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“I want to see you suck his cock,” Jaehyun orders with a mirthless smile. “That’s the only exception I’d make. Then I’ll reconsider my decision.”
Doyoung stares up pleadingly at him, dread heavy in his chest. “Jaehyun, please, you don’t have to make us do this. Surely,” he gulps, “ surely there’s something else we can give you? L-Like I can give you my whole room to use for yourself, we’ll do your laundry and you can have th- ”
“Nah,” Jaehyun cuts him off with a laugh. “ Either you suck Taeyong hyung’s cock right now or I’m leaving the group. I’m not joking, Doyoung hyung.”
“Jaehyunnie,” Taeyong begs, his arms straining uselessly against the girthy red ropes that bound him to the chair. He feels awfully exposed with his fully naked body. “C’mon, this isn’t fair at all! How can you even say that?”
Jaehyun leans back against the couch, crossing his arms, lips curling into a taunting smile. “Just because I can. So what’s it gonna be?” he looks down at Doyoung on his knees in condescendence. “You gonna suck off your precious Taeyong hyung or live with the guilt of being responsible for fucking up our group’s career and reputation before we could even peak?”
Doyoung is sick to his stomach. How can Jaehyun? After everything they had been through together, after all the promises they made, to each other and to the group, just for Jaehyun to threaten to leave like it’s nothing more than a silly game?
“Fuck you, traitor.” Doyoung spits, eyes flashing red hot rage. How can Jaehyun put them in this situation? It’ll be alright if it’s only Doyoung’s career that is jeopardised – that he can tolerate, but that’s not the case. His breathing is ragged as he thinks about Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Mark, Haechan; his innocent group members who are gonna be absolutely crushed if Jaehyun departs. The controversy they’d have to go through, the negative reputation and press that will haunt them for years, their poor fans. Doyoung can’t do that to them. The guilt will eat him alive.
Then he thinks about Taeyong, Taeyong whom he can’t even look at right now. God, will Taeyong even be able to look at him again after this? Will he be able to look at Doyoung again without disgust, repulsion and horror? Will Doyoung himself be able to look at Taeyong again, whom he looks up to so much, respects so much, whom he holds so dear and so close to his heart? And Taeyong’s career, that Doyoung will never, ever jeopardise. How can he bear the consequences? Taeyong will hate him so fucking much.
“Doyoungie…” Taeyong’s voice wavers, and Doyoung’s heart shatters. He can see Taeyong’s thighs trembling in an effort to close his legs but they’re tightly tied, forcing him to expose himself. His chest is flushed a deep pink, and Doyoung can’t even imagine the embarrassment Taeyong must be feeling right now. “You d-don’t have to do it, hyung is so sorry.”
Doyoung glances up to see tears welling in Taeyong’s eyes, though he will not look at Doyoung either. “It’s because I’m not a good enough leader,” he sniffs, voice hard and full of self-hatred. “I’m so sorry it has to come to this, but whatever it is you’re unhappy with, Jaehyunnie, punish me. It’s my fault, not Doyoungie’s. He has nothing to do with it, please leave him out of it. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Don’t say that, hyung!” Doyoung pleads, gripping Taeyong’s knee tightly to comfort him. He can’t stand it when Taeyong becomes self-deprecative. Jaehyun observes them with a mocking smile and yawns loudly, as if their struggle is boring him. “It’s not true, you’re a great leader,” Doyoung says fiercely.
“Cute, but nah, I’ve made myself clear. The choice is yours, Doie, ” Jaehyun snaps impatiently, rolling his eyes. “I don’t have all day, get on with it.”
What a lie. Doyoung doesn’t have a choice. He shuffles on his knees closer to Taeyong’s body, hands on either side of Taeyong’s knees to convey what he hopes is comfort but Taeyong’s muscles just become even more taut and rigid.
“Doyoung.” Taeyong grits in warning, but he knows it’s no use because Doyoung has clearly made his decision. “Please, you don’t have to…”
Then he purses his lips tightly together in a worrisome line, head turned to the side and eyes squeezed shut like he can’t stand the sight of Doyoung. It crushes Doyoung’s heart, bit by bit as his face grows closer and closer to Taeyong’s soft cock. Heat spreads across his cheeks. Taeyong’s cock is just as pretty and dainty as the rest of him.
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Doyoung whispers hoarsely before he picks up the nub between his fingers and slowly wraps his lips around it, possibly changing the trajectory of their relationship forever.
Taeyong hisses sharply, and Doyoung can’t stand this. He can’t stand knowing that he’s making Taeyong this uncomfortable, can’t stand Taeyong hating him. He sucks sloppily for a few seconds before letting the limp cock slip out of his mouth.
“There.” He growls at Jaehyun, who is rubbing the front of his pants leisurely, enjoying the show. “I sucked his cock. Happy now?”
“You call that sucking cock?” Jaehyun laughs, loud and obnoxious, looking at Doyoung like he’s an idiot. “He’s not even hard yet, you’re gonna blow him until he comes in your mouth . ”
Doyoung and Taeyong both turn to look at each other in shock, dread on both their faces. No. Nonono. This can’t be happening. Taeyong wants to cry. He already feels guilty that Doyoung was forced to take his cock into his mouth, and now this torture can’t be over until he dirties Doyoung’s mouth with his gross cum?
He feels so apologetic to the younger boy; Doyoung doesn’t deserve this. Taeyong would trade positions with him in a heartbeat if he could.
Doyoung’s face turns rigid as if resigning himself to his fate, and once again scoots between Taeyong’s spread thighs. Eyes downcast and void of any emotions, Doyoung takes Taeyong’s cock between his fingers again to give it a few short tugs before leaning in to lick at the head, suckling gently. Taeyong bit his lips, swallowing back a tiny noise at the back of his throat. There is no way he can be sick enough to enjoy this when it must be torture for Doyoung.
Jaehyun tuts from the side, noticing Taeyong’s soft cock. “You know, the sooner you come the sooner Doyoung hyung can stop sucking your cock, right?” he leers, “unless...you’re enjoying this?”
“ No ,” Taeyong hisses, then gasps softly when Doyoung tugs at his cock with his lips. “How can I fucking enjoy this?”
Frustrated tears spring to Doyoung’s eyes. He just wants this to be over for both of them as quickly as possible, but somehow he fucked up even further and made Taeyong angry. He must think that Doyoung is some dirty pervert.
Doyoung is so ashamed of himself, and tears spill from the corners of his eyes embarrassingly as he hallows his cheeks, running his tongue along the underside of Taeyong’s cock and forcing a physical response out of it.
“No, Doie,” Taeyong whimpered softly, wanting more than anything to wipe Doyoung’s tears away and cradle him in his arms but he’s completely bound. His cheeks are flushed and he chokes back moans when his cock hardens in Doyoung’s mouth against his will. He can’t help it, can’t do anything to stop it and he hates that. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he cries while Doyoung’s head bobs between his thighs.
Jaehyun watches them with lust, jerking his cock slowly and teasing the tip. Just the scene before him is enough to bring him close to the edge, but he wants to come at the same time as Taeyong, wants to see the exact moment, his exact expression of guilt and dread when he’s forced to spill into Doyoung’s mouth.
“That’s right, suck like the little cockslut you are,” Jaehyun hums. Taeyong’s suppressed noises and the wet slurping of Doyoung’s tongue are music to his ears. “You wanted to suck Taeyong hyung’s cock so badly, didn’t you? Even though it’s so pathetically small? You should thank me, Doyoung hyung. You would’ve never gotten another chance like this again.”
Doyoung wants to shake his head, to yell no, don’t say shit like that in front of Taeyong hyung , but Taeyong’s face is contorting in pleasure that he can no longer hide, and making whiny moans that Doyoung definitely should not find arousing but does. So he sucks harder at the hard little nub, his own spit messing up his chin and the taste of Taeyong’s precum bitter on his tongue, desperately willing his own growing erection to go away. He can’t let Jaehyun see it, can’t give him the satisfaction that he’s right, and he absolutely can’t let Taeyong see it – Taeyong will never forgive him for being sick enough to get off to this.
But it doesn’t work like that. Taeyong’s leaning backward so much that Doyoung’s afraid he’s gonna tip over if it weren’t for Doyoung’s arms firmly holding his thighs down, his moans rising in urgency and pitch as Doyoung suckles at the tip with wet, obscene noises. He has to pinch his own hand to stop his hips from rutting down onto nothing. Jaehyun doesn’t let it go unnoticed.
“Oh, what’s that?” Jaehyun asks, his voice mocking and gleeful as he jerks his cock in time with every gentle bob of Doyoung’s head. “You’re hard? I fucking knew it, you’re enjoying this. What would Taeyong hyung think of you now?”
Doyoung’s face burns with shame and tears blur his vision again, but he doesn’t stop. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Taeyong’s scalding gaze, either. Taeyong must be feeling so disgusted and betrayed. Doyoung is afraid that if he looks now, he’d never be able to erase the damned sight from his memories.
Taeyong’s hips jerks, as if he wants to cant up into Doyoung’s mouth but forces himself to stay still.
“S-Stop!” Taeyong starts shaking his head frantically, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please, Doyoung stop, I can’t - ” Doyoung doesn’t stop. A sense of relief floods him when he realises Taeyong is close, which means it’s about to be over.
“Please stop,” Taeyong cries, shifting his hips to try and pull out of the warm heat. His thighs tremble violently. Now that he’s right on the edge, there’s no way he will allow himself to dirty Doyoung’s mouth with his cum. “Stop stop stop !” he begs, voice breaking, “I’m gonna come, fuck, Doyoung I’m gonna come!”
Doyoung can see Jaehyun from his peripheral, sitting straighter now and body leaning forward as he fists his cock. Ignoring Taeyong’s pleas, Doyoung locks Taeyong’s squirming hips in place with his hands and continues sucking, his tongue pressing harder under Taeyong’s cock.
“No! Oh no!” Taeyong wails, holding out for as long as he can before he’s forced to spill his cum inside Doyoung’s mouth with a loud cry. Shame and guilt immediately set his skin on fire as Doyoung sucks him through his orgasm despite wincing from the taste. Doyoung choked on his cum a little before spitting it out on Taeyong’s thigh, as Jaehyun groans lowly from the side and pushes himself over the edge as well, spurts of his release messing up the floor.
Then it's over. Doyoung doesn’t even realise he’s crying until Jaehyun’s on his knees beside him, pushing his hair out of his face and wiping his tears away to replace them with gentle kisses. “How was it, baby? Did you like it?”
Doyoung nodded, sniffling as he melts into Jaehyun’s familiar warmth. “Good. It was really good.”
“How about you, love?” Jaehyun turns to Taeyong.
“So good,” Taeyong hums in contentment. “But untie me please, there’s still cum on my leg,” he whines, wriggling his body against the restraints. Jaehyun chuckles softly, undoing the knots with fast fingers and using tissues to clean up the drying cum on Taeyong’s thigh. Once he’s free, Taeyong carefully pulls Doyoung to his feet, rubbing at the reddened spots with a cute pout.
“Now, let’s take care of you, shall we?” Taeyong presses a tender kiss against Doyoung’s lips before pulling him to the couch that Jaehyun was on earlier, careful not to step on the mess on the floor.
Jaehyun follows, draping himself over Doyoung’s lap to make out with Taeyong for a few seconds before sliding his hand into Doyoung’s pants to pull out his hard cock. Jaehyun dips his head to suck, Doyoung’s cock already smeared with precum. Taeyong tilts Doyoung’s head towards him as their soft lips collide in a slow kiss, swallowing every moan and gasp that comes from Doyoung’s mouth. He could still taste himself on Doyoung’s tongue, and he thumbs Doyoung’s cheek affectionately when the younger’s breathing becomes heavy.
Without breaking the kiss, Taeyong reaches a hand down to play with Doyoung’s balls while Jaehyun makes loud slurping noises with Doyoung’s cock in his mouth. He comes with an airy whine, and Jaehyun swallows it all, stroking his cock a few more times before letting it fall from his hands.
“We gotta clean up,” Taeyong says after a few moments of silence.
“But I don’t wanna move!” Jaehyun protests, snuggling closer to Doyoung’s side. “Can’t we just cuddle for a while?”
“Babe,” Taeyong says, deadpan, “there’s literally cum on your hands.”
“And what about it? You want some on yours too?” Jaehyun threatens jokingly, reaching a cum-covered hand to smear it across Taeyong’s arm. Taeyong yells, climbing over Doyoung’s lap to get back at Jaehyun, but his thin wrists were instantly caught in Jaehyun’s hands and forced back to his place.
“For the love of God,” Doyoung sighs, “can we just cuddle in peace?”
“Fine,” Taeyong huffed, settling back into Doyoung’s chest. “But only because I love you.”
Doyoung smiles, pressing a kiss to Taeyong’s forehead. “I love you, too.”
“And I love you, too!” Jaehyun grins, enveloping both of them in his arms.
“Gross!” Taeyong grumbles, at the same time Doyoung gives Jaehyun a kiss as well and says, “I love you, too.”