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When Jackson thought about starting college, his goal was always to be a slut with a capital S. High school hadn’t given him the right opportunities—yeah, that’s a good word—so Jackson was determined to make college count. Fuck random people and forget their names later, have a threesome, maybe even experiment with girls a little—that sort of thing. Typical college shenanigans.
But when Frosh Week actually started, Jackson had expected to at least make it to a party before someone asked to fuck him. Not that he’s complaining.
Jackson whimpers into the pillow as Mark—the college senior who’d picked him up on the walk to the kegger—slams into him again and again and again. His cock threatens to split Jackson open with every thrust and Jackson feels himself slowly unravelling. The alcohol is making his head fuzzy and he feels an orgasm building inside him. He probably would’ve come by now if Mark’s housemates didn’t keep whooping and banging on the door like wild animals, shouting things Jackson can’t quite understand, though he gathers they must have something to do with what he and Mark are doing right now. It’s kind of funny, actually, when Jackson thinks about it. It makes him feel like he’s in some horny college movie.
“Fuck off,” Mark yells toward the door as he drives himself into Jackson, then abruptly lowers his voice to a far more nonchalant tone to match his casual demeanour. “Sorry about those guys.”
“It’s—okay—” Jackson manages to say, breathless and desperate for release.
One of the guys outside shouts something about Mark taking too long and Jackson giggles despite the growing pressure in his belly.
“I would say they’re not always like this, but honestly, they usually would’ve—”
Mark is suddenly interrupted by a loud bang as the door flies open.
“—kicked open the door by now,” Mark finishes with a resigned sigh. Slowly, he pulls out of Jackson as light and people flood the room from the hallway.
Jackson squeals and scrambles under the sheets as Mark’s five housemates crowd the room, startled and suddenly very aware of how naked he is, not to mention the way he was positioned on all fours in the centre of Mark’s king-sized bed when they barged in.
“Awh, I think we scared him,” the tallest one says, laughing but also a little concerned.
“Cute,” another one with a too-bright smile agrees, sounding rather less concerned than the first.
Jackson only pulls the covers up higher, as if that will keep him safe from the now six men in the room with him. The six attractive men in the room with him, he might add. Because. . . fuck.
“Are all seniors this hot or did you just luck out with your friend group?” Jackson murmurs to Mark, who is now lounging on the bed beside him on top of the covers, his cock starting to soften as it rests lazily against his stomach.
“I wouldn’t exactly say I lucked out,” Mark replies with a chuckle as he pulls on his plaid boxers, then raises his voice to add, “Can’t you fuckers let me finish one time?” He throws a pillow in their general direction in mock frustration.
The fuckers in question ignore the pillow attack. They seem to laugh in unison as they spread themselves comfortably around the room. The tallest and smiliest ones collapse onto the edge of Mark’s bed, spreading their limbs like they own it. A particularly handsome one with large ears sits in Mark’s desk chair, while one with a rather strong jaw leans against the wall beside the door. The last one, an elegant looking man with platinum blonde hair, starts picking up the discarded clothes from the floor.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Jackson squeaks as he sees his underwear in the man’s hands.
“Aren’t these women’s?” the pretty blonde asks curiously, holding up the red lace panties to his own hips as if measuring the fit.
A blush heats Jackson’s face and neck. “My briefs were too long for my shorts,” he mumbles.
“Give them back, Bambam,” Mark says with a lazy sigh.
Bambam ignores Mark, only quirks a brow at Jackson but doesn’t press. “Jaebeom-hyung, catch,” he says, before throwing the panties at the man leaning on the wall beside the door. Then Bambam turns to Jackson and winks, saying, “Hyung likes to, uh—” He finishes his sentence with an obvious sniff.
The room, except for Jaebeom, erupts into a chorus of laughter, which only makes Jackson more mortified.
“Fuck off, Bam, I do not,” Jaebeom groans as he catches the piece of clothing and rolls his eyes. “Jinyoung’s the one with the weird kinks,” he adds, making a point of not sniffing the panties as he tosses them to the man sitting on the chair, who Jackson can only assume is the one Jaebeom is talking about. The guy—Jinyoung—doesn’t refute the point about the weird kinks, only grabs the panties from the air with a smug smirk.
“Can I have that, please?” Jackson asks meekly as he extends his arm to him, and in doing so lets the blanket fall away from his torso.
With a glance at Jackson's chest, Jinyoung raises a brow, then looks back to Jackson's face. He balls up the fabric and tosses it playfully between his left and right hands. “You can, if you come here and get it.” His voice is deep, musical. It makes Jackson's toes tingle.
“Jinyoung-ah,” Mark scolds, but his tone is far too casual to bear any real threat.
As if to affirm that, Jinyoung grins smugly and wiggles the hand holding Jackson's underwear in a teasing gesture. It’s clear he just wants to see Jackson stand, and thus let the sheet drop completely, which is only half a compliment in Jackson's mind, given the current situation. Thankfully, Jackson spots his jean shorts on the floor beside him and pointedly puts them on underneath the covers. When he looks up, he sees six pairs of eyes on him. He swallows, tries to ignore the urge to shrink away in response to the intensity of their gazes, and takes a step toward Jinyoung.
With his free hand, Jinyoung pulls Jackson forward the rest of the way. Jackson's body follows before his mind can protest and, all of a sudden, he’s straddling Jinyoung’s lap. Jinyoung’s dark eyes stare up at him, looking somewhat glazed over with intoxication, but Jackson still finds himself a little stunned by how attractive he is.
“You’ve got your shorts on now, tiny as they are,” Jinyoung teases slightly as his hand climbs up Jackson's thigh, “I don’t think you need these anymore.” He nods to the balled-up underwear in his fist.
“I’d still like them back, please,” Jackson replies, trying to keep his voice steady, trying to ignore the large, warm fingers inching their way to the hem of his shorts. He can feel his pulse quickening.
Jinyoung grins again, reading Jackson like the open book he is. “Sure, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely.” He places the small ball of pink fabric in Jackson's hand. Relieved, Jackson takes it and moves to stand up, when he feels Jinyoung’s hand reach underneath the shorts and cup the swell of his ass.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re very pretty, you know.”
It doesn’t exactly answer the question. Neither does the squeeze Jinyoung gives Jackson’s ass or the way his other hand finds Jackson's bare waist.
As Jinyoung’s eyes, dark and hungry even amongst the fog of the alcohol, remain locked onto Jackson's, it suddenly occurs to him that there are six men in the room. Six seniors. One of whom he is currently straddling. And he’s wearing nothing but jean short shorts.
Well, okay then.
“I should, uh,” Jackson starts to say, then gasps softly as Jinyoung jerks the shorts to the side and his large fingers find the edges of Jackson’s hole, still dripping with lube, “I-I should go.”
“If you want,” Jinyoung replies without missing a beat, his face carefully neutral, giving no indication that he’s in fact rubbing his fingers against Jackson's entrance, “or you could stay.”
Jinyoung keeps his voice low while the others talk amongst themselves. Jackson can’t hear what they’re saying, all his mind can focus on right now are how big Jinyoung’s fingers feel against him. Warm. Smooth. Surprisingly strong. They tease Jackson's already used hole playfully, like they’re exploring, testing, until one pushes inside just to the first knuckle and Jackson inhales sharply.
“W-with all of you?”
Jinyoung pushes his finger in a little further. “Yes, with all of us.”
“Do you—want me to stay?” Jackson asks, because even though the answer feels obvious, he’s also just. . . very new at this. He doesn’t want to make a fool of himself by assuming he’s wanted somewhere he isn’t.
“I do, but only if you want to,” Jinyoung says, his finger wiggling languidly inside Jackson before adding, “you’re very tight.”
It sounds like a compliment, though Jackson isn’t entirely sure that it is one. “Uh, thanks?” he squeaks, his hole clenching around Jinyoung’s finger.
Blame it on the alcohol, or the dizzying effects of Jinyoung’s hands and eyes, but Jackson starts to ride Jinyoung’s finger before he even realizes what he’s doing. He can’t help it, his body moves on its own, the sensation of being filled even this tiny amount causing a knee-jerk reaction to roll his hips. Jinyoung smiles, taking it as at least a partial agreement to his proposition, and thrusts his finger more intentionally.
“Are you sure the others want me here?” Jackson asks around a stifled moan.
“Why don’t you take a look and see?” Jinyoung replies smoothly as he leans forward. His lips are soft as he presses a tender kiss to the sensitive skin of Jackson's neck, the ticklish touch making Jackson turn his head to face the centre of the room.
Five pairs of eyes stare back at him. They each hold various states of emotion, but all of them, without question, are aroused. Some are tense and wanting, others intrigued and amused. But all are trained on Jackson, on his face and his body, on the way he straddles Jinyoung’s lap and rides his finger. Jackson can tell right away that they do, they want him to stay, and it sparks a feeling inside him that he longs to chase.
“So, do you still want to leave?” Jinyoung asks again, sucking a mark on Jackson's bare shoulder.
Jackson doesn’t really know how to answer, because he’s never been asked to be in a gangbang before (would it be a gangbang? An orgy? He has no clue) and he isn’t really sure what the etiquette is here. So he decides to favour instinct over reason and follow what his heart—or more likely his cock—tells him to do. He turns back to Jinyoung and captures his lips, hoping that Jinyoung will understand his answer. Jinyoung’s tongue lick into his mouth immediately, impatiently, and Jackson melts into the kiss, releasing the ball of fabric in his hand. The taste of beer and weed hits him sharply, and Jackson doesn’t know why it makes him a little crazy, but it does.
“Are you serious, Jinyoung-hyung?” one of them asks—the tall one, if Jackson recognizes the voice correctly.
Jinyoung reluctantly pulls away from Jackson's lips and faces the others. “You and Bambam have been saying—for like a year, I might add—that we should find a pretty little thing for just such an occasion.” He looks back to Jackson and brings his unoccupied hand to stroke his cheek, his gaze darkening. “Now one has waltzed into our house and Mark’s even warmed him up for us, don’t tell me you want to just let him go?”
Both the compliment and the tender caress of Jinyoung’s hand make Jackson blush. Jinyoung smiles at him sweetly, but Jackson thinks he looks more like a lion about to pounce.
“He’s got you there, Yugyeom-ah,” the smiley one says with a burst of delighted laughter.
“Oh, fuck off, Youngjae-hyung, you’re the one who put the idea in our heads,” Yugyeom snaps back at him. Youngjae only snorts in reply.
Despite the finger in his ass, and the way Jinyoung is groping Jackson’s chest with an intense concentration that reminds him of someone writing an exam, Jackson laughs at that. All heads whip to him again, as if only now remembering he’s still there, and he feels his face flush at the sudden attention.
Jinyoung brings his mouth to Jackson's ear, whispering, “Don’t worry—” he pauses, “—wait, what’s your name?”
“Jackson.”
A hum. “We’re going to take good care of you, Jackson, okay?”
“Okay,” Jackson replies with a moan, because what is he supposed to do when Jinyoung whispers in his ear and shoves his finger a little deeper.
“Good boy,” Jinyoung coos. Then he stands, lifting Jackson easily before laying him down on the bed. “So, who wants to start?”
The question, in practice, is not so easily answered.
The conversation that ensues is hard to follow with how quickly they all speak, mostly over each other, and Jackson has no choice but to lie there while they talk, naked on Mark’s bed, his ass up and legs spread wide, his cock hard and squished against the sheets. He looks between the men in the room as they discuss which of them gets to fuck him first, until his eyes find Jaebeom, who is still leaning on the wall beside the door, watching him. He’s contributed minimally to the conversation and there is a deep sort of intensity in him that Jackson finds rather calming. But it’s his gaze that Jackson focuses on, the way it trails down the lines of Jackson's body, his back, his legs, his ass. The weight of it roots Jackson to the spot and he stares back at Jaebeom, blinking slowly, until the other man’s eyes flit back up to meet his. Then, without a word, Jaebeom pushes himself off the wall and makes his way over to the bed.
Jaebeom’s hands are warm as he spreads his palms over Jackson’s waist. He squeezes, roves his hands over Jackson's curves, and Jackson gasps lightly at the shiver that courses through him. The intensity of the touch leaves him wanting more, and when he turns his head to look at Jaebeom, the man smiles. The expression catches Jackson off-guard, how genuinely handsome it makes Jaebeom look, and Jackson thinks it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Jackson shifts onto his side, not even realizing his hand is reaching up until it lands on Jaebeom’s cheek, the heat of the smooth skin like sand warmed by the sun. Jaebeom’s smile turns almost shy at the touch, a stark contrast to fervour in his eyes. For a moment, it’s just them. The others pay them no attention as they continue to argue and Jackson quickly tunes them out as Jaebeom finally presses their lips together.
Contrary to his discreet glances earlier, Jaebeom is hungry and eager now, as if he’s been watching from his spot on the wall and waiting, yearning. He takes Jackson's lips in quick, harsh kisses until he sloppily licks into his mouth, moaning as he does. The desire is so clear in every moment, every touch and taste, and Jackson is so. . . flattered. It makes him feel so special, so wanted. It’s a feeling Jackson hadn’t even realized he’d been missing, ever since he and his ex broke up before graduation. But now, with Jaebeom roaming his body, humming with what seems like approval at every squeeze of Jackson's thighs and ass, Jackson forgets about what happened before. He just sighs into the touch, the appreciation, the idea of being wanted this much causing the heat to pool in his belly. Kissing Jaebeom back feels natural and he starts to roll over completely to face him, but Jaebeom presses him back down onto his stomach. He rolls his hips against Jackson's ass, the eagerness clear as day in each small, aborted thrust. Jackson can feel Jaebeom’s rather large—and fully hard—dick poking him and he groans at the anticipation of feeling it inside him. The noise must set something off in Jaebeom, because he wastes no time after that, grabbing Jackson's ass and sinking himself into Jackson’s already lubed hole in one smooth motion.
The sudden presence of something this large makes Jackson gasp, his hole clenching tightly around Jaebeom’s cock. His legs spread farther apart instinctively to let Jaebeom reach deeper inside him. Jaebeom thrusts his hips in fast, shallow bursts, panting heavily against Jackson's skin, kissing and licking Jackson's neck and shoulders.
“Uh, guys?” Bambam says suddenly, his voice raised above the others. “It looks like Jaebeom-hyung started already.”
Jaebeom grunts against Jackson's ear, the skin tingling from the vibrations of Jaebeom’s mouth. “You guys were talking too much.”
Someone’s laughter follows, and the condescending tone of it makes Jackson think it must be Youngjae. “Don’t worry, hyung won’t take long.”
Jackson giggles against the sheets and Jaebeom bites his ear in retaliation. A tense silence lands over the room as the others find their places around them, watching each in their own distinct way. It is somehow both comfortable and disconcerting at the same time. Even though he can’t see all of them, Jackson feels their eyes on him, feels the weight of their gazes, and can’t help the wave of self-consciousness that comes with it even as he tries to shut it down.
All of a sudden, he is compelled to stifle his moans, to make himself smaller than he is. He feels panic rise in his throat as he wonders for a moment if he’s made a mistake. He’s been too eager, and definitely too ambitious, to think he could ever do something like this. These are college seniors, and he’s just a lowly, awkward freshman with a sexual history that could fit on a post-it note. Something like this. . . he doesn’t do this. This isn’t him.
And yet.
Every plunge of Jaebeom’s cock doesn’t make him want to stop. No, it makes him want more, so much more. He wants to be touched, to be kissed and filled. Not just by Jaebeom, but all of them. He wants all of them.
As if in answer to his silent call, there are suddenly hands in his hair, stroking comfortingly. “Look at you, Jackson-ah,” Mark’s low voice murmurs in his ear, the roughness of it sending a tremor of want down his spine.
The sound grounds Jackson and he takes a deep breath. He focuses on Jaebeom’s cock driving into him and the pleasure that comes with it, on Mark’s tender hands in his hair and his comforting words, on the lips and hands—he couldn’t even venture a guess as to who they belong to—making their way over his arms, his spread legs. The attention, the touch, it’s dizzying and overwhelming, but it’s also. . . beautiful. To be a plaything for these six men, to be here solely for their pleasure and to let himself be pleasured in turn as they see fit. It’s not something he’s really felt before, this acceptance of being used, but he’s starting to get the sense that it’s always been there, deep down.
Sure, maybe doing something like this wasn’t him before. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be.
Jackson heaves a reflexive sigh that carries a weight far greater than what the present moment calls for. Whether or not the others noticed this inner emotional debate, Jackson doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. He quiets his mind and just cherishes each unique sensation incited by the three, maybe four, people on him. He lets his moans and whimpers flow a little freer, relishing the sensation of being wanted and treasured.
True to Youngjae’s promise, Jaebeom doesn’t take long. He fills Jackson with his come and Jackson groans at the rather unforgiving thrusts he finishes with. It’s a surprisingly satisfying feeling—even though he didn’t come himself, Jackson finds he is satiated alone from the notion of having made Jaebeom get there.
Before Jackson can even whine at the sensation of being empty again, someone grabs his hips and hikes them up in the air. Jackson gasps at the large, slender fingers that start to tease at his somewhat loosened entrance. He leans his weight on his forearms and arches his back, pushing himself back onto the fingers to urge them inside.
A giggle comes from behind him as the fingers refuse to go any further than the rim of Jackson's hole. “Hyung’s come is still dripping out of you and you already want more?”
It’s Yugyeom who is speaking. Yugyeom who is teasing him, spreading the dribbles of Jaebeom’s come over Jackson's tender skin.
“Please,” Jackson begs, casting a pleading glance over his shoulder, but Yugyeom only continues with his lazy caresses.
Soon someone comes to stand beside the bed in front of him. Then, just as Jackson lets out a moan from Yugyeom pushing two fingers inside him, a cock is shoved in his mouth. He doesn’t even know who it is, but somehow that makes it better. It adds to the feeling of being used and Jackson feels his stomach clench. He takes as much of the length into his mouth as he can—which is really only half of it, the thing is huge—and does his best to spread his lips around it even with Yugyeom pumping his fingers into him painfully slowly. A long exhale comes from above and Jackson continues faster, spurred on by the notion that, whoever it is, they’re at least enjoying it. Enjoying him.
A hand comes to rest on the back of his head. It feels steady, strong. Jackson isn’t sure whether it belongs to the same person whose cock is in his mouth or someone else, but it doesn’t really matter. Not when the hand pushes him down further, forcing him to take the cock so deeply that the thick head hits the back of his throat. Jackson gags, choking around the intrusion and coughing as the hand lessens its grip to let him pull off.
“You have a gag reflex,” Youngjae hums in amused thought as he strokes the back of Jackson's hair, “but you can do better for Jinyoung-hyung, can’t you?”
Oh, so it’s Jinyoung’s cock in his mouth. Youngjae’s hand guiding his head. Yugyeom’s fingers in his ass.
Yeah, okay.
Jackson forgets the question but nods anyway. It feels like the right response.
“You just need practice,” Youngjae insists as he pushes Jackson's head the rest of the way, making him deepthroat Jinyoung’s entire cock. Jackson chokes again and Youngjae releases him once more as he coughs, saliva dribbling down his chin. The laugh Youngjae lets out is only inches away from cruel.
“Sorry, I’ve only done this a few times,” Jackson apologizes as he wipes his mouth, the syllables coming out stuttered as Yugyeom’s teasing fingers begin to scissor him open.
Youngjae’s only reply is to push Jackson's head onto Jinyoung’s length again. Jackson grunts around it as Yugyeom slaps his ass.
“You mean sucking cock or fucking?” Bambam asks from somewhere beside him.
Jackson starts to speak, because simply being asked a question spurs his urgent impulse to provide an answer right away, but he forgets that his mouth is still full and ends up uttering only a few incoherent vowels before realizing no one can understand him. It must be amusing, because Jinyoung chuckles and Youngjae releases Jackson's head to let him speak.
“Both,” Jackson squeaks, his voice cracking on the word, “I’ve only been with my ex. Before tonight, I mean,” he adds, because he’s already tripled his number of partners and the night isn’t even over.
A punched-out noise comes from above and Jackson's head darts upwards to see Jinyoung looking visibly uncomfortable, his jaw clenched.
Jackson’s cheeks heat. Why did I tell them that? Saying he’s only been with one other person isn’t exactly a turn on, especially for college seniors who are no doubt far more experienced than him. Maybe it’s not too late to pretend it was a joke, to lie and say he was actually a slut in high school or something. He can just laugh it off, he can—
“Well, aren't you a wet dream come to life,” Youngjae whispers next to Jackson's ear, his smooth voice laced with delighted surprise, “Jinyoung likes them inexperienced.”
Oh.
Jackson looks up at Jinyoung at that, for confirmation, and blinks once. Twice. Jinyoung swallows hard and makes a deep, almost growling noise.
“Am I bigger than him, the other one person you had before tonight?” he asks slowly before thrusting his hips forward into Jackson's mouth again. “Am I the biggest you’ve ever had?” he asks as he feeds his cock down Jackson's throat.
Jackson gargles and chokes around Jinyoung’s heavy cock, the blush trailing down his face and neck as Youngjae laughs and rests his hand at the base of Jackson's skull, but manages to nod.
“Good.”
Jinyoung’s approval echoes in Jackson's core and he is filled with newfound determination. Despite Yugyeom doing who knows what to his asshole and the way the tight muscles of his throat scream at him around the width of Jinyoung’s shaft, Jackson pushes on. He forces himself to relax, he ignores the discomfort, staying steady with the help of Youngjae holding his head for him. The gesture would feel tender, even sweet, if Youngjae’s grip wasn’t so strong and he wasn’t forcing Jackson's mouth down more and more each time. Still, as uncomfortable as it is, Jackson finds himself enjoying it. He likes the feeling of taking Jinyoung so deeply that he chokes. He likes Youngjae’s firm, unforgiving grip making him do it. And he likes the way Yugyeom doesn’t stop playing with him, seemingly in his own world, never slowly down even when Jackson coughs and stutters for breath.
“There you go, Jackson-ah,” Jinyoung says as Jackson finally fits his entire length down his throat without gagging, wiping Jackson's tears with the same hand that was inside him at the start of this whole thing, “taking all of me so well.”
“He’s a natural,” Yugyeom adds casually as he shoves three of his fingers inside Jackson, and the others hum their agreement.
The words of praise settle warmly inside Jackson's chest, they spark into something that sets fire to his skin and thrums through his veins. And then Yugyeom pushes his fingers in deeper, his longest one brushing against a spot that makes Jackson jolt. The sensation is completely new and it seizes control of him, takes that fire already coursing through him and focuses it, directs to a place where it can be channeled into something physical. It brings Jackson over the edge, both the praise and the stimulation of what Jackson assumes must be his prostate, and he comes with a high moan.
“I think he just came,” Jaebeom says, a bit surprised.
Youngjae reaches beneath Jackson, running his hand down Jackson's abdomen and over his softening, sensitive cock. Jackson's body jerks at the touch but Youngjae doesn’t pull away, only flips him over—with one hand, somehow—to let everyone see the mess Jackson made on the sheets and his own abdomen. “We didn’t even touch him,” Youngjae hums happily.
“I wonder how many times we can make him come,” Bambam considers seriously, an aroused undertone in his voice.
Yugyeom joins his musings with the same well-considered tone, resuming his work on Jackson's oversensitive hole despite the change in position. “Two, at least, maybe three?”
The two regard each other and nod in agreement. Jackson can’t even come up with a snappy response, his mind a little woozy as he comes down from the euphoria of his release.
“Move, Yugyeom, I want to fuck him,” Youngjae orders suddenly. Yugyeom quickly slips his fingers out of Jackson and shifts out of the way.
It’s like a punch in the gut as Youngjae folds Jackson's legs up into his chest and thrusts into him without restraint. Jackson's hole is raw and used, and even though the easier glide from lube and some of Jaebeom’s come helps with that, the aftershocks of his orgasm have sent him into an oversensitivity that plays on the edge of discomfort. But still, Jackson's body sighs in relief, the contentment of no longer being empty overshadowing everything else.
“I know you’re new, but you’ll learn I’m one of the better ones here,” Youngjae says, deep and commanding even with the bright grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he grips Jackson's hips, digging his fingers into the skin. “So be loud for me, I want to hear how much you like my cock.”
Youngjae’s voice, along with that dizzying smile playing on his lips, sets something alight in Jackson that spreads through his body. He moans louder, since he has always responded well to authority—but it must not be enough, because Youngjae grabs Jackson's softened, sensitive cock, squeezing it hard and thumbing the head until Jackson cries out.
“That’s better,” Youngjae says with another cheerful smile as he releases Jackson, and Jackson huffs a breath in relief. “Bam, Gyeom, take his mouth.”
The mattress shifts as Bambam and Yugyeom eagerly scramble to stand at the edge of it behind Jackson. One of them pulls his head backward to let it hang off the edge. He sees, upside-down, two figures looming over him, jerking their cocks right beside his face. Jackson opens his mouth instinctually and instantly feels it filled by one of them, though he can’t tell which. In this position he can’t exactly move his head, so he just keeps his mouth open, relaxes his throat, and lets them use his mouth as they please.
“I can’t hear you, Jackson-ah,” Youngjae croons from below as he drives into Jackson.
Dazedly, Jackson tries to moan, to do what Youngjae asked, but it’s hard to be loud with Yugyeom and Bambam alternating feeding him their cocks, each of them thrusting a few times into his mouth before pulling out and letting the other do the same. He groans around the weight of their cocks, even with the sound muffled from his mouth being filled, even with his throat raw and hoarse from so much use. Youngjae gives him no indication that it’s to his liking, so Jackson just keeps going. Trails of saliva run between Bambam and Yugyeom’s cocks and Jackson's lips each time they pull out and soon Jackson’s face is a mess of drool and precome. When Bambam shoves his cock down Jackson's throat all the way, Jackson feels himself start to gag but holds it down, just as he did earlier with Jinyoung.
“Fuck, look at his throat,” Bambam groans.
The others watching them seem to take a collective inhale. Youngjae actually slows his pace for a moment.
“Jesus.”
Jackson feels his mouth filling with saliva as Bambam keeps his cock where it is. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but with the cock down his throat he can’t exactly ask, so all he can manage is a muddled gargle.
“We can see his dick moving in your throat,” Jinyoung, somehow able to understand Jackson's odd form of communication, explains with a tense voice.
Bambam hums softly. “Yours will probably show even more, Yugs,” he says as he pulls out. Jackson gasps for air, taking a sharp breath before Yugyeom pushes himself down Jackson’s throat.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Jackson doesn’t know which one of them says it. It doesn’t even matter. He can barely breathe like this as they continue feeding Jackson their cocks in turn, not even giving him a moment in between to catch his breath. Jackson was already panting from Youngjae driving into him again at full force, but now he struggles even more as the air works to reach his airway around the cock inside him.
But still, it feels good. He feels good. He feels used and useful. It’s the same high he gets from winning a match, when he’s exhausted and can barely think straight, and all he knows is that he’s done something good.
Then Bambam pulls out suddenly and Jackson feels warm liquid spurt onto his face.
Did he just—?
“Shit, sorry Jack—” Bambam starts, and Jackson realizes that, yes, Bambam did just come on his face. His come adds to the mess of saliva and precome already all over Jackson, which is just—fuck, it’s just really hot. Even the idea of it stirs Jackson's arousal, makes his cock start to harden again, and before Bambam can finish his apology, Jackson actually moans.
“Don’t apologize,” Youngjae says with a heartless laugh as he thrusts his hips harder, “Yugyeom, you do it too.”
Yugyeom follows Youngjae’s instruction and continues. He is far more eager than he ought to be with a dick of his size, Jackson choking around it before consciously reminding himself to relax his throat as best he can so Yugyeom can fit. Soon Yugyeom’s come joins Bambam’s on Jackson's face and Jackson lets out a whiny, happy sigh. With Youngjae still plunging his cock into him and now having both Yugyeom’s and Bambam’s come on him, Jackson feels himself completely hard again, his length bobbing against his abdomen with each of Youngjae’s thrusts. He blinks his sticky eyelashes once, then brings a finger to collect some of the come on his cheek—timing it carefully with Youngjae’s movements to avoid poking his eye out—before licking it off. It’s sweet and salty, a strange mix of flavours from each of the two men who produced it, but it’s surprisingly pleasant. He hums as he sucks his finger clean.
“Do you like it?” Bambam coos, crouching down to whisper low in Jackson's ear. He uses his own two fingers to gather up more of their come, rubbing it over Jackson's lips until he opens them. Bambam’s hands are sure and insistent as he feeds Jackson their come, shoving his fingers into his mouth before Jackson can respond to his question. Jackson groans as he sucks on Bambam’s long fingers, the weight of them heavy on his tongue as he licks them clean.
“Don’t swallow yet,” Youngjae orders, barely even breathless, as he continues fucking Jackson through it all. Then, just as Bambam is finished cleaning Jackson's face, Jackson feeling his mouth full of both Yugyeom and Bambam’s come, Youngjae pulls out quickly. Jackson winces at the sharp pain, his eyes closing involuntary, and he whines around his mouthful of come. When he bats his lashes again, he finds Youngjae kneeling over him.
“Open.”
Jackson opens his mouth.
With a low groan, Youngjae adds his come to the mixture on Jackson's tongue. Some gets on his lips and nose, but Jackson doesn’t care, he just lies there with his mouth open, waiting for further instruction. When Youngjae is done, he crouches down to bring himself eye-level with Jackson and grabs his chin. Youngjae’s gaze is searing, rooting Jackson to the spot, and he can’t help but flinch.
“Swallow.”
Jackson obeys, gulping the thick liquid down his raw throat. It’s almost soothing. Youngjae finally smiles, his eyes softening, and a flame of satisfaction alights in Jackson's core.
“God, it’s like a fucking porno,” Jaebeom mumbles, cutting through the intensity of the moment.
Jinyoung grunts, then adds hoarsely, “It’s better.”
Jackson looks to them and finds the others all watching him with expressions of strain or disbelief. Mark gets up nonchalantly, but the way his cock is currently straining against his boxers gives him away.
“Well, I need a fucking beer.”
The others take a break while Bambam brings in some beers and pizza. They talk amongst themselves, comfortable enough with one another that even being in nothing but their underwear doesn’t seem to phase them.
“Can I go next?” Yugyeom asks as he chews a monstrous bite of pizza.
“You literally just came,” Mark retorts.
“I usually bounce back pretty fast.”
“You’re a freak.”
“You’re just jealous because my dick is bigger than yours and my recovery time is better.”
As the others bicker, Jackson lies in that same spot where they left him, his legs still hugged to his chest, his body tired and worn out, but his mind racing with everything else he wants to do, to be done to him. He doesn’t really know why, but he feels insatiable. Even though he already came once, his arousal seems only to have grown. What Youngjae, Bambam, and Yugyeom did, it spurred on a slew of desires that now course through Jackson with every beat of his heart. He feels wracked with it—this need to be touched, to be filled again. Right now, he is so empty, so bare, so alone, and he hates it. He hates it. He can’t stop the whine that escapes him, desperate to find some skin to hold onto, until he feels a hand grasp his.
“You okay, Jackson?”
Jackson looks up at the sound. It’s Jaebeom. Sweet, beautiful Jaebeom, who Jackson hadn’t even noticed didn’t get up to eat or drink with the rest of them. Holding his hand, stroking it fondly, in direct contrast to his keen eyes wandering over Jackson's form. Jackson yearns for more touch than just a caress of the hand, aches to have Jaebeom explore every inch of him with his tongue and teeth.
“Hyung,” Jackson begs, because he doesn’t know exactly how to say what he needs, but he hopes that Jaebeom will understand his plea.
Maybe it’s because he already fucked Jackson earlier, or maybe it’s because situations like these create a heightened awareness for the needs of others, but whatever the reason, Jaebeom thankfully knows exactly what Jackson wants. In a flash, he is on top of Jackson, kissing his neck and roaming his hands over Jackson's legs still folded against his chest. Jaebeom’s hands aren’t as large as the others but the contact is enough to make Jackson groan and whine as they eagerly, hungrily squeeze his thighs and dig into his skin. Jaebeom pecks kisses down Jackson's body, leaving tender teeth marks in his wake, until he reaches where Jackson wants him most.
It takes barely a second before Jaebeom is rubbing his hands along Jackson’s taint and over his hole, massaging the come and lube across the sensitive skin. Jackson feels so open, barely able to clench around Jaebeom’s (two? Three?) fingers as he pushes them inside.
“Fuck.”
The swear is barely louder than a breath, but Jackson is attentive to every part of Jaebeom right now and he feels the emotion in that one word like a blow to the gut.
Then there is a tongue where the fingers were. A hot, strong tongue, licking circles around the edge of his entrance and flicking itself inside him. Jaebeom rolls Jackson’s hips up so his tailbone is off the bed, keeping Jackson's ass lifted with both hands and spreading his legs to eat him out fully. Jaebeom is sloppy in his movements with how impatient he is, as if he can’t lick Jackson fast enough, can’t lap up all the come and lube in the way he wants. As Jaebeom works, there is a growing feeling in Jackson's belly, one of satisfaction and indulgence and pleasure. He feels so wet, so open, so wanted. A light, contented whimper escapes his lips, and Jaebeom’s tongue seems to become even more eager in response, happily taking everything Jackson has to give.
“Jeez, we can’t leave you two alone for five minutes, huh?” Mark jokes as the others finally notice what Jaebeom and Jackson are doing.
Jackson would laugh, but he can’t. It’s not as funny when Jaebeom’s tongue is so much stronger than it looks, licking all over him and into him. That sensation in his stomach rises and spreads, but Jackson can feel something blocking it. He moans as he chases the orgasm that seems just out of reach, whining and clutching Jaebeom’s hair in his fists.
It’s only when two pairs of lips lock onto each of his nipples and another captures his mouth that Jackson’s orgasm starts to crest. The four mouths on him are relentless, determined to help him get to where he is trying so desperately to go, despite not letting him move an inch with the way they hold him down, keep him locked in place against the sheets. He can’t tell who is licking and sucking on his nipples. He can’t tell who is kissing him, their tongue invading his mouth and swallowing up each of his moans. He tries instead to focus on each of their lips, their tongues, rather than their identities. And soon, Jackson cries out into the mouth of the one kissing him, the sound muffled but still loud and high-pitched, and he comes all over his stomach. Jaebeom pulls away from Jackson's ass and licks the come from his abdomen instead, cleaning him up as the others continue to lick and suck against Jackson's lips and nipples. Jackson thought they would have stopped after he came, he thought they wanted to help him reach his release, but they continue as if that wasn’t their goal at all. It’s too much, it’s all too much, especially when Jaebeom licks the come off of Jackson's spent cock, and Jackson whimpers from the overstimulation.
Finally, when the merciless mouths on him have had their fill, they let Jackson go. Jackson flutters his lashes open to see that it was Yugyeom kissing him, Jinyoung and Mark sucking on his tits. They look at him with dark eyes, heavy with need, and Jackson feels the blood rush to his dick even in its ruined state. Because their gazes are so deep, so honest in their desire for him, so purely filled with nothing but arousal. Jackson can only stare back at them, lost and hopelessly overwhelmed as his body trembles in the wake of his orgasm.
“Do you always come untouched?” Jinyoung asks curiously, a slight tilt to his head. “That’s the second time now.”
The question snaps Jackson out of his trance. “Oh, I—uh,” he stammers, because in his very limited experience in sex, this odd sort of talent had never presented itself, “I don’t know?”
Yugyeom saves Jackson from having to explain any further by pushing through the others and flipping him over. With some much-needed help from Bambam, Jackson is propped up on his hands and knees, ready to let Yugyeom do what he wants.
Only a second passes before Jackson feels Yugyeom’s large but gentle hands roam over his ass once again—squeezing, playing, testing. They explore every curve Jackson has, the heat of their touch sending waves of pleasure through Jackson and he arches his back on instinct. That’s all the pretense Jackson gets, and soon Yugyeom sinks into him. As Jackson already knew from taking Yugyeom down his throat, the man is huge in every sense of the word, both in length and girth. Jackson is silently thankful that Yugyeom waited for the others to use him first so that he was loosened enough for him. Now, with his hole open and relaxed, Jackson can actually enjoy every inch of Yugyeom and he fucks him. Yugyeom’s pace is unhurried, as if savouring it just the way Jackson is, pulling out all the way each time he rolls his hips backward and making Jackson grunt when he slams inside.
“Look, he’s gaping,” Yugyeom says suddenly, surprise lacing his words.
The mattress dips as the others scramble over to see what Yugyeom sees, and when Yugyeom pulls out again, the room seems to take a collective inhale.
Jackson feels a sense of profound satisfaction from rendering six men speechless just by looking at his gaping hole, and he takes a moment to appreciate how far he’s come tonight. Growth.
Youngjae is the first one to find his voice. “You know,” he says casually, “I think especially after you’re done with him, Gyeomie, we can probably fit two of us in there.”
Wait, what?
With a sigh, Jackson lowers himself onto Mark’s already hard cock, the shaft slipping inside Jackson's lubed and open hole with ease. Behind his spot straddling Mark on the bed, Jackson can hear Bambam getting ready. A shiver courses through him with anticipation.
“Hey, you still okay with this?” Mark asks with a comforting hand on Jackson's cheek, the touch slowing his beating heart a little.
Jackson nods, because he is. He is more than okay, actually. He wants this. But that doesn’t mean he’s not nervous, especially when he’s never even thought about doing something like this. Well, that’s a lie. He’s thought about it, but only in that way people think about unattainable things, like winning the lottery or living on the moon. Having it actually happen is, well, a lot to take in.
Literally.
Mark speaks again, cutting through Jackson's daydreaming. “If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”
“No, I-I can do it,” Jackson insists with another nod, trying to make his voice sound as sure as he feels—which, to be fair, is not that sure.
Mark chuckles and pulls Jackson’s head down to meet his own. Jackson can feel the calm emanating from the man below him, the soothing aura seeping into his own body through their joined lips, and his body sighs against Mark’s form.
“You can move, when you’re ready,” he says when their mouths part again, “Bam will join in soon.”
Rather than nodding yet again, because he doesn’t want to come across like that much of an idiot, Jackson starts to move. Mark is hot and strong inside him and Jackson focuses on it, lets it root him to the moment and melt away his anxieties. He groans, both from the now so familiar sensation of being filled and from the fatigue seeping the energy out of his body. He moves slowly, carefully, his entire being anticipating the moment when Bambam will start touching him, start working himself into the rhythm he and Mark are creating. Sure enough, Jackson soon feels hands grasping his ass and touching the spots where his and Mark’s bodies meet. At first the contact jolts Jackson—in the same way that you might jump at a boom of thunder even when you know there’s a storm outside—but Bambam’s hands respond to Jackson's uncertainty and gently caress along his curves. He gets Jackson used to his sure, eager fingers, as if preparing his body for what is to come, and soon the touch is no longer overwhelming, no longer too much. When Jackson relaxes, his muscles shifting from taught and tense to soft and pliant, Bambam moves his hands to tease Jackson's entrance where Mark’s cock is gliding in and out.
The first finger goes in easily. Jackson barely notices it alongside Mark, just another drop in the ocean with how much he’s gone through tonight. Mark’s hands find Jackson's ass and they spread his cheeks to give Bambam more space. Jackson feels himself stretching eagerly for more and when Bambam slips in his second finger, Jackson sighs happily, his entire being vibrating with a deep sense of contented relief. Bambam is still hardly stretching Jackson any more than he had been earlier in the night, but the added pressure just feels so right. It’s the third finger, though, that makes Jackson gasp.
Bambam swears as he twists in his finger inside along with the other two, obviously struggling a bit more than before. Jackson whines because the stretch is something now, and even though it’s good, it’s really good, he can’t help but wonder if Bambam will actually fit.
Jackson doesn’t even realize he’s stopped moving until Mark starts thrusting up into him, Bambam’s fingers resting on Mark’s cock to slide in with him.
“Try now, Bam-ah,” Jinyoung’s voice rumbles, the eager arousal dripping from every syllable, “he looks loose enough.”
They pause as Bambam removes his fingers and Jackson can feel the head of a cock poking at his hole right next to Mark’s. Bambam tries to push the tip in and Jackson sucks in a breath, his body tightening on instinct. Even though they picked the least girthy of the group to do this, there are still two of them.
Fuck, Jackson thinks, this isn’t going to work.
“Bam?” Mark asks from below, as blind as Jackson to what Bambam is doing.
“Just give me—” Bambam struggles around the words, his voice strained with the effort, “—a fucking second.”
Mark giggles and the noise brings Jackson back to him, the bright, easy laugh and steady demeanour. Though he probably shouldn’t move while Bambam is trying to. . . do what he’s doing. . . Jackson is overcome with the need to be closer to Mark. Even more than they already are. He leans his head down, the skin of their chests just barely grazing against each other, and presses their lips together. Mark hums into his mouth and moves his hands to Jackson's face. The heat of Mark’s skin is sure and grounding, and Jackson finds comfort in the small embrace.
“Wait, stay like that, Jackson,” Bambam says, his tone suddenly filled with hope. “The angle is better.”
Jackson is relieved to hear it. If they’re really going to do this, he needs to be this close to someone, for some reason it helps him process everything else going on. He keeps his eyes trained on Mark’s, his kind gaze and reassuring smile, and thinks that maybe, maybe, they can do this.
But as Bambam tries to push himself in again, Jackson groans with their combined effort. He already feels so. . . crowded, and now with Bambam trying to make himself fit where he isn’t supposed to, it’s just too much.
A low “fuck” comes from behind them.
“This isn’t going to work,” Jaebeom mumbles, and Jackson can hear the disappointment in his words.
“Yes, it will,” Jackson grounds out. It has to, they’ve come this far already, and Jackson has never been a quitter.
“Yeah, hyung, shut up,” Bambam adds in protest, pulling back and heaving a determined sigh, “I can do it, fuck—I just need more lube.”
“I doubt that’s the issue here,” Yugyeom says sympathetically.
“Just give me the bottle, Yugs,” Bambam snaps, and Jackson can almost hear the impatient gesture he makes with his arm.
It takes a second before the bottle cap makes a light pop and then Bambam is pushing himself in again alongside Mark once more. Bambam doesn’t make a sound, just exhales long and slow, as he forces the head of his cock inside, far too focused on what he’s doing to say anything. Though at this point they all seem to be holding their breaths.
While the rest of the room is silent, Jackson is far from it. He cries out at the stretch and the burn and the flash of pain that hits him like a truck. His body begs to shrink away from the intrusion, but with Mark and Bambam holding him steady, Jackson's efforts amount to nothing more than a deep arch of his back. It’s so much, so much more than he can handle, but he can’t seem to form the words to say it aloud. All he can do is whimper and whine as Mark presses soft, sweet kisses to his lips.
“I can’t believe this is actually working,” Youngjae muses softly in a delighted tone.
Bambam stops his movements and yanks an incoherent plea out of Jackson. “This was your idea,” Bambam snarls at Youngjae.
“You’re welcome.”
With a snort, and likely an eye roll too, Bambam returns his focus to Jackson, continuing his efforts slowly and surely. The stretch feels steadier now, which Jackson gathers must mean that Bambam is at least inside past the head, but the feeling is unlike anything he has ever experienced before. Whatever Jackson thought this would be like, whatever he had expected in the deepest parts of his mind, he was utterly wrong. Because it’s not just being so incredibly open, stretched more than he has ever been, he’s also completely powerless, completely at the mercy of the two men inside him, keeping him in place.
“Breathe,” Mark whispers quietly enough so only Jackson can hear, “you’re doing so well.”
Jackson tries to nod but his head doesn’t move. He feels anchored to the spot, entirely helpless as Bambam inches his way in further beside Mark. But even with the added pressure and burn, there is also a matching amount of pleasure creeping up too. It grows with every inch Bambam pushes inside until he bottoms out, and Jackson groans.
“Fuck,” Bambam sighs, the sound holding the weight of the world, “it’s so tight.”
Mark grunts in agreement, and then they start to move. And thank goodness for that, because if they had expected Jackson to do anything other than whine and moan, he would probably have just fallen over. Bambam soon finds a steady rhythm of driving his cock inside Jackson and along Mark’s own, giving all of them some much needed friction. Mark stays mostly steady, adding nothing but the smallest, almost unintentional, rolls of his hips in response to the slide of Bambam’s cock against his. Jackson just lets it all happen, partly because he doesn’t know what he would do even if he wanted to, but mostly because he can’t move, not when he is speared on both of their cocks, almost suspended between them with nowhere to go. He makes every noise under the sun and pours them all into Mark’s mouth, sloppily giving him what can barely even be called kisses.
“You okay, Jackson?” Yugyeom asks absentmindedly, clearly wanting to make sure Jackson is alright even while he himself is rather preoccupied watching it all happen.
“Yeah,” Jackson thinks he says, though it comes out more like an incoherent blabber as Bambam hits the tender nerves of his prostate. He whimpers against Mark’s mouth and gives him another wet kiss. Mark takes it in stride and holds Jackson against his chest, rubbing his thumbs in sweet circles over Jackson's ass, the heat and security of the embrace enough to keep Jackson afloat. He can’t even comprehend half of what he’s feeling, the emotions and sensations crashing in waves over his body and his mind as Mark and Bambam fill him more than he has ever been filled. He has never felt so completely full as he is like this. He has never felt so used, so vulnerable. He has never felt so wanted.
“Look how. . . open he is,” Jaebeom remarks, and Jackson groans as Bambam increases his pace by a fraction.
“He looks incredible,” Jinyoung adds in his honeyed voice, low and hungry and wanting.
“Like he was made for it,” Youngjae agrees, far more cheerfully than the situation probably calls for.
“Shit, how are you doing this, Jackson. . . ?” Yugyeom asks with genuine curiosity, and even though Jackson knows it’s a rhetorical question, he still manages a “fuck you” back to him.
Mark comes with a deep groan into Jackson's mouth. He bites Jackson's bottom lip and grips his ass tighter before filling Jackson up even more than he already is. Bambam’s movements stutter as Mark thrusts alongside him, both of them bottoming out completely and pulling out the moan already dancing on Jackson's lips. He can feel the warmth of come add to the mess inside him as both Mark and Bambam seem to pause, and as soon as Mark pulls out, so does Bambam. Then Jackson feels hot liquid spurting onto his back as Bambam comes on him. There is nothing left in him to be embarrassed by it, the shame fucked away by every cock he’s taken tonight.
Jackson whimpers at the abrupt change from taking in so much to just. . . nothing. He rolls onto his back with a gentle push from Mark, uncaring that Bambam’s come is still on him, uncaring that he was too tired to even come himself. The bed shifts as the others settle around him in a very crude version of what can only be called a cuddle puddle. Jackson’s body is tired, his mind is dizzy, and soon his mind starts to fade away. But before sleep can take him, Jackson feels familiar hands on his body. The same hands that started this whole thing. It seems like a lifetime ago.
Jackson flutters his eyes open and sees Jinyoung hovering over him. Oh, that’s right, Jinyoung hasn’t—
Jinyoung smiles as he sees the recognition in Jackson’s eyes. “Up for one more?” he asks softly, wiping a stray tear from underneath Jackson's eye. He doesn’t take his hand away.
“I—I don’t think I can come again,” Jackson admits, assuming that if he wasn’t able to with both Mark and Bambam, he’s probably done for the night. His body is so tired, anyway, the thought of doing anything but lying here like a lump is too much to handle.
“You don’t need to,” Jinyoung replies as he spreads Jackson's legs without pretense.
“But,” Jackson protests dazedly, not because he doesn’t want Jinyoung—he does, he can feel his body hum with excitement just from Jinyoung’s touch—but Jinyoung can’t want him anymore, not after everything that happened. “I just. . . there were two of them. At once.”
“I know.”
The hungry, pleased look in Jinyoung’s dark eyes makes Jackson blush. He likes the idea that Jinyoung was watching, that maybe he liked what he saw.
“Aren’t I not inexperienced enough for you now?” Jackson mumbles wearily. He tries to add a teasing quality to his voice, but he doubts it comes across.
Jinyoung cocks his head curiously. “Seun-ah, you’re perfect,” he replies, stroking Jackson’s cheek with the back of his hand—and oh, Jackson can feel his tired heart flutter at the pet name, the caress, all of it.
“You’ll just need to clench a little harder for me, okay?”
Right, Jackson thinks as he releases the breath he was holding, because I’m loose now. Looser than he’s ever been, and Jinyoung won’t want that. But Jackson can be what Jinyoung needs him to be, he’ll do whatever Jinyoung wants—he’s pretty sure he’d cut off his own arm if Jinyoung asked him to.
“Okay.”
When Jinyoung slides into Jackson, his large, heavy cock burying inside Jackson's body in one effortless stroke, it feels somehow different than with the others. Maybe it’s because Jinyoung is the last one and a sense of finality has landed over them both, over the room. Or perhaps it’s because of Jinyoung himself, of that intense but sweet quality in his gaze that makes something like tenderness bloom in Jackson's chest. Whatever it is, Jackson can’t help but feel, even with the others all around them, their breathing heavy with exhaustion but their eyes still watching, like he and Jinyoung are completely alone. As if, while Jinyoung is inside him, the rest of the world fades into nothing.
“Clench, Jackson,” Jinyoung says as he pulls Jackson's legs apart further, plunging deep into him, bottoming out easily and brushing Jackson's prostate with every thrust of his hips.
Jackson does. He tries as hard as he can, even while his body is so, so tired. But it seems to help, because Jinyoung’s breathing increases to match Jackson's tired pants. And when he leans forward to take Jackson's mouth with his, a movement that stretches Jackson's legs even wider, Jackson can feel the desire and need on Jinyoung’s lips.
“You looked beautiful tonight, sweetheart,” Jinyoung murmurs quietly against Jackson's mouth, sending a ticklish shiver down his spine. “You did so well, taking all of us the way you did.”
It feels silly to say ‘thank you’, so Jackson just clenches tighter around Jinyoung’s cock, moans into his mouth, wraps his arms around Jinyoung’s neck.
“But next time, I’ll go first,” Jinyoung continues, making Jackson tremble underneath him with his smooth but severe voice and the prospect of doing anything like this again. “I’ll fuck you so well that even when the others fuck you after,” he whispers in Jackson's ear, nibbling the lobe with teasing teeth, “you’ll still be thinking of me.”
“Ah, please, Jinyoung,” Jackson begs around a moan, because he can’t even put it into words how much he wants—wants Jinyoung, wants everything he is willing to give him.
When Jinyoung kisses him again in time with a deep stroke of his cock that tickles his ruined prostate, Jackson comes for the third time that night. He barely feels anything come out, but the orgasm still shakes him to his core, the tremors shuddering through his body as he tries to clench down around Jinyoung as tightly as he can. Jinyoung smiles against his lips and Jackson uses the fraction of energy he has left to kiss him harder, deeper, until he feels Jinyoung’s movements falter and Jackson is filled with come for the last time. He moans, a low and rough noise, into Jackson's mouth, and Jackson is convinced it is the best sound he’s ever heard.
Nothing can prepare Jackson for the magnitude of emptiness he feels when Jinyoung pulls out, so much greater than any time earlier that night. He feels like it a wound, deep in his belly, as the after-effects of everything he did today settle over him. The emotions threaten to boil up, to overtake him in bursts of shame and anxiety as the high begins to ebb. But then Jinyoung squeezes into the bed beside him, wraps an arm around Jackson's waist and tugs him close.
“Sleep, Seun-ah,” Jinyoung murmurs drowsily, placing a kiss to the tip of Jackson's nose, “we’ll clean you up in the morning.”
Jinyoung’s words bring with them a permission Jackson didn’t know he needed as sleep pulls at the edges of his mind. There is someone else at his back now, and whoever it is hooks his chin over Jackson's shoulder with a dozy sort of softness. The others in the bed around him settle with the stillness that finally lands over the room after so long. And despite the fact that he only met them hours ago, that he knows nothing about them other than their names, Jackson finds comfort in their presence, these people who have taken so much from him and given him even more. He nuzzles tighter against Jinyoung and the others shift to tuck in closer to him, almost like they want to remind Jackson they are there too.
As if he could ever forget.