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Joong’s heart beats in time with the roar of the crowd.
He’s been staring out at the thousands of people gathered here for the RISER concert for hours now, but he still can hardly believe it’s actually real.
A few times tonight he felt like pinching himself to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating, because even though Jasper has been practicing all week, even though he has blisters on his feet to prove it, there’s still a part of him that still feels like this is a figment of his imagination.
Just like he still can’t believe he has more than one lover he wants to share this amazing win with. Even though it’s been almost a year since the fateful night that he and Dunk had slept with Pond and Phuwin and somehow ended up falling for them, it still feels like a dream.
It feels so unreal because how can Joong possibly be so lucky? But it is real. He’s actually here on this stage and he’s just performed his ass off and his body is still buzzing with adrenaline. He knows it’s very much real because his chest is heaving and his face aches from smiling so much and his skin feels too tight and his very soul feels like it's too big for his body…
And it’s moments like this when he wants Dunk the most. When he wants Pond and Phuwin. When he wants to feel their hands on his skin and hear their reassurance in his ear, so it’s a good thing he has two out of three of his partners here tonight.
Because he’d probably lose his mind if he didn’t.
Joong quickly turns to the side, knowing exactly who he’ll find beside him, and sure enough, the sound of the crowd seems to fade away as Pond smiles brightly at him, eyes twinkling in the same way he knows Phuwin’s are, the same way his probably are.
Pond is glowing with happiness. With success…with pride and fuck, he looks so damn beautiful under the lights of the stage and suddenly Joong doesn't care who is around. He has to get Pond alone. So he ignores the many eyes that surely see him take Pond's hand as he drags Pond backstage and down the hallway away from the others.
He hopes Phuwin caught a glimpse of them and follows, but if he doesn’t?
Oh, well.
Joong literally can't wait anymore.
So he starts searching until he finds an empty dressing room. Where he promptly shoves Pond inside.
Pond stumbles a bit, chuckling as he turns to Joong with that endearing grin again. “Hey, there's no need to manhandle me, you know? I would have followed you.”
“Sorry, I got a bit impatient.”
“A little?” he scoffs fondly, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to get me alone to take advantage of me.”
Joong raises a brow. “What if I said that was exactly my intent?”
Pond’s grin falls into a subtle smirk as his eyes trail down Joong’s body and linger at his zipper. “Did the concert really get you that worked up?”
“And if I said it did?” Joong inquiries, stepping into Pond’s space. “Would you help me do something about it?”
Pond’s eyes shoot up to Joong's and he licks his lips as he glances around, “Aren’t we supposed to wait, though?”
And yeah, Joong knows he’s straddling a line here. Dunk and Phuwin have put him on ‘Pond probation’ because Joong kept distracting their poor sub when they were supposed to be practicing. They haven’t lifted the ban on sex, so Pond’s uncertainty is warranted, but Joong can’t help it. He’s horny as fuck and Pond is sexy as sin and they’re both hot and sweaty and dammit, Joong is only human.
Performing on stage at IMPACT ARENA in front of thousands of people? Singing and dancing and being right beside Pond? Feeling the energy of the crowd? The energy of his bandmates and the other Riser performers? Watching Phuwin as he owned the stage? Making eye contact with Pond and seeing him giving his all just like Joong is?
Yeah, he's more than a little worked up. He wants Pond and he wants him now. And he'll beg for their Doms’ forgiveness later.
“What’s wrong, phi?” Joong asks with faux innocence, “I thought you wanted to…” He grabs Pond’s hand and runs it down his stomach in the same way he would during their dance as he mockingly sings, “touch touch touch my body.”
That gets him a snort as Pond yanks his hand away from Joong. “Are you trying to kill my boner?”
“Oh, so I’m not the only one that got worked up then?”
Joong watches as a blush creeps up to the tip of Pond’s ears. “No, I mean-”
“It’s okay, Phi.” Joong tells as he moves in for the kill. “I’ll help take care of it.”
And with that he leans forward and captures Pond’s lips in a kiss as he presses his palm against the front of Pond’s pants, feeling his erection through the denim.
Pond groans and all thoughts of resisting must go out the window, because Joong feels Pond melt into his touch. He moves his right hand to grip his hip and lets his left snake up Pond’s neck to hold onto his jaw as he coaxes his mouth open wider.
Pond reacts just like he usually does. He kisses back gentle at first but then more aggressively as he grabs Joong’s ass to yank him forward until their clothed cocks are pressed together.
“Fuck, yes,” Joong moans into his mouth as he strarts a slow and sensual grind against him.
It feels good like this, just kissing and rutting against each other. He likes it; enjoys the way Pond’s hands knead his ass and how he breaks away to breathe before letting Joong tilt his head to lick the salt from his neck.
“Joong, dammit, we should stop.” He hisses as Joong pinches a nipple.
And yeah, they should, but- “You know what to say to get me to stop.” He replies, and waits to see if Pond says a color.
But instead of saying a color or using his safeword, Pond moves his hands to the front of Joong’s jeans and starts unbuttoning them.
“What happened to being Dunk’s good boy?” He taunts, knowing it could very well cost him an orgasm, but Pond doesn’t stop.
“I’m too damn horny to wait,” he tells him, and then pulls his stiff cock from his underwear and begins stroking, “and like you said. It’s not sex. I’m just going to jerk you off.”
“Thank god for that.” Joong moans and buries his face into the crook of Pond’s neck to plant kisses on his collar bone as Pond diligently jerks his cock just the way he likes it.
“You’re so wet,” Pond comments after a few seconds, and Joong wants to laugh.
“Yeah, well, I was hard before I dragged you off the stage, so-”
“That’s hot,” Pond murmurs, twisting his hand, and before Joong can tell him how much he sounds like Phuwin, everything stops.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” A familiar and rather displeased voice calls from the other side of the room.
Pond quickly pushes him backwards and Joong tucks his still hard cock back into his pants as he turns to face the music, because they’ve just been busted.
By Phuwin.
When the concert ends and Phuwin can’t find Pond or Joong, he has a bad feeling about where they went and what they might be doing.
Or maybe it’s a good feeling…
He’s still not sure how his brain or libido work when it comes to their dynamics, but right now he’s feeling a bit elated at the prospect of catching them in the act.
Because Joong isn’t supposed to be having sex with Pond unsupervised, and if he is…and Phuwin tells Dunk…he shivers just thinking about the possibilities.
He makes his way down the hall and checks each room until he hears the tell-tale signs of soft moaning, and he’d recognize that moan anywhere.
It’s Pond.
So he quietly slips inside the dressing room before locking the door behind him.
Honestly, Joong and Pond are idiots for not locking it in the first place. It’s not a secret that Pond and Phuwin are dating, and that Joong and Dunk are together, but they haven’t really told anyone about them all…dating each other. As a group.
So, leaving the door unlocked was a rookie mistake. Anyone could walk in and see them like this…
Phuwin stops mid step, reprimands caught on his tongue as he can’t help but stare…because damn.
They look so good like this.
Joong has Pond pressed against the far wall and he's kissing him like he can’t get enough. Joong’s gripping his jaw and his hip and Pond’s big hands are on Joong’s back and ass and they are slowly grinding against each other.
The sight leaves Phuwin breathless and already half hard. And yet he finds himself taking out his phone and snapping a pic before opening LINE and sending off a message as the two of them murmur to each other between kisses.
Dunk:
Image attached
Look who I found getting each other off without permission
He doesn’t respond right away, which is fine, Phuwin knows he may be on his way home from his event, but Phuwin isn’t ready to interfere with whatever is happening yet.
There’s a loud moan and a brief curse from Joong and Phuwin watches as Pond unzips Joong’s jeans. Phuwin lifts his phone up and hits record as Pond pulls Joong out and starts jerking him off while Joong sucks and licks Pond’s collarbone and then his throat.
Dunk:
Video attached:
Should I punish them?
His cock twitches just thinking about Dunk saying yes.
But much to his chagrin, Dunk responds in a way he isn’t expecting.
From Dunk:
🥵 Performing gets Joong hot, so I already knew this would be a possibility. I was going to lift the ban tomorrow anyways.
To Dunk:
So no punishment?
From Dunk:
No need for a heavy hand, but you can join them and make them squirm a bit if you want.😏
Well, that he can do.
To Dunk:
I'll take a few pictures for you to jerk off to later… if I remember.
From Dunk:
Don’t even joke. Give me a few minutes and I’ll call you.
Phuwin smiles at that and slips his phone into his pocket before finally making his presence known.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Phuwin says, startling the two men with his low disappointed tone.
Pond immediately shoves Joong away from him and Joong tucks his cock back into his boxers but doesn’t bother buttoning his pants as he turns to face him, hands up in surrender. “Fuck, Phuwin. I swear it’s not what it looks like”
“Oh yeah, please try to explain what it looks like, Joong.” He replies with a frown, “because from where I’m standing, It looks a lot like I just caught you sneaking around behind our backs while you’re on probation.”
Joong winces as Phuwin comes to stand directly in front of him. “Okay…so maybe it is what it looks like…”
“Does…does Dunk know?” Pond asks, and he looks so damn sad at the prospect of disappointing their head Dom that Phuwin almost rolls his eyes. It should probably bother him more that Pond wants to please Dunk so fucking much, but Phuwin knows this is where all of them fit so well together.
Dunk loves that Pond is so eager to please, and while Phuwin also likes that his boyfriend wants to be so good for him, Phuwin enjoys a bit of defiance, which is why he feels almost gleeful when his eyes land on Joong’s smug face.
“Yes,” Phuwin replies, looking from Joong back to Pond. “I already sent him a little video of the two of you.”
Pond’s face pales and Joong immediately goes into protective mode, which always means he’s about to offer himself up to Phuwin on a silver platter. “Listen, Phu. Just text him back and tell him it was my idea. No need to punish Pond too.”
Bingo.
“Oh?” Phuwin cocks his head and narrows his eyes at him. “So, you’re saying you’ll take on his punishment on top of your own?”
Phuwin doesn’t miss the way Joong shivers, or the way his eyes flutter just a bit before responding with a shrug. “Yeah. I can handle it,” he insists, “besides, we weren’t actually having sex so how bad could it be?”
Phuwin puts his hands on his hips. “You’re really trying to tell me that you weren’t about to have sex?”
Pond swallows but Joong is steadfast as he stares at him “No, we weren’t.”
And Phuwin knows what game of semantics Joong is playing here. He’s always been fond of games.
But so has Phuwin.
“So, Pond wasn’t about to get on his knees for you?” He asks, running a hand down Joong’s clothed chest and stopping at his open fly. “I didn’t see him playing with your cock and drooling at the thought of servicing you right here on the dirty floor.”
“I wasn't going to tell him to do that.” His phi insists, but they both know Joong wouldn't have had to tell or ask Pond to do it. If he thought that was what Joong wanted…
“But what if you hadn’t had to tell him, huh? You’ve trained him well, after all. He knows what you want with just a look or even…,” Phuwin says, leaning in to press his lips against the shell of Joong’s ear as he whispers, “with just a tone of voice.”
Joong shivers beneath his lips and mutters a quiet, “Dammit, Phuwin,” as Pond makes a sound of protest, but Phuwin isn’t deterred.
He moves forward with his plan as he slides his fingers into Joong’s boxers to grip his still hard cock. “Am I wrong? Tell me, Joong. If our handsome and skilled sub had dropped down to his knees…” He continues, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Joong’s slit until it’s wet with precum, “If he had leaned in and kissed the tip? If he would have put you in his mouth? Now what do we call that act, hmm?”
“A blow job.” Joong answers defiantly, so Phuwin squeezes his shaft and makes Joong groan.
“Don’t be cheeky.”
“Oral.” Joong chokes out as Phuwin releases him.
But that’s not exactly what he’s looking for, so he tilts his head and brings his sticky thumb to his mouth as he taunts, “Oral what?”
And Joong’s eyes nearly glaze over as he watches Phuwin lick it off as he breathes out, “Sex.”
Phuwin takes his thumb out of his mouth and smiles brightly at Joong before patting his cheek. “That’s right. So, really, you were well on your way to breaking the rules…So the question now is…how should I punish you, phi?”
Joong opens his mouth to answer, but Phuwin feels Pond’s hand on his elbow.
“We’re sorry.” Pond says quietly, looking between Joong and Phuwin with concern. “It was stupid. We know we didn’t get permission but…we just…the concert made us feel so good and we were horny and it was just a hand job. I swear.”
“Just a hand job, huh?” Phuwin repeats, tapping his chin. “Well, then. If it was just a hand job you wanted…”
Without warning he grabs Joong and pushes him until his back hits the wall beside Pond.
“What the hell?”
“Rules.” Phuwin says as he tugs Joong’s pants down his thighs, “You can’t touch me and you can’t touch each other. If you do, I’ll stop and you’ll ride home in the car with an aching cock and no orgasm, understand?”
A perfect harmony of “Yessir" reaches his ears and Phuwin feels a zing of pleasure shoot up his back and settle nicely at the base of his head. “Pull down your pants, Pond.” He tells his boyfriend as he strokes Joong’s hot and throbbing cock, and watches with lidded eyes as Pond complies.
As much as he gave Joong shit earlier for commanding Pond with just his voice, he knows he could simply give Pond a look and get the same results.
He really is a- “Good boy.” He tells him when his dick springs free and he sees he’s just as ready for this as Joong is.
“Phuwin, please.” He begs, when Phuwin simply looks at it but doesn’t make a move to touch him.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“That’s better.” Phuwin replies, and then takes him into his free hand.
It’s not going to be easy, but he loves seeing both of their faces as he strokes them in tandem. They look so hot right now. They’re both still glistening with sweat from their hard work on stage earlier and their heavy make out session here. And it also does something for Phuwin, the fact that he has both of these beautiful strong men doing whatever he tells them to do.
He bites his lip as he lets his eyes trail up and down their bodies.
Pond has his eyes closed as he presses his hands against the wall. He won’t do anything to break the rules set by Phuwin, but Joong is watching him, and his fingers twitch at his sides, desperate to reach out, longing to touch Phuwin as he brings Joong pleasure.
“You always want to touch, don’t you?” Phuwin says to him.
And Joong answers with a small smile. “You know how much I enjoy making you feel good.”
“Mmm, but sometimes I want to watch you struggle to behave.”
Joong’s eyebrow raises and his breath hitches as he replies, “Only sometimes?”
And that’s fair. Phuwin does tend to goad Joong into misbehaving, but he doesn’t have to listen to his sass right now. He gives him a grin and bats his eyes at him before letting go of his cock to grab the bottom of his shirt and yank it up towards his chin. “Open up.”
Joong sighs but obediently opens his mouth for him and Phuwin tucks the edge of his shirt into his mouth and waits for him to clamp down on the fabric.
“There you go. Hold that out of the way for me for a few minutes, okay?”
Joong grunts in agreement so Phuwin trails his handup and down Joong’s torso. He rubs his fingers across his nipples and then down the center where he rubs his thumb across the hair on his lower abdomen before venturing lower again.
He cups his balls in his hand and tries to keep a steady pace as he strokes Pond too.
Pond doesn’t seem to mind that he’s slowed down a bit to play with Joong because his eyes are open and focused now. He’s staring at Phuwin’s hand as he plays with Joong’s balls and then goes back up to pinch each nipple again.
“Shit.” Pond curses as Joong moans, shirt still tucked tightly between his teeth and hands pulling at his messy hair.
“You like hearing our Joong feeling good?” He asks him.
Pond nods. “Yeah, he sounds…” Phuwin jerks him quicker, “so hot.”
“It does sound like music to my ears.” Phuwin agrees. “Every sound he makes…” He leans down and takes a bud between his lips and sucks…
And sure enough, Joong lets out the most beautiful muffled sound and it goes straight to Phuwin’s aching cock.
Too bad he’ll have to ignore it for a bit longer.
Phuwin smiles against Joong’s chest and then backs away. “You can let go now.” He tells him, and Joong immediately drops his shirt.
“Phu-”
“Shh, just let me take care of you.” He says, and then begins sliding his hand up and down his shaft again. “You both worked so hard up there on that stage. It was so amazing seeing you perform. So perfect, so beautiful.”
They both make a noise of happiness at that and he can’t help but give them each a nice slow kiss. Pond first, then Joong as he jerks them off.
“You’re both still for me, so good. I almost want to forgive you for going behind our backs and messing around.”
Pond groans, “I’m sorry, please.”
Phuwin doesn’t respond, he just keeps going, making sure to keep his hands moving as he peppers them with tiny kisses. “You’re okay, just relax.”
It’s always hard jerking off two cocks at once. There’s no finesse, no way to give them each the kind of stroke and pressure they like, but neither of them seem to mind how loose Phuwin’s fists are or how he can’t quite get the right angle. They’re both stifling their moans and trying not to move as Phuwin works them up, trying to get them closer to their peak.
He thinks Pond will be the first to come in his fist, he’s already rocking his hips and has his eyes shut tightly as bites his hand in an attempt to keep himself quiet and still.
“Are you close, baby?” He whispers in his ear, and Pond shudders in his grip.
“Yes, I think…yeah…I’m getting there.”
He wants to mock him for being so easy, but before he can his phone vibrates in his pocket. He lets it ring because he doesn’t want to let go of either of them to answer it.
Besides, he knows exactly who it is and he already told Dunk he’d update him if he could…and he’s busy right now.
“Shouldn’t you…uh answer that?” Pond asks as the vibrating continues.
“No, it’s fine.” He replies, and presses a kiss to Pond’s neck.
“But what if…it’s Dunk.”
“It probably is.” He says, but doesn’t stop his soft kisses as he keeps stroking, determined more than ever to get Pond to come in his hand.
His phone goes silent.
Then Pond’s phone starts ringing.
Knowing that Pond will most likely try to answer, Phuwin squeezes his dick and tells him to “Ignore it,”
Pond whines and Joong chuckles. “Why do I feel like you are trying to get him in trouble?”
“Don’t worry, Dunk will understand.”
Pond’s phone stops ringing, but it does ding with an incoming message.
“Phuwin…I’m…I’m sorry,” Pond says, and then he’s fishing his phone out of his pocket and reading the message. “Shit. He said I better answer…”
Phuwin sighs and Joong’s mouth twists up in glee as he murmurs, “Looks like we’re all in trouble now.”
The phone rings and Pond doesn’t hesitate to answer the video call this time. “He-Hey, Dunk.”
“I’m glad to see someone can still follow directions.” Dunk’s deep voice fills the room and Pond moans, though Phuwin can’t tell if it’s because of Dunk or because Phuwin just rubbed the head of his dick with his thumb.
“I was a little busy.” Phuwin says, not bothering to slow down his efforts to get the two men in front of him off.
“I told you I’d be calling you.” Dunk replies, and his voice sounds a bit tight, but he’d told Phuwin he could make them squirm, so…
“I don’t recall saying whether or not I’d answer.” He tells him, locking eyes with Joong as he does so.
Joong’s eyes widen, not used to hearing Phuwin give Dunk much push back, but Phuwin is in the zone and smirks as he leans in to kiss the shocked look off Joong’s face.
Joong responds to the kiss and makes a noise of satisfaction as Phuwin bites his lip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Pond or even Dunk on the other side of the phone.
“Pond.” Dunk demands, “You’re going to show me everything Phuwin is doing right now and do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy.” Those words make both men beneath Phuwin’s fingers shudder, and a bead of precum drools out of Pond’s tip. `
“So easy, baby.” Phuwin smirks as he smears it around the head.
“Phu-” he starts to whine, but then Dunk is speaking again.
“Hold the phone steady, Pond.” He lightly reprimands, and Pond apologizes, but Phuwin can’t really tell if he actually manages to hold it still because he’s too busy jerking him off.
He’s too busy jerking them both off.
“Damn, Phuwin. You have them both leaking so much for you. I wish I was there. I bet they feel so good in your hands.”
“They do. Fuck, Dunk. They feel and taste so good. I wish… I wish you were here.”
“I know, but we’ll be with each other soon. Just keep going. Fuck, yes, just like that. Sqeeze a little harder.”
He does as Dunk says and then starts trading kisses with them like he had before, only this time he has Dunk’s commentary in the background as he tells Pond to touch Joong’s chest and tells Joong to play with Pond’s balls as Phuwin steadily jerks them off.
“Shit, I think…I’m close.” Pond moans when Joong fondles him and says something about wishing he could get his mouth on his fat cock, and Phuwin knows it’s true because his breath is quickening and he’s having trouble holding the phone.
“Is it okay for our boy to come?” Phuwin asks Dunk.
He answers with a hum and a husky, “Go ahead.” And that’s all it seems to take.
Pond immediately pitches forward and comes all over Phuwin’s shirt and Joong’s hand and Phuwin can’t help but kiss him through the comedown.
“That’s it. So good for us, Pond. Damn baby that was a lot.’
“Sorry,” He apologizes once more, but all it does is get a few chuckles, because of course he’s apologizing for how much he came.
“Go ahead and get Joong off however you want.” Dunk says and Phuwin gets a glimpse of him on the phone and he looks more than pleased at the turn of events.
“Yeah,” Joong says with a heavy sigh of pleasure. “Get me off however you want to.”
Phuwin is half tempted to make him get himself off, but the thought of having those hands on his body is too much, so Phuwin leans into his body and kisses his lips before saying, “You can touch me now.”
Even Pond, still sensitive from his climax, groans at that, because they all know how quickly this is going to end now.
Joong immediately has his hands on Phuwin’s hips as he kisses him deeper than Phuwin had. It makes his cock kick because he enjoys the dirty way Joong kisses and then he’s back to focusing on his task.
Now that he has two hands, he slips one behind Joong to grab his ass and starts sliding his pinky down to dip between his cheeks. Joong bucks forward into his grip and he knows this is the best course of action if he wants him to come quickly.
Which he does.
Because his wrist is starting to ache like a bitch.
So, he does it again.
And Joong shifts back a bit, opens his legs a little wider and nearly growls when Dunk catches on and calls him a slut.
Phuwin moans into Joong’s mouth at that and squeezes his dick a little harder before sliding his middle finger between his phi’s cheeks until it barely presses against his hole.
Joong doesn’t give any warning whatsoever as he chokes on Phuwin’s tongue and comes almost violently between them.
Pond says something to Dunk that Phuwin doesn’t quite catch but when he looks over at him, Pond’s pants are pulled back up and Dunk is staring at Phuwin from his phone screen.
His eyes are dark and intense and Phuwin can’t keep eye contact for long, so he refocuses his attention on wiping his hand on his shirt before helping Joong fix his pants and tuck his now soft cock away.
“Joong.” Dunk says when he’s a little more put together.
“Yes?”
“Since you’re the one that started this, I want you to get on your knees, take out Phuwin’s cock and thank him for getting you off.”
If Phuwin wasn’t already hard and aching, those words would have done the trick to get him there.
And Joong doesn’t complain about Dunk’s orders. He doesn’t fight or refuse the command. He simply sinks to his knees in front of Phuwin and starts unbuttoning his pants. “Thanks for getting me off, nong.” He says, and it’s not even snarky. He looks up at Phuwin earnestly as he pulls his cock out.
“Pond, I want you to give the phone to Phuwin and then wrap your arms around him and jerk him off until he comes on Joong’s face.”
All three of them curse at that because, fuck, he loves coming on all of their faces. It doesn’t matter whose, but coming on Joong’s always gives him a little more of a thrill for some reason.
Pond hands him the phone as instructed and wraps his arm around Phuwin’s waist and takes his cock into his big warm hand and starts tugging on it.
“That’s it.” Dunk groans as Phuwin pans the phone down so he can see Pond’s hand jerking him off as the head of his cock almost touches Joong’s lips. “Open your mouth.”
Joong complies and the sight makes Phuwin leak. Fuck he really likes seeing Joong’s pink tongue waiting to be marked by his cum.
“Shit,” He groans and he can hear Dunk’s heavy breathing and the sound of his hand working over his own cock on the other end of the phone. “Dunk, are you…fuck are you touching yourself?”
“Of course, watching you all get off is driving me crazy…but lets…see who can come first.
Pond, jerk him off faster, and don’t let up until he’s coming.”
“Yes, sir.” Pond rumbles in Phuwin’s ear and just that is almost enough to get him there.
It’s all so good he feels almost light headed. He can feel Pond’s hand, his breath on his neck, and he can hear the sound of Dunk masterbating and can see Joong’s eyes gazing up at him with a look of fondness and anticipation as he waits for Phuwin’s cum…
Fuck.
He can’t…
It’s…
His hand trembles and he tries to keep it steady so Dunk can see his cock clearly but then Pond squeezes and twists and whispers in his ear that he wants to feel him come and wants to taste Phuwin on his fingers and Dunk moans loudly and Joong squeezes Phuwin’s thigh with his strong fingers and…
“I’m…fuck…I’m-” He doesn’t finish the thought because his balls tighten up, the phone falls from his hand and then he’s coming, spurting strings of white on Joong’s tongue and across his nose and cheeks, and he keeps coming as Dunk chokes and comes loudly on the other end of the line.
He pants and relaxes into Pond’s arms as he dribbles what’s left down Pond’s fingers and then watches Joong lick his lips and rub his thumb across his face to gather Phuwin’s cum.
Then he gets a mischievous look on his face before he shuffles forwards and starts licking Pond’s fingers and the sensitive head of Phuwin’s cock.
“Fuck, Joong,” Phuwin whines as he tries to get away from the feeling, but Joong doesn’t stop.
He licks them both clean and then grins like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. "So good."
“You’re so gross.” Phuwin complains, but Joong simply shrugs before picking up Pond’s phone and asking Dunk how he’s doing.
“I came all over my dashboard.” He sighs loudly, and whether or not he meant for it to be funny, all of them start laughing.
Because the thought of Dunk sitting in his car and jerking off to a video call of them is hilarious on its own, but picturing him coming so hard it splattered on his pristine dash?
Yeah, that’s funny as hell.
“Oi, you keep laughing and I’ll make one of you clean it up.”
Joong wheezes at that. “Like you weren’t going to ask me to do it later anyways.”
Phuwin doesn’t need to see Dunk to know he’s pouting. “I am fully capable of cleaning up my mess, Joong.”
“Sure. but you weren’t going to.”
Dunk sighs and Phuwin shakes his head as he stretches his hands above his head and yawns. Now that the adrenaline of the concert has waned and he’s had a good orgasm, he’s feeling rather sleepy. “Alright, I’m getting tired. We should probably head home.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Dunk agrees, “You’ve all had a long day.”
“That’s the damn truth.” Pond mumbles as he twists and stretches his back.
Joong makes a kissy face at the phone before handing it back to Pond. “Love you, see you later, Teerak.”
Dunk chuckles and responds with a fond, “I love you too,” Before adopting a more serious tone as he addresses him. “Oh, and Phuwin?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t think you’re getting away with ignoring my phone call.”
Heat creeps up his neck as Joong raises a brow at him, but he swallows down the trepidation as he replies, “Fine. We can discuss your terms for my punishment later.”
“Good. Then I’ll see you all when you get back to the condo.” He tells them, and then ends the call.
“Looks like we’re not the only ones in trouble.” Joong teases, as Pond puts his phone back in his pocket and Phuwin kicks Joong in the butt.
“Shut up. It’s your fault anyways.”
Joong sticks his tongue out but doesn’t try to argue as he fixes his clothes.
Which reminds Phuwin...
He’s the only one that has cum all over his shirt. “So, who is going to go get our bags and find me a new shirt?”
Unsurprisingly, Pond is the one to take on the task and he quickly slips out of the dressing room, leaving Joong and Phuwin to get cleaned up with baby wipes as they wait for him.
“You think Dunk is going to go easy on you?” Joong asks.
And Phuwin wants to shove him off the chair he’s sitting on. “I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll find out when we get home.”
Joong smirks and gets up from his chair to stand in front of Phuwin’s. He bends down and takes Phuwin’s chin into his fingers and Phuwin can't stop the sudden shiver.
Joong is usually submissive for him, but there are times when he's not...and right now? There's something different in his eyes as he leans forward and kisses the side of Phuwin's mouth before saying, “I’m really looking forward to it.”
“I bet you are.”
“Don’t worry, nong, I’m sure it will be fun." He replies before straightening back up and shoving his hands into his pockets, “And who knows, maybe I’ll get to be the one who gets to tell you not to touch for once.”
And Phuwin…
He kind of likes the sound of that.