Hyun has been spending quality time with Wumuti for a little while now. It’s a nice way for the both of them to relieve their stress, and they both trust and love each other enough to feel comfortable doing this with one another.

They both like bottoming, and Hyun had felt a little hesitant to let Wumuti do this for him so often.

“I feel like I should be taking better care of you,” he admits.

Wumuti chuckles and brings Hyun’s hand up to her mouth to press a kiss into the center of his palm. The heat in her gaze and the touch of her lips sends a line of fire burning straight down to his groin.

“Who says you don’t? And anyway, I like taking care of you, too, you know.”

Wumuti grinds her hips in as if to prove her point, driving her cock deeper into Hyun where he’s already stretched open around her. He feels melted, slick and easy and slow.

“Ohhh,” Hyun moans, hanging his head down between his shoulders, rocking back to meet Wumuti’s thrust.

“Good?” Wumuti asks.

“So good, hyung,” Hyun chokes out.

And then Rui had, well, walked in on them.

“Oh,” Rui had said.

Hyun jolted, shocked to be found in this position. But Wumuti’s cock was still inside him, so there was nowhere for him to go. The way he lurched only shoved her deeper into him, making her moan involuntarily at how good Hyun felt around her cock.

“Jinhyung-ah,” she gasped, her fingers flexing against his hips.

She was in so deep it was making Hyun feel cross-eyed and weak in the knees.

Hyun’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates, his heart pounding in his chest.

He expected Rui to shut the door, maybe apologize for walking in on them—it’s what would be polite. But he doesn’t do that at all.

Looking at them, a faint blush rises to Rui’s cheeks, and she bites her lip. Almost as if—is he getting turned on by looking at them? By seeing them like this?

It’s mortifying. Hyun is a very private person, with his sexuality even more so. He’s not a prude by any means, and he’s happy to indulge with his partners—but that’s because he knows and trusts them well.

To be caught like this feels shocking.

“Rui— hyung, stop looking,” Hyun chokes out, trying to hide himself with his hands, but it’s no use.

He’s on his hands and knees with Wumuti behind him. Even if he tries to put one hand up to shield himself, it’s no use. Rui can still see everything—his cock hanging, thick and heavy between his legs, the perspiration dotting his chest, the flushed look on his face.

“Oh,” Rui says again. “Hyunnie.”

She closes the door behind her, but only after she steps into the room, walking closer to the bed, her eyes crawling over every inch of Hyun’s exposed skin.

Hyun is pretty sure he stops breathing when Rui gets close to him.

She looks him right in the face, so close that he wants to squirm away, and asks him in a sticky-sweet and tender voice, “Is unnie making you feel good, hm?”

If Hyun manages to get any sound at all out, it certainly isn’t a word.

Rui hums to herself like she wasn’t expecting it and walks around the side, so she can see—

“Unnie, don’t,” Hyun chokes out, trying to put a hand up to hide himself. To hide the place where Wumuti’s cock is sinking into him, still buried so deep inside his hole.

His embarrassment makes him flex around her, tensing his muscles, and Wumuti hisses softly under her breath.

“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything, am I?”

The hair is standing up on the back of Hyun’s neck, but Rui really doesn’t do anything. Or at least, not to him.

Instead, she runs her short fingernails down Wumuti’s spine, starting at the top and raking them down, making Wumuti shiver and whimper.

“Unnie, is Hyunnie making you feel good?” Rui asks Wumuti this time.

She doesn’t wait for an answer, just twines her fingers in the back of Wumuti’s hair, scratching at her scalp as she pulls Wumuti in for a warm, wet kiss.

The sounds of them kissing make Hyun’s cheeks burn. Wumuti’s small moans layered above Rui’s lighter, breathier ones.

Rui is making Wumuti feel so good, kissing her with her cock still buried inside Hyun’s hole, that her hips start rocking again of their own accord, just short, small thrusts, barely anything, but Hyun’s entire nervous system feels like it’s on high alert, so oversensitized—and Wumuti’s cock is so big that even those tiny thrusts feel magnified.

Hyun tries to hold on, to not react. He doesn’t want Rui to hear him, but he can’t help the soft moan he makes as Wumuti barely fucks him. It goes on, along with the sounds of wet kissing behind him, driving him crazy.

His cock is still throbbing, so hard between his legs. He flushes hot and cold with shame at that fact that Rui barging in hasn’t made him soften at all.

He can’t help whimpering, still. Can’t help the way he grinds back, just an imperceptible shift of his hips, chasing friction because the way Wumuti is jerking her hips against him isn’t nearly enough.

Rui notices, of course.

She breaks away from Wumuti’s lips, the both of them still panting, to kiss down the side of Wumuti’s neck. Wumuti tips her head, baring her throat for Rui, and with a wicked smile on her face, Rui slides her hands down the outside of Wumuti’s slender hips and uses them to push her forward, making her thrust into Hyun.

Hyun moans, grinding back almost involuntarily.

“Unnie, please,” he sobs, fucking himself on Wumuti’s cock in earnest now.

It feels so embarrassing, so shameful, but he can’t make himself stop. He needs it too much. The skin on the back of his neck prickles from the sensation of being watched, and the sensual, wet sounds of their kissing keep driving him crazy.

“Hyunnie,” Wumuti says, and her voice sounds strained and breathy. She sounds like she does when she’s feeling really good, and how can she not, with Hyun working himself on her cock like that and Rui nibbling on her and blowing a cool puff of air into her ear with a giggle.

She follows it with her tongue, and Wumuti’s hips jolt forward, grinding her cock suddenly hard and forcefully against Hyun’s prostate.

It’s a kind of torture, Hyun is sure of it, designed to drive him insane, because it’s hard to care about his own embarrassment when it feels this good.

Rui licks her own finger and uses the pad of it to circle Wumuti’s hole, making her moan aloud—distracting her from Hyun, making her focus on Rui, only on Rui.

The little taps of Rui’s finger against Wumuti’s tightly closed furl promise and threaten something more, and Wumuti arches her back, spine bending as she tries to grind into it.

“How would it feel? Me inside you, you inside Hyunnie,” Rui giggles. “Would you even be able to see straight? Unnie’s greedy body, so stuffed full of good feelings.”

Rui’s soft voice right in Wumuti’s ear, tickling the inside of her ear canal and making Wumuti’s eyes roll back with her words. Her hand curves around Wumuti’s flank to rub at her lower belly, pressing on the soft skin there, the slight curve of fat right below her navel. The pressure feels so erotic, and Wumuti’s voice stutters.

Wumuti is starting to sweat, dripping with it, drenching Hyun and the bed.

“Tease,” Wumuti pants out, needy and barely paying attention to what she’s doing to Hyun, fucking him too hard because she needs Rui inside her so much.

Rui’s finger presses a little harder at Wumuti’s hole, digging in and then skirting the outside again, over and over, maddening.

“Aren’t I only a tease if I don’t do what I say, though?” Rui asks.

She’s obviously having way too much fun, and Wumuti should do something about that later, will definitely make her pay, but right now she’s completely at Rui’s mercy, and Rui knows it and loves it.

Too much fun.

“Be nice and beg me,” Rui says.

Her erection is digging into Wumuti’s hip, her finger still maddeningly teasing at Wumuti’s hole. She’s actually pushing it in now but not enough, just a few centimeters, enough to make Wumuti desperately want more.

“Rui, I swear to god,” Wumuti grits out.

“Funny, that doesn’t sound like you begging me?”

She waits until Wumuti opens her mouth again and then shoves her finger into Wumuti’s hole to the knuckle, the dry burn of friction making Wumuti’s back arch like a cat.

“Fuck, princess,” she sobs out.

Rui likes making Wumuti beg for her fingers. In fact, she likes making Wumuti beg for anything. It does it for her, to feel so wanted.

“More,” Wumuti demands. “Please, more.”

Rui can be very generous when she wants to be. She bends down and holds Wumuti’s cheek open so she can lick the outside of her hole, licking around her finger in a way that makes Wumuti stutter and Hyun choke.

“Unnie’s so tasty,” Rui says with her tongue still out, lapping at Wumuti’s hole, and she’s so vulgar, Wumuti wonders where she gets it from with the part of her mind that isn’t currently being turned inside out by her.

“Rui, shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Wumuti complains.

“You’re impatient,” Rui pouts, but she still wriggles another long finger into Wumuti’s hole.

Spit makes shitty lube, and it stings, but right now Wumuti wants something inside her enough that she groans, “Thank you, princess. Thank you, thank you, fuck.”

“Can you make Hyunnie cum now?” Rui asks, using her two fingers to stroke Wumuti’s prostate in a way that’s too much except for when she’s the most turned on. Right now it just feels amazing, makes Wumuti feel like she’s gonna cum.

“Hyunnie!” Wumuti says with dismayed guilt. She’d actually forgotten all about him.

Hyun is basically melted into a puddle beneath her. He thinks he understands that expression now, the idea of having your brain fucked out.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Hyun manages a weak grunt and to beg, “Unnie, more.”

His whole body feels like it’s vibrating, sensitive from being kept on the edge for so long.

Wumuti pets her hands down his side as an apology for neglecting him so much. She starts fucking him in earnest, and Hyun lets out a long, heartfelt moan. He’s already so close, and Wumuti finally fucking him with intention gets the coiled, molten feeling in his stomach winding itself tighter, bringing him closer.

His cock bounces thick and heavy between his legs while every slap of Wumuti’s hips against the back of his thighs jolts him further up the bed. Wumuti grabs him by the legs and drags him back onto her cock, and Hyun completely gives up on trying to hold himself up at all and collapses down onto his chest, his ass in the air while Wumuti gives it to him good.

The angle shifts, and it feels so good. It feels so good it starts freaking him out—surely it’s not supposed to feel this good. It feels like something inside him is building and building, and it scares Hyun enough that he tries, uncoordinated, to scramble away.

“Oh no,” Rui says. “Where are you going?”

Hyun is babbling something, probably. His ears are ringing, and his mouth is moving, and Rui’s cool hand is wrapped around his hip, petting over his stomach in a way that has the muscles in his abdomen jumping. His face is wet, and he’s crying.

“Wooow,” Rui whispers. “Unnie, you’re making him feel so good that he’s drooling.”

She giggles and twists her fingers in Wumuti, fucking them harder into her to see the chain reaction it makes.

“I can’t,” Hyun is sobbing. “I can’t, I can’t.”

He feels like he can’t breathe. His cock is so hard it’s red and swollen, drooling a continuous line of precum down onto the bed. His ass is in the air like some animal in heat, so Wumuti can fuck it and fuck it—

When Rui’s hand wraps around his cock, Hyun basically howls. She doesn’t even have to jerk him off. She doesn’t even get the chance. He spills immediately, cock jerking as he cums, panting and moaning as it seems to go on forever. He makes a mess of the blanket below him, pearly white cum pooling as Rui milks him through it.

Wumuti swears as Hyun gets so tight, gritting her teeth and unable to stop herself from rutting into him, gasping as she chases her own release, slamming her hips into him one final time as she buries herself as deep as she can go, filling him up with a groan.

Hyun feels too boneless to move, even after Wumuti pulls out, flopping onto her back with an arm flung over her eyes to try to catch her breath.

She needs to get up, needs to make sure Hyun is okay, just—in a minute. When she can feel her legs again.

Rui is the only one who hadn’t gotten off.

She bites her lip, staring hypnotized at the place where Wumuti’s cum is leaking out of Hyun’s hole. It looks so soft after Wumuti had her way with him—who knows how long they’d been at it before Rui showed up—that Rui can’t help wanting to give it a little kiss.

She does, chasing the bit of cum that’s running down Hyun’s perineum with her tongue and pushing it back into his hole.

He jerks and makes a little whimpering sound. Cute. He’s so cute. She’s going to eat him.

Rui follows it with her thumb, pushing it into him, so fucking horny about how easily it slides in, no resistance at all. She squeezes her cock, thinking of how easily that would slide into him, too.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Hyunnie, okay?” Rui says, fumbling with her sweatpants to get her cock out.

She’s not good at being patient, and she’d been so patient. She wants a treat now. She doesn’t wait for an answer, pressing forward and dragging her cock against Hyun’s messy hole. He’s so slippery that it glances along the seam of his ass a few times, then punches all the way in in a single stroke.

Hyun doesn’t seem to be complaining, if how loud he’s being is any indication.

Rui uses him much the same way Wumuti had, chasing her own pleasure, hammering into him. He’s so sensitive after cumming that it feels better, so good it’s almost sharp. His voice turns into one long wail, shivery and sobbing. He’s long past the point of being able to hold himself up, but it doesn’t seem to matter.

Rui is content to use him like this, and all Hyun has to do is lie there, floaty and out of it, and take it.

He jolts, moaning into his arms when he feels Rui land a hard slap to his ass. It makes him tighten up again and makes her moan. She smacks him a few more times, until his cheeks are as red as his hole.

Wumuti’s cum is still dripping out of him, frothing out the sides of his hole every time Rui shoves back in. He doesn’t know how he’s going to look either of them in the eye ever again.

“Do you love it, Hyunnie? Do I feel good?”

Rui digs her fingernails into the raw, reddened flesh of Hyun’s ass, raking them down to draw white welts and pull new sounds out of him; a higher octave.

“Hyung,” Hyun chokes out.

“Tell me you love it. Tell me I’m doing a good job. Oh!”

Rui bites her lip. She’s getting so close now.

It’s starting to hurt, the thin wire of oversensitized pleasure tipping over into harsh, discordant pain. Hyun feels his gaze starting to unfocus. He pants and rocks back into Rui and takes it and takes it.

It feels like something is going to happen. Something enormous and terrible, and Hyun bites his lip so hard he breaks the skin. Only lets it go when Wumuti slips her thumb into his mouth, Hyun’s unfocused eyes fighting to fix on her soft, pretty face, her pretty, dark eyes. She leans in and kisses him softly, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and making his stomach go taut and tight.

The feeling bleeds back into pleasure, Hyun moaning into Wumuti’s mouth and still crying.

Wumuti bites his bottom lip, and Rui jerks forward with a ragged cry, and Hyun feels so full. He grabs onto Wumuti like he’ll fall off the end of the world if he doesn’t and cums with a sob when someone reaches down to touch his cock and jerk it off while he thrashes.

Rui bites into his shoulder like a ripe fruit and pushes all their cum back into him when it starts to drip out.