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Yeosang handed the bag of food to Wooyoung through the driver's side window of the black, nondescript van. It was just food this time; no secret messages in the dumplings. As Wooyoung gave him the money, he grinned. "Keep the change."
"Thanks for the tip," Yeosang replied with a smirk and a roll of his eyes, putting the money in his sling bag.
Wooyoung licked his lips as his voice lowered. "Bigger tip for you is waiting in the back of the van," he quipped.
Yeosang flushed. "I'm working , you horny fucker."
"And? You were with Mingi and the Captain just last night, you hornier fucker." Wooyoung cackled as Yeosang went nearly as red as the stripe on his helmet.
Pushing his visor up, Yeosang scowled, but it looked more like a pout. "You and San need to eat," he insisted.
"We will." Wooyoung smirked again. "We just want dessert after. Now get your cute little ass in the van."
Yeosang sighed, rolling his eyes again and playing like it was a massive inconvenience as he walked his bike around, parking it right next to the van. As he got into the back, he barely got the door closed before he was pulled into strong arms. "S-San!" Yeosang gasped. "My helmet...!"
It was pulled off and dropped, allowed to roll to one corner of the van as Yeosang was turned around, full lips capturing his own. He moaned as San proceeded to kiss his soul right out of his body, Wooyoung yelling a protest from the front.
San broke the kiss with a grin. “Sorry, not sorry,” he murmured, stroking Yeosang’s face. “Hey baby.”
Yeosang tried to pull himself back into lucidity, noting the healing bruises on San’s body; his lower lip was a bit more swollen than usual, his arms and torso dotted with fresh marks among the healed and healing. “Another fight?”
“You should see the other guy!” Wooyoung called, moving to the back with the food boxes and sitting down, handing one white box to San. San took it with one hand, his other arm still wound around Yeosang. “Besides, he won. Made a fat stack off the poor bastard.”
Yeosang eyed Wooyoung as San began to dig into his food, taking off his sling bag and sending it to join his helmet. “If you made so much, couldn’t you two get a hotel room for a change?” San managed to split his chopsticks with one hand, and Yeosang realized he was whipped, because he found the action extremely hot.
Wooyoung shrugged. “We like the van. It’s nice. Cozy.” His gaze went dark as he picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks. “Risky.” He winked as he took a bite, and Yeosang did his best not to think about his words, distracting himself by looking over San’s injuries.
Of course, it didn’t take long for San to distract him further, feeding him small bits of food despite Yeosang insisting he’d already eaten. “Just making sure,” San murmured in the brunet’s ear as Yeosang shuddered from head to toe.
San finished eating all too quickly, tossing the empty container off to one side and hauling Yeosang into his arms fully. Yeosang yelped some, but his sounds of protest were quickly muffled by a kiss. San languidly pushed his tongue into Yeosang’s mouth, keeping the contact slow and heated. Eventually, San broke the kiss as he buried his face in Yeosang's neck. Yeosang whined, trying not to squirm as San began to gently kiss the bit of his neck showing above his jacket collar.
Wooyoung shot his partner a glare. “Sannie…”
“Mm, can’t help it,” came San’s muffled reply, his hands unzipping Yeosang’s jacket before tugging it down and off. Yeosang did nothing to protest, sighing in light relief as his arms were exposed to the air. “Our baby is so sweet…”
“Fuck,” Yeosang breathed, biting his lip. He knew he was a goner.
“Thank God you wear that jacket,” San murmured, running his hands up and down Yeosang’s arms and shoulders. “Couldn’t stand other people staring at these.”
Yeosang blushed. “San…”
“Shush.” San moved in, kissing at his nleck again, pulling his body close. “You have no idea how sexy you are, how good you look.” He pressed down with his teeth, leaving a small hickey and pulling a soft moan out of Yeosang.
Wooyoung nearly growled, finally tossing his empty box away and pulling off his shirt, tossing it to one side. “Asshole,” he half-growled at San, wrapping his own arms around Yeosang’s waist. “Stop hogging him.” He ran his hands under Yeosang’s tank top, slightly calloused fingers tracing lines against smooth, slightly pale skin.
Yeosang shivered, feeling his eyes flutter closed. “Wooyoung… Please…"
One hand traced up his stomach, the other holding him by the chin as Wooyoung kissed over his birthmark, then down his cheek and jaw. Lips met, Yeosang moaning as he reached with a hand of his own to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair. San was gripping Yeosang’s thighs, keeping him firmly in place before sliding up to undo the delivery boy’s pants.
Yeosang was slowly losing himself to the situation, trusting the hands of the pair as they manipulated his body, stripping him down. He broke the kiss as San’s fingers trailed over his nipples, a moan fighting its way out of his throat. Soon, the thin tank top was gone. Wooyoung took the chance to move his lips lower, kissing and eventually leaving deep hickeys on Yeosang’s pale shoulders. Pants were pulled firmly down his legs, underwear too, leaving him nude between them. Whining, Yeosang dragged his own hands down San’s chest and stomach, feeling the muscles and hearing San’s breath hitch when his fingers met bruises. “P-please,” Yeosang begged, wriggling, his cock twitching and tapping against his lower stomach.
Smirking, Wooyoung slid one arm to Yeosang’s front, fingers curling around his cock and slowly moving. It was too dry, but the slight roughness made Yeosang let out a keening sound. “Please what, baby?” Wooyoung nearly purred. “You were acting annoyed before, but you’re all excited now.”
“He’s sensitive,” San responded warmly, a balm to the way Wooyoung teased. “Nothing wrong with that.”
A chuckle came from Wooyoung as San passed him some lube. “True,” he murmured, drizzling a little bit on Yeosang’s cock before going back to stroking. “But Sangie here has to be able to take both of us, and he’s already trembling… You wouldn’t leave us unsatisfied, would you, baby?”
Yeosang hissed, a sharp intake of breath filling his lungs as he shook his head. “N-no… Just need to come, ‘m so on edge…”
Wooyoung shook his head, stroking a little faster. “On edge already? Did the Captain and Mingi fuck you that good? Make you so needy for it that you think you can just get it whenever you want?” Teasing, biting words continued to fall from Wooyoung’s lips, only making Yeosang moan louder and twitch all the more in San’s lap.
San lightly smacked Wooyoung on the shoulder. “Sangie deserves it,” he insisted, words spoken between sweet kisses to Yeosang’s face. “Works so hard, does so much for us.” He kissed away the few tears that managed to slide down Yeosang’s cheeks as he began to roll his hips.
Yeosang moved with the pair, fucking into the hand around his cock as he let himself slip more and more into that space where nothing existed but being ruined by his teammates, his lovers, who were always happy to indulge him. “Mmn, Sannie, Wooyoungie, wanna come, please…?” His voice was already taking a whinier pitch, his speech getting a bit slurred. This pair always made him slip the fastest, especially when he had been with someone the night before. Already, he was louder, not caring about the slightly open windows in the front.
Wooyoung sighed, letting San still Yeosang by the hips before moving his hand faster. “I guess you can,” he finally replied, teasing. “But after that, you don’t come until we’re done with you. Understand, baby?”
Yeosang nodded quickly. “Y-yes, yes, understand, Wooyoungie! W-wanna come, need to…!”
San cooed softly. “Go ahead, Sangie. Come for us.”
With a deep moan, Yeosang finally came, Wooyoung holding his cock so he made a mess of his own stomach. Yeosang trembled and twitched through it before going limp, panting and swaying until he fell back against Wooyoung. He blinked a few times, dazed, his eyes unfocused.
Grabbing a nearby cloth, San wiped him clean as Wooyoung ran a hand through Yeosang’s hair. “Baby, give us a color.” Wooyoung's voice was still firm, but a bit warmer, the teasing edge gone.
“Mmn, green,” Yeosang mumbled, turning his head to nuzzle into the other man’s neck.
Wooyoung trailed a hand over Yeosang’s stomach as San moved to get fully undressed himself. “Need a minute?” he asked, nibbling at Yeosang’s earlobe, catching the small hoop there and giving it a gentle tug.
With a shiver, Yeosang shook his head. “No, Wooyoungie… I’m green, I’m good, promise.”
“See what a good boy he is?” San commented as he grabbed Yeosang, pulling him into his lap again, back-first this time. He gently ran his hands over Yeosang’s body as Wooyoung also took the rest of his clothes off. “Listen Sangie,” he murmured into Yeosang’s ear. “I’m going to open you up while you remind Wooyoung how good your mouth is.”
Yeosang felt his breath hitch; every time Wooyoung used him for this, his voice was always raspy the morning after, in the best way. In a nearly conditioned response, his mouth began to water as he noticed Wooyoung’s cock already erect and twitching in interest. “O-okay, Sannie,” he finally replied. “W-wanna do that, please, let me.”
Yeosang was shifted again, finding himself on all fours with Wooyoung on his knees in front of him. He gently gripped his cock, tapping it against Yeosang’s cheek. “Open up, baby,” he murmured.
Immediately, Yeosang’s jaw fell open, his tongue hanging out as his dark eyes flicked up to Wooyoung’s face. Wooyoung made a pleased sound, soon sliding his erection into Yeosang’s mouth, groaning. “Fuck, that’s a good boy…”
Meanwhile, San was already two fingers deep in Yeosang, moving the digits in and out. “Mm, Mingi must have taken him last night,” San commented. “He’s still nice and open.” A soft moan came from Yeosang in response; being talked about like he wasn’t there was another turn on.
Wooyoung chuckled. “Can’t blame him,” he murmured as Yeosang got to work, moving his head up and down. “Our Sangie feels so good once you get inside him… Mingi didn’t stand a chance.”
Fighting a laugh, San added more lube, slipping a third finger in. “Don’t let him hear you say that; he’ll remind you how you begged for it a couple months ago.”
“That was - mmn, fuck, baby, just like that - one time!” Wooyoung insisted, one hand tangling in Yeosang’s hair.
San just shook his head, sliding the three fingers in deep and curling them, pressing against Yeosang’s prostate.
Yeosang jolted and Wooyoung took the chance to push his cock deep into Yeosang’s mouth, the tip in his throat. A chuckle came from Wooyoung. “He’s nearly there again already,” he commented. “You better put it in sometime this decade.”
San rolled his eyes. “Can it,” he muttered, pulling his hand out and wiping it on his shirt before tossing it aside. Grasping Yeosang’s hips, he used his thumbs to spread his asscheeks apart, seeing his entrance was glistening pink from lube. “Stay still, doll,” he murmured, pressing his cock against Yeosang’s entrance, then slowly sliding in.
A deep, gurgling moan was released around Wooyoung’s cock, Yeosang nearly going cross-eyed as he was stuffed from both ends. He instantly felt himself go more lax, wanting nothing more than to let the pair use his body like a toy. Thankfully, San and Wooyoung felt the same, Yeosang feeling both of Wooyoung’s hands tangle in his hair. “M’gonna fuck your throat,” Wooyoung snarled.
Yeosang’s only reply was a single tap with one finger to Wooyoung’s thigh.
Just like that, they were off: Yeosang relaxing his mouth as Wooyoung made good on his words, stuffing his throat full with his cock. Filth spilled from Wooyoung’s lips, too. “Look at you, fucking made for this… Should - mmn - just keep you here, fuck you whenever I want… Yeah, keep swallowing, just like that… Nngh, your fucking throat keeps bulging, so damn hot…”
Yeosang knew his throat was going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but in his mind, it was worth it.
And then there was San, moving slower, but deep, a steady ‘smack’ coming from between them as their hips met. His grip was tight, bruising, leaving marks that would be on Yeosang’s body for days if not weeks. He was speaking too, the salve that eased the bite from Wooyoung’s words. “Look at you, being such a good boy, baby… Deserve this, deserve all of it, taking our cocks so well. You work so hard… Gonna stay with us, doll, yeah? Let us make you ours?”
Of course, it was just words, as the eight teammates were all in various levels of intimacy with each other; despite that, the mere idea of being kept like some pet, used only for the pair’s desires, made heat pool deep in Yeosang’s gut. His muffled sounds of pleasure increased in pitch and frequency, his back arching. He started to tremble, his fingers curling into the carpet that covered the floor of the van as he felt himself get pushed towards that delicious edge.
It was a cramped area and a warm night; Yeosang felt sweat from his hair slip past Wooyoung's fingers and gently trail down his back. Hollowing his cheeks, he began to suck hungrily at the cock in his mouth. His eyes fluttered open, trying to focus on Wooyoung’s face.
Wooyoung growled, his teeth gritting. “Got a fucking m-minx on our hands, San,” he grunted. “Gonna -mmmn, fuck - pump all of my seed d-down his throat if he keeps this shit up-!”
“Go ahead,” San breathed in reply. “Gives us a chance to edge him.” He adjusted the grip of one of his hands, the other moving to curl around Yeosang’s throat. He could feel the way Wooyoung’s cock made Yeosang’s throat bulge out, and he grinned at the gurgle that came forth. “Don’t you dare come,” he murmured in Yeosang’s hair. “We’re not done with you, baby.” He gently squeezed, causing Yeosang’s eyes to shut tight.
Of course, Wooyoung felt that squeeze as well, and after a few stutters of his hips and a string of curses, he came, shooting down Yeosang’s throat as he tilted his head back. Yeosang swallowed it all with ease, his eyes rolling back as he nearly came a second time. However, Wooyoung and San’s warnings repeated themselves in his head, and he merely shivered and moaned softly around the cock impaling his throat.
San lasted only a few seconds more before he slammed inside, nearly growling Yeosang’s name. Warmth soon filled Yeosang’s backside as he, too, reached his peak. Yeosang’s toes curled, the oldest of the trio keening as he fought his every nerve trying to push him over the edge. Unable to keep himself up, Yeosang went nearly boneless, Wooyoung’s cock slipping from his mouth as he collapsed. His chest and shoulders fell to the carpet, his ass held up only by San’s hands and hips. He was panting, his tongue lolling out as he tried to piece his orgasm-needy brain back together.
He wasn’t given very long; soon, Wooyoung tangled a hand in Yeosang’s hair, pulling the biker back up and into a filthy, needy kiss. Weakly, Yeosang grabbed at Wooyoung, moaning, and then whining as San pulled out, replacing his cock quickly with a plug they always seemed to have close by for times like these. Breaking the kiss with a fierce nibble to Yeosang’s lower lip, Wooyoung panted softly. “Finally doing as you're told?” He grinned, his expression just shy of feral. “You must want to come bad . Don’t even care who you get it from.”
Yeosang whined, Wooyoung’s words never once losing their bite. “Nnn, no… Wooyoungie, please…!”
San’s arms wrapped around Yeosang from behind. “Got a color for us, baby?”
“Mmmmn…” Yeosang sighed, his eyes falling closed as he heard Wooyoung chuckle.
“He’s so gone already.” Wooyoung watched as Yeosang’s head fell back to rest on San’s shoulder. “Wanna edge him more?”
Only then did Yeosang blink, anxiety tickling the edges of his brain. “Y-yellow.”
Instantly, Wooyoung dropped the teasing. “What's wrong, doll?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Yeosang in a soft hug.
“Talk to us,” San added.
Yeosang swallowed. “W-wanna keep going but… Won’t last, too close to coming.” His eyes were a bit wide as he looked between the pair. “Need, I-I need…”
San clocked it before Wooyoung did. “Need the cock ring, baby?”
Yeosang nodded. “Y-yes, Sannie, need it, wanna be good for you, both of you.”
“You are good,” Wooyoung insisted as San moved. “The best. Thank you for using your safe words and telling us what you needed.” Yeosang relaxed some at the praise as he felt Wooyoung kissing back up his jaw and finding his birthmark again. He was clearly obsessed with it, and had expressed before that he wished he had more than just a couple of ways he could show Yeosang how good it looked on him. It wasn’t a marr or something to hide; it made his already gorgeous face even more so.
San finally came back over, a red cockring in his hands, along with the lube. “You need this, lovely?” he asked Yeosang.
Yeosang nodded. “Please, Sannie… Want it, need it to be good…”
Cooing, San slicked up Yeosang’s erect cock, then gently slid the cockring on, to the base. A soft whimper came from Yeosang, but he soon nodded. “Okay, I’m green. Please, keep going…”
Wooyoungs’s grin once again sharpened into that familiar, teasing smirk. “So pretty, Sangie.” He pushed the slender biker onto his back, admiring his body. “Do you want me next?” He asked the question as a hand slid down Yeosangs’s thigh, playing with the plug nestled in his ass.
Yeosang's breath hitched, the eldest of the trio trying not to squirm away. “Mmn, Wooyoungie… Please…”
“Please what?” Wooyoung raised a brow. “Want me to fuck Sannie’s come back into you before adding my own?” He laughed, the sound nearly mocking.
San shook his head, caressing Yeosang’s face, the soft skin tinged red with a fresh blush. “Don't tease him so much; you know our doll’s favorite thing is to be so full of our come that his stomach nearly bulges.”
The mere thought made Yeosang bite down on his lower lip, fighting the whine that he almost unleashed. He had only gotten like that once, and that was on his birthday last year. Every single member took him at least twice, emptying their come inside him until his stomach, indeed, had a noticeable bulge.
Yeosang came so hard he passed out for almost a whole day. It had been the best night of his life.
“Do you really think you can come three times, baby?” San asked Wooyoung with a raised brow, almost mockingly.
Wooyoung snorted. “Bitch, why do you think I’ve been fighting off your advances the past few weeks? Been saving it all up for our favorite doll.” He gently flicked the tip of Yeosang’s dick, who hissed and smacked his shoulder in reply.
San rolled his eyes. “And here I thought you cared about my health.” He snaked his arms around Wooyoung’s middle, kissing at his neck. “Think I’ll fuck you while I fuck him. It'll get me nice and ready for the main event.”
Yeosang blinked slowly. “Main…?”
Wooyoung nearly giggled, leaning close. “We’re going to take you at the same time, babydoll.” The words were a near purr. “Both our cocks inside your perfect ass.”
If Yeosang hadn’t been close before, he was now, his body wriggling in sheer need as his back arched off the floor of the van. Wooyoung laughed. “Such a needy little slut,” he continued. “But that’s partly why we all love you so much.” He played with the plug only a little more before whispering a warning and pulling it out.
Yeosang nearly sobbed; he hated feeling empty. Before he could beg to be filled, Wooyoung took care of the problem, pushing himself inside Yeosang with no hesitation. As Yeosang moaned loud enough to be heard outside the van, Wooyoung shuddered, a little sigh coming from his parted lips. “Fuck, San was right… Fucking perfect.” He gathered Yeosang’s wrists in one hand, pinning them over his head as his other hand curled around Yeosang’s neck.
Keening, Yeosang closed his eyes as Wooyoung began to fuck him in earnest, the hand at his throat squeezing hard enough to leave marks briefly before he let go again. His hips didn’t have the same power San’s did, but they made up for that in speed, a piston-like pace that always sent Yeosang reeling. His moans came out broken and reedy, voice hoarse from both sucking off Wooyoung and the choking. But a breathy ‘green’ gave Wooyoung permission to keep going.
Wooyoung focused more on Yeosang’s neck and chest, leaving marks that wouldn’t fade for days, right alongside San’s. Growling, Wooyoung picked up the pace, only to stop as he felt a hand press to his lower back, keeping him deep inside Yeosang. “You two look so damn good,” San breathed, kissing and biting at Wooyoung’s ear before sliding into the youngest of the trio.
Wooyoung’s breath hitched, his head tilting back as San entered him. Yeosang just watched with teary eyes, feeling the hand around his wrists grip tighter. Watching Wooyoung and San fuck one another was always a treat, but to be able to watch it while getting fucked at the same time was heavenly.
San easily took over the pace, fucking into Wooyoung, which made him fuck into Yeosang at the same time. San bit into Wooyoung’s shoulder, his intense gaze focusing on Yeosang as he watched the biker gradually fall apart. Wooyoung could do little else but take it, one hand gripping all over Yeosang’s body and leaving fresh marks. However, that ability was soon lost as well. His hands both moved to grip the rug beneath Yeosang, his loud moans soon matching the eldest’s. The pair soon began to kiss hungrily, both of them eagerly letting San wreck them. Yeosang’s legs spread wide, trying to make room for both men, one hand tangling in Wooyoung’s hair as the other tried to grab San, nail marks trailing down the fighter’s arm.
San growled a bit. “Pet is showing his claws a bit,” he muttered, hands keeping Wooyoung still as he continued to fuck the other man. “Maybe it should be Yeosang and I fucking you full at the end of this.”
Wooyoung broke the kiss with a huff. “D-don’t you dare, Choi San,” he managed between pants for air, his hands running all over Yeosang’s body. “Been dreaming about this for- aaahn!” His words were cut off as San angled his hips, hitting a spot that made Wooyoung see stars and curl his fingers into Yeosang’s skin. “O-ohhh, fuck you…!”
San chuckled. “Later,” he promised, starting to go faster. With how riled up he was, before long, Wooyoung cried out, coming moments later and adding to the mess already inside Yeosang.
For his part, Yeosang was on the brink of a mind-altering orgasm, but that blasted cock ring made sure the release was dry and unsatisfying. He was on the edge, right where San and Wooyoung wanted him. He whined deeply, tear-filled eyes opening. He was sweaty, full of come, pleasure tingling his every nerve, but true satisfaction was just out of his reach. “Youngie… Sannie… Please …!”
San slowly slid out of Wooyoung, who gasped softly as San helped him pull out of Yeosang. “Wooyoung needs a minute, baby.” He flashed a smile, setting Wooyoung against the pillows and blankets before pulling Yeosang into him, his broad chest against that slender back once again. “Focus on me for now.” He slid inside Yeosang before too much spilled out, getting a whine. San didn’t move; he just held him, running his hands up and down the marks all over Yeosang’s skin.
Five minutes passed before San gently curled his hands around Yeosang’s hips, slowly moving him up and down his cock. Nearly sobbing, Yeosang grabbed San’s arms, playing at pulling away. San wasn’t having it, sliding one arm around Yeosang’s chest and pulling their bodies flush. His other hand pressed down on Yeosang’s lower stomach as he began to roll his hips, feeling the way the cock inside made Yeosang's skin stretch.
Yeosang was starting to unravel, pinned and being used like a toy for San as Wooyoung watched with a heated gaze. The tears did spill over now, Yeosang’s bleary vision barely focused on a dark spot on the ceiling. “I-I can’t, can’t take any more… Gonna come apart, gonna break…!”
“Do it then.” Wooyoung had recovered, teasing again as his hand tangled in Yeosang’s hair. “Go ahead and break, baby. That won’t stop anything. You must really want to be our toy, hm? Just sit, look pretty, and get fucked.” He kissed Yeosang deeply then, muffling his whine. Wooyoung looked up at San as he broke the kiss, reaching for the lube. “We could sell his bike, use the cash to get him some of that pretty lingerie. The pink set with the lace and ribbons.”
A pleased rumble came from San as he stilled his hips, keeping Yeosang pinned. “As tempted as I am by that, Seonghwa would kill us both if we did.”
“A tragedy.” Wooyoung began to slick up his cock, which was becoming erect once more. “Put a bug in the Captain’s ear; if we offered to share, he would get onboard.”
A dark chuckle came from San. “Judging by the way Sangie just clenched around me, he’s loving that idea.” He slid the hand at Yeosang’s stomach down, pushing in two fingers alongside his cock, then three. He stretched Yeosang open with ease, keeping him still even as hips tried to buck and squirm. “Stay still, baby; you do want Wooyoung and I to stuff you full, right?”
A squeal made its way out of Yeosang’s throat, his cock red from its constriction, throbbing and twitching. Wooyoung visibly trembled. “Fuck, San, please tell me he’s ready.”
Yeosang’s breath hitched. “W-wait,” he breathed. “I… I’m green but… Wanna face Sannie, please… His turn…”
San chuckled. “Aren’t you sweet? Such a good baby boy.” He cooed as Yeosang flushed and tried to hide his face. Slowly, fingers and cock were pulled out, Yeosang soon facing San. They kissed deeply as San pushed back in, muffling Yeosang’s moan.
Slowly, Yeosang broke the kiss, reaching back with his hands and grasping his asscheeks, pulling them apart. He fixed his wide eyes on Wooyoung, fluttering his lashes and looking as coquettish and innocent as he could even though he was anything but. “Please, Wooyoungie… Fill me up, make me full…”
A near-snarl crossed Wooyoung’s face, smacking Yeosang’s hands away to grab his ass himself. “Gonna be the fucking death of me,” he muttered, pressing the slick tip of his cock to Yeosang’s hole. Slowly, he slid in, San groaning as their cocks met and slid against one another. Yeosang’s moan was absolutely debauched, his eyes wide as his fingers curled into San’s shoulders. It had been a while since he had two cocks inside him at once, and fuck it had been worth the wait. Soon, he felt Wooyoung’s hips press to his back, Yeosang shuddering at how heavy it felt deep in his stomach. One of Wooyoung’s hands slid over Yeosang’s skin until he found the bulge thanks to the pair of cocks inside. “There it is,” he panted out, kissing the back of Yeosang’s shoulders as he added slight pressure. “Perfect little doll, taking our cocks so well.”
Yeosang’s head finally dropped, his entire body on edge and lit up with pleasure. He tried to speak, but his voice was unsteady, a barely-audible ‘please’ falling from his lips. He was so gone he didn’t even feel a slicked up hand remove the cock ring that had been restricting him.
San kissed Yeosang’s cheek. “Hold on for us, love.” And just like that, with practiced ease, San and Wooyoung both began to move, alternating their thrusts. The pace was slow at the start, making sure Yeosang felt every bit of the pair as they slid back and forth. Yeosang’s nerves were prickling, the ache of the stretch dwarfed by the pleasure running through his veins like an electric current. San and Wooyoung also had their hands and lips everywhere, gripping his body and leaving bruises atop bruises. Gasps, whines and groans, paired with the wet sounds coming from where their hips met, were accentuated by skin meeting skin.
Yeosang felt a hand tangle in his sweaty hair and pull him into a filthy kiss that muffled his moans. The skill and finesse of the tongue told him it was San, and Yeosang just let his mouth be plundered. Another hand slid up his chest to tease one of his nipples, Wooyoung whispering into his ear. “Keeping you, fuck… You’re ours, not sharing you anymore… Still so tight with two cocks in you…” Wooyoung always got that way when he was close, intending to tease Yeosang until he couldn’t hold himself together.
Just when Yeosang felt himself settle (if only slightly), he felt San’s hands grip his hips tightly, keeping him still. With a grin and a wink, he and Wooyoung began to thrust at the same time, filling Yeosang deeply and making his cries increase in pitch. They always left an aching emptiness behind when they slid back, but gave Yeosang no time to whine about it as they slammed back inside.
Finally losing the battle to keep himself upright, Yeosang’s chest lowered until it was pressing to San’s, his cries and garbled moans right in San’s ear. San grunted some. “F-fuck… Not lasting much longer…”
“Same,” Wooyoung panted. “Give it to ‘im, Sannie.”
San pulled Yeosang into one last kiss, hips slamming into Yeosang only a couple more times before stopping. Moaning into San’s mouth, Yeosang could feel the other man’s cock pulse and throb inside him, fresh come joining the loads already inside him.
Wooyoung groaned, nearly keening as his pace picked up, letting loose inside Yeosang and adding even more to the mess already there. That was all it took for Yeosang to let out one last, broken, shuddering moan, coming hard as his eyes rolled back. The orgasm hit him harder than any attack from the enemy, harder even than his worst motorcycle crash. It was all-consuming, Yeosang not registering anything as he went limp between the pair.
When his senses began to return, he was dimly aware of a familiar plug in his ass and whispered praises gracing his ears. He made a happy sound as he was laid on his side, hands slowly rubbing up and down his stomach. He still felt full, and the thought of the pair’s come still being inside him made Yeosang shiver. San gently brushed Yeosang’s hair from his eyes, a tired smile curling his lips. “Rest a little bit, Sangie,” he murmured quietly. “We got a room. Once you feel up for it, we’ll take you up and get you cleaned properly.”
“Mmn,” Yeosang replied. “And yet you decided to do it here?”
Wooyoung gave a small nip to Yeosang’s ear. “Like you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Yeah.” Yeosang closed his eyes with a grin. “I really did.”
Now he just needed to think of what to say to Seonghwa when he couldn’t ride his bike tomorrow…
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AUTHOR’S NOTES:
So. The Bouncy era is timeless to me and the first thing I thought of was Woosan having sex in the back of the van. Of course, then the gremlin in my brain added Yeosang to the mix, and… here we are.
I probably made the van bigger than it was, but if I was worried about accuracy, I’d be writing Nat Geo magazines and not the horny shit my brain thinks up.
Title liberally stolen from Icky by KARD (thank you, BM). Many thanks to Jess for being an awesome beta reader.
I hope you enjoyed it! Love ya, Atiny~
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