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Moondae’s eyes barely open—and he doesn’t even want them to, not with the blinding light above him. He wants to groan like he usually would after waking up, but instead, a soft sigh escapes him as he feels something shift inside him.
Literally inside him. Down there.
“Sleeping Beauty’s finally back?” Lee Sejin’s voice floats from behind him.
Moondae clenches the sheets, resisting the urge to punch him. Not like he can in this position anyway.
Did he pass out? Since when?
Moondae squirms. And how long has this guy been inside me? He’s still hard, too.
It’s a question he doesn’t really want to ask. Lee Sejin has always been some kind of freak when it comes to bed.
Whatever. Moondae stretches a little before starting to rise, but Sejin’s arms snake around his waist, holding him in place. “Where are you going?”
“I’m taking a shower.” Moondae tries to pry him off, but fails. Fuck.
“It’s still too early.” Sejin’s grip tightens, making Moondae wince. Damn this strength. It’s not like he likes being manhandled. Seriously. “And we’re not done yet. You fainted on me, y’know? Had to kill time by playing with your hole.”
Moondae flushes—more in anger than anything else, seriously. He squirms again, and immediately regrets it because shit, he can feel him—
No. Calm down. “Whatever you say. I’m getting up.”
“But at least you’re already prepped! Saves time.”
What is this guy talking about now?
He gets his answer in the form of a blushing Ahyeon approaching the bed. Moondae blinks as Ahyeon fiddles with the hem of his shirt, looking around like it’s his first time in this room before finally meeting Moondae’s eyes.
“H-hi, Moondae. H-how are y-you?”
And what’s with this small talk?
Oh, well.
Moondae withholds a sigh and beckons to Ahyeon. “Just get over here.”
He reaches down to stretch himself further, feeling Sejin flinch as his finger brushes against his length. Licking his lips, Moondae says, “Sejin said he already prepared me, so come on.”
They haven’t done this before—not like this, not at the same time—but they’d talked about it. A lot. And honestly, Moondae doesn’t want to waste more time. They’re on break, and Sejin might want to spend all of it fucking, but Moondae only allotted two days for it. They’ve already burned through half.
Ahyeon shuffles closer and unzips, clearly embarrassed but his cock says otherwise. It’s flushed, hard, straining.
Sejin may be annoying, but he’s annoyingly thorough when it comes to Moondae’s safety. Hell, this is even their version of some kind of intervention. Instead of letting Moondae alone with his thoughts (or his phone), they’re… fucking the thoughts out of him or something.
But is Moondae really ready for this?
Moondae glances at Ahyeon’s cock again. That’s really…
Sejin chuckles, chest rumbling against Moondae’s back. “Did you just swallow, Moondaemoondae?”
Ignore. Focus on what’s important.
Moondae relaxes against Sejin as Ahyeon climbs onto the bed, but seeing that cock up close makes something bitter curl in his stomach.
See, Moondae isn’t small by any means, but his dick back in his original body was bigger than this. Which isn’t really an issue, his size is normal, if it wasn’t for the seemingly huge dicks around him—one in front of him and the other inside of him.
Well, soon to be two inside.
Fuck.
Sejin grunts, hands tightening on his waist. Ahyeon’s eyes sparkle. “I-I’m g-glad you s-seem excited.”
Moondae follows his gaze, flushing when he sees his own cock twitching to life. He fists the sheets tighter, resisting the urge to punch Sejin (again) for laughing and muttering something about tightening up. The cock in him shifts some more.
Ever careful, Ahyeon lubes himself up. Moondae feels the cold tip of the bottle press into him next to Sejin’s cock as Ahyeon squeezes the lube into him generously. He doesn’t know where Ahyeon learned that, but it’s probably from the shuddering guy beneath him.
The next moment, Ahyeon’s pushing in, slowly, carefully, but Moondae gasps because fuck, that hurts. Sejin, that liar. Prepared? No such thing for this. Shit, shit—
Sejin hushes him from behind and palms his chest, a distraction tactic that is unfortunately working too well. Between the thick cocks stretching him and the hands teasing his nipples, Moondae’s trembling, breath hitching.
Once Ahyeon is fully in and Sejin shifts from fondling to rolling his nipples between his fingers, Moondae’s eyes sting. Overstimulated, overwhelmed. Ahyeon leans down, licking away the tears before kissing his forehead, muttering apologies.
“It’s fine,” Moondae pants, reaching up to rake his fingers through Ahyeon’s hair. “You can move.”
“What’s with the different treatment?” he complains, his pout audible, before he laughs. “Don’t faint on us again.”
They seem to exchange a glance, and then, they move. Together. Both pulling out and thrusting in, deep and rough.
Moondae chokes on a moan, slamming his fists into the sheets. He’s stuffed, impossibly so, and with every movement, they grind against his prostate, both of them reaching, poking, pounding deep inside.
“M-Moondae, can I—?”
Ahyeon’s voice is breathy, his eyes locked onto Moondae’s lips, all flushed and innocent like he’s not currently fucking him so hard that Moondae can see the outline of his cock bulging in his belly.
Hot.
Moondae grabs the back of Ahyeon’s head and drags him down for a searing kiss. Meanwhile, Sejin grabs Moondae’s other hand, interlocking their fingers as he leaves soft kisses down his neck.
A moment later, Ahyeon breaks the kiss, gasping. “S-sorry, I-I think I’m— a-ah, close already.”
“Stop apologizing,” Moondae manages to say in between pants and moans. “That’s not— shit, there— ngh, that’s not a bad thing.”
“Yeah, Ahyeon,” Sejin adds, still thrusting up without rest. “Moondaemoondae’s been waiting to be filled up. Had to keep my cock in him just to make sure he’s satisfied, y’know?”
Despite this cocky bastard’s voice, Moondae feels him twitching against his insides. All that shit when he could just admit he’s also close.
In return, Moondae clenches on them, making both moan. They quicken their pace, too fast that Moondae’s gasping, crying, lost in the overwhelming stretch and pleasure. Fuck, it’s too much, but he’s going to make both of them come first so—
He almost screams as Sejin grips his cock. “No, we have… to come, ngh, together.”
Moondae wants to hold back, but Ahyeon’s kissing him again, deep and desperate. Sejin’s biting his neck, fingers pinching his nipples, hand stroking him. They’re all over him, inside him—they’re everywhere.
He breaks.
Moondae comes with a cry, body shaking as his orgasm tears through him. He barely hears Ahyeon groan and Sejin curse before they follow suit.
Ahyeon continues to thrust in him with staggering movements as he spills. Contrarily, Sejin stops moving his hips as he comes, preferring to be buried deep in Moondae while he does so, but his hand continues stroking Moondae’s overstimulated cock.
Moondae tries to push his hand away, but his arm won’t move. He’s limp. He’s full. He’s wrecked. All he can do is lie down and take them as they wring him dry while also filling him up.
For a second, Moondae genuinely worries his stomach might burst, but all he can focus on is the twitch of his cock, still leaking into Sejin’s grip.
When they’re all spent, no one moves, Sejin finally sparing Moondae's cock some mercy.
“Look, Ahyeon.” Sejin, ruining the peace, pokes Moondae’s belly and laughs. “He’s full of us.”
Moondae glances down, cheeks burning.
“M-Moondae? Oh no, h-he’s—”
Damn, Moondae thinks, eyes fluttering shut. I really need that trait to handle these two.
Sejin squeezes his hand, and Ahyeon’s worried face is the last thing Moondae sees before he passes out.