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jungseokil ! bottom junsgu and jiseok, top gunil

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"I want to ask him to join." Jungsu stared at his boyfriend. He managed to finish his inhale. "What?" came on his next exhale. "I want to ask him to join." Jiseok said as if it was simple. "He likes you enough. I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to get in bed with you." Jungsu blinked at him. Jiseok blinked back. "You want a threesome?" Jungsu whispered, like he wasn't supposed to say it out loud. Jiseok shrugged. "Sounds fun. How do you feel about that?" Jungsu didn't feel. He's never entertained the thought of a threesome, not with Jiseok or in any of his past relationships. He didn't know Jiseok was into that. "With Gunil?" Jungsu questioned. "The guy who has a crush on me? You're not worried he'll get more confident if we do this? That he'll think he has a chance with me?" "I don't care about his feelings. I trust you, and that's all I need."

jaewoo :) top jaehyun, bottom jungwoo

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"Good?" he asked, his free hand on Jungwoo's thigh and slick fingers against his hole. Jungwoo nodded again, biting his lip. He wasn't exactly nervous. He wasn't worried it wouldn't feel good, he already knew it would, but he hasn't done it with Jaehyun. It would be different. Honestly, he was wary about cumming too fast. Jaehyun entered a finger. Jungwoo closed his eyes and let his head fall to the bed. It was already better.

Taeyong and Jihoon in the studio

Dom Jihoon, sub Taeyong, blowjobs, cum eating, praise; Taeyong doesn't like to be called hyung but likes to call Jihoon sunbaenim — 1.1k

Jihoon sat on Taeyong's couch in his studio, awkward and nervous but needy and distracted. He hasn't interacted much with Taeyong, but has thought he was attractive any time he saw him online or in passing. It was hard not to notice him.

Jihoon wanted him to end the livestream.

Jihoon wanted his friend to leave.

Jihoon managed to contain himself until both of those things happened. After, Taeyong told him to stay a bit for them to talk more. Taeyong wanted Jihoon to produce a song for him. Jihoon would do anything if it meant they could be this close again, this alone and this together.

Together. Alone. Alone together.

Jihoon slid his hand onto Taeyong's shoulder. He was standing behind him as Taeyong sat at his desktop. Taeyong tensed and his words faltered, but he didn't comment. Jihoon took that as consent to keep going.

He moved to Taeyong's neck. He squeezed the back of it, then carded his fingers through Taeyong's hair. Taeyong wasn't speaking very well now.

"How often are you in here, hyung?" Jihoon asked, trying to be casual. If Taeyong so much as looked at him right now, he'd crumble.

"Don't call me that." Taeyong whispered.

Jihoon froze. "Oh. Sorry. Taeyong-shi—"

"No," Taeyong said, turning around. He took Jihoon's hand, but pressed it closer to him. They made eye contact. Jihoon's knees nearly buckled.

"Woozi-sunbaenim…" Taeyong started, eyes darting around Jihoon's face.

Jihoon laughed, shy. "You don't need to—"

He trailed off, Taeyong's eyes distracting him. They were so big, and so pretty, so pretty pretty pretty, would look so good looking up at him as he took cock, look so good rolling back in his head.

Jihoon kissed him. He couldn't stop himself. Taeyong let go of Jihoon's hand, and Jihoon grabbed a handful of his hair. Taeyong's lips were soft.

"Sunbaenim," Taeyong moaned, "take me."

Jihoon smiled. How cute. How needy. How overtly needy, desperate and eager. Jihoon wondered if his members fucked him well.

"Haven't had it in a while?" Jihoon asked. He kept one hand in Taeyong's hair and used the other to tilt his head up, fingers on his chin.

Taeyong shook his head slightly. Jihoon would've gotten lost in his eyes if it weren't for his cock twitching to life.

"Lock the door." Jihoon murmured.

He straightened, and Taeyong got up and stumbled to the door. He locked it, then turned back and stood, fiddling with his fingers. Jihoon smirked and sat on the couch. He patted his lap.

Taeyong hurriedly straddled him. He kissed him before Jihoon could speak. Jihoon chuckled, cupping Taeyong's face. He snaked down Taeyong's body and slipped inside his pants. Taeyong pushed his clothes down without breaking the kiss.

Jihoon cursed, seeing Taeyong's cock. Everything was pretty about him. He wrapped his hand around him and pumped. Taeyong whined (whined!), and looked down to watch. His hips were already twitching.

"God, fuck," Jihoon hissed, and he pushed Taeyong up and over to sit on the couch. If that's how Taeyong sounded from just a handjob, he needed to hear more. He got in between his legs and sucked his cock down.

"Oh—oh, shit, s-sunbaenim…" Taeyong mewled, hands in Jihoon's hair.

Jihoon was fast on him, needing to hear his whimpers and moans. Jihoon wasn't often called that title, and he found he liked it. Especially in this context, especially from Taeyong's whiny voice.

"You're such a good boy," Jihoon said, almost like he was talking to a dog, "put out so easily."

Taeyong whimpered. He hid his face in his hands. Jihoon smirked, licking up Taeyong's length. He suckled on his cockhead. Taeyong squirmed.

"I—I might not last long," Taeyong told him, shaky.

"I can tell." Jihoon commented. Taeyong's precum was streaming steadily. "Do you have lube?"

Taeyong looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and shook his head.

Jihoon ignored it, but his heart dropped with disappointment. He was thinking about bending Taeyong over his couch and fucking him good. Making his little cock bounce, making his arms give out, making his legs shake. Splattering his cum across the cushions.

"Next time, come to mine, and you can cockwarm me, yeah? Sit in my lap as I work. If you're good, maybe I'll let you bounce on my cock." Jihoon told him.

Taeyong's jaw dropped with a low moan. He nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be good." He whispered.

"Maybe I'll record us and sample it for the song I'm making you." Jihoon said, taking him down. Seeing that this was how Taeyong was, naturally submissive, greatly helped his confidence.

"Fuck—oh, please," Taeyong mewled. He was grinding into Jihoon's mouth.

Jihoon kept going. Taeyong's thrusts got faster, then he shook through his orgasm. Jihoon swallowed. He didn't let up until Taeyong was making tiny little choked moans, small yelps of overstimulation.

Jihoon sat back. Taeyong took a moment to gather himself, breathing and rubbing his eyes. He then pulled his clothes up, avoiding Jihoon's gaze.

Jihoon stood. Taeyong kept his head down as he said, "Thank you, sunbaenim."

"Any time. You wanna help me?" Jihoon asked.

Taeyong nodded and scooted to the edge of his seat, gently putting his hands on Jihoon's hips. Jihoon pushed down his clothes, letting his cock spring out. Taeyong got his mouth on it.

"Taeyong-hyung," Jihoon moaned in pure pleasure.

Taeyong looked up at him, staying on his dick, eyes as big and pretty as always, whining in complaint.

Jihoon ran his fingers through Taeyong's hair and chuckled. "Sorry, baby. You're just a little sweetie, aren't you? Little baby boy."

Taeyong's eyes fluttered shut and he took Jihoon deeper. Jihoon sighed in relief. He set both hands on Taeyong's hair, petting him, feeling how soft he was. He made sure not to move him, even if he was eager to fuck his face. Taeyong was fragile.

"So good, baby, so good." Jihoon murmured. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, focusing on the feeling of Taeyong's warm mouth around him.

Taeyong pumped him fast as he said, "Want it on my face."

Jihoon groaned. He came just as fast as Taeyong, and he did what he was told, jerking off onto Taeyong's face. After, he took a moment to stare. To study Taeyong, to take in how beautiful he was. Even without his seed marking his face.

Jihoon found tissues and cleaned Taeyong up. He gave him a small kiss, making Taeyong smile. Jihoon was awkward again, but at least Taeyong was, too.

"You'll really make a song for me?" Taeyong asked quietly.

Jihoon grinned and kissed him once more. "Of course. Call me any time."

Taeyong looked down, shy. "Thank you, sunbaenim."

Jihoon would never feel the same way about that word ever again.

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