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“You’re so full of shit.”
“I am not!”
“Care to make it interesting?”
Hyunjae looks across the table at Wooyoung with a smirk. The argument started the moment San and Juyeon got up from their seats to get them all another round of drinks. Wooyoung had gotten that telltale twinkle in his eye and ran his eyes up and down Juyeon’s retreating form, tongue playing with the straw in his empty glass. He’d glanced over at Hyunjae and from the minute he opened his mouth, Hyunjae knew where this was leading. The four of them have been friends for so long that Hyunjae can read the other couple like a book.
Mmm, Juyeon certainly is tasty, Jae. But I know there’s no way he can fuck the way Sannie does.
Hyunjae had sputtered and immediately jumped to Juyeon’s defense. Wooyoung started in on his usual peal of laughter and goaded him on, regaling him with stories of San’s stamina and the acrobatics they engage in when they’re in bed. Hyunjae didn’t believe a word of it, knowing Wooyoung tends to exaggerate and hates to lose an argument. That gave him an idea that had sent electric sparks traveling down his spine and he took over the conversation, leading them here. Wooyoung is staring at him with one eyebrow raised as he contemplates Hyunjae’s question.
“Interesting how?”
“Let’s test your theory. Let’s see if San really can outfuck my Juyeonnie. Loser pays for the next five nights out and has bragging rights for the rest of time.”
“And pray tell Jae, how would we judge this wager?”
“We bring the boys home and see what they can do.”
“An orgy?!”
Wooyoung’s jaw drops and Hyunjae can’t help but laugh. He knows his friend’s possessiveness over San would never allow for such a thing. He reaches forward and flicks him on the forehead, smiling at the resulting yelp.
“No you numbskull. Don’t worry, your claim over Sannie’s body is safe. I’m just proposing…a little show. Let’s bring them home and see what they can do.”
A slow smile spreads across Wooyoung’s lips and Hyunjae can see the moment the idea truly nestles itself into his brain. The look in his eyes turns dark and dangerous and Hyunjae knows he’s hooked. He looks up and sees their boyfriends heading back towards the table and puts one finger to his lips before looking up and greeting them with an innocent smile.
“Hey guys! What took so long?”
“Mmmm, what happened while we were gone? What did you two do?”
San looks at both of them with a skeptical raise of his eyebrow, darting back and forth between their matching angelic smiles that Hyunjae knew wouldn’t really fool him. Juyeon simply sits down and smiles at him, reaching under the table to lace their fingers and squeeze. Hyunjae turns to him and presses a soft kiss to his lips before looking back at San and Wooyoung.
“Whatever do you mean, San-ah? What could we have possibly gotten up to in such a short amount of time?”
Wooyoung giggles at that and San rolls his eyes so far back that Hyunjae is surprised they don’t fall right out of his skull. Juyeon has an endearingly confused look on his face and Hyunjae feels a rush of affection for him, reaching over to run his fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. The four of them continue the night out as normal, polishing off two more rounds of drinks before they decide to call it quits. They pay the bill and are all standing up to put their coats on when Hyunjae meets Wooyoung’s gaze with a wink before deciding to speak up.
“What would you guys think about coming back to our place for a while? I’m not quite ready for the night to end yet.”
San looks at Wooyoung and a quick, but silent exchange passes between them before San turns to Hyunjae with a soft smile and a nod.
“Sure, it’s still early. We haven’t been over since you guys redecorated, it’d be nice to relax together.”
“Perfect. See you guys there.”
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Wooyoung looks over at San with a smirk as they drive over to Hyunjae and Juyeon’s apartment. There’s nothing he loves quite as much as surprising the love of his life. He certainly makes sure their relationship is never boring. He thinks over his conversation with Hyunjae and tries to come up with a way to ease San into the situation when the time is right. He knows that San won’t protest, but he wants him to be an enthusiastic participant.
Wooyoung reaches over and runs a hand along San’s thigh, dipping a little higher and further inside than perhaps he should while San is driving. He can hear San’s breath hitch in his chest and unbuckles his seatbelt, leaning over to press a kiss against his neck. San reaches down and grabs his hand at that, squeezing and moving it to his knee.
“Alright, Wooyoung, put your seatbelt back on. Cut it out.”
“But Sannie!”
“Uh-uh. We’re driving and we’re headed to our friends’ home. No funny business.”
“Of course. No funny business.”
Wooyoung can barely hold back the chuckle bubbling up inside his chest. San has no idea what he’s walking into and it thrills Wooyoung like nothing else. He squeezes his boyfriend’s knee and settles back into his seat, buckling his belt and watching the city streets pass by out the window. It isn’t long before they’re parking in front of Hyunjae and Juyeon’s building and Wooyoung feels his stomach flip. They’re really going to do this.
They step out of the car and head into the building, Wooyoung’s body buzzing with excitement as the elevator climbs the stories until they reach the tenth floor. He laces his hand with San’s as they make their way down the hall and smacks a kiss against his cheek before reaching up to knock on Juyeon and Hyunjae’s door. It swings open to reveal a grinning Hyunjae and Wooyoung can see the sparkle in his friend’s eye as he leads them inside. Juyeon is sitting on the couch waiting for them, four cocktail glasses on the coffee table in front of him.
“Hey guys, come on in! Juyeonnie made us some drinks. What do you think of the place?”
Wooyoung surveys the living room in front of them and wanders through the dining room and kitchen, marveling at the changes in their apartment. It looks like an entirely different place from the one they initially bought. Walls have been torn down and added, an alcove added in the dining room, all the lighting fixtures brand new and sparkling. A small flame of envy blooms in Wooyoung’s gut, thinking about how he and San are still renting their home.
“Wow, I can’t believe you guys did all of this yourself.”
“What can I say? Juyeon is good with his hands.”
Wooyoung’s head whips to the side at that, catching the smirk on Hyunjae’s face. He feels a blush rise on his cheeks and clears his throat, making his way over to the couch and grabbing a drink as he plops down. The four of them fall into the ease of conversation again, time going by faster than Wooyoung realizes. He’s lost track of how many times their drinks have been refilled, only stopping to think about it when he notices that the room is a bit blurry. Hyunjae excuses himself for the bathroom and Wooyoung wonders if the plan is off, maybe it was just a joke that he took a little too far.
Time passes as he and San fall into hysterics at a story Juyeon is acting out for them, his eyes bright and skin flushed. The room starts to spin even more and Wooyoung asks for a glass of water, setting his cocktail on the table in front of him. Juyeon heads to the kitchen and San reaches over to run a hand over his thigh.
“You okay, Wooyoungie?”
“Yeah, just a little dizzy. I always lose track of time when we’re with Jae and Ju. I don’t think I kept count of my drinks.”
San coos and gives him a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his lips before tugging him into his side to snuggle. Juyeon comes back in and smiles at the sight, handing Wooyoung a cold glass of water filled with ice. A bit of a confused look crosses his face and he looks around the room for a minute.
“Everything okay, Juyeon-ah?”
“Yeah, I just realized that Hyunjae has been gone for a while. I’m going to go check on him, you may not be the only one who drank a little too much.”
Juyeon flashes them a smile before heading down the hall. Wooyoung and San exchange a worried look, hoping that their friend is okay. They settle down further onto the couch, curling into each other and closing their eyes. Nothing feels better to Wooyoung than melting into San when he’s had a bit too much to drink, disappearing into his warmth as the world goes hazy around him.
”Fuck.”
Wooyoung’s eyes fly open and he sits up, looking at San.
“Sannie, did you just hear that?”
Before San can answer, a soft whine floats down the hallway and his eyes widen.
“Are they…?”
A much louder groan hits their ears then and Wooyoung chuckles at the way San’s face turns beet red. He grabs San’s hand and stands up, intending to tug him down the hall to investigate.
“Wooyoung. No.”
“Oh come on Sannie, aren’t you curious?”
“We’re all a little drunk and they probably forgot we’re out here. Let’s just go home and leave them to it.”
“But…”
Wooyoung sticks out his bottom lip and pouts up at San from under his eyelashes. He reaches up and runs a hand down the side of his neck, whining a little bit under his breath. He knows his boyfriend, knows what will make him bend to his will. San raises one eyebrow, a haughty look crossing his face before he lets out a sigh.
“Okay, but just a quick peek. Then we leave.”
“Of course, just one quick look.”
Wooyoung tugs San down the hallway until they reach Juyeon and Hyunjae’s bedroom door, smirking when he realizes it was purposely left open just enough to see inside. Hyunjae is spread out naked on the bed, legs open and Juyeon bent over between them, head bobbing up and down. There is a bottle of lube to Hyunjae’s right and Wooyoung imagines he had set this up so that Juyeon had walked in on him opening himself up. Who could resist that?
Hyunjae’s fingers are curled into Juyeon’s hair and little whimpers are slipping out of his lips. Juyeon’s hands are gripping Hyunjae’s thighs, seemingly holding them open. Wooyoung has always been fascinated by the size of Juyeon’s hands, wondered if they meet when they’re wrapped around Hyunjae’s waist. He feels his cock twitch in his pants and starts to squirm. For a moment he forgets that San is even with him, that is until he feels his body press into his from behind.
“They do paint an awfully pretty picture, Young-ah.”
The soft warmth of San’s breath against his neck as he whispers in his ear sends a shiver down Wooyoung’s spine. He presses his ass back into San and feels more than hears a chuckle pressed up against the back of his neck.
“You okay jagiya?”
“Sannie…”
Before he can finish the sentence, Hyunjae lifts his head and makes eye contact with them through the door. A slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes dark and pupils blown. He sits up and puts a hand on either side of Juyeon’s head, lifting him from his lap. Wooyoung can’t help but break eye contact, gaze dropping to Hyunjae’s cock, slick with spit and dripping between his legs. San’s hands tighten on his arms and he feels him start to step back. He stops him with a quick hand shot back to his hip to hold him in place.
“It looks like we have an audience, Juyeonnie.”
Juyeon stiffens at Hyunjae’s words, whirling around and seeing that they’re being watched. His face turns red and he immediately stands up, blocking their view of Hyunjae’s naked and flushed body.
“Wooyoung, San, I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t have gotten carried away, I–”
Just then San reaches around Wooyoung’s body and pushes the door wide open. Wooyoung’s jaw dropped, he’d been expecting San to get all flustered and pull him right out the front door. He turns around and sees San’s lips parted and eyes hesitant but filling with lust. When he glances back at Hyunjae, he’s standing behind Juyeon and whispering something in his ear. Juyeon’s eyes widen and he bites his lip, looking unsure but intrigued. He reaches down and tugs at the hem of his shirt until its over his head and tossed across the room, turning back to Hyunjae and locking him into a kiss without another word.
Wooyoung turns to San and gives him a small, hopeful smile. He leans up onto his tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips and when San responds with a growl and teeth set into his bottom lip, he knows they’ve got him.
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Everything is going exactly how Hyunjae planned. When he’d excused himself to use the bathroom he’d really spread himself out on the bed and began to stretch himself open on his fingers. It took all his self-control not to get carried away waiting for Juyeon to find him, avoiding his prostate with every twist of his fingers. When Juyeon had finally come into the room, he’d looked over Hyunjae’s flushed and shaking body with such heat that he couldn’t help the noise that had escaped his lips.
Juyeon had wasted no time pulling Hyunjae’s fingers from his body and taking his cock into his mouth. There’d been no mention of their guests waiting in the living room or being quick about it, Juyeon had simply dove in. Hyunjae hadn’t even had to make a point of being loud, Juyeon was always able to pull the filthiest noises from him with minimal effort. When he’d lifted his head and caught Wooyoung’s eye in the doorway, he’d almost exploded on the spot. Something about being watched made electricity jump across his skin and he’d had to pull Juyeon up before he ended the night too early.
He could tell from Juyeon’s posture upon seeing their friends that he was embarrassed, so he’d taken matters into his own hands, standing up behind his boyfriend to murmur to him quietly.
“Come on, Ju, don’t you want to show me off to our friends? Don’t you want to show them all the pretty noises that only you can get out of me?”
A small shiver had gone through Juyeon’s body then and Hyunjae knew that he was just about ready to give in. What pushed him over the edge had been something that Hyunjae wasn’t expecting at all. San had walked himself and Wooyoung straight into the room, a dark and dangerous look in his eyes. Maybe Wooyoung had underestimated his willingness to play around. Now, Hyunjae is spread out underneath Juyeon, reaching forward to unbuckle his belt, when he hears a whimper coming from the foot of the bed.
He looks up and sees Wooyoung’s legs wrapped around San’s waist, their tongues tangling with San’s hands kneading at his ass. Hyunjae smirks and nudges Juyeon, nodding to their friends before tugging him further up the bed. Juyeon catches on and pushes them up against the pillows, turning onto his side so they can both watch the show that Wooyoung and San are putting on.
Wooyoung breaks the kiss then and glances back at them, whispering something in San’s ear that seems to light a fire under him, walking them to the side of the bed and laying Wooyoung across the foot of it on his back. Both of their shirts are off in a flash and Hyunjae’s jaw drops at the way San’s body is sculpted, the way his muscles flex as he leans over Wooyoung’s pliant body.
“Oh no you don’t.”
Juyeon grabs his face then and drags him into a filthy kiss, pushing him onto his stomach sideways across the mattress and Hyunjae can hear him shuck his pants off. When he feels the bed dip behind him he hears a gasp and turns his head towards his friends. Wooyoung’s eyes are zeroed in on Juyeon as San works his pants off of him. Hyunjae can’t help but smirk, he knows the thoughts racing through Wooyoung’s head right now. Juyeon’s cock is a thing of beauty, long and thick and shaped to perfection.
I bet Wooyoung wishes he didn’t make this bet now.
His train of thought is interrupted by Juyeon’s teeth sinking into an asscheek and he yelps, skin breaking out in goosebumps and eyes falling shut. Juyeon is spreading him open and blowing soft puffs of air across his fluttering hole, teasing him until he’s ready to beg. If there’s a part of Hyunjae that’s self-conscious about begging in front of their friends, it has flown right out the window. He needs something. Anything.
“Please Ju, please baby. Touch me.”
A resulting groan makes him open his eyes and he sees San on his knees at the end of the bed, his cock in Wooyoung’s mouth, but his eyes on Hyunjae. It gives Hyunjae a little rush of pride to see that San is indeed less well-endowed than Juyeon, and he feels a tightening in his stomach at the way San is watching him. For good measure he arches his back more, pushing his ass further into the air for Juyeon. San’s eyes darken and his hand tangles into Wooyoung’s hair and tugs. Hyunjae opens his mouth to make a snarky comment, but Juyeon chooses then to dive in with fervor, pushing his tongue into Hyunjae and making the most obscene slurping sound.
Hyunjae lets go, leaning back into Juyeon’s face and letting out breathy moans as he fucks himself on his tongue. He can’t help but watch the other couple, seeing San pull Wooyoung off his cock by his hair and roll him over onto his stomach until he’s mirroring Hyunjae. He reaches for the bottle of lube that Hyunjae had discarded and starts to work Wooyoung open on his fingers. Hyunjae’s eyes meet Wooyoung’s then and his friend looks absolutely punch-drunk, tongue lolling out of his mouth and eyes glazed over. They exchange a small smile at the triumph of their plan.
A hand tangles into Hyunjae’s hair and drags him up onto his knees. He cries out at the sudden pain, the feeling of needles stabbing into his scalp. He drops his head back onto Juyeon’s shoulder and his boyfriend lands a sharp slap to his thigh.
“Do you like our friends seeing what a whiny mess you are for me?”
Hyunjae shakes at his words, eyes darting over to see San watching them as his fingers scissor and twist inside of Wooyoung. He smirks at Juyeon’s words and Hyunjae feels himself flush with embarrassment. He feels exposed and vulnerable and he can’t decide if he loves it or hates it. Juyeon pushes him forward harshly, forcing him onto his elbows and pulling his hips up to an almost impossible angle.
“Why don’t we show them just how much you fall apart?”
“Hear that Wooyoungie? Want to watch your partner in crime get fucked?”
Hyunjae watches as San moves Wooyoung so that he’s on his stomach facing Hyunjae and Juyeon. They could reach out and link hands if they wanted to. Something about the new proximity makes Hyunjae whine and roll his hips into the empty air. Juyeon chuckles behind him and lands two sharp cracks across his ass before pulling his cheeks apart and lining up his cock to press inside him.
“Ready, Jae? Keep those eyes open.”
Juyeon pushes into Hyunjae slowly, making him fight for every single inch. Wooyoung’s eyes are locked onto the spot where they’re connected, eyes wide watching Hyunjae take what seems like an impossible amount into his body. His hands are gripping the blankets so hard that his knuckles are white, his hips pushing into the air towards San.
“Look how well he takes Juyeonnie’s cock. I think it’s only fair if we show them what you can do, don’t you Young-ah?”
Wooyoung meets Hyunjae’s eyes then, unable to look away as San pushes into him and starts to match Juyeon’s speed. Hyunjae’s senses are entirely overwhelmed. He’s clenching down on Juyeon’s cock with each thrust, watching San roll into Wooyoung’s body with a flick of his hips that he’s not sure he’s ever seen before. He’s not sure anymore who is fucking who, where he starts and Wooyoung ends. He’s lost in sensations. Touch, sound, sight, every sense is lit up in alarm.
“Fuck, Jae, you’re so goddamned tight.”
Hyunjae’s eyes flutter, Juyeon picking up speed and spitting out endless profanities at him. He can feel his orgasm building in his gut and starts to move his own hips faster, meeting Juyeon thrust for thrust. Just as he thinks he can see the edge, Juyeon pulls out and his eyes snap open, a high-pitched whine slipping past his lips.
“Tsk, don’t be like that. Don’t I always give you exactly what you need?”
He’s lifted from the bed then and flipped over onto his back. Juyeon maneuvers him so that his face is directly under Wooyoung’s. San must have pulled him up onto his hands when Hyunjae wasn’t paying attention. A pillow is pushed under his hips and before he can blink, Juyeon is back inside him and picking up speed. His body is being rocked back and forth underneath Wooyoung and if he looks up he can see his cock bouncing from San’s movements. Wooyoung cries out and Hyunjae sees his legs leave the bed.
His jaw drops when he realizes that San has wrapped Wooyoung’s legs around his waist and lifted his entire lower half into the air. He can picture the way San’s muscles must be straining and he can’t help his mouth watering just a bit. Juyeon rolls his cock into his prostate then and he groans from deep in his chest.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, San-ah?”
Hyunjae stiffens at the tone in Juyeon’s voice. He has an idea. Wooyoung’s legs are dropped back down to the bed then and his torso disappears from above Hyunjae. He arches his back and looks up at the couple, seeing Wooyoung’s back pressed to San’s chest as he whispers something in his ear. Wooyoung looks down at Hyunjae and smirks as he nods at whatever San is saying. He’s gently put back down then, hovering over Hyunjae’s face but glancing up at Juyeon. He must see whatever he’s looking for in his face because he closes the gap between them.
Wooyoung’s lips meet his just as Juyeon slips a finger inside him alongside his cock and Hyunjae’s senses explode. He whimpers into Wooyoung’s mouth and their tongues tangle messily. There’s spit running down Hyunjae’s face and he can’t bring himself to care. He’s swallowing every sound Wooyoung makes, moving his face to keep up with the way his friend is bouncing. He didn’t see the night going in quite this direction, but he’s not going to complain.
Juyeon’s hips start to slow and Hyunjae can’t bear it, reaching down to wrap his hand around his own cock, desperate for the stimulation. His hand is immediately slapped away and he breaks from Wooyoung’s kiss to look up at Juyeon pleadingly. Wooyoung also releases a disappointed groan and he looks up to see San having pulled out of him entirely. The bed moves as San makes his way around to stand next to Juyeon, whispering something in his ear as they look at their teary, shaking boyfriends. Hyunjae turns then and looks up at Wooyoung.
“What are they doing?”
“I don’t know, Jae, what exactly did we get ourselves into?”
Juyeon chuckles and nods at San, pulling out of Hyunjae and pulling him up to his chest. He presses a kiss against his lips and hums.
“Mm, Wooyoungie must be wearing strawberry lip balm tonight.”
Hyunjae blushes and suddenly feels very shy, wondering if he should have checked with Juyeon before kissing Wooyoung.
“I-I’m sorry Juyeonnie, I got caught up in it. I—”
“They checked with me, Jae, don’t worry. But Sannie had a bit of a devilish idea and I have to admit…I’m intrigued.”
“Ju?”
“Do you have any hard limits tonight? As far as our friends are concerned?”
“Um, I hadn’t really thought about it, but no, I guess not.”
“We want to spoil you a little. Follow our lead, okay? We can stop anytime.”
Hyunjae nods, intrigued and a bit nervous. Juyeon lays him back down then, pushing him further down the bed toward their friends. Wooyoung isn’t above him and he’s confused about where the other couple had moved to. As Juyeon adds more lube and slides back inside him, Wooyoung is laid over the top of him once more, but this time their faces are placed directly in front of each others’ hips.
Hyunjae gasps as he watches the perfect view of San pushing his way inside Wooyoung’s body and hears a similar sound from Wooyoung above him. He feels heat rise to his cheeks, knowing that his friend has a similar view of him, but his mind is immediately wiped blank when he feels a warm, wet heat envelop his cock. Wooyoung has taken him all the way into his throat and his back bows off the bed. The combination of tongue swirling around the head of his cock and Juyeon’s thrusts hitting his prostate perfectly has him shaking and shrieking underneath Wooyoung’s body. It’s becoming increasingly clear that he has no gag reflex and Hyunjae can barely breathe.
He picks up his shoulders then and tentatively swirls his tongue around the head of Wooyoung’s cock as it bounces in front of him. He feels the way it twitches as he pulls it into his mouth and it lights a fire in his gut, making him take it to the back of his throat. Wooyoung is small enough that Hyunjae can fit his entire cock in his mouth and the sensation makes his eyes roll back into his head. He forgot how much he loves giving blowjobs when he’s not constantly choking.
Before long they’re all moving in tandem, the sounds in the room border on disgusting but Hyunjae finds himself drowning in it. He can’t stop rolling his hips, fucking himself back onto Juyeon’s cock before pushing himself forward into Wooyoung’s throat. It sneaks up on him before he’s ready and he taps Wooyoung’s thigh to warn him, but it just makes his friend push forward more and swallow around his head. The world goes entirely white, all sound cuts out, and Hyunjae explodes.
He comes hard enough that he can feel it dripping from the corners of Wooyoung’s mouth and hears Juyeon curse above him as he forces a death grip on his cock. He screams and Wooyoung’s cock pops out of his mouth, his entire body shaking violently. Everyone has stopped moving, letting him come down a bit before Wooyoung pulls off his cock and Juyeon tugs him away from the other couple.
Wooyoung grabs him on his way by and kisses him, pushing some of his own cum onto his tongue and it’s so filthy that he groans and pulls him in closer. He hears Juyeon chuckle and gently pull him away, sliding out of his body to rearrange him. Juyeon sits back against the headboard and coaxes him into his lap, turning him around so that he’s facing Wooyoung and San. He shivers as he sits himself down onto Juyeon’s cock and builds up a rhythm, whimpering from the overstimulation. The sight in front of him is enough to make his cock valiantly try to come back to life.
San is standing sideways at the end of the bed, Wooyoung’s knees over his elbows, holding him in the air as he moves him back and forth on his cock. Hyunjae is mesmerized by the way San’s muscles move, the way his skin glistens, the sounds being punched out of Wooyoung’s lungs. They’re beautiful and sensual and Hyunjae finds himself moving faster and faster on Juyeon’s lap.
“They look awfully good, don’t they, Jae?”
Juyeon’s voice is rough and deep in his ear, his hands pressing bruises into Hyunjae’s hips. He whimpers and feels his thighs start to shake, his body still weak from his orgasm. Juyeon growls and holds onto his hips tighter, moving his body up and down, using him for his own release. San turns his back to them then, giving Wooyoung a full view over his shoulder and Hyunjae feels his own cock twitch. Wooyoung is beyond fucked out, face covered in drool and remnants of cum. His eyes are dark and glazed over, but they’re focused on Hyunjae, watching his cock bounce as he moves.
“Sannie, I–I’m gonna–”
He shrieks at the top of his lungs then, body shaking violently. Hyunjae watches his friend come apart and it makes him cry out, his cock spitting out a stream of precum. Juyeon reaches around with one hand and wraps it around him, pumping fast and spurring Hyunjae on to ride him again. Hyunjae plants his hands on the mattress in front of him and rolls his hips, alternating between fucking into Juyeon’s fist and impaling himself on his cock. San drops Wooyoung onto the bed on his back and rolls his hips into him at a blinding speed before pulling out and cumming across his body. Hyunjae watches San’s fist squeeze every ounce of cum out of his cock as he can and sees it mix with Wooyoung’s own fluids on his body.
Their eyes meet then, San looking like an animal on the prowl and something inside Hyunjae snaps. He chokes on a moan and spills over Juyeon’s hand, hips speeding up to ride the orgasm out. Juyeon curses behind him and stutters up into his body, filling him until it starts to drip out onto the sheets.
The room is full of harsh breathing and small whimpers. Juyeon lays Hyunjae down on his back next to Wooyoung and gestures to San to follow him to the bathroom. Hyunjae looks over at Wooyoung and presses a soft kiss to his lips, both of them breaking into exhausted giggles.
“What the hell just happened, Wooyoung-ah?”
“I don’t know, but fuck.”
“I think we have a problem though.”
“Problem?”
San and Juyeon walk back into the room with wet washcloths and begin to wipe them both down, San looking at Hyunjae with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Hyunjae looks at Wooyoung and smirks.
“There’s no way to tell who won.”
“Are you kidding, Sannie lifted me into the air!”
“Shut up, I saw your face when you first looked at Juyeon.”
“So what? That proves nothing!”
“Only one of us came twice, Wooyoungie.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Jae!”
“It’s a completely valid argument!”
Hyunjae and Wooyoung argue back and forth, words growing louder and more heated until they’re both sitting up screaming in each other’s faces. San and Juyeon exchange a confused but fond look, rolling their eyes and pulling on their clothes. They’re back in the living room before Wooyoung and Hyunjae even realize they’re gone. They smirk at each other and flop onto their back, still naked and a little too weak to walk. They stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before Hyunjae turns to Wooyoung and nudges his shoulder.
“Rematch?”