Archive of Our Own

He'd been asked to do something simple, something so incredibly simple. Find a song demo and email it to Wumuti, that's all he had to do. Yet, he finds himself lost in the rabbit hole of folders on Wumuti's drive, his curiosity winning out over his better judgment. It’s a complete invasion of privacy but really the eldest should have known better than to willingly give Rui his password.

The file he’s stumbled upon is a video, titled only with a date from years ago and it quickly peaks his interest. He connects his headphones to the laptop and double clicks the file.

The video buffers for a second, then a figure suddenly appears in the frame, leaning over the lens. Rui has to physically hold back a gasp. It’s clearly Wumuti, but he's younger, the video being from far before Rui met him. The now sharp edges of his jaw are rounded and his eyebrows are still thick and un-bleached. His hair is a fluffy mousy brown and short on the sides while the longer strands fall over his eyes as he leans in, a calculating expression on his face.

“Okay,” Wumuti’s voice comes through the headphones and Rui is almost disoriented at hearing the exact voice that he knows well come from a version of Wumuti that he’s never met. He adjusts the camera, “I think this angle is good.”

“Are you sure about this?” A second voice, also strangely familiar, comes from off-screen. 

“Of course, baby.” Wumuti purs, “No one’s going to see it but us, promise.” Rui’s stomach curls at that, this is the point where he should take the hint and click off. He should, he really should. He knows that, he knows he shouldn't continue watching, but the curiosity is killing him and he's just so intrigued, so morbidly fascinated, that he can’t pull his eyes away from the screen.

There’s a long pause and the sound of someone shifting nervously, “Okay…” the voice concedes, still sounding small and uncertain.

“Unless the idol thing falls through and we need to get notoriety somehow,” Wumuti laughs, a sharp sound that Rui knows so well.

The voice off-screen whines in protest, “Hyung-”

“Kidding, kidding,” Wumuti says, his laugh softening into a fond chuckle. “You’re so easy to rile up, Jinhyung-ah.”

Rui’s heart stutters, Jinhyung-Hyun. It’s Hyun. Of course it is, he doesn't know how he hadn't placed the voice before. Granted, contrary to Wumuti, he does sound slightly different in the past compared to his current voice. But now that it's been pointed out, it's obvious that it's undeniably him. 

Wumuti moves out of the camera's frame and Rui can see the way it's angled perfectly to capture a large king-sized bed. His stomach curls again, this time his heart beat speeding up with it.

Wumuti settles back against the headboard, his limbs spread out in an inviting, open posture. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and sweats. 

“Now, why don't you come over here and take my clothes off,” he says, his voice dropping into a low, playful register that’s clearly for the camera. Rui can feel his face burn. He trails a hand into his shirt collar and pulls out a thin, red strap, letting it snap against his skin with a gentle crack, “I’m wearing something special today, since I’ll be on camera and all.” 

That seems to peak Hyun’s attention, because he soon joins Wumuti on the bed, his body angled so that Rui can see both their faces, though Hyun’s is mostly in profile. And holy shit. Hyun looks so different. He can’t be older than nineteen or twenty in this video. And Rui goes to check the date again to confirm, nineteen. His face is still round, his teenage features still holding a bit of the cute baby fat that has since disappeared from his cheeks. His hair is jet black and a little longer than he keeps it now, falling into his eyes as he looks down at Wumuti with a mix of desire and shyness.

Once Hyun is straddling Wumuti’s lap, he reaches for the hem of his shirt, his fingers fumbling with an eagerness that makes Wumuti laugh. A smirk plays on his lips as he slowly lifts the shirt for Hyun, revealing a sliver of delicate lace and a matching thong strap peeking out from his sweats. Rui can feel his head begin to spin, his mind races and he wonders if Wumuti still wears stuff like that, if he could convince him to wear something like that for him-

Hyun’s eyes widen in surprise as more of the lingerie is revealed, and Rui can just barely make out the pretty blush that creeps up his tan skin through the poor resolution of the camera.

Wumuti’s eyes are dark as they track Hyun’s face and movements. He reaches up, cupping the back of Hyun’s head with a gentle hand, his fingers threading through those long black strands. 

He tugs gently, pulling his head down until their mouths meet. While they kiss, Hyun’s hands slip underneath the shirt, his fingers tracing the delicate lace bra, his touch reverent and a little clumsy. 

The kiss turns deep and hungry with Wumuti forcing Hyun’s mouth open so their tongues can tangle together slowly in a way that leaves Rui’s own mouth feeling dry as cotton.

“Come on,” Wumuti breathes, pulling back just an inch, his breath still on Hyun’s, “Show me how bad you want me.”

Hyun sits back on his feet, his breath shaky as he tugs Wumuti’s shirt fully off, the other lifting his arms to assist. Wumuti’s chest is smooth and pale, flushed from his neck to his middle. His nipples are a soft pink, beautifully framed by the dark red lace bra, a little loose since Wumuti doesn't have the assets to fill it out, still it looks impossibly pretty against his skin.

“You like it?” Wumuti teases at Hyun's silence, a low, pleased hum in his voice. He reaches up, cupping Hyun’s face with one hand forcing him to look at him, “I thought about you when I bought it.”

Hyun whines, a needy, desperate sound, and leans down again, capturing Wumuti’s lips in another kiss. His hands slip down the sides of the older boy’s waist, tugging the sweats down his legs. He discards them somewhere off-screen, turning his attention to the matching panties.

“Fuck,” Hyun says, his voice raw with need. Rui can clearly hear how ruined he sounds. And he understands because, God, Wumuti is a sight.

Hyun kisses a line up Wumuti’s thigh, sucking slightly at the plump skin, making the other bite his lip, before he hooks his fingers around the lacy strap hugging his hips. He tugs at it, hard, and then snaps it against Wumuti’s skin. The sound is loud and sudden in the quiet room.

“Jinhyung!” Wumuti gasps at the sting, his eyes wide and scandalised, “Fuck, what’s gotten into you?”

“Sorry, just…” Hyun bites his lip, embarrassment flashes in his eyes but he doesn't look remotely sorry, “Christ- noona.” He says as he rubs the pad of his thumb against the waistband of the thong, where the pinch has left Wumuti’s skin a delicate pink.

Wumuti blushes, finally looking shy himself. He tucks his head down into his chest, "Just- just get on with it."

Hyun wastes no time, quickly bringing his hand to cup Wumuti through the sheer fabric of the panties, his thumb running over the head of his cock, where it is trapped by the lace. He's already leaking precum, soaking through the fabric. Hyun’s mouth quickly replaces his hand, and Wumuti lets out a muffled groan as he licks him through the lace. Fuck, Rui can feel himself getting hard, his pants suddenly becoming tight as he watches.

Hyun mouths over his dick, his lips slick with spit, until the panties are completely soaked. Wumuti’s hand slips into Hyun’s hair as he does so, tugging lightly, and he groans, “Baby, please,” Wumuti whines finally sounding needy.

Hyun doesn't have to be told twice. He pulls the panties to the side, releasing Wumuti’s cock and spreading his legs wider as he leans in and licks a long, slow strip up his length. Wumuti throws his head back against the headboard letting out a little gasp. His grip in Hyun’s hair tightens as the younger boy takes the tip into his mouth and then the rest of him.

Hyun’s eyes flutter shut as he begins to bob his head up and down, slowly at first, working Wumuti into his mouth until he hits the back of his throat. Wumuti moans as he chokes slightly around him, “Fuck, jagiya, so good,” he says and Hyun's pace quickens with the added praise, his head bobbing up and down making his lips slick and such a pretty red as they're stretched wide around Wumuti.

“Fuck- fuck,” Wumuti gasps as he speeds up, his thighs spasming around Hyun’s body where he has him pressed into the bed. He lets Hyun continue for a moment more before he's pulling his head away. Hyun pulls off, panting, a thin string of spit and precum hanging between his swollen lips and Wumuti’s dick. 

He looks at Wumuti with a dazed, glassy expression. “Sorry,” Wumuti says, his voice hoarse. “I was close and I want you to fuck me.” Hyun’s eyes glaze over even more at that, sparkling in the low light, “Do you want that?” Wumuti asks, teasing, “Do you want to fuck me? I got all dressed up for you.”

Hyun nods enthusiastically, a frantic, desperate look in his eyes. “Yes- please, noona-”

Wumuti smiles, his eyes folding into crescent moons at the response. He taps at Hyun’s thighs, signaling for him to get up. As he does, Wumuti sits up, his hands reaching behind his back and unhooking the lace bra.

“Wait- no!” Hyun says quickly, his face immediately flushing crimson at the outburst, “Sorry, can you- can you keep it on?”

Wumuti’s smile widens like he was expecting the response and he lays back again, spreading his legs wider. “Whatever my baby wants.”

Rui watches as Hyun then takes his shirt off feverishly. He strips off his pants and his briefs with them, kicking them off quickly. His hard cock bouncing against his belly and leaking precum all over it in the process. He blushes wildly at that and Wumuti just looks like he wants to eat him. 

He’s about to join Wumuti on the bed again when the older holds up a hand, stopping him.

“Give me the camera.” he commands.

Hyun does as he's told and the camera is jostled until Wumuti sets it on the nightstand so it's closer to them, its lens now focused squarely on Hyun. Rui holds his breath. The younger bites his lip and looks away but Wumuti catches his chin and leans in close, his smile a taunt. 

“Don’t look so shy,” he teases in a whisper and tilts his head, the corners of his mouth curling upward in that catlike way. “You know I always tell you that you’re gorgeous on camera.” He forces Hyun's face towards the lense and the younger looks up, his eyes locking squarely onto it, onto Rui. Rui feels a rush of adrenaline, Hyun looks like hes staring straight at him and it makes his heart pound against his ribs.

But then Wumuti says something, a murmur Rui can't quite make out, and Hyun's attention is pulled back. Rui releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Hyun is once again straddling Wumuti, his hard length pressed against his lower stomach. This time, Wumuti’s hands trail down his body, fingers tracing the lean lines of his hips, the taut muscles of his thighs. 

He taps on the outside of his thighs signaling him to settle between his legs instead and the other follows his direction. Wumuti spreads his legs to accommodate him and lets out a little surprised laugh as Hyun grabs him by the thighs and pulls him down like he weighs nothing so he's laying against the pillows, his body perfectly angled for him to take.

Hyun’s expression is dazed again, his eyes half-lidded and dreamy as he stares down at Wumuti’s body. He reaches a hand between them and pulls his panties to the side again. He traces his entrance with his thumb, and Wumuti bites his lip between his teeth at the feeling.

Then Hyun’s cock, still hard and slick with precum, presses against him and Wumuti lets out a soft moan, his hips twitching in anticipation. The slick, pulsing head of Hyun’s dick nudges against his hole, sending a wave of goosebumps down his body.

“Lube,” he says, the word snapping Hyun out of his daze.

Hyun blinks, then nods quickly, “right,” he says and scrambles to the nightstand, fumbling for a small, clear tube. He squeezes a generous amount onto his hand, then returns to the bed, kneeling between his hyung’s legs. He squeezes a few drops directly onto Wumuti’s hole, the cold, wet sensation making the older gasp and arch his hips.

Hyun then slathers the rest of the gel onto his cock. He looks down at Wumuti, who is now wide-eyed with anticipation, his mouth parted.

“Ready?” Hyun whispers, their faces close together.

Wumuti nods, his eyes already fluttering shut as Hyun presses the head of his cock to his entrance and Rui watches, breathless, as the first half of his cock disappears inside Wumuti’s body, and the other lets out a sharp gasp, his toes curling in the sheets. And then, with a slow, deliberate push, Hyun slides in completely. Wumuti lets out a long, shuddering moan, his legs immediately locking around Hyun’s waist. Rui is shocked that they didn't prep. Wumuti must, at least to some degree, like the pain then. That information makes fire lick down Rui’s back.

“Yes,” Wumuti gasps, his hands coming up to grip at Hyun’s hips and push him in deeper. Fuck, it must hurt, Hyun is not exactly small, but Wumuti’s eyes are rolling back into his head at the feeling.

Hyun begins to thrust, slowly at first, a long, grinding motion that makes Wumuti’s hips buck and his back arch off the bed. 

“Ah-ah-,” Wumuti breathes as Hyun pulls out of him and pushes back in, the wet sound so obscene it causes Rui to blush further. The sight feels like a fever dream, and Rui is lost in it. Wumuti, normally composed, messy in pleasure, his body slick with sweat while Hyun, his sweet Jinhyung, fucks into him with abandon.

“Does it feel good-” Wumuti cuts himself off with an unrestrained gasp, “fucking your noona- fuck-”

“Yes, yes,” Hyun babbles, his own voice equally as ruined. “You feel good- so good.” His grip around Wumuti's lithe waist looks almost bruising.

He pulls out almost to the tip, and then slams back in, a brutal motion that makes Wumuti cry out in a strangled gasp. The force of the thrust makes the bed creak beneath them and the headboard hit loudly against the wall. He fucks into him a few more times, the wet, slick sound of their bodies joining the banding of the headboard. He angles his hips slightly differently until Wumuti gasps and clings onto him desperately, his nails, that were short at the time, still digging into his back. 

“Fuck- yes! Right there-don’t stop,” Wumuti pants, his head thrashing against the pillow. His moans are broken now, punctuated by a series of sharp, guttural gasps every time Hyun thrusts into him with force.

Hyun's hips pump faster, his movements becoming more frantic and urgent like a man possessed. He whines with every thrust and Wumuti’s legs tighten around his lower back. 

They continue like that for a while, the sounds of the bed creaking almost as loud as their moans.

Then Wumuti’s hand reaches towards the screen. The camera is jostled until it focuses on the side of Wumuti’s face, his panting breaths coming through the speaker far louder due to the proximity. Rui feels the sudden urge to look away again but he doesn't, can't.

“Fuck-Ah,” His leader moans as his body is continuously rocked against the headboard. He’s looking straight at the camera with half-lidded watery eyes and his mouth parted, showing his bunny teeth, a dark flush covering his cheeks and neck. His eyes, though hazy, seem to look right through the lens.

“Mmh, just like that,” he says breathlessly and smiles weakly in a way that makes Rui's heart flutter before he turns the camera around so it now shows Hyun’s pretty blushed face, he doesn't seem to be faring much better than Wumuti.

“Noona,” he whines, a choked, embarrassed sound, as he hides his face presumably in Wumuti’s chest, ducking out of the camera's view.

“Oh come on, jagiya, don’t you want future me to see how well you can fuck me?” Wumuti’s voice is a low, teasing purr.

“No, ‘s embarrassing,” he mumbles, his voice thick with humiliation but he continues thrusting up into Wumuti as if he can't control himself.

Wumuti’s laugh is high and breathy and the camera focuses on the way Hyun is gripping his hips, his cock slipping in and out of him creating the smallest distend of his lower belly as it does. Rui is so transfixed that he doesn't hear the sound of the door open.

“Rui-hyung did you find-” Hyun’s voice cuts through his headphones the moment he steps into the room, the question dying on his lips. Rui whips around to face him, his eyes wide. Hyun looks past him to the screen, his easy smile giving way to a horrified expression the second he registers what it is. No doubt recognising the lower half of Wumuti's face and his familiar hip tattoo.

“Hyun,” Rui gasps, “Hyun, I can e-”

But Hyun doesn’t wait. The color drains from his face, and he bolts out of the doorway and down the hall. He is gone before Rui can even get out of his chair.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rui hisses, quickly sending the email with the file that he’d neglected and shoving the laptop shut with a loud snap. 

He takes off after him, grimacing at the way his hard-on presses against his jeans though it's not distracting enough to divert from the cold wave of dread drenching him all over. Wumuti is going to kill him. 

Hyun burst through the studio door, his chest heaving and desperate. Wumuti, humming a new melody to himself, looks up. His brow furrows in concern at the sight of Hyun, pale and trembling, his eyes wide and frantic.

“Uh, did Rui send the-” he tries but is cut off immediately.

“Why didn't you delete it?” Hyun says it with such an accusatory tone that Wumuti almost has to shake himself.

“What?” he asks, genuinely bewildered.

“Why didn't you delete it?” Hyun asks again, his voice rising, closing the distance between them with a furious energy that makes Wumuti instinctively step back.

“Woah, woah, Hyun-ah, calm down,” Wumuti says, his voice soft and attempting soothing and that only seems to infuriate Hyun more.

“You said you only wanted it for the trip!” he hisses, betrayed. He’s nearly trembling from head to toe, body shaking with it.

Wumuti stands up, “Hyun, honey, you need to slow down. I don't know what you’re talking about.” He is genuinely confused, not a clue what Hyun is on about but greatly concerned nonetheless.

“The tape!” Hyun yells. Then, “The sex tape,” He says quieter, “You said it was just for you! You said no one else would see it!”

Wumuti’s brow unfurrows and he lets out a long, heavy sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing at his temples. He'd nearly forgotten about it, the tape, the now years old tape. He hasn't shown it to anyone, he would never. Hyun should know this.

“Okay,” he says, “Do you want me to delete it?” He's struggling to understand why Hyun is bringing it up now. It’s an old memory, call him sentimental. He thought Hyun would be amused by it or at least happy to have that piece of their history preserved and, for the record, he never told him he wanted it deleted. “You never said- I thought, well… I mean, yes, we filmed it because I left for that trip but I didn't know you wanted it deleted, love.” 

Hyun doesn't say anything at that and Wumuti approaches him hesitantly, “I’ll delete it as soon as we get back to the dorms,” he promises, his voice earnest.

“It’s too late,” Hyun whispers brokenly sitting on the desk, his head in his hands.

Wumuti’s mind reels, immediately going through the worst-case scenarios. Did it get leaked? Is it on some website? Is it- Oh god-

“What do you mean?” he asks, his voice now incredibly serious.

“Rui-hyung’s already seen it,” Hyun says with a whimper. 

Wumuti lets out a long breath, and looks at him sympathetically, albeit relived. This he can deal with, It's better than the alternative. He closes his eyes, his mind replaying the conversation he had with Rui earlier, the file he had asked him to send and the file he had forgotten was on his laptop. Of course Rui would snoop, he should have known. He had made this bed. And now, he had to lie in it.

He opens his eyes, looking at Hyun, a small, broken thing sitting on his desk, his head in his hands. 

“I’ll talk to him.”

Rui had tried to go after Hyun but by the time he was out the front door the younger was nowhere to be seen. He sighed deeply and decided he'd just explain himself when Hyun comes back, if he even could explain himself. He just deposits himself on the couch and tries to shake the images of Wumuti and Hyun from his mind.

About ten minutes later, the door to the dorm opens, and Wumuti walks in, his face serious. His eyes immediately lock onto Rui and he makes his way over.

“Listen, Rui,” Wumuti begins, his voice low and calm. “I’m sorry you saw that, it wasn't meant for anyone other than Hyun and I. I wouldn't have left it on my computer if I would've thought that anyone else was going to find it.”

Rui looks up as he approaches and then immediately looks away. His mind races, a mix of guilt and a desire he can't control. He’d taken one look at Wumuti and immediately an image of his younger self, flushed and disheveled, flashed in his mind. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor, not able to meet his gēge’s eyes.

“I understand if this changes the way you see me,” he continues, getting closer to Rui, “but just try to ignore it for Hyun’s sake please? It was my idea he-” Wumuti says, his voice laced with a pleading tone. But Rui can't focus on it right now, the words are a garbled mess.

“Rui?” Wumuti says, noticing his inattention. That's when he finally takes in Rui's flushed face and the eyes that won’t meet his. Wumuti's own eyes narrow.

“Rui,” he says again, looming over the other taking in how he squirms at the attention, “Did you- did you like it?” he asks, seeing right through Rui. His voice drops lower as he can't come up with an answer. Wumuti can't help the smile that starts to tug at his lips and he kneels down in front of Rui so they are face to face. He reaches a hand out gently touching his jaw and forcing Rui to look at him. “What did you like about it?”

Rui’s breath hitches in his throat, a small, choked sound. He can't speak. He can't lie. And mortifyingly he realises that he's getting hard again.

“Did you like seeing me like that?” he whispers in a way that sends shivers down Rui’s spine, “Or Hyunnie?”

Rui finds his voice, “Both,” he chokes out, surrendering to Wumuti’s prodding.

A wicked smile spreads across Wumuti’s face and he stands up. Then, as if on cue, the dorm door opens again, and Hyun appears in the doorway. 

Rui’s blush deepens, the fire licking up his neck and face, he feels like hes been put in a pressure cooker. He’s getting painfully hard again, he's not sure if it even fully went down after watching the video.

Hyun's eyes take in the scene before him, Wumuti looming over Rui, Rui sat, his face flushed and embarrassed. And then, his eyes drop, and they widen at the undeniable bulge in his pants. His face goes almost as red as Rui’s.

Wumuti is the first to move, stepping forward to place a gentle hand on Hyun's shoulder, coaxing him over. 

Then he turns his back on Rui focussing all his attention on Hyun, his voice dropping to a low, private whisper. “Are you okay with this, jagiya?”

Hyun takes another look at Rui and nods, “yeah,” he breaths.

With approval, Wumuti then turns back to Rui and reaches out. With a gentle hand he cups the nape of Rui’s neck like a mother cat. “Come here, Rui-ah,” he says, guiding him up.

Rui follows and stumbles forward letting Wumuti lead him into his room with Hyun trailing and closing the door behind them.

Wumuti wastes no time in pressing Rui into the mattress and straddling him. He looks at Hyun with soft half-lidded eyes as he does, beckoning the other to join them. Hyun does, sitting himself down on Rui’s other side.

Wumuti’s eyes, filled with lust, lock on Rui’s. He reaches down and firmly unbuckles Rui’s belt and unzips his pants, pushing them down his thighs. Rui whimpers as he does so and as the sight of the wet spot he's already made in his briefs is revealed.

"Look at him, Huinnie," Wumuti teases, voice a taunting purr, his eyes fixed on Rui's flushed, embarrassed face while trailing over his cock head, "Tell me, love," he says, turning to Hyun, "How much did he watch?" he asks kindly.

"Almost to the end before I found him," he breathes.

"Hmm," Wumuti hums, a long, satisfied sound. "That's perverted, you know that, don't you, Rui?"

He can’t speak, he can only nod, agreeing. It is, he should've clicked off, he shouldn't have been snooping in the first place. His body is trembling and he's a mess, embarrassed, desperate and burning. He’s sure Wumuti can feel his cock twitch from where he's seated on his body and he laughs which only makes him throb more.

Hyun is watching the exchange with unfocused eyes, his mouth half-open. He looks almost as fucked out as he had in the video.

Wumuti's hand moves, his fingers releasing Rui from his briefs and closing around his shaft, his pretty white rhinestone nails shining in contrast. He begins to stroke, a slow, gentle motion that drives Rui insane. He gazes at Hyun, a pleading, needy look in his eyes and Hyun, taking pity on him, hunches down to meet him in a kiss.

Hyun’s mouth is hot and wet, his tongue sliding against Rui’s desperately, showing him that he wants this as much as he does. The kiss is desperate and messy, wet with the slide of their tongues against each other and Rui’s hands find their way into Hyun’s hair, his fingers tangling in the soft blonde strands and pulling.

Wumuti’s hand continues moving all the while, his fingers circling the base of Rui’s cock and running along it. And Rui, for his part, is completely, hopelessly lost in it, letting out little whimpers into the kiss that he wouldn't be able to swallow down even if he tried. 

Wumuti’s hand tightens around him, his thumb pressing into his sensitive slit, and a jolt of pleasure, so sharp it’s almost pain, shoots straight through him. Rui can't help but whimper, a small, choked sound that Hyun swallows up in the kiss.

But all too soon, Hyun is pulling back, his lips swollen and shiny. And following his cue, Wumuti removes his hand, leaving Rui pathetically moving his hips up against nothing. He whines at the loss and his already watery eyes shed a few tears down his cheeks. Wumuti smiles at Rui’s state, disheveled, panting and pathetic from just a kiss and some heavy touching.

“What should we do with him?” Wumuti asks Hyun as if Rui isn’t even there.

Hyun’s eyes, still half-lidded and hazy, drop to Rui’s hips. He shifs around nervously for a moment before telling Wumuti what he wants, “Ride him, " he says with a swallow and Rui's thighs tremble involuntarily at the idea, "please, noona-” 

“Okay, love,” Wumuti replies, his voice soft and airy. They’re talking over his head as if he’s not even part of the decision-making, and Rui has never been so turned on in his life.

Eventually he does turn to Rui, “do you think you can handle that?” He asks him with an air of condescension.

Rui nods violently, his head rapidly moving so much so that he gets a little dizzy with it.

“Words, honey,” Wumuti coos, tracing his hands up his chest.

“Yes.” he says, choked off, almost tearing up again.

Wumuti smiles at him, impossibly sweet and with a smooth motion, he begins to shimmy his own sweatpants down his legs. And whatever brain cells were still rattling around in Rui's head short-circuit and explode as Wumuti reveals a pair of tight black panties. Holy fuck.

They’re not the lacy, extravagant lingerie from the video, but a more practical, sleek, black satin that clings to the soft curve of his hips and Rui's mind goes blank, polarized by the sight. Hes not sure which he prefers, something about these is so mundane that it makes his mind wander imagining how Wumuti probably wears ones similar daily.

Wumuti can see how Rui’s eyes have zeroed in on the fabric so for his sake he keeps them on, positioning himself to sit on his hips again, “Hyun, hun, can you pass me the lube?” he asks, "It's in the dresser drawer."

Hyun scrambles to obey, reaching over Rui's body to retrieve it. 

Wumuti takes the lube from Hyun, his eyes still fixed darkly on Rui. He unscrews the cap with a soft pop of the plastic and squeezes a generous amount into his hand.

He lathers it on Rui’s length and he whines at the feeling. It's gone just as quickly and Rui barely has time to process that before Wumuti is propped up on his knees, pulling his underwear to the side and guiding Rui's cock to his hole. Rui is breathing heavily and once again he notes that Wumuti isn't prepped.

“I like the burn,” he says as way of an explanation when Rui looks at him wide-eyed before sitting himself down on his length, his expression faltering for a moment before he lets out an exhale, “Fuck-”

Rui moans as he takes him, the hot, tight heat around him immediately makes his brain feel foggy and far away. The pressure around him is so much its almost too much.

Wumuti recovers quickly and places his hands on Rui's chest, rolling his hips experimentally letting out little sounds before he begins to grind down on him slowly, his cock just barely slipping out at the base before being pushed back in, driving Rui insane. He’s so beautiful like this his hips swaying in a fluid motion and Rui wishes he had a camera to record it and add it to the collection on Wumuti's laptop. 

Rui brings his hands, which had been clutching at the sheets, up to rest on Wumuti’s hips but he stops him, pressing his arms to the pillows next to his head, “Did I say you could touch?” he asks breathlessly, his eyes dark, “Since you like to watch so much you're going to sit there- and watch.”

Rui whines at that but dutifully keeps his hands where he’d placed them when Wumuti removes the grip on his wrist. 

He leans down, his mouth close to Rui's ear, “Good boy,” he whispers. And that rips a sound from Hyun's throat as well, a soft, choked whimper. Rui forces his head over to look at him, still sitting poised on his knees, his feet tucked under. He can see the way his cock has started leaking in his sweatpants, the gray fabric turning dark. Fuck.

Wumuti begins to ride in earnest, his pace speeding up as his own body flushes pink, panting breaths escaping him. He whimpers after he lowers himself down particularly hard and grinds on Rui again. He glances at Hyun with half lidded, shiny eyes and reaches out for him leaning forward and pulling him into a deep, bruising kiss. 

Rui’s world narrows to the sight of them, their mouths locked together, while Wumuti uses him for his own pleasure. He watches as Wumuti’s hands leave his chest and wrap around Hyun’s neck, pulling him closer, their kiss deep and consuming.

He watches as Hyun’s hands find their way into Wumuti’s pink hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands in a possessive grip.

Wumuti is letting out little gasps into the kiss as he rides Rui at a bruising pace. His hips keep stuttering in a way that signals he’s close, and thank God, because Rui doesn’t think he can take much more of this.

“Fuck- oh god- Hyun-” Wumuti moans, when they separate just slightly, their foreheads still pressed together. Hyun reaches down and starts palming Wumuti through his panties and the others' moans get louder. “Close-close,” he repeats, moving his hips into Hyun's touch frantically. Rui can feel Wumuti’s body tense up, his back arching and his hips grinding down on Rui’s length with shuddering pressure.

With a final, desperate cry of Hyun's name, his thighs shake as he comes and the rhythmic pulsating of his muscles around Rui’s cock cause him to see blinding white behind his eyes. His brain feels like mush as he comes down, breathing ragged and heavy, his cock still pulsing from where it's stuffed inside Wumuti.

Wumuti is also gasping up air, his chest rising quickly as he recovers from his orgasm. He swallows and looks down at himself, at the white come soaking through his panties, most certainly ruining them.

Rui watches with tired, half-lidded eyes as the leader noses his way down Hyun's body. Wumuti pushes his sweatpants to his thighs, revealing his already slick and straining cock. Swiftly, he takes Hyun's length into his mouth.

Hyun gasps at that, loud and choked off. He tangles his hands in Wumuti's hair, his grip hard, nearly pushing him down all the way. His hips buck, unthinkingly and Wumuti nearly chokes around him, his eyes going glassy but he doesn't pull off. 

"Muti- Muti-" Hyun moans, as he bucks up into Wumuti’s hot mouth, the other just hums around him, letting him maneuver him however he wants with the tight grip in his hair. Hyun fucks into him almost distending his throat with the force of his thrusts and Wumuti's glassy eyes start to tear up.

With the pace he sets, It doesn't take long for Hyun to come. He speeds up, fucking into Wumuti's mouth a few more times before hes shaking.

Wumuti takes it all, swallowing it down, his cheeks flushed and hair messy as he pulls off, a small drop of cum on his bottom lip. 

He looks up at Rui and swallows harshly, waiting a moment before lifting himself off the others lap, whimpering at the come that drips out of his hole at the action. Rui watches him, mind still completely and blissfully blank, his body heavy and spent on the mattress.

Wumuti gets up on shaky legs and pulls his sweatpants back on before he limps slightly out the door and down the hall.

For a moment Rui feels terrifyingly cold. The heavy weight and heat of Wumuti’s body suddenly gone, his breath picks up for a moment before he feels a warm presence on his chest. Hyun is resting on him, one arm around his waist and Rui starts to feel his heart calm down.

“He’s just getting water,” Hyun says like he's practiced in this, like he just knows what Wumuti is doing, “don’t panic.”

Rui swallows and nods, “Okay,” he says and is surprised at how dry his voice sounds. Though, he does feel a bit bad that Wumuti is the one getting them supplies when he could barely walk out the door. But he knows that he couldn't have done it, not with the way his foggy brain is still spinning.

Hyun lifts his head, his eyes, still half-lidded and tired. He leans in and, with a gentle, tentative motion, presses a soft, chaste kiss to Rui’s lips. 

The door to the room opens again, and Wumuti returns. He's holding two glasses of water and a small bag rests on his elbow. 

Wumuti walks over, his movements slow and still a bit shaky, and kneels in front of Rui. He sets the bag down and pulls out some wet wipes, gently wiping at the cum that has splattered on Rui's stomach.

He then gets them both to sit up and pushes the water into their hands, "Drink," he says. His voice is firm but not unkind. Rui doesn't realise the extent of his dry mouth until he takes a sip, suddenly feeling like he’d been walking though the Sahara for days and just found an oasis. He drinks the water down greedily. 

Once they’ve drunk enough to satisfy him, Wumuti reaches back into the bag and pulls out two energy bars, the ones they usually have after dance practice, and hands them over. Rui eats slowly, feeling much better after. 

“How do you feel, baobei?” Wumuti asks, his voice soft, as he brushes Rui’s messy hair out of his face with his free hand, his knuckles grazing his cheek.

“Good,” Rui says, his voice raspy, his body hazy with exhaustion and a bone-deep satisfaction.

“Good,” Wumuti smiles and turns to Hyun, “Do you still want me to delete the video?”

Hyun mumbles into his energy bar, "No- uh it's fine," he says, his voice muffled and Wumuti laughs.