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It’s something he’d wanted for a while, something he’d been too terrified to ask for, but Hongjoong knew. He knew that what Seonghwa wanted for Christmas was all consuming attention, adoration, and love from his members. His family. He worked so quietly in the background, months of late night discussions over consent, what he liked and didn’t, and anything in between that led to this moment.
The Idol sat naked in the living room on a nest of plush blankets, shivering but not from cold. It was anticipation as Yeosang’s dexterous hands finished wrapping the string of Christmas lights around his wrists. He was bound tightly, but comfortably. Yeosang had told him the style of ties around his body were called a “Large Diamond Karada”, the lights framing and caging his body in intricate twists. Every warm brush of Yeosang’s fingers left him shaking. He hadn’t said anything to him at first, just had already been there when Hongjoong had brought him to the living room, waiting with Christmas lights in hand. The ties across his torso bit into his skin in a delicious way, he flexed -gently- and felt everything tighten.
“Be still, Hyung. I’m almost done.” Yeosang’s deep, rich voice so close to his ear had him sighing, wanting to lean back into him as he bound his wrists behind him.
Hongjoong sat in an arm chair across from them, one leg crossed over the other as he watched. “The others are coming, my Star, just like I know you want. Yeosangie had to be first, had to get you all dolled up for them.” He shifts forward, both feet planted on the ground now, elbows on his knees as he watches Seonghwa carefully. “We need to set rules before you sink, hmm?”
Seonghwa nods, already fuzzy around the edges. “Yes Captain.”
The slow pull of Hongjoong’s lips told him he was pleased with that. “I know what you are comfortable with when you’re with me, but what about the others? Is there anything you don’t want them to do? To see? Any hard limits?”
“No.” The answer was quick, but firm. “Just what’s already set.”
“Are you sure?” He asks again, watching the flush on Seonghwa’s cheeks grow as Yeosang tugs at him, securing his final knots around his wrists. The poor thing was already visibly hard, tenting his pants as his fingers traced the elder's body to adjust the Christmas light strands against his skin.
“Yes, Captain. I want everything, from everyone.” He wants to feel the depth of their love, to show them his devotion.
“Then when those lights get turned on, you’re free to use. You know your safe word, everyone else does too. Use it and everything stops.”
Vata.
He’s never uttered it a single time, never even come close because Hongjoong was so attentive to his needs, to his desires. He couldn’t imagine he’d need it this time either, but he nods his assent regardless.
“All set.” Yeosang’s fingers fiddled with the end of the plug and the extension cord. The key pad sounds and soft voices carry as the door opens, the others arriving just in time. Hongjoong didn’t look away from Seonghwa as the rest of their little family came in, already taking in the sight. No one passed Hongjoong’s seat, obediently waiting for his go ahead.
He sank back into his chair, fingers teasing over his lips. A flick of his fingers and Yeosang plugged the lights in, the soft rainbow glow illuminating Seonghwa’s golden skin in a myriad of lights. It was cozy, the little bulbs toasty as they warmed up, yet goosebumps still broke out under their gazes.
“Gorgeous.” Wooyoung’s voice was soft, bouncing anxiously from foot to foot like there was something he really wanted to do and had to make sure he got there first.
“Isn’t he?” Hongjoong’s answering tone is warm and laced with love. “Yeosang first, he was so patient.”
There’s a pained sound from the grouping and Seonghwa can’t care, Yeosang’s hands are already sliding over him and he realizes how careful he’d been to only touch him when necessary while binding him. The first sigh parts his lips as Yeosang’s hot palm curls around his throat, forcing his head back to look up at him. “You look gorgeous like this, Hyung. Should let me do this to you more often.”
Seonghwa nods a little, mind already deliciously melty with Yeosang’s hand around his throat. He’s so calm in this role that Seonghwa can barely feel the tremor in his fingers against his skin. His eyes drift closed as Yeosang bends to him, warm lips against his own. He hadn’t expected anyone to kiss him, well anyone other than Hongjoong, but maybe he should have. Yeosang’s grip tightens and he groans with a swipe of tongue against his lower lip, Seonghwa’s lips parting further to take it in. There’s the soft sound of a button and zippers, the shift of fabric being kicked away as Yeosang jostles against him before breaking the kiss. When Seonghwa opens his eyes, slow and content, he’s greeted with the sight of a bare Yeosang. The others behind Hongjoong have begun to strip as well, some starting to stroke themselves as they watch.
A hard tremor racks his body in anticipation. Yeosang’s fingers sink into his hair and bring his gaze back to center, the hot head of his cock is pressed to his lips and he’s already parting them before Yeosang can ask it of him. The deep moan that leaves the younger Idol is bliss itself to Seonghwa, tongue working down his shaft as he sinks deeper into him. “God, I knew it. I knew you’d be so good at this.”
Seonghwa looks up at him from where he’s knelt, watching as he swallows around him. There’s motion from the grouping but he can’t look away from Yeosang, the grip so tight he can barely bob his head. New hands are on his body, groping at his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples until the soft dusky brown is red from the attention. There’s a chest against his back, warm and broad and he can’t properly imagine who is behind him. Warm lips press against the side of his neck while Yeosang’s thrusting into his throat, using him to bring himself pleasure as the new hands trail down his body. They freeze on the inner skin of his thighs, spreading him a little wider. There’s a dull thud on the blanket beside him and one hand leaves his skin, a low whine leaving him at the loss.
The upset is quickly mitigated by the very familiar sound of lube being opened, slick fingers between his legs and the sound of surprise in a tone he recognizes. Jongho. His baby bear has two fingers sinking inside him, stroking over his walls and suddenly it’s much harder to focus on breathing around Yeosang’s length. His hips roll back, down onto those questing digits as a third is added. It’s a little snug, his fingers are thicker than his Joongie's but he adores the stretch.
“You prepped him for us?” Jongho’s voice is soft, muffled against the skin of his bare shoulder but Hongjoong hears it.
“Of course. There’s a lot of you to get through, I didn’t think we needed to waste time.” The Captain hasn’t shifted, watching the love of his life slowly be taken apart by the other men he adored. He had also been careful to tease Seonghwa for a good while as he did so, working him to the edge again and again before finally letting him come in the early hours of the morning. He’d done everything he possibly could to keep him from coming too quickly when they started, to keep him from getting oversensitive too fast.
Yeosang’s pace is starting to stagger, Seonghwa’s face a mess of spit and precum from where he’d choked and drooled around him as his focus broke. Jongho’s fingers slip free and he almost wants to protest until he’s being dragged into his lap instead. Yeosang shuffles the half step forward to chase his throat as Jongho pulls Seonghwa’s bound body down onto his length. The moan from behind him as he sinks into his heat has Seonghwa clenching, slowing the progress a little. His hands flex in his bonds, itching to grab and touch but that’s not his purpose. He’s there to be enjoyed, to enjoy, to be used for bringing his loves as much pleasure as his body can.
Jongho's hips roll up, seating himself that final inch as a strong arm curls around his waist. He’s going to use his Hyung like a toy, biding his time until Yeosang finishes with soft little grinds up into his body. “Such a good boy, Hyung. Look so pretty like this, taking Sangie so well.”
Every bit of praise has Seonghwa’s cock twitching between his thighs, leaking and untouched. He wasn’t sure what everyone was going to do to him, had been delirious with the possibilities the last few days and already the first two had far exceeded what he’d imagined. His jaw was starting to ache from Yeosang’s use, the younger man wasn’t exactly being gentle now as he chased his finish. Both hands were tangled in his hair, keeping him still, his throat clicking with every wet thrust as Yeosang began to properly moan above him. Seonghwa knows he has to be close, giving in to the pleasure.
He can feel Jongho's hand skimming back up his body, fingers curling around his throat. “I can feel you-“ he tells Yeosang, and the dancer seems to like it too, given the way his hips stutter and he comes across Seonghwa’s tongue with little warning. His nails scratch at Seonghwa’s scalp before he’s letting go, stumbling back on shaking legs. Jongho's hand slips up to Seonghwa’s jaw, squeezing, fingertips dimpling soft cheeks harshly. “Swallow for him Hyung,” Seonghwa does, even going so far as to open his mouth and show his empty tongue to Yeosang. “Good boy.”
He’s barely caught his breath before Jongho has him shifting his hips, precariously balanced so he can thrust into him properly. He starts slow, dragging back to make sure he's adjusted and it has his eyes rolling back as he presses into him again. He’s so full all at once with Jongho holding him in place. He can’t think straight as he truly starts to move, driving into him until he’s crying out. His voice is hoarse, ruined from Yeosang’s use and they had only just begun. The slap of skin against skin is loud, tangling with the soft sounds of kissing and quiet pleasure as they others indulge in each other. Jongho is panting against the skin of his neck, thrusting into him as much as he is using his muscle to lift and drag Seonghwa’s pliant body down to meet him. Seonghwa’s overwhelmed, toes curling in pleasure as the angle shifts and the blunt head of his cock hits against his prostate with every new thrust. His mind is fuzzy, lips parted permanently as he pants through the pleasure. He knows he will be bruised from the way he's being used, gripped by their youngest and forced to bounce in his lap.
Hongjoong waves a finger, silently sending the next member in.
This time Seonghwa can see him coming, his Wooyoungie. He’s naked, skin already flushed with his arousal as he drops to his knees in front of the tangled pair, His eyes meet Jongho's and there is a moment of silent communication between them before wooyoung is kissing his pretty Hyung. He’s still a mess, still tastes like Yeosang and that only makes Wooyoung lick more desperately into his mouth. Seonghwa’s fingers flex, entire body tensing with the need to touch him, to pull him in harder and kiss him more deeply but he can’t. He can't touch him, stuck with only what they will give him and a frustrated sob leaves his lips.
“What's wrong, Hyungie?” Wooyoung's tone is teasing as he pulls back, a devilish grin on his face as Jongho stops thrusting, instead grinding the head of his length into that sweet spot as Seonghwa tries to answer.
“Color?” Hongjoong's voice breaks the tension, a check in to ensure it was just frustration and nothing was wrong.
“Green-” Seonghwa answers instantly, still breathless. “Want more.” He rolls his hips on his own and hears Jongho cursing softly as he tries to take more from them.
“More?” Wooyoung asks, thumb trailing the elders swollen lower lip. “I can give you more Hyung,” His thumb dips into Seonghwa's mouth, pressing flat against the slick muscle. “but first I want that tongue.” His eyes flick to Jongho, one brow arched. “Willing to change position?”
There a soft grumble and Seonghwa's lifted off the thickness inside him, an anguished sound leaving him as his body clenches around nothing. He’s shoved forward but he doesn’t even have to worry about catching himself, Jongho’s arm loops around his bound ones as he keeps him suspended in the air. He’s kneeling, hovering with no way to catch himself as Jongho lines up to sink into him again.
Wooyoung’s quick to assume his position, hands and knees, ass shoved back against Seonghwa’s mouth and the eldest idol doesn’t hesitate to drag his tongue over him. He’s already soft and pliant and obviously has taken the time to prep himself before coming. Seonghwa can’t help the moan as his tongue sinks into that heat while Jongho resumes his pace. Wooyoung’s back arches, one long arm reaching back to sink into Seonghwa’s hair, keeping his mouth sealed against his entrance as he licks him open, slicking his hole with every bit of drool he can offer between his own pleasured cries.
His body rocks with every thrust, tongue pressing deeper and deeper into his hole with Wooyoung arched as prettily as he could be. “Fuck, Hyung, I could have you make me come just like this, ignore that aching cock couldn’t it?” His mouth is filthy and there is nothing about it that Seonghwa wouldn’t adore all over again. He makes a sound of protest, understanding now what Wooyoung’s more would be. He wanted it, wanted to feel this same slick heat wrapped around him as Jongho used him all the same. His efforts redouble, tongue working the ring of muscle desperately to prove he could earn it. Another hand sinks into his hair from behind and his heads wrenched back from Wooyoung, mouth slick with spit as he’s pulled up by Jongho.
Wooyoung doesn’t protest and Seonghwa realizes he must have missed more of that silent communication because Wooyoung's turning around, just long enough to wrap a lube slick hand around him, slicking him up without the intent of giving him any true pleasure. His hand is far too loose around him to be enjoyable. His hips want to buck but he can’t with the way Jongho’s holding him still. His lips are on his neck again, sucking soft marks against his skin as Wooyoung lines up, back on his hands and knees as he guides Seonghwa into him. The tight grip of his body is almost enough to drag Seonghwa's to release, muscles tensed and fluttering as Jongho keeps him in place. The hand in his hair leaves to curl around his neck again, sliding up to cover his mouth, Jongho's lips are warm against the shell of his ear. “Does he feel good, Hyung? I bet he does. Not as good as you I bet. You're so tight and hot around me like this.”
The maknae thrusts into him and it's a chain effect, his body shoving faster into Wooyoung as the second youngest was still pushing back onto him. The cry that leaves wooyoung is haunting, raspy and gorgeous. His own cries are muffled by Jongho’s thick hand over his mouth. “Do that again, Jongho-” Wooyoung asks softly, He's arched again, braced. He was prepared to chase it, to fuck himself on his Hyung like a toy, but a toy that moves on its own is even better. “Make him fuck me.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, hips resuming the brutal pace he’d stopped for Wooyoung’s convenience. He could feel every single cry from Seonghwa against his palm, the elder's body arched in pleasure. His head fell back toward his shoulder, listening to the way Jongho was panting against his jaw, his own sounds soft in comparison to the sounds leaving the dancer at his front. Woo had found the pace, throwing his body back to meet Seonghwa's with every “thrust”. The idol in Jongho’s arms was shaking, fighting to hold on as he was used all around. The last thing he’d need was something in his mouth and he’d have been completely used. His eyes, heavy lidded and blown with lust, find Hongjoong. His Captain still perched on his chair, casual like he wasn’t watching his star be taken apart into a drooling, cock dumb mess. He can’t breath, Jongho’s pace falters and he knows he’s close. His breathing is growing rougher, sounds of pleasure much more frequent against the eldest’s skin. Every moan is laced with praise, telling him softly how good he feels, how good he's being for them, how good he’s making wooyoung feel. He swears he can feel the growl against his skin when Jongho finally comes, burying himself again and again like he can fuck his seed deeper into him like a permanent brand.
Wooyoung isn’t shy with his cries, bracing himself on one hand as he uses the other to stroke himself. Jongho’s still behind him, panting and catching his breath as he keeps Seonghwa upright for Wooyoung’s use. He’s close himself but he does everything he can to keep from spilling, letting his Wooyoungie use him as much and as long as he can handle. It doesn’t take much more for Wooyoung to shatter beneath him, far too worked up to make it last this time. He pushes back a singular, very hard time and he breaks, spilling into his hand as he comes with a cry of Seonghwa’s name. He wants to be untied, to use his hands to grip at Wooyoung’s shivering frame, to praise him, to tell him how well he's done.
It’s a few more heartbeats when Jongho slips free of him just as Wooyoung falls forward, leaving Seonghwa empty and cold on shaking legs. There’s affection, soft touches and another languid, soul stealing kiss from a breathless wooyoung before Seonghwa is alone on the blankets again. His eyes find Hongjoong’s, fingers flexing and his Captain understands without asking. He’s before him in an instant, cupping his sweaty face, gently pushing hair back from his eyes. “Color?”
“Green-” His throats dry and Hongjoong’s quick to fetch him some water, fully responsible for his care. He’s gentle as he tips Seonghwa’s head back, cool water poured between swollen lips.
“You’re doing so well, my love, taking care of everyone and letting them show you their love.” Seonghwa’s careful as he swallows the water, knowing he’s being watched by their entire team. He can practically feel Mingi's eyes on his throat as he swallows and he's beyond grateful for the drink before Mingi’s turn with him. “Do you need to make any changes before we continue?”
He licks his lips slowly, soothing the slight chapping from his use. His mind is foggy, slow to respond to the less simple questions. “Want to touch, please Joongie.”
Yeosang is quickly behind him, working the binds off his arms and wrists, freeing him so he can do exactly that. His hands are warm as they massage at his shoulders once he’s free, Seonghwa’s first act to cup Hongjoong’s face in his hands. “Green, promise. I want it all.”
He was still so hard, aching and needy for it. Hongjoong stares at him for a moment longer, assessing before he pulls away. “Sannie, You’re up.”
San is quick to his Hyung's side. He’s bare except for his briefs, visibly hard but he doesn’t care about that. “Lie down.” He wants to taste him, to sink between his thighs and make his Hyung come before anyone else can. He needs it, to be the one to make him finish. Seonghwa lays out on his back, grateful for the break from his knees. It's alarming how good San looks between his spread legs, so soft and strong all at once. He isn’t kissed, surprised with how much San likes that normally. No, he’s on his stomach, face buried between Seonghwa’s thighs and lapping at his abused entrance.
“Fuck!” His cock twitches hard when he realizes what San’s doing, his fingers sinking into his Sannie’s hair as he greedily drinks Jongho’s release from his body. It's filthy and somehow the hottest thing he’s had done to him today. His back arches, binds tightening as he begins rocking his sensitive body down onto San’s soft mouth. “Oh god-” His own length is leaking against his stomach, still so very close from his previous use. San is all golden skin and shifting muscle where he sits, every muscle visible across his shoulders as he lifts and manipulates Seonghwa's body to get deeper, to taste him more, not wasting a drop of Jongho’s release.
He’s writhing against San’s hold, so unreasonably sensitive, when there’s movement by his head. A large, ring clad hand curls around the back of Seonghwa’s neck, lifting him up just enough for the thick head of Mingi’s cock to press against his lips. He opens his mouth, tonguing through the slit as he struggles to breath through everything San is doing. Faintly he hears the lube, too focused on taking Mingi’s girth at this angle to look. His legs are hiked higher, hooked over sans hips as the younger dancer sinks into him. “God, Hyung. Even after Jongho you’re still so tight.
He sinks into the hilt just as Seonghwa’s head is tipped back just right, Mingi slowly pressing into his extended throat. The eldest’s hands come up, reaching over his head to press one palm against Mingi’s abdomen, a silent request to go slow. He was so thick there was no breathing around him. Seonghwa’s eyes flutter closed as Mingi rolls his hips once, pulling back to let him breathe, giving him a moment. San’s grip adjusts on his thighs, hiking him just a touch higher before his hands are around his hips. The way he’s being held is a warning. San isn’t going to be gentle with him.
“Star-” Hongjoong's careful voice calls for him as he turns to look at him, the spit slick head of Mingi’s length against his cheek. “Show Mingi your stop sign.” He was very concerned about communication with Seonghwa being unable to move, to breath. The way Mingi had made his throat bulge made him throb with the idea of watching, but he was extremely concerned about missing a signal asking it to stop when Seonghwa couldn’t speak.
Obediently he smacks Mingi two times in quick succession, hard enough to be an obvious sign. “Good boy, Star. You got that Mingi? He does that and you stop no matter what, if you even think you felt it, you stop.”
Mingi nods, one large hand coming to affectionately card through Seonghwa’s hair, so gentle despite the way he intended to use him. “Promise.”
Hongjoong stares at them a moment longer before relaxing back into his chair to watch, Yunho hovering behind him with a very hungry look in his eyes. “Okay.” He adjusts in his seat, one hand finally dropping to palm himself as his hips shift up. He had been looking forward to this part, he knew what each member wanted more or less, hadn’t told Seonghwa anything. But Mingi had been extremely passionate about seeing if Seonghwa could take all of him in his throat. Hongjoong was confident he could with enough coaxing.
The moment the tension had faded, San was rolling his hips, earning a gasp from Seonghwa as he sank into him again. He’s slow with it, savoring the slick drag as he makes his Hyung moan. His hands slide further up his body as he arches, touch like reverent worship as he trails fingers down the soft skin of his stomach. “Look at him, Mingi-ya,” His voice matches his touch, a heavy layer of love and awe in his tone. “Built like this just for us, isn’t he?”
Mingi’s decent enough to let San have his fun, pulling soft cries and whimpers from the elder for a few minutes while Seonghwa lazily licks at the head of his length. His tongue is long and wicked, teasing him perfectly as his hands keep petting through his hair like he’s precious.
“Ready?” His voice is low as those fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, tugging to angle his throat once more. It’s a little harder now with San rocking his body, his grip keeps Seonghwa as in place as he can, the elders hands gripping at both of them. One hand curls around San’s wrist, nails biting into it as he’s fucked. His other hand reaches back, over his head to curl around Mingi’s hip as he starts to take him down his throat. The sounds leaving the pair sharing him are filthy, only adding to the pleasure of what he was doing.
He tenses up, against his will, choking slightly as Mingi pushes further into his throat than he had before. He pulls back, letting him breath, letting him have some true pleasure as San keeps using him. Soft praise, warm fingers against the side of his neck and he relaxes, taking him more and more until his throat is full and his mind is fuzzy with the lack of oxygen. Mingi’s hand closes around his throat and he squeezes slightly, a rumbling moan leaving him as he can feel the added pressure, gently massaging his throat as he strokes himself. He’s pausing longer and longer between pullouts, truly testing the limits of Seonghwa’s abilities.
“Fuck that’s so hot-“ San is doubling the pace, eyes locked on the way Mingi had Seonghwa swallowing him. He began greedily chasing his release as he bends over his Hyung. His lips and teeth are marking his skin as Mingi groans above them both, watching just as much. Seonghwa’s leaking profusely, cock twitching every single time Mingi forces himself further into his throat. There’s sounds around him, others touching, kissing, enjoying themselves around the pair in the middle. It’s all too much, the feeling of sans hands and mouth, the way he’s angling his hips has him pressing against his prostate with every thrust. Mingi’s hand around his throat, the way he’s so full and fuzzy brained has him melting. His nails claw at Mingi’s hip, down sans smooth back, marking and begging for more even as his body convulses between them. Mingi pulls back, freeing him to breathe as he shatters beneath them.
His orgasm is blinding, vision white and he’s crying out, his voice ruined from the multiple uses through the day. He’s spilling between them, San relentlessly driving into his body as his own pleasure mounts. Mingi sits back, lazily stroking himself as San takes over. His lips press to Seonghwas still panting ones, the taste of Mingi across his lips and tongue and that does it for him. He comes with a broken moan, filling Seonghwa for the second time that day. He stays there, hips pressed flush to the backs of his thighs as he moans around the wicked tongue in his mouth. Seonghwa’s fingers are in his hair, the bite of the warm Christmas lights digging into his skin, the slickness of his body around him has him shivering in satisfaction.
He hovers a moment before catching his breath, one final kiss before he’s pulling free. Yunho is quick to take his place, hands sliding along the eldest’s thighs. Seonghwa’s own mess is cooling across his stomach and Yunho wastes no time, tongue laving over the golden skin. He works around the binding lights, the rainbow glow reflecting in his dark eyes as he looks up at Seonghwa. He cleans everything he can find, gradually working his way up his body until he too was able to taste those parted lips. He’s the last one, whatever he and Mingi do will be the last of his worship. His Christmas wish had come true. He kisses him hard, possessive as all the rest as he lets the singer taste his own release off a foreign tongue.
As Mingi runs his fingers through Yunho’s hair, petting him as he indulges in his need for more of the simple pleasures, Hongjoong checks in a final time, his own voice breathy, tight with pleasure. “My star, Color?”
It takes even longer for him to answer this time, lost in the feeling of Yunho’s large frame pushing him down, Mingi’s thick thighs framing his head. “Green,” it's soft, but Hongjoong hears him. “So green.”
A wave of fingers and Yunho is kissing him all over again, his hands hitch one thigh over his hip. It opens him up, his cock sinking into him so easily it’s a little ridiculous. He still feels amazing, snug around his length. He’s so sensitive now, so soft and pliant beneath them. Mingi’s still stroking himself, much lazier as he watches Yunho with rapt fascination as he takes his pleasure from the elder. Seonghwa’s writhing, body arching as he’s fucked. Yunho was much larger than the last few who’d taken him, reaching untouched parts and bringing a new level of pleasure to their hyung. He was gorgeous as he fell apart beneath him, hands grasping as he tried to manage the overwhelm.
Yunho’s panting against his lips, grunting with the effort of keeping a steady pace and not giving into the pleasure, to not chase mindlessly. Mingi’s fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his head back to get his attention. “You think he can take both of us?” His words are low but loud enough for them to hear, enough for Yunho to slow and eventually stop all together.
“I bet he could.” He slips free of Seonghwa, gaze dropping to the man beneath him. “You think you can?”
“Yes-“ Seonghwa answers quicker than he has In a while, reinvigorated at the idea of a challenge “want it. Please, let me try.”
Mingi laughs behind him as he hears someone curse, maybe Wooyoung, clearly distraught that they hadn’t thought of this. “Course you can baby, I think the easiest way would be to have you ride me, Yuyu behind you. Think you can manage that?”
They know he’s tired, his body aching, mind practically liquid from all of the attention but they trusted his consent, trusted Hongjoong understood him well enough to call a stop if needed. He’d been resolute in not accepting any attention from anyone else until this point. Passing touches, brief moments of indulgence via a kiss or someone’s hand palming where he ached the most right now, but nothing that would distract him from Seonghwa’s safety. Even now, Wooyoung sat perched between his legs, waiting so patiently to be allowed to help his Captain. His cheek was pressed against his thigh, fingers trailing the hard outline so lightly it wouldn’t get him kicked away as Hongjoong’s fingers pet through his thick hair.
Mingi’s eyes flick to him, watching, there’s no sign of concern so they continue. Mingi lays down, Seonghwa placed in his lap like he weighs nothing by their giants. The descent is slow, Mingi much, much thicker than anything else he’s taken. It takes a good few minutes of him gradually working his way down, Yunho at his back with more attention, more marks, more praise until he’s fully seated and taking him more easily. They are generous with the lube when they start, Seonghwa seated on Mingi’s cock as Yunho works slender fingers into him alongside, slowly stretching him just that little bit more. He’s so turned on he’s dizzy feeling them both, his poor cock is hard again, begging for attention that neither of them are willing to give it.
He doesn’t know how long it takes before the press of Yunho’s fingers along side Mingi doesn’t sting but starts to feel good, fucking into him more easily. It’s then that Yunho pulls them free, more lube added to his own length as he presses even closer behind Seonghwa. Mingi’s hands guide him down, fingers around his neck as he forces them chest to chest for the best chance of success.
Yunho’s voice comes from behind him, long fingers trailing the curve of his spine as the blunt head presses to his entrance. “Tell me to stop if it hurts Hyung,” then he’s pushing forward, slipping in alongside Mingi and Seonghwa can’t breath let alone think. He’s never been so full, it’s almost uncomfortable as his body adjusts. His hands claw at Mingi’s chest, broken curses and cries leaving him against the rapper's neck where he’s buried his face. It doesn’t stop until Yunho’s fully seated, panting against his back.
Mingi can feel the elder throbbing against him, hard as steel against himself. He knows he’s not much better. “Hyung? Okay?”
“Yes! Fuck, god you’re big. Both of you-“ there’s a lazy laugh from each of them, not the first time they’d heard that. “M-move, one of you move I can’t- oh god.”
Mingi rolls his hips to oblige, Yunho whining against Seonghwa’s back. As Mingi pushes back in, Yunho pulls out. It’s slow, it’s torturously slow and Seonghwa’s practically drooling at the sensation of never truly being empty. He’s useless against Mingi’s chest, moaning into his skin as they pick up their pace. His eyes find Hongjoong, watch as his love finally gives in to the pleasure and lets Wooyoung touch him. His eyes don’t leave Seonghwa, even as he guides Wooyoung’s mouth along his length with a tight fistful of hair.
He adores this, his team, his family coming together like this. He doesn’t think it always needs to be this way, but to indulge in each other freely, to show this level of love to one another openly at home would change everything for them. Nothing in the shadows, nothing secret and shameful in the dark. This was what he’d wanted, bliss and love, and everyone at once. Yunho bucks into him a little harder and draws him back to present, his eyes focusing again as Hongjoong thrusts up into Wooyoung’s mouth, their kitty looking beyond pleased with the attention.
The sight alone is enough to send him over, had it not also been for the way Mingi was moaning in his ear, Yunho against the back of his neck, the way their hands tangled together even against his body. He can’t hold on, doesn’t feel like he has to as they mismatch their thrusts and both press inside him at once. He comes with a sharp cry against Mingi’s chest, body clenching around the pair of them. Yunho’s breath hitches against him, a broken sound leaving him as he sinks into Seonghwa a final time before spilling. Mingi manages a few more sloppy thrusts, wet with Yunho’s release before he’s adding his own with a low growly moan from deep in his chest. Even with him pinned between them, it’s each other they find first. He’s still trembling through his release as Yunho bends to kiss Mingi.
He lays between them, spent, listening to the sounds around him. The sound of Hongjoong finishing is a quiet one, but it’s there. It’s a sound he’d recognize anywhere, the soft sounds of sans moans, Jongho's distinct voice tangled in, he’s sure there’s more but he’s so tired he can’t pick them out. He’s gasping, tender as Yunho slips free, pulling his aching body off Mingi and against his chest. His limbs are jelly, Hongjoong’s small, familiar hands collecting him and gathering him against his own chest.
He’s slick with spit, and cum and sweat and most of it isn’t even his but Hongjoong looks at him like he hung the moon. The rest of their team is around them, still indulging even as Seonghwa’s eyes grow heavy with exhaustion as Hongjoong pets hair back from his face. His voice is soft when he speaks, raising another bottle of water to Seonghwa’s lips as Yeosang slides into place beside them, undoing the still glowing binds. “Was it everything you wanted?”
He’s greedy as he drinks but Hongjoong controls the flow, preventing him from choking. The water is cool and soothing along his damaged throat, his dry lips. He drinks until it’s empty, the tight binds slowly working looser and looser. “Yes, yes it was…” There’s no words to explain how he’s felt, the adoration, the reverence, the love from everyone. The love he felt he was able to give in return. “Perfect.”
Hongjoong’s smile is warm, eyes crinkled just so around the edges. The smile just for him. “Merry Christmas, Star.”