just raining down spanks, alternating between both ass cheeks. It seemed slower than Jongho’s last few spanks, but there was a rhythm to it, so much so that Wooyoung was…leaning into each spank? Could that be right?

“Wooyoung gets off on pain,” Yeosang whispered. “He needs the cock ring more than any of us here or he’ll come from the spanking, punishment be damned. Listen, you can hear him trying to beg around the gag.”

Jongho tried to tune out everything else, to focus only on the sound’s falling from the direction of Wooyoung’s head. He still couldn’t see it, but now that Yeosang pointed it out, he could hear the garbled pleas that must be falling from Wooyoung’s lips.

“He’s the group's resident pain slut, the one Hongjoong goes to when he’s feeling particularly masochistic.” Yeosang continued, while Jongho’s eyes refused to leave the sight in front of him.

“If he gets off on pain, then is spanking really a punishment?”

Yeosang chuckled again.

“Smart boy, you’re right. A spanking on its own isn’t really a punishment for him. I’m sure the real punishment is going to be orgasm denial.”

“Orgasm denial?”

“Yup. Wooyoung gets riled up so easily, and Hongjoong loves to tease. The spanking will probably bring him to the edge, but the ring won’t let him cum. Imagine having blue balls with no release in sight then multiply it by 10 because usually his punishment includes being riled up over and over so he never goes soft, not until Hongjoong or Yunho wills it. Sometimes he doesn't even get relief at all, but that’s for harsher punishments. They said this was light so I'm sure he’ll be fine.”

Jongho, perversely, enjoyed the idea of Wooyoung being denied his orgasm. He was also a little curious to what it would feel like to be on the receiving end, but he was smart enough to not voice that particular thought.

He moved to Mingi next and he painted a completely different picture. The spanks looked to be just as hard though at a slower pace, but unlike Wooyoung, Mingi didn’t seem to be enjoying it. Every few spanks, Yunho would bend over to whisper something in Mingi’s ear before resuming. Jongho could see Mingi’s face better as it was turned to him and he could see tears rolling down his face and he was drooling around the gag as he cried out in response to each spank.

“Mingi and I are more similar, we don’t get off on the pain.”

“Were yours as painful as that? You didn’t seem to react like that.”

“Honestly, it’s hard to say just by looking, a spanking usually sounds worse than it feels I think. But it’s possible that it is harder. It was implied before but Mingi and Yunho are in a 24/7 power exchange relationship.”

“What does that mean?” He glanced at Yeosang in confusion, before his gaze was pulled back to Mingi.

“Mingi is Yunho’s submissive all the time, even in daily activities. Yunho controls almost everything Mingi does.”

Jongho hummed in thought.

“I don’t think I would like that.”

“That’s okay. It doesn’t work for everyone but it works for them, and honestly, it’s very beautiful to watch in action.”

Jongho stared at the scene in front of him. Wasn’t 33 spanks over yet?

“It doesn’t look beautiful to me, it looks downright painful.”

Yeosang chuckled.

“Well, punishment is a bit different.”

“What is Yunho whispering to him?”

“He's comforting him. Like I said, Mingi doesn’t like pain, but it’s an approved form of punishment between them and Yunho always comforts him through it, kind of like Sannie did with you.”

Jongho blushes at that, doing his best to hide the urge to hide his face. Yeosang smirked, amused.

Eventually, the spanking did end. Yunho picked up Mingi, which, quite frankly shocked Jongho considering the size difference, and sat on the couch to kiss and cuddle him, rubbing the cooling lotion Yeosang passed to him on Mingi’s burning red ass. Mingi looked like he was trying to crawl under Yunho’s skin. Jongho couldn’t help but think, if this was light punishment, he’d hate to see what a harsh one was.

Wooyoung on the other hand was grinding up on San’s thigh as they kissed like oxygen was just a suggestion and not vital for life. He also had tears running down his face, but that was obviously from the intense arousal and lack of release.

“Are you okay to continue Jongho, it’s okay if you want to stop. It’s been a long evening full of new experiences already.”

Jongho pondered Yeosang’s offer but ultimately he wanted to continue. He didn’t want to be a virgin anymore, and if there was the chance to lose his virginity to one of these beautiful men, then he’d be a fool to miss it. Besides, he’d feel weird if he left here punished but not fucked.

“I’m okay hyung, thank you for checking in.”

“Okay, up you get.” Yeosang tapped his thigh to get him moving.

Jongho stood up awkwardly, not quite sure what to do with himself. Luckily, he didn’t have to think too long. Yeosang got up as well and pulled Wooyoung off the couch towards him. Wooyoung let out a grunt of frustration but didn’t argue once he saw where he was being directed. Immediately he redirected his hunger to Jongho, kissing him like his life depended on it. Wooyoung’s hands roamed everywhere, any little ounce of restraint that he may have had left, completely eradicated by the lust running through his veins.

Jongho did his best to hold on, trying and ultimately failing, to keep up with Wooyoung’s intensity. He needed to breathe! Wooyoung didn’t even stop when Jongho jerked his head back with a gasp, moving his lips to kiss along his jawline. The light pecks turned to open mouth kisses as Wooyoung worked his way down the side of his neck, turning to full blown bites at his collar bone. Jongho tried to flinch back from the sting, but Wooyoung held tight on him, forcing him to accept it. It didn’t take long for the sting to start feeling pleasant, sending a spark through his blood every time Wooyoung’s teeth dug in slightly. It definitely helped that Wooyoung licked the sting away immediately before sucking it to a nice purplish hue.

Wooyoung worked his way down, taking his time to lave Jongho’s nipples with his tongue. Jongho didn’t realise just how sensitive he was there as he’d never really taken the time to play with his nipples. He let out a loud deep moan at the attention from Wooyoung. Wooyoung just took this as instructions to go harder, nibbling slightly on the erect nipples before giving it a harsh pull. After some time, he continued his downward journey, lips and tongue leaving no bit of skin untouched. The closer he got to Jongho’s cock, the more Jongho felt his blood boil. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the descending head, so much so that when hands spun him around by his shoulders, he nearly tripped from the whiplash.

Wooyoung just continued sucking on Jongho’s body like nothing had happened, moving his attention to the ass that was now in front of him, but Jongho felt bereft. He was so hard, his cock was red and throbbing, precum dripping from the tip and smearing his belly. He looked up, intending to complain to the person that ripped him out of heaven, but all complaints were halted by Mingi’s lips on his. Kissing Mingi was very different to kissing Wooyoung but no less sweet. His lips were thick and soft, feeling like pillows, and Jongho couldn’t help but drag his bottom lip into his mouth. Unlike Wooyoung, Mingi didn’t try to dominate the kiss, instead taking just as much as he was giving. Despite this, Jongho still struggled to concentrate as Wooyoung continued his hungry attack on Jongho’s ass.

As Mingi’s own kisses moved to his neck to leave his own marks, Wooyoung’s hands parted Jongho’s ass cheeks and licked a long line over his hole. Jongho couldn’t help the whole body shudder he felt or the loud whine that fell from his lips. Nor could he help the fevered begging for more.

“P..please. Oh God please.”

Jongho felt like he’d been teased for hours, despite cumming twice already, he felt like he was ready to explode. His body was growing weaker, hands gripping on to Mingi for support. Wooyoung continued to lick circles around Jongho’s hole, occasionally nipping and sucking at it.

“You taste so good baby bear.”

Jongho whimpered in response. When he felt a finger probing alongside Wooyoung’s tongue, his legs nearly gave out. Luckily, Mingi still had a hold of him, and gently guided him down till he was laying on the floor, laid out over Mingi. The position served Jongho’s ass on a platter for Wooyoung but Jongho didn’t have the chance to feel any way about that as both Mingi and Wooyoung went back to playing with his body, driving Jongho half delirious.

As Jongho had played with his own ass before, it didn’t take long before Wooyoung moved up to two fingers and for Jongho to start to pant, grinding on Mingi’s thigh. Jongho was suddenly very grateful for the cock ring that was never taken off him. He would definitely have cum too early if not for it. Wooyoung continued to lick and stretch Jongho’s hole messily, while Mingi kissed Jongho senseless and his hands roamed and massaged Jongho’s body.

Jongho felt a pair of lips kissing up his spine before a voice whispered in his ear.

“Feeling good Jongie?”

Jongho gasped in recognition, Yeosang’s deep voice like a spark, igniting a flame within him. He clenched around Wooyoung’s fingers and tongue. Yeosang must have noticed the reaction because he chuckled and continued in an even deeper, sexier timbre.

“If I had known how much fun you’d be having, I would have invited you sooner.”

“I…” Jongho wasn’t sure what he was about to say as Wooyoung chose that moment to stick a third finger into him. A sob broke out instead, tears falling freely from his eyes.

“Does it feel good Jongie? Do you want to cum?”

“Please hyung,” Jongho begged, body vibrating in need. “Please I want to cum, p…please.”

“But you’ve already cum twice baby, isn’t that a bit greedy?”

Jongho keened. He couldn’t think. Mingi’s lips, Wooyoung’s fingers and Yeosang’s words were all doing a number on him. He was so close, he could feel the edge right in front of him……until it wasn’t. Jongho wailed as all hands and lips were removed from him in unison.

“Nooo,” Jongho cried, “Please hyung please.”

Jongho continued to grind on Mingi, trying to reach the peak that was slowly but surely getting away from him, unintelligible words spilling from his lips. He felt overwhelmed.

Yeosang rubbed Jongho’s back gently and cooed at him.

“You’re okay baby, just take deep breaths for me.”

Eventually, Jongho calmed down enough to stop the frantic humping and begging.

“Hello baby,” Yeosang smiled at him.

“Why did you do that?” Jongho replied with a pout. “I was so close.”

“I know baby, but if I let you cum again, you may not have been able to continue, and I know you’re keen to go all the way today. Seonghwa mentioned it too.”

A blush bloomed so fast on Jongho’s face, he almost felt dizzy with it. How fucking embarrassing.

“It’s okay Jongie,” Yeosang cooed, trying and failing to hide the laughter in his expression. “You’ve done very well today, been through so much, I’m proud of you for making it this far.”

Jongho felt weirdly elated by the compliment from Yeosang. It was like his words pooled warm in his belly, reigniting the flame of desire that had simmered but not died. It was in an attempt to hide his face that he realised he was still lying on top of Mingi.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry hyung,” Jongho stammered while trying to get off him. “I didn’t realise.”

Mingi slung his arms around Jongho and pulled him back down roughly in response, forcing out an ‘oomph’ from Jongho.

“You’re good sugar, I like having someone to cuddle.”

Jongho hid his face again.

“So what happens now?” he asked into Mingi’s neck.

“I think,” Mingi looked up behind Jongho’s head, as if searching for the answer himself. “Yeah, Sangie is going to take over. Is that okay?”

Jongho nodded, looking to Yeosang for what’s next.

Yeosang kissed Jongho softly, much softer than any kiss Jongho had experienced that evening. It was a series of chaste pecks if anything, a far cry from the intensity of the previous hour. Slowly, Yeosang caressed Jongho’s face, fingers dancing on his cheeks, his jawline, his neck and shoulders.

“Come lie with me baby.”

This time, Mingi let Jongho climb off him, awkwardly, to lie down with Yeosang on the carpet as requested. The carpet felt so soft on Jongho’s skin, tickling him a bit. He had to suppress a giggle. Yeosang leaned on his side, half on top of him, and continued his kissing, one hand propping his body up, and the other running up and down his chest.

“Touch me Jongie.”

Jongho moved his free hand to run through Yeosang’s soft hair, feeling in awe of the angel-like man in front of him. Truly this was such a surreal moment, and Jongho took a second to appreciate Yeosang’s face. He pulled Yeosang in for more kisses, sighing at the pleasant feeling. Gradually, Yeosang intensified the kissing, tongue dancing with Jongho’s after being granted an entrance.

Yeosang positioned himself between Jongho’s legs without breaking the kiss, hands caging Jongho in.

“Are you ready Jongie?”

Jongho took a deep breath to steady the random nerves that appeared. He was finally going to sleep with someone, and with Yeosang too it seemed. He nodded.

“Words baby.”

“Yes,” Jongho whispered, taking another steadying breath. Yeosang graced him with a beatific smile as he kneeled up.

“Spread your legs a bit wider baby.”

Yeosang pushed his legs apart as Jongho threw an arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment he knew he shouldn’t be feeling but couldn’t help anyway. Yeosang dipped two fingers into Jongho.

“Wooyoung stretched you well.”

“Hyung! Please don’t be so embarrassing!”

Yeosang just chuckled.

“I’ll be gentle, okay baby, but make sure you tell me if anything hurts okay.”

Jongho responded with a grunt, eyes still hidden behind his eyes, so Yeosang chuckled before shuffling closer, taking his cock into his hands and placing it at Jongho’s rim. At the feeling, Jongho moaned, legs trying to close on instinct. Yeosang leaned forward, removing Jongho’s arm from his face.

“Look at me Jongie,” Yeosang cajoled, and Jongho slowly opened his eyes. It was like he was a prisoner, captured and held by the desire in Yeosang’s eyes. Yeosang pushed forward, and Jongho tightened, body not wanting to let him in. Jongho may be a virgin, but at least he knew enough theory to know he needed to breathe and try to relax his muscles, so he did just that. Yeosang pushed forward until his head popped past the ring of muscle. Jongho tightened again involuntarily and Yeosang groaned.

“Relax Jongho, please.” Yeosang begged, voice strained. “You’re so tight oh my gosh!”

Jongho did his best to relax and get adjusted to having someone inside him for the first time. Wooyoung and Mingi crawled up to him, Wooyoung leaning down to kiss Jongho’s lips with fiery desperation, and Mingi leaning down to lick, suck and bite at his chest, paying attention to his nipples. Jongho was so overwhelmed that his body loosened in confusion. Wooyoung moved his head backwards.

“Are you feeling okay baby bear?” he asked.

Jongho didn’t really have the presence of mind to come up with an appropriate response. Where were words when you needed them?

“Okay, what’s your colour?”

“Colour,” Jongho repeated dumbly, releasing a moan at a particularly hard suck from Mingi. Wooyoung briefly glanced at Mingi before his eyes returned to Jongho.

“Yes baby bear, green is good, red is bad,” Wooyoung tried simplifying it for him. “Are you okay? Can Sangie move?”

“G..green. Move” Jongho managed to get out, between a louder moan. Fuck his nipples were so sensitive!

Wooyoung gave a nod and went back in for his kisses. This time, Jongho wasn’t so immersed as Yeosang started pushing forward, slowly but steadily. Jongho pulled away from the kiss quickly, needing to gasp for air in response. He had never felt so full in his life. He could feel Yeosang throbbing inside him, forcing a path for himself inside him as Wooyoung and Mingi decorated his body. Their bodies were pressed so tightly to Jongho’s sides that he ended up being restrained, only realising when he wanted to move his hand to stop Yeosang’s advance. The realisation turned him on even more.

“Deep, too deep.” Jongo groaned, eyes moving, begging Yeosang for respite, and Yeosang stopped moving. He leaned forward, moving both Wooyoung and Mingi aside so he could get closer to Jongho’s face. The movement forced Yeosang a little further in and Jongho whimpered, sucking in a sharp breath.

“You’re doing so good Jongie, taking me so well. Such a good boy.” Yeosang pressed kisses onto Jongho’s face between his words. “You almost took hyung the whole way, so so good. Are you in pain?”

Jongho shook his head, he wasn’t in pain, but the pressure was like nothing he had felt before. He was out of depth and needed time to get adjusted.

“Kiss me please,” Jongho asked, and Yeosang obliged with a smile, kissing Jongho’s lips so softly that tears sprung to his eyes. They stayed like that for sometime, until Jongho pushed back with his hands.

“You can move now hyung.”

Yeosang pulled out slowly, and Jongho felt every inch drag along his walls. When only the head of Yeosang’s cock was inside Jongho, he pushed forward again slowly, this time going a little bit deeper than before. As he pulled out again, Jongho’s head fell to the side, and he clenched at the sight in front of him.

Seongwha was lying not too far from him, lips wrapped around Mingi as his throat was fucked. Jongho watched amazed at how Seonghwa could take something so big so easily. Jongho could actually see the outline of Mingi’s cock in Seonghwa’s throat, and he clenched again when an image of him in Seonghwa’s position flashed through his head. San and Wooyoung were making out around Seongwha’s cock, sharing the precum that was dripping from the tip. Without realising, Jongho’s hips had started moving in tandem with Yeosang, hole clenching every time Yeosang pulled back in an attempt to keep him in place. His arousal heightening at the sight in front of him, and crossing a tipping point when he saw Yunho and Hongjoong standing above them all, eyes zeroed in on the two scenes happening at their feet.

Yeosang finally bottomed out just as Yunho made eye contact with him and smirked and Jongho felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. He felt feverish with want, the stimulation from everywhere simply too much for him. Yeosang stopped moving to give Jongho time to come back, cock still buried deep inside.

“What’s your colour Jongie, are you okay?” It took a minute but Jongho was finally able to reply. He had no idea what just happened, he knew he hadn’t cum because his cock was still hard and waiting, turning a scary shade of red.

“I’m green hyung, please move.” Jongho replied, legs clenching tighter in contradiction to his words, subconsciously wanting to keep Yeosang deep inside.

Yeosang pulled back, a little faster this time, but paused again.

“Hyung plea…,” Jongho begged, Yeosang shoving forward before Jongho could end his words. Yeosang continued to fuck Jongho like that, pulling out slowly, then pushing in quickly till he was balls deep. The sound of Yeosang’s thighs slapping against Jongho’s ass was so loud to his ears, making Jongho feel shy briefly. He looked to the side again to see Mingi, Hongjoong and Yunho’s eyes on him, and it sent a shock of lust through his veins. Knowing he was being watched seemed to intensify everything his body was going through.

“Looks like the baby isn’t so innocent. Getting off on being watched are we?” Hongjoong moved closer to Jongho as he spoke, and Jongho couldn’t tear his eyes away from Hongjoon’s smirk, even if his life depended on it. His face was flushed with embarrassment and shame, but it just seemed to turn him on more, and then Yeosang adjusted his position and hit Jongho’s prostate dead on, forcing out a wordless cry, hands grasping onto Yeosang’s arms for support.

“There we go!” Yeosang’s pupils were blown with excitement, proceeding to hit Jongho’s prostate on every other thrust.

Jongho was mewling, eyes finally squeezing shut and head thrown back in overwhelming ecstasy. He could feel his orgasm building, with an intensity like none he’d ever experienced before. It felt like the cock ring wouldn’t even help at this point; wouldn't stop the eruption that was going to happen. It actually scared Jongho slightly, half of him wanting the relief that would come with the orgasm for his painful cock, the other half feeling like he would lose himself and everything he knew with that orgasm. His entire body was vibrating, hands scratching on the carpet, a keening sound he’d never made before falling from his lips.

“I think the baby is going to cum,” Hongjoong announced to the room. “Do you want to cum baby, shall I remove the ring for you?”

Jongho didn’t know how to answer that. He was afraid of Hongjoong touching him right now in his state. Yeosang hadn’t even stopped moving inside him, picking up speed instead, driving Jongho to an edge he didn’t know how to fall off.

“Are you crying baby?” Was he crying? He didn’t realise tears were falling from his eyes, but now he noticed his vision was slightly blurry.

Hongjoong cooed at him.

“Let hyung help you okay.”

Hongjoong moved to kneel beside Jongho, hands softly stroking a path from his cheek to his aching cock. The closer Hongjoong got, the more Jongho tried to escape the inevitable, squirming as much as he could within Yeosang’s grasp. His hand flew to grab Hongjoong’s hand but he didn’t have any power to even maintain the grip let alone stop Hongjoong.

“It’s okay baby, you’ll feel much better after.”

As soon as Hongjoong’s fingers grazed his cock, Jongho let out a pained hiss.

“Hyung please, it hurts, please!”

Hongjoong looked slightly worried at Jongho’s reaction but continued on, knowing this was the only way he’d get relief. The second the ring was removed from his cock, Jongho’s orgasm exploded, cum spurting like a geyser all over his chest and Hongjoong’s hand. Jongho yelled with his orgasm, more tears falling from his eyes and back arching completely off the floor. He felt like the only thing tethering him to reality was Yeosang’s grip on his thighs and his cock spurting hot cum deep inside his hole. Jongho’s vision greyed out and there was a buzzing in his ears. It took some time for him to come back to his senses.

As he slowly came to, he could feel hands rubbing his body in gentle strokes. As his hearing came back, he could hear what sounded like 3 distinct voices coming from beside him. He could also hear Seonghwa gagging on what must be Mingi’s cock making him realise they were still going.

“Cum!”

On Yunho’s command those 3 voices got louder as they finally came. Jongho himself clenched involuntarily at the command which forced out a hiss from him as Yeosang was still inside him and he was very sensitive. Ultimately this is what forced him to open his eyes and they instantly connected with Yeosang’s.

“Welcome back Jongie,” Yeosang smiled at him warmly.

“You’re still in me hyung.” Jongho mumbled blushing profusely.

“What an astute deduction,” Yeosang replied with a smirk and Jongho’s blush just spread down his neck. Before it could get worse, Hongjoong stepped in.

“We were waiting for you to be more present beforehand. It could have been rather disorienting to just find yourself empty.”

Jongho looked at him with wide eyes, features softening with how much thought had been given to his comfort. Truly, all night they kept checking in on him and putting him first, despite him completely gatecrashing their night and the sudden realisation brought tears to his eyes.

“Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” Hongjoong asked worriedly, eyes scanning his body for anything out of place.

Jongho shook his head.

“No, sorry.” He sniffed, reaching up to wipe his eyes. “I’m okay. Truly.”

Hongjoong looked at him for a moment longer, before nodding his head once in acceptance.

“Okay Sangie, you can pull out now, I’ll get a blanket.”

Yeosang didn’t reply, instead slowly moving out from Jongho. Jongho winced at the discomfort the movement caused. When they were finally detached, Jongho felt a strange sort of emptiness, in his hole, but also in his chest. He sniffled a bit, unsure of why he was feeling untethered now. Yeosang crawled up his body and lay flat on top of him, face hidden in his neck. Surprisingly, the weight made Jongho feel better and he could feel his muscles loosening slightly. He could faintly hear the others moving around him and talking quietly, but all his attention was on the man in his arms.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For allowing me to come here. For taking care of me. For granting my wish. I have a lot to be thankful for.”

Yeosang chuckled but didn’t say anything in response.

After a few more moments of silence Jongho spoke up again.

“So you guys do this every weekend?”