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Wonho squeezed into the packed subway car after his gym session, his tall frame drawing a few glances. Sweat still clung to his skin under the tight black tank top that molded to his massive pecs, the fabric stretched thin over his pierced nipples. His Nike short shorts rode high on his thick thighs, the slit exposing even more muscle with every shift, and he felt the air brush his bare ass since he'd skipped underwear. He gripped the overhead rail, muscles flexing as the train lurched forward, the crowd pressing bodies tight around him. His mind wandered to a protein shake waiting at home, oblivious to the eyes locking on him from behind.
Taehyung and Namjoon moved like predators in the crush, their fitted suits sharp against the casual commuters. Taehyung, in his red suit and black leather gloves, inched closer from the side, his gloved hand brushing Wonho's ass cheek through the thin shorts. The touch was light at first, a subtle graze that made Wonho tense, but the train's sway hid it. Namjoon pressed in from the front, his black suit open at the collar to flash his chiseled pecs, his own gloved hand sliding low to cup Wonho's crotch. Wonho's cock twitched involuntarily under the pressure, heat flooding his face as he whipped his head around, but the crowd blocked any escape. 'What the fuck?' Wonho muttered under his breath, trying to twist away. His heart pounded, a mix of anger and confusion surging through him. He shoved at Namjoon's chest, but the man just smirked, his dark eyes pinning Wonho in place.
Taehyung's hand slipped higher, fingers dipping into the leg of Wonho's shorts, caressing the bare skin of his ass crack. Wonho clamped his thighs together, but the gloved fingers probed insistently, tracing his hole. The train screeched to a halt at the next station, doors hissing open as a wave of new passengers flooded in. Bodies slammed together, trapping Wonho sandwiched between the two men. He bucked against them, arms flailing to push Taehyung back, but Taehyung grabbed both of Wonho's wrists in one iron grip, yanking them behind his back. Wonho's tank rode up, exposing his abs, and Taehyung's free hand clamped onto his ass, squeezing the firm muscle hard enough to bruise. 'Get off me, you creeps!' Wonho growled, his voice lost in the din. He strained against the hold, biceps bulging, but Taehyung's strength overpowered him, pinning his arms tight. Panic clawed at Wonho's gut, his cock half-hard from the unwanted friction against Namjoon's thigh.
Namjoon lunged forward, crashing his mouth onto Wonho's in a forceful kiss that bruised his lips. His tongue shoved in deep, tasting of mint and dominance, while his gloved hand muffled any protest. Wonho's eyes widened, body rigid as Namjoon's pecs pressed against his chest, the heat seeping through their shirts. The kiss broke with a wet smack, Namjoon's breath hot on Wonho's ear. 'You're ours for now, pretty hunk.' He dragged Wonho's head down by the hair, shoving his face into his open collar. 'Lick my nipples. Suck them like the slut you are.' Wonho hesitated, mouth inches from Namjoon's exposed pec, the dark nipple hard and begging. A sharp tug on his hair forced him forward, his lips brushing the salty skin.
He parted his mouth reluctantly, tongue flicking out to lap at the bud, then sucking it in with a slurp. Namjoon's low groan vibrated through him, spurring Wonho's unwanted arousal as his cock stiffened fully in his shorts. Behind him, Taehyung's gloved fingers delved deeper, one slick digit circling Wonho's tight hole before pushing inside.
The leather stretched him, the intrusion burning as Taehyung pumped it in and out, crooking to hit that spot that made Wonho's knees buckle. 'Fuck, he's tight,' Taehyung hissed, his voice low and rough. Wonho whimpered around Namjoon's nipple, the dual assault overwhelming his senses—the crowd oblivious, the train rumbling on. They didn't stop there. Namjoon's free hand yanked Wonho's tank down, exposing his pierced nipples, and pinched one hard, twisting the barbell until Wonho yelped into his chest. Taehyung bit down on Wonho's shoulder, teeth sinking in as his hand kneaded Wonho's pecs, leaving red handprints blooming across the pale skin. Their leather gloves covered Wonho's mouth alternately, stifling his cries as they groped him roughly, fingers digging into flesh.
Taehyung spanked Wonho's ass with sharp slaps, the sound muffled by the crowd, each strike jiggling the muscle before he shoved two gloved fingers into Wonho's hole, scissoring wide. Wonho's body betrayed him, hole clenching around the invasion, pre-cum leaking into his shorts. Namjoon pulled Wonho's head up, forcing his mouth open and thrusting his thick cock past Wonho's lips after unzipping. 'Suck it, boy. Take it deep.' Wonho gagged as the veiny length hit his throat, Namjoon's hips snapping forward in brutal rhythm.
They spun him slightly in the crush, Taehyung dropping his pants just enough to ram his cock into Wonho's ass alongside his fingers, stretching him impossibly. Wonho's muffled screams vibrated around Namjoon's dick, tears pricking his eyes from the burn. Then Namjoon pulled out of his mouth, both men aligning at his rear. Taehyung yanked his fingers free, and Namjoon pushed in first, his cock thick and unrelenting, followed by Taehyung's, the double penetration splitting Wonho open. Their gloved hands gripped his hips, pounding in unison, cocks sliding against each other inside his tight ass.
Wonho's mind blanked, pain twisting into forced pleasure as they fucked him raw, the crowd's sway masking their thrusts. Grunts and slaps of skin filled his ears, their sweat mixing with his. Namjoon bit his earlobe. 'Gonna fill this straight ass up.' They came hard, hot spurts flooding Wonho's hole, cum dripping down his thighs. Taehyung pulled a glove off, rolling it into a thick plug and shoving it deep to seal their load inside, the leather wedging against his prostate.
Panting, they zipped up, letting Wonho slump against the rail. Taehyung released his arms, and Namjoon tugged Wonho's shorts back into place, the fabric sticky with sweat and cum. Namjoon claimed his mouth in one last possessive kiss, tongue delving deep before slipping a card into Wonho's waistband. 'If you want pleasure in public again, my number's on the card. I'll bring Taehyung too... or not. Your choice. But I'd choose us both.' He winked, eyes gleaming with promise, as they melted into the crowd. Wonho stood frozen, ass throbbing around the glove plug, body marked and leaking. The train jolted on, leaving him shocked, confused, and achingly hard, the card burning against his skin like a dare.