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Chan’s legs are burning by the ninth inning. He’s been behind the plate for every pitch, the sun has been burning down on them for hours, and they’re only winning by one. They have two outs, but there are runners on third and second, and Chan knows this batter is good. He hit a long ball to right-center earlier in the game, knocking in two runs.

If he did the same thing again they’d lose. They’d miss their chance on making it to regionals, and their year would be over. Chan’s senior year would end and he would be saying goodbye to his team, his boys.

Chan isn’t ready to let that happen.

Jeongin is pitching, their ace freshman. He’s stolen the hearts of all their fans for his good looks and record-fast pitching, but there's more to him than just speed. Chan knows that, and while Jeongin may not have as good control over his placement as Seungmin, their starting pitcher, he sure as hell throws a mean sinker.

One more pitch. That’s all they need to win. That’s all they need to keep their season going.

Chan calls the pitch and he can see the slight hesitation on Jeongin’s face. Barely noticeable, but Chan has always been able to read his boys. He gives the sign again, this time accompanied by just a hint of a smile.

Jeongin brings his glove up, covering the bottom half of his face as he nods. The slight crescent to his eyes gives away that he’s happy about the call. Because Chan believes in him. Which isn’t anything new, but the continuous support of his captain will always bring Jeongin that extra boost of confidence he needs.

Jeongin breathes deep, taking in the smell of dust and leather, before unwinding. His execution is perfect, arm extending up and out and down, his fingers curling just right over the stitching of the baseball.

It’s fast, any good sinker has to be, but it’s accurate too. It’s making its way right towards Chan’s glove, and Jeongin holds his breath. If he really did everything correctly the ball will break downwards right as it begins to cross the plate. Away from where the batter will swing, and he’ll miss it.

And it does. The ball breaks down and the batter swings, his bat is too high for sure, but he makes contact. It’s just enough to send the ball into the infield and Jeongin’s eyes widen minutely.

The runner’s on base take off, and there’s a split second where Jeongin thinks this might be it. That the ball will pass into the outfield and their season will end. He spins, following the ball with his eyes as it speeds past him towards shortstop, towards Minho.

There’s an eruption of cheers from the stand from the opposing team, but Chan’s voice rings above all the others, “One! One!”

Minho doesn’t need the reminder, but Chan’s voice is grounding the chaos that has taken the field. The ground ball isn’t hard, thanks to Jeongin’s spin on the pitch, and Minho practically dances to the ball, catching it in the pocket of his glove. He uses his momentum to catapult the ball towards first base.

The batter is sprinting towards first, but Minho’s throw is nothing short of perfect. Hyunjin tracks the ball, stretching forward and reaching out with his own glove, right foot planted firmly on first base. The resounding smack of the ball finding its way into his glove evokes a whole new kind of chaos on the field.

One of victory and triumph as their team sags in relief at the third out, the last out of the game.

The other team is making their way back to their own dugout, sagging and defeated, but Chan watches as his own team rejoices on the field.

Minho has followed his throw, running to embrace Hyunjin who catches him and spins him in a tight hug. Felix has made the short journey from second to join their hug and is accepted gracefully. Chan’s heart swells as he watches Minho bury a hand in each of the other boys’ hair, laughing gleefully.

Chan turns his attention suddenly forward and lets out a surprised laugh as he notices Jeongin and Changbin advancing on him. Jeongin reaches him first, wrapping his arms around Chan’s waist and spinning him as he calls, “We did it!”

Changbin’s strong arms envelope both of them. He’s laughing too, and praising Jeongin for pitching so well. Chan can see Jisung and Seungmin have joined the other group hug now too, the rest of their team hooting and hollering in the dugout. All of his boys are accounted for, and he can’t stop smiling.

They have to break up their celebration before too long to accept their win and send off the other team. The other team had been good, and Chan knows most people had suspected his team wouldn’t be the one coming out on top tonight. But, well, most people don’t know his team like he does.

When they’re finally back in the dugout Chan isn’t surprised that the air around them is buzzing. Everyone is chatting amicably, recounting key moments of the game with excitement. Jisung is praised for his diving catch in center field, Minho points out how Felix stole three bases, Jeongin reminds everyone that Seungmin started the game off by striking out three batters in a row, and nobody can forget Changbin’s home run that ultimately put them in the lead in the ninth inning.

“And we can’t forget about our dashing captain!” Minho exclaims, gesturing to Chan as if introducing him for some kind of speech. Sidling up to the captain, Minho smirks, placing his hand in Chan’s back pocket and giving a playful squeeze while he declares, “The best captain we could ask for, right boys?”

There’s a bout of cheers and Chan smiles shyly, shooing Minho away, “Oh, shut up!”

Minho snickers, not at all deterred and leans in closer to Chan. “You love it.”

“I love you. Not the same thing,” Chan grumbles and Minho grins. Jeongin makes a fake gagging noise to the side of them and Felix winks at them from across the dugout.

Chan ignores the way his cheeks are burning now and clears his throat to announce, “Right! Good job everyone, I’m proud of all of you. We’ll have a longer talk on Monday about how we will approach regionals, but I won’t keep you from celebrating any longer! Next practice is 7pm Monday!”

There’s a chorus of shouted agreements and “yes captain’s,” and the dugout begins to clear out. Chan is, of course, the last one out of the dugout, making sure nothing has been left behind and locking up.

Minho is waiting for him outside of the dugout, phone in hand and blowing a bubble with his gum as he waits for Chan. Chan bumps his hip with Minho’s as he passes him and asks, “Ready to go?”

Minho pops his gum loudly before looking up at Chan, his eyes excited and mischievous. “Mhm, are you ready? Still up for tonight?”

Chan’s heart jumps in his chest. He’s been so full of exhilaration from their win that he’d almost forgotten. What a select few of the players have been calling ‘The Promise.’

Chan’s swallows thickly before answering, “I am. Are the others—”

“Seungmin might be late, he wants a shower first. The rest of the heathens are already on the way to your place. Changbin is with them so he’ll be able to let them in.”

Chan nods, straightening up. There’s a ball of excited nervous energy growing in his chest at what the night promises. Minho snickers behind him, keenly aware of the way Chan is fidgeting and smiling to himself.

“Let’s get going then, Captain.”

~

Minho drives them back to the apartment Chan shares with Changbin. Chan’s legs are bouncing anxiously as he sits in the passenger seat of Minho’s beat up Corolla. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this kind of thing, but it always gets Chan’s heart racing.

“Ready, baby? They’re probably all waiting for us.” Minho’s melodic voice pulls Chan out of his nerves.

He inhales, and offers a teeny smile before asking, “Can I have a kiss first?”

Grinning, Minho leans over the center console without a word, pressing his lips tenderly to Chan’s. Chan melts into it, reaching his hands up to ball them in the front of Minho’s jersey. Minho makes an amused sound, sliding a hand into Chan’s messy curls and deepening the kiss.

It’s short-lived though, and as Minho pulls back Chan lets out a quiet whine. “None of that. You’ll get plenty of kisses if you’re good, hm?”

Chan licks his spit slick lips and nods. Minho smiles reassuringly, giving Chan one last quick kiss before pulling away entirely and popping his door open.

The walk up to Chan’s apartment is short, and they can hear the light thrum of music and muffled laughter through the door. Minho pushes the door open, and as they enter the common space the room erupts with cheers.

Jisung practically materializes in front of Chan, throwing his arms around Chan’s waist and squeezing him so tightly that the air is forced from Chan’s lungs. Letting out a breathless laugh, Chan returns the hug while briefly taking a head count of everyone in the room.

Changbin is in the small kitchen just ahead of them and beside him is Hyunjin, each with a drink in hand, smiling widely and knowingly at their captain. Chan blushes and turns to find Felix and Jeongin lounging on the couch, also looking at him.

“Let him breathe, Ji,” Minho laughs, his voice close to Chan’s ear. Jisung pouts but releases Chan, stepping back into the apartment.

“Chan, you want something to drink?” Changbin calls from the kitchen and Chan thinks on it for a second.

“I’m good, thanks.”

Minho snickers, “He wants to be all here tonight, is that right?”

Chan licks his lips. “I want to remember everything.”

There’s some laughter and Minho places a hand on the small of Chan’s back before asking, “Want me to help you get ready?”

Chan gives a small nod and allows himself to be corralled through his own apartment. Minho is intimately familiar with the layout of the place, easily guiding Chan towards his own bedroom and then further into his bathroom. Minho is always eternally grateful that Chan had won his and Changbin’s game of rock-paper-scissors for the master bedroom.

Chan begins stripping as soon as they’re in the bathroom, nose crinkling at the orangish dirt that is clinging to his bare skin, no doubt from when he’d dove head first into home plate. Worth it, he thinks back on the point scored.

Minho is pulling his own clothes off too, ushering Chan into the bathroom. “If we hurry, we might finish before Minnie even gets here,” Minho says, not at all hiding his desire to tease the younger boy for being late to the party.

Chan can’t help it, he turns to scowl at Minho. “Don’t be mean, we shouldn’t start without him.”

Minho chuckles, pushing Chan towards the shower and flipping the water on. He doesn’t wait for it to warm up before shoving Chan under the spray. Chan gasps in surprise, goosebumps raising along his skin and his arms instinctively wrapping around his torso in a vain attempt to keep warm.

“You baby him. He likes when I’m mean to him. Kinda reminds me of someone,” Minho hums, smirking at Chan in a way that has heat rising to his cheeks despite the chilly water soaking into his hair.

When the water begins to warm up, that’s when Minho steps under the spray. There’s a moment of mundane bliss where Minho grabs Chan’s shampoo, lathering it into his own hair before doing the same to Chan’s. Chan leans into the touch and lets his eyes slip closed as Minho’s fingers scratch against his scalp.

Minho’s fingers gently tip Chan’s head back under the water, washing the suds away before he’s turning Chan around so he can pull him into a wet kiss. It’s warm, just like Minho always is, warm and soft and firm. Perfect.

Chan melts a little too much, because Minho pulls away with an amused smile on his face. “Save it for the boys.”

Narrowing his eyes, Chan sticks his tongue out playfully before doing as he’s told, soaping himself down and finishing up his usual shower routine. When they’re both finished Minho lets his hands fall down to Chan’s hips, guiding him out of the shower so they can towel off.

Minho throws on a baggy t-shirt and some boxers, but Chan doesn’t, instead flopping onto his bed and waiting. The sounds of laughter and talking down the hall make Chan relax onto the soft sheets. His sore muscles relax into the cotton, his rough fingers trailing over the thread and his hair dripping.

There’s a gentle hand on the inside of his thigh, and Chan blinks, tilting his head up to look down the length of his body. Minho stands at the edge of the bed, bottle of lube in hand, his hair falling into his face just slightly. For a moment they’re staring at each other, Chan taking in the etherealness that is his boyfriend.

Minho is looking at him similarly, though far more hungry. As if he’s imagining every way he could push and pull Chan’s body before him.

With a light tap to Chan’s thigh, Minho murmurs, “Spread.”

Chan does without a second thought, opening his legs and hooking his hands behind his knees to keep himself presented. Obeying Minho is practically second nature at this point.

Minho smiles, uncapping the lube to drizzle a generous amount over his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time, pushing two fingers inside of Chan, who lets out a soft gasp and a following sigh of pleasure.

Pumping his fingers carefully, Minho lets his other hand caress Chan’s thigh. “You’re always so pretty. Gonna let the boys make you all messy and ugly tonight aren’t you?”

Chan bites his lip nodding eagerly, “Fuck, Min.”

Another finger joins before long, and Minho takes great care in opening Chan up. Minho’s own cock is twitching to life in his boxers. If he weren’t already prepared to share tonight he might have broken down and decided to keep Chan all to himself, celebrating their win with Chan seated soundly in his lap, bare and open for him just like this.

Another time.

By the time Minho is finally satisfied, Chan is whining on the bed, obviously wanting more. Always the good boy though, Chan doesn’t utter a single word of impatience, simply letting out breathy gasps of “Min, ah, so good.”

Minho pulls his fingers free, wiping them unceremoniously on the sheets before leaning over Chan to catch him in another kiss. This time Chan is a little more unhinged, tongue a little too eager and his hands travelling up to grip at Minho’s shirt.

“Easy, easy.” Minho laughs when he pulls away, Chan whining at the loss.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, babe, you didn’t forget did you?”

Chan swallows, shakes his head, “No. I’m ready, can we—”

There’s a sharp knock at the door then, and Minho raises an eyebrow.

Seungmin’s voice sounds through the door, “Yah, you guys aren’t getting too carried away are you?”

Minho’s eyes narrow and Chan snickers into the back of his hand.

“Don’t be mean,” Chan teases, and now the glare is aimed at him instead of the door.

“Oh? You offering to take his place?”

Chan giggles, but it cuts off into a yelp when Minho pinches his thigh. “C’mon then.”

Minho steps back, helps Chan up off the bed. Chan considers grabbing a shirt, making the other boys work just a little for their present, but he decides against it.

When he opens the door, Seungmin is leaning against the wall and his eyes widen in mild surprise at the sight of his naked captain.

“See something you like?” Minho teases, and Seungmin rolls his eyes, before reaching out to grab Chan’s hand.

“The others are waiting, Hyunjin and Jisung have gotten impatient, as usual.”

Chan snickers, letting Seungmin pull him back to the common area where he can see Jisung sitting up on the kitchen counter, Hyunjin between his legs, their lips locked in a deep kiss that has Chan’s throat drying up.

Felix and Jeongin are sitting awfully close together too, Jeongin practically in Felix’s lap, but they pull apart to stand when they see Chan and Minho arrive.

Changbin whistles. “There’s our captain!”

Hyunjin and Jisung pull away from each other, Hyunjin twisting in Jisung’s arms but not pulling away at all so that he can see.

Felix gives an appreciative hum before putting a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder and saying, “We talked it over, and doesn’t it make sense for Jeonginnie to have the first go? After all, he did pitch the best he has all season tonight~”

Minho laughs from behind Chan, letting his hands fall and settle on Chan’s hips, “That sounds fair to me. What do you say, captain?”

“Yeah,” Chan breathes out, nearly cutting Minho off in his haste. “I’d like that very much.”

Jeongin grins triumphantly, and Jisung calls out, “Give us a show then, captain!”

There’s responding shouts and whoops, Changbin whistling loudly as Chan is ushered towards Jeongin, who has shifted away from Felix to give Chan more room, but he doesn’t stand. Instead, Jeongin motions for Chan to slide onto his lap, which he does.

Minho is there, a soft hand curled over Chan’s shoulder, and he leans down to kiss at Chan’s neck. While mouthing at the smooth skin there he murmurs, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“What’s your safeword baby?”

Chan answers without hesitation. “Ducky.”

Minho gives him a rewarding kiss on the lips. When he pulls away he tilts Chan’s head back so that their eyes meet. “That’s right. Nonverbal sign?”

“Three snaps,” Chan answers, snapping his fingers as soon as the words leave his mouth.

“Mhmm. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Chan says, eyes flickering to Jeongin, “please.”

Jeongin grins, taking that as his sign to begin. This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this with Chan and Minho. But it is his first time doing it in front of everyone else. Rather than feeling exposed or nervous, Jeongin can feel a hot pit in his core, like everyone’s eyes are tracing fire through his veins.

It’s exhilarating.

Lifting his hands, Jeongin starts by tracing them down Chan’s abdomen, appreciating the smooth skin and firm muscle. Chan is beautiful, Jeongin’s always thought that. When they’d first met, Jeongin never would have guessed that they would end up here. But fuck, if he wasn’t happy they did.

When his hands slide around to Chan’s ass, he lifts Chan up just a bit before letting a finger trail down to his hole. It’s already slick with lube and Jeongin presses a finger inside. Chan gasps, his hands moving to Jeongin’s shoulder to grip him tightly.

“Are you all ready for me captain?” Jeongin asks, voice low.

Chan nods eagerly, dropping his hips to grind down lightly against Jeongin’s crotch. It elicits a groan from him and Jeongin bites his lip, head tilting back in pleasure when Chan does it again and again.

Chan’s cock is already hard, the combined friction of Jeongin’s pants and the burn of everyone else’s eyes on them has fire licking at his skin. Chan takes initiative, reaching down to Jeongin’s belt and unlatching it with deft fingers. Jeongin’s still got his uniform on, dirt clinging to his clothes and his jersey smudged with orange.

Chan leans in to kiss at Jeongin’s neck, not missing the smell of sweat and dirt clinging to Jeongin. It all feels so exhilarating and Chan can’t get enough of it.

Jeongin lifts his hips once Chan is finished, helping slide his pants down far enough to free his semi-hard cock. Chan closes a hand around Jeongin’s length, still rutting against his thigh where he can as he pumps his hand. Jeongin groans, glancing down to take in the sight of Chan’s small hand, not nearly large enough to fit over Jeongin’s cock completely.

The snap of a cap opening catches both of their attention, and they look up to see Minho with the lube. He doesn’t say anything as he drizzles lube over Chan’s still moving hand but he does give them a sly smile.

They stay that way for a little, Jeongin bucking up into Chan’s hand and dropping his head forward to kiss up Chan’s throat now. The slick sound of Chan’s hand moving up and down over Jeongin’s cock fills the room, only accompanied by the low thrum of music that was turned down as soon as Chan and Minho had entered.

Felix, who is still seated beside them on the couch shifts a little, letting out a low moan, “Fuck, you guys are hot.”

Chan looks over and sees Felix sliding his own cock free and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight. While he’s distracted Jeongin gives a particularly hard nip to Chan’s neck, eliciting a hiss of pain from him.

“C’mon then, let’s give them a show,” Jeongin hums, and Chan nods eagerly.

The rest of the boys respond with various cheers and wolf whistles as Chan shifts his knees forward, lining Jeongin’s cock up with his hole before slowly, slowly sliding down. He gasps at the stretch, hands balling themselves in Jeongin’s jersey.

Jeongin moans at the tightness that envelops him, gripping roughly at Chan’s hips in return.

Minho coos behind them, encouraging, “There you go, take him all the way in, baby.”

Chan whines, hips stuttering before finally he’s all the way down, full and hot and, oh it feels so good. He doesn’t waste any time, lifting himself up and then back down, bouncing in Jeongin’s lap and letting out breathy moans as he does.

“Fuck, Chan,” Hyunjin hisses from across the room, it’s followed by him letting out a soft moan, and Chan can only guess that Changbin has something to do with that.

Another pair of hands finds their way to Chan’s hips and Chan tilts his head back to see that Jisung has made his way over, now aiding in Chan’s movements. Jisung grins slyly, forcing Chan to move harder, faster, and Chan wants more, more, more.

He doesn’t realize he’s actually panting out loud for more until Jeongin chuckles at him breathlessly. “More? Are you sure, captain?”

“Yes! Please,” Chan begs, head already beginning to feel fuzzy around the edges. Jeongin is intoxicating. All of his boys are, and oh god they’re all watching, watching as he falls apart after barely anything. The thought of just how fucked out of his mind he’ll be by the end of the night has Chan pistoning his hips just a little faster.

Jeongin laughs again, using a hand to shoo Jisung away just briefly before he’s sliding his arms underneath Chan.

Chan gasps, arms scrambling to wrap around Jeongin as he’s picked up and suddenly he’s in the air, held up by Jeongin’s arms as Jeongin fucks up into him.

“Oh god,” Chan whimpers, completely out of control and unable to do anything but let Jeongin use him, hold him.

Changbin laughs loudly across the room, and Chan has a feeling he and Jeongin have done this before. They’re certainly the only ones strong enough to do something like this and it makes Chan feel dizzy with want.

“How’s this, captain?” Jeongin pants, voice rough and breathless and beautiful.

“Good, so good, oh fuck, Innie.” Chan dissolves into moans and cries, babbling out his pleasure.

Jeongin’s grip is bruising where his fingers dig into the skin of Chan’s thighs. He grunts with effort as his thrusts become sloppier and less coordinated.

Gentle hands slide over Chan’s back, helping hold Chan just barely so that Jeongin can thrust harder. Chan reaches up to pull Jeongin into a messy kiss, letting their tongues slide against each other, swallowing each other’s noises with fever.

Minho’s voice is soft in Chan’s ear, but loud enough for Jeongin to hear too, “Go ahead, fill him up, he wants it.”

Jeongin groans, giving one, two, three more thrusts before stilling, his cock buried deep inside of Chan as he releases. Chan moans at the feeling of sticky warmth, breaking the kiss to drop his forehead to Jeongin’s shoulder, chest heaving and cock aching.

Minho helps Jeongin lower Chan to the ground. Chan sighs as Jeongin’s cock slips out of him, and he shudders at the feeling of cum dripping down his thighs. His legs are shaking terribly, and he keeps his grip on Jeongin’s shoulders to keep from sinking down to the floor.

Jeongin’s voice is all too pleased as he asks, “Who’s next?”

“Me!” Jisung’s voice rings, before anyone else can say anything, and Chan sees some of the others roll their eyes light-heartedly. He can’t help but laugh quietly himself.

Already near, Jisung makes his way to Chan, eyes bright and smile wide. He practically shoves Chan onto the couch, clumsily helping him onto all fours with his head towards Felix. From this angle Chan can see everyone but Jisung clearly.

Changbin has his arms wrapped around Hyunjin, his hand rubbing over the bulge in Hyunjin’s pants. Seungmin is watching closely from his spot on a barstool, not touching himself yet, but Chan can see that his pants are tight. Minho has moved towards the side with Jeongin, arm wrapped around the younger boy as they watch with keen eyes.

Chan is barely settled before Jisung’s cock is sliding into him and he gasps, arms trembling at the sudden intrusion. He nearly falls forward, but Jisung has a tight grip on his hips, and he starts moving immediately, always the impatient one.

Not that Chan minds. Not when Jisung is angling his thrusts perfectly to hit that sensitive spot deep inside of him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jisung says, draping his back over Chan so that he’s barely pulling his cock out, simply rutting into Chan over and over, keeping his cock deep. Chan hangs his head, already feeling exhaustion pull at his limbs.

They’ve barely even started and he already feels so fucked out, so dirty and used, and yet he still wants more.

A hand cards delicately through Chan’s hair, and he leans into the touch, tilting his head up he looks through his bangs at Felix. Felix, who’s other hand is lazily pumping his cock and smiling at him so sweetly.

“You know how much I love your mouth, Channie. Don’t you think I’ve earned it?”

Jisung doesn’t let Chan answer before he’s cackling, pushing himself up and giving an extra hard thrust that has Chan’s knees sliding forward and Chan practically falls into Felix’s lap.

“Let’s see that pretty mouth at work, captain!” Jisung jeers.

Chan can feel heat rising to his cheeks when the rest of the boys laugh. Felix’s hand in his hair tightens enough to pull his head up, angling his neck so that his mouth is pressed against Felix’s length.

He parts his lips, kissing and suckling at the shaft, but it’s difficult to coordinate with Jisung pushing and pulling his body. Felix must be able to tell, because he teases, “Awe, is it too much? Here let me help.”

With that he yanks Chan’s hair hard enough to have tears spring to his eyes as he gasps at the sudden pain.

“Open wide~”

Felix pushes Chan down again, forcing Chan to swallow down his cock. It’s fast, and Chan gags at the sudden fullness in his throat. There’s more laughing and teasing coos, but Chan struggles to focus on that because his mind is being bombarded with how much he loves this.

Felix tugs at his hair, moving him up and down on his cock like a toy while Jisung plows into him from behind. It’s chaotic and messy, but Chan loves it. A loud smack rings through the air, and Chan jolts at the sting on his ass, moaning at the pain.

Jisung chuckles gleefully, “Who would ever think our strong, fearless captain is such a whore. Look at you, you’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?”

It isn’t really a question, not when it’s so obvious, but Chan still gurgles around Felix’s cock in response. When he figures that won’t get his point across he switches to pathetically shifting his hips, trying to push back against Jisung’s cock as much as possible.

Jisung laughs, smacking his ass again before picking up the pace. Chan’s hands flounder before finding purchase, one against the arm of the couch just past Felix, and the other clawing into Felix’s thigh.

“Deep breath, Channie,” Felix hums, patting Chan’s head like a dog before burying his hand deep in Chan’s curls. Chan does as he’s told and Felix doesn’t make him wait long. Felix grips Chan’s hair tight before pushing his head all the way down and holding him there.

Chan gags, tears leaking from his eyes and his throat spasms in protest, but he moans loud enough for everyone to hear. His spit pools in his cheeks and leaks past his lips, soaking Felix’s balls. Felix holds him there and Chan is helpless. Jisung doesn’t let up one bit through the ordeal.

Felix lightly bucks his hips up, but he doesn’t loosen his grip at all, keeping Chan trapped. Chan’s head feels light now. His nails must be painful where they’re tearing at Felix’s thigh, even despite the fact that Felix still has his uniform pants on.

Chan overwhelmed with just Felix, Felix Felix, the slight musk of his crotch, the fullness in Chan’s mouth, the heady taste of his cock bulging in his throat. Chan thinks he might pass out.

Finally, Felix pulls Chan up and off of his cock. Chan sputters and coughs, his hands instinctively coming up to his mouth to wipe at the mess of spit and precum on his chin. His hand doesn’t get very far, Jisung reaches forward to grab his wrist, pulling his arm back and pinning it to the small of his back.

“Nope! C’mon captain, you know how much I like it when you’re all messy~”

Chan whines dumbly, not struggling at all against Jisung. He’s barely caught his breath before Felix is cooing at him again.

“One more time, Channie, you can do it.”

And then his head is being shoved back down, his throat full and his eyes watering.

Chan can hear Hyunjin and Changbin moving off to the side, but he doesn’t have any ability to see them. He can’t see anything really, other than Felix’s cock and the worn navy cushions of his couch. He distantly thinks about how many stains they’re about to make on the couch, but that thought doesn’t linger long. Not when Jisung curses under his breath behind him.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Jisung groans, not slowing his pace at all. Felix grunts too, his hips pushing just that much quicker up into Chan’s mouth.

Jisung cums first, his hips stilling against Chan’s ass and letting out a pretty moan that has Chan’s toes curling. Jisung stays inside of him, releasing Chan’s wrist so that his hand can snake down under Chan and grip at his swollen cock.

It sends a shock of pleasure through Chan. He hadn’t realized how close to the edge he was, but now with Jisung pumping at his cock he knows he won’t last long. He whines in the back of his throat to try and warn him, but Felix isn’t letting up and so in almost no time he’s cumming over Jisung’s hand in heavy spurts.

He shakes through his orgasm, still gagging around Felix’s cock desperately. And finally, with a curse Felix falls over the edge too, cumming down Chan’s throat with a loud moan. He pulls Chan up off of his cock, before reaching down to pump the last of his release over Chan’s tear soaked face.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Felix murmurs, dragging his cock over Chan’s face to smear the mess around.

Chan is still shaking when Jisung’s hand leaves his cock. He doesn’t even question when a hand is presented in front of his face. Leaning forward he licks at the white stickiness that coats Jisung’s hand.

Felix and Jisung let out twin moans at the sight of Chan’s pink tongue collecting every drop of his own release.

“Christ,” Changbin whispers, and Chan blinks dazedly up at him as he licks the last bit of cum off of Jisung’s hand. He can see Changbin and Hyunjin have been busy. They’ve both lost their pants and Changbin has a hand on each of their cocks.

“Seems like it’s Binnie’s turn then, hm?” Seungmin says, still poised and dressed where he’s sitting at the kitchen counter. The only notion that any of this is affecting him is the ignored bulge in his pants. Minho and Jeongin have moved closer to him, Jeongin draped over Minho’s back and Minho watching everything carefully.

Changbin smirks, leaning to nuzzle at Hyunjin’s throat, “What do you say, Jinnie, want to help me take care of our precious captain?”

Hyunjin can’t take his eyes off of Chan’s shaking form, enchanted with the flushed cheeks, quivering muscles, and the desperate look in Chan’s eyes.

“Yeah,” He breathes out finally, moving towards Chan. Changbin follows close behind.

Felix and Jisung have relocated towards the arm chair, not bothering to cover themselves up as they settle in to watch the new scene unfold.

Hyunjin kneels down next to Chan, cupping his cheeks and lifting his face so that their eyes meet. Chan looks beautiful like this, Hyunjin thinks. It suits him so well, being dazed and disgusting.

“Poor Channie, did they make a mess out of you?”

Chan licks his lips, swallowing thickly. He can’t tell what Hyunjin is playing at yet. Hyunjin is always a bit of a wild card, having varying interests and desires from one day to the next. Excitement pools in Chan’s stomach, and he can’t help but whimper quietly when Hyunjin reaches a hand down to trace over Chan’s spent cock.

Hyunjin coos, helping Chan change positions so that he’s laying on his back, one leg propped up on the back of the couch and the other bent up towards his chest, exposing his hole to the room. Changbin is watching over Hyunjin’s shoulder as Hyunjin presses two fingers into Chan’s wet hole.

Cum oozes out over his fingers, and Chan drops his head back against the couch cushions, letting out a low sound as Hyunjin spreads and prods his fingers.

“So messy…” Hyunjin murmurs, pulling his fingers out and inspecting them, watching the cum stick to his fingers like a spiderweb. He holds them out towards Chan. “Clean this up.”

Chan shakily props himself up on his elbows to do as he’s told, taking the fingers into his mouth and sucking.

Hyunjin smiles, cooing at Chan as his tongue works around his fingers. It’s adorable. How easily Chan falls into this role.

“You’re so pretty, captain,” Hyunjin praises, “You’re always so good for us, hm?”

Chan moans around the fingers in his mouth and Changbin makes a strangled noise behind Hyunjin.

“Do you want Binnie to fuck you?”

Chan’s eyes flutter and his head moves in a minute nod, foggy and too distracted to give a proper answer. That won’t do. Hyunjin pulls his fingers free and gives Chan a firm slap on the cheek.

“I asked you a question.”

Chan gasps, lips trembling and eyes hooded when he answers, “Yes, yes please. Binnie, Hyunjinnie, please.”

Hyunjin hums, “There’s a good boy. C’mon Changbinnie, let's give our captain a reward for being so good.”

Changbin isn’t keen on wasting any time, so he’s quick to press in close. He takes Hyunjin’s place between Chan’s legs, his cock already out. He gives a few half-hearted thrusts against Chan’s exposed hole, not penetrating but simply teasing, rubbing at him.

Chan whines, high and needy, his arms finding purchase on the couch cushion, but he bites his tongue to keep from begging. He’s a good boy afterall.

“Fuck,” Changbin grunts, reaching a hand down to line himself up with Chan’s hole and then slow, steady he’s pushing inside. Chan’s head falls back and he lets out a low moan. Hyunjin is behind him then, hands trailing down to rest on Changbin’s hips as he begins thrusting, needy and strung-out noises escaping his lips.

“Look at you, taking Binnie so well,” Hyunjin coos, and both Chan and Changbin let out twin moans at the velvet voice.

Changbin can’t keep patient for long, gripping at Chan’s hips as his thrusts gain speed, pulling almost all the way out before snapping against Chan’s ass. It’s addicting, the feel of his captain tight around his cock paired with the soft touches of Hyunjin behind him. He’s in heaven between the two of them.

If Changbin weren’t so lost in how good everything feels he’d be embarrassed by how close he already is. But as it is, he can’t help it. It only takes another minute of frantic thrusts before he’s releasing, making another mess out of Chan.

Chan whines, his sore cock unsatisfyingly half-hard and his hips twitching with the want for more, more, more.

Hyunjin catches on fast. “Poor baby, was Binnie’s little cock not enough?”

Changbin doesn’t take offense, if anything his ears tinge red as he moves out of the way for Hyunjin.

Chan nods distractedly, probably not even fully processing the words before he’s begging, “More, please, Jinnie, please more.”

Hyunjin clicks his tongue. “So greedy.”

In one fluid motion, Hyunjin slides between Chan’s legs. Chan, ever eager, lifts his hips and Hyunjin laughs, fucking laughs, at him.

“I always forget what a whore you can be, captain.”

And he’s sliding inside. Chan gasps at the sudden fullness, and then lets out a loud shout when Hyunjin sets a fast pace, much faster than Chan had anticipated. A hand winds its way into his curls and yanks. He yelps, mouth dropping open dumbly as his body is jostled. His arms feel weak, he can feel himself shaking with effort, fighting not to simply give out.

“Awe, he’s crying~” Jisung coos mockingly and Chan realizes it’s true. His breaths are coming out in ragged half-sobs, tears dripping down over his lips, adding to the salty taste of cum on his tongue.

“Thought you wanted more, Channie. Was that a lie? Is it too much?” Hyunjin’s voice is rough and uneven in Chan’s ear, grunting intermittently. Chan can’t stop looking at Hyunjin, barely even realizes he’s been spoken to because Hyunjin is just so beautiful like this; lean muscles flexing and long, golden hair matted to his forehead with sweat.

“Well?” Hyunjin punctuates it with a rough thrust that has Chan seeing stars.

“Nuh-no! Not! Not too much,” Chan pants, tongue lulling out of his mouth before he can pull himself together enough to speak again, “Love it, love your cock, s-so big, oh fuck.”

There’s laughter around the room and Hyunjin beams with pride, “That right? Gonna make you too loose for Seung and Minnie? Leave your hole gaping for more?”

Chan whines at the thought, it’s laughable how riled up the words make him.

“Please, please touch me—” Chan moans, and Hyunjin scoffs.

“You’ve already cum once, aren’t you being greedy asking for more?”

Chan shakes his head petulantly, hips jerking up helplessly and his hands twitch at his sides, almost daring to reach to touch himself. But he doesn’t.

Felix’s voice is merciful, “C’mon Jinnie, this is our captain’s reward too~”

Hyunjin clicks his tongue, but his lips pull up into a fond smile. His hand migrates from Chan’s hair down his abdomen, before gently circling around his cock. “You’re right Lixie. Our pretty little captain should cum a lot more tonight.”

Chan feels light-headed with pleasure. Hyunjin’s large hand covers his cock completely and with what little energy he has he’s bucking up into the tight fist. Hyunjin doesn’t let up on his punishing pace on Chan’s ass, keen on fucking Chan through the cushions.

It’s so much, almost too much. Chan’s cock is sensitive from his first orgasm, but it’s so good. He’s babbling nonsense by the time Hyunjin’s hips start to falter, his rhythm falling into something tinged with desperation.

Chan falls apart quicker, hands shooting up to grip at Hyunjin’s shoulders as he falls over the edge. His nails dig into Hyunjin’s skin and his back arches up off the couch as he cums over Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin can’t handle the way Chan tightens up even further around his dick and he too finds his release, letting his cum mix with the rest of the mess deep inside of Chan.

Both of them are breathing heavily, Chan’s body shiny with an even layer of sweat and Hyunjin’s chest heaving after the intense scene. He’s slow pulling out, watching the way Chan’s puffy hole clings to him before finally his cock slips free. Chan’s hole twitches at the emptiness and Hyunjin watches, mesmerized as white dribbles down Chan’s silky skin.

Changbin peers over Hyunjin’s shoulder to see and curses under his breath, “Fuck that’s so hot.”

Chan’s legs twitch, just barely as if he’s going to close his legs, maybe hide, but he knows better. Despite how embarrassing it is to have so much attention focused on such a sensitive part of him a red hot streak of pride runs through him.

“Can’t believe I’m sticking my dick in something so gross,” Seungmin mumbles, and Chan dazedly notices that he’s moved from his spot on the barstool so that he’s next to the couch now.

His nose is scrunched up looking at Chan’s abused hole, and his eyes are mean when he looks up to meet Chan’s gaze.

“Do you want it? I’m not sure if you’re worth it, seeing how disgusting and loose you already are,” Seungmin says, a hand finding its way to his hip and Chan could fucking cry. Seungmin can’t back out, Chan needs this.

“I-I’m still tight! Please Seung, please fuck me!”

Seungmin feigns contemplation and asks, “Why should I?”

Chan licks his lips, tries to wrack his brain to figure out what he could possibly offer but he’s so out of it, all he knows is that he needs more.

“I’ll do anything! Please!”

Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “Anything?”

Chan nods, wiggling his hips and shakily propping himself up on his elbows.

Seungmin smirks, and makes a small gesture at Hyunjin urging him to move out of the way. Hyunjin goes easily and Seungmin takes his place, but instead of moving between Chan’s legs he simply takes a seat on the couch.

“Then come here and work for it, hm?”

It takes a moment for Chan to realize what Seungmin is asking of him, but once it clicks he scrambles to obey. He cringes when he sits up and a gush of cum slides down his thighs. Carefully, shakily, he straddles Seungmin’s lap, grateful that Seungmin at least did the work of getting his cock out of his pants. Chan seriously doubts he could have gotten his hands steady enough to do that.

He bites his lip as he positions himself, reaching a hand behind himself to line Seungmin’s cock up with his hole and then he’s sinking down. Seungmin hums at the wetness that surrounds him and Chan lets out a small whimper at the feeling of being filled once again.

Chan looks up at Seungmin from under his bangs, trying to catch any expression the younger lets slip as he starts a steady pace, but Seungmin has always had a good poker face. He smiles at Chan placatingly, leaning back and giving an expectant nod at Chan.

“Is this all you can do?”

So that’s how it’ll be, Chan thinks. He tries to pick up the pace on his own, but his limbs feel like jello. He can’t help it that he’s already been fucked boneless! How does Seungmin expect him to do anything more than this!

Chan huffs in annoyance, gripping at Seungmin’s shoulders to try and pull himself up and down faster but it’s frustrating not being able to move like he wants to. After a few minutes of trying and failing to set a decent pace Chan drops his face into Seungmin’s neck with a loud whine.

“I-I can’t! Please help me, Seungminnie.”

“Hm, this is all it takes for our big strong captain to fall apart?” Minho’s voice is soft and pretty behind Chan and Chan’s breath hitches when he feels gentle hands ghosting over his back.

Chan starts to respond, to argue, but Minho cuts him off, “That’s ok, baby. You’ve been so good for us tonight, you just need a little help, that’s all, right?”

Chan blinks, tilts his head back to look at Minho who is smiling at him disarmingly. If Chan were any less gone he’d realize Minho is playing at something, but he’s so desperate that he doesn’t stop to think twice.

“Please Minnie, please help me. W-wanna make Seungminnie feel good too…”

Minho smiles, leaning forward to kiss Chan’s lips lightly, “Ok, I’ll help you, how’s that baby?”

Chan lights up at the thought, nodding eagerly and Minho’s smile widens. “Good, now you just stay right there.”

Minho pushes Chan forward so that his front is pressed up against Seungmin’s completely.

He jumps when fingers brush at his already stretched out entrance. The sound of the lube bottle squirting hits his ears again and then— oh.

A finger slips in alongside Seungmin’s dick and Chan hasn’t been fucked like this before, not by two actual people, but he and Minho had been experimenting this way with dildos for some time now.

“Oh god,” Chan squeaks out, his nails digging into Sengmin’s shoulders even deeper when a second finger finds its way inside.

“Shh, relax baby,” Minho’s voice is soothing, so beautiful, Chan takes a deep breath, does as he’s told. Minho will never hurt him, Minho is going to make him feel so good, is going to help him make Seungmin feel so good.

It’s some time before Minho is pushing another finger in and Chan can hear slick noises somewhere else in the room. He realizes someone else is trying to get off again, but he can’t pay any attention to that, not when Minho’s fingers slip free and there’s the sound of more lube squirting out of the bottle.

Seungmin’s hands reach down to cup Chan’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart and Chan gasps when the head of Minho’s cock presses against the tight ring of muscle. The initial burn of Minho pressing inside has Chan seeing white, but oh fuck.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chan whimpers, making little punched out noises with ever inch Minho manages to stuff inside of him.

“You’re so hard, captain,” Seungmin murmurs in his ear and Chan’s vision is filled with stars when Seungmin’s hand wraps around his sensitive cock where it’s trapped between their bodies.

Minho groans behind him, his chest pressed flush to Chan’s now that he’s bottomed out and he whispers in Chan’s ear, “I’m all the way in Channie, how’s it feel?”

Chan’s brain is still short-circuiting. “G-good, good, so-so full, oh my god, Minho.”

“Poor baby, won’t be able to walk for days, isn’t that right? Gonna be limping at practice, all the others will notice, will know that you’re more than just a catcher on the field. The team’s breeding bitch,” Minho taunts and Chan whines.

“Don’t care,” He’s breathless. One hand stays latched onto Seungmin’s shoulder, the other flounders behind himself to grip at Minho’s thigh, “F-feels so good, fuck move, move please.”

Minho chuckles, “As you wish.”

Minho is the only one with full range of motion, but he doesn’t pull out too far, content to push back in short thrusts, matching with the way Seungmin bucks up into Chan. It draws delicious noises out of Chan, who’s dropped his cheek down onto Seungmin’s shoulder and is drooling dumbly. His eyes look empty and clouded over with pleasure and Minho can’t believe they’ve waited so long to do something like this.

Chan is impossibly tight around the two of them, and he can tell Seungmin is getting close already, and he is too. It’s a shame, because Minho wants this moment to last forever. He’s sure this moment will plague his dreams for months to come, the way Chan’s pale skin is flushed so beautifully, the way his hole twitches and stretches around two hard cocks.

Fucking perfect.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Seungmin grunts, gripping Chan’s hips tightly to bring him down on their cocks just a little bit harder, a little bit faster.

Minho can feel when Seungmin cums and, oh he hadn’t even considered that, feeling the way Seungmin’s cock spurts inside of Chan, the feeling of even more cum coating Chan’s insides and consequently Minho’s dick. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Please, please, please,” Chan is begging nonsensically. For what? Minho isn’t sure, but he’s positive that Chan is too far gone for any more teasing. And Chan’s earned a reward.

Minho snakes a hand between Chan and Seungmin, finding Seungmin’s hand is already pumping at Chan’s cock. That explains it.

Minho changes trajectory, bringing his hands up to find the rosy buds of Chan’s nipples. Chan jerks in his hold, letting out a pitiful moan at the sensation of his nipples being played with. Not once does his begging stop.

Minho can’t hold on much longer, dropping his head forward to mouth along Chan’s neck as he finally cums. It’s gross and hot at the same time, the way cum rushes over his own dick and down Chan’s thighs. But fuck, it’s all worth it when he watches Chan shake through his third orgasm, eyes rolling into the back of his head and jaw slack.

Beautiful.

Neither Minho nor Seungmin move for a moment, letting Chan regain his breath before gently lifting his hips. Chan gives a soft noise of protest, his eyes fluttering as Minho slowly, slowly eases his cock free. Chan gasps when Minho’s cock comes free and Minho immediately moves to shushing and coddling him.

“Good boy, oh Channie, you did so well, c’mon let’s get off of Seungminnie, hm?”

Chan pouts, head still cushioned on Seungmin’s shoulder. “Comfy.”

There’s light laughter in the room and it’s so different from the other bouts of laughter that have surrounded Chan this evening. It’s fond and loving and his heart feels so full hearing it. He buries his head further into Seungmin’s shoulder.

“No, gross, Chan you’re getting cum on me!” Seungmin complains and there’s more laughter, gleeful and mischievous and so characteristic of his boys.

His boys, Chan thinks. He finally lets Minho pull him up and off of Seungmin. His legs are shaking and he would cringe at the mixture of fluids trailing down his legs, but he can’t make himself care about that right now.

“C’mon Channie, let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll come back, yeah?”

Chan nods distractedly, taking a mental note of where everyone is in the room.

Seungmin is fussing over his shirt on the couch, Hyunjin and Changbin near him, each snickering quietly at Seungmin’s expense. Jisung has migrated to the kitchen to pour himself another drink while Jeongin and Felix are squashed together on the armchair, and somehow Jeongin is the one curled up on Felix’s lap despite being so much taller and broader.

All his boys are happy and accounted for.

He looks back to Minho, who catches his eye. The swell of affection Chan had been feeling increases ten-fold.

He’d do anything for his boys.