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"Jaemin hyung." Jisung started as the others happily munched on their food.

They came to this hotpot place quite often, and the staff already recognized them, always giving them a big table at the back.

“Hm?” came the response from across the table, the other barely paying attention as he scrolled on his phone.

One seat over, Jeno was busy eating too, occasionally nodding as Haechan's enthusiastic rant filled the air about how the movie they’d watched last weekend had totally ruined the final fight scene.

“Can I fuck Jeno hyung tonight?”

The question, blurted out as casually as asking for a spoon, hung in the air, slicing through the otherwise normal dinner chatter. Chopsticks froze mid-air, bowls clinked awkwardly against the table, and all eyes turned to Jisung.

Jeno choked on his food, coughing as he tried to swallow both his reaction and the rice lodged in his throat. His face flushed a deep red, his eyes wide with surprise.

“What the fuck?” he managed to sputter, shoving his chair back as he stood abruptly.

Jisung, taken aback by the reaction, looked around at the stunned faces staring at him.

Shit, he thought, feeling his own face burn.

At the head of the table, Jaemin raised his head almost in slow motion, his expression unreadable as he remained silent.

“Shouldn’t you be asking ME ?!” Jeno continued, slamming his hands on the table with a loud thud. The veins in his hands bulged under his skin, muscles flexing beneath the hoodie that clung tightly to his broad shoulders.

The youngest shrank under the combined weight of their gazes, folding inward as if trying to disappear. His voice cracking as he stuttered, “I—I mean, yes, of course, but Haechan hyung said—”

The fiery glare snapped to the one still focused on his food, now poking at a mushroom as if it were suddenly fascinating. But the moment Jeno's glare bore into him, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“He said I should ask Jaemin hyung first,” Jisung finished weakly, his voice trailing off as he risked a glance toward the head of the table.

“Mhmm…” came the only response, Jaemin's focus now on a piece of tofu lazily spinning in the bubbling broth.

Beside him, Jeno was fuming, his knuckles white as his hands curled into fists. It wasn’t like him to lose his composure—his temper was rare—but today, it seemed closer to embarrassment than anger.

Finally, Jaemin broke the silence, his lips curling into a small, almost too-innocent smile, one that didn’t quite match the weight of the decision hanging in the air. It was the kind of smile you’d expect from someone agreeing to share their fries—not from someone granting permission for his boyfriend to be fucked by someone else.

“Sure, why not,” he said breezily, the calmness of his tone starkly contrasting the chaos it unleashed.

Jisung wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or mortified.

“WHAT?!” Jeno turned to his boyfriend and grabbed his shirt. “What the hell? You can’t just pass me around like this!”

Dark eyes flicked to his lips, still glistening with a bit of sauce. Without warning, Jaemin leaned in and licked them, slow and deliberate, leaving behind a wet sheen of saliva. Jeno froze, wide-eyed with shock.

His boyfriend just grinned, a big, unsettling smile that sent a chill down everyone's spines. “You didn’t complain when Hyuck fucked you last week,” he said, his tone sing-song as if this wasn’t wildly inappropriate for a restaurant.

“Shut up!” came the growled reply, ears burning red. Jeno was breathing heavily now, clearly struggling to hold himself together. “And you —” he spun to Haechan, eyes blazing. “You’re never touching my ass again!”

“Oh, come on, Jen. Don’t be such a killjoy!” Haechan finally joined in, his hood pulled low, though Jeno swore he could practically see the devil horns poking through. “I liked it so much that I just had to recommend it to our dear Jisung.”

Before Jeno could respond, a hand slid under his hoodie, delivering a playful pinch to his ass.

A surprised squeak escaped him before he whipped around, grabbing the offender’s hand and slamming it onto the table. With swift precision, he twisted Haechan's arm and pressed his elbow into his back, earning a pained yelp.

“SOS! SOS!” the other cried out dramatically, though no one moved to help.

At the far end of the table, Jaemin continued scrolling on his phone, entirely unbothered. Across from him, Jisung hesitantly spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Ah… If you don’t want to, that’s fine,” he muttered, staring at his lap. His fingers fiddled nervously with the edge of his sleeve. “Never mind… just forget I said anything.”

The hotpot bubbled on as Jeno finally sat down again, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. Meanwhile, Hyuck massaged his sore arm and back, though his grin hadn’t faded. If anything, he looked even more smug for stirring up chaos.

“Or maybe… you wanna fuck me ?” Jisung blurted out suddenly, his face red but his voice steady. “I’ve never bottomed, but hyung said—”

“Oh my god,” Jeno groaned, massaging his temples as the beginnings of a headache throbbed at his skull. “Can we please stop talking about fucking?!”

“S-sorry…” Jisung stammered, his eyes darting to the older’s lips again. They still gleamed from the kiss, and for some reason, Jisung couldn’t stop staring.

“Jenooooo,” Haechan sang, his voice teasing. “Just let him do it. You're the one who said our Jisungie looks so manly now.”

Jeno’s jaw tightened, his shoulders stiffening as he glanced between the faces staring at him. His lips parted, but no response came.

“Stop pretending you hate the idea and just go with him tonight,” Jaemin added, not even looking up from his phone. He was watching a video of some cute cats on Instagram, completely unbothered by the tension.“Or better yet, take him to my place. Hyuck and I can go to Mark’s place, right?” He reached out and patted Jeno’s head with a smirk.

That caught Haechan off guard. His usual smirk faltered for just a second as a faint pink blush dusted his cheeks.

“Y-yeah… great,” he mumbled, his usual confidence briefly shaken.

While Jaemin continued absentmindedly patting Jeno’s head, Jeno looked back at Jisung. His face was still bright red, his expression conflicted. His brows were furrowed in frustration, his lips set in a pout—but there was something else in his eyes now.

Excitement.

“Hyung, where do I put my stuff?” Jisung asked, trailing after the other. 

“Wherever,” came the grumbled reply.

The guest room was spacious yet cozy. The bed was neatly made with crisp, white sheets and light gray cushions stacked at the headboard.

Jisung's gaze lingered for a moment on the closed door on the other side, muffled scratching and faint meows coming from behind it. The cats had been safely shut away, so they wouldn't be disturbed, though Jisung felt a little guilty hearing them protest. Still, the quiet in the guest room was almost soothing, a stark contrast to the havoc that usually followed the group wherever they went. 

When they met as a group, they’d usually rent a house somewhere outside Seoul. No regular place could accommodate a bed big enough for all of their activities .

The younger dropped his things onto the floor near the corner, beginning to unpack slowly. Quietly.

The silence that settled between them wasn’t comfortable. It hung in the air like a question no one wanted to answer.

From his spot on the bed, Jeno simply watched. He’d be lying if he said the idea of being with Jisung had never crossed his mind. Truthfully, he’d thought about it plenty—fucking him, or being fucked by him, or any of the others for that matter. It was part of their deal, after all.

But this was unexpected. He hadn’t imagined it would happen so soon.

The dynamic between the two of them had always felt a bit distant. They were part of the same relationship, sure, but they tended to stay on the opposite ends. Most of his time was spent with Jaemin, while the younger usually stuck close to Chenle and Renjun. But things had shifted recently. Mark and Chenle had been growing closer, and with that, the entire group had been thrown slightly off balance.

“So…” The silence broke as a voice came from across the room. “Do you want me to… prepare you?”

At that, Jeno groaned loudly and threw himself onto the mattress, covering his face with his hands.

“Oh my god. This is the worst.” His voice was muffled under his palms. “Can you, for once, stop being… this?” He waved his hand vaguely in the younger’s direction without bothering to look.

The other froze for a second, startled, before edging closer to the bed. He perched on the edge, right next to the older one’s legs.

“I-I’m sorry! Did I say something wrong?” His voice was shaky, genuinely confused, as if trying to figure out where he’d messed up.

The older dropped his hands and glanced over, his cheeks noticeably flushed. That caught Jisung’s attention, and he couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re so embarrassing,” came the reply, though the tone was softened by the faintest trace of a smile. “Does Renjun… enjoy this kind of vibe?” Jeno let out a low chuckle.

“Uh… he didn’t have any complaints?” Jisung tilted his head, genuinely trying to recall if anything had ever been said. “Well, except… he did mention not being able to sit for a while…” The words slipped out before he realized what they implied.

The moment he caught himself, his face turned crimson, but it was already too late. The other had clearly picked up on it too. His eyes flickered downward, settling on the younger’s lap.

The shift in attention was electric. Jisung's breath hitched, and the heat in the room seemed to rise by a degree. He felt it then—the unmistakable pressure in his pants—and the knowledge that the older one had noticed, made his pulse race.

It wasn’t just the physical reaction. There was something about the way those eyes lingered, as if he wasn’t just being seen, but noticed. Truly noticed.

He’d always admired Jeno, the quiet way he supported everyone, the strength he exuded without needing to say much. But this… this was something entirely different.

To be desired by him felt almost surreal.

The silence stretched again, but this time it carried a different weight. Their breathing grew louder, more uneven, filling the quiet space between them.

From the bed, the older one didn’t look away. His gaze remained fixed on the subtle movement beneath the younger’s clothes, the slight shifts that betrayed the tension building between them. The other sat frozen, trying desperately to keep still, though his body had clearly betrayed him.

With each breath, he felt his cock harden a little more, pressing against the fabric of his jeans, begging for attention. The weight of Jeno's stare only made things worse, and he found it increasingly difficult to think straight.

With a gulp, Jisung's eyes drifted from Jeno's face downward, noticing how the older one's hoodie had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of toned stomach.

"Can I... touch you now?" His voice was barely a whisper.

Jeno's breath caught, his fingers flexing against the bedsheet as he considered the younger's request. Despite his initial embarrassment, his body reacted instantly to the idea. He could feel the heat spreading through him, his skin tingling in anticipation. And after a moment, he nodded.

Jisung’s hand moved hesitantly, his fingertips grazing the line of Jeno’s stomach. The older's breath hitched as his stomach tensed under the gentle caress.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low and rough as his eyes fluttered shut. The heat of Jisung’s hand seeped through his skin, the pressure intensifying as those fingers slipped just under the hem of his hoodie.

The contact sent a jolt of desire surging through him, primal and uncontrollable. His body moved on its own, arching slightly into the touch, his breaths growing shallow. Goosebumps prickled his skin as the younger’s fingers traced the defined line of his abs, each movement sending a fresh wave of heat pooling in his core.

Jisung paused, his hand hovering for a moment before gripping the hem of Jeno’s hoodie. Slowly, he began to lift, revealing more of the other man’s torso, inch by inch, until the fabric bunched up around his chest.

When his fingers brushed over Jeno’s nipples, the reaction was instant—a low, throaty moan slipping past the older's lips before he could stop it.

“You have the most amazing body, hyung...” Jisung murmured, his voice dripping with admiration. His eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on the way Jeno’s chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. “Everything about you is just… perfect.”

Jeno’s jaw clenched as he fought back a groan, his neck muscles tightening. The sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard only made the younger’s gaze darken.

“Stop… just stop talking,” Jeno hissed, his voice strained, his ears burning red from the words.

Jisung's fingers explored further, teasing the sensitive peaks of Jeno’s chest, rolling and pinching in ways that made the older man gasp and squirm. Low, breathy moans rumbled from Jeno’s throat as his hips shifted against the bed, the growing tightness in his jeans becoming harder to ignore.

"Your chest is perfect, too," Jisung breathed, his lips hovering dangerously close. “So firm...” His fingers trailed slowly across the flushed skin, deliberate in their exploration. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to touch you here... To taste you...”  he murmured, leaning in slightly as if to make his words a reality.

“Ugh, don't—” came the whisper, cracking with a mixture of desperation and embarrassment. “Stop saying this s—shit… I can’t…” He trailed off, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Without thinking, Jeno’s hand shot out, gripping Jisung’s wrist. The action startled both of them, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled the younger’s hand downward, guiding it toward his own clothed crotch.

The sudden contact made them both freeze, their eyes locking instantly. 

Jisung's hand, large and warm, traced the outline of Jeno's clothed member, his palm pressing just enough to feel the heat radiating through the denim. His fingers followed the curve, mapping out every inch of the thick length beneath.

A soft gasp escaped him, his cheeks burning as the realization settled in. "You’re... you’re really big," he murmured, his voice barely audible, his words filled with a mix of awe and nervousness. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from Jeno, not when the older man’s face burned just as red.

Jeno let out a shaky exhale, his stomach tightening under the weight of Jisung’s touch. The pressure was almost unbearable, his cock straining harder against the fabric with every deliberate stroke. It was maddening—teasing, too much and not enough at the same time.

His hands moved to grab both of Jisung's wrists, gently guiding them even lower.

Jisung hesitated for only a second before slipping his hand beneath the denim. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of Jeno’s boxers, earning a sharp gasp as Jeno’s hips twitched at the contact. His fingers pressed along the length, the movements growing more confident as he explored.

“Jisung…” Jeno’s voice was low and strained, his body trembling as the younger man’s fingers worked him.

The younger's eyes darted back and forth—between Jeno’s flushed face and the way his hand worked against the strained boxers—as though trying to process everything all at once.

The heat between them was almost suffocating, their faces so close that their breaths mingled, warm and shallow against each other’s lips.

Without breaking their gaze, Jisung’s hand reached to push the fabric down just enough to free Jeno's cock. The moment it sprang out, Jisung let out a low, appreciative hum, his eyes widening at the sight. “Hyung...” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, as he gripped the shaft tightly.

He began to stroke slowly, his movements deliberate, his hand exploring the weight and thickness of Jeno in his grasp.

“Fuck,” Jeno hissed, his head falling back against the pillow, his hips rising instinctively to meet the touch.

His cock throbbed under the other's touch, growing impossibly harder, impossibly more sensitive. He could feel the pre-cum beading at the tip, slicking the younger man's palm as he stroked him faster. 

“Hyung,” Jisung murmured again, his voice almost reverent. “Your cock is huge… it’s barely fitting in my hand.” He glanced up, meeting Jeno’s gaze, and felt his own arousal spike at the sight of the older man’s expression. The embarrassment painted across Jeno’s face only seemed to excite him more.

He looked back down, marveling at the way his large hand struggled to wrap fully around the girth. Every ridge, every vein stood out against his palm as he stroked, his movements exploratory, like he was memorizing every inch.

Jeno’s breaths grew ragged. His voice was thick and strained when he managed to choke out, “J—Jisung... You don’t have to say things like that...”

“But it’s true,” Jisung said without hesitation, his tone filled with a mix of wonder and pride. “Look.” He slid his other hand down, wrapping it around the base to fully encase Jeno’s cock. The added touch made Jeno’s hips jerk violently, a loud gasp ripping from his throat.

“It’s so big, I need both hands,” Jisung continued, his eyes wide with fascination. “And my hands are huge.”

Jeno groaned, the words driving a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching helplessly in Jisung’s grasp. The younger man’s hands began to move in sync, faster now, his strokes firmer and more confident.

The pace quickened, the tightness of Jisung’s grip making Jeno moan loudly, his voice raw and unrestrained. His hips bucked upward, desperate for more.

The room filled with the wet sound of skin on skin, the rhythmic slapping growing louder with every movement. Jisung’s hands moved faster, working him relentlessly, and Jeno’s moans grew deeper, more desperate, as he felt himself unraveling under the younger man’s touch.

"Fuck! J—Jisung..." Jeno continued moaning, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he tried to steady himself. 

Jisung’s eyes stayed fixed on Jeno’s face, searching for any hint of discomfort, but all he saw was pleasure. Pure, raw pleasure. The older man’s eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth parted as soft, breathy moans spilled out.

The sight of him like this—vulnerable, undone—sent a sharp pang of need through Jisung, making his own cock throb painfully.

He couldn’t resist any longer.

One hand slid down to free himself, wrapping firmly around his own length. His strokes started slow, matching the rhythm he’d set on Jeno, his breath hitching as his body lit up with sensation.

Jeno’s eyes flickered open at the movement, his gaze falling to where Jisung’s hand worked himself. His brows furrowed briefly in confusion, but realization quickly dawned. “Jisung, what are you—?” His question dissolved into a gasp as Jisung shifted, the hot, slick tip of his cock brushing against Jeno’s.

“Hyung,” Jisung whispered, his voice thick with nervousness and need. “I… I can’t hold back anymore. I need to…” He trailed off, adjusting his position as he straddled Jeno’s thighs.

With one hand, he guided himself, his cock nudging against Jeno’s, the slick tips sliding together. The older man tensed beneath him, his body stiffening at the new feeling. For a moment, he seemed frozen, his mind racing to catch up with what was happening.

But then Jisung began to move.

His hips rolled forward slowly at first, testing the friction as their cocks slid together, the wet glide of skin-on-skin sending shivers through both of them. Jeno’s moan came low and guttural, his hips moved in time with Jisung’s, instinctively chasing the sensation.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through Jeno’s already overwhelmed senses. Despite his girth, Jisung’s cock was longer, the extra length gliding against him with every thrust. He could feel every inch of Jisung pressed against him, the younger man’s length dragging over his own with maddening precision.

Jisung’s breath came in quick, uneven gasps, his head tilted back as he lost himself in the feeling. “Hyung… you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and breathy. His hands wrapped around both of them now, stroking their cocks together.

“Fuck, Ji...” Jeno groaned. His head fell back against the pillow.

Jisung’s movements grew faster, more erratic. He could feel the familiar tightness building in his stomach, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. 

“Hyung… I’m close,” he gasped, his voice breaking. His forehead dropped against Jeno’s shoulder, his movements growing frantic. “S—so close… I’m gonna—”

Jisung’s cock twitched violently, and with a strangled moan, he came hard, his release spilling hot and sticky between their bodies. His breath hitched as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his hips stuttering as his come dripped down onto Jeno’s stomach, pooling in between his abs.

He stayed like that for a moment, trembling and breathless, his heart pounding in his chest. His gaze drifted down, the sight of his release coating Jeno’s skin filling him with a strange sense of satisfaction, but also nervousness. 

"Hyung... I'm so sorry," Jisung stammered, his eyes wide as he stared at the mess he'd made. His face flushed and his heart pounded against his ribs.

Jeno was still hard. His cock, slick with Jisung’s release, glistened in the soft light of the room. The sticky warmth dripping down his stomach only seemed to heighten his arousal, the sight making his body ache for more.

“Really? You couldn’t even let me come first?” Jeno teased, his voice low and breathless, tinged with amusement despite the heat in his gaze. He looked up at Jisung, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

Before Jisung could respond, Jeno’s fingers trailed down, brushing through the wetness pooled on his stomach. He smeared the younger man’s release across his own skin, slow and deliberate.

“Hyung…” Jisung’s voice caught as he watched the action, his own cock twitching in response. “I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled again. “I couldn’t… I just couldn’t hold back any longer.”

His apology faltered when Jeno’s hand moved lower, wrapping around his own length. Jisung froze, his eyes wide as he watched the older man start to stroke himself.

“Hyung, do you want me to—?”

“I need it...” Jeno murmured, his voice quiet but heavy with need. His hand moved slowly, his fingers tightening as he worked himself. He hesitated, then looked up at Jisung with a mixture of hesitation and excitement. “Wait, have you ever…?”

Jisung’s heart skipped at the question, his breath catching in his throat. “You mean… you want me to…?” His face burned as the suggestion sank in, the blush creeping down his neck.

Jeno nodded quickly, his gaze darting away, embarrassed. “I-If you want to,” he added, the words rushed, like he might take them back at any moment.

But Jisung was already intrigued, his curiosity overtaking his nerves. After a beat of hesitation, he leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste Jeno’s skin.

The tang of his own release mixed with the salt of Jeno’s sweat, the combination strange but intoxicating. Jisung groaned softly at the taste, his cock twitching as he licked a slow path lower, following the trail of wetness on Jeno’s stomach.

His hands, still slick with come, gripped Jeno’s hips to steady him as he trailed kisses downward. His tongue swirled around the older man’s navel, the movement drawing a sharp gasp from Jeno, whose body tensed beneath him. The muscles in Jeno’s abdomen flexed under the gentle touch as soft moans escaped his lips.

Jisung's fingers gripped Jeno’s hips tighter as he moved lower, his lips just inches away from the throbbing cock in front of him. He hesitated briefly, his voice trembling with anticipation as he asked, “Can I… taste you here?”

Jeno’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. “I’m already close,” he admitted, his voice rough. “Y-you just need to— AH!” His words broke off into a sharp gasp as Jisung’s tongue slid over the head of his cock, wet and teasing.

The sensation hit Jeno like a lightning bolt. His hips jerked involuntarily, the contact almost too much as pleasure flooded his body. 

Jisung’s tongue moved again, swirling around the sensitive tip before sliding lower, his mouth warm and slick. The younger man’s grip tightened as his lips wrapped around Jeno, taking him in slowly.

Jeno gasped, his head falling back against the pillow once again as his body trembled. The heat of Jisung’s mouth was overwhelming.

It didn’t take long. Jeno had been on the edge for what felt like an eternity, his cock throbbing with every touch, every stroke.

“Fuck!” he gasped, his body tensing as the first spurt of his release hit Jisung’s tongue. His hips jerked uncontrollably, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him breathless. Hot, thick ropes of come spilled out, coating Jisung’s tongue and dripping messily from his lips.

Jisung didn’t stop, his tongue swirling over the head of Jeno’s cock, drawing out every last shudder. The sight of the older man unraveling beneath him only made his heart race faster.

When Jeno finally stilled, his chest heaving, Jisung pulled back, his lips glistening. He looked down, mesmerized by the way Jeno’s release mixed with his own on the older's abdomen. 

The sight of the younger man’s face coated in his own release was overwhelmingly erotic to Jeno. And before he could think, his hand reached up to cup Jisung’s cheeks as he guided him closer, pulling him into a deep, urgent kiss.

Jisung’s eyes widened briefly in surprise, but he didn’t resist. His lips parted instinctively to meet Jeno’s, soft and pliant under the older man’s touch. Jeno’s hands were warm and steady, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of his own come, smearing it into Jisung’s flushed skin.

A soft moan escaped the younger man’s lips as Jeno’s tongue slipped between them, tangling with his own in a heated rhythm. Their mouths moved together, messy and unrestrained, tasting each other as their breathing grew heavier.

Their bodies pressed closer, Jisung’s chest flush against Jeno’s, their stomachs sticky with sweat and come. Jisung could feel the strong thud of Jeno’s heart pounding against his ribs, matching the frantic rhythm of his own pulse.

He shifted his hips, and their cocks brushed together, sending a shiver through both of them.

His hand moved between them, wrapping around both of their lengths again, his fingers squeezing just enough to elicit a deep groan from Jeno. But just as their lips parted, Jeno gasping for air, he paused. His dark eyes locked onto Jisung’s.

“Wait,” he murmured, his voice low. His hands moved to the hem of Jisung’s shirt, tugging it upward with urgency. "Take it all off..."

Jisung nodded quickly, his own hands fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. For a brief moment, they broke apart, their movements frantic. Clothes were tossed to the floor, the room filled with the sound of ragged breathing and rustling fabric.

Jisung’s heart pounded in his chest as his gaze swept over Jeno’s now-bare body. His eyes traced the hard lines of the older man’s body, lingering on the sharp definition of his abs, his broad shoulders, and the firm curve of his ass. 

The younger man’s breath hitched as their gazes met. Jeno looked disheveled yet beautiful—his dark hair messy, his swollen lips glistening from their kiss. 

Fucking hell... No wonder they all want him...

“Ugh, stop staring,” Jeno grumbled, his voice hoarse and breathless, his face still flushed a deep shade of red.

“S-sorry,” Jisung muttered, though his eyes refused to look away.

Jeno groaned, exasperated but amused, before he reached out suddenly, his hand tangling in Jisung’s hair. He tugged firmly, pulling the younger man forward into another kiss. This one was even more demanding, almost desperate, their lips crashing together in a clash of teeth and tongues.

Jeno guided the other one backward until he was lying flat on the bed. Jisung’s legs spread instinctively, making room for the older man to settle between them.

Their kiss broke, both of them gasping for air. Jeno’s forehead pressed against Jisung’s for a fleeting moment, his warm breath ghosting over the younger man’s skin. 

"Now… you can prep me."

Jisung froze, his eyes widening as Jeno’s words sank in. His hands instinctively slid to Jeno’s hips, his thumbs tracing slow, nervous circles along the curve of his back. He could feel the tension in Jeno’s body—the tightness in his shoulders, the subtle clenching of his muscles as he waited for Jisung to make the next move.

“D-do we have… lube?”

Jeno rolled his eyes at the question, though his lips curled into the faintest grin. “Of course we do.” He reached over, opening a drawer at the bedside table and pulling out a bottle, which he handed to Jisung. Their eyes met, and Jeno raised a brow. “It’s Jaemin’s place, after all.”

Jisung let out a nervous chuckle, taking the bottle with slightly trembling hands. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and rubbed his hands together, spreading the slick liquid evenly.

Jeno watched him intently, his dark eyes following every movement. The sight of the younger man’s long fingers covered in lube sent a wave of anticipation through him, his body shivering slightly at the thought of what was about to happen.

When Jisung’s thumb finally circled the entrance to his hole, Jeno’s entire body tensed. The touch was light, almost hesitant, as if the younger man was testing the waters. His hips shifted instinctively, pressing back into the contact, silently encouraging him to continue.

A low groan escaped Jeno’s lips as the slick digit teased him, the sound vibrating deep in his throat. Jisung gasped at the sound, his heart thudding harder as he pressed a little more firmly, his thumb gently pushing against the ring of muscle.

The heat surrounding his finger was intense, tight, and almost overwhelming. Jisung paused, his gaze flicking up to meet Jeno’s, whose back arched slightly as he struggled to relax.

“Are you okay, hyung?” Jisung asked softly.

Jeno nodded, his dark eyes locking onto Jisung’s. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Just… go slow.”

Taking the reassurance, Jisung pressed forward, his thumb sliding deeper, the lube making the movement smooth and controlled. He paused again, giving Jeno a moment to adjust, watching the way his body shifted and slowly relaxed under his touch.

“Good?” Jisung asked, his tone gentle but steady.

Jeno exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly as the tension began to melt away. “Yeah,” he said again, this time more firmly.

Encouraged, Jisung withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his index finger, pressing carefully into the heat. The slickness eased the way as he slid in slowly, stopping once his finger was fully inside. Jeno’s eyes fluttered closed, his brows furrowing as he focused on the sensation. The burn of being stretched was faint but present, quickly giving way to a growing sense of fullness. 

Jisung watched him closely, his own breath shallow as he tried to read every twitch and shift in Jeno’s body. His free hand rested lightly on Jeno’s hip, grounding them both as he began to move his finger, slow and deliberate. After a moment, he added another one.

“Hyung... You’re so beautiful like this.” Jisung’s fingers curled carefully, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive walls inside. The reaction was immediate—a soft, stifled moan slipping from Jeno’s lips as his body spasmed. 

Building his rhythm, Jisung began to move his fingers in and out, each thrust coaxing another sound from Jeno. 

The older man’s body trembled under him, his cock twitching involuntarily, slick with pre-cum. Every reaction sent a thrill through Jisung, whose own arousal was building fast. His cock throbbed with need, ready to burst again, but he forced himself to focus, watching the way Jeno’s body responded to his touch.

He added a third finger, his movements growing more confident as he stretched Jeno carefully, brushing teasingly against his prostate.

“Fuck! Jisung…” Jeno groaned, his hips squirming against the younger man’s hand. “I… Fuck, ah... Just put it in already.”

“But—”

“No fucking buts!” Jeno shouted, his frustration evident as his body clenched around Jisung’s fingers. “You wanted this, so do it. It’s not like you’re gonna break me.” He paused, then muttered under his breath, “You’re not that big.”

Jisung's brows furrowed in confusion, his fingers pausing inside Jeno. “Hyung… I—I’m the biggest out of all of us—” he stammered, his voice soft, uncertain.

Jeno interrupted him with a breathy laugh, his head rolling back. “Jisung, I’ve taken— ugh... Jaemin and Mark. At the same time. Trust me—ah!” he rasped, his hips shifting, urging the younger man forward. “I can handle it. Just… fucking do something.”

Jisung swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in his chest as he slowly withdrew his fingers. He positioned himself between Jeno’s legs, his gaze locked on the older man. The sight before him was enough to make his cock ache—Jeno spread open, his flushed skin glistening with sweat, his chest heaving as he waited. The musky scent of lube and arousal hung heavy in the air, clouding Jisung’s mind as he gripped himself, guiding the head of his cock to Jeno’s entrance.

Jeno’s breath hitched sharply as the tip of the younger's cock pressed against his entrance.

Jisung’s hands gripped his hips firmly, steadying them both as he began to push forward. The initial stretch was tight, Jeno’s body resisting slightly before giving way. Slowly, Jisung eased the another inch inside, leaving both of them trembling.

Finally, with a low grunt of effort, Jisung sank all the way in, his hips pressing flush against Jeno’s ass. Both men stilled, Jeno’s chest rising and falling as he worked to catch his breath, his body clenching and relaxing around the fullness.

And then.

“What the fuck?!”

Jeno let out a sharp gasp, as his gaze dropped to his stomach.

Jisung followed his line of sight and froze. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the bulge of his cock pressing out against Jeno's stomach.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jisung asked, his voice shaky with concern. “I-I can pull out if it’s too much.” He started to shift back, but Jeno’s hands shot out, gripping his thighs tightly.

“No—don’t!” Jeno panted, his voice shaky but firm. His face was flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring his cheeks. “Just… fuck… give me a second.” He stared down at the bulge, his stomach rising and falling with each uneven breath. “Holy shit… I’ve never—” He broke off, biting his lip.

Jisung stayed still, his cock throbbing with every twitch of Jeno’s insides. “Hyung… you’re so tight.” His hands flexed on Jeno’s stomach, his fingers brushing over the bulge. 

"Fuck, it's so hot," Jeno admitted, his voice raspy. He looked up at Jisung, his eyes meeting the younger man's gaze. "You're fucking big. I... I can feel every... inch of you."

Jisung's breath hitched at Jeno's words, his cock twitching at the praise.

"Hyung... are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." He could feel the tight heat of Jeno's body enveloping him, the intense pressure sending shivers of pleasure through him. He couldn't help but shift his hips slightly, testing the fit.

Jeno's body tensed at the movement, his hips pressing down instinctively to meet Jisung's thrust. "Ah! Fuck... Ah... Move..." he moaned, bracing himself for Jisung's next thrust. "P-please..."

The plea sent a jolt through Jisung, his chest tightening. He didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, he pulled back before thrusting forward again, his cock sliding deeper into Jeno’s heat.

Jeno gasped, his back arching as the sensation overwhelmed him. “Fuck…” he hissed, his fingers digging into Jisung’s wrists.

The sight of Jeno trembling beneath him, the way his body clenched and adjusted to each movement, was enough to make Jisung lose himself. “Hyung, you feel so good,” he moved closer to Jeno's face and whispered. He glanced down, watching the bulge of his cock pressing against Jeno’s stomach. “And you’re so pretty like this… with my cock bulging out of your belly.”

Jeno’s eyes fluttered shut, his face burning at the indecency of Jisung’s words. He turned his head to the side, biting his lip as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “I can’t… I can’t look,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “It’s too much, ah— too fucking much.”

But Jisung couldn’t tear his eyes away. The sight of his cock stretching Jeno open, the visible outline in his stomach, made his hips snap forward harder, chasing the intoxicating pressure. His pace quickened, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

Jeno cried out, his eyes rolled back, his body rocking with each thrust, his legs trembling. “Jisung—fuck, so hard—ah!” His words dissolved into gasps and moans, his own cock leaking against his stomach as he surrendered completely.

He felt as though he was being tossed around like a rag doll, Jisung's massive hands gripping his small waist, controlling his movements as if he weighed nothing at all. He could do nothing but let the younger man guide him, his body moving in sync with Jisung's thrusts as the other's cock pounded into him mercilessly.

The sensation of being so completely dominated was overwhelming, and Jeno found himself lost in a haze of pleasure and submission. He couldn't think, couldn't form coherent thoughts, could only feel the intense heat building inside him, the pressure in his cock growing with each of Jisung's thrusts.

Jisung’s grip on Jeno’s waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving faint red marks.

His thumbs slid up, meeting at the center of Jeno’s stomach, where the bulge of his cock pressed outward. The sight of himself buried so deeply inside Jeno made Jisung’s head spin, his thrusts momentarily faltering as raw desire overtook him. The way Jeno’s body trembled beneath him only spurred him on, his own hips moving with an almost primal urgency.

Jeno’s hands shot down, gripping Jisung’s wrists as if to ground himself. The room seemed to blur around him and he couldn't focus on anything else other than the pleasure. His stomach ached, hypersensitive to every movement, the bulge shifting with each of Jisung’s thrusts.

“H-Hyung,” Jisung panted, his voice strained and shaking with the effort of holding himself back. “Can I…?”

Jeno’s eyes fluttered open, his mind struggling to process the question. He barely had time to comprehend what Jisung was asking before he felt it—a sudden, overwhelming fullness as Jisung’s cock swelled inside him, stretching him impossibly wide.

The younger man’s hands gripped his hips even tighter, his hold unyielding as his body surrendered to its climax. Jisung’s head fell back, his breath catching in his throat as he came, the release hitting him like a wave.

"Jeno..." He gasped.

His hips slammed forward, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled inside the older man. The heat of his release filled Jeno, who bit down hard on his lip, a choked moan escaping as his body arched instinctively. His muscles clenched tightly around Jisung, milking every last drop as if his body refused to let go.

Jisung stilled, trembling, his breaths ragged and uneven. Slowly, he pulled back, his cock sliding free with a wet pop, still impossibly hard.

The sudden emptiness left Jeno feeling disoriented, his body twitching as he tried to adjust to the loss of the younger man's heat and girth.

The younger's grip on Jeno’s hips slackened slightly, his gaze stayed locked on the man beneath him, his voice soft and filled with concern. “Hyung, are you—”

But his words were abruptly cut off by a sharp cry from Jeno.

Jeno’s body jerked violently, his back arching off the bed as a sudden wave of pleasure overtook him. The raw scream that tore from his throat was something Jisung has never heard before. Without a single touch to his cock, Jeno came hard, thick ropes of cum spurting across his stomach. His abs clenched and unclenched uncontrollably, his entire body trembling as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over him.

Jisung froze, stunned, as he watched Jeno come undone beneath him. The sight was mesmerizing—Jeno writhing, gasping, utterly lost in his orgasm. His body convulsed with every pulse of pleasure, and Jisung couldn’t look away.

He’d never seen anything like it, so raw and so beautiful.

The younger man’s cock throbbed painfully, still achingly hard and slick, twitching with its own need. His breath hitched as he unconsciously shifted forward, the head of his cock brushing against the crease of Jeno’s ass again, searching instinctively for warmth.

“Hyung…” Jisung murmured, his voice shy, his hands finding their way back to Jeno’s hips. His thumbs swept gently over the sticky mess decorating the older man’s skin. “I’m still hard.”

Jeno blinked up at him, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his release. “You’re… fucking unbelievable,” he rasped, his voice shaky.

Jisung's gaze lingered on the blush spreading across Jeno’s cheeks, the way his eyes darted downward, clearly embarrassed but unable to hide his body’s response. The sight of Jeno beneath him—open, flushed, and trembling—was almost enough to push him over the edge once again.

Slowly, Jeno spread his legs wider, a silent invitation that made Jisung’s stomach flip with anticipation.

“Do whatever you want."

"Mm..." A soft groan escaped as Jisung's eyes fluttered open. He blinked lazily, his gaze drifting to the empty spot beside him. The sheets were still warm, a faint trace of Jeno’s scent lingering there, but the man himself was nowhere to be found. Disappointment rippled through him as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

His gaze wandered across the room, taking in the scattered evidence of last night—clothes flung carelessly across the floor, some draped over the furniture. The sight brought a flush of heat to his cheeks, a vivid reminder of yesterday’s actions.

From the kitchen he heard the soft clatter of utensils which sparked his curiosity. Jeno wasn’t one to bother with breakfast. What could he possibly be doing?

Jisung swung his legs off the bed, his bare feet soundless against the cool wooden floor as he crossed the room.

He hesitated at the door, his hand resting on the handle for a moment before he pushed it open.

What greeted him on the other side was not what he expected. At all. 

Jeno was in the kitchen, but he wasn’t alone. Behind him stood Jaemin, shirtless, his hands planted firmly on Jeno’s bare hips. Jeno, seemingly oblivious to his presence, was leaning over the counter, fiddling with the coffee maker, his bare ass exposed to the room.

Jisung’s heart pounded, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through him once again. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Jaemin’s hands slid lower, teasing the curve of Jeno’s ass. A soft, breathy sound escaped Jeno’s lips, making Jisung’s pulse spike.

“Morning, Jisung.”

The casual greeting broke the spell, and Jisung’s gaze snapped to Jaemin’s face. A smug grin spread across the older man’s lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Jeno stiffened at the words, his cheeks flushing crimson as he finally turned his head to see Jisung standing frozen in the doorway. His mortified expression quickly turned to irritation as he shrugged Jaemin’s hands off with a huff.

“Stop it, you pervert,” Jeno snapped, his tone sharp as he swatted Jaemin’s hands away.

Jaemin just smirked, unfazed, while Jeno’s attention shifted to Jisung. His gaze swept over the younger man, lingering briefly on his bare chest. “You too?” Jeno muttered, exasperated. “Really?”

Jisung’s eyes widened in surprise, only now realizing he was still half-naked. His arms flew up to cross over his chest, his cheeks blazing red. He watched as Jeno turned abruptly, walking away, his gaze locked onto the sway of Jeno's firm ass as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Jaemin chuckled softly, his voice cutting through the thick silence that followed. “So, Jisung,” he began, his tone casual but laced with amusement, “how was it?”

Jisung’s head whipped around to face him, his blush deepening. “W-what?”

The smirk on Jaemin’s lips widened as he leaned lazily against the counter. “Jeno. He mentioned something about Renjun being right? Not sure what that means."

Jisung’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His brain scrambled to respond, but before he could form a coherent thought, a loud yell came from the bathroom.

“Jaem! Shut the fuck up!”

The outburst startled Jisung, but Jaemin only rolled his eyes, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Anyway,” Jaemin continued smoothly, his voice dropping lower as he leaned closer to Jisung, “You and Jeno seem to have hit it off last night. Maybe you’d like to… do it again. With me. Together.”

Jisung’s breath caught, his eyes widening at the suggestion. “Sorry?” 

Jaemin tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. “Oh, come on. Jeno’s always up for a good time. After last night, I’m sure he wants to have you again.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, teasing. “But if you’re not into it, I could always just fuck him alone and let you watch.”

Jisung's cock stiffened at Jaemin's words, an involuntary response to the mental image conjured by the other's suggestive words. He could almost see it. Jaemin's big cock sliding into Jeno, the older man taking him just as he had taken Jisung the night before.

His cock twitched, his body betraying him despite his mortified state.

Jaemin caught the subtle reaction, his smirk widening in satisfaction. “See? It will be fun.”

“I-I don’t know,” Jisung responded, his voice shaky. “I’ve never—”

Before he could finish, Jaemin reached out and grabbed his hand, his grip firm but not rough. Jisung’s head snapped up, his wide eyes meeting Jaemin’s. The playful smirk had been replaced by something far more intense, his gaze dark and deliberate. His voice dripping with suggestion as he began to lead Jisung toward the bedroom.

“Why don’t you stay for breakfast?”