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Soobin had never gotten close to Kai, never even thought to. They were both two vastly different people who happened to end up in the same place. They were neighbors and Soobin was friends with Kai’s older sister, Lea. So by association, he and Kai were acquaintances.

All Soobin knew about Kai was that he was really into anime, like some otaku-level shit, but Soobin wasn’t the type to judge, not his place, after all. Not like his opinion mattered anyway. The most he ever saw of Kai in the decade of knowing him was when he sauntered past the shared room of the youngest siblings to hang out with Lea after school. They liked to keep to themselves and Soobin respected that. But the stark contrast between each of the Huenings made Soobin question how they all turned out so different, yet got along so well.

He knew that Kai didn’t like him all too much. Soobin believed it was because they were eerily similar in a way. It was the same for him too. There was just something about how he could see himself within Kai that freaked him out though neither of them cared enough to unpack any of that.

All Kai knew about Soobin was that he was kind of an asshole, but even then he could never fully dislike the guy. Kai thought Soobin was, unfortunately, quite charming— in the way that serial killers are. The kind of charm that colored over his wrongdoings with a rose-tinted hue, reducing them to mere mistakes rather than realizing them as fatal character flaws.

Everyone who had met him thought he was perfect. To the public, Soobin was well-spoken, academically gifted, and kind. He was the type of guy you’d want to bring home to your parents to impress them. And he’d impress them so much that they’d ask you where he was during family events, and you’d have to break it to them that the two of you didn’t last. Then you’d watch their expressions morph into pity because they really liked him. You’d never hear the end of it.

In high school, Kai would walk home and catch Soobin bringing home a different person almost every other day. They’d all look up at him with hopeful, bright eyes as he slung an arm around their shoulders, blissfully ignorant to Soobin’s true nature that hid underneath that nice guy exterior. Every once in a while, he would start to feel bad for them, to the point of considering warning them not to get involved with Soobin. But what would he gain from sticking his nose where it didn’t belong? Those people would probably look at him like he was a geriatric patient gone loose if he tried to pull back the curtains from their eyes, so he turned a blind eye to it all, especially Soobin’s weird and slightly creepy, manipulative tendencies. As long as he never did anything to hurt his sisters, he was off Kai’s hit list.

Neither of them thought they’d ever cross paths again after Soobin left for university. Yet here Kai was, unloading his boxes into an empty room in Soobin’s (obnoxiously) large apartment. He was hoping, praying he’d never have to see this guy’s stupid mug ever again, but now he has to live with him. If he had the choice, he would much rather live with a stranger, but the commute was convenient, and the area was nice. Plus, where else would he get to live in an apartment with an in-unit washer and dryer for a fraction of the current rising rent prices? It was also technically his fault that he had put off figuring out his living situation until the last minute, so he couldn’t complain, not out loud, at least.

“How’ve you and your sisters been?” Soobin leaned up against the doorway. Obnoxiously.

“It’s been okay. I think.” Kai replied in that familiar monotonous manner that brought Soobin back to their middle school days. He continued to unpack his figurines from a box labeled FRAGILE, on all sides. It had been so long that Soobin almost forgot that Kai was into that kind of stuff. He tried not to physically cringe at some of the ones wearing Japanese school uniforms. There were even some in maid outfits with cat ears and tails. Not his business.

“You’ve gotten pretty tall. Looks like you’ve been working out, too.” Not taller than Soobin, of course, but much more buff than him. The growth spurt hit him well, but it doesn’t erase the fact that he’s a shut-in weeb. It’s such a waste of good genetics. Soobin thought.

“Yeah, with Taehyun.” Kai kept his responses short, weaponizing his indifference to get the guy to get out of his hair already.

“Cool. I’m gonna go order pizza. Text me what you want.”

Soobin prided himself in being much more of an upstanding guy than he used to be known for. He said it was because he had grown past all his adolescent cattiness, that all of it was just a rebellious streak. Especially since he had so graciously taken Lea’s younger brother under his wing, aka letting him live in his luxury apartment, he was quite a charitable man, if he had to say so himself.

Now that Kai was more than just an acquaintance (a roommate), Soobin felt obliged to introduce all of his current flings to him. It’s a courtesy. Technically, it would just be one fling at that moment. He didn’t sleep with multiple people at the same time, way too many headaches waiting to happen. This one was his longest fling by far— the elusive Choi Beomgyu.

Beomgyu was a music major, a fan-favorite in the department. Soobin had heard about him even before he stepped onto the campus as a first-year. Students and professors alike would gush over his talents, idol-like appearance, and captivating personality. In short, he was the full package, and Soobin had to meet him. And that was before he had seen his face, Beomgyu sounded good on paper, but what if he was just average-looking?

The two met at the hands of fate. ‘Fate’ being a house party, that is. And average-looking he was not. Far from it, actually. And it was bad for Soobin.

They started as friends, surprisingly enough, Soobin wasn’t typically the type to stick it through just for a quick hit. But something about Beomgyu was different from the moment they met, so he was in it for the long game. Though it’s a bit sappy for even him to admit, there were times when Soobin seriously thought that Beomgyu might’ve been his soulmate. He had planned on putting on his best face forward like he always did when he was courting someone, but he almost didn’t need to with Beomgyu, everything just flourished so naturally between them. He thought that becoming friends with Beomgyu would end up deterring him from wanting Beomgyu in that way, but it had the complete opposite effect. The more Soobin was with him, the more Soobin wanted him, needed him.

He recalled that pivotal moment in their relationship like it was yesterday. Soobin was crossfaded, his eyelids heavy, watching Beomgyu flirt with one of their classmates on the other side of the crowded living room. Beomgyu was mad at him all week that week. He wouldn’t answer his calls, his texts, his emails, and now he wouldn’t meet his eyes for longer than a second before darting away.

Was it Soobin’s fault for bringing a girl over to Beomgyu’s dorm just because the plumbing was under maintenance? Yes. Was it Soobin’s fault that he got caught even though he was sure that Beomgyu was in his physics class at that hour? Double yes. (He’s not a creep for memorizing Beomgyu’s schedule, he was just trying to be a good friend) Regardless, Soobin agreed that he was in the wrong, extremely in the wrong, but Beomgyu should just try to see it from his perspective. Plus, he was going to clean Beomgyu’s dorm spotless after that.

The thing was, Beomgyu started it, and Soobin was a petty player. The week before the incident, Beomgyu had slept with one of Soobin’s best buddies, Yeonjun. Whenever he thought about it, he'd start to get heated— opening the door to Yeonjun balls deep in Beomgyu was not something he wanted to see on a Saturday night. It was the Saturday night that they were gonna play TFT. Not only had Beomgyu forgotten, but he was fucking Soobin’s close friend. Soobin just watched blankly as the two scrambled to get decent. He kept his composure despite being on the verge of breaking everything in that damn room.

“I’ll text you later.”  was all that was said before he slammed the door shut.

Beomgyu tiptoed around him for a bit after that. He knew he had fucked up. Well, if they wanted to get technical, he wasn’t in the wrong per se. They weren’t officially exclusive at the time. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was an infuriating amount of tension between Beomgyu and Yeonjun from the get-go. You could see it from miles away. So it was bound to happen at some point. He hoped Beomgyu got all of that out of his system though, because he wasn’t letting that happen ever again.

Soobin pretended that it was all fine, that it was nothing. He even joked about it with Beomgyu until he could see the boy’s shoulders relax, lulling him into a false sense of security. They were seemingly back to normal.

But Soobin preferred to play chess.

Soobin strode over to the other side of the kitchen and dragged Beomgyu away to an empty guest room. He locked the door and made sure no one else was lurking around to hear them.

“What the hell?” Beomgyu smacked his arm away. Soobin could smell his perfume mixing with the beer. He was cute when he was mad. Especially when he’s mad because of him. Soobin thrived on the satisfaction of getting even, dishing out the same as what he’d been served.

“I said I was sorry. Why are you still avoiding me?” He should take up acting. People have repeatedly told him that he reminded them of Nam Joo-hyuk, anyway.

Beomgyu scoffed, “Soobin. It doesn’t matter if you’re sorry. I. Don’t. Forgive you.” He enunciated each word with a hard poke to the chest.

Soobin put on the most pitiful, kicked-puppy expression he could muster up. "I thought we were more than all of this. It was just a mistake. My apartment was under maintenance. I was going to clean it up after.”

Beomgyu looked away, his voice becoming meek, “It wasn’t about the mess Soobin. You know that.”

Soobin tried not to smile as the scene played out exactly like the script in his head, “If it wasn’t about the mess, then what was it about Beomgyu?” He pressed. Beomgyu had to say it first.

“...I like you.” He bit the bullet, “It was about the fact that it hurt my fucking feelings Soobin, are you satisfied?”

And before Beomgyu could even comprehend what was happening, Soobin’s lips were on his. Beomgyu knew he would fold the moment that Sagittarian man got his hands on him. There was still lingering tension, but the anger only made it hotter. And all the unanswered questions got swept under the rug but none of that mattered then. Beomgyu wanted him and he wanted Beomgyu.

That night, the point went to Soobin.

They never officially put a title on it, but everyone in their circle knew; Choi Beomgyu was off-limits.

“Beomgyu, this is Kai. Kai, this is Beomgyu.” They all stood in silence until Beomgyu cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you, Kai, I’ve heard about you.” Beomgyu greeted Kai with a flutter of his lashes and a coy smile as he took one of Kai’s hands in both of his, squeezing lightly. Kai squeezed back, harder than Beomgyu was used to, but he didn’t think anything of it. He hoped that slight discomfort wasn’t apparent, “Soobin better treat you well, if he doesn’t, you can always come to me.” He winked, jokingly, of course. It still earned him a light punch to his arm by Soobin though.

Kai was immediately enamored. That was just the effect Beomgyu had on people. “It’s gr-ice to meet you, too.” Great. Nice. He felt like his brain was jumbled, and hoped Beomgyu couldn’t feel his palms sweat. He didn’t want to let go. Beomgyu laughed at him stumbling over his words and it was probably the best sound he had ever heard. Hell, he would stumble over his words a thousand times if it meant he could hear it all over again. He could see Soobin side-eyeing him even though he was tunnel-visioned onto Beomgyu— probably catching onto the situation at hand.

The introductions had ended. Kai watched as Soobin and Beomgyu disappeared into the former’s room and reality hit him like a whirlwind. Whatever higher being was out there, they were cruel. It was the first time in Kai’s twenty-one years of living, that he was envious of Soobin.

He pinned his hopes on the fact that Soobin moved on fast. And that maybe, Beomgyu was just a short-term thing. But he was so wrong. He didn’t even know half of it.

“Sorry about that, he’s so awkward.” The secondhand embarrassment was so bad it had his chest hurting.

But it looked like Beomgyu didn’t feel the same way.

“He’s cute. Where’d you find him?” He was still giggling about it and Soobin was irritated.

“Cute?That guy? He’s got good looks. I’ll admit. But he’s such a weeb.”

“And you aren’t?” Beomgyu quipped back. He rolled his eyes. Soobin didn’t tell anyone but his closest friends that he was into anime. And it wouldn’t be such a big deal if he didn’t dog on it so much during his formative years. Actually, Soobin started watching because of that kid. So what if he got curious after seeing Kai spend all his part-time job money on merch and manga? Sue him!

“Okay, but I’m not weird about it.”

“Don’t be mean. You wish you could be weird about it.” Soobin took his arm and dragged him over to his bed. He sat down on the edge, with Beomgyu standing in front of him, between his legs. “Look at him. He’s just an overgrown puppy.” Even though he knew Soobin wasn’t too fond of his roommate, Beomgyu didn’t want to talk badly about him. To be honest, Kai intimidated him.  The way he stared directly into Beomgyu’s soul and that grip he had on his hand was intense, to say the least. It eased him to think that it was probably just that Kai was being awkward.

Beomgyu made his way onto Soobin’s lap, legs on either side of him, cupping his face with his hands. “And you’re one too.” He said in a hushed voice as a quick peck touched Soobin’s lips.

“If you keep talking about him, I’m gonna think you wanna fuck him.” Soobin was joking but Beomgyu saw it as an opportunity to rile him up. The sex was better that way.

“Maybe I do.”

Soobin hated this. It was evident in his face. It took him months to get to this point and all it took for Kai was a good face and stumbling over his words. He knew Beomgyu was just saying shit to say shit but there had to be some truth to it. Beomgyu doesn’t bat his lashes like that to people he'd just met. He made those same damn eyes at Yeonjun. And he’d only ever seen Kai’s ears get red like that when he was reading some salacious manga.

“Slut.” Soobin snaked his hand up Beomgyu’s shorts, feeling him up for a little while as they made out, obsessively licking the inside of Beomgyu’s mouth, just until the other broke it off first to take his shorts off. Soobin moved over to lean against the headboard, enjoying the mini striptease he was getting. Beomgyu had white panties with a strawberry pattern on them today. The ones that Soobin got him because he’s gross and said it reminded him of the obligatory upskirt scenes in almost every anime. Beomgyu loved to indulge in his fantasies though, as long as he gets fucked, he was into whatever Soobin’s into. He should’ve worn a skirt today too. But he was meeting Kai for the first time and didn’t want to freak the guy out in case he wasn’t missing screws like Soobin was.

Having said all that, Beomgyu should’ve just worn it, with the way Kai was ogling him like he had just stepped down from the gates of heaven. Both of their reactions would’ve been priceless.

He crawled back over Soobin’s lap, rubbing his clothed pussy against the impressive bulge in his jeans. It was kind of annoying how big Soobin was— the only guy whose dick size matched up with his ego. It’s no wonder he’s the way he was. The friction on his clit had Beomgyu soaked, wetness seeping through to Soobin’s jeans. He moaned softly as he got himself off with no regard for how Soobin was doing. Not like Soobin cared, watching Beomgyu get off was one of his favorite things to date. He was merely an object for the boy’s pleasure.

“Hyung, your fingers.” Soobin wordlessly brought two fingers up to Beomgyu’s waiting mouth. He licked them for a bit then started sucking and drooling all over them as he continued to rut against him. It’s a sinful sight.

As hot as it was, it just wasn’t enough. He took the fingers out of his mouth and lifted himself by his knees. “In me. Soobin-ah.” Soobin rubbed his cute, strawberry-decorated mound first, then moved the fabric to the side, immediately pushing both fingers into Beomgyu’s waiting cunt. He almost cried out at the sudden intrusion until he realized that they weren’t the only ones in the apartment.

“S-Soobin-”

Soobin reached his other arm up the boy's shirt, then pulled the shirt up to Beomgyu’s mouth. He got the hint and bit onto the edge of it for Soobin to get full access to his chest. It was already littered with marks because Soobin was part mosquito or something. He was undeniably a pest sometimes. Most times. But he was a pest with a big dick so it nullified some of that.

Beomgyu raised his hips and lowered them, fucking himself onto Soobin’s fingers as he focused all his attention on his bitten-up chest. He didn’t last long though as his thighs were getting tired so he settled for grinding on them. Soobin jutted his thumb out to mess with his clit as he finally moved, finger-fucking the boy until he was doubled over and whimpering from all the messy sounds of his cunt. The pounding of his fingers felt so loud that Beomgyu was worried that Kai could hear it even though a room was buffered between them. Realistically, this was a luxury apartment with soundproofing in the walls and concrete floors, but Beomgyu was never a realist. Worried may not be the correct word though. Less worried, more horny.

“You’re such a slut, Beomgyu. You’re dripping and I know for a fact you’re thinking about Kai hearing you come on my fingers.” Soobin said. Beomgyu hated their strange, telepathic connection sometimes because he never failed to voice Beomgyu’s thoughts as if he were an open book. Granted, it goes both ways, but he wished Soobin would get out of his head, it was already crowded in there as it was.

“Shut up.” He was just getting close when Soobin came to a halt, removing his fingers without warning and leaving Beomgyu feeling empty. “Hyung-” He brought his slicked-up fingers to Beomgyu’s mouth to have him clean it off.

“Beommie, can you ride my face?” He was panting as he said it, rock-hard just thinking about it. Beomgyu nodded, slid off his fingers with a pop, and hastily threw his soaked panties off the bed while Soobin wasted no time sliding off of the headboard until his head was against the pillow, facing the boy’s glistening cunt.

Soobin tapped Beomgyu’s thigh to let him know that he was ready. He lowered down just until he was barely above Soobin’s face, his breath tickling him. Beomgyu eased into it, lightly brushing his clit against Soobin’s nose. He knew that he would come the second his cunt was in Soobin’s mouth and he didn’t want to, just yet.

But Soobin was impatient. It was one of the many flaws he hid from the public eye. Sex was one of the few times he didn’t wear that mask and Beomgyu was one of the people who had the pleasure of knowing the debauched bastard behind closed doors. The two together brought out everything in Soobin— the good and the ugly. He grabbed both of Beomgyu’s thighs and pulled him down. His tongue wet the lips then he pressed into Beomgyu’s hole. It’s messy. Soobin stuck his tongue out, stiffening it as he let Beomgyu grind against his face.

His soft whimpers gradually became moans as he continued to use Soobin. Beomgyu must’ve forgotten to keep his voice down, his mind only on chasing his pleasure. Soobin could tell he was about to come with the way his movement became erratic. He held his thighs still as he alternated between flicking and sucking Beomgyu’s clit to completion.


Another thing about Soobin was that he didn’t stop when it was over. If he wanted to keep going, they would keep going. Soobin loved to have Beomgyu take the reins just to rip it out of his hands at the end, a reminder of who truly had the upper hand. Beomgyu was sensitive, trying to pull away from Soobin but he was weak and Soobin was incessant, still devouring Beomgyu from the inside out, lapping up all of his slick.

“Soobinie-hyung, stop. Puh-please. Too much.” Beomgyu knew he was speaking to a brick wall though because he kept going. He came again, just from the overstimulating onslaught on his clit. Soobin finally let up and loosened his grip on Beomgyu’s thighs. Letting Beomgyu roll over next to him.

Soobin wasn’t done though. Somehow, his jeans came off in the middle of all of that and Beomgyu didn’t notice until he maneuvered himself between Beomgyu’s legs. His cock was at full mast, just resting on Beomgyu’s crotch.

“Can I?” It was rhetorical. Soobin was already grinding his dick between Beomgyu’s lips.

“Well, would you stop if I asked?”

“Should I be honest or is this one of the times you want me to lie?”

“Be honest.”

“No.” Typical.

He didn’t even give Beomgyu a second to respond, manhandling him onto his front and ramming in. “Fuck, Soobin- Ah- s-slow down.” Soobin was as relentless as he always was. He had way too much stamina for a guy who took vitamins as a meal replacement for breakfast.

“So tight, relax a bit.” And he’s asking a lot of someone who just orgasmed. Twice. Always too much.


“Please, ‘m gonna come again.” Beomgyu could whine and cry all he wanted but once his dick was in Beomgyu, they ended on Soobin’s terms. But Soobin liked it when Beomgyu begged, even when it was futile. Whenever he could tell Beomgyu was close, he would thrust slower and more shallowly. It had him mewling for more every time. Soobin wouldn’t even let Beomgyu fuck himself back onto his dick. He was only supposed to take what was given.

Soobin leaned down by his ear, “Did you see how he looked at you? That creep. He was probably undressing you in his head. Do you think Kai is listening, right now?”

“…with his pants pulled down and his cock out, wishing he was the one fucking you instead of me.” The thrusting slowed again but that time it was deep.

“I bet he’s big. He’d be so clumsy though. So inexperienced. He’d probably cum from just entering you.” Beomgyu was so turned on it was dizzying. “Gyu, he doesn’t even know that you have a cunt. He would take you on the spot if he knew, no matter how much you’d cry.”

“You think he’s still a virgin?” Fuck. Beomgyu was reeling at the idea of taking Kai’s virginity, being his first. Or even being speared between the two of them— one of them in his mouth and the other one in his cunt. He wanted it so bad.

“I don’t think he’d stop if you asked either.” Soobin’s voice got lower, fucking Beomgyu in earnest, “I’ve seen some of that fucked up shit he reads. He’d make you take everything and he’d apologize as he continued to fuck you like his first ever fleshlight.”

“Soobin- Fuck, c-coming.” He squirted all over Soobin’s dick, tightening and pulsing until Soobin came inside, filling Beomgyu to the brim. He really was such a slut, coming on Soobin’s cock over the thought of taking Kai’s virginity and letting him rail him like he was a sex toy.

“You’re a pervert,” Beomgyu said, muffled by the bed. He was still panting, ass up. His pussy felt raw with Soobin’s cum dripping out of it. He’ll never get over the emptiness that follows after sex– physical and emotional.  Once, he thought about finding a plug to keep all the cum inside, to alleviate the physical part. He didn’t want to raise Soobin’s ego any higher than it already was by disclosing that he wanted to keep the guy’s semen inside of him though, so that’s a secret that’ll follow him to the grave.

“Takes one to know one.” That shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

Huening Kai was being tortured— sentenced to a lifetime of thinking about Choi Beomgyu. Which would be fine, if it didn’t result in having wet dreams about the guy. It started when he heard Beomgyu moan once when he walked by Soobin’s room and got hard, he was so ashamed of it, that he couldn’t look Beomgyu in the eye for a week. The worst part about this was:  not only was Beomgyu invading his metaphysical space, but he was invading Kai’s physical space as well.

Beomgyu was just there. All the time.

The poor guy couldn’t catch a break, Beomgyu was over at the apartment every other day. He and Soobin fucked like rabbits. Kai couldn’t take it, even though the walls were thick and he couldn’t hear unless he really tried to listen, he wouldn’t be able to stop the constant thoughts about it. A part of him even wanted to just stand outside the door and listen in more. The short-term fling thing was quickly thrown out the window when he found out from Taehyun that those two had been no-label exclusive for almost a year now, and showed no signs of breaking it off.

“Taehyun,” Kai had his head in his hands, “I’m so screwed.”

Something about Kai, that the majority didn’t know, was that he could get a smidge obsessive. He thought he had been a reformed man after working through it with a therapist, even finding an outlet to channel it toward anime collectibles and not people. Apparently, it was all for nothing though, because all of his obsessive tendencies came back. Hard. And no limited edition figurine could satiate this current fixation.

Taehyun peered over his book, sighed, and then put a bookmark in it, swiveling his chair toward his friend sitting on his dorm bed. “Is it Beomgyu, again?”

“Yes,” He groaned, “And Soobin has to be doing it on purpose. He knows I like him and he keeps bringing him over just to spite me.” Kai threw his arms up exasperatedly, “Doesn’t Beomgyu have a dorm? Why can’t they fuck over there?!” He didn’t want to see it. His stomach turned every time he thought about it and once the thought reached his mind, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it.

He laid down on Taehyun’s bed flailing around on it to get this tantrum out of his body. “I don’t even know what Beomgyu-hyung sees in that guy. He’s such a creep. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but...” His voice lowered down to a whisper, “...he downloaded a tracker on Beomgyu’s phone. I saw him just watching Beomgyu’s movements the day he said he was going to study with a few friends.” Kai said this but he kind of understood Soobin for it. But he wasn't going to admit that to his friend.

“Have you told him?” Everything Taehyun had learned about those two had been against his own will, but he loved Kai so he indulged. He was kind of glad he was experiencing some real-life problems and not ranting to him about made-up ones. It was like his Kai was all grown up.

Kai sat up and gawked at him, “Are you crazy?! What if he doesn’t believe me and then he hates me and stops talking to me?”

“I don’t think that would happen. What if you tell him and he does believe you?”

He was spiraling, “If he does believe me then what if, since I’m associated with Soobin, he never talks to either of us ever again?” In Kai’s current state of mind, the latter was much worse.

“Kai.” Taehyun pinched the bridge of his nose, “That would not happen.” Actually, maybe it was better when Kai only cared about imaginary people.

The phone on Taehyun’s desk buzzed with a text. He glanced at the message, before turning back to the psychiatric patient on his twin-sized bed.

“Hey. I don’t mean to kick you out but Yeonjun-hyung’s coming over.”

Kai whined before picking up his bag and trudged out the door.

The abandoned dog had nowhere else to go. It was too late for the library to be open and the convenience store people had seen him for the millionth time this month. Kai mentally prepared himself to come home to the usual two pairs of shoes and an empty common area, but when he walked through the door, there was only one pair. And it wasn’t Soobin’s.

“Kai-yah!” Beomgyu greeted him from the kitchen. He was just in a loose white tee and light grey cotton shorts, He liked it when Beomgyu was in loungewear. His hair was still damp from showering. It felt like they were a couple; like he was being welcomed back to their home.

‘Pretty, so pretty. ’ was all Kai could think. “Hyung? Where’s Soobin?”

“He forgot to tell me he was going home for the weekend. And I was already here when he did tell me, so…” Beomgyu made himself feel at home, bringing over an assorted plate of cut-up fruit to the coffee table and switching on the TV.

“Do you wanna hang out with me?” He tilted his head and held up two tall cans of beer.

This was the first time in the many months he’d been living here that he got alone time with Beomgyu. He rarely ever ran into him at school and all the times he did see him, he’d either be surrounded by a group of people or Soobin would be looming over him.

“Y-Yeah, uh, let me shower real quick and I’ll be back.” Kai rushed over to the bathroom, not wasting a second of this god-given opportunity.

Soobin’s apartment was a two-bed, two-bath: One being the master bedroom with a private bathroom and the other being a guest/Kai’s bathroom, so Kai wasn’t surprised when he sometimes found others’ belongings lying around. Beomgyu rarely used Kai’s bathroom because he was always with Soobin. Tonight was the exception, he supposed, not questioning why Beomgyu didn’t just continue using Soobin’s regardless.

Everything was still humid from Beomgyu using it.  Kai didn’t mind, not in the slightest, but he was struggling to fight the idea of his hyung naked and vulnerable in his bathroom. He took a deep breath and walked in then stepped on something. He looked down at his feet and there was underwear, no- panties, peeking from under his foot. He suddenly felt dizzy as he picked up the fabric, pink stripes with a tiny bow on the hem. He shut the door quickly behind him and locked it.

Kai stood, frozen. Then, he abandoned all reason, held the crotch of the panties up to his nose, and inhaled deeply. God, he felt like a degenerate, but he couldn’t stop, reaching into his sweats and gradually bringing himself to full hardness. He turned the shower on and put on some music to mitigate any noise. Kai leaned on the wall far from the bathroom door as he pulled his sweats down to his thighs, giving the crotch a lick before he brought it down to his hard dick.

He felt sick, knowing that Beomgyu dressed like this for Soobin. Of course, it was wrong of him to use his hyung’s panties to jerk himself off but the shame turned him on so much that he couldn’t care less as he watched his precum soak the pair, the fabric becoming more and more translucent.

His mind went rampant, picturing Beomgyu on his knees staring up at him with his doll-like eyes, lashes wet with tears as he took all of Kai down his throat. He groaned, tightening his grip on his cock when he thought of Beomgyu’s tight hole throbbing around him. Beomgyu was so small too. He could maneuver him into any position he wanted, and just fuck him and cum in him until he was satisfied. Kai wouldn’t be able to stop, he would have Beomgyu on his dick until he passed out and he would still fuck him even after his body went limp.

What if he just fucked him right now? He could go out there and just strip him of his clothes and devour him until he could no longer think of Soobin or anyone else for that matter. He’d hold his arms down and use his entire weight to keep him pinned to whatever surface they ended up on, to make sure Beomgyu took it like the good boy he was. Kai wanted to see Beomgyu’s crying face, not the one he had when he watched sad movies, but one of pleasure-pain, one of anger and confusion, the betrayal of his dongsaeng forcing his hyung to take all of him and it feeling agonizingly good. Kai thinks Beomgyu might even get addicted to the feeling of it, no longer able to cum unless he was being violated.

Kai hunched over as he came into the panties, harder than he had in years. He stared at the cum-soaked underwear in his hand, attempting to push away the thoughts of Beomgyu wearing it the way it was— soiled with Kai’s cum sticking all over Beomgyu’s cute cock and ass.  

Once he returned to the real world, he hastily showered, and threw the dirty panties into his hamper, hoping that Beomgyu wouldn’t miss this pair. He then prepared himself to very casually join his hyung over in the living room as if the last half an hour hadn’t transpired. Kai was a pervert, but how could he not be when Beomgyu was like that? 

As he made his way over, he didn’t see Beomgyu with the way the couch was positioned, but he did see the coffee table littered with a half-empty bottle of soju and a few cans of beer. There was one unopened one, which was seemingly Kai’s. He peered over the couch and saw a plastered Beomgyu, his body strewn over the couch, just staring at the ceiling.

“Oh! Kai-yah,” He giggled when he saw him, his cheeks were so sweetly flushed that they made Kai’s pink as well.

“Hyung, how much did you drink?” Beomgyu was being sloppy. His loose shirt rode up slightly so Kai could see a bit of his stomach, and his shorts were smaller than Kai remembered, not even covering his thigh since his legs were bent up at the knee. He cherished this moment the best he could, but his heart was still in his stomach. He usually never got to see Beomgyu up close like this. Mostly because he was avoiding him when he was with Soobin, but now that he’d gotten a closer look, he could see the scattered hickeys and bite marks all over his hyung’s body.

“Hyung, messed up, Kai-yah. Had-” Hiccup. “Too much.” Kai went and sat next to Beomgyu.

He observed him a bit as the other watched some random TV channel. The shorts he had on left nothing to the imagination. He thought it was strange though, the space between Beomgyu’s legs was oddly… flat. And Kai could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear too because of how his shorts were hiked up, so it couldn’t have been for any reason related to that. He must’ve been watching way too much hentai, pulling the brakes on his racing thoughts. He reached over to grab the one unopened can, cracked it open, and chugged it until it was empty.

Kai didn’t get drunk easily, but he needed anything to get his mind elsewhere. Before he knew it, Beomgyu was knocked out. So much for hanging out. Kai was fine with this though. He didn’t mind being able to just watch the slow rise and fall of Beomgyu’s chest as he slept soundly.

After careful deliberation, Kai decided that he wanted to test his theory. He couldn’t not. He’d blame it on the beer, the liquid courage. He’d blame it on the circumstance, such an opportune moment that he simply couldn’t lose out on it. He’d blame it on Beomgyu-hyung, for asking for it.

He quietly inched between Beomgyu’s legs. His trembling hand groped Beomgyu’s crotch and his head was thrown out of orbit as he felt the warm, flatness against his palm. He used his thumb to slide in between his hyung’s cunt, watching a wet spot form at the stimulation. Kai believed and couldn’t believe it all at the same time. Soobin didn’t deserve all of this. Not one bit.

‘Mmph.’ Beomgyu whimpered as his hips started moving along with Kai’s hand.

He was going to wait for Beomgyu to come to him. He wanted to wait until Soobin got sick of him and tossed him to the side so that Kai could pick him up like an abandoned puppy in the street. His hyung is such a slut. Did he get drunk like this with other guys? Did he leave himself this vulnerable for just anyone to use him? His stomach twisted into knots just thinking about it.

He yanked Beomgyu’s skimpy shorts down, revealing his pretty pussy. Kai loved this. It was like he was meant to find Beomgyu this way. It’s so unfair that Kai wasn’t his first. He wanted to be the one who broke Beomgyu in, to take his virginity. But Beomgyu was already tainted and nothing would change that. That’s why Kai had to be the one to absolve him of his sins.

He ran his fingers through those wet folds. He was so soft. Kai freed his hard cock and positioned himself closer to Beomgyu’s throbbing cunt. He reasoned on whether he wanted to fuck him right then and there, but something in that twisted brain of his told him to wait. It wasn’t the right time. He settled with just grinding his cock between his lips, watching them get red and raw with the constant friction.

He held his tip and used it to press against Beomgyu’s clit, relishing in the noises that came from his passed-out Beomgyu. “Soo…bin,”

Oh . That’s not correct.

Kai was livid. He crawled over Beomgyu’s body, roughly stroking his cock with his hyung’s pretty cunt lips. “Hyung, he’s not here. Fucking slut, how are you gonna say another guy’s name when I’m the one playing with your cunt.” He jeered, then kissed him. Beomgyu couldn’t kiss him back but that was okay, he was made to take whatever Kai gave him. He took this chance to lick the inside of Beomgyu’s mouth, biting his lips, exploring every bit of it, making sure he’d never forget a single millimeter of his body, from his soft palate to the grooves of his teeth.  

Kai was coming close. But this wasn’t how he wanted to cum. He shifted off of the couch and stood above the blissfully unaware and passed-out Beomgyu. He placed his tip into his hyung’s waiting mouth, jerking himself off until he painted the boy’s tongue white.

Things could never be the same after this. He grabbed his phone from the coffee table, snapping as many pictures as he could get, making sure Beomgyu’s face was visible in the photo. He was going to keep these as a last resort. It would be so easy to just blackmail him, to make him submit. But Kai wanted Beomgyu to make his own choice.

As long as it was the right one, of course.

;

Soobin was philanthropic, empathetic, warmhearted, just any synonym of the word kind that would pop up when you googled it. And what do philanthropic individuals do? They help the less fortunate, of course. And that’s why, Choi Beomgyu was tied up, blindfolded, with a pair of noise-canceling headphones on, all while wearing a Japanese sailor-style schoolgirl uniform— blue and white striped panties peeking out from under the navy pleated skirt.

At first, he was going to let Beomgyu in on the gift and let him know that he was gonna have Kai use him. He would say yes if Soobin asked him to. He said he wanted Kai and Kai wanted him, and who was Soobin to deny Beomgyu of his happiness?

He thought long and hard and came to the decision that he wanted Beomgyu to be surprised too. He needed to see what expression would appear on Beomgyu’s face when he pulled the blindfold off and it was Kai who was balls deep in front of him. Soobin had always liked that deer-in-the-headlights look he had about him when he was confused or scared.

Soobin told Beomgyu that he just wanted to try out some sensory play. Which wasn’t a complete lie. Beomgyu consented to it despite thinking that it was a bit odd that he wanted him in a school uniform while they did this, but it was fleeting. He knew Soobin and this is exactly something he’d ask of Beomgyu, reasonable or not.

He mused over if Kai would actually fuck him or if he’d run away the moment he saw Beomgyu like this. Then again, if Kai did run away, Beomgyu would never know he was there and Soobin would just fuck him. Technically, it would be a win-win situation. ‘Win-win’ as in, Soobin would be the one winning in either situation. He would prefer if Kai was grateful and accepted his gift, but he didn’t expect it, because that’s not what true altruists did. This was one hundred percent out of the kindness of his own heart. He swore his life on it.

There's been a lot of mixed feelings between Kai and Soobin. But after living with him for a while now, Kai decided he wasn’t all that bad. Soobin was quite generous; giving Kai a roof over his head, helping him out with his school work, and so on and so forth.

He didn’t know what to expect when he got an ominous text telling him to go home urgently. He wasted no time calling an Uber, nervous that something disastrous may have happened to him or even worse, to Beomgyu.

When he finally got there, the apartment was calm. There were two pairs of shoes waiting as usual and no one was screaming or crying. He took his shoes off and called for Soobin. His head popped out from Kai’s bedroom, unscathed, nothing seemed wrong. He beckoned Kai to him with his hand, not saying a single word. He seemed giddy.

He shuffled over, peered into his room, and suddenly, he was frozen. He must be dreaming. Why was Beomgyu in his room, kneeling on his bed, in a school-girl uniform? Why was he blindfolded and tied up? His head slowly turned over to Soobin, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You- What- Why?” Kai spluttered.

“Isn’t he so pretty?”

“I don’t- Yes. He is. But what is this?”

Soobin pondered for a moment, “…a belated housewarming gift?”

Kai’s brain was buffering.

“Enough gawking, he’ll get cold.”

Soobin was so kind, in fact, that he shared Beomgyu with Kai.

Sensory play was definitely a choice. Beomgyu didn’t have an opinion on it before as it never crossed his mind. If he had to be completely honest, now that it was in his mind, the thought of it made him nervous. He would be lying if he said he trusted Soobin wholeheartedly with tying him up and subduing two out of his five senses. It just sounded like a recipe for murder.

Not like he thought Soobin ever wanted to kill him. Maybe. Except for that one time he slept with Yeonjun. Which he still felt bad about so he would go along with a majority of Soobin’s sexual shenanigans to try and make up for it. That guy would never let him live that down though, he was the type to hold onto grudges until they reached the grave.

The noise-canceling headphones were heavy as white noise blasted through them, wrapping Beomgyu’s mind in a simulated empty space along with the sleeping mask over his eyes. The rope around his wrists was tight, surely it’d leave marks. Beomgyu could only hear his heartbeat as he waited.

Then he felt a hand travel up his thigh.

He involuntarily flinched. The hand was different, yet familiar. Beomgyu chopped it up to just not being able to see, he was more sensitive so it must feel different.

The fingers skittered up on his inner thigh, verging near his crotch, but not close enough. The groping continued but Beomgyu couldn’t shake the feeling that it was different somehow. Everything was so heightened and his hands weren’t in the same places they usually were.

Just when he had thought the purposeless touching ended, the hands moved up to his chest, squeezing like he had tits. He was a tinge embarrassed that he was so flat there as if it mattered.

The bed dipped in front of him as Soobin got on. He gently guided Beomgyu onto his back until his head touched the pillow. He spread his legs apart and Beomgyu yelped as he felt the wetness against the fabric. Soobin lapped him up over the fabric like a dog.

There was nothing for a bit, then the hands were back to guide him. This time, his head was hanging off of the edge of the bed. The headphones were staying on surprisingly well despite the odd position he’d been put in, not knowing what to expect until a thumb pried his mouth open.

The blunt head of his cock was right at his lips, and without warning, Soobin sheathed himself down Beomgyu’s throat. He already didn’t have a gag reflex but the new arrangement made the slide easier than usual.

He couldn't breathe. Soobin felt… girthier? Was it the angle? This was the first time they’d ever done something like this. His fingers twitched as he was running out of air. Soobin must’ve noticed because he so graciously withdrew for a moment, causing Beomgyu to cough at the sudden intrusion of air, only to shove himself right back in.

Beomgyu’s throat was making such obscene noises. He couldn’t help it. They were worse only because it was all that he could hear. Soobin just kept shoving himself back in over and over and over. No mercy. His eyes welled up, wetting the inside of the sleeping mask.

His skirt was lifted and a hand shoved into his panties, two fingers entered him without hesitation. The other was being so rough. More uncontrollable noises left Beomgyu’s throat as the fingers continued their relentless onslaught, earning a muffled cry from Beomgyu when he pinched his poor clit.

Soobin was all the way back in, not moving. His cock twitched. He was about to cum. The hand that was in his panties finger-fucked him while the other wrapped around his throat and squeezed, cutting off any last chance of air. He felt his mind start to go blank.

Beomgyu came hard, back arching off the bed, squirting all over Soobin’s fingers as he felt the hot cum shoot down his throat.

Cumming from just a blowjob and fingering was a new one. When he finally left his mouth for good, Beomgyu went into a coughing fit. “H-Hyung-” His voice was raspy from the abuse, calling out knowing he wouldn’t get an answer back.

“Did you know?” Soobin asked.

Kai couldn’t take his eyes off Beomgyu, “Know what?”

“That he had a pussy. You didn’t seem as surprised as I thought you would be.”

Fuck.  He completely forgot about that night. Should he tell Soobin the truth? That he already had gotten his hands on Beomgyu, while neither of them knew?

“I did.” Kai braced himself for a negative response, but instead of asking questions, Soobin just sauntered over to them.

Soobin marveled at Kai’s work— Beomgyu was completely soaked in between his legs and his lips were a beautiful shade of raw red,  “I should try that sometime. Didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Since we met. Kai put a hand on Beomgyu’s cheek, feeling his heart squeeze when the other leaned into his touch.

“Are you still a virgin?”

Kai nodded.

“So you’re giving your virginity to Beomgyu?”

He didn’t even think about that, what an absolutely dizzying thought. Beomgyu-hyung was going to take his virginity. Or even better, he was going to give his virginity to Beomgyu, make him take it, and his pretty hyung had no choice. He was back to full hardness at the thought.

Kai manhandled Beomgyu so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the bed this time. He grabbed the back of his supple thighs and pushed his legs back until his knees were at his chest. Kai never noticed how pink Beomgyu was; his cunt was a given but his elbows and his knees too? So pretty. So perfect.

He slipped the striped blue panties to the side and without delay, he lined up with his entrance and pushed in, reveling in the velvety walls that enveloped him so sweetly. He could tell he was a bit of a stretch for him, with the way Beomgyu squirmed and mewled. So, so cute.

Kai felt like he was corrupting Beomgyu. Like he was a teacher taking advantage of his innocent student. He’d lure him into his office in the guise of an innocuous meeting. Then maybe he would blackmail him, threaten to fail him if he didn’t give himself to Kai. Or maybe he’d drug him, fuck him then take photos, and use those against him. Regardless, he would defile him, use him whenever he was stressed, keep him on a leash.

He was close the minute he was to the hilt. He made sure he could feel the boy’s cervix pressing against his tip then came at that instance. Even if it wasn’t realistic, he imagined it going straight to his womb, like he was in his favorite hentai.

“Did you already cum? I knew you would.” Soobin remarked. He was painfully hard, having not taken his cock out that entire time. He lowered his sweats, relieving his dick of its constraints.

“He feels so good, doesn’t he?” Kai could only nod, taking a second to recover, still half-hard inside Beomgyu.

“Fuck him, c’mon. He’s waiting. He wants it.” Soobin egged him on. He was living vicariously through this freak otaku so he needed him to get going already.

Kai began fucking him with so much force that Beomgyu’s moans were getting punched out of him from the inside.

“Ah- fuck. Soobinie-hyung. T-Too deep.” Beomgyu made a huge mistake.

Soobin watched Kai’s expression twist. He yanked the mask off of Beomgyu, taking the headphones along with it. He wanted to be the one to pull the curtains back but this was fine. Beomgyu’s face was just as precious as he thought it would be.

“Kai?” Beomgyu’s eyes flitted from Kai who was inside of him to Soobin who was on the side of the bed, not inside of him.

He covered Beomgyu’s mouth and nose with one hand as he continued to ruthlessly thrust into him, “Hyung, it really hurt my feelings when you called his name instead of mine.” His mocking whine sent a shiver down Soobin’s spine. Kai had a different kind of insanity hidden deep down, and its ugly teeth were just starting to bear.

“I gave you my virginity, hyung. Came inside you too. I saved it for someone like you, so take it.” His grin had a menacing feel to it. The intensity of his pounding made Beomgyu’s legs shake. You could even see the slight bulge moving in his flat stomach. Soobin went hard on him but Kai was on another level; it must be all of that repressed sexual energy.

“T-too much, Kai-yah. Slow d-down, puh- please. ‘m full.”

Kai’s expression became unreadable as he slapped Beomgyu across the face with a resounding crack, his cheek blooming red. “That’s not right, hyung.”

This was a side of Kai that Soobin rarely saw. He always knew there was something a little neurotic in that pretty little head of his, and poor Beomgyu got to experience it firsthand.

“You want more. You want it deeper, right?” Beomgyu didn’t answer, only sobbed, which earned him another.

And another. And an-

“I do want it, Kai-yah. I want more. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The blank expression left his face, flipping like a switch into a soft smile. “Good girl.” He cooed as his thumb caressed his cheek.

“Hyung, you feel so good.” His cunt was so tight, it made Kai feel like he was taking his virginity as well. He wished it would bleed like a virgin would too. “You think you’re gonna get pregnant after this? After I fuck all of my cum into your womb?”

“N-no, please, dun’ wanna get pregnant, ” He fussed.

Kai got rid of his panties, flipped him over, then rammed back in. The force caused Beomgyu to cum, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. But Kai didn’t stop, he went harder, fucking Beomgyu through his orgasm.

“Hyungie’s such a cockslut. Telling me one thing but your cunt keeps pulling me back in.” He lost the energy to wail, his sobbing turned into little weeps coupled with the soft  ‘ah. ah. ah.’.

“I don’t think he can even hear you,” Soobin teased. He made his way over to the other side of Beomgyu, stroking his cock as he watched the other boy become debauched. And what a view it was. He was gone, mind elsewhere as Kai just used him like the fleshlight he was. He was the prettiest when he was cockdrunk; drool trailing out of the corner of his mouth, tear-stained cheeks, and marks scattered all over his body. “He’s absolutely stupid on your dick, right now, Kai-yah.”

Choi Beomgyu, who had the whole university after his heart, was getting wasted on otaku-dick. Oh, he wished he could show this side of him to all of them. Let them know where Beomgyu belonged. They’d probably want to fuck him too. Soobin might even let them.

SNU’s designated cumdump .

It had a nice ring to it.

“Fuck,” He grabbed Beomgyu by his chin and stroked until ropes of cum decorated his lashes and his still-red cheek. “Clean me up, baby.”

Beomgyu was spent, but he was a good boy, so he mustered up all the energy he had left, stuck his tongue out, and licked up the rest of the cum. Kai grasped a fistful of his hair to pull him off of Soobin’s dick, giving him a nasty look from over Beomgyu’s shoulder, like a feral dog guarding a piece of meat. A bit too possessive, but they could work on that.

“You wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for me. Be nice.”

Kai rolled his eyes, but Soobin was right. He let Beomgyu fall back forward onto the bed like a ragdoll. Soobin let the other continue to fuck him, using them as fap material until he was fully erect again.

“Give me a turn.” He scooted the guy to the side. “Fuck, Kai-yah,” Beomgyu’s pussy was ruined, all of his juices mixing with Kai’s cum, dripping as it clenched around nothing. “You did a number on him.”

Soobin moved to whisper in his ear, “I think your cunt deserves a break. What do you think, Beomgyu?” He nodded, clearly exhausted and ready to take a nap. Then he flinched, feeling something cold on his ass. Soobin spread the lube around, sticking one finger into that tight hole. Beomgyu whined at the foreign sensation.

“W-What are you doing?”

Soobin replied by sticking a second finger into his ass, “I told you. I’m giving your pussy a well-deserved break.” He scissored his fingers, preparing Beomgyu for what was about to come.

“I don’t want it. I’m tired, Soobinie-hyung.” It doesn’t get Soobin to stop, as per usual.

“But we’re not.” Soobin had another great idea pop into his mind, “Beommie, you should call me sensei.” He should’ve seen this coming, this uniform wasn’t for nothing. Beomgyu had no strength left in him to fight, plus the quicker he complied, the sooner this would all end. Hopefully.

He huffed, putting on his most helpless voice, “Sensei, please let me go.”  If Beomgyu had to act, he was going to do it right. Soobin removes his fingers to lube up his cock.

“My student is so naughty,” Soobin glanced over to Kai, who was eager to go again. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”

Beomgyu shook his head.

“Why don’t we ask your onii-chan?” He’s so gross, but Kai was into it, way into it.

Soobin picked up Beomgyu’s head by his chin, forcing him to look at Kai.

He was lightheaded with the thought of Beomgyu as his little sister. He would definitely be the one to take his virginity first then. Who else would deserve to be his first if it weren’t her big brother?

“Caught her fucking another boy, this slut.” Kai pressed on the sides of his jaw to open his mouth, spitting into it, the indecent act made Beomgyu clench. “Then I find out,” He swallowed, “She’s fucking her teacher too.”

Soobin bit Beomgyu’s nape. “I didn’t know my star student was such a cockslut. You’d spread your legs for anyone if they had a dick, wouldn’t you?”

Beomgyu shook his head, whining into his arm, the soreness from being tied up was getting to him.

“Not only is she a slut but she’s a liar, too.” Kai remarked.

“I’m not a li- Ah!” Soobin’s cock breached his barely-prepped hole. Beomgyu felt like he was being split open.

“S-Sensei- hurts.”

Kai replied in his stead, “Of course it hurts. My baby sister is so dumb. We want it to hurt. You’re getting punished, remember?”

Beomgyu cried, the tears from the pain he was experiencing only made his acting more believable. It was like he was actually sad about being caught. Soobin didn’t move, letting the other adjust. “O-Onii-chan, please, I’m sorry. I don’t want this. I won’t ever do it again.” He hoped his begging would at least work on Kai, which was only a pipe dream because he could see the excitement grow on his face. How the hell did he get stuck with two of these freaks?

Kai didn’t know about Beomgyu sleeping with Yeonjun. But Soobin did, so it only fueled the fantasy more, Kai couldn’t have chosen a better scene to roleplay. They find out they’re like-minded more and more every day.

“Sensei, can you lift him up?” Soobin hooked his arms under Beomgyu’s having him impaled on his dick. Kai crawled in between their legs, thoughtfully coating his dick in lube before taking his time to fill his sensitive cunt. It was impossibly tight and Soobin’s cock in his baby sister’s ass only made the stomach bulge more present. Kai groaned at the scene.

Beomgyu tried to push Kai away with his tied hands. “H-hurts so much. Too full.”

The two of them alternated thrusting. Everything was so hot, wet, and sticky. Beomgyu didn’t even feel like he was in his body anymore, he was just a toy for these two to use.

“Fuck- gonna cum.” Kai grunted.

Beomgyu felt like he was going to die if he were to get filled anymore, “No. Nonono. Onii-chan, not in me. Gonna get pregnant.”

Of course, they don’t listen, continuing to stir him up from the inside. Beomgyu was so perfect, taking the two of them. Kai finally untied the rope around his wrists, taking his hands into his as he fucked him. It was a romantic gesture, especially after everything.

He then captured his lips into a deep, searing kiss.

It was their first kiss. To Beomgyu, at least. 

Beomgyu’s eyes fluttered open. He felt heavy, and it wasn’t just from yesterday’s events. Looking to his sides, he discovered he had been sandwiched; Soobin on his left and Kai on his right, snoozing away. He realized he wasn't in that uniform anymore, it was probably soiled and thrown on the floor somewhere. Instead, he was in a large t-shirt, presumably belonging to one of them. He nudged each arm, but neither of them budged. He sighed deeply, letting himself fall back asleep. He wasn't going to be let go by these guys any time soon.

Or any time in the foreseeable future. Forever entangled with two perverts. How romantic.