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Sangwon feels slightly drunk.
He didn’t even drink anything, no liquor, no alcohol, no type of drug — that wasn’t him at all anyway. But right now, all he could feel is how insanely stupid and hazy everything else feels like all over his skin. Like there’s something ringing in the back of his head and there’s an intoxicating taste drowning the back of his throat.
There definitely is.
And it’s Zhang Jiahao.
The ethereal, beautiful, and completely irresistible Jiahao. Sangwon’s respected Hao-hyung. The Hao-ge that everyone, since Boys 2 Planet, have been referring to as their ultimate sexual fantasy. The same Jiahao that crashed everyone’s bias list just by a mere second of screen time.
The very same Jiahao who was no doubt in love with Sangwon’s beloved Leo-hyung their group’s leader, sleeping with Junseo-hyung their oldest, and even definitely making out with Geonwoo, who was Sangwon’s ex one night stand a year ago turned now teammates of Alpha Drive One.
Sangwon wasn’t sure about what their relationship dynamics really looked like, but he did get quite the gist of it from Leo that they’re all consensual and that Leo doesn’t mind anything; him and Jiahao definitely are the ones in a relationship and Sangwon can tell that while the two love each other, they’re definitely open to a few adjustments.
It’s crazy.
Sangwon, while he’s not new to seeing people in relationships being so open to loving other people too, still feels drunk in the feeling of this — of Jiahao having Sangwon pressed against the wall, as Jiahao leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, of Jiahao’s hand around Sangwon’s cock, and nothing else feels sane.
Jiahao is ruining him.
Jiahao chose to ruin him.
And that’s exactly what makes Sangwon’s head spin.
He knows why Jiahao and Leo are dating, they’ve been all over each other since the survival show, and a round of being roommates for at least a month during Chains, with Jiahao leaving the room in the morning with hickies, and Leo constantly lingering nearby to grab the beautiful man’s waist almost everyday, it was no doubt that there was definitely something going on between them. And it’s obvious how much they like each other too. Sangwon understands, because Jiahao is pretty and flexible and sexy, all of what fits into Leo’s taste, and Leo himself is masculine, powerful, and strong.
Which leads to another story — Junseo is buff and handsome and nurturing, too. It’s no wonder at all that Jiahao is drawn to his power, even with the famous fact of Junseo having such a massive crush on Jiahao before that Leo used to fondly laugh at him every time it comes up among the trainees.
And for Geonwoo, as Sangwon has experienced first hand himself, the man is incredibly attractive and possessive. There’s a way that he looks at Jiahao that’s hot and consuming — and with how Jiahao openly adores Geonwoo and touches him, there’s no doubt about Jiahao definitely pulling him in and giving him a rightful space in his heart too.
So yes, Sangwon understands all of that — Jiahao has a taste for masculine, powerful men.
But right now, with their situation like this, hot in the bathroom and Sangwon coming undone, his mind is going into haywire because there’s no way that Jiahao is attracted to him.
Or, well, he probably is, or else this wouldn’t even be happening right now.
But him?
Sangwon?
Sangwon knows that he’s beautiful, attractive. He has a side that’s all magnetically dark when he performs too. But he’s also aware that he’s not as buff, powerful, or even masculine as either of Jiahao’s hot boyfriends.
Sangwon is gentle, soft around the edges, and he feels too much about everything for there to be nothing at all. He knows that he’s the type to be adored, cared for, protected.
But Jiahao is exactly as pretty and soft as he is too. Jiahao is irresistible, with an appeal that strikes many hearts wherever he goes. Jiahao is naturally confident, sexy and powerful, and while Jiahao is all electrifying and unforgettable, Jiahao likes to be called Leo’s wife, he relishes in that title. So there’s no doubt about the absolutely beautiful, bendable role that Jiahao absorbs into.
And now… here they are. And Sangwon is just so confused.
Is he actually attractive in Jiahao’s eyes?
What does Jiahao even like about him?
“You’re thinking too much, Sangwon-ah,” Jiahao murmurs against his neck, keeping his hot grip sliding along Sangwon’s cock. “Something on your mind?”
Sangwon throws his head back against the cold wall with a grunt as he feels himself twitch in Jiahao’s skillful fingers. The man’s definitely done this a thousand times. He’s so good, Sangwon’s about to lose his mind.
“N-No…” he rasps out, bringing Jiahao closer with an arm around the older’s tiny waist.
Jiahao lets out a soft hum, then teases the head of Sangwon’s cock with meticulous fingers.
Sangwon groans in turn.
“Geonwoo said you were cute,” Jiahao says in a tone that carries too much mirth and game, Sangwon doubts there’s nothing like innocence trapped in Jiahao’s head right now. “I’ll definitely tell him he’s right.”
Oh god. Sangwon pulls Jiahao by his waist even closer, drawing a soft sound from the other that he easily drowns into Sangwon’s neck.
The idea of Geonwoo telling Jiahao that Sangwon is cute in such a context could only mean that Jiahao knows about Sangwon’s past with one of his boyfriends. That Geonwoo probably told Jiahao about what happened to them a year ago — being friends for a day, then going to a club together, then everything happening in a tight bathroom, the magic hot and cold, and there was everything until there was nothing. And Sangwon hadn’t seen Geonwoo for an entire year since then, until Boys 2 Planet.
And Geonwoo… with how he left just like that and never reached out again, definitely meant that he didn’t want Sangwon. That Sangwon was just a one night relief and nothing more.
But if Geonwoo mentioned him to Jiahao, then there’s probably more to unpack there. More that Sangwon wants to uncover.
“Geonwoo… he thinks I’m cute?” Sangwon huskily manages, bringing his other hand to Jiahao’s hair and letting the older run his teeth along the bare skin on Sangwon’s neck.
Jiahao hums, soft and resonant.
“You’re cute all the time,” Jiahao says in a hot resounding chuckling. “But even cuter when you’re being ruined like this.”
If that doesn’t go straight to Sangwon’s already pulsating dick.
Jiahao speeds up his hand, slick all over, then whispers as his lips touch Sangwon’s earlobe. “Do you want to know what else he told me?”
Oh, Sangwon can not do this. It would feel like torture, like Jiahao has all the control, and it’s a scenario that’s already sending him reeling into the heat of Jiahao’s fingers around him.
“He said that you cry when it gets too much,” There’s a sultriness in Jiahao’s voice, low and teasing. “And that you beg beautifully.”
Fuck. Sangwon groans as he feels heat surge through his core. He bucks his hips into Jiahao’s hand, the slide obscene and powerful.
“Hyung,” he raspily grunts, groping Jiahao’s ass as he feels the older faintly moan into his neck. “M-more…”
“More, Sangwonnie?” Jiahao is just so pretty. He sounds so pretty, so melodic. Sangwon almost feels jealous of what his boyfriends probably get on with every night — Jiahao is so skillful and playful, knows how to press on the right edges and pull on the right strings. It’s almost infuriatingly sweet.
Jiahao is so irresistibly delicious.
“Please,” he whispers back, low and gone, hips bucking uncontrollably. “Tell me more, hyung.”
“Don’t you want me to just find out more, Sangwon?” A challenge. Jiahao is trying to get him over the edge, to make him feel through.
Nothing about this feels exploratory — Jiahao feels like he’s mapped Sangwon out a hundred times and he’s only taking action today.
Fuck, Sangwon is completely and utterly helpless. It’s not like his dick can say no to that at all. Not to how intoxicatingly good Jiahao can get with his games, not to the impossibly hot idea of Jiahao finding more about Sangwon and Sangwon just letting him guide him there.
Sangwon is so fucked. Helpless. And he’s crazy too, with how easy he’s letting this happen knowing he’s nothing as powerful as Jiahao’s insanely hot boyfriends.
That idea… that thought of Jiahao being a completely spoiled bottom with his three boyfriends, but now he’s all alone with Sangwon, and just so insanely in control, power surrounding him, making Sangwon bleed into submission right before him… it’s crazy. It’s the hottest thing Sangwon’s ever allowed himself to take.
“W-What do you want to do, hyung?” He bends his neck to trail desperate kisses to Jiahao’s jaw, loving the way Jiahao bares his neck to give him more access. “Please tell me.”
“I want to ride you,” Jiahao says with a hot gasp, shifting in place as Sangwon twitches in his hold once more. “Or do you want to fuck me, baby?”
Oh.
Oh. Hao-hyung is letting him choose. Letting him pick his flavor — but as much as that stirs Sangwon’s cock, he really really just wants to be beneath Jiahao’s mercy, to be guided, to be told what to do, and what he’s worth. Yes, Sangwon craves to be on the receiving end of power. Especially when it comes to the incredible Hao-ge.
Sangwon groans and kisses him in the corner of his mouth, a wild heat between them, and this is everything that Sangwon’s never felt before. He feels a suddenness rush over him, excitement and lust clashing all at once. “Ride me, hyung.”
It doesn’t take long before Jiahao has his mouth on Sangwon’s, moving his lips deeply like there’s no more room to breathe, and Sangwon spins them skillfully towards his bed — everything around is neat, just as Sangwon wants his space to be. And he can tell that Jiahao likes the scent of Sangwon’s room. After all, if his room isn’t the whirling invitation for sensuality and peace.
Jiahao makes a soft sound against his mouth, something akin to a little breathless chuckle, before he stands right before Sangwon, with Sangwon’s own knees hitting the edge of his bed.
“Lie down, baby,” Jiahao instructs, voice draping with a cool and sensual caress. His eyes are so perfectly dark, Sangwon can almost see his own future reflecting prettily in them. Jiahao’s gaze flickers down to Sangwon’s thin white shirt, letting his tongue swipe over his bottom lip before giving him a sweet, addictive smile. “Off, Sangwon.”
Sangwon, like a pet, with no further instruction needed, hotly takes off his shirt. Sangwon’s fingers tremble slightly as he sheds his too, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on his skin.
Then Jiahao, hair all messy, climbs on the bed and gives Sangwon a light, playful smile — only then did Sangwon realize that since they stepped in here, Jiahao’s been completely dressed and untouched.
Sangwon then watches, mesmerized, as Jiahao begins his slow, deliberate striptease. It’s not aggressive; instead, it’s pretty, almost delicate. Each movement is deliberate, sensual, and profoundly beautiful. Jiahao pulls his sweater over his head, revealing the sleek line of his torso. Then comes off his jeans, unzipped with a soft, audible hiss, being pushed down his long, elegant legs.
The sight alone is enough to make Sangwon’s mouth go dry.
If beauty is a person, it’s definitely Zhang Jiahao.
He leaves only a pair of delicate purple lace panties, a flash of color against his skin that Sangwon swears he has seen before lying around in Leo’s room.
Sangwon can feel himself growing harder, his body thrumming with a desperate need for Jiahao.
Then, Jiahao kneels, his movements fluid as he hovers over Sangwon’s legs. Sangwon instinctively raises an arm, his fingers tightening around Jiahao’s waist, the delicate lace of the panties brushing against his skin. “Wait, hyung,” he says, his voice laced with an unexpected urgency. His gaze snaps to the drawer beside the bed, a flicker of concern crossing his features.
Jiahao hums, a low, resonant sound, and his fingers, warm and knowing, enclose Sangwon’s throbbing erection. “What is it, baby?” he asks, his thumb slowly and lazily stroking the sensitive tip, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Sangwon.
“I… I don’t have lube,” Sangwon confesses, the words tumbling out almost apologetically. Jiahao’s eyes, however, sparkle with something that looks like amusement and a touch of awe, a softness that seems to contradict the intensity of their situation. “We can just…”
“It’s okay, Sangwonnie,” Jiahao’s low chuckle is breathless, his fingers continuing their slow, teasing exploration. “I prepped myself this morning.”
Sangwon blinks at the information, eyes glistening in fascination and lust as he looks up at his beautiful hyung. “You did?”
Jiahao gives him a small smile, abashed and sickeningly pretty. “Your Leo-hyung uses his mouth very well.”
That definitely does something to Sangwon.
It’s almost criminal — because Leo and Jiahao are obviously lovers, and if there’s anything that Sangwon doesn’t want his hyung’s pretty boyfriend to know, it’s that the very idea of Leo being in sexual settings still gives Sangwon’s stomach a few crazy flips.
He’s never ever messed around with Leo. What they have is too precious for just anything remotely sexual to disrupt their shared intimacy. But that doesn’t drown the fact that Sangwon used to have a fat ass crush on his Leo-hyung since Trainee A days, and Leo doesn’t know about the many hookups Sangwon has had when everything went down, just to make up for lost time. Geonwoo included.
So the sound of that — Leo with Jiahao, doing inexplicably romantic and sexual things, along with Geonwoo’s name and apparent history with Sangwon thrown into the mix, and now Jiahao hovering above him in his pretty panties and a hand around Sangwon’s dick, everything really feels like a wet fantasy that Sangwon can only read in books.
“You’re thinking too loudly again,” Jiahao whispers softly, the tug of his lips not falling. He leans closer to capture Sangwon into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He pulls away just a little, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. “Do you want me to just suck you off instead?”
The offer is beautiful. There’s nothing unattractive about Jiahao and whatever he says, but the invitation of Jiahao riding him feels just hotter, more like an actual dream come true. There’s no way Sangwon is going to pass that on and take everything for himself.
Jiahao, in his delicate lace, is just too beautiful to resist. He is so pretty.
“Ride me,” He says against Jiahao’s lips, eyes darkening. His fingers twitch at the curve of Jiahao’s hips. “You can ruin me, hyung. Take me.”
At that, Sangwon confidently drags Jiahao close for another kiss, drowning out every lingering sound of complexities swirling in his head. He can worry about everything else later. Now, all he wants is to have Jiahao sink into him and control the pace — for Jiahao to just take his time and ruin Sangwon completely.
When they finally break apart for air, Jiahao’s eyes shimmer with fond affection and the sharp glint of absolute power. He doesn’t hesitate again.
Jiahao shifts his weight, keeping Sangwon’s cock firmly trapped in his hand. He uses his other hand, slow and deliberate, to find his entrance.
Sangwon watches, a slave to the visual perfection, as Jiahao stretches himself open with one finger first, slick and glistening from his earlier preparation.
A low, guttural noise tears itself from Sangwon’s chest. The sight of Jiahao’s own hand, tenderly preparing his body for Sangwon, to take Sangwon and to do this with him sends Sangwon’s mind into haywire once more.
Jiahao adds a second finger, tilting his hips slightly, working the slick, internal muscles, ensuring his body would accept the aggressive intrusion. He looks focused, Sangwon notes in fascination, as Jiahao bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing in concentration and pleasure as he works himself open.
Sangwon’s cock pulses in time to the slow, relentless rhythm.
How can anyone look so beautiful? Sangwon clearly has not had enough of his pretty hyung yet.
Then, Jiahao removes his fingers and lines himself up.
There’s a low, guttural moan that vibrates deep in Sangwon’s chest, as Jiahao begins to lower himself.
It’s slow, agonizingly so, a deliberate torture that heightens every nerve ending in Sangwon’s body. He watches, transfixed, as Jiahao’s hips dip, the thin lace of his panties bunching slightly, then smoothing as Jiahao’s slick heat descends. Sangwon’s back arches, a gasp tearing from his throat as the first brush of Jiahao’s wet, tight opening meets the tip of his cock.
“Ah,” Jiahao breathes, a sound of pure pleasure, as he takes another slow inch. He leans forward, his messy hair falling around his beautiful face, eyes half-lidded as he fixes his gaze on Sangwon’s. “So big, Sangwonnie.”
Sangwon groans, his hands coming up to grip Jiahao’s waist, the lace a delicate friction against his palms. He pushes up, just a fraction, a silent plea for more, for all of it.
Jiahao responds, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he guides himself down further, a masterful control in every movement. The sensation is overwhelming: tight, slick, impossibly hot.
He feels the lace disappear between them, swallowed by the intimate friction as Jiahao finally, completely, sinks onto his length.
A wild, breathless moan escapes Sangwon’s lips, his head falling back against the pillow. Jiahao is impossibly tight, a delicious vice that clamps around him, making his vision swim. He can feel the press of Jiahao’s smooth thighs against his, the gentle bounce as Jiahao settles, exhaling a long, drawn-out sigh of pure contentment.
“H-hyung…” Sangwon manages, his voice thick with unadulterated pleasure and a rising desperation. He pulls Jiahao closer still, his fingers digging into Jiahao’s soft skin just above the purple lace. “You’re so good.”
Jiahao hums, leaning down to pepper Sangwon’s neck with soft, seeking kisses. His body begins to move, a slow, tentative grind that sends tremors through Sangwon’s core. The sensation of Jiahao’s tight sheath milking him, combined with the lingering thought of Leo’s mouth having prepped Jiahao just a few hours before, is an intoxicating cocktail that threatens to push Sangwon over the edge immediately.
“Don’t you dare,” Jiahao whispers against his ear, his voice husky with desire, as if reading Sangwon’s mind. He pulls back just enough to look into Sangwon’s clouded eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet, baby. We’re just getting started.”
And then Jiahao begins to move, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, riding Sangwon with an almost primal grace. His eyes are half-closed, his head back, a picture of pure, uninhibited pleasure. Pretty, absolutely stunning.
Sangwon’s hands slide from Jiahao’s waist up his back, pulling him even tighter, wanting to fuse their bodies together, to erase the very air between them. Each thrust, each grind, is a fresh wave of sensation, building rapidly and relentlessly.
The room is silent except for the sounds of their wet skin, their heavy breathing, and the occasional soft moan that escapes Jiahao’s lips.
Sangwon watches him, mesmerized by the rise and fall of Jiahao’s chest, the delicate arch of his back, the way his hair bounces around his face. Jiahao is a vision, a dream made flesh, and Sangwon feels a profound gratitude, mixed with a confusing tangle of other emotions he can’t quite name. He’s always admired Jiahao, has always been praising him for his talent and his waist, and he wants Jiahao exactly in this position with him, in control, ruining Sangwon, but also riding the high with familiar gorgeous grace that makes Sangwon just want to feel everything with him.
Jiahao is addicting, that’s the word.
As Jiahao picks up the pace, a frantic need builds up between them, Sangwon feels a sudden jolt, a flash of doubt cutting through the haze of lust. His grip on Jiahao tightens instinctively.
“Hyung…” Sangwon breathes, his voice tight, hoarse. He tries to meet Jiahao’s eyes, but Jiahao’s head is thrown back, lost in the rhythm. “Hyung, slow down for a second, please.”
Jiahao pauses, his hips still pressed against Sangwon’s, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he registers the urgency in Sangwon’s tone. He slowly lowers his gaze, his eyes still shimmering with unreleased pleasure but now tinged with a question. “What is it, Sangwonnie?”
Sangwon knows it’s quite too late to bring this up now, given that they’ve been making out and he’s had Jiahao’s hand around his cock for quite a while in the lost moments before this, but he doesn’t want to appear assuming either.
Jiahao might be in a polyamorous relationship with the other ALD1 hyungs, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for Sangwon to directly think that this is all an easy plan.
Or, yeah. It’s too late now, he knows. But he gives it a try. He swallows deeply, the words tasting like ash in his mouth even as he knows he needs to say them.
“Leo-hyung,” Sangwon starts, his voice barely a whisper, eyes darting from Jiahao’s mesmerized face to the closed bedroom door, as if expecting someone to burst in. “And… Geonwoo. And Junseo-hyung, too. Are they… are they going to be mad?”
Jiahao blinks, a slow, languid movement of his eyelids. Then, a soft, almost imperceptible smile curves his lips, an amusement that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, which remain dark and knowing. “Too late to be asking that, don’t you think, Sangwon-ah?”
Sangwon lets out a muffled groan and caresses Jiahao’s back gently. “Hyung, please, just answer me.”
Jiahao’s smile doesn’t fall, he leans forward, bracing his hands on Sangwon’s chest, the slight weight of his body pressing Sangwon deeper into the mattress.
“Mad?” Jiahao echoes, his voice a low, throaty purr that sends shivers down Sangwon’s spine. He dips his head, pressing his forehead against Sangwon’s, their breaths mingling, hot and sweet. “Why would they be mad, baby?”
Sangwon’s heart hammers against his ribs.
“Because… because we’re doing this. You and me. Here. Alone.”
He gestures vaguely around the room, the illicit thrill of it all intensifying with the very question.
“I don’t want to be in trouble with hyung’s…” He trails off, unable to voice the word lovers when he’s currently inside Jiahao. “With them.”
Jiahao laughs, a soft, breathless sound that vibrates against Sangwon’s forehead. It’s not mocking, but utterly confident, almost playful.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet Sangwon’s anxious gaze, a wicked glint in his beautiful eyes.
“Oh, Sangwonnie,” Jiahao whispers, his thumb tracing the sharp line of Sangwon’s jaw. His hips shift, just a fraction, a tantalizing reminder of their intimate connection, and Sangwon gasps, his body already tightening in response. “You think this is a secret?”
Sangwon’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second. “Wha… what?” His mind races, trying to compute this new information, to reconcile it with the shame and thrill that had been warring within him.
You think this is a secret?
That can only mean…
Jiahao shakes his head, a slow, deliberate movement. His smile widens, a mischievous, almost predatory curve of his lips. “Nothing is a secret in our house, baby. Not really.” He leans in again, his lips brushing Sangwon’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur. “Especially not something this delicious.”
A fresh wave of heat washes over Sangwon, but it’s different this time. It’s no longer just lust, but a dizzying mix of relief, confusion, and an almost unbearable curiosity. “So… Leo-hyung knows?”
Jiahao pulls back just enough to watch Sangwon’s reaction, his eyes sparkling. “Leo-hyung knows everything, Sangwonnie. He always does. You really think I’d be here, riding you like this, in the panties he bought me, if he didn’t?” He winks, a flash of pure devilment. “He helped me get ready, remember? He loves to share.”
The words hit Sangwon like a physical blow, stealing his breath. It’s obvious that Leo doesn’t mind sharing, given the incredible relationship they have with both Junseo and Geonwoo. But the fact that Leo knows that this is happening, here in Sangwon’s room…
The idea is mind-boggling, a dangerous, thrilling fantasy that seems to be unfolding right before his eyes. He’s fucking his hyung’s boyfriend, and his hyung is okay with it?
Sangwon feels like his mind has turned into a room of clouds.
“He… he’s okay with this?” Sangwon asks, his voice barely audible, his eyes shining with a potent mixture of awe and disbelief. He can feel the throb deep inside Jiahao, a constant, urgent pulse.
“Okay? He encouraged it, baby,” Jiahao purrs, his voice laced with a dark delight. He starts to move again, a slow, sensual grind that pushes Sangwon further into the mattress, making him whimper. “He said you’ve been looking at me a certain way for weeks. He said it was time you got what you wanted.”
His hips begin a slow, circular motion, stretching Sangwon deliciously. Sangwon is losing his mind.
“And he knows,” Jiahao adds, his voice dropping to a whisper, “about your little crush on him, too. Always has.”
Sangwon’s face flushes crimson, a wave of mortification and exhilaration washing over him. The confession, the secret he thought he had buried so deep, laid bare, not by his own hand but by Jiahao’s casual, sensual revelation. But strangely, the embarrassment is quickly overshadowed by a potent rush of desire. If Leo knew, if he encouraged this…
“And Geonwoo?” Sangwon asks, needing to complete the picture, needing to understand the full scope of this intricate web. His hands are still gripping Jiahao’s hips, but now they’re kneading the soft flesh, urging him to deepen the rhythm.
Jiahao hums, tilting his head. “Geonwoo? Oh, sweet Sangwonnie,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement, “Geonwoo knows everything about everyone. Especially about you. He doesn’t get mad, not about things like this.”
Sangwon’s breath hitches.
Jiahao's eyes darken playfully. “He just gets… a little competitive. Or maybe,” he bites his lip, a teasing glint in his eye, “he just wants to know if you’re as expressive now as you were back then.”
Sangwon gasps, the mention of Geonwoo’s knowing smirk, their past encounter in that dimlit bathroom, all swirling together with the intoxicating present.
The idea of Geonwoo being competitive about Jiahao with him, in this context, sends a shockwave of heat through his body.
This isn't just about him and Jiahao; it’s about all of them. A thrilling, dangerous dance.
“What about Junseo-hyung?” Sangwon presses, needing to know.
Junseo, the quiet, observant one, the glue that often held their chaotic lives together. Sangwon’s never directly been in certain situations with the oldest member that suggests anything deeper than domestic affection after all.
He’s only ever spent time with Junseo in warmly normal settings, and it’s probably Junseo who Sangwon used to talk to, all about his crushes and a few mental zigzags here and there. And Sangwon respects Junseo, knows that Junseo cares for Jiahao and both Leo and Geonwoo in deep measure, so Sangwon feels a bit nervous about how he would react to Sangwon acting on his boyfriend.
Oh god, if Sangwon could have just gotten permission or something.
Jiahao laughs, a bright, melodic sound that is utterly at odds with the dark, sensual scene. He leans down, his lips brushing Sangwon’s, a feather-light touch.
“Junseo-hyung? Junseo-hyung just wants all of us to be happy. And well-fed. And definitely satisfied.” He bites Sangwon’s lower lip playfully. “He’s probably making us a late-night snack right now, just in case we get hungry from all this… exertion.”
The sheer audacity, the relaxed openness with which Jiahao speaks about their shared intimacy, is both shocking and incredibly arousing.
Sangwon feels a tension he didn’t even realize he was carrying melt away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of freedom, a wild, untamed joy. There seems to be no secrets, no guilt, only this potent connection, sanctioned and perhaps even orchestrated by the people he loves most.
“So… no one’s going to be mad?” Sangwon confirms, his voice still breathless, but now with a different kind of anticipation.
Jiahao shakes his head, a slow, sensual sway that makes Sangwon groan. He leans in close, his lips hovering inches from Sangwon’s. “No one. In fact,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire, “they might even be… curious. Wondering how good you are.” He grinds down, deep and slow, making Sangwon cry out. “Wondering if I can make you scream tonight, Sangwonnie. Loud enough for them to hear.”
Sangwon’s eyes snap open, wide and dark with sudden, fierce determination. The idea, the glorious, terrifying idea of being this loud, this uninhibited, for all of them to hear, sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated primal desire through him. It’s a challenge, an invitation, and a promise.
“Make me,” Sangwon rasps, his hands sliding from Jiahao’s hips to cup his gorgeous face, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss. “Make me scream, hyung. Make me yours.”
Jiahao grins against his lips, a triumphant, knowing smile. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with Sangwon’s, tasting of heat and urgency. His hips begin to move with more purpose, a faster, more insistent rhythm that makes Sangwon’s world narrow to just this moment, this sensation, this incredible, beautiful hyung riding him.
Jiahao rises and falls, a vision of graceful lust, his eyes fixed on Sangwon’s, challenging him, inviting him deeper into this complex, thrilling dynamic.
The dark mood of the room, Sangwon feels, is no longer about forbidden desire, but about a level of unchained passion, about secrets revealed and desires embraced.
“That’s it, baby,” Jiahao pants, his voice raw with pleasure, as Sangwon’s hips start to buck up to meet him, a desperate, animalistic need taking over. “Show me. Show me how good you can make me feel.”
And as Sangwon feels the exquisite tension coil tighter and tighter in his core, the sounds he makes are louder, more uninhibited, echoing in the room, a testament to the wild, beautiful chaos that is now his life.
He grips Jiahao’s hips tightly, anchoring him, drawing him down until Jiahao’s stomach is pressed flat against his own.
“Oh, fuck,” Sangwon grinds out, the words squeezing past the sheer pressure in his skull. “Hyung, you’re…”
Jiahao cries out again, a short, sharp peal of pain and pleasure. He leans forward, burying his face in the hollow of Sangwon’s shoulder, his hair tickling the damp skin of Sangwon’s neck.
His pace, agonizingly fast and sunken, daringly plays with the depth and friction.
He’s trembling, his muscles tight with effort and sensation.
Sangwon can only watch, trapped beneath him, the beautiful spectacle of Jiahao sinking above him, riding him, taking him in his own glorious way.
Jiahao is so pretty. Just super pretty. Sangwon will never stop saying it; a beauty he’s never seen before.
A beauty that offers Sangwon to be a part of a realm he’s never considered entering before.
“Sangwonnie,” Jiahao brokenly moans into the curve of his neck, tasting the sweat beaming from Sangwon’s face. He feels so light, so easy to hold. Then he lets out a small, gut-clenching sound, breathless and playful. “Maybe we can let them watch next time, baby.”
Sangwon, provoked, feels his cock involuntarily twitch inside Jiahao, drawing a guttural moan from the older.
Make them watch, his mind echoes. It’s a very interesting suggestion, a hot pulse of directness that seems to give him a sense of direction about where he can go with this.
It’s haunting, intoxicating.
To do this — to have sex with Jiahao, while Jiahao’s boyfriends all watch…
Sangwon feels his core flooding with intensity, the heat now an undeniable surge of emotion and desire.
Fuck.
There really will be a next time.