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Jeno knocked on the open door as he entered Jisung and Renjun's room. “Hey, Renjun, have you seen my—”

The words died in his mouth once he saw Renjun by the mirror, draped in a long, golden shirt, the length of it barely covering his plump ass. He was wearing only underwear as he turned his head around, glancing at him with that ethereal, soft face.

“Hmm?”

Jeno's mouth had run dry, heat pooling in his belly. He took a shaky breath, mentally calculating how long they'd have and how quiet they'd have to be for him to have this all for himself. The others wouldn't be able to resist if they saw him like this. 

“Spit it out. I still have to get my—”

With two long strides Jeno had already reached him and pulled him in his arms, Renjun's back slamming against his chest as he grabbed him roughly by the waist, his other hand turning his head so that he could kiss him fiercely.

Renjun made a protesting sound against his lips but Jeno persisted, mind clouded by the arousal. Eventually, Renjun gave in. He was only halfway through packing for the airport, but the dominant way Jeno claimed him so easily made him submit to his whims. He was always a little easy like that. It didn't take much convincing to get him to lean over and spread his legs when he knew his members always made him feel so good.

Renjun mewled against the unrelenting mouth working against his when Jeno's firm grip on his hip tightened. His head spun, dizzy, panting desperately against Jeno's lips once he felt him start grinding against his backside.

“You'll—” he tried with a breathless voice, “You'll ruin the shirt.”

Jeno hummed, pulling back. Renjun blinked and dazedly followed after his lips like a baby bird even if the angle made it a little difficult. Jeno chuckled, something dark in his eyes. Renjun was always so cute, so good for them. He grabbed him by the hip and manhandled him around.

“This, baby,” he started, “is not a shirt.” Jeno is pretty sure it counted as a dress of an ancient goddess or something like that. Pure golden silk now draped over the sweetest walking sin on Earth. 

Of course he knew Renjun liked shopping on the women's side these days, which was an instant turn on for all of them. Something about Renjun in skinny jeans, heels, sometimes even silky shirts was just irresistible. Maybe it was the newfound confidence or the way these clothes hugged his body, showing it off. Maybe it was the fact that none of them could resist their hands from wandering on Renjun's body anyway. It didn't matter.

What mattered was that Renjun was wearing a skimpy, golden dress with only his underwear, his pale thin legs on full display, his face always so innocent, especially with the soft pink hair he was sporting these days.

Jeno wanted to ravage him.

His hands found their way down to his ass, and he fondled both cheeks with his big hands, groaning in arousal. Renjun's body was a dream . 

“Fuck…”

Renjun's breath hitched and he stumbled against Jeno, holding on to his wide shoulders for support, instinctually rising to his tiptoes as Jeno continued to grope his ass. If he continued this way, he was certain he would have hand-shaped bruises on his ass for the next few days, a stinging reminder of Jeno's lust every time he sat down. Just the thought of it made Renjun tremble with arousal. 

He loved it when they got a little rough with him, too lost in their lust to really stop and think about the marks left behind, too intent on proving their obsession with fucking him to the oblivion. Renjun loved it. The attention, the fucking, the way it made him feel good to be used and provide something more for the team. It was what had kept his sanity during the hiatus. A proof that he wasn't useless or dragging the group down. Proof that he was wanted. Loved. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeno hissed, impatiently pulling Renjun's underwear down. “Where's the lube? We don't have much time.”

Renjun tried to walk to his side of the room but Jeno refused to let go, getting dragged along as he dropped his head down and started sucking on his neck once he'd managed to pull down the shirt's collar. Hidden neck space? Free real estate!

 “Fuck, Jun…” he breathed against his neck between biting kisses. 

Renjun made little noises of satisfaction as he tried to feel under his pillows, searching for the half-empty bottle of lube he always kept at hand for impromptu sessions. “Jen—” his voice cracked into a moan as Jeno bit particularly hard on his neck and then licked it all over soothingly like an excited puppy, leaving saliva all over his neck. He shivered at the coldness of air on it. “Jeno,” he called again, shakily, handing the bottle of lube to him.

It was only then that Jeno let him go. Renjun wasted no time, settling on the bed on his knees and leaned down with his forearms against the mattress, leaving his ass in the air. “Hurry. I think the rest already figured out what's taking us so long.”

Jeno didn't need more convincing. He squeezed a generous amount of lube to his fingers, spreading it and then settling behind Renjun. There was no time to tease. Renjun yelped when he felt the finger covered in cold gel push in, little to no pain from how often he found himself getting fucked these days. Even Jeno knew this, instantly adding a second finger and starting to twist and turn them to get a move on. 

Renjun lowered his face against a pillow to muffle the desperate sounds already falling from his lips. 

Sometimes he wondered if he was a whore. Or if it was normal to want to feel this wanted and used by his team mates. How could he not? They were all surprisingly hung, and Renjun was made for bending over and taking it like a champ. If he didn't love performing on stage so much, maybe he would've considered changing his career to be the team's hole. 

Just for dream though. Thinking of ever filming himself for strangers or giving his body to be used by strangers with unknown motives and lives… it was unimaginable. If his members wanted to film him, he would be fine with that. But anything beyond that would be crossing the lines.

Renjun jolted at the third and fourth finger being slid inside of him with only a few seconds in between. The stretch made his body tingle deliciously and he had to focus on breathing to make sure he didn't stop doing it. 

“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

The fingers slid out faster than their prep usually was. Or maybe it just depended on how desperate and horny they were. Post-concert fucks were always the biggest orgasms he ever had and they definitely didn't have the patience to properly prep then.

Jeno steadied his ass with one hand, the other stroking his rock hard dick, moaning at the sight of Renjun's hole slick and ready for him. He guided his tip to it and once the head of it got caught inside, he pushed in in one go.

Renjun let out a loud mewl, his hands fisting at the sheets. Jeno had almost pushed the air out of his lungs when he entered. He was so big, his dick both long and thick and full of delicious veins and the way it curved just lightly to the right direction— 

The drag of Jeno's dick against his walls was always so good, and Jeno always made sure there was no way to feel empty before he was slamming back in. There was no condom as usual — they were all clean and once Renjun had gotten a taste of being filled, he never wanted to give it up again. 

But Renjun couldn't focus on delighting on his dick anymore when Jeno picked up a faster, more desperate pace, the whole bed shaking with every thrust. At this point, it was impossible for the others to not know what was going on. The slap of skin against skin was loud, and it emphasized the phantom pain of Jeno's rough hands groping him just a moment ago. Renjun had to bite on his knuckles to not to cry out. 

Jeno grunted, sweat dripping at his foreheads as he kept up with the hard thrusts. It was giving him a true exercise, but he needed to be fast before any one else would join under the excuse of hurrying them along. When Renjun's legs gave up, Jeno lifted his ass back up, hands finding the long straps at the sides of the shirt, and pulled at them, wrapping them around his fists as he used that to keep Renjun's hips up and help him fuck his body back into him.

Renjun sobbed, hands flailing as he struggled to keep himself upright, half of his body suspended in the air by the dress he'd bought. His whole body trembled and he could only cry and cry as Jeno kept fucking him through it. The shirt was half strangling him by the collar, adding delicious, bruising weight against his neck that made him see stars. He'd need to apologize to his makeup noonas later when he could think again. 

Delirious with the quick fuck jumbling his brains, Renjun moved a shaky hand between his legs and palmed himself, releasing a wet moan at the feeling of pleasure skyrocketing. He could only weep pathetically as he started getting himself off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeno repeated over and over again, his thighs straining, arms bulging to keep Renjun's shirt in his grip, feeling his rhythm stutter the closer he got to his release. Renjun's little sobs were spurring him on, so unbelievably arousing, just as his small size was.

It made for a powerful power-trip to have the strength to toss and turn and completely cover his body with his if he wanted. It made it even more heedy when he knew Renjun encouraged it. How loud he came when he was made feel small and trapped. When they showed just how strong they were compared to him. They'd really spoiled him to no end.

Jeno yanked on the shirt harder, using it to fuck Renjun even harder back on his cock, his hips making sharp, deep thrusts that were sure to hit the spot. A strangled sound left Renjun as he came all over his hand and sheets, squeezing Jeno's dick inside him and making him moan as he threw his head back. With only a few more harsh thrusts and fucking Renjun through his orgasm, Jeno came, slowly grinding deeper and deeper as he took in every drop of pleasure he could, filling Renjun up and painting his insides white.

The moment Jeno loosened the hold on the shirt, Renjun collapsed on the bed, shuddering, only his ass still up since Jeno was still inside him. Gathering his breath, Jeno closed his eyes for a second before opening them and then pulling out. Renjun hissed at the sensation, shivering when he felt the cum start pouring out.

“The shirt,” he mumbled, one cheek smushed against the mattress. “You'll ruin my shirt.”

Jeno hummed, scooping the white cum with his finger and pushing it back in. Renjun jolted in shock before turning to glare at him. “Jeno!”

“I need to find something to wipe it on. Just a sec.” He kept his finger in as a make-do plug and reached for the corner of the blanket. Once he was sure it reached close enough, he made sure to wipe all of his cum to it. “Better?”

“That's fucking disgusting,” Renjun said, but he didn't complain. At least his airport fit wasn't too ruined. The shirt hadn't even stretched too badly from all that pulling. It was impressive, really. “You're washing my sheets when we come back.”

Jeno hummed non-committedly, looking for the pants he'd slipped down to the floor earlier. He hadn't even bothered to take off his shirt, the need to be inside Renjun being more important than really getting into it. He almost didn't take off his pants either, if they weren't sweatpants. His jeans would've stayed on in his haste, thank you very much. 

“You guys done? We need to get going.”

Both of them snapped their heads to the door where Mark was eyeing them with his arms crossed. He looked stern but both of them could see the bulge in his pants. Renjun scoffed. 

And if Mark made sure he was in the same van as Renjun as they headed to the airport, and if Renjun had subtly been wiping at his mouth as he stepped out of the van with a natural blush, messy hair and plump, shiny lips, then nobody questioned it.