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The live stream buzzed with energy, the eight members of Stray Kids squeezed onto the worn gray sectional in their dorm's lounge. Soft overhead lights bathed the space in a warm glow, highlighting the casual disarray of throw pillows and half-empty water bottles scattered around. Seungmin was trapped in the middle, sandwiched between Jeongin and Jisung, his lanky frame folded uncomfortably. His knees knocked together, thighs compressed by the relentless press of bodies on either side, the fabric of his black joggers stretching taut over the strain.
He couldn't take it anymore. With a subtle shift, Seungmin braced his palms against the cushion and nudged his legs outward, seeking even a sliver of space. The motion didn't go unnoticed. Jeongin's leg clamped to the side on Seungmin's leg, muscles firm as he shoved it back, locking it in place with a possessive slam. On the right, Jisung's leg also shoved against his thigh, sliding up an inch before forcing the leg closed, their knees now brushing in enforced intimacy. Both wore matching smirks, Jeongin's eyes crinkling with mischief, Jisung's lips curling in that signature playful grin, with Jeongin's orange-tinted hair catching the light as he leaned in closer.
Seungmin's heart stuttered, a flush creeping up his neck. He didn't resist; instead, his mouth quirked into a shy smile, eyes darting between them with a spark of excitement. The camera captured the exchange, his wide eyed gaze holding a mix of innocence and heat, body leaning subtly toward Jisung, fingers twitching in his lap as if itching for more contact. The other members played along, Chan stifled a laugh from the armrest, Minho's knowing glance slid over the trio, Hyunjin and Felix shared a subtle nod, Changbin's broad shoulders shook with amusement.
But the smirks from Jeongin and Jisung promised something sharper tonight. As the stream wound down with final waves and sign-offs, the screen flickered off, leaving the room humming with unspoken tension. The group began to peel away, Chan heading to the kitchen for late-night snacks, Felix and Hyunjin murmuring about a quick game session, Minho and Changbin trailing toward the showers. Seungmin unfolded his legs with a relieved sigh, but the phantom pressure lingered, stirring heat low in his belly.
Jeongin caught his eye first, tilting his head toward the hallway. 'Come on,' he said softly, voice laced with intent. Jisung flanked him, hand brushing Seungmin's lower back as they guided him away from the dispersing chaos. The private wing of the dorm felt quieter, more intimate, the air thick with anticipation. They didn't make it far before Jisung pressed Seungmin against the living room wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to the warmth of bodies crowding in.
'You okay with this?' Jisung asked, his breath ghosting over Seungmin's ear, fingers tracing light circles on his hip. His tone was gentle, eyes searching for confirmation despite the hunger in them. Seungmin nodded, swallowing hard. 'Yeah. More than okay.' Jeongin stepped up behind, chest flush to Seungmin's back, lips brushing his neck. 'We can stop anytime, hyung. Just say the word.' His words were sweet, reassuring, even as his hands gripped Seungmin's waist, thumbs pressing into the dips above his hips.
Emboldened, they maneuvered him to the sofa, the same one from the stream, now empty and shadowed under the single lamp's amber light. Jisung knelt in front, parting Seungmin's knees only to snap them shut with his own thigh, grinding down with deliberate pressure. 'Like that?' he murmured, watching Seungmin's reaction. A soft whine escaped, Seungmin's hands fisting the cushions. 'Yes. Keep going.' Jeongin nodded, retrieving the coil of black ropes from the side table drawer, the soft nylon whispering as he unspooled it.
'These okay?' Jeongin checked, holding up the restraints. Seungmin's eyes lit with eagerness. 'Please.' They worked methodically—Jeongin binding his ankles first, looping the rope snug around them to hitch his legs together, the pull forcing that cramped position he secretly loved. Jisung handled the arms, drawing them behind Seungmin's back and securing wrists to elbows, the knots firm but not biting, arching his spine to thrust his chest out. Every tug came with a question. 'Too tight?' 'Good?' Seungmin answered breathlessly, body thrumming with need.
Clothes came off in a rush, Seungmin's shirt peeled away, joggers dragged down his bound legs, leaving him bare and exposed on the cushions. His cock stood rigid against his abdomen, tip glistening with pre-cum. Jeongin and Jisung stripped too, shirts tossed aside, pants kicked off to reveal lean, toned bodies flushed with arousal. Jisung's cock curved slightly, thick and ready; Jeongin's was longer, veins prominent along the shaft.
Jisung cupped Seungmin's jaw, thumb tracing his bottom lip. 'Can I fuck your mouth?' Consent clear, voice tender. 'Yes,' Seungmin breathed, parting his lips. Jisung guided in slow, the head sliding over his tongue, filling his mouth with salty heat. Seungmin sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing as Jisung rocked forward, thrusts shallow and controlled. Drool slicked his chin, moans vibrating around the length.
Behind, Jeongin slicked his fingers with lube, kneeling to spread Seungmin's cheeks. 'This alright? Fingers first?' A nod, and he pressed one in, the digit breaching the tight ring with a burn that made Seungmin clench. Jeongin pumped steadily, adding a second to stretch, scissoring gently. 'Breathe, hyung. You're doing so well.' His free hand stroked Seungmin's thigh, soothing even as he curled his fingers to nudge the prostate, drawing a muffled cry.
They synced effortlessly, Jisung holding Seungmin's hair loosely, hips snapping to bury deeper in his throat; Jeongin twisting his fingers, prostate milked with precision. Tears welled in Seungmin's eyes from the dual assault, but he leaned into it, bound body quivering. Jisung pulled back briefly, cock slick and shining. 'You good?' Seungmin gasped, 'Don't stop.'
Jeongin withdrew his fingers, lining up his cock. 'Ready for me inside?' 'Fuck, yes.' He pushed in gradual, the lube-slick head popping past the rim, inch after inch sinking into clenching heat. Seungmin's hole gripped him like a vice, ropes preventing any retreat, forcing him to take the full length. Jeongin bottomed out with a shared groan, hands bracketing Seungmin's hips before setting a rhythm, deep thrusts that jolted his body forward onto Jisung's cock.
Stuffed at both ends, Seungmin's world narrowed to sensation: the slide of cock in his throat, the pound into his ass, ropes digging with every rock. Jisung's hand drifted to his neck, fingers wrapping lightly. 'Can I?' he asked, voice husky. Seungmin hummed agreement around him, and Jisung squeezed just enough, pressure firm but careful, cutting off air for a heartbeat before easing. The slight choke sent sparks through Seungmin, his cock twitching untouched, pre-cum pooling on his stomach.
Jeongin matched the intensity, one hand sliding up to mirror Jisung's grip on the other side of Seungmin's throat, a gentle choke that heightened every thrust. 'Like that, hyung?' Jeongin panted, hips snapping harder, balls slapping skin. Seungmin nodded frantically, gagging softly as Jisung fucked his face deeper. The room filled with wet slaps, gasps, the creak of the sofa.
They shifted him onto his back, adjusting ropes to keep ankles bound but knees parted slightly for access. Arms stayed pinned behind, chest heaving as Jisung straddled his face, lowering so Seungmin could tongue his balls, lapping at the heavy sac while Jisung stroked himself above. 'Suck them,' Jisung urged softly, and Seungmin did, drawing one into his mouth with fervent pulls.
Jeongin hooked Seungmin's tied ankles over his shoulders, folding him nearly double, and drove back in, angle brutal, prostate hammered with each plunge. His hand returned to Seungmin's throat, choking lightly in time with thrusts, the restriction amplifying the pleasure until Seungmin's vision blurred. Jisung's fingers joined briefly, both applying just enough pressure to make him dizzy, then release, oxygen rushing back in waves.
Seungmin shattered first, cock erupting without touch, cum splattering his chest in hot ropes. His hole spasmed, milking Jeongin who buried deep and came with a low moan, flooding him with warmth. Jisung followed, jerking over Seungmin's open mouth, shots landing on tongue and lips. 'Swallow,' he whispered, watching as Seungmin did, licking clean.
But they weren't done. After untying temporarily, massaging red marks with careful thumbs. 'Hurt anywhere?' Jisung asked, pressing kisses to wrists, they led him to the bedroom, ropes in hand. The king-sized bed, sheets already rumpled from earlier naps, welcomed them. Jeongin bound Seungmin's wrists to the headboard slats, stretching his arms overhead. 'This position okay?' Consent reaffirmed, then ankles to bedposts, legs splayed wide, hole exposed and leaking Jeongin's cum.
Jisung grabbed a thick plug, ridged and flared, coating it in lube. 'Want this to keep me in you?' he teased, but checked, 'Yeah?' Seungmin arched, 'Put it in.' Jisung worked it slow, the stretch burning as it seated, base snug against his rim. The fullness made him whine, cock hardening again.
Jeongin climbed on, sinking onto Seungmin's length with a gasp, tight heat enveloping him. 'Fuck, hyung,' he breathed, rolling hips to ride, hands on Seungmin's chest for leverage. Bound, Seungmin could only buck up, ropes rattling. Jisung knelt by his head, feeding his cock back into Seungmin's mouth. 'Take it easy,' he murmured, thrusting lazy as his hand ghosted over Seungmin's throat, light choke again, thumb pressing the pulse point.
They swapped, Jeongin taking Seungmin's ass, plug removed with a wet pop, his cock sliding into the slick mess. 'Still good?' 'Harder,' Seungmin begged around Jisung's balls. Jeongin obliged, pounding while choking lightly from behind, fingers curling around the front of his neck. Jisung throat-fucked him in tandem, adding his own gentle squeeze, the dual pressure pushing Seungmin to the edge.
Positions blurred, Seungmin on his side, one leg roped high for Jisung to plow deep, Jeongin jerking over his face, occasional chokes making him gasp. Then face-down, ass up, ropes rebound to elbows and knees, both taking turns spanking lightly before thrusting in, hands on his throat from above, restricting just enough to heighten the rush. Cum leaked everywhere, Jeongin filling his ass again, Jisung painting his back, Seungmin spilling onto the sheets twice more.
Hours stretched, bodies slick with sweat, the room heavy with musk and moans. They checked in constantly, 'Color?' 'Green.' 'More?' 'Please.' Sweet words amid the roughness, Jisung kissing tears from cheeks, Jeongin stroking hair. Finally, as exhaustion crept in, they untied him fully, ropes coiled away. Warm cloths wiping cum and sweat, gentle massages on bound spots, wrists, ankles, neck rubbed with lotion to soothe faint marks.
Jisung fetched water and snacks, feeding Seungmin bites of fruit while Jeongin held him close, legs tangled. 'You were perfect,' Jeongin whispered, lips to forehead. Jisung nodded, nuzzling his shoulder. 'Love you like this. Rest now.' Seungmin melted between them, sated and cherished, the poly bond humming as distant voices from the others filtered in, morning light promising group cuddles soon. But for now, it was just them, wrapped in tender recovery.