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They’ve performed the dance to Dark Dream a thousand times and they’d continue to perform as long as the fans would allow. The choreography practically runs in their blood now and, sure, Wonjun remembers how he and Yejun would get shy and blush when first learning their more… intimate part together in the chorus but now, it’s just another routine and doesn’t really affect them.
At least, that’s what Wonjun thought.
The air in the Orlando venue was already heated and stifling as it is. Performing in their Thrill outfits, most of them having long sleeved tops, it had just been getting really hot, really fast. The heat was muffling his thoughts and with concerts, his mind was already pretty one-tracked to making sure he gave the best performance possible for their fans. The dance for Dark Dream came automatically through all of them, even without Seungyeop there to be part of it. Mix the autopilot with the heat? He wasn’t thinking straight.
During the final chorus of Dark Dream at the show, when he and Yejun don’t actually have their dance part together, he just couldn’t help himself. After he practically yelled “Dark Dream” from his soul, he went up behind Yejun and buried his face in Yejun’s neck, his arms wrapped tightly around Yejun’s torso. He felt Yejun’s breath hitch but he tilted his head to allow Wonjun more space and Wonjun just… kept moving his lips over Yejun’s skin. Even after the lights went off to signal the end of the song, he just breathed heavily and held onto Yejun’s neck, until Yejun moved to pull away.
Wonjun snapped back to the moment and opened his eyes to the cheering fans and his heaving members. He was handed a water bottle and he gratefully took it, using it as a way to hide his realization of his slip up. Yejun glanced at him and he glanced back, Yejun’s lips quirked up in a slight smirk and he subtly raised an eyebrow at Wonjun, causing both of them to break and laugh.
Wonjun knew Yejun would ask him what that was once they returned to the hotel, and maybe… it would lead to one of their more… intimate nights.
They continued the concert and thrived off of the fans’ energy. They got through the selfies after the concert and all the smiling, thankful fans brightened all of them up. The staff drove them back to the hotel and collectively, the adrenaline was crashing. On the way up to the rooms from the elevator, all of the members could feel their energy depleting and the exhaustion weighing them down. Wonjun couldn’t wait to just get in the shower and wash the immense sweat from the venue’s heat off of his skin.
The elevator reached their shared floor and Wonjun followed Yongseop back to their shared room. The leader opened the door and held it for Wonjun, who sighed a thanks in relief. Yongseop nodded and dropped his bag next to Wonjun’s, placing his hand on Wonjun’s lower back to steer him to the bathroom.
“You can go first,” Wonjun tries to offer but Yongseop just rolls his eyes and snorts.
“No, you can use it. I’m going to go to Innie’s room,” he responds, rolling his eyes again at Wonjun’s knowing look.
“Oh~ Okay, have fun with hyung,” and that gets Wonjun a smack to his arm as he lets out a laugh, watching Yongseop slink off to Choi In’s room.
Once his laughter subsided, Wonjun straightened back up and the exhaustion came back to weigh him down. He huffed a breath and stripped off his (desperately needing to be cleaned) Thrill outfit, turning the dial for the shower to be warm but not scorching. He leaves his hand absentmindedly under the stream of the shower, waiting for it to reach the temperature he desires, before pulling the curtain back more and slipping in.
Relief immediately hits him as the water soaked his hair, streaming down his skin. He grabbed his dye safe (and hair repairing, his hair was fried) shampoo, pouring some onto his hand and rinsing it through his hair. His eyes were closed as he slowly spread the shampoo, pausing as he felt a brief prick of cold air from the side of the curtain hit him and heard the curtain rings moving on the rod. He paused in his movements, waiting, and then felt familiar arms wrap around his chest from behind after moving the curtain shut again.
Nothing was said as Wonjun returned to shampooing his hair, the hands on his chest just gently roaming, skimming long fingers down smooth skin and taut muscles. His stomach contracted as the soft touches tickled, a surprised huff of laughter leaving his mouth. He let the hands wander over his body a bit longer, his shampooing long done.
“I have to rinse off my hair,” he says, breaking the silence. The hands stop roaming and move to his hips, leading him under the spray of water.
“I’ll help,” Yejun’s voice answers, his hands going to Wonjun’s hair and fingers kneading through to rinse off the diminishing suds of shampoo. Wonjun lets out a muffled groan, the feeling of Yejun’s fingers massaging his scalp incredibly relaxing. Yejun hums and continues to card his fingers through Wonjun’s hair, the suds now gone.
“How are you feeling?” Yejun asks, his hands reaching for the soap set on the holder attached to the shower wall. He gets the soap sudsy in between his hands as Wonjun shrugs.
“Tired, but good. Really good. Our fans were amazing,” he responds, humming happily as Yejun starts lathering his neck and arms in the soap. “How about you?”
Yejun’s hands tickle his armpits, causing Wonjun to bark out a laugh and attempt to push away but Yejun’s hands pull him back by the waist, holding until Wonjun stops moving. He returns to his ministrations, his hands now lathering his torso, pressing down into the muscles of Wonjun’s back, relieving the ache of performing. “About the same. Tired, but happy,” he responds, his hands now handing off the soap to Wonjun to lather off his own legs.
Wonjun turns around and faces the youngest, soaping up his thighs and the rest of his legs, Yejun’s watchful eyes remaining on him.
“So… about Dark Dream,” Wonjun starts, stepping back under the stream of water to wash off the soap, eyes nearly level with Yejun’s.
“About Dark Dream,” Yejun repeats, arching an eyebrow.
“I… actually don’t… know what happened,” Wonjun admits sheepishly, smiling guiltily at Yejun’s quirk of an eyebrow. “I don’t know. It was really damn hot in that venue and my brain was already shut off to just performing. I think the heat messed with me and made me forget that I don’t stand behind you for the final chorus.”
Yejun nods shortly but a smile slowly graces his lips and he leans closer to Wonjun, lips nearly brushing the second youngest’s. “You know you don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he hums, his hands coming to rest on Wonjun’s waist. “I think the fans enjoyed it, judging by the screams.” And he snickers at that. Wonjun smiles in response.
“Yeah, probably. Can’t say I wouldn’t have reacted the same way.”
“Oh, I know you would have. You’re just as bad as Hyuk about skinship,” Yejun snorts, both of them laughing softly in agreement. Wonjun brings his hands up to Yejun’s face and gently rubs his nose against Yejun’s, eyes half closed.
“What about you?” He asks, thumbs moving slowly over Yejun’s defined jawline. “Was it okay?”
“That’s a stupid question,” Yejun rolls his eyes, shaking his head as much as he can in Wonjun’s grip. “As long as you’re not trying to practically sex me up in front of the fans, I don’t care.”
“Hm,” Wonjun hums, tilting Yejun’s face down a bit. “No, that’s right. You prefer to do that behind closed doors.”
“Privacy is important to me. I’m not voyeuristic like a certain someone we know.”
Wonjun pulls back a bit to laugh, Yejun’s silly laugh following. Yeah, they both know Hyuk can be a little… risqué. But they love him regardless.
“Mm, is that why you slipped into my shower when no one else is in the room?” Wonjun teases, hands now on Yejun’s neck to pull him closer again.
Yejun’s grin turns a little… diabolical. Wonjun feels a prickle of excited arousal. Without response, Yejun’s grip tightens on Wonjun’s hips and pulls his body flush against his own. Wonjun involuntarily lets out a soft yelp, biting his lower lip in anticipation.
“You’re so easy to handle, you know that?” Yejun rhetorically asks, not giving Wonjun time to respond before he closes the distance between them, kissing Wonjun deeply. He smirks a little when Wonjun lets out a small whimper, the second youngest’s arms winding around Yejun’s neck. Their kiss remains slow and deep, Yejun rubbing his thumbs over Wonjun’s hipbones and digging in at times just to hear him whine. He takes a step forward, guiding Wonjun away from the stream of water from the shower so their skin doesn’t turn pruny, and presses him up against the wall.
Yejun pulls away from the kiss with a bite to Wonjun’s plush lower lip, letting go when Wonjun hisses. He moves one of his hands to the back of Wonjun’s head, gripping the wet lavender strands of hair and tugging gently but still forcefully, relishing in the moan it pulls from those plush lips. Yejun feels Wonjun’s cock twitch against his own hip, smirking in satisfaction. He loosens his grip on Wonjun’s hair only to grab more and pull again, Wonjun eagerly responding with another moan as his head is forced back and his neck is exposed. Yejun takes the opportunity and leaves a soft trail of kisses from Wonjun’s jawline to his neck, nipping gently near his adam’s apple.
“Mm n… no marks,” Wonjun groans out, sounding as if the words had to be dragged out by sheer will. Yejun knows that’s not what he wants, what either of them want, but with the cropped outfits that are so short they leave nothing to the imagination that their stylist puts them in, they can’t risk anything. Much to their dismay. He knows how much Wonjun loves when Yejun’s hands leave harsh bruises on his hips or when his mouth leaves dark marks on his skin.
“I know,” Yejun hums against the warm skin of Wonjun’s neck, rocking forward a bit. They both sigh out in tandem, their cocks rubbing against the other’s skin. The other hand Yejun left at Wonjun’s hip skins long fingers over his defined abdomen, feeling the muscles contract from the touch. He teases the skin right at Wonjun’s shaved happy trail, Wonjun’s fingers twitching behind Yejun’s neck at each swipe of fingers that gets closer to where he wants them.
Yejun moves his lips up to Wonjun’s ear, using the grip he still has on his hair to guide Wonjun’s head to the side. “Wonjun~” he hums, Wonjun whimpering in response. He knows what Yejun wants, for Wonjun to verbalize his desires. Yejun purposely brushes his thigh against Wonjun’s cock, earning a drawn out whine.
“P-please,” he whimpers, shivering a bit at the cool air against his drying skin and Yejun’s teeth nibbling at his piercing. “Please, Yejun, please touch me. I want it so much, please.”
Yejun hums happily, satisfied with Wonjun’s begging. “My good boy,” Yejun whispers in Wonjun’s ear, his teasing fingers trailing down to Wonjun’s aching cock. Wrapping his long fingers around the arched length gets him a breathy moan. He tightens his grip around Wonjun’s cock, the length average but the head glistening already with precome beading on it. Yejun rubs his thumb over the head, spreading the precome around as Wonjun presses his fingers into Yejun’s back, wanting him closer, chest to chest.
Yejun laughs breathily against the skin behind Wonjun’s ear that meets his neck. “I can’t get a good grip if my hand is sandwiched between us.”
Wonjun whines in response, pulling away slightly from Yejun so the youngest can see the pout on his lips. Yejun tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at the sight, knowing Wonjun is being a bit bratty. He removes his hand from Wonjun’s cock, ignoring Wonjun’s protesting noises, and tightens the grip on his hair, tugging and guiding him with the other hand back on his hip. He turns Wonjun around to face the wall, pressing his chest down on Wonjun’s back until Wonjun has to turn his head to be flush against the tile. Yejun grips both sides of Wonjun’s waist tightly and tugs him back so his lower half is away from the wall, his lower back arched a bit to accommodate the position. Once he’s in position and his breathing has turned a bit heavier in anticipation, Yejun grabs one of Wonjun’s hands, guiding it to grip the back of Yejun’s neck. He grabs the other hand with his own, pushing it next to Wonjun’s head and interlocking their fingers so he can’t move it.
“Your hand stays at my neck. No moving,” Yejun calmly states, Wonjun peeking at him from over his shoulder and nodding in confirmation. His fingers toy with the strands of hair at Yejun’s neck that have grown out as Yejun presses himself more against Wonjun, cock nestled against Wonjun’s arched lower back. He moves the hand not interlocked with Wonjun’s to his chest, pressing a finger down on the bud of Wonjun’s nipple, following it up with a gentle scratch of his nail. Wonjun shakes as he moans, always having been sensitive to Yejun using his nails anywhere.
Yejun trails his nails down Wonjun’s chest slowly, making sure not to press hard enough to leave marks but enough for Wonjun to feel it. He traces the outline of Wonjun’s abdomen with his nails, purposefully slowing the scratching each time his fingers trail lower. Wonjun is huffing warm breaths, his cheek pressed against the tile with his eyes mostly closed. He’s being so patient now, brattiness already diminished just by Yejun manhandling him. Yejun takes pity as he notices the flush of arousal splotchy and red on Wonjun’s neck and wraps his hand around Wonjun’s cock, the whimper following such a sweet sound to his ears.
Yejun keeps a steady grip as he strokes, slowly at first to have Wonjun whimpering more, softly begging under his breath for more. He smiles slightly in satisfaction at the muttering mess he’s already reduced his lover to, gradually increasing the speed of his strokes. He twists his hand at the head of Wonjun’s cock, fondling the sensitive flesh to hear Wonjun’s whimpers turn into high pitched moans that he tries to muffle with his mouth closed, mostly failing. The hand on Yejun’s neck is shaking, trying to hold onto the hairs at the back. Wonjun turns his head to rest his forehead against the tiled wall, hips twitching with how much he wants to rock with the rhythm of Yejun’s stroking but knows better than to make any movement like that.
Yejun moves the hand interlocked with Wonjun’s, tapping on his head so he knows to pull away a bit from the wall so he can rest his forehead against the back of Yejun’s hand. Despite the dominating presence, Yejun doesn’t want Wonjun to be uncomfortable or have a mark from the tile on his skin. He can tell Wonjun is getting close when the muffled moans come out breathier, stuttering in his throat. He watches as Wonjun’s shoulders tense, tightening his grip on Wonjun’s cock so the strokes drag more, the water from the shower slightly aiding.
Wonjun’s shoulders hike up more as his moans get practically choked up in his throat. His thighs are shaking from the oncoming release, the muscles jerking as Yejun fondles the head of his cock in the palm of his hand again. “Y-Yejun,” he moans, earning a soft groan from the youngest. He can feel Yejun start to rock his hips against him, Yejun’s cock sliding from the top of Wonjun’s ass to his lower back. They both know he won’t be able to cum like that but it feels good for Yejun regardless. And Wonjun loves when Yejun uses his body like that. The feeling of Yejun grinding against his back while his hand maintains the steady, firm strokes on Wonjun’s cock has the second youngest’s stomach tightening.
“Y-Yejun, please,” he whines, high pitched moan punching out of his throat as Yejun adjusts his hips to nestle his cock in between Wonjun’s cheeks. He lets the head of his cock get stuck at Wonjun’s hole as the thumb of the hand on Wonjun’s cock firmly rubs on the underside of the head and presses down on the slit. “Yejun! I-I want to cum. Please!” Wonjun cries out, his cock aching for the release he’s trying to keep at bay as Yejun continues to rock his hips against Wonjun, continuously having his cock rest at his hole and teasingly pushing. He would never push in with Wonjun unprepared, but he lets Wonjun feel it, crave for it.
“Okay,” Yejun finally responds, pressing himself flush against Wonjun’s back now, forcing his body to no longer arch but keeping his hips away from the wall. His hand returns to his fast, firm strokes, Wonjun’s moans going breathy and high again. “Come on then. Be a good boy and come for me.”
And who is Wonjun not to do as he’s told? He throws his head back, his hand gripping tightly at Yejun’s neck while the other holds on to Yejun’s grounding fingers. Yejun’s strokes maintain their pace as he moves his head to lick at the outer shell of Wonjun’s ear, biting down on the skin underneath the ear, and that’s the final tip over the edge. Wonjun chokes out a moan of Yejun’s name as his entire body locks up, his orgasm hitting hard and his eyes roll back a bit. The hand Yejun used to hold Wonjun’s hand down lets go, the arm now wrapping around Wonjun’s torso to support him as he continues to stroke his cock, milking his orgasm. The spurts of cum hit the shower wall, Wonjun’s hips twitching with each spurt until they stop.
Every part of Wonjun is shaking, his face down to his chest red and splotchy. Yejun holds Wonjun as he lazily kisses the nape of his neck, whispering sweet words and praises as Wonjun crashes from the high. Yejun slowly pulls Wonjun back under the now lukewarm spray of water, letting it wash his hand and Wonjun’s thighs clean of his mess. He kisses the back of Wonjun’s head sweetly and tells him to step out, smiling at the shakiness of Wonjun’s legs as he does what he is told. Yejun quickly rinses the shower wall of Wonjun’s release, not needing any hotel staff cleaning that.
Turning off the shower faucet, at last, and stepping out, Yejun finds Wonjun leaning against the bathroom counter, bundled up in a towel. The sight is endearing. Yejun grabs an unused towel from under the sink, drying himself off before stepping up to Wonjun and placing the towel on his wet hair. “Can’t have you getting sick, we’re still on tour,” Yejun whispers, gently rubbing the towel over Wonjun’s hair. His eyes aren’t as glassy from his orgasm anymore but he is still quite sluggish and blissed out. He leans like a kitten into Yejun’s movements, eyes fighting to stay open. Yejun smiles fondly at the sight, leaning forward to softly kiss the pillowy lips of the other once he deems his hair dried enough.
Wonjun responds slowly but happily, their lips gently moving in sync, sweet, wet kisses exchanged between them. This is probably his favorite thing after sex. The sex is great, Wonjun would never complain, but the way Yejun is so sweet and attentive in the aftercare… Wonjun loves him so much.
Yejun pulls away with one last peck to Wonjun’s glistening lips, tugging the towel he bundled himself in away to hang both up to dry. He grabs Wonjun’s hand and leads him out of the bathroom, tugging him towards one of the two beds in the room. He can tell which one is occupied most, one bed perfectly made as if it hasn’t been slept in… because it most definitely hasn’t been. Wonjun will somehow always convince whoever gets roomed with him to let him sleep with them, ultimately cuddling up to them through the night. Honestly, he’s pretty sure the only one that still tries to fight it is Yongseop, just to push Wonjun’s buttons, but he always gives in. That much is apparent by the state of the beds.
The two men slip into the bed, the cool sheets feeling delightful over their bare skin. They both pull the sheets over their bodies, Yejun reaching over the nightstand to turn off the lamp. Wonjun peeks around, noticing Yejun’s clothes folded on the desk in the room and his travel bag now placed next to Wonjun’s.
“Yongseop gave you the key to our room, didn’t he?” Wonjun voices, turning his body to now face Yejun, who’s already bundled under the covers and snuggling up to the pillows he’s set up beneath him. Yejun shrugs, a slight smile on his lips.
“I caught him trying to get into Innie’s room without alerting him and since I have Innie’s spare room key after he got himself locked out when we got here… I offered him to trade for his key,” Yejun smiles mischievously. Wonjun snorts, pushing himself closer to Yejun.
“Innie is going to kill you.”
“No he’s not. Innie probably just punished Seop and had some fun,” Yejun shakes his head, reaching an arm out to pull Wonjun closer and tangling their legs together. “And I get away with more than the rest of you do with him and Seop.”
Wonjun rolls his eyes, not even having to respond because they both know it’s true. The maknae definitely has the group wrapped around his finger, even the eldest bending to his whim. Instead of replying, Wonjun folds himself up and snuggles into Yejun’s chest. Yejun shifts the arm laid over Wonjun to his back, tracing meaningless shapes into the other’s skin. The gentle movements lure Wonjun quickly to serenity, his eyes heavy until he can no longer keep them open. Yejun nuzzles his nose against Wonjun’s hair, feeling the second youngest drift off to sleep as he continues to trace patterns into his back. Listening to his breathing even out and feeling Wonjun’s body relax into the bed, Yejun closes his eyes, letting his thoughts empty out until he follows and falls asleep
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Wonjun hears the rustling of sheets in his sleep muddled mind but doesn’t quite want to leave the land of dreams just yet. He feels simultaneously well-rested and not rested enough, thinking to himself of what is going to be done today and what he needs to do before traveling to the next city of the tour.
He hears a soft noise next to him, scrunching his eyebrows when what sounds like Yejun’s voice shushing the other. A whimper answers Yejun’s hushing and Wonjun recognizes that sound, pulled more out of his in-between sleep state. He hears a wet noise and is now intrigued, cracking one eye open a bit to peek at the scene before him.
Wonhyuk is sprawled on the bed next him, one hand gripping the headboard of the bed tightly while the other is covering his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Wonjun’s eyes, now both open, roam down Wonhyuk’s naked body, the older’s stomach contracting and thighs shaking as Yejun is in between them. Wonjun can tell from his spot that Yejun’s hand is busy fingering Wonhyuk open, lips at his inner thigh to bite small marks into the skin.
And with that, Wonjun is definitely awake. He reaches a hand out and strokes his fingers up Wonhyuk’s side, Wonhyuk shivering in response. His eyes open, half-lidded, to meet Wonjun’s, a small muffled moan of his name leaving his mouth as he realizes the second youngest is awake now. Yejun’s head lifts up at the sound, clicking his tongue.
“You woke him up,” and Yejun sounds unimpressed, straightening up and tucking his knees under himself, his hand pausing in his preparation of Wonhyuk’s hole.
Wonhyuk whines in response, tilting his head back in frustration. He still doesn’t move his hand off of his mouth so Wonjun looks at Yejun in a soft plead, scooting himself closer to them. Yejun huffs a breath but relents, nodding at Wonjun’s silent question. Wonjun smiles a bit and returns his attention to Wonhyuk, sitting up and lifting a hand to the one covering Wonhyuk’s mouth, gripping it and tugging it away. Wonhyuk blinks blearily at Wonjun, glancing at Yejun for confirmation. Yejun leans against one of Wonhyuk’s bent legs, looking intently at him but the lack of reprimanding from him is all the confirmation he needs.
“Junie,” Wonhyuk whispers, rubbing his thumb against the hand still gripping his. “Sorry for waking you.”
Wonjun smiles wider in response, leaning down to kiss Wonhyuk’s forehead. “It’s okay. I was probably half awake for a while, just didn’t want to wake up.”
Wonhyuk smiles in response and Wonjun can tell his cheeks are flushed a deep pink in the morning light peeking through the curtains of the room. Wonhyuk opens his mouth to speak again but is cut off by a soft groan, eyelids fluttering. Wonjun glanced down his body and sees that Yejun has returned to his previous task, three fingers moving inside of the eldest in the room. The youngest locks eyes with Wonjun, a smirk on his face as he twists his wrist and Wonjun can tell he’s curled his fingers by the way Wonhyuk’s back arches up slightly, another moan following.
Wonjun can feel the tingling of arousal spread throughout him, his cock already half hard. He doesn’t know what to do but he turns his head back to Wonhyuk, who’s eyes are glassier now but still watching him as puffs of breath leave his lips with each push in of Yejun’s fingers. Wonjun takes pity on him and leans down, pressing his lips to Wonhyuk’s. He untangles his hand that was still gripping the older’s, moving it to instead grip Wonhyuk’s chin. He keeps him in place as Wonhyuk eagerly responds to the kiss, moving his lips against Wonjun’s. Wonhyuk moans when Wonjun licks at his lower lip, parting his lips to let Wonjun explore his mouth with his tongue. Wonjun keeps his grip on Wonhyuk’s chin, not letting him move as he controls the kiss.
Wonhyuk lets out a long whine and Wonjun pulls away from the kiss, looking back at Yejun to see he’s removed his fingers from Wonhyuk. Wonjun’s breath hitches as Yejun pulls out a condom packet from seemingly nowhere and beckons Wonjun over with a crook of his finger. The second oldest crawls over obediently, kneeling beside Wonhyuk’s bent knee, Yejun on the other side. The youngest grips the back of Wonjun’s neck and pulls him to his lips, kissing him deeply. They both hear a groan from Wonhyuk and Yejun smirks into the kiss, sucking Wonjun’s lower lip in between his teeth. Wonjun whimpers as Yejun bites down into the plush flesh, licking over the bite to ease the sting. He pulls him closer by the grip he has on his neck, pulling him so Yejun can whisper in his ear.
“Since Hyuk woke you up, try to keep him quiet again, hm?” Yejun whispers, brushing his lips on the shell of Wonjun’s ear just to feel him tremble. “You’ve been such a good boy since you came for me last night. How about you use his mouth to make you come again?”
And Wonjun whimpers at the thought, pulling away when Yejun’s hand leaves the back of his neck. Yejun quirks an eyebrow and Wonjun nods in response. He eyes the condom Yejun still has in his hand, holding his own hand out to silently ask to roll it onto Yejun for him. Yejun smiles and hands it over, and Wonhyuk is whimpering at being ignored but they both know how much he likes being delayed release by being treated like that. Wonjun rips the packet open with his teeth, pulling the condom out and pushing Wonhyuk’s leg to lie straight so he can reach Yejun. He grips Yejun’s cock as he leans forward to mouth along his jawline. He uses his other hand to position and roll the condom down Yejun’s cock, nipping softly at Yejun’s jaw as he finishes and pulls away. Yejun is biting his lower lip when Wonjun pulls back, a breath leaving his lips as he releases his lower lip. He cocks his head for Wonjun to return next to Wonhyuk’s leg and Wonjun does just that, shuffling back to the eldest.
Wonhyuk is propped up on his elbows now, having watched the two youngest intensely. Wonjun lets him stay up as they watch Yejun slick his cock up with the lube he laid off to the side when fingering Wonhyuk open. Wonjun kind of wishes he had been awake to watch that from the start but he’ll have other times to see Wonhyuk be stretched open by Yejun’s expert fingers another day. Yejun sets the bottle aside when he deems himself prepared enough, keeping his eyes on the two watching him as he grips both of Wonhyuk’s thighs and pushes them back, his knees bent. He holds one thigh in place, knowing Wonhyuk will not move the other, as he guides his cock with his other hand to Wonhyuk’s awaiting hole. He teases the eldest, rubbing the head of his cock against where he wants him most, smirking at the whine Wonhyuk lets out. Wonjun and Wonhyuk both know Yejun won’t move until Wonhyuk begs.
Wonhyuk huffs in frustration and locks his eyes with Yejun, determined. “Yejunnie,” he whines, his head tilting to the side. “Yejunnie, please,” and he’s cut off with a whimper as Yejun pushes just the head of his cock in at the first plead, Wonhyuk’s head rolling back. When Yejun doesn’t move, he lifts his head again, panting. “Please, please, please fuck me, Yejun,” he begs, arms shaking from keeping himself up. “Please use me.”
Yejun groans at the words, shifting forward to push himself in slowly, Wonhyuk groaning in sync as Yejun bottoms out. Yejun is gripping both of Wonhyuk’s thighs again, fingers digging into the toned flesh. He’s panting as he lets Wonhyuk adjust, even though they all know the oldest wouldn’t mind immediately being fucked to feel the sting. But Yejun doesn’t want to leave Wonhyuk with a limp… this time. Just because they still have a busy schedule to continue with after this.
Wonjun turns fully towards Wonhyuk and he places his hand on his chest, pushing him down to no longer be propped by his elbows. Wonhyuk looks up at him in slight surprise but stays down, anticipating whatever Wonjun will do. Yejun still hasn’t moved, and he watches as Wonjun swings a leg over Wonhyuk’s chest, facing forward towards Yejun with his ass in front of Wonhyuk’s face.
“You can touch him, Hyuk,” Yejun says, slightly rocking forward to get Wonhyuk spurred into motion. The eldest’s hands come up to wrap under Wonjun’s thighs, pulling him closer at Yejun’s urging. “Make him come.” Wonjun yelps at Wonhyuk’s strength, hands coming up to steady himself right above Wonhyuk’s stomach. Wonhyuk lifts his head a bit and uses the hands wrapped under Wonjun’s thighs to spread Wonjun apart, licking a stripe up his crack. Wonjun breathes out a moan, head dipping at the sensation of Wonhyuk’s tongue kitten licking at his hole, circling the tip of his tongue around it.
Yejun pulls his hips back and when Wonjun moans out again as Wonhyuk uses his thumbs to spread his hole, Yejun slams back in. He watches Wonhyuk’s arms tighten around Wonjun’s thighs, stomach clenching in the same manner. Just as Wonjun whines as Wonhyuk impatiently slips his tongue into his hole, Yejun repeats his actions, pulling out slowly before slamming his cock back into the eldest. He can feel Wonhyuk’s muscles pull tight on his thighs and he continues to move, keeping the pace slow and hard.
Wonjun is shaking above Wonhyuk, hard cock twitching above the toned chest beneath as Wonhyuk eats him out like a starved man eating his last meal. He can’t help the moans and noises escaping him, could never keep them at bay from Wonhyuk’s sinful tongue. The second youngest lifts his head to glance at Yejun, breath stuttering in his throat as Yejun’s gaze burns into him.
He can’t look away as Yejun picks up his pace, the youngest’s hips slapping into the backs of Wonhyuk’s thighs with each thrust back in. Yejun is panting in exertion and arousal, his cock sliding in and out of the tight hole he uses. He and Wonjun both glance down as Wonhyuk’s toes curl when Yejun just slightly shifts his hips, enraptured by the way Wonhyuk’s cock twitches and leaks precome onto the puddle already formed on his toned stomach. Wonhyuk moans a high pitched sound and they both know Yejun has hit his prostate. Wonjun bites his lower lip at the devious smirk the youngest directs at him.
Yejun shifts again to push Wonhyuk’s legs back more, knowing his flexibility can take it. He motions with his head at Wonjun and he takes the hint, hands leaving Wonhyuk’s stomach to lean forward and hold Wonhyuk’s thighs in place at the knees. Yejun places his own hands at the junction where Wonhyuk’s thighs meet his ass, legs spreading to straddle around him better. Wonhyuk, panting and having forgotten the task at hand, can do nothing but throw his head back and moan loudly as Yejun grinds his cock hard with no preamble against his prostate. He doesn’t let up as he orders the oldest, “What did I say? Make Wonjunnie come. You won’t be allowed to until he does.”
Wonhyuk whines but pushes his head back up, hands slipping from underneath Wonjun’s thighs and gripping the flesh of his ass tightly, spreading him. Wonjun flushes brightly at the position, trying to hide behind his hair as Wonhyuk goes right back to fucking him with his tongue. He’s whining and moaning along with the eldest, both of them beyond comprehension as Yejun continues to grind roughly into Wonhyuk.
Wonjun feels fingers grip his chin firmly, his head being lifted up by Yejun. He’s panting, mouth parted open as moans escape him with each of Wonhyuk’s movements of his tongue, pushing in and out of him.
“Eyes on me, Junie,” Yejun hums, firm but gentle. Wonjun whines but obeys, half-lidded eyes on Yejun as the youngest grips his hands over Wonhyuk’s legs and starts thrusting in short but hard bursts. Noises are punched out of Wonhyuk and he’s having trouble focusing on Wonjun. He’s growing impatient and slips a finger into the second youngest alongside his tongue, Yejun’s breath hitching as he watches Wonjun’s eyes roll back at the sensation. A long, drawn out moan escapes Wonjun as Wonhyuk begins thrusting his finger with his tongue. A second finger soon follows, spreading Wonjun open and the second youngest is hiccuping on his moans at this point, cock an aching red.
Wonjun locks eyes with Yejun again and the look spurs Yejun to thrust harder, the two youngest gripping each other’s hands tightly onto Wonhyuk’s legs.
“Y-Yejun,” Wonjun whimpers out, whining when Wonhyuk’s hand not fingering him grips his thigh tightly, digging nails into the skin. The sting bites and feels incredibly good to him. Yejun hums and quirks an eyebrow, disheveled but still composed compared to the two before him. His thrusts remain short and hard. “Yej- ah !” Wonjun is cut off by Wonhyuk’s fingers hitting his prostate, his arms trembling from where they grip Wonhyuk’s thighs.
“What is it, Junie?” And Yejun might be a little cruel, making Wonjun beg for release, but he loves hearing them reduce to nothing but pleads as they hold back their orgasms for him. Just for him.
Wonjun is whimpering and hiccuping, rocking back against Wonhyuk’s tongue and fingers. He almost forgets to respond to Yejun, too lost in the sensations of Wonhyuk’s experienced touches and deft tongue. He tries his best to hold Yejun’s gaze.
“Please,” he whines, prolonging the syllable as Wonhyuk grinds his fingers into his prostate again. “P-please, Yejun!” and gets broken off in a long moan, thighs now quaking from continuing his rocking against Wonhyuk’s face. “Mm, wanna come! Please, please, please,” he pleads, just babbling “please” and “Yejun”, coherency be damned.
Yejun bites his lower lip at the satisfied smirk that spreads across his face, Wonjun whimpering at the sight. Yejun cocks his head to the side, thrusting hard once, twice into Wonhyuk before returning to his sharp, unforgiving thrusts. Each push punched more noises out of Wonhyuk and Yejun decides they’ve been such good boys for him.
“Junie,” he coos, smiling deviously at Wonjun’s responding moan. “My good boy. You can come now.” And Wonjun shakes at the permission, gasping as Wonhyuk’s hand snakes to his front. “Go ahead, Hyuk,” Yejun allows, gaze watching every movement of Wonhyuk’s free hand wrapping around Wonjun’s neglected cock, knowing his strokes match the pace of the fingers fucking in and out of Wonjun with his tongue.
Wonhyuk moans at the increase in pitch of Wonjun’s cries, spurred on as he quickens the pace of his movements, relishing in Wonjun’s rocking against him. Yejun doesn’t take his eyes off Wonjun as the second youngest throws his head back in a silent scream, sound caught in his throat as he releases all over Wonhyuk’s hand and stomach. He’s still pleading, quite literally incoherent beyond obeying. He rides Wonhyuk’s face as the orgasm causes his hips to twitch with each stroke of Wonhyuk’s hand as he finishes milking him.
Wonjun falls forward, Yejun’s hands coming up to grip his shoulders so he doesn’t fully collapse. Yejun pauses in his thrusting to nudge Wonjun off, Wonjun rolling over onto his back next to Wonhyuk. He stares up at Yejun, watching his focus zero in on Wonhyuk.
Yejun gathers Wonhyuk’s legs and squeezes the toned thighs together, letting the calves spread over his shoulders. Wonjun bites his lip, knowing what’s next.
The youngest shifts his hips before pulling back, holding until Wonhyuk cries out a desperate plead, hands kneading the rumpled pillow beneath his head. Yejun slams back in, holding onto Wonhyuk’s legs as he thrusts relentlessly in and out of the eldest. He thrives off of Wonhyuk’s moans and cries, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust in. Glancing down at Wonhyuk’s cock, he can see the head is a reddish purple, having held back his release so well.
Yejun is close, and he would have liked to make Wonhyuk come before him, but watching his two good boys together like that really got to him. He leans forward, pushing Wonhyuk’s legs close to his chest as he alternates between thrusts and grinding. He’s moaning, hands resting on either side of Wonhyuk, who looks up at him, drying streaks of drool from eating Wonjun out surrounding his lips.
Yejun’s breath hitches at the sight. Wonhyuk whimpers and reaches out, gripping Yejun’s biceps. “Please, Yejunie,” he moans, Yejun groaning at the plead. “P-please come. Use me to come.” And that was not the begging Yejun was expecting. Completely caught off guard, his jaw falls slack as he does just that, grinding harshly into Wonhyuk and leaning down, forcing Wonhyuk to spread his legs to accommodate the youngest. Wonhyuk chokes on his moans as Yejun kisses him sloppily. Yejun’s hips twitch once, twice, thrice before a long groan is pushed against Wonhyuk’s lips, releasing into the condom unfortunately wrapped around his cock. Wonhyuk whines alongside Yejun’s groan, panting at the feeling of the cock twitching inside him. He’s a little frustrated that Yejun used protection but he knows cleaning himself out would only add to the tasks of showering they will have to do after this.
Yejun’s hips twitch in aftershocks, leaning his head against Wonhyuk’s clavicle. Wonhyuk rubs soothingly down Yejun’s shoulders and arms, slowly stretching out his legs from the bent position they were in. He whines when Yejun leans back, his cock not having flagged one bit despite the lull in time. Yejun huffs in amusement, pulling out of Wonhyuk slowly. He removes the condom expertly, tying it off and leaning off the end of the bed to reach for the wastebin. He will be taking that bag out himself, that’s for damn sure.
He feels the bed shift and looks over his shoulder to see Wonjun sitting up, Wonhyuk’s arms covering his face as he shakes from arousal and a delayed release. Yejun takes pity and shifts around to kneel next to Wonjun, leaning towards his ear.
“He’s been so good, deserves to come. Can you help him with your pretty mouth, baby?” And Wonjun glances at Yejun when he pulls back with a smirk. Wonjun smiles a bit at the underhanded compliment, nodding eagerly in response. They both move around Wonhyuk, Yejun pushing Wonhyuk’s thighs apart and bending his legs at the knee so Wonjun can settle in between them. The youngest holds his hand up to halt Wonjun from touching Wonhyuk, using the other hand to gently stroke up Wonhyuk’s side.
“Hyuk~,” he softly calls, waiting for the eldest to remove his arms from his face, eyes shiny with unshed tears. He sniffles and pouts at Yejun, who coos at him. “You’ve been so good for us, Hyukkie. So Wonjunie has a prize for you,” and he flicks his eyes toward Wonjun, Wonhyuk’s head lifting slightly to look down his body. Yejun lowers the hand that halted Wonjun and he immediately continues on, gripping Wonhyuk’s cock as he sticks his tongue out, gaze sharp on the chestnut haired man. He licks slowly from the base of his cock to the head, Wonhyuk responding eagerly with a groan. God, this is a prize. Wonjun’s mouth and especially his lips… he won’t last long at all.
Wonjun sets to work, wrapping his plush lips around the head of Wonhyuk’s cock and suckling on the tip. He knows his lips drive his members wild and he uses them to his advantage, reducing them to incoherent messes. Just like Wonhyuk is, babbling and hiccuping on moans, his and Yejun’s names mixed in with the sounds. Wonjun lowers, lips wrapped firmly around the hard cock in his mouth, pushing down until his nose nuzzles Wonhyuk’s abdomen. The head of his cock hits the back of his throat and Wonjun swallows so Wonhyuk can feel it, internally smug at the quivering of the thighs next to his head. He glances back up and watches as Yejun leans down over Wonhyuk, capturing his lips in a sloppy, deep kiss, the eldest moaning desperately into the youngest’s mouth.
Wonjun hums around him, slowly sliding his lips up as Wonhyuk moans, long and low, into Yejun’s mouth. Wonjun pulls off, his hand stroking up and down Wonhyuk’s cock. He takes a moment to watch his two lovers kiss, eyes taking in the peeks of tongues sliding together and Yejun’s teeth nipping at Wonhyuk’s pouty lips.
Satisfied, Wonjun returns to the task at hand and takes pity on Wonhyuk, who’s held out for them so well. He wraps his lips around the hard, reddish purple tip and sucks hard, tongue laving around the flesh as his hand speeds up his strokes. And Wonhyuk does not last long at all, Yejun pinning his hips down with a hand as the stuttering breaths indicate his oncoming release. He cries out, one hand gripping Yejun’s arm tightly and the other nearly ripping the pillow beneath him as he shoots into Wonjun’s mouth, the second youngest humming in satisfaction.
Wonjun sucks him dry, enjoying his cum and pulling back when he feels Wonhyuk’s cock cease its twitching. He doesn’t swallow, eyes locking with Yejun’s as he opens his mouth and shows Wonhyuk’s spend resting in his mouth. Yejun groans and shakes his head, huffing in amusement. These men will be the death of him. He cocks his head to motion Wonjun over and pecks his cheek, shifting away so the older of the two can kneel next to Wonhyuk’s head.
He gestures his hand at Wonhyuk, the oldest looking confused but glancing up at Wonjun. Wonjun smirks down at him and he shivers in a weak shock of arousal when the second youngest opens his mouth slightly to show him. Wonhyuk whines and makes grabby motions toward him, moaning when Wonjun complies and kisses him deeply, immediately spreading his lips apart to taste himself on Wonjun’s tongue. Their tongues slide together, sharing the taste and slide of cum in their mouths, both swallowing around the sensation. Yejun watches, unable to look away. If he doesn’t get them to stop, they’re going to try to initiate another round, and they just don’t have the time.
With a deep sigh, Yejun leans forward and pulls the two apart, rolling his eyes at their twin whines. He kisses both of them, deeply but quickly, to appease them.
“We have to get cleaned up,” he reminds them, glancing at Wonjun’s dried cum on Wonhyuk’s stomach and Wonhyuk and Wonjun’s messy faces from their spit. “C’mon, up, let’s go,” he urges, patting their legs and butts as they all giggle, scrambling to get off the bed. Wonhyuk’s legs shake a little but the two youngest are quickly there beside him, supporting him to the bathroom.
The shower might not be big enough for the three of them but that’s never stopped them before. They wash each other off, smiling in bliss and sharing wet kisses underneath the warm stream of water. Wonhyuk tells the two as they lather him clean about the night before, having slept in Youngmin and Sunwoo’s room to avoid hearing the romping happening in Choi In’s room that’s connected to the room he shared with Yejun.
“We heard Choi In’s surprise when Yongseop snuck in,” Wonhyuk continues, giggling as Wonjun’s fingers tickle his sides before continuing to lather him in soap. “So I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I went to our room, Yejunnie.”
Yejun hums in acknowledgment, rinsing off Wonhyuk’s hair. “Hm, but you were a bit… loose, when I fingered you. But not enough to have been fucked.”
Wonhyuk pouts and huffs. “Woo started to finger me in the shower but then Min called out that he was going to go live in just a few minutes for the fans,” he whines, pout growing. “So Sunwoo had to stop. He apologized and kissed me but it was so unfair!” But he sighs, resigning. “But… I know our Orlando Elrings must have missed us. So I understand.”
Yejun smiles and chuckles, kissing the tip of Wonhyuk’s nose. Wonjun rubs down Wonhyuk’s back, rinsing the suds of soap off. “At least you must have gotten some great apologetic cuddles from them,” Wonjun says, kissing Wonhyuk’s shoulder. Wonhyuk hums, nodding.
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t really mind. We cuddled and they both wouldn’t let me sleep until they had kissed me breathless. So all is forgiven!”
The two youngest snort in response. “And that’s why you snuck into Wonjunie’s room? Because you didn’t get fucked last night?” But Wonhyuk vehemently shakes his head, much to their surprise.
“Youngmin and Sunwoo woke up really early and went down to the breakfast bar, so I woke up and was just… lonely. And I didn’t want to bother the hyungs when I’m sure Innie didn’t let Seop sleep much last night,” Wonhyuk explained, wrapping his arms around Yejun’s waist and turning his head to peek at Wonjun over his shoulder. “I got in but you woke up when I tried to sneak into the bed. And you were already half-hard in your sleep so… I wasn’t going to say NO. Getting fucked by you is…” and he trails off, a dreamy, glassy look glazing his eyes. Yejun shakes his head, pinching Wonhyuk’s side to get him back to the present. Wonjun giggles, knowing what Wonhyuk means.
Wonjun turns around and shuts off the shower, all three of them now clean and ready to prepare for the day. They step out and dry each other off, Wonhyuk commenting on how brittle Wonjun’s hair is. The second youngest pouts and Wonhyuk smiles, kissing him sweetly in apology.
They quickly finish dressing, Yejun unsurprised by Wonhyuk having brought his bag into the room as well. After making sure all of their belongings are packed and nothing was left behind, Wonjun grabs Yongseop’s items to wake the two eldest up and they walk out of the room. Yejun makes sure the door locks as Wonhyuk wraps an arm around Wonjun’s shoulders, the three of them walking to officially start their day.
Time to continue on with the tour.