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It was Felix’s idea that the alpha dorm came to visit the omega-slash-beta dorm; a fact that does not go unappreciated by Minho.
Because if he hadn’t shown up, hadn’t allowed himself in Jisung’s room to lounge about and reconquer the lingering aroma in his calming sandalwood scent, he wouldn’t have been privy to the truth that his omega was an absolute menace in the world of online gaming.
“Our jungler is trash!” Jisung exclaims into the mic attached to his headset. He was undoubtedly playing a match of League of Legends with Seungmin and Felix in tow, though Minho couldn’t hear their voices — just their distinct usernames hovering above their champions whenever they popped up on screen. “He hasn’t ganked one fucking time! He’s literally just been camping the jungle for the past twenty fucking minutes. I’ve pinged, like, ten times! What a dumb fuck, holy shit.”
Even when an authoritative, silent spike in Minho’s woody scent manages none to calm Jisung, too zoned in on the game, Minho knows it’s his time to act. Jisung has taken to opening the text window to fling insults at whoever this poor stranger is, and that’s all Minho needs to understand that a particular someone needs to get put in their place.
So he rises off the bed, abandoning the phone he’d been gaming on himself, and sets out to humble his boyfriend. Within the pack, it was common knowledge that Jisung could be the most.. unruly.
But it was also known that Minho was most dominant, so everything balances out in the end, doesn’t it?
Cypriol clouds the air in a grassy, earthen miasma as Minho clutches the headband of Jisung’s headset and flings it on the desk with a disturbing clatter, making the omega flinch in surprise. A gasp escapes those pouty, rounded lips with wide-eyed shock as the desk chair is turned to face Minho with a bruising, too-strong grip. In the periphery, Minho can see the bulge of his veins trailing up the back of his forearm.
But he doesn’t want his hands on the chair — he wants them on Jisung, pinching his jaw in the cup of his semicircled hand, feeling the bone of his jawline digging into the pads of his furious fingers.
“Someone isn’t playing very nice,” Minho growls, ignoring the whimper of his boyfriend at being forced to not focus on the game.
“I’m sorry,” Jisung whispers, doe-eyed, but Minho is one of the only members in the pack who never falls for it. “Please, the match..”
“No you’re not,” Minho glares. “Do you think that random stranger deserved to get treated that way?”
“No.”
“Will you apologize for being a unsportsmanlike fucking brat?”
“Yes!” Jisung is effectively squirming in his seat, because Minho just knows he gets off on being ordered around. He knows his boyfriend delights in being under the gaze of something so thin and domineering, eyes narrowed until they borderlined murderous. Minho keeps him there for a solid ten seconds after the word is squeaked out, sending a wordless warning that he’d be under strict watch for the rest of the game to make sure he didn’t get out of hand.
“Good boy,” Minho utters condescendingly, bathing in the wrecked sigh that leaves the omega with the praise. He couldn’t deny how he drinked in the authority, wearing it with pride; there was something too delicious about being in control, in knowing that the person beneath you was yours to throw around and they’d still eat out of the palm of your hand.
He turns Jisung back around to his monitor and keeps his hands atop the back of his desk chair, scheme on his mind when he watches his omega type into the text box and hesitantly but eventually hits enter.
J-ONE914: im sorry dude
J-ONE914: just wanna win yknow
*
Minho was quick to go into Felix’s room once the match was over; the omega was something akin to a partner in crime. Being the respective two doms in the pack gave them a special, unique bond that they pleasured in exploiting, and today was no exception.
“Everyone!” Felix howls down the halls, the vanilla overpowering his cinnamon notes with excitement. “Out in the living room! Now!”
Despite not being an alpha, nobody would think to disobey Felix. His dominance was underhanded and sneaky, used more as a charm and bait than Minho’s preferred lust for direct control. Truly, they were a lethal duo.
Everyone leaves their rooms rather lackadaisical, urged faster when Minho purrs out a threatening, “Now.”
Before they know it, everyone is lazing around the living room. Jisung’s hint of citrusy clementine in his scent is a bitter orange, still guilty from his behavior previously; he was intelligent, and he must know this gathering was brought about by him. The betas of the pack, Hyunjin and Seungmin, seem eager to wordlessly calm him, bathing him in the softness of their beautifully compatible rosy and tropical scents.
Minho and Felix stand at the center of the living room, right next to their television, facing the numerous sofas. Minho envelops him in a loving-yet-impassive back hug, tight and warm. Minho loved hugging Felix and burying his face in his scent gland; the richness of vanilla and cinnamon smelt like a warm cup of coffee.
“We’ve gathered you all to propose an idea we’ve concocted to have a little bit of fun!” Felix chirps.
“To dole out punishment, he means,” Minho deadpans, busy nipping at Felix’s skin. The lack of attention on Jisung makes him whine, and Minho glares at him with sharp attention once he tucks his chin over Felix’s shoulder. “It’d be in everyone’s best interest to accept.”
“I’d hope so,” Seungmin pouts with gentle sass, cuddled up to Hyunjin now. “I was having a good gaming session..”
“The gaming session isn’t ending,” Felix coyly replies, smirking all the while.
Everyone within their pack looks to each other before glancing with confusion back to their doms.
“It’s been a hot minute since we’ve all had a good session of Mortal Kombat out here on the flatscreen,” Minho explains. “So we’ve planned up a way to have fun over a couple of rounds.. if everyone’s interested.”
“We’ll split into two teams of four,” Felix announces with a scheming smile. “And we’ll do rounds of one-versus-ones. Winner is allowed to make the loser do whatever he desires. Anything.”
“Anything?” Jeongin repeats with a bent smirk, the first to catch on to how devious this concept was. “Anything you want?”
Felix only nods giddily in return, and Minho nuzzles into his neck with a mischievous look of his own. “Felix will captain the omega-slash-beta team,” the alpha purrs. “I’ll be captaining the alphas.”
“What?” Chan scoff-laughs. He was the only one aside from Minho and Felix that chose to stand, leaning against the wall on the other side of the television. His smoked scent wafts through the air, challenging Minho’s alpha woodiness, and the two alphas fix each other with glares. “I’m the eldest here. Why am I not the leader?”
The words of challenge inspire Minho to finally detach himself from Felix, all too willing to enter an unblinking staring contest with the knowledge that he’ll win every time. Chan’s already begun to falter as Minho stalks over to him and places his hand on the wall beside Chan’s head, effectively pinning the much buffer alpha in a caged and focused embrace.
Chan’s arms fall from where they’d been crossed over his chest, and his eyes dip to the minimal space between them. Despite being an alpha, he was extremely submissive to the ways of Felix and Minho; too often he’s given his knot out of command, eager to please and so yielding to praise, particularly fixated on Felix the way Minho was on Jisung — though Felix was often the one to coo Chan into submission, Minho learned how to pull his strings easily.
“How is that so, baby?” Minho whispers with faux sympathy, tone quickly darkening into something dangerously condescending. He lowers his face to keep Chan’s eyes on him, scowling. “My sweet little pup wants to lead? Thinks he can handle it?”
Chan’s breaths falter, and the smoke of his scent sours with displeasure of challenging his dom. “N-no..” he eventually breathes.
Minho sends him a disdainful tsk-tsk. “Dumb pup should know better by now that he’d prefer to be owned and used instead, right?” Minho’s second hand comes up to ruffle his head of curly hair, feeling the softness of it between his fingers. Having a subtle height advantage helped to further emphasize his dominance, all the better to make him feel beneath.
And Chan simply nods, giving in. Arousal spikes the air — always does when the doms of the pack have their way.
“Good little thing,” Minho praises, using the hand in Chan’s hair to lightly shove him off as if he was merely an afterthought, and the smoke of Chan’s scent bleeds into arousal at being pushed around. Minho walks away, authoritatively assessing the group. “Felix and I will lead, and you’re all gonna be good and obey. Respect your doms, yeah?”
Felix and Minho wait for everyone to nod, with Felix’s elbow propped on Minho’s shoulder once he returns.
Let the games begin.
*
Sexuality charged the air. Minho could just feel it, and given the secretive nod Felix sent him when he looked his way.. he could feel it too. Everyone's combined scents swirled arousal in an invisible web, connecting them all, wordlessly announcing the itch the pack all had to breed and be bred. It was an unspoken truth that having such high libidos would always promise a fun time, Minho thinks.
“Alrighty!” Felix silkily chirps, squeezing himself between everyone on the sofa in front of the television. “Let’s boot this game up — I wanna play first.”
Minho walks over to extend his hand out, letting the freckled blonde nuzzle happily into it. “And which alpha would you like to play against, sweet thing?”
Felix frees himself from Minho’s hold to glance around, but they all know the answer.
Chan.
Chan gulps, knowing Felix was one of the best gamers in the house, but he comes over to sit relatively close nonetheless. Also made aware to everyone was the.. special bond the two of them had, so easily immersed in their roles as a sub top and dom bottom, a whining alpha all too willing to please and a purring omega that pleasured in making him whimper even louder.
This’ll be fun.
Once the game is booted up, Chan is too eager to begin, locking in Shao Kahn and looking to Felix with patient wonder when his omega hums, placing a bent finger under his chin in contemplation.
“What are you doing?” Chan asks when Felix locks in Kitana. “I thought you mained Scorpion.”
“I do!” Felix hums, giddy. “But Kitana counters Shao Kahn; you didn’t think I was gonna make this easy for you, hm?”
Seungmin lowly whistles from where he stood behind the sofa. “This’ll be interesting.”
And interesting the match was — though ridiculously brief. Minho is almost convinced Chan wanted to lose, given how quickly he was to earn his FATALITY, KITANA WINS screen. The alpha whines in embarrassment when Felix teases him for it, abandoning the controllers so he could climb into his lap and kiss his ruddied flush away.
“Such a lousy gamer,” Felix giggles, nuzzling up against his boyfriend’s scent gland on his neck to bathe him in his victorious spike of vanilla. “How adorable. Now, what will I make you do..?”
“If nobody gets naked in the next five minutes, I’m gonna combust,” Jeongin announces, too heady on all the aroused scents in their air from watching Felix and Chan’s performance. It earns him some hushed laughter, particularly from Felix.
“Good idea,” Felix says, climbing off Chan so they could move from the main sofa and onto the adjacent one, though Felix catches a blushing Chan’s wrist before he’s allowed to sit down again. “Take your clothes off, Channie. Miss seeing your big cock, want it back in me..”
Said so casually as Felix begins to unbutton his own jeans, wetting his lips with a flash of pink tongue. Chan’s next sigh is broken and shuddering, looking around to the room with arousal in his wobbling gaze, receiving nothing but a silent spike of approval from the rest of the pack.
So they all sit and watch as Chan strips himself, his clothes forgotten in a heap on the floor alongside Felix’s, more focused on how he was still pretty limp.
Felix changes that.
Once Chan is given permission to sit down again, Felix immediately lowers himself between the bracket of his legs to pull his soft cock up to his lips and lick a stripe up the veiny underside, making it gleam with spit.
“Oh, fuck,” Chan sighs, bringing his hands into Felix’s honey-blonde locks just to hold as a gentle weight, his cock is hidden from sight, but Minho can tell by the bob of the back of his head that he was expertly taking him — Felix’s wide mouth and willing throat were all he needed to begin fucking it down on his alpha’s length, likely encouraging him to full stiffness. “Gonna make me pop my knot too quick, baby, slow down..”
“Can’t,” Felix sighs into the air as he pops off him to kiss the tip. “Wanna sit on you while we watch the other games, god, want it so fucking bad..”
The room is heated whispers and the wet slurps of tongue and mouth, everyone getting more restless — they want their turns to have fun, too.
“Shit, the other matches,” Minho curses, twisting to the rest of the pack. He seems to be the first with enough control to take his eyes off their pack leader getting head. “Who’s next?”
“Me,” Jisung breathes from beneath where Minho had been standing off to the side. He tugs on Minho’s shirt, pleading. “I know what I want when I win.”
‘When I win.’ Minho snorts condescendingly, bending down to pin his boyfriend against the back of the cushion. “My overconfident little fucktoy. How cute.” And without taking his eyes off Jisung, Minho growls out to the rest of the pack, “Who volunteers to put my baby in his place? Hm? Wanna see our cocky omega get demolished.”
He sends Jisung a warning glare at the sound of a scoff released under his breath, but it’s hardly heard over Jeongin’s enthusiastic offering to play against him.
Let round two begin.
Minho has an idea, and he sits down on Jisung’s right side as Jeongin acquaints his left. They’re back at the character selection screen, and there’s a hint of worry in the air — Felix has now plagued the pack with a desire to strategize, and they both mull over their options for a much longer while than Felix and Chan had.
Minho places his thigh on Jisung’s leg as his omega selects Johnny Cage and Jeongin selects Sub-Zero, and Minho sees his opportunity right when a map is selected and they begin loading up their match.
LOADING…
“Hey, love,” Minho whispers into the shell of Jisung’s ear, making the omega endearingly squirm, distracting him. “I’m giving you a rule.”
Jisung whimpers. “That’s unfair,” he sniffs.
“Then suffer,” Minho deadpans. “But this is it; every time you get hit in this match, I’m hitting your thigh in real life.”
Close enough to stay keyed in, Jeongin snorts on Jisung’s other side. “Might not be considered quite a punishment for a painslut,” he murmurs.
3..2..1.. FIGHT!
Minho can feel the arousal clouding Jisung’s citrusy scent at the prospect of being hit, but he has the mind to block Jeongin’s first couple of punches.
It’s getting difficult, though; although Jeongin and Jisung seem equal in skill level, Felix acts as a desirous attraction off to the side. Chan’s moans have been filling the air as he lazily played his tongue up and down his arousal until he was fully erect, undoubtedly the biggest in the pack. Felix was cooing about how good he was taking his mouth before announcing that he wanted to sit down on him like that and cockwarm him while he watched the games, forcing a whine out of his boyfriend with the knowledge that he was made hard only to not be able to fuck into Felix’s tight heat.
At least Seungmin, Hyunjin and Changbin are delighting in the show — they’ve begun pawing over each other’s growing firmness in their pants on the other sofa, making out between all three of them to the hot sight of Felix sinking himself down on Chan’s cock. The alpha hisses, hands on Felix’s naked hips, and Felix gets himself comfortable with a few erotic swivels.
“Fuck,” Chan announces to the room as Felix sighs in adjustment to all that length seated inside him, sitting with his back to Chan’s chest. “He’s so wet, oh my god, he’s getting slick all over my lap.
“Mm,” Felix hums in content. “Be a good boy and take it all, baby.”
Minho almost takes his eyes off the flatscreen — almost.
Jisung swears under his breath as Jeongin finally gets a special attack on him at an unexpected angle, weaponizing Jisung’s faltering focus. He downright moans when Minho claps his hand down hard on his upper thigh, so harsh that Minho feels his own palm sting from the force.
“Shit, mmf,” Jisung whimpers as the shock of it forces him to miss another block, and Minho does it again. Again and again and again, filling the room with groans of pleasure-pain at the crack of skin repeatedly hitting skin. Jeongin takes a few hits of his own, distracted by how his ears are full of the wet sounds of Hyunjin, Changbin and Seungmin making out.
Minho can feel his own arousal filling him out in his pants, and looks down to see Jisung and Jeongin in the same boat. Jisung’s fucking slick makes the air feel warm and citrusy right next to him, only spurring on Minho’s need to fuck him full even more — but he’ll wait. He’ll stay in control for his baby, keeping him in place as he slaps him all the way to his eventual failed win.
Minho scoffs, leaning back aloofly in his seat, and Jisung twists to him with doe-eyed innocence.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” Minho scoffs. “You said you’d win.”
“But..” Jisung sniffles. “I want you, alpha..”
Something warm blooms in Minho’s chest, though he’d never reveal that beyond a hidden, red glow across the tips of his ears. “Should I care?” he spits. “Useless fucking whore can’t even win one round. Pathetic.”
“But m’so horny,” Jisung whines, twisting to him more when Minho seems interested in looking at anything but him. “Alpha, it’s starting to hurt.. want your knot so badly..” And it was evident just how turned on he was just from a little painplay and degradation, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. His scent has warmed up even more now, beginning to feel like the human equivalent of a furnace that burns into Minho’s clothes where their limbs pressed together.
Minho turns to Jeongin, wondering what the group voyeur thought about this little predicament. “What d’you think, Innie? Does this ungrateful brat deserve anything?”
Jeongin lifts his hand to tease it through the omega’s hair, only forcing Jisung to whimper more.
“I think..” he teases out. “He should beg for it.”
“I’ll beg!” Jisung desperately manages out, crawling off the sofa to kneel between Minho’s legs, and the submissiveness has desire bringing Minho to full hardness in his jeans. “Please, Minho! I want your fucking knot. Want you to fill me up with your cum and plug me. Want.. so bad.. god, fuck, please claim me, use me, ruin me.. s’all I want.. wan’ you.. Fuck.”
Minho disdainfully coos with faux sympathy, leaning forward in his seat so he can reach his hand to cup hard around Jisung’s jawline the same exact way he had back in Jisung’s room — except now, his thumb pets over Jisung’s wetted bottom lip, inspecting all that doe-eyed desperation without even a twitch of emotion on his own face.
“Of course you do,” Minho purrs. “You’re mine. So fucking needy, always begging for my knot, needing to get taken by me..”
Jisung nods as much as he can in his grip, looking to be bordering on crying. Minho adored how ruined he looks when he cries while they fuck, loved the way his lashes clumped together as tears spilled down the round of his cheeks to make a further mess of him in the sheets.
Minho’s so addicted to having that again that he finally slips in composure to lean forward and capture their lips together. “Fuck,” Jeongin curses in admiration, and Minho can hear him beginning to palm over the bulge in his own pants. Minsung were certainly a sight to see, always the ones that kissed the most open and disgustingly filthy, licking into each other like they couldn’t live without one another’s oxygen.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Felix says off to the side. Given how Chan moan-whines beneath him, he’s begun to shallowly fuck himself up and down on his cock.
But Minho is beginning to lose himself in it; in his own little world with his desperate little omega, he smirks against Jisung’s mouth when he whines as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, sucking the saliva off of his tongue just to spit it all back into his mouth, giving him so much on the precipice of pleasure and pain that Minho was suddenly the only thing that ever existed, the only thing he needed, the only alpha who knew just how to ruin him.
But because Minho was so attuned to his omega, instincts honed in on his every change in scent, he notices how it only manages to intensify — the citrus goes beyond what he usually produces, and Minho finds his alpha responding to it with interest.
“Fuck, you smell too good,” Minho grits out between his teeth. He pulls away to get a glimpse of Jisung and immediately picks up on the sweat in his hair, the feverish panting, the way his mouth had been bruised red at the edges and coated in spit. “Is this actually what’s happening right now?”
Jisung gulps, breathing like he’d just ran a mile. “Fuggin’.. dunno wha you mean,” he slurs.
But Jeongin must sense it, and Changbin and Chan must sense it too — every alpha knew.
“He’s going into heat,” Changbin says off to the side, sniffing the air.
Fuck.
“Really?” Seungmin comments, breathing harshly himself from where he’d just pulled off Hyunjin’s pillowy, kiss-bitten lips. “But.. aren’t you omegas meant to be cycling together?”
“Maybe Minho domming him around brought it out sooner,” Felix giggle-sighs from where he fucks his hips down on Chan with wavelike motions. “I’m not due for another two weeks.”
“You little fucking slut,” Minho comments with a bent smirk, lifting Jisung beneath his arms and manhandling him until he was possessively hovering over him on the floor. His alpha is absolutely revved up with the desire to get his cock in him now, made all the more necessary when Jisung merely moans at being flung around, making himself appear smaller beneath his boyfriend, flushed and whiny. “Bet you fucking love the attention, huh? Like knowing all our pack is watching? Like knowing they’re gonna get off on watching me breed you?”
Their omegas were on contraceptives, but the kink remained in Jisung’s rapid nods of approval.
“What a needy little thing,” Felix coos, beginning to fist his own cock as he watches Jisung raptly. “Loves being surrounded by all his alphas.”
“He does,” Minho casually purrs out, beginning to undo Jisung’s pants and tug them off alongside his boxers. The waft of citrus that fills the air when Jisung’s slicked hole is exposed to the room is so fucking sweet, forcing a growl out of Minho as he begins working on his own pants. “Little fucktoy loves knowing I’m the only alpha that can fuck him how he really wants. Loves knowing I’m not gonna let anyone else give him their knot the way I can.”
“Please, please,” Jisung babbles, always so cutely surprised whenever he sees Minho expose himself again, already grabbing it’s length at the base — everyone knew Minsung couldn’t resist one another during their heats and ruts, always eager to fuck on whatever hard surface was closest; today, it seemed like they’d be going at it on the floor. “Need your cock in me so bad.”
“Impatient little thing,” Minho scolds, knowing well enough that he was just as eager to fuck. He slaps his cockhead over Jisung’s wet entrance a few times with a hiss before finally pushing himself in.
“Oh, fuck,” Jisung cries out, throwing his head back and baring his neck that possessed the ring of Minho’s claiming bite that never quite seems to fade. They’d all bitten each other before, but it was clear through biology that only the alpha’s ever lasted. “Yes, god, yes, fuck me rough, baby, mmf.”
Minho feels his mind sinking into nothing but the pleasure of kicking his hips in and out of that tight wetness, loving the way it coats his cock in slick and leaves him smelling like Jisung for days after they’re done. He doesn’t fuck him fast, necessarily, preferring to rather roll his hips in that same sinuous way he does when he dances. But it’s deep, and it’s hard, and he feels the way Jisung appreciatively clenches around him.
He thinks that Changbin and Hyunjin get up to play a round of their own, perfectly casual despite having four of their members fucking each other in the same room, with Jeongin beginning to fist his own cock at the sight of it all on the sofa.
Minho only ever looks up when he sees feet next to Jisung’s head.
It’s Felix, naked and fully hard, with an equally aroused Chan right behind him. They come down to Minho’s eye level and his fellow dom fixes him with a smirk.
“Felt lonely over there,” Felix teases, getting on his hands and knees so Chan could have him from behind. “S’it okay if I make out with you, Hannie?” he asks, looking down to the fucked-out omega with a smirk.
“Kiss me,” Jisung says, too out of commission to make any effort aside from twisting his head. It gets a soft smile out of Felix before he’s leaning down to connect their lips, and Minho’s pretty sure his heart kicks at how hot they looked — he didn’t wanna come too soon, but this definitely was spurring him closer and closer to the edge.
“They look so pretty together,” Chan praises, already having lined himself up to begin fucking into Felix. He, too, was mesmerized.
“Our perfect little omegas,” Minho can’t help but praise alongside them. Felix and Jisung kiss with tongue, lolling them together and moaning into each other’s mouths, and it encourages Minho to faster kick his hips so he could hear more.
His eyes only wandered away for brief moments, finding that the next round was Hyunjin versus Changbin. Hyunjin wins, and Changbin whines past kiss-bruised lips that his team weren’t the gamers, but he cheers up quickly when he finds that Hyunjin’s desired wish for winning was to kneel himself between Changbin’s knees to suck him off, getting him wet for Seungmin to take him inside, which earns enthusiastic agreement from all three.
So then they’re also brought to the floor, with Changbin lying down on his back, Seungmin riding his cock, and Hyunjin riding his face. The room is pure moans now, game forgotten, and Minho knows his little omega will come soon given how his moans have heightened.
“Our sweet alphas, mm, taking such good care of us,” Felix purrs out on a moan as Chan slaps his hips against his ass, grip tight and reverent. He kisses the tear tracks off Jisung’s cheeks every time new ones spill over, sometimes licking them away before licking back into Jisung’s mouth, and Minho feels his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock with desire.
“Gonna fucking knot you,” Minho grits out. “You gonna take my knot like the good little bitch you are? Huh? Beg for it.”
“Please,” Jisung whispers against Felix’s mouth, panting into it breathily. “Want your fat knot so fucking bad, please fill me up..”
Jisung’s whines only get everyone else in the room to moan more, interspersed and wanton and enough to make Minho’s knot form at its biggest thus far; his whole pack was experiencing pleasure, somehow making his own increase tenfold.
“Fuck,” Minho says with the final pushes of his hips before breaching Jisung, feeling his omega gush with slick to better let him inside. “I’m gonna fucking come, I’m coming, gonna breed my omega full..”
He’s vaguely aware of how Jisung’s own cock shoots out spurt after spurt of come onto his stomach, though life becomes little more than the surge of throbbing arousal felt deep within his core for wave after wave after wave. He groan-hisses, his own little eternity of pleasure hugging around his knot, and he can’t do much else than lean down to bite at his omega’s bared neck in a show of true connection and pleasure.
Jisung whines, finally pulling away from Felix as the sight of Minsung coming begins to send him and Chan over, sweaty and fucked-out and the most gorgeous sight Minho’s ever seen. They lean toward each other naturally, easy as breathing, and finally kiss in a way that’s somewhat soft — just lips rubbing against lips, gentle and caring, showing the love they deeply possessed for one another amid the chaos of sex surrounding them.
Everyone eventually goes over, reduced to tangles of warm limbs with the perfume of their combined scents making the air warm with it. Felix giggles, realizing it was a bad decision to knot in this position now that he’s become a puddle of cum and slick on the floor, but his smile is light when his eyes reach Minho’s, scheming and impish.
And Minho knows they were thinking the same thing: best game night ever.