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Seungmin first notices it when Minho lifts his shirt up on stage, revealing his stomach to thousands and their phones. That feeling. That rush. Everyone was looking at him, at his stomach. How embarrassing.

An “ab reveal” as they call it, even though Seungmin doesn’t have much to reveal, just a flat stomach with strong obliques. Recently, he’s been enjoying going to the gym. Or rather, going with the strong, buff bodyguard to the gym. Seungmin feels bad about asking the beefy bodyguard to go places with him, even though it’s literally his job, so he just waits for a “gym?” text from said the beefy bodyguard, whines and complains about not wanting to go while pulling on his trainers.

Their workouts go like this: Seungmin fucks around on the machines, proper form of course, but low weights. He does a few reps, then says he’s “too tired today” or “just resting between reps, hyungie, do you want me to get injured?” so he can sit there and ogle the beefy bodyguard. Sometimes the members are there too, and he can “spot” for them, which makes him feel useful. He likes to be of service.

Most of the time, he just “spots” the bodyguard, aka just stands there and watches his muscles contract and relax. Contract and relax. They get a nice sheen on them halfway through the workout, pumped and sweaty. They also throw a baseball back and forth as a warm-up and cool-down activity, which Seungmin claims is the only reason he went anyway. If Seungmin bothers him enough on their walk back to his hotel room, the beefy bodyguard will put him in a headlock or shoulder check him (too) gently into a wall. Seungmin loves going to the gym.

So even though he half-asses his workouts, if you half-ass five times a week, then there will be some muscle definition, apparently. At least according to the pictures he sees on his phone after. The half-second shirt lift by Minho paused and screenshot, shared to millions, of Seungmin’s bellybutton and softly defined side. He remembers blushing right after it happened, tucking his shirt back into his pants, feeling warm and weirdly giddy at the thought of everyone seeing him. He felt a tightness in his gut that he usually only feels at night with the lights low and plenty of time to himself, or in the morning when he wakes up from another dream about big pecs and even bigger biceps. He shook the feeling off quickly, he was on stage for crying out loud, and promised to get Minho back later. Somehow.

Sitting in his hotel room the next day, staring at the photo of his bare stomach and a devious Minho behind him, Seungmin wonders why he gets so embarrassed about showing skin. Chan does it all the time, always in his slutty outfits with arms, stomach, and juicy ass showcased for everyone and their mother to see. Jeongin with his midriff showing on stage and in magazines. Jisung with his salacious tattoos. Everyone else in their sleeveless shirts, arms and pits out for the rabid pervert masses. Not Seungmin, though. He likes his baggy outfits and tucked-in shirts, so even with heavy choreography his abdominal area is not “revealed”.

So why did his dick half chub after Minho did a quick t-shirt lift?

There’s a knock at his hotel door, startling him out of his almost thought spiral. He opens the door to reveal Minho, dressed in casual clothes and a soft smile on his face. “Let’s go get boba.”

“Now? You didn't even text first.”

“Didn’t feel like it. C’mon, I know you’re not busy, and I got the beefy bodyguard to go with us.”

Seungmin sighs heavily but lets Minho in the room while he grabs a baseball cap and sunglasses, as if that will make him unnoticeable in NYC. “We should probably start calling him by his name. ‘Beefy bodyguard’ is dehumanizing. And a mouthful,” Seungmin says, as if he doesn’t have him saved just as ‘Beefy-nim’ in his phone.

“Whatever,” Minho rolls his eyes. “He knows he’s hot and he likes it. Let’s go.”

🐶

They walk a few blocks to the boba place Minho found, talking a bit about the show last night and some other spots they might visit with their limited time in New York. Minho and Seungmin grab a booth in the back while the beefy bodyguard goes to the counter to buy their drinks. With Minho’s credit card, of course. Seungmin didn't even bring his.

When the beefy bodyguard comes back he says, “I’m going to drink mine outside, if that’s alright. I want to call my cousin that lives in Canada, she might be coming to the Toronto show.”

“Sounds good, tell her we said hi,” Minho says, and the beefy bodyguard leaves, leaving Seungmin mildly disappointed.

Minho takes a big obnoxious slurp of his matcha boba while making eye contact with Seungmin. It's a wonder he doesn't choke on a tapioca pearl. Just staring at him while he swallows, a devious glint in his eye.

Seungmin groans. Of course. Minho didn’t invite him on a one-on-one casual outing just because he wanted to hang. The second Seungmin opened his hotel door he walked straight into his trap, went straight for the cheese without looking up. He never stood a chance.

“Why are you looking at me like that? What is it this time?” he asks.

“You were acting weird last night, after the show.” Minho didn’t elaborate, just letting the statement hang in the air. Seungmin hates when he does that. Tries to lure him into speaking first, as if he'll just roll over and show his belly that easily. He won’t let that happen today. He needs to know where Minho is going with this. Seungmin stares back.

Minho chuckles. “Puppy doesn’t want to speak today?”

A zip goes through Seungmin’s spine and he wills himself not to respond, not to react in the slightest. Leave it to Minho to terrorize him on their day off.

Minho continues. “Okay. I’ll tell you my theory and you can confirm or deny. But even if you deny this, I know you too well, Seungmin. You’re an open book.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please just spit it out,” Seungmin tries to sound exasperated, but there’s still a slight shake to his voice. What the fuck is Minho on about?

“This is all just a hunch. I need to run some experiments first, but like I said this theory is based on years of careful Kim Seungmin observation.” Minho pauses, likely for dramatic effect. Jesus Christ, this drama queen. “I think you have a humiliation kink,” are the next words out of Minho’s mouth. "Or a strength kink. Or enjoy some light bondage. Or all three! I haven't decided yet."

There’s a whooshing sound in Seungmin’s ears, and he can no longer hear the café music or other patrons, just the sound of his own heartbeat. A laugh bursts out of him, startling himself. “What?” is all he can think, can bare to say.

“You obviously like getting roughed up by big, burly men. That’s why you’re always annoying Changbin and the beefy bodyguard. But lately I’ve been picking up hints of a humiliation kink.”

“What are you, the kink whisper or something?” Seungmin laughs. Good one, got him.

Minho twirls his straw, moves some boba around. “Something like that. Anyways, if that’s something you would like to explore, I know the members would be down.”

“What? You guys talk about my humiliation kink?” Seungmin’s entire body feels hot. Squirmy. He can't believe anyone talks about him when he's not around. There's not much to discuss, Seungmin thought.

Minho just smiles. “So you admit it. You know you have a humiliation kink.”

Seungmin now realizes the reason Minho invited him to have this conversation in public: if they were in private, Seungmin would have strangled him by now. “No, that’s not what I meant and you know it. It’s just that, like, you guys—” he can’t get the words out.

“Talk about your sexual preferences? Yeah, of course. We talk about all of our sexual preferences, duh.”

“Even when I’m not there?”

“You get all squirmy and blushy if we turn the sex talk towards you, and you stay silent or try to change the topic. At first, I thought it was the whole virgin thing," he pauses, waiting for Seungmin to deny or object in any way, "But then I noticed you never leave the room when we talk about that stuff, even when you claim to be super uncomfortable."

Seungmin gapes at him. He can’t believe this conversation is happening right now, in public. He can’t believe he’s getting a bit hard. He needs to get that under control before they stand up to leave.

“Do you trust me, Kim Seungmin?” Finally, an easy question.

“Of course, hyung,” he replies, without needing to think on it. In any context, in any lifetime, he knows Minho would never— could never— hurt him.

Minho smiles, eyes crinkling and cute front teeth showing. “Good. I want to try some things. Only me and the members will know about it, of course. I won’t tell you what’s going to happen or when it’s going to happen, just follow my lead. I want you to figure out what feels good." Minho gaze is so fond it makes him feel slightly ill. "It’s all about you feeling good."

Seungmin really does love his crazy hyung. How bad can it be?

🐶

CHICAGO

It’s kind of bad.

Seungmin is on edge all the time. Why did he agree to whatever this is, and why didn’t he ask follow-up questions? What the hell is Minho planning? How will the other members be involved? What the fuck is going on? Does he even have a humiliation kink or a strength kink or whatever? What does that even mean?

They’re in Chicago when his phone buzzes, a text to the member group chat.

lee minho: basketball game in 20, there’s a court down in the gym. most bodyguards already said yes.

Seungmin watches the chat as Felix’s typing bubble pops up.

lee minho: yes, even the beefy one.

Felix’s bubble disappears, only for a simple smiley emoji to take its place.

He gets a notification from his private chat with Minho.

lee minho: let's stick with the traffic light system for now. green is good, yellow is pause and discuss, red is stop completely.

lee minho: yellow whenever you need, we never want to push you to red.

Seungmin just stares at his phone screen. What is he supposed to say to that? Okay, cool? Thankfully, Minho's typing bubble keeps popping up.

lee minho: this is all about you, puppy. promise nothing crazy will happen the first time, just want to test the waters a bit. let me know if you agree to the color system or have any questions.

Seungmin simply 'likes' the last message and gets up to change into his basketball shorts.

🐶

Nothing crazy is going to happen? He can hardly believe that, if Minho's calling the shots. Minho definitely has a higher tolerance for crazy than most people, but thankfully so does Seungmin. What could possibly happen to him at a casual basketball sesh with twenty plus coworkers around?

The game itself is a disaster, of course. Even with trying to disperse the ball-challenged members amongst the bodyguards, it’s still brutal. More of a playful running around and tossing the ball and laughing than anything resembling an actual game.

Seungmin doesn’t mind. Whenever he ends up with the ball, some muscular man will immediately be in his face, body checking him to steal it. When he tries to go after the ball, a wall of muscled back blocks him from making any progress. Since there are no real rules, Changbin’s arms even circle around his waist a few times, roughly spinning him away from the ball. All in all, it’s a great game. Now that its been pointed out, he's starting to believe Minho is onto something with the whole strength thing.

They eventually get tired of pretending to play a real game, so Chan drags out a big bin of basketballs from the supply closet. Everyone practices free throws and plays games of HORSE until it’s almost dinner time.

“Last two to touch the backboard have to pick up all the balls!” Minho yells. There’s a scramble to the net. All the bodyguards, Hyunjin, and Chan can reach it just by jumping (very kangaroo-like, in Chan's case). The other vertically challenged members take turns lifting each other up.

“I’ll help you, puppy,” Changbin says in his ear from behind and Seungmin’s hoisted in the air, laughing with everyone else.

“You need to get closer, hyung! Closer!” Seungmin says, unable to hide the glee in his voice, arms flailing towards the backboard. Almost everyone else has touched it.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Changbin yells, but he staggers backwards, as if Seungmin is the heaviest thing he's ever lifted.

Seungmin watches as Hyunjin lifts Jeongin to touch the backboard.

“Minnie and Binnie lost!” Jeongin cheers, delighted. “Have fun!” The little shit runs off the court, following the others out.

Changbin puts Seungmin down.

“You did that on purpose!” Seungmin accuses him, poking his finger into his chest. Changbin just grins and grabs Seungmin’s wrist, twisting his arm until it hurts a little.

“Minho-hyung! Binnie-hyung is hurting me!” Seungmin says, following the script of a million previous situations that unfolded just like this one. He looks over at Minho, who’s taking a long drink from his water bottle.

Minho swallows. “You like it. Now be a good puppy and help your hyung pick up the balls.”

Changbin drops Seungmin’s hand to begin picking up discarded balls and Seungmin’s face burns and oh. It’s just the three of them left. This is it. Whatever Minho has planned, this is it.

Seungmin relaxes a bit, accepting his fate is in the hands of those who know best. His heart rate begins to slow down after all that cardio. Picking up all the balls is almost soothing, a rhythmic task that’s easy to focus on. He’s aware of Changbin and Minho talking quietly on the other side of the gym where they're rolling balls to him to pick up but can’t quite make out what they’re saying. Seungmin isn’t worried. Those are his hyungs, the ones who are always silently taking care of him and the others without ever asking for anything in return. Whatever they’re planning, Seungmin knows that his wants and needs are the highest priority, because that’s just how they are. Now if he only knew what his wants and needs even were, then he'd have an idea of how all this will go down.

Minho leaves the gym and Seungmin and Changbin walk the bin back to the storage closet that’s off a secluded hallway in the back. The lights flicker on with a hum, a warm glow indicating that this room hasn’t even been updated for fluorescent bulbs, a sharp contrast to the decadence of the rest of the upscale hotel. It's slightly damp and much cooler than the rest of the gym. Seungmin pushes the cart to an empty spot on the back wall. He hears the door click shut.

He freezes, palms instantly feeling sweaty. There's only the sound of the lights and Changbin's slow steps coming towards him. A warm hand curls around his hip and Changbin steps even closer, the bulk of his frame pressing into Seungmin's back, causing his front to bump into the bin.

"What— what are you doing, hyung?" Seungmin asks.

Changbin hums, lips touching the back of his ear. "I think it's time to give you what you want." Changbin's other hand grabs his hip as well, fingers squeezing almost too gently. "You want me, don't you?" Changbin never touches him gently. "Minho and I had a little chat, and he told me I should just go for it. 'Do whatever I want with you' were his words. It's why you're always trying to piss me off, right? Because you want me to touch you. Grab you."

He pauses for an answer, but Seungmin can't drag enough air into his lungs to respond. He can feel Changbin's dick starting to harden up, nudging him on the cleft between his thigh and ass since he's too short to line his cock up with Seungmin's ass. Fuck.

Changbin doesn't wait for him to respond, or maybe doesn't expect him to. "I always thought it was so funny how'd you go limp in my arms after I put you in a headlock. You were probably going back to your room later and touching your pretty cock to the thought of me squeezing your neck even harder. Holding you down." The hand on Seungmin's hip slowly drifts to the front of his basketball shorts, cupping his dick through the thin material. Seungmin's breath stutters.

"Do you call my name when you touch yourself?" Changbin pauses his hand this time, waiting for a response, so Seungmin nods. Of course. Of course. Changbin laughs, hot breath fanning over Seungmin's neck. "Do you think Felix ever hears you, calling for your Changbin-hyung? Does he know how desperate you are for it?"

Suddenly Seungmin is spun around, back pressing into the bin, and now he can see Changbin, can acknowledge that this is real and not another one of his wet dreams. Changbin shoves a leg between his thighs. Since Seungmin is a little taller, his cock presses against Changbin's hipbone. The pressure makes his head spin.

A hand travels to the nape of his neck, grasping as much short hair as he can, keeping Seungmin's head in place. He can't run, can't hide. All he can do is look down into Changbin's beautiful brown eyes, crinkled with a soft smile.

"Everyone knows how bad the puppy wants me." Seungmin moans, hips jutting forward at the pet name. Changbin just laughs again. "Everyone knows how much you love being called 'puppy', too. It's almost pathetic how obvious you are. You would look so cute with some ears, maybe a little butt plug to keep you full and ready for me whenever."

He can't stop his hips from churning into the jut of Changbin's hipbone. God, he is pathetic. Just a little talking and he's hard, leaking, and practically humping his hyung's leg. What if the others knew how desperate he looks right now. They probably do know. They're probably all gathered in a hotel room, laughing at him about how easy he is. How Changbin barely has to touch him and he crumbles, can't deny any of his words.

"Go on, baby. Hump my leg like a good puppy."

Seungmin gasps and does as told. As if he was ever going to do anything else. Nothing else exists in this moment. Just a dark room, strong arms, brown eyes, and his hard cock against the soft, slick fabric of athletic shorts.

Changbin, whose face is at the perfect height to be in line with Seungmin's neck, presses his lips to the soft skin below Seungmin's jaw.

"Oh, fuck," Seungmin says, head lolling back, first words out of his mouth since Changbin started touching him. No one has ever kissed him there before. Changbin kisses all over his neck, sucking lightly at intervals.

Seungmin is going to come, embarrassing quickly, dick still in shorts and all. He's so hard and Changbin's so firm and the slide feels too perfect and Changbin is pulling on his hair and kissing his neck and he's humping his leg so fast like he's a fucking dog in heat and ah—ahh—

Seungmin spills into his shorts. His hips keep going, riding the aftershocks out. He starts whining from sensitivity but can't stop fucking into Changbin's hip, like a dog that won't drop his bone.

"Shh, shh, that's ok, baby. You did a great job," Changbin says, releasing his grip on his hair to pet him instead, other hand doing soothing stroking motions along his back. "You came so nicely, such a sweet boy."

Seungmin slumps into him, boneless, weightless, head empty. He just came in his pants after only humping his hyung's leg for a few minutes. Jesus Christ. He lifts his head out of Changbin's shoulder to look at him, chest heaving and eyes watering.

"Oh, look at you," Changbin whispers as if he's in awe at the sight of Seungmin standing there in come-filled shorts. As if Seungmin isn't a pathetic virgin who comes too quickly from barely any stimulation. "Let's get you back upstairs to shower and eat." Changbin steps back and grabs his hand, tugging him to the door.

"Wait, hyung. What about your—"

"Don't worry about me, Seungminnie. You just gave me enough jerk off material for the next month at least."

Changbin opens the closet door and there stands Minho, slumped against the opposite wall, phone in hand. He looks up and pockets his phone, a soft (and possibly a little… proud?) smile on his face. "Good job, Changbinnie," he nods. "Seungminnie," another nod. "Just shy of five minutes. I'm impressed."

"I didn't even have to choke him!" Changbin says with an inordinate amount of glee, almost frantic. "He just loved humping my leg that much."

The location and circumstances dawn on Seungmin. "Be quiet," he hisses. "We're in public."

Changbin's thumb starts rubbing into the back of Seungmin's hand that he still hasn't dropped, consoling. Minho pats him on the shoulder, as if he just won the basketball game instead of coming in his shorts in a closet.

"Let's go get you washed up. Felix ordered dessert to your room," Minho says and Seungmin follows them out of the gym.

They get to Seungmin's room and Changbin follows him in, but Minho stops at the doorway.

"Are you coming, hyung? I'm sure there's pudding," Seungmin asks, head tilting to the side in confusion.

Minho rocks back on his heels, seeming to consider the offer. "I promised Jisungie we'd do a little roleplay tonight. I think he's jealous of missing out on the post-ball game action."

Seungmin scoffs, face feeling hot all over again. "What? You're going to tell him what just— what I—?"

Minho blinks at him for a moment. He immediately feels a bit dumb. Of course, Minho was going to tell Jisung about him getting off in a supply closet with Changbin. All of them probably knew about the plan before Minho sent the group text, were thinking about it while Seungmin dumbly ran after basketballs. 

"Ah, puppy no, I don't need to tell him anything." A hand lifts to cup Seungmin's cheek and goddammit— he can't help but nuzzle into his palm. "Changbin recorded it for us. The audio picked up your whimpers so beautifully." Minho gently smacks him on the cheek twice and turns on his heel to head down the hall.

He turns to Changbin, dumbfounded. He recorded Seungmin's embarrassing little humping session?

Changbin shrugs, possessing enough shame to look a bit bashful but all in all unrepentant.

"Minho likes to record things, you'll get used to it. Don't worry, it's all end-to-end encrypted and only he and Jisung listen to it. I think," Changbin says, as if cybersecurity was Seungmin's biggest concern.

Changbin tilts his head to the side, pondering. "I'm sure they'd let other members listen if we asked, I just haven't thought to ask. C'mon, Felix is waiting for us, and I know he wants a little cuddle before bed."

Seungmin just shakes his head, he can unpack all of that later. Changbin pats his butt and ushers him into his own room.

🐶

TORONTO

Seungmin knocks and the door to Changbin's suite opens, revealing Minho and the six others behind him.

Minho smiles softly. "You're late."

"Late for Mario Kart? Impossible." Seungmin kicks off his slides and goes into the room, greeting everyone. They respond in grunts, no one's eyes leaving the screen lest they fly off the road at Bowser's Castle. Jeongin, Felix, and Jisung sit on the king size bed in front of the flat screen TV with Chan and Hyunjin propped against the bed on the floor. Changbin is sprawled out on the other bed and Minho returns to his seat in the swivel desk chair at the base of it.

Seungmin sits down on the bed and Changbin immediately tosses his phone on the nightstand and reaches for him, pulling him close.

"Hyung! What are you hmmph—"

"Shut up, I know you want to cuddle with me," Changbin says with big cheesy grin on his face.

Seungmin lets his body go lose as Changbin manhandles him into position. What's the point of fighting when he's getting exactly what he wants without having to be a major brat about it, seconds after walking into the room?

Changbin maneuvers them to sit against the headboard, propped up by the plush hotel pillows. He drags Seungmin so they are back-to-front, Seungmin settling nicely between his spread legs, head on his firm chest. He wiggles a bit, partly to test the hold and partly to see if Changbin is serious about the cuddle situation or just trying to be obnoxious. Changbin's arms encircle his torso and give a threatening squeeze.

"Calm down, puppy. We're gonna have a nice night. Watch the guys play their little game and relax," Changbin whispers, his warm breath fanning across the shell of his ear; Seungmin shivers in response. Not the worst place to spend the evening, chilling in Changbin's arms with his head pillowed against his chest.

Seungmin had a decently full day for a day off. He woke up early enough to call his parents before they went to sleep in Korea, then met Jeongin for breakfast and a long walk around town, visiting every thrift shop Jeongin could find in a five-kilometer radius. Seungmin dutifully held all the shopping bags and tried on clothes as directed. The rest of his day consisted of baseball tossing and gym time with the beefy bodyguard, then dinner with Hyunjin at an art museum with an upscale restaurant attached followed by some journal time. All in all, a great day if your name happens to be Kim Seungmin. Now he gets to rest in his hyung's arms and maybe doze off a little to the chaotic cacophony of the other's chatter.

Or maybe not. Seungmin has a few minutes of blissful peace before he notices Changbin's hands starting to… move. Ever so slightly. His hands trail down Seungmin's arms then back up to his shoulders, ghosting over his chest before gliding down his torso and back up again. Up, down, arms, chest, stomach, over and over. It lulls him into an aroused trance-like state, if that's even a thing. Seungmin feels on edge with every finger press, every accidental nail scratch while at the same time zoning out. The boys' chattering at the TV conglomerates into a warm buzzing sound; his eyes start to droop.

Seungmin can feel his nipples tightening, firming up when Changbin's fingers brush them every few passes, the nubs visible through his thin cotton t-shirt. Seungmin can't suppress the gasp that slips out the next time Changbin's slightly calloused fingers pass over his chest. Changbin's hands still, gently cupping his pecs.

"Oh? What's that? Are you a bit sensitive?" Then he pinches. Not harsh, not mean, just enough to make Seungmin jolt, drooping eyes suddenly wide awake.

Seungmin lets out a breath and a singular 'fuck'. Minho's head jerks away from the race on the TV (Jisung is in twelfth place and whining about it) and their eyes lock. Changbin's index fingers start to insistently circle around his nipples, rubbing around and over the firm nubs, and Minho doesn't look away. A whine escapes from the back of Seungmin's throat.

"You're sensitive everywhere, aren't you, Seungminnie?" Changbin whispers.

Seungmin's legs kick out, slipping on the sheets, body fighting the onslaught on his chest but not actually making any moves to get away. His chest heaves and his face and ears feel hot and Changbin keeps pinching his nipples, rolling them between his strong fingers.

His hands trail down Seungmin's torso, slipping under his t-shirt and rucking it up to his armpits. Just when he thought his nipples were fully stimulated, the cold hotel room air hits them. Changbin's fingers return to their task and Seungmin moans, louder this time.

"Shh, baby. You're putting on such a nice show for Minho-hyung— if you're too loud the others might hear you."

Changbin's left hand trails down his body to cup his cock, already half-hard. He hums, content. "I love being able to touch you like this. I wish you just asked for it sooner, instead of being a brat for years just to get my attention."

"You fucking— ah— love it when I annoy you," Seungmin bites back.

Seungmin can feel the rumbles of Changbin's laughter against his head and back. "What I love even more is when you're a good puppy, like right now. Letting hyung touch you all over with everyone in the room. You'd let me do anything to you right now, huh?"

Seungmin bites his bottom lip, squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

"Would you let him fuck you?" Minho asks, eyes not having left Seungmin once.

He nods again. Minho smiles.

"Do you want just Changbin, or do you want someone else to join?" he continues.

God, so many stupid questions. He's being such a good boy, why are they making him choose? Little puppies shouldn't have to choose. Why does he have to fill out a questionnaire to get fucked? More importantly, why is no one fucking him already?

"I don't care, just someone, anyone," Seungmin says then gasps when Changbin presses down on his clothed cock.

Minho chuckles. "It's your first time doing any of this, you must have some preferences. I know you've been jerking off to the thought of us for years. Now tell me, whose fingers do you want?"

"Jeongin," he breathes, no hesitation. Jeongin's hands are so big and his fingers are so fucking long and he probably wouldn't even take off that cross ring to finger him.

At the sound of his name, Jeongin's head snaps over to their direction as if he were waiting for his cue.

Changbin chuckles. "Called it. You want the baby's fingers stretching you open?"

"Great choice," Minho says, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back in the chair with his legs spread wide. "Come, Innie-yah."

Jeongin sets the switch controller down mid-race— Princess Peach immediately flying off the track and into the abyss— and crosses the room quickly. The others still face forward, focused on the game. Minho must've given them prior instructions to not give Seungmin and the whole 'situation' attention until they get tapped in for their turn. There's no other explanation for them not looking over even once, especially since Seungmin isn't particularly holding back his moans.

Jeongin knees onto the bed, looking rather serious. Focused. He stares down at where Changbin's hand is slowly rubbing over Seungmin's now fully hard cock. Gone is the light-hearted and quippy demeanor from this morning's shopping trip. Seungmin wonders if this had already been a plan everyone else was clued in on, if Jeongin was thinking of a scenario like this as they were trying on light-wash denim.

"Innie-yah," Changbin says and Jeongin's head snaps to attention. "Are you going to take good care of our puppy?"

He nods once, sharp. Mouth slightly open, breathing heavy.

Jeongin takes the bottle of lube Minho hands him, spreads it out on his first two fingers carefully. He scoots between Seungmin's legs then stops, looking back and forth between his lube covered hand and Seungmin's pants.

"Can you take his pants off for me, hyung?" he asks Changbin, who laughs again. Why is this situation so humorous to him? It feels like every nerve ending is on fire for Seungmin. What's so funny about getting touched on in a room full of your boys when half of them are ignoring you anyways? At least Jeongin appears to be taking this situation seriously, not able to look away from Seungmin's still clothed crotch.

He wiggles against Changbin's hold. Fuck it, he'll take off his damn shorts himself, if he could just get to them. All his squirming does is make Changbin laugh more. Seungmin promises to annoy the fuck out of Changbin in retaliation, after he finally gets off and gets out of his hold. Not even the fun type of annoying that leads to an arm twist or a headlock: he's going to put Nair in the bastard's shampoo if he doesn't get Seungmin's pants down in the next three seconds and Seungmin really doesn't want it to come to that. He loves Changbin's hair.

"Relax, baby, relax," Changbin coos. He finally gives the nipple pinching a rest, fuck that area is going to be sore tomorrow, and keeps one arm around his torso to keep him in place, while the other shucks his shorts off, tossing them to the floor. "Fuck me, Seungminnie," Changbin breaths. "You came to my room in no underwear? You knew this was going to happen."

His hard cock slaps against his tummy, precum sticky at the tip. His back arches at the feeling, so exposed, so open. Changbin, Minho, and Jeongin are staring at his throbbing, flushed pink cock. Everyone else in the room is still fully clothed and then there's Seungmin: dick out and waiting— begging— for someone, anyone, to touch him.

He can't stand the staring. "Please," Seungmin whispers to Jeongin.

"Please, what?" Minho interjects.

Seungmin cuts his eyes to him. This is all his fault and now he has the audacity to interrupt— to slow this process down by even one nanosecond, to make him beg for what he's clearly asking for.

Jeongin hasn't moved closer, so maybe he's the one that needs some encouragement.

"Please touch me, Innie-yah. Please finger me, please."

"Holy shit." Changbin sounds awestruck. He must be as overwhelmed as Seungmin is beginning to feel, because he buries his face in Seungmin's neck for a moment, breathing deeply, before starting to kiss it tenderly. Jeongin still hasn't moved closer to where Seungmin needs him.

"Are you okay, Iyen-ah?" Minho asks, voice light and eyes sparkling. He places a firm hand on Jeongin's shoulder.

Jeongin turns his head to Minho, looking away from Seungmin for the first time since coming over.

"This is the best day of my life," he says to Minho, voice already ragged.

Minho smiles softly and, ah, Seungmin knows that look. He's at the receiving end of it often, they all are. When Minho's eyes crinkle at the edges and soften, when his nose scrunches a little and corners of his mouth quirk up. Seungmin never feels more loved than when Minho is looking at him like that. That look is why he trusts him with, well… anything. Everything. This.

Minho squeezes Jeongin's shoulder, kneading the muscle slightly. "I'm happy to hear it. Now you have the opportunity to make this the best day of our puppy's life, too."

Jeongin takes a deep breath and uses his other, non-lubed hand to steady himself on Seungmin's thigh, spreading him open. He strokes the soft skin there, still so reverent.

"I'm going to die," Seungmin croaks. "Please."

Seungmin jolts when the pads of Jeongin's fingers start circling his hole, despite the lube being well warmed. The sensation is simply too new not to jolt in response. Seungmin has never felt fingers, aside from his own, touching him there. And now they're Jeongin's. His best friend, his only dongsaeng, is now gently prodding at his hole and sliding in one long, perfect finger. An action he's dreamed about plenty of times over the years but never in his wildest dreams did he think he could experience.

Jeongin stares at where his finger is sliding in and out, giving Seungmin lots of time to adjust before introducing a second, then a third. Thank god Changbin is here to hold him down and distract him with some nipple-play, because the sensation of having three fingers in his hole has him gasping and squirming. If Changbin wasn't holding him so tightly with his huge fucking forearms and biceps, everyone would witness Seungmin fucking himself down onto Jeongin's fingers to speed up the process. If Seungmin's brain wasn't already horny soup he would tell Jeongin to hurry the fuck up: he may have never had a real dick up his ass before, but he's played with plenty of dildos and he is ready to update his hole's resume.

"He's ready," Minho decides for them. Seungmin takes back every mean and bratty thought he's ever had towards him. That's bestie, actually.

Jeongin removes his fingers and spreads a copious amount of lube over his dick, which is way bigger than even in Seungmin's dreams. He'd seen him flaccid many times over the years, of course. He just never expected him to be a monumental grower.

Jeongin taps the tip on Seungmin rim, takes one deep breath, and begins to push in.

Changbin and Seungmin hiss at the same time, the former in response to the sight of Jeongin's surprisingly huge girth pressing into Seungmin's tight virgin hole, the latter at the feeling. Or maybe Changbin's an empath and he can feel the slow but steady slide, the insane pressure at the foreign object that is now taking over every spare space in Seungmin's body and mind.

Jeongin bottoms out, arms shaking for a moment before collapsing on top of him, effectively crushing Seungmin between the toned, hot bodies of him and Changbin. Now it's officially the best day of Seungmin's life. No notes.

Changbin extracts his arms from around Seungmin to wrap around both boys, giving a tight squeeze before he starts stroking Jeongin's back. Minho steps closer and starts rubbing soothing circles across Jeongin's back, too.

"Does it feel good, Innie-yah?" Minho asks, voice light and airy.

Jeongin's face is mushed next to Seungmin's, nose to cheek, so out of the corner of his eye he can see Jeongin's cute face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clenched shut, mouth held in a tight line and breathing heavily from his nose, something almost bull-like about him. He nods, once.

"Almost too good?" Minho continues.

Jeongin nods again. Both Minho and Changbin laugh this time.

"Help him, Minho. The poor puppy is trembling, he wants to get fucked so bad," Changbin coos.

Minho's hand moves to the base of Jeongin's spine. Seungmin can feel the pressure he applies as Jeongin's hips push in just a bit further.

"C'mon, baby bread. Try to last at least two minutes. Make our puppy feel good. He's wanted this for so long."

Seungmin can feel Jeongin steeling himself for the task, body tensing and eyes opening slightly as he finds the strength to lift himself off Seungmin and give an experimental thrust. Changbin's arms release Jeongin and he bends to grab Seungmin's ankles, stretching his legs open and back so Jeongin has unimpeded space to move.

They can't even pretend to be quiet now. Every slow, careful thrust has Seungmin and Jeongin moaning, with Changbin moaning in solidarity at the show.

"Minho, can we join now, please," Chan says, still facing the TV. He already sounds wrecked, despite never looking over once.

"This is absolute torture," Hyunjin whines. "This is cruel and unusual punishment. Why does Changbin get to have all the fun? He got to hump Minnie in the gym and all we get is stupid fucking Mario Kart while listening—"

"Alright, alright!" Minho says. "Your complaining is distressing the puppy," (truthfully, Seungmin forgot anyone else existed the second Jeongin's cock started stretching him open, but it's a nice reminder that oh yeah literally everyone is here right now, and they can hear and see him getting fucked), "Get your asses over here."

"Oh fuck," Jisung says, voice much deeper than usual, as if he just rolled out of bed. He puts the switch controller down and walks over to the bed, eyes not leaving the space where Jeongin and Seungmin are connected. "You were right, hyung," he says to Minho. "Looks like he really needed this."

Chan, Hyunjin, Felix toss their controllers haphazardly, scrambling the few feet across the room. Felix's eyes are wide and a bit feral looking, wringing his hands together. "Oh please let me lick please let me lick, for the love of—"

"Get in there, Lixie." Minho gives the go-ahead, as if Felix needs permission to lap at Seungmin's hole while it's being stretched open by Jeongin's cock. Maybe he does.

Jeongin leans back a bit to make space for Felix while Changbin, still holding him by the ankles, stretches his legs open even wider. Felix's curtain of hair block Seungmin's view of what his roommate is doing, but he can feel the warm air of his breath below his balls, where he is… sniffing? Inhaling rather deeply? Then Seungmin feels the hot, wet pressure of a tongue, pressing at his perineum and down to his stretched hole.

He would arch his back if Changbin wasn't impeding all movement. All he can do is whine and allow the overwhelming sensation of Jeongin pushing into him and Felix kitten licking around his rim. Felix wraps slender fingers around the base of Seungmin's cock, squeezing gently.

"Not going to let him come? That's cruel of you, Lixie," Minho says. The level of fondness on his face could kill an akgae.

Felix pulls up for air, big dopey smile on his face. "Not yet. This is already too much fun," he says before diving back down.

"You're such a good helper, Binnie," Hyunjin says, stroking Changbin's hair, and then his attention finally homes in on Seungmin.

"You too, baby. Doing such a good job." Hyunjin leans down to kiss him and oh, this is the first time he's been kissed all night. There are cock and lips at his hole, but no one has kissed him yet, until Hyunjin. What a softie.

His lips are so plush and luscious and move against his so sweetly and oh, now Seungmin's crying. It is an overwhelming situation, all things considered. One of Hyunjin's big hands comes up to cup his face, pat his wet cheek.

"It's okay baby, you're okay," Hyunjin says, their lips still pressed together. Seungmin just nods, overwhelmed, tears trickling down his face. He can taste the salt. "We just wanna make sure our puppy is well taken care of. You're doing so well, and all the boys are having so much fun with you." Hyunjin kisses his lips again, then his cheeks, then forehead. "You're so sweet like this. Too cock dumb to be a brat. Love you so much." A kiss on his nose, then back to his mouth, the lazy kissing a nice juxtaposition to the increasingly frantic pace of Jeongin's thrusts.

Seungmin doesn't know how much longer he can last with Jeongin now slamming into his prostate on every thrust. Felix is slowly working his way up from taint to balls and is now leisurely licking his way of Seungmin's shaft, taking time to lick gingerly, repeatedly, at that sensitive bit below the head.

Felix finally sinks down on his cock, nose touching his pelvis on the first try. Seungmin is going to come, he going to—

"He usually gags when he goes down on me," Chan says, smug. Seungmin breaks away from kissing Hyunjin and looks over at Chan, who has his dick pulled out of his sweatpants, waistband pulled down to just under his balls. He's stroking it slowly, tip glistening. And yeah, he is big. "I guess you're a lot smaller," he continues.

The shock of Chan's dick so near his face is enough to pull Seungmin's thoughts away from his impending orgasm. Gives him enough brain space to notice that oh yeah, everyone has their dick out. At least Seungmin isn't the only one benefiting from this.

"You're almost as small as Jisungie," Minho adds.

Felix pulls off his cock with a gasp. "Don't listen to them, Minnie. Your dick is so nice, it fits in my mouth perfectly," he says before diving back down. Guy sure knows how to give a compliment.

Seungmin looks over to Jisung. He's rutting desperately into his fist, tip occasionally peeking out. By the state of him, he wouldn't be surprised if Jisung came before him.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I got you a present," Hyunjin says. He goes to rummage through a bag on the other bed, grabs something. " Ta-da!"

It's hard for Seungmin's eyes to focus on anything when Jeongin is abusing his prostate. It looks like Hyunjin is brandishing a…leather strap?

Hyunjin looks a bit hesitant after Seungmin's non-reaction, bringing the item closer. "I took a leather working class last month and made a leash and collar for you to wear. If you want to! No pressure at all, I just thought—"

Seungmin is panting at the thought. His tongue lolls out of his head. A collar for him? A leash for him? Because he's a good boy and hyung only makes collars for very special, very good boys?

"Put it on him, Hyunjinnie. He wants it so bad, fuck." Chan's voice has gone very high-pitched and he strokes his cock even faster. Maybe Jisung won't be the first to come, after all.

"Let's hold off on the collar for next time. We don't want to overwhelm the puppy too much tonight. This is his first time, after all." Minho has no right to sound this reasonable while he's stroking his own monster cock.

Hyunjin tosses the collar on the bed, shrugging. "Works for me," he says while getting his own dick out. He leans down to take one of Seungmin's puffy, sensitive nipples in his mouth.

"Can't wait to see you in the collar our Hyunjinnie made for you," Changbin says, letting go of one of Seungmin's ankles so he can place a hand on his throat. Not squeezing, just holding him there. "You're going to look so pretty," he adds, then sucks an earlobe between his teeth, almost gnawing at the skin.

"Are you c-close?" Jeongin asks, hips stuttering. "P-pup?"

Hearing Jeongin, his only dongsaeng, talking to him like he's just their pet, with Changbin's hand around his throat, is the final straw. The impossible heat pooling in his gut tightens then explodes. Felix pulls off, gagging from the suddenness of his release, and the rest streaks across his tummy up to his chest.

Air is caught in his lungs as his orgasm washes over him, eyes rolling back and head lolling on Changbin's chest. He can feel himself tightening around Jeongin's dick and for a brief moment Jeongin can't pull out but that's ok, he can stay inside him forever and—

Jeongin is coming inside him. Seungmin watches as his head falls to his chest, staring down at where they're connected, all of his energy spent. Jeongin rolls off and collapses next to Seungmin on the bed, chest heaving, and reaches for one of Seungmin's hand to intertwine their fingers. He smiles, eyes crinkling.

"Can I— can I please— just the tip I promise," is all the notice Seungmin gets before Chan is between his legs and pushing the tip in roughly. He groans from the stretch and sensitivity at his rim, Chan is a bit bigger than Jeongin, after all, but the aftershocks of his orgasm keep coming. If Chan wants to come in his hole, by all means let him have what he wants. Maybe Chan will be able to fuck him for longer, next time.

Chan is barely inside him a few seconds before he's coming too, adding to Jeongin's mess inside him.

Changbin ruts into his back, jostling him a little, which thankfully keeps him conscious enough to take in the full scene. Hyunjin, Han, and Felix are frantically stroking themselves over him, all coming in quick succession on his dick and stomach. Changbin groans and sinks his teeth into the side of Seungmin's neck before coming in his pants.

Hands pull at his hair, head jerking up and mouth falling open as Minho shoves his dick in, coming against his cheek. Seungmin swallows every drop and suckles at the head. Thank you, thank you thank you thank you, are the only thoughts running through his mind.

Minho pulls out and sits on the bed next to them, rough grip on his hair loosening to gently scratch instead.

No one talks for a bit, just breathing together and smiling dopeily at each other. Seven pairs of hands wander around, gently caressing and squeezing body parts at random. He's so relaxed and loose limbed that Changbin doesn't need to still be holding him down, but he appreciates the support either way.

He must've dozed off for a few minutes because the next thing he knows he's being deposited on the bench in the shower. All seven of them take turns under the spray, rinsing off sweat or come or both. Strong hands rub soap into his skin from where he's seated, too fucked out and tired to do it himself.

It's their mess, they should be the ones to clean it up, he thinks.

He's toweled off and carried back to a bed, laid down gently on fresh sheets. Chan's doing, most likely. He wishes they could all sleep together in one bed, but sadly even a king size bed is not enough for eight grown men, some of whom like to sprawl.

Changbin spoons him and when he cracks open his eyes he's met with Jeongin's beautiful face and damp, towel-dried hair, fox-eyes still crinkling from how hard he's smiling.

"Hi," Seungmin says.

"Hi." Jeongin presses their lips together, still smiling. "I love you."

"Ach, my babies are too cute, I can't stand it," Minho says as he slides in behind Jeongin, spooning him but reaching an arm across to rest a hand on Seungmin's waist.

"You have to give someone else a turn at holding Seungminnie, at some point," Jisung whines from the other bed.

"Fat chance," Changbin says, tightening his grip and nuzzling into his neck.

They lay there, breathing each other in.

Minho breaks the silence. "So, who's next?"