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Lee Felix was not having a very good day.
Well, maybe that wasn't exactly true. The problem was actually that he was enjoying himself way too much and that was making it very difficult to focus on what he was supposed to be doing: practicing choreography.
It was one of those days where the whole group was together the whole day, preparing for an upcoming performance for hours on end until they could get all the moves just right and perfectly in sync with one another.
It was a schedule they had done hundreds of times since becoming idols and usually Felix really enjoyed their dance practices, but today he just could not get his mind to focus.
And there was a simple reason for this: for some reason all his boyfriends had decided to show up in tank tops today. Even Seungmin–Seungmin, who usually wouldn't show any skin at all had gotten so hot midway through practice that he'd shucked off the light flannel he'd been wearing to reveal a tank top underneath.
And to make things worse, it was definitely no secret that all his boyfriends had been bulking up lately. So while the bunch of them in tank tops might not have been a huge distraction in the past (still a distraction, of course, but a more manageable one) now it was all he could think about.
The amount of muscles being shoved in his face made it so that the last thing on his mind right now was dancing. And maybe he should be a little ashamed, a bit embarrassed, about how much he liked looking at his boyfriend's muscles. But hey, each one of them had something that always managed to get them going (for Hyunjin it was a deep morning voice, for Chan it was speaking to him informally, etc) and for Felix that just so happened to be muscles.
He couldn't even explain it properly, but every time someone's muscles were on display he just…couldn't tear his eyes away. They were hypnotic, and all he could think about was grabbing them, squeezing them, touching them, even biting them. The possibilities were endless and it was all his mind could think about.
"Lix-ah," Minho said at one point during a break, speaking quietly so only the two of them could hear. "Are you doing okay? You don't seem very…concentrated today."
"I didn't sleep well," Felix told him, though he was honestly impressed he got the words out cause Minho was right in front of him and oh my God his muscles were right there and Felix was trying his hardest not to drool. Would Minho think he has rabies and try to take him to the hospital??
Minho looked skeptical but Felix couldn't bring himself to care. When did Minho's chest get so big? This really wasn't fair, because genuinely how was he supposed to live and breathe properly with these in front of him.
"Make sure you sleep well tonight," Minho said eventually, before calling the rest of them back over to resume practice.
But Felix still wasn't thinking about dancing. No, he was planning. Because no way could his boyfriends show off their muscles like this (unintentional or not) and expect him not to do anything about it.
He was going to make the tour, he decided. He wanted a taste and a nice feel of all those muscles and he was gonna get it. He just had to figure out how to corner each one and rile them up enough so that they used those nice muscles on him.
He found that he was able to concentrate a little better after that. After concluding that he'd be making the rounds and experiencing all the muscles in the group, his mind allowed him to focus on dancing until the end of practice, satisfied with the promise of muscles in his near future.
His first targets, unsurprisingly, were Chan and Changbin: his two boyfriends with arguably the biggest muscles. And it wasn't very hard to put his plan in action, not with those two. All he had to do was ask to accompany them to the gym one morning before work.
"You wanna come to the gym with us?" Changbin asked skeptically. "Why?"
It was a fair question, Felix thought. He wasn't known to love working out and had never really shown an interest in the gym. All of his muscles came from dance, mostly.
"Why not?" He asked innocently. "You're always talking about how great the gym is, so I thought I could come see for myself."
Part of him felt a little guilty about the way Changbin's face lit up, but oh well. Maybe in the future he could accompany him to the gym with the actual goal of working out.
"Of course, baby," Changbin said. "We'd love to have you come with us. Does Tomorrow morning work?"
Felix said it did and so the next morning he was getting up much earlier than usual to get ready. He needed an outfit that would ensure he wouldn't actually have to do a lot of working out before Chan and Changbin snapped and fucked him, and he had just the thing.
He dug through the bottom drawer of his dresser until he found the skirt he'd been looking for. It was a tennis skirt and he didn't even remember where it had come from. Maybe he'd bought it with Hyunjin? But regardless, he didn't think either Chan or Changbin had ever seen him in it and he knew it would have them immediately hard in their pants. Just what he wanted.
He paired it with a cute cropped tank top with a little rose detail on the collar, and he even put a little makeup on—a dusting of color across his eyelids and cheeks.
He also (a little embarrassingly) took the time to stretch himself out, just so he would be extra prepared for them. He topped it off by slipping in one of his plugs (pink and on the smaller side) before stepping into his skirt.
Perfect, he thought. No way his boyfriends would be able to resist him.
Chan texted a couple minutes later asking him if he was ready to go, and that the two of them were waiting for him at the door.
It didn't take him long for him to get down there, and he had to fight really hard not to giggle at the looks on his boyfriend's faces when he appeared down the stairs.
"Um—" Chan's voice came out strangled and he cleared his throat before trying again. "Felix—what are you wearing?"
"Oh, this?" Felix said, turning around in a circle so that the skirt twirled. "Just something I found in my closet, hyung. I thought it would work well for the gym. I don't want to get too hot, you know?"
"Yeah," Changbin said, but Felix noticed how tense he was, liking he was already holding himself back. He smirked internally.
"Ok, well," Chan started, but he too was clearly holding back. "Shall we get going?"
He felt their eyes on him the entire drive to the company gym and he loved it. They were both wearing shirts and light jackets because it was a little cold out this morning (Felix couldn't wear a jacket because it would ruin his look, obviously) but he knew they usually worked out shirtless and he was nearly drooling at the thought. Why hadn't he joined their workouts earlier? Maybe he could start coming as a spectator. Or maybe their water boy?
Chan and Changbin threw their gym bags down in the corner once they arrived and to Felix's delight they both stripped off their jackets and shirts.
Now, it's not like he'd never seen them shirtless—he'd seen plenty of that—but it felt a little different this time. Maybe because he was feeling extra aware of their bulging muscles or maybe it was because he knew they were both about to get hot and sweaty.
"Warm up first," Changbin told him. "Just like for dance practice, we don't want to pull any muscles."
Felix wanted to complain a little because he wanted to speed this up and get to the main event (the event that Chan and Changbin didn't even know about yet) but he couldn't seem too desperate. No, he had to work his boyfriends up enough so that they initiated the sex and Felix could complain later about how horny they were.
He could use warming up to his advantage, though, as he quickly discovered.
His skirt was short enough that bending over showed off the soft skin of his thighs and so he made sure to face away from his boyfriends as he stretched down to his toes, swaying his hips just slightly. He couldn't see them, but he could practically feel the eyes on him and he allowed himself a small grin. This would be so easy.
"What next, hyungs?" He asked when they were done warming up. It didn't escape his attention that both of them looked flushed even though they hadn't started their workout yet. He also noticed that Chan was standing a little awkwardly. If any of his boyfriends were gonna be affected by him wearing a skirt, it was Chan, and he could see that his fellow Aussie was already struggling.
Changbin cleared his throat. "Um, me and Chan hyung are gonna do some weightlifting?" He phrased it like a question. "You could come watch us, and then maybe you could try?"
"Sure, hyung," Felix said easily. He would never say no to watching them lift some weights, especially since he knew they'd be lifting much more than he weighed.
He followed the two of them over to the bench press and as Chan set it up he found himself feeling thankful that they were the only ones in the company gym. He knew other people saw their bodies regularly but he was enjoying having the sight to himself right now. It felt like they were putting on a show for him.
He bit his lip and Chan laid down on the bench, and he stared unashamedly at the way his muscles flexed as he reached for the bar. He thought that Changbin noticed the big gulp he took but he couldn't be sure.
"We'll take turns," Changbin told him. "So that one of us can be the spotter. It's safer, like that."
"Yeah, sure, hyung," as if Felix was paying attention to him when Chan was lifting right in front of him. The flex of his biceps was insane and his abs were clenching as well with each lift. Felix felt his eyes going a little dry because he was scared to blink too hard and miss something. He needed to break these two down quickly before he did something really embarrassing.
He struggled through Chan doing a couple sets, trying desperately to hide the growing blush on his face, and he was relieved when Chan sat up, offering Changbin the chance to go.
Chan would be an easier target to break, Felix knew, and now was his chance.
He hiked his skirt a little higher so his thighs were more visible and waited for Chan to finish helping Changbin set up before he made his first move.
"Channie hyung, do you think I've gotten more flexible lately?"
"Wha—what?" Chan took his eyes off Changbin to glance at him. "I don't know. Maybe?"
"I think I have," Felix mused. "Me and Jinnie have been working on our flexibility recently. I can reach down really far when I bend over now!"
And of course he needed to demonstrate. He turned his back on Chan so his boyfriend could get a nice peek at his ass hanging out of his skirt as he bent all the way over, wrapping his hands around his ankles to show Chan just how much his flexibility had improved.
He heard Chan make a strangled noise and when he stood up and turned around again the man had his hands balled up into very tight fists at his sides, his face significantly more red than it had been before.
"What do you think?"
"Of what?" Chan said dumbly.
"Have I gotten more flexible?"
"Oh—yeah, definitely, baby." His voice was noticeably strained and Felix smirked to himself. Almost there, he thought.
"Oh, good. I think it'll make my dancing a lot better, you know? I'll be able to bend myself into lots of different positions now which maybe we could incorporate into future choreos somehow."
"Yeah," Chan nodded, his face looking like it was on fire, his hands still balled up so tightly that his knuckles were white. "Yeah—new positions, choreos…mhm."
"Ooh! Maybe I could do like a high kick? Do you think I could get my legs up to my ears? Or maybe—"
"Okay—that's it."
Felix yelped as he felt Chan's hands wrap around his waist and then he was being pulled up and pushed in the direction of the bathroom.
"Come on," Chan said. "Changbin! Get over here."
Felix glanced over his shoulder as he struggled not to trip from how forcefully Chan was pushing him across the room. "Where are we going, hyung?" He asked innocently.
"Bathroom break," Chan said through gritted teeth. In the background he could see Changbin jogging after them.
Chan opened the door to the bathrooms for both of them and then he was pulling Felix inside and over to the shower stalls.
"Off," he said roughly, tugging on Felix's skirt.
Felix yelped at the treatment but made no move to stop him as his boyfriend yanked both his skirt and underwear down in one move and tossed them to the side before gripping his tank top and pulling that off too.
"What's gotten into you?" Felix giggled as Chan urged him into the shower stall, shucking his own pants and underwear off as he went. "This is unexpected."
"No, it's not," Changbin said, following them into the shower and also naked. "You know it's not, stop playing dumb."
Felix shrugged, but he wasn't able to do much more because Chan was pushing him up against the wall and tilting his head to get access to his neck. Felix gasped as he started kissing and nipping at it. Clearly he had succeeded in getting Chan all worked up.
"You never wanted to work out," Changbin said knowingly, coming up on the other side of him so he was caged between the two men. "We should have known. You just wanted a good look at our muscles."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Felix gasped, letting his eyes flutter closed as Chan moved down his neck to kiss around his collarbone. His hands were cupping Felix's ass and he knew that soon his butt plug would be discovered, giving him away. Not that they hadn't figured him out already.
Changbin placed his hand on the wall above his head and Felix delighted at the way his bicep was now right in front of his face.
"This what you wanted?" Changbin said. "A little private performance, just for you?"
Felix nodded breathlessly and he whimpered as Chan spread his cheeks with one hand and slipped two fingers between them only to be met with the solid base of his plug.
"Oh? What's that you were saying about this being unexpected? Am I supposed to believe you leave the house every dag all plugged up, just in case?"
"Of course," Felix retorted. "I have seven horny boyfriends, I need to be ready for whenever they pounce on me."
Chan huffed and crowded him further against the shower wall, giving the plug a little tug and causing Felix's eyes to flutter.
"Hyung," he whined. "Just fuck me like I know you want to."
Changbin scoffed. "You have no shame, Lee Felix. No shame at all. Me and Chan hyung were trying to get a workout in, you know?"
"Doesn't this count as working out?" Felix asked, batting his eyes. "I'm sure you can think of something, hyung."
Changbin rolled his eyes and he opened his mouth to retort but Felix's yelp cut him off as Chan gripped his thighs tight and hoisted him into the air, his back still pressed against the shower wall.
"He's right," their leader grunted. "This can count as my workout."
Felix felt a little dizzy at the clear display of strength, even though this was what he'd been searching for. He stared at the bulge of Chan's muscles as he held him up, though Chan was acting like he barely weighed anything. To be fair, though, Felix knew his boyfriend could lift much more than his body weight.
Chan was putting his flexibility to the test too with how his legs were being held up but maybe that was his own fault for bragging about it.
"Changbin." He urged his other boyfriend even close and Changbin crowded into his space, one arm still pressed against the wall next to him.
"'M here," he said, bringing his other hand down to help Chan position himself since the man couldn't really do it himself while he was keeping Felix up. "You want your Channie hyung to fuck you while I watch?"
"Don't just wa—ah," Felix cut himself off with a gasp as Chan managed to push in with Changbin's help. He pressed in slowly so that Felix could feel every inch of him.
"Don't just watch," he started again. "Touch me, too."
Changbin hummed and Felix gasped again as Chan rocked his hips forward to fully press inside. "Why don't you touch me, instead? I'm feelin' a little lonely, Lix."
Changbin grabbed one of his hands and guided it down between his legs to where he was hard and leaking. His short, fat dick fit nicely into Felix's hand as he wrapped his fingers around him. Changbin groaned as he gave a little squeeze.
"Yeah, like that," he said as Felix started to work him over. It wasn't his best handjob, he had to admit. But he was also significantly distracted by the way Chan had picked up a steady rhythm, bucking his hips up into him hard enough that the noise was echoing around the bathroom. Neither of their boyfriends seemed worried about someone walking in on them, though, so he assumed that Changbin must have locked the door behind him. He hoped so, at least, because he really didn't want to traumatize anyone.
It was hard to focus on that when he was feeling so good, though. Chan was being a little rough with him, pressing his back into the wall so that he was pushed up it with each thrust and he was hitting each spot perfectly like he knew every inch of Felix's body. He probably did. Felix couldn't help the litany of groans and whimpers that Chan pulled out of him, aware that he was technically in a public space but unable to stop himself.
Changbin was hot and heavy in his hand too, and he noticed that his sounds had gone from deep grunts to whinier, higher pitched whimpers.
"Come on, Changbin-ah," Chan grunted. He was sweating from the dual effort of keeping Felix against the wall and fucking into him. "Don't let your knees give out."
"I won't, hyung," Changbin said, but when Felix glanced down he noticed that Changbin's knees were trembling comically. "Just feels really good…"
His hips were snapping up into Felix's hand, trying to fuck his fist and Felix let him. Changbin had also started to lean into him more until he let his head come down to rest against Felix's shoulder, muffling his noises into his skin.
"Changbinnie hyung," Felix said through gritted teeth as Chan shifted the angle of his hips a little to press deliciously against his prostate each time. "You're acting like you're the one getting pounded, here."
"Sorry," Changbin whimpered, but he kept his face smushed into Felix. His hips were jerking erratically into Felix's hand and he could see his shoulders start to shake along with his knees. "Yennie was playing with me last night…didn't let me come…"
"Aww," Chan cooed, "You desperate, Binnie? Need to come because our baby left you hanging last night?"
Changbin nodded pitifully into Felix's shoulder.
"You can wait a little longer, though," Chan said meanly, his grip on Felix tightening imperceptibly. "Let us come first and then you can."
Changbin groaned but didn't protest, and Felix squeezed the head of his dick just to watch him twitch and yelp a little.
"Don't worry," Chan told him. "Lixie won't last very long either, hm?" He readjusted them a little bit, going slow so he didn't risk dropping Felix on his ass, but eventually he managed to squeeze a hand between them by pressing Felix even harder against the wall. He wrapped his hand around Felix's leaking dick and began to stroke it quickly in time with his thrusts.
"Chris," Felix groaned, arching his back as much as he could into the touch. He was clutching the older man's shoulders and he knew there would be visible indents. Chan would have to wear something over his tank top all day if he didn't want the whole building to know what they'd gotten up to.
"Yeah, there you go, love," Chan said, breathing heavily and he kept up his steady pace. His ears were a deep red color and Felix knew that for all his teasing of Changbin it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge either. He squeezed down on him and loved the way Chan's breath stuttered for a second before he huffed.
"You wanna come for us, Lixie? I know that's what you've been aiming for. Never wanted to work out, hm? Wanted to come ogle at us until we gave you what you wanted? Well you've got it now, baby, so why don't you give us a little show."
Felix groaned and squirmed in his hold, accidentally squeezing Changbin a little too hard, only lessening up when Changbin whined into his shoulder and clutched at his wrist.
"Come on," Chan said, "don't make our Binnie wait too long. He's gonna burst, look at him."
Felix peeked to the side to see that Changbin indeed looked like he was close to going against Chan's orders and coming before the two of them. His face was all red and he was uttering short gasps each time Felix's hand swiped over the tip of his dick.
He squeezed harder and sped up his strokes.
"No—Lix, don't—m' gonna come—"
Changbin was lucky, though, because his whining and begging (paired with Chan jerking him off and a particularly harsh jab at his prostate) was just what he needed to tip himself over the edge
"Go on, Bin," Chan said as he fucked Felix through it, and Changbin cried out in relief before spilling all over Felix's hand, mouth biting into his arm to keep his noises down. It was a good thing too, because their Changbinnie could be very loud and Felix knew if he didn't muffle himself they risked someone hearing them even from outside the bathroom.
He was clenching down as hard as he could even as he came down from his high, wanting Chan to finish too.
"Aren't you glad I wore a plug, Channie hyung?" He asked. "Now you can fill me up and you won't even have to clean me out afterwards. You can just plug me up again and make me carry around your mess for the rest of the day. Do you think the others will notice?"
Chan swore, and Felix almost thought he would drop him for a second but he didn't, and instead bucked his hips up one—two—three more times before he felt a rush of warmth inside him as Chan filled him up.
"You're gonna kill me," Chan groaned as he finally let Felix slip down to stand on the floor again. He kept his hands at his waist though, which was good because Felix wobbled at first, his legs all shaky just like Changbin had been.
The nice thing about fucking in the shower was that cleanup was nice and easy. Chan turned the water on (Felix and Changbin made him stand under the stream alone until the water was deemed warm enough for them)
"You know, you could've just asked us to fuck," Chan said as he lathered shampoo into Felix's scalp. "You didn't have to drag us all the way to the gym—we could probably have still been in bed like the rest of them are."
Felix shrugged. "It's fun to work you up, hyung." He said. "I like watching you try to keep yourself together and then ultimately fail miserably."
Changbin laughed and smacked his ass with a soapy hand. "You're such a little gremlin, you know?"
Felix grinned. He did know.
And he hoped the rest of his boyfriends also knew because he'd be coming after them as well.
His next target was Minho, and more specifically: those big, beautiful thighs. He wanted to be between them, please and thank you. And to make matters worse, the weather was getting hotter outside which meant Minho had taken to wearing shorts around the house and to dance practices which made it a hundred times more difficult for Felix to keep his eyes off those delicious thighs.
Minho could be a little hard to read sometimes, though. Which is why when he showed up to Felix's apartment one evening and promptly took his pants off before flopping down on the couch, he really couldn't tell if he was trying to wind him up or just genuinely wanted to feel more comfortable.
"Any reason you're gracing me with your presence, hyung?" Felix asked, plopping down on the couch next to him and trying very hard to keep his eyes on Minho's face. He was only half successful. "Not that I'm not happy to see you."
"Jisungie is driving me up the wall," Minho complained. "I had to get out of there for a couple hours. He will not stop watching those stupid love dramas and I really can't stand them anymore."
Felix laughed at him, and he hoped Minho didn't notice how it came out a little strained. But could he really be blamed when Minho's thighs were right in front of him, bulging out of his underwear? He wanted them in his mouth.
"You couldn't just go to your room?"
"But then I'd be alone," Minho whined. "I'm in the mood for company tonight. You'll keep me company, right Yongbok-ah?"
Felix swallowed. "Of course. Whatever you want, hyung."
"Good. because I'd originally gone to Jeongin—not out of favoritism, but because he'd mentioned wanting to hang out earlier this week—and he blew me off! Can you imagine that! Apparently he and Hyunjin have this thing…"
Felix found himself nodding along, though if Minho stopped to interrogate him about what was being said he would have no idea. There was a particular spot of Minho's thighs, right where they spilled slightly out of his underwear, and he could've sworn there was a big red target painted onto the skin there.
"Yongbok."
"Hm?" He snapped his head up, blushing. "Yes?"
Minho blinked at him a couple times in rapid succession. "Do you see something you like?"
"Oh—" Felix blushed harder. Okay, so he clearly wasn't being as subtle as he thought. "Sorry, hyung. I'm listening."
"Clearly not," Minho rebutted. "But that's okay. Got something else on your mind?"
Felix opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to respond.
"Um…" he managed to stutter out eventually.
Minho giggled and sat up, making his way over to Felix and plopping down on his lap. Felix's hands came up reflexively to hold him on either side of his waist, and he couldn't help himself from using one finger to fiddle with the waistband of his underwear.
"Maybe I can help you out?" Minho suggested.
He was heavy on top of him, a pleasant weight that Felix thoroughly enjoyed.
"Yeah?" He murmured. "How you gonna do that?"
Minho hummed. "I dunno…you're the one that seems to want something. Anything specific you had in mind?"
"Well…" Felix glanced down at his thighs again, bringing one hand to squeeze one between his fingers. "Can I eat you out?"
If Minho was surprised by his request he did a good job of not showing it, but he couldn't hide the way he shivered a little in Felix's arms.
"Want your thighs around my head," he added. "Please?"
"Sure," Minho said meekly. "Here? Or in your room?"
"Here," Felix said, guiding Minho to slip off his lap and lay down on the couch. "Maybe our puppy will walk in and get a nice show, I'm pretty sure he's in his room."
Minho let himself get laid out on the couch but his eyes kept flickering towards the hallway.
"Maybe you'd like that?" Felix suggested. "You want Seungminnie to hear you and know what we're doing out here?"
He pushed Minho's shirt up before the man could reply. "Maybe he'll come out to watch if I can get you loud enough." After he helped Minho get his shirt off his head he brought his hands down to the man's chest, giving one peck a firm squeeze, like it was a stress ball.
He'd been paying so much attention to his thighs, but the rest of Minho was just as beautiful. Like so many of his boyfriends, he had bulked up recently and Felix was greatly enjoying the results. His chest was much firmer than it had been, but no amount of working out would ever change the way he reacted so prettily to having his nipples played with.
Minho had a notoriously sensitive chest and while Felix couldn't wait to get between his legs he also couldn't resist teasing him a little first.
He bent down to take one pebbled nub into his mouth and he heard Minho let out a shaky breath, one hand coming down to tangle in his hair and tug lightly.
"Lix—," he cut himself off with a sharp gasp and a twitch of one leg as Felix scraped his teeth lightly against the nipple in his mouth, and he used his hand to tweak at the other one, rolling it between the pads of his fingers and tugging occasionally.
Minho was whining softly and twitching away from the sensations, but the hand in Felix's hair never tried to push his head away. Instead, Minho was arching his back almost as if he were trying to get his chest even closer to him.
"You like this, hyungie?" He asked, switching his mouth to the other nipple and rubbing the other one—now wet with his spit—with one finger.
Minho's breath stuttered and his next gasp seemed to get stuck in his throat. His legs were squeezing around Felix as if he were trying to get some friction between them, and eventually Felix relented and released both nipples.
"Want me between your legs?" He asked, but he was already shuffling back to lay on his stomach, hiking Minho's legs up to rest over his shoulders and give him perfect access to his boyfriend's hole.
"You're so pretty here, Minho hyung," he gushed, and he watched in real time as Minho's ears turned red at the compliment.
"It's my asshole," he grumbled, looking every bit like a grumpy kitty. "It can't be that pretty."
"Agree to disagree," Felix shrugged, turning his gaze back between Minho's thighs. Speaking of:
Minho yelped as Felix leaned down, and instead of pressing his mouth to his hole like he was probably expecting, he grabbed a chunk of thigh between his teeth and bit down.
"Gimme a second," he said, and then went back to biting. It was cathartic. Minho was so squishy underneath his teeth and his skin got pink so easily. It wasn't long before Felix could make out a litany of teeth marks against his skin and it settled something inside him.
Finally, Minho pushed on his head.
"Lix," he pleaded, and Felix knew what he wanted.
He placed his hands on Minho's now bitten up thighs and spread them to give himself a bit more room.
The first press of his mouth against Minho's twitching hole had his boyfriend letting out a deep sigh and visibly melting into the couch. Being eaten out was definitely one of Minho's favorite things and Felix loved doing it for him.
He pressed his tongue flat and dragged it up to get Minho to shiver and repeated that a couple times just to watch him squirm. The older had brought one hand up to his mouth and was biting his fist in an attempt to silence the noises he was making.
"What's wrong, hyung?" He asked between kitten licks. "You don't want Seungminnie to hear you? Don't want him knowing you're getting eaten out on our couch?"
Minho shook his head but even his first wasn't enough to muffle the moan that escaped him as Felix pointed his tongue and started wiggling it inside.
Minho was so soft around him and so tight, but he pushed his way in and his hyung opened up for him beautifully. He pressed his tongue in as far as it could go and aimed for his prostate, grinning to himself once he found it and Minho jerked his hips into his face.
His hyung still had one hand in his mouth but the other found its way into his hair again, pulling with enough force that Felix groaned.
Come out, Seungmin, he thought as he pressed deliberately into Minho's prostate over and over, milking the gland with his tongue. Minho was writhing beneath him now and a steady stream of breathy whimpers could be heard through his fist. Come see what we're getting up to.
Maybe he needed to get Minho just a little louder to pique Seungmin's interest.
He removed one hand from around Minho's thighs and slipped his tongue out of his hole briefly to suck one finger into his mouth, wetting it.
Then he slipped his tongue back in and wiggled the finger in alongside it, properly stretching Minho's out now.
His boyfriend keened, the loudest noise he'd made yet and Felix knew Seungmin must've heard it with his good hearing. Sometimes he wondered if Seungmin really did have some dog in him.
His ears perked up as a minute later at the sound of a door opening down the hallway, and he felt Minho jump but he didn't stop his actions.
He crooked his finger and pressed it in deeper alongside his tongue, and Minho let out a strangled groan just as Seungmin came into view, though their boyfriend pretended to pay them no attention and walked past the living room into their kitchen where he started filling up a glass of water.
Minho was watching him with wide eyes, his face impossibly red. Felix knew what he was thinking, too. That this happened often enough for Seungmin to react so normally about it. (Felix knew better, though. He knew Seungmin couldn't resist getting a peek once he'd heard them).
He slipped his tongue out again after a while.
"Well don't just stand there," he told Seungmin, who was now leaning up against the wall, observing. He pressed a kiss to Minho’s hole stretched around his finger. "Come help me with him."
Minho let out a strangled whimper as Seungmin approached them, and the hand tangled in Felix's hand moved up to cover his face from embarrassment.
"It's just your Seungminnie," Felix told him, pressing another kiss to his hole. "He's seen you like this plenty of times."
Which was very much true. Seungmin looked completely unphased as he reached a hand down to wrap around Minho's neglected dick, throbbing and leaking against his stomach. Felix watched as the muscles in his stomach twitched violently at the touch and he let out a deep groan as Seungmin started to slowly stroke him up and down. His grip looked tight, as if he were trying to physically pull Minho's orgasm out of him.
And it didn't take long for the both of them to do just that, which wasn't surprising given Minho's pretty strong humiliation kink. Him and Seungmin had that in common.
"Let go, hyung," Seungmin was saying. "What're you holding back for? I wanna see you come."
Seungmin must've done something with his hand at the precise moment that Felix crooked his finger up again and pressed against his prostate with his tongue, because suddenly Minho was biting hard into his fist and trembling around him, and he could see white seeping out between Seungmin's fingers.
He kept his tongue and finger inside even as Seungmin let him go, right up until Minho started to twitch in oversensitivity and pushed at his head.
"Stop," he panted, and Felix let up. His own dick was painfully hard since he hadn't touched it at all, and that fact was becoming more and more obvious as each second went by.
"Seungminnie," he said sweetly. "You wanna help me now? Give Minho our own little show in thanks?"
Seungmin pretended to think about it for all of two seconds before he crawled onto the couch, kneeing Minho in the stomach in the process and causing the older man to squawk in anger.
"Sure," he said. "You sit back and relax, Minho hyung. Lixie's gonna fuck me."
Now Jeongin—he had really tested Felix's patient. Mostly because he was so oblivious to how much of an effect he had on all of them and that drove Felix up the wall, because how could he not know?? He had invited Felix over for a TV night because Chan was working late at the studio, and it had already been bad enough that he'd only thrown on a tank top and sweatpants after his shower, but to make things worse he'd gotten bored halfway through their show and decided to start working out while he watched.
So now here Felix was, being forced to watch his boyfriend do push ups right in front of him while he tried to keep himself under control. Except he wasn't doing a very good job.
He had the perfect view of Jeongin's muscles as they pushed himself up and down, and he couldn't help his mind from wandering and thinking about what it would look like if Jeongin took the tank top off.
He was determined to make it happen, and so when Jeongin finished his latest set of push ups Felix turned the TV off and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Jeongin asked, confused, as Felix started walking off towards his bedroom.
"I'm feeling a bit worked up," he called over his shoulder. "Just gonna go jerk off real quick and then I'll be back."
He didn't look back again as he entered Jeongin's room and threw himself on the bed, though he left the door purposely open. He knew his boyfriend well, and he gave it maybe a minute before Jeongin failed to hold himself back and came to find him. Maybe he'd been a little horny lately, but Jeongin was always down to fuck and Felix knew this would be no exception.
Sure enough, after a minute of waiting he heard the pitter-patter of Jeongin coming down the hallway and then his boyfriend was peeking his head into the room and looking surprised to see that Felix was still fully dressed and very much not jerking off like he'd said.
"Thought you were horny?"
Felix smirked. "I am, but did you really think I was gonna get myself off when I have you here to do it for me?"
Jeongin rolled his eyes and stepped into the room. "You could've just asked."
"I wanted to see how long it would take you. The answer is not long at all, it seems."
Jeongin huffed and crawled up onto the bed. "Anything in particular that's got you horny, hyung?" He asked as Felix finally began pulling off his clothes.
He scoffed. "What do you think? You were giving me a show out there, all your muscles on display like you're flaunting them in my face."
"Oh," Jeongin blushed a deep red. "Right. Sorry?"
"Don't apologize, just get naked."
Jeongin obeyed, shucking his pants down and pulling that damn tank top over his head, finally giving Felix the view he'd been wanting. He was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat and it highlighted his muscles beautifully.
Him and Chan had almost developed the same body, in a way, he thought. Defined abs and big chests that made him want to both pull his hair out and drool all over them. He reached out, beckoning Jeongin closer and wrapped a hand around his bicep, giving it a good squeeze.
"It's really nothing special," Jeongin said bashfully, but Felix didn't agree. It was beautiful, and sexy, and he wanted those arms to hold him down sometime during this.
He tugged on his arm, dragging him closer until Jeongin nearly fell on top of him.
"Fuck me," he said desperately. "Come on, Innie, put these pretty muscles to good use, hm?"
"Yes, hyung," Jeongin said obediently, always willing to do whatever Felix asked of him. There were some advantages to being Jeongin's favorite hyung.
Jeongin grabbed the lube from his nightstand and made a quick job of opening him up, Felix urging him to hurry every other minute. He loved Jeongin's fingers but he loved his dick even more, and he wanted it as soon as possible.
Jeongin was sweet, though, and he stretched him out until he was sure he wouldn't hurt him before he relented and pulled his fingers out, lining up his dick instead.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it," Felix groaned as he slid inside. Jeongin stretched him out perfectly and the slight burn had him seeing stars. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, though, because his boyfriend made such a pretty sight above him. Muscles flexing as he pushed in and then held still so Felix could adjust. "Jeongin-ah, you feel incredible."
Jeongin was making little whimpering sounds and Felix could see his hips shaking a little as he struggled not to fuck into him immediately. Felix was ready, though.
"Come on," he gripped Jeongin's waist, pulling him closer. "I'm ready—fuck me now."
Jeongin didn't need to be told twice. His hips jerked forward three times before he settled into a rhythm, snapping his hips up into Felix in a way that had him fighting to keep his eyes open.
He was still trying to admire the view, though. Like this, when Jeongin was thrusting into him, his abs were being put to work and they clenched and glistened as his boyfriend panted, getting a different kind of workout in.
It wasn't long before they were both panting into each other's faces, though Jeongin was still making those high-pitched whiny noises as though he were the ones having his brains fucked out. He'd always been sensitive, their Jeongin, and Felix loved it. However, he'd be damned if Jeongin came before he'd gotten a good taste of those arms, like he'd wanted in the first place.
"Jeongin," he managed to spit out through his heavy breathing. "Jeongin-ah—hold me down."
"What?" Jeongin looked entirely unconfused, his eyes squeezed shut as he rutted into him.
"Dammit," Felix gasped. "Hold me down, please, Innie."
It took Jeongin a couple more seconds but then, "yeah—okay."
He used one hand to grab both of Felix's wrists that had been feeling up his chest, and then he bent over him, using his other hand to bend one of Felix's legs up to his chest. His leg burned with the stretch but the new angle had Jeongin reaching even deeper inside of him and they both moaned out.
Jeongin was pressing his wrists into the bed behind his head and Felix squirmed futilely to see if he could escape, but of course he couldn't. Jeongin was much stronger than him and if he wanted Felix's hands above his head then that's where they were going to stay.
"Lix hyung," Jeongin whimpered, fully hunched over him and nearly panting into his neck. "Hyung—I'm not gonna last. 'M sorry."
"It's okay," Felix told him, the words coming out strained. "I'm gonna come soon, Ayen-ah."
Jeongin was pressed so close against him that Felix's dick grazed over his firm stomach with every thrust and it felt like little sparks of lightning were zinging up and down his body, from his toes to the very tips of his fingers.
He kept trying to pull himself free, and each time Jeongin kept him from going anywhere he got closer and closer to his orgasm until he was right on the edge. He clenched his ass hard and pulled a guttural moan out of Jeongin, and the next thing he knew he was being filled up as Jeongin keened from above him, his hips snapping even more wildly as he rode out his orgasm.
Felix came right after him, pushed over the edge by the feeling of Jeongin coming inside. He finally allowed his eyes to close and there were colors flashing behind his eyelids with how hard he was coming. Jeongin let up on his wrists at some point and he tangled his fingers in Jeongin's hair, tugging it at it as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
Jeongin collapsed on top of him a moment later but he managed to roll slightly to the side so Felix could breathe properly. One of his arms flopped across Felix's chest, keeping him close. As if Felix were going anywhere right now. He wasn't sure if his legs would support him quite yet if he tried to stand up.
"That was good," Jeongin mumbled, sounding a little out of it. He was still breathing heavily.
Felix huffed a laugh. "You say that every time, Innie."
"Because it's good every time," Jeongin retorted.
"Mm," Felix agreed, turning so he could lay his head on Jeongin's chest. There was cum leaking down his thigh and he'd definitely be making Jeongin clean him up eventually, but first he was gonna spend a few minutes taking advantage of the fact that Jeongin was still shirtless with all his muscles on display.
He splayed his hand out and Jeongin groaned as he began kneading.
With Seungmin, all he had to do was take a quick trip down the hallway of their dorm, barely knock on the door, and then let himself into his room. His puppy boyfriend was splayed on his bed looking very comfortable in a hoodie he was pretty sure belonged to Jeongin, scrolling through his phone with thick glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He looked fluffy, and cute, and so, so edible.
Felix pounced.
Seungmin grunted as he landed on top of him, taking his phone out of his hand before throwing it down on the bed.
"What do you want?" Seungmin said grumpily, though his hands came up to hold Felix around the waist.
"You," he said simply, shifting so that he could swing a leg over Seungmin to straddle him, his boyfriend still holding him at the waist. Like this—from above him—Seungmin looked impossibly cuter with his glasses framing his face and his fluffy brown hair falling down over his forehead. Felix wanted to see more, though.
He shuffled down so he was over Seungmin's thighs and tugged on the base of his hoodie, pushing it up until Seungmin's torso was exposed and gesturing for him to put his arms up before he slipped it over his head. It knocked his glasses slightly out of place and he reached up to fix them before focusing on all the revealed skin he now had in front of him.
Seungmin was definitely the least muscled out of his boyfriend, but that didn't mean Felix didn't still drool uncontrollably at the sight of him. He was lean, with what felt like miles of smooth skin and the cutest tummy he'd even seen in his life. He was fit in his own way, too, the definition of his stomach muscles just barely visible if you looked for it, and his chest wasn't completely flat. There was a small amount of curvature to his pecs that didn't show through a shirt, but was noticeable when Felix had him bare like this.
Seungmin squirmed a bit at being stared at, his hands trying to come up to cover himself but Felix grabbed them and pulled them away.
"Let me look," he said. "You're so pretty, Seungminnie."
"What's been with you, lately?" The puppy asked. "You've been such a horny fiend, going after us all."
Felix shrugged. "Not my fault you all look so good constantly. What's a man to do?"
He let go of Seungmin's wrists and placed his hands on his stomach before he could respond, feeling up the smooth skin underneath him. It was a bit embarrassing, but he could already feel his dick starting to plump a little just from being on top of him, as well as the knowledge that Seungmin would let him do whatever he wanted, even if he complained a little bit. Their puppy was compliant like that.
He let his hands travel up past Seungmin tummy and towards his chest, stopping to tweak a little at each nipple which pulled the softest gasps out of Seungmin who once again tried to bring his hands up but Felix pushed them away.
"Keep these here," he said, pressing them down on the mattress on either side. "Okay? Just let me touch you."
And Seungmin was their good puppy no matter how he liked to deny it, so he kept his hands on the bed and didn't try to stop Felix anymore as he played with his nipples, tweaking them and tugging a little until the skin around them was flushed a pretty pink and Seungmin was squirming on the bed.
Felix moved onto using his mouth at that point, moving his body further down he could bend over and get his mouth on Seungmin's neck, kissing and biting and leaving his mark. He knew, in the back of his mind, that Seungmin would have to go through the work of covering himself up with makeup before they went into work the next morning, but he couldn't bring himself to care and Seungmin didn't say anything about it.
He worked his way down, passing by his chest and nipples again and nipping at the pink skin until Seungmin whined softly, and then he continued down to his tummy, kissing it and letting his tongue poke out of his mouth occasionally for a taste.
He played with the waistband of Seungmin's shorts once he got there, kissing at the skin just above it before taking it between his fingers and pulling down, underwear and all.
Unsurprisingly, Seungmin was hard. His small dick was flushed pink just like his chest and Felix watched as a small drop of pre-cum bubbled to the surface and smeared itself on his tummy. He ignored it for now—though it was very tempting—and brought his gaze just a little lower to look at his thighs.
If you asked any of them, they would all probably tell you that Minho had the best thighs, but Felix thought Seungmin definitely took second place, no competition. Where Minho's thighs were nice because they were strong and thick, Seungmin's were soft and pretty and squeezable.
Felix ran his knuckles over the skin of his inner thighs, right below the crease, and was amazed at how smooth the skin always felt. He needed it in his mouth—immediately.
He used his tongue to lave over the skin first, like Seungmin was the best meal in the world, before he got to work kissing and sucking and tugging at the skin with his teeth while Seungmin whined and squirmed above him, trying to keep his hands in place like a good boy.
His dick was twitching against his stomach and Felix knew he must be begging internally for him to touch it but he couldn't get himself to pull away quite yet, feeling like he could stay forever between his legs worshiping his thighs.
His own dick was desperate for some attention, too, and he found himself rutting down subconsciously on the bed, chasing the delicious friction it provided.
"Lix," Seungmin whined eventually, when he couldn't take it anymore. "Come on—do something else."
Felix left a couple more kisses on each thigh, savoring their softness in his mind so he could think about it later, before he forced himself to lift his head and take a look at his boyfriend.
He looked worked up and a little fucked out, even though Felix hadn't even touched his dick. His glasses had slipped down his nose a little and his hair looked a little messed up from how he'd been moving his head back and forth on the bed. His cheeks were pink, too, just like his chest and his swollen dick.
Felix brought his gaze back to said dick, and this time he didn't ignore it. Seungmin moaned and threw his head back on his pillow as Felix wrapped his plush lips around the tip, sticking his tongue into the slit to collect the pre-cum that was leaking out.
Seungmin lifted his hips to get him to take more, and he let his head slide down until he'd fully taken him into his mouth. Seungmin was small enough that he didn't reach Felix's throat even while fully inside, and Felix took full advantage of that. It meant he could bob his head up and down as freely and as harshly as he wanted without having to worry about gagging.
He sucked hard, still grinding his hips down on the bed to the sound of Seungmin moaning above him as he used his tongue to trace up and down his length, occasionally pulling off slightly to use his hand on the bottom, though he only had to use his thumb and two fingers to fit it all in his grip.
Seungmin was still keeping his hands at his side but his hips consistently bucked up into Felix's mouth to chase his own pleasure, and Felix let it happen. Unable to help himself, he brought his free hand back to Seungmin's thigh, squeezing the flesh and kneading it between his fingers. Seungmin whined—high pitched and needy—as he pressed blindly into the marks he'd made earlier which would no doubt become bruises.
Felix humped faster down on the bed, groaning and worrying that he might come faster which would be very embarrassing considering Seungmin was the one getting a blowjob, but luckily his boyfriend seemed equally as close. His hands clutched the sheets so tight that his knuckles were white and his head was still thrown back, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down with shaky breaths.
He was puffing out moans with each one, and it was the sounds he made that really drove Felix close to the edge. He could listen to Seungmin moan for him every day for the rest of his life and never get bored of it.
"'M gonna come," Seungmin whined eventually as his dick gave a particularly harsh twitch in his mouth. "Felix—inside, please?"
Asking for permission, like the sweet puppy he was. Felix pulled off just long enough to give him the go ahead before he was taking him in his mouth again, suckling hard and pressing against the underside of his tip with his tongue over and over again until Seungmin trembled, his thighs shaking under Felix's fingers.
He came just a few seconds later, shooting his cum onto Felix's tongue who swallowed it down greedily, and the long, drawn out moan that Seungmin let out was enough to push him over the edge and send him straight into his own orgasm. He blushed a dark red at soiling his pants, but he'd seen Seungmin do it before so he knew his boyfriend couldn't judge him.
They came down from their orgasms together, and Felix moved up the bed so they were level and pulled Seungmin into him. He'd allow himself just a couple minutes to get some post-orgasm puppy cuddles before getting up to clean himself off.
After he'd mostly made his rounds of his boyfriends, he found himself unable to stop thinking about Jisung and Hyunjin. They were the only ones left who he hadn't gotten his hands on, and he intended to fix that quickly.
Originally, he had planned on trying to rile one of them up at work the next day, but when he woke up that night sweating with his dick rock hard between his thighs, he knew he couldn't wait until then.
He had been dreaming of Jisung, and while the specific details were quickly slipping away he knew he'd been in Jisung's bed having some of the best sex of his life with his sunshine twin.
And before he knew it he was throwing on a hoodie and some sweatpants, grabbing his phone off the nightstand and leaving the house to make the quick walk to Minho and Jisung's dorm. He was still hard in his boxers and he pulled the bottom of his hoodie down as far as it would stretch, grateful that it was almost pitch dark out and no one was around this late.
He typed in the code to their front door and let himself in, locking it behind him before creeping down the hallway to Jisung's room.
He was met with a truly wonderful sight: both Jisung and Hyunjin tangled up in the sheets—shirtless—and fast asleep. What were the odds the both of them would be here?
Well, the more the merrier for him. He closed Jisung;s door and made a mental note to try and be quiet so they didn't wake Minho up (he thought he remembered the man mentioning an early schedule tomorrow) and crawled onto the bed between his two boyfriends, still half hard and determined to do something about it.
Jisung stirred first, letting out a confused groan and he tried to shift closer to Hyunjin but hit Felix instead. He peeked his eyes opened and peered up at him, squinting in the dark.
"Lix?" He mumbled, confused. "What're you doing here?"
Felix took his hand in response and brought it down over the front of his sweatpants so Jisung could feel him. "Dreamed about you," he whispered. "You mind helping me out, Jisungie?"
Jisung looked immediately wide awake, and he even sat up. "Really? You were dreaming of me?"
"Mhm," Felix said, tugging the covers down so he could see more of Jisung. His tattoos were visible even in the dark room and Felix took a moment to admire them. They stood out so beautifully against his honey skin and the compass really highlighted the muscle of his chest.
The hard lines of his body were a big contrast to his puffy face right after waking up. His hair was all messed up and his cheeks looked even bigger than usual. Unable to help himself, Felix leaned down to kiss him.
Hyunjin stayed fast asleep while they kissed, not waking up to the sound of their lips sliding together. He felt Jisung up, letting his hands wander down his chest to poke at the hard muscle there before they traveled down to his stomach, tracing his fingers along the ridges of his abs.
He found himself rutting against Jisung's hip, his dick desperate for some friction and Jisung groaned into his mouth, gripping his hips with both hands to help him.
"What's this?"
Felix nearly jumped out of his skin and he pulled away from Jisung before realizing it was just Hyunjin. He was awake now, squinting up at the both of them. "Lix-ah?"
"Had a nice dream," he said, embarrassed. "So I came over for some help."
"Seungminnie didn't want to help you?" Hyunjin questioned.
"It was about Jisungie," Felix admitted, tilting his head back with a soft sigh as Jisung started kissing down his neck.
Hyunjin laughed. "Well, I'll just go back to bed, then."
"No!" Felix whined as Hyunjin turned around and let out an obnoxiously fake snore. "You can help me too!"
Hyunjin rolled back over. "Oh, how generous of you."
He grabbed Felix's arm, tugging him away from Jisung so that he fell into him. "What should we do with you, then?"
"Hyunjinnie fucked me before we went to sleep," Jisung said. "I'm still probably loose, if you wanna…"
"Yeah," Felix agreed. "Wanna fuck you, Jisungie. I'm…I'm also pretty loose, probably. Played with myself before bed, probably why I had such a nice dream…"
"That settles it, then," Hyunjin said, sitting up. "You lie down, Jisungie, and Felix will get on top of you. There you go—our little pillow princess."
Jisung huffed in pretend annoyance but he laid back against the bed like Hyunjin instructed, already shimmying out of his pants. He was bare underneath them, no underwear, and Felix could already feel his mouth start to water at the sight of him naked.
He sat up as well and settled himself between Jisung's legs, parting his thighs a little to make more room for himself.
"So pretty, Jisung-ah," he said, letting his hands come down to trace over Jisung's chest. His fellow sunshine twin had really bulked up recently and Felix was enjoying every bit of it. His muscles were hard and firm under his small fingers and it sent a shiver down his spine.
He was so engrossed in them he barely noticed as Hyunjin dug around Jisung's nightstand drawer for lube and then climbed back up on the bed behind him, snaking one hand around his waist.
"Wanna be in between us?" He murmured in Felix's ear. "Wanna fuck our Jisungie while I fuck you?"
Felix shivered again. "Mhm," he nodded, his dick slowly getting hard again. It had gone down for a couple minutes but now being sandwiched between the two of them—even though they hadn't done anything yet—was bringing it back up quickly.
Jisung too, he noted, was getting hard. His dick visibly started to plump up a little as Felix kept feeling up his chest. He let his fingers wander up to Jisung's nipples for a second, taking them between two fingers and rubbing together just to listen to him whine.
"Open him up, then," Hyunjin said, passing him the bottle of lube. "He should be pretty good from me earlier, but why don't you check?"
He was right, it turned out. Felix lubed up three fingers and was able to squeeze them all inside with minimum struggle. Their Jisung was a bit of a pain slut, so even if the stretch was a little much he would definitely enjoy it.
Hyunjin barely gave him time to thrust into Jisung two or three times with his fingers before his own were sliding off Felix's waist and pressing up against his own hole.
He needed a little more prep than Jisung, since he'd only taken a small vibrator before he'd gone to sleep and Hyunjin had to struggle a little bit to get two fingers in. They felt amazing either way and Felix kind of wanted to just melt on top of Jisung and let Hyunjin fuck him like that, but the need to get his dick wet was overpowering that want.
"Hyune," he sighed out, unable to stop his hips from rocking back slightly onto his fingers. Jisung was trying to do the same from underneath him but Felix soon slipped his fingers out and started lubing up his dick instead. Jisung was more than ready for it.
He was momentarily distracted from the fingers in his ass as he slid inside, groaning as Jisung immediately clenched down on him. Jisung was like Jeongin: very sensitive, but he was also louder and a lot whinier than their youngest. Felix cringed a little at the sound he made as he slid inside, sure that Minho would probably hear them, but knowing him he would either throw in some ear plugs or decide to jerk off to their sounds.
Hyunjin was going a little easier on him again as he focused on Jisung, more stretching him out to get him ready instead of playing with his prostate. Felix appreciated it because it meant he could pay more attention to Jisung and the reactions he was pulling out of him.
His sunshine twin had gotten squirmy already and was letting out little whimpers with each drag of Felix's dick against his sensitive walls. He was clenching down hard, too, and Felix gritted his teeth as he focused on maintaining a steady rhythm for as long as he could. He knew that would get a lot harder once Hyunjin decided he was ready.
Behind him, his boyfriend added a third finger and Felix groaned at the stretch, his hips stuttering for a couple seconds before he got himself back under control. He gripped Jisung's waist tight to keep himself balanced and tried to push back on Hyunjin's fingers before each thrust forward.
Hyunjin was still going for efficiency over pleasure and so it wasn't long before he deemed Felix stretched enough and pulled his fingers out. Felix managed to stifle his groan of annoyance at being left empty and he wasn't left that way for long.
He could hear Hyunjin lubing himself up behind him and he increased the speed of his thrusts into Jisung for a couple seconds just to hear the hitch in his breath and the way him whimpers got even more high pitched before he felt Hyunjin lining himself up and then pushing inside.
Felix's hips stuttered to a stop this time as Hyunjin pushed all the way in with one swift movement. It forced the air out of his lungs and he was left gasping at the dual stimulation on both sides. He had done this before—being in the middle—but it had been a hot minute and he'd forgotten just how amazing it felt.
He felt a little dizzy already with how overwhelming it was but Hyunjin was already moving. Just like Felix had been doing with Jisung, he grabbed his hips and used them to push Felix forward and then back, each movement bringing a different kind of pleasure.
He crumpled a little, body curling inwards as Hyunjin took charge and fucked into him, which in turn fucked Felix further into Jisung. The room was filling with a variety of different sounds ranging from Jisung's high pitched squeaks and Felix' low groans as he let Hyunjin manipulate his body to move how he wanted it to.
After a couple minutes he found himself gaining back control of himself, having gotten used to being thrust back and forth between the two of them. He started moving by himself, pushing his hips into Jisung to chase the delicious friction and he got his hands around his waist again to pull Jisung back onto him.
Hyunjin had draped himself over Felix's back and was panting into his ear from the exertion of basically fucking two of his boyfriends and he let Felix take control without any complaint.
Felix moved himself back and forth, feeling like he was on a high now. He was making both Hyunjin and Jisung feel good and the power trip had him speeding up, moving his hips with more urgency.
Jisung's dick was lying abandoned on his tummy and Felix watched as he reached a hand between them to grab at it but he pushed Jisung's hand out of the way and replaced it with his own, using his other hand to brace himself against the mattress.
Jisung keened at the extra friction on his dick and shoved his hips up into Felix's hand while rocking down on his dick until he was a blubbering mess, mostly incoherent but Felix knew what he was trying to say.
"Gonna come for us, Jisungie?" He huffed. "Make a mess of yourself, baby, come on. Let go for me."
Jisung didn't need much more encouragement. He came with both Felix and Hyunjin's names on his lips as he spilled onto his stomach, coating Felix's hand with come and his hips shook from the effort of it.
"Good boy," Hyunjin crooned from behind him, his head on Felix's shoulder so he could look at Jisung. "There you go, Jisungie, now just hang tight until me and Lix are done."
Jisung gasped as Felix kept fucking into him, chasing his own high without the slightest regard to Jisung's now heightened sensitivity.
'Lix," he warbled, squirming and struggling underneath him but making no real move to pull away. Jisung's muscles were all decorative after all, something he would gladly admit to.
"Come on, Lix-ah," Hyunjin encouraged him, starting to thrust into him again instead of letting Felix do the work. Jisung cried out at the extra force. "You wanna fill him up? Ask him for it, Jisung."
"Please, Lix." There were tears in Jisung's eyes from the overstimulation. "Please! Want you to come inside!"
"Give it to him, Lix," Hyunjin said, grinding his hips in a way that his dick rubbed up perfectly against his prostate and had him seeing stars. Jisung was clenching so hard around him too, the overstimulation making him sensitive and each thrust into him had him squeezing like a vice around him. "He's asking so prettily for your cum, don't make him wait for it."
Felix groaned and finally gave into the urge to curl over, his hips snapping frantically against Jisung until he froze, his orgasm finally washing through him. It was intense, and his teeth pressed together so harshly he could hear them as he kept a bruising grip on Jisung's waist, sure that he would leave marks. Jisung would thank him for it, though.
He clenched down on Hyunjin as he came, which seemed to trigger his boyfriend's own orgasm. Hyunjin muttered a strained "fuck," before he was spilling into him, his own hips stilling until he was grinding shallowly against Felix's ass.
Felix let himself catch his breath until Jisung started whining again and pushing feebly at his chest.
"Out," he complained, and Hyunjin pulled himself off of Felix so he could slip out of Jisung, the two of them falling to either side and sandwiching their whiny boyfriend.
"I can't believe you came all the way over here for some dick," Hyunjin said eventually after a couple minutes of silent panting.
"Hey," Felix said, feeling called out. "I've heard you sneak into my place before and it's usually followed by the sounds of a puppy getting railed into the mattress."
"Touche." Hyunjin snuggled further into the bed. "So who's gonna go start the shower? I can't sleep all sweaty like this."
"Not me," Jisung said immediately. "I can't walk."
"Me neither," Felix said, his face pressed into a pillow. "You did a number on me, Jinnie."
Hyunjin huffed. "Fine. But one of you is washing my hair for me."
It still took him a minute to get up, but Felix wasn't complaining. He'd take all the sleepy post-sex cuddles he could get.
His mission had been successful, he thought absentmindedly. He'd made the rounds of all his boyfriends, managed to satiate his obsession with them and their pretty muscles.
For now, at least. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't last more than a week before the obsession came back, but was that really so bad? He could always make the rounds again, he knew he'd hear no complaints from his boyfriends about it.