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Chan was still out, picking up some of the things they needed for Minho’s magic meatloaf.
It was supposed to be a good night in, everyone agreeing to be home in time to watch a movie together like they used to. Things had been hectic, even more so than usual because no one was available at the same time anymore.
It had interfered with everything- but mostly, it had strained their already difficult relationships.
It was no secret that the maknaes ran a lot of the show. They joked around and put up with their annoying hyungs, but a large portion of it was just for play.
Jeongin was in charge at home for a reason.
“Channie? You said you would be twenty minutes tops?” the youngest quizzed as soon as he walked back through the door and set the ingredients on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, sorry. I forgot something at the studio too so I had to pass by there and grab it.”
“Okay…”
He didn’t leave time to discuss anything, already walking off through another room and switching out of his day clothes.
“Yes! Channie’s back! He can help us break the tie for which movie we watch!” Felix yelled.
“Yeah maybe. Hey Chan?” Jeongin asked, following into the room behind him.
“Yeah?”
“On your knees for a moment.”
The elder spun around- shirtless but still in slacks. “Innie-“
“No bratty behavior please I’m not in the mood to play.” The darker-haired snipped, pushing up his sleeves.
‘Neither am I’ Chan thought with a sigh. He didn’t voice it or hesitate- dropping easily to a kneel.
Jeongin approached and ran fingers through his tangled hair, stepping behind him to start massaging his shoulders and neck.
Chan’s skin pebbled with gooseflesh. He moaned completely by accident, not realizing how much he’d needed the work over.
“Yeah. You’re very good Channie.”
“Thank you Ins.” he whispered back, letting his head cant to the side in pleasure.
“Usually.”
Chan tensed. “Innie.”
“Wrong name for the occasion.”
“Master?”
“That’s a good boy.” More rubbing, it was difficult not to succumb to the pressure, the delicious feeling of his hands kneading into the tight tissue. But if he was asking for him to use the house name, then there was something he’d done- either very wrong or very right.
“I’m disappointed in you Channie.”
He failed in holding back yet another moan. “Why master?”
“You said 20 minutes. At the most. When you tell me something, it better be the truth. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“No cumming tonight.” He squeezed him once more and walked out.
Chan groaned into his fist, hating his bodily responses. Just at the order he’d grown hard. He was always so easy to rile up. Hopefully they wouldn’t be fucking Minho later. It was possibly the only thing that might test his willpower.
Seungmin had been edging the poor dancer for months.
Months.
At least three full months in total, if his memory served him right.
He’d gotten in trouble- which was uncommon. Minho was the perfect sub. Even with his teasing glares and filthy mouth.
But it was so bad now, he often got aroused when any of them so much as touched him. Which was perfect for Seungmin’s increasingly evil plan because then he placed a no-touching rule on the elder.
It was difficult to stick to. Minho was one of those submissives you wanted to grab whenever you were near them. His skin was tender, soft. And he made the most endearing little noises.
Chan stood shakily and finished changing. He could hear Han calling everyone together to start mixing ingredients. Minho was in an apron already, hair pulled away from his face with a headband.
The entire group was in casual sweatsuits of varying colors, comfortable and clean. Chan slotted himself into the rhythm and got caught up cooking and cleaning. They served plates to everyone and set up on the couch and floor, Chan breaking the movie tie with a smirk.
“You know I love a classic.” He said over the booing and cheering.
They snuggled into piles of two and three. Jeongin in the center of the couch with Felix and Minho on either side- Seungmin and Chan cuddled on the floor to the left and Changbin and Jisung wrapped around Hyunjin on the right.
The movie was good. Packed with action just like the younger men preferred. When it ended, no one stood right away to flip the lights on, enjoying the quiet and the dark. Chan was practically drifting off to sleep in Seungmin’s embrace when he heard something.
It was breathing.
Heavy.
He opened his eyes to find the source and caught Seungmin biting his lip and staring up at the couch. The elder followed his gaze.
It was Minho. He was trying to be quiet as Innie flicked his nipples through his clothes. They were peaking even through the thicker fabric of his sweatshirt. And he was hard.
Felix stared, smiling every time the elder’s breathing got louder.
Soon there came a whisper. “Master… please.”
“Oh fuck.” Han muttered, his attention now zeroed in on them as well.
Seungmin crawled up and wedged himself behind Minho, pulling at the joints of his elbows and pressing thin knees into his back. The effect had his chest bulging from the sweater, adding an arch in his spine.
“Ah please. Please…”
“Please what?” Felix asked, kneeling between his legs, one hand kneading into each thigh.
“Please don’t tease me I can’t take it.”
Seungmin chuckled, kissing along his stretched shoulder. “Are you really going to ruin three months of progress?”
“Nuh-no I just…”
“No more talking bunny. Open your mouth for Changbin.”
Bin was crawling up from the floor and sitting on the arm rest. He moved the elder between his knees with a hand on the back of his head. Seungmin’s smile widened even further as his neck stretched to accommodate the unnatural angle, only releasing his tight hold enough for him to reach.
They all practically sighed at the sound of his mouth sliding over him, imagining Minho’s perfect lips stretched over Changbin’s equally perfect dick.
“I want to see closer.” Hyunjin whispered, still knelt on the floor.
Innie glared down at him, one hand back to teasing Minho’s chest. “Are you sorry for over-practicing this week?”
“Yes.” Hyunjin startled at the answering hum and corrected himself. “Yes Master.”
“And do you regret teasing Minho in the bathroom at work?” his voice was several octaves lower, expressing how terrible of a crime it had been.
The tall dancer gulped, sliding an inch nearer on his knees. “Master… he needs to- uh… he’s suffering.”
“And you felt bad for him, hmmm?”
He nodded, long hair hiding his eyes.
Chan was a little lost, eyes glued to Seungmin’s mean and mirthful grin, the tight grip of his pale hands on Minho’s elbows. He wasn’t aware that something had happened at work- but it did make more sense why the youngest seemed to have no patience for anything.
He’d apparently been cross at all of them.
Minho chose that moment to groan, the sound stilted and hushed around Changbin’s girth. He was thrusting up against the tightness of his stretched-out pants and it looked like he might be able to get off from the light fabric’s friction alone.
Felix smirked and pressed the dancer’s knees far apart, hindering the movement.
“Nuh-“ he tried to speak. Bin rolled his eyes at the vibration over his length, lifting his hips with a hand on the armrest and one in Minho’s thick dark hair.
“Please Master-“ and the rapper rarely sounded so desperate “he’s ugh- fuck. He’s being so damn good, can I cum?”
“Well that’s nice to hear.” Jeongin muttered, sparing the two a glance before locking his sharp eyes back on Hyunjin. “But no. You fuck his mouth until I say you can stop, and you better not finish without approval.”
Bin’s thrusts stuttered, he moved the hand in Minho’s hair back to the armrest and let his head fall back. “Ahh I don’t know… I’m so close.”
“That’s nice Binnie. Stay close.”
An answering groan, sharp intakes of breath every time the dancer’s head dipped down. He screwed his face up and held out.
Chan was standing now, hard himself but knowing he wasn’t going to be allowed anything. The dominant side of him knew that rules were meant to be followed- but the sub in him longed to break them, experience a double pleasure. Getting what he wanted and getting it without permission.
“Channie?”
“Yes Master?”
“Make yourself useful and hold our little Lee Know down.”
Seungmin slid out from behind him and the elder took his place, latching onto Minho’s elbows and pulling them back, his knees a solid wedge at his spine- keeping it arched.
Jeongin tilted his head “Hyunjin. Take Felix’s place.”
The tall dancer seemed skeptical, but he knelt in-between Minho’s legs, holding the same position the freckled had- keeping his knees far apart.
“Blow him. Like you did on Tuesday.”
“Master-“
“I don’t recall asking for a debate.”
They stared each other down, only Changbin’s wounded whimpering interrupting the silence.
Suddenly Hyunjin pulled the shorter free, his length an angry red, wet with precum and practically pulsing in his hand.
“AUHM!” Minho cried.
Bin cursed, pulling out and only pressing the head back between his lips. They resumed a much slower rhythm.
“Sorry hyung.” Hyunjin whispered before sucking him down.
Minho popped his mouth away. “AH! NAH! PLEASE- oh fuck please Innie- Minnie- Ha-AH! Han! Hannie PLEASE!” he’d tightened like an archer’s bow and Chan almost lost his grip as he thrashed. “LIX! AH Lixie, Lixie, let me!”
“No cumming. Or you’ll start from the beginning.” Seungmin whispered, walking around the back of the couch to cup his face. “I told you I’m going to break your bad habits.”
It must’ve taken an incredible strength. The urge to just unload in the taller’s tight throat was probably unimaginable, especially when he was so near to the edge- ready to tumble into an orgasm that was long overdue.
“S-stop then! PLEASE, Jinnie stop.”
Hyunjin slurped strongly, lifting up and away. They all watched him strain in the open air, his dick jumping, trying to seek out that warm space again.
“I want his clothes off. Bin, you’ve been the best this week- even with that extra hour at the gym I told you not to do. You can finish in his throat, but I want it mean.”
Changbin was already standing, and Chan barely had a second to move his knees out of the way as the younger forced Minho’s head back so that it rested against the leader’s chest. He started to thrust- hard and deep while Chan and Hyunjin pulled off Minho’s clothes.
He felt the dancer struggle initially before calming his instincts and relaxing into it. Chan had been on the receiving end of the shorter rapper’s dangerous hips. He did not envy Minho’s position at all.
“Master? I’m going to-“
“Go ahead Bin. Don’t let him taste any, he doesn’t deserve it.” Innie snipped, delicately running his fingers over the bulge in Minho’s throat.
Changbin came immediately, staying deep, watching him retch around the intrusion.
When he pulled away Chan clapped a hand over Minho’s mouth, helping him push past the need to vomit. It was a natural bodily reaction but Innie wouldn’t want him to.
When it passed he whispered his thanks, smiling under the leader’s palm.
“No breaks. Chan I want you to fuck him.”
His heart dropped.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t last. “Master?”
“Do it or I’ll have ‘Minnie do it instead.”
Minho whined just thinking about it. Seungmin’s sadistic streak was deep. “Chan, please.”
“Okay.”
Jeongin scooted to the side so he could watch them without having to turn his head, patting the inside of his leg like you would to get a dog into your lap. Hyunjin crawled up with a hard blush, laying his head down on the youngest’s hip.
Chan rocked Minho forward a little, making space to pull his own incredibly hard erection out of his confining underwear and pants. “Uh… lube Master?”
Those sharp eyes. Boy- he was really in a bad mood. “You want it to feel good even though neither of you are allowed to cum?”
“No Master.”
“You have spit in your mouth. Use it.”
“Yes Master.”
It was barely workable. Minho was just too tight- too turned on. He was riding Chan backwards, whimpering with every drop of his hips. “Channie…”
“Sorry. I’m sorry” with a wince he separated their bodies enough to spit down between them again, trying for some temporary relief.
“Ah-ah-ah!” now there was too much slide. He gripped Minho’s waist in an attempt to slow him, but touching all that heaving muscle, feeling the power in his movement- Chan found himself at his own edge and helping the younger man move over him.
“OH Fuck-“
“Channie-uhn!“ that high whine, they all knew it too well.
“Chan!” Innie barked and the leader froze. “I want him to be ruined, not teased. Why don’t any of you understand?” He sighed in disappointment. “Stand and watch Seungmin do it right.”
Seungmin grinned, ripping Minho up and away from him, bending the dancer over the armrest and shoving himself in. “Ah!”
Each thrust was deep, impactful. Chan winced at the power behind them but followed his order, tucking himself back into his pants and standing up to watch.
Innie stared for a minute before pulling out his own erection and guiding Hyunjin’s mouth over it. “Slow Jinnie. Just like that. Bin- put a few fingers in Felix while he shuts Lee Know up.” The dancer was moaning loudly and drooling over the cushion. It looked like he was putting all of his energy into not finishing.
Felix knelt in front of his face and thrusted far back in his throat, groaning happily at the resulting vibration and pressure. “He’s always so soft everywhere.” The freckled man cheerfully muttered.
“Yeah well, he did take training.” Innie murmured, eyes now locked to Changbin’s slick fingers sinking into Felix’s ass. Hyunjin whined and he focused down for a moment, annoyed at being disturbed. “You want to cum too I guess?”
“Please. Please.” Hyunjin whispered, mouth slick and friction-red.
“You can feed Lee Know after Felix is done.” They looked over, checking how close the freckled man was.
“More ‘Bin. AH! I said MORE, more fingers.” He whined, slow-fucking Minho’s throat and bouncing back over Changbin’s hand.
“Sorry ‘Lix. How’s that?” he whispered, sucking over his neck and leaving lightly pink marks that would disappear in a few minutes.
“Ahhh… yeah.”
Seungmin suddenly leaned forward, dragging Felix out from Changbin’s grip and sticking his tongue in his mouth.
Minho whined between them, stuffed full at either end and choking from the pressure.
“I want it mean ‘Lix. He doesn’t get to taste it.” Innie said, keeping Hyunjin from latching back onto his length by a grip in his long brown hair.
Felix separated their mouths on a drawn out moan, his skinny waist moving at what appeared to be an almost impossible speed. Changbin pressed his fingers deep, and tried to keep up. “Innie. Baby. Can I cum? Please? Please?” he whimpered, holding the elder’s face still with both hands. Chan noticed that his forehead and what he could see of Minho’s right cheek looked a little red.
“Go ahead.”
His movements were so quick, Chan felt like he could feel the impact reverberating through the couch and floor as he slammed his length even deeper. “GOD. YES. UHN!” he stayed there a moment, unloading down the dancer’s throat. When he pulled back the elder started wailing, skin so dark red it was almost purple.
Everything got very quiet. Even Seungmin paused, waiting for the maknae to decide what should happen. “Lee Know?”
Wild, irregular breathing and then “Yes?”
Jesus. His voice was ruined.
“Are you going to disappoint me?”
“Nuh-no.” even as he said it he wept harder “No Mas-ter I just couldn’t-uh breathe. Scared.”
Jeongin shoved Hyunjin to the floor and leaned forward. “You don’t need to breathe that much. You’re just a hole aren’t you? Until you can be perfect?”
“Yes Master.”
“Words. Pet.”
“I’m a hole until I can be perfect for you.”
“That’s right. Are you giving up before you’ve helped Hyunjin?”
Minho shook his head quickly, calming himself down. “No. I can take him.”
“That’s so good Lino. You’re making me so hard right now.”
The elder whined, wishing he could feel him. Seungmin resumed his previous pace, squirting a little lube between their bodies.
Jeongin glared down at Hyunjin and pressed him forward with a foot. “Do it right. Don’t make me punish you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His release was almost immediate, four hard thrusts into Minho’s throat and he was moaning, trying to push Jisung’s devilish hands away from his neck and waist.
Seungmin laughed, barely sweating “Me too? Can I finish Innie?”
“Of course. Squeeze his cock though. He loves the way you cum and it might push him over.”
Minho twisted frantically “No wait, not hard Seung-MIH!”
The younger already had a hand beneath him, and whatever he was doing seemed very painful. He was still laughing though, breathing with his mouth wide open and trying to see the elder’s face.
Chan felt arousal roll through his body, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Seungmin was cumming, slamming in harder than before, pressing Minho down, down, as he always did. It was like his nature peaked at the finish line, since he was always crueler during orgasm.
He pulled out and left the room.
“Innie? Can I- uh?” Jisung crept towards him on his knees. Placating. Maybe the maknae was in such a bad mood because EVERYONE had pissed him off.
“Only if you can do it mean like I want it.” He whispered, holding their eye contact.
Jisung gulped, looking over to see Minho’s state, the man shaky and collapsed over the armrest, not moving. “Uh. He seems to have been punished enough though.”
“And who decides that?”
“You do… but Ins-“
“No. He does not get to cum until he learns his lesson. Seungmin is in charge of his punishment. I will not argue with you over it.” He was so serious it almost killed the mood. But there was also something so enticing about the youngest’s bad attitude. He was such a happy person all the rest of the time that it came out less threatening than it sounded.
Jisung nodded, staring at Minho again. Gauging whether or not he could take more. They shared a closeness that most of the other men didn’t- and so the young rapper was often too soft on him. Chan suspected some of Seungmin’s jealousy stemmed from that.
“Minnie? I’m going to fuck your throat.”
“Hurts.” Minho whispered, his voice completely wrecked.
“I know baby. But you are doing so good. Huh?” he slipped thin, tan fingers through his hair, pressing it out of his face and lifting him by the chin to look into his eyes. “Can’t you tell how good you are?”
An answering whine. Seungmin was walking back in and they all held the secret unanimously, knowing he wouldn’t want anyone to give him any praise.
“I’m so hard for you. Can you open up?”
Minho whimpered but sucked him down, eyes tearing up at the feeling of him hitting the back of his throat.
“Oh thank you, thank you baby- yes. I’m so close. Been watching you all night.” He rocked his hips gently, the motion more like he was making love to his mouth rather than fucking it.
Innie let it slide for a minute and then he was kneeling behind him, growling into Jisung’s ear “Do it mean. Or we’ll fuck you instead.”
The speed picked up, he fisted a hand in Minho’s hair, leaned his own head back along Jeongin’s shoulder. “Sorry. Sorry Min-nuh! You feel so tight- hah- so fucking… mmph… I need to cum Innie. Can I?”
“Yes.”
“Ah God thank you!” he was deep, grinding down into his throat.
Chan stepped a little closer as Minho gagged around him. They all watched as he pulled free and the elder retched again, eyes watering so hard tears dripped down his face.
He controlled himself in time, breathing hard and collapsing against the armrest.
“Channie? Fuck him again while I feed him the last of his dinner.” The maknae demanded, moving Jisung gently out of his way.
“Master I don’t think I’ll last.” The leader tried, but the look he gave him shut his mouth.
He walked gently behind him, hearing Minho choke up as Jeongin shoved himself deeply into his throat.
Chan placed a hand on his hip, guiding his length up against his moistened hole and pressing in.
The feeling was too good. In two short thrusts he was cumming, toes curling, hugging up against Minho’s back and burying his groan in warm skin.
The dancer was the only one who knew he’d finished and he whined pitifully, unable to tell.
Chan was pent up, so he hardened again in no time, hoping his seed wouldn’t slip out immediately and wishing he had the bravery to cum again.
When Jeongin was near his end, he shoved Chan out of the way and pressed deeply into his place. Minho was silent under him, mouth open and breathing labored. A couple of teeth-rattling thrusts later and he was spilling inside him with a deep groan, hands planted on the small of the elder’s back.
Felix took over a lot of the cleanup- with Seungmin taking personal charge of Minho, disappearing with him inside the bathroom.
Jisung bit his lip worriedly when they heard the dancer groaning within. “Innie? Are you watching over whatever Seungmin’s doing?”
They all stopped to look towards the maknae, Minho’s whimpering growing slightly louder in the tense atmosphere. “Our little toy can handle a lot. We all know that. If he’s not strong enough to give ‘Minnie what he wants, he needs to become stronger.”
Felix pouted “I’ve been under him before Ins. He can be mean sometimes. And he has trouble hearing limits. Remember that time he didn’t hear me safeword out and I almost broke up with him?”
“Yes. I think we all remember that ‘Lix.”
“Well?”
“I’ll check in on them. But I trust him. I trust all of you.”
Innie walked into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly.
Seungmin had Minho in the bath, only halfway through the full-body massage he usually gave him after a rough night. Their dynamic was almost otherworldly it was so strange, but the love was real. Most of his meanness towards the elder was made-up, he got off knowing the rest of them thought he was hurting him more- when he wasn’t.
The youngest knelt, ignoring the other’s imploring gaze and cradling Minho’s face in his hands.
“Are you okay Lee Know?”
His cat’s eyes blinked sleepily open. “Yeah… warm…”
Maddening possessiveness lanced through his ribcage, rattling around like a pin ball machine. He was even suddenly jealous of Seungmin’s hands on him, so he gestured for him to back up.
As soon as he did Innie leaned forward, kissing lightly soap-tinged water off of the elder’s swollen pink lips. He tasted like sin.
“Mmm… Master…”
“No my beautiful hyung, all done for tonight. Just Innie is fine.”
“Innie…”
“Yes?”
“Did I do good?”
His heart pulsed painfully and he literally stepped into the water to be closer to him. “You did amazing, you are the most incredible man I’ve ever known.”
“Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” Minho grinned, peeking through his lashes.
Seungmin smirked from where he was leaning up against the sink. “Did you want to take over?”
Innie nodded, not looking away.
“Okay. Be sure to work on his back a lot too, that angle over the armrest was kind of deep.”
Minho groaned and flushed. “God. Don’t say deep.”
Seungmin snickered and walked back, squatting beside the tub. “You sure I didn’t hurt you? More than normal?”
“It was fine. Don’t worry. I like how you’re mean when you get all hot and bothered.”
“I know but, I get worried.” The younger man bit his bottom lip. He’d been insecure about his sadistic side when they’d originally found out about it, and that still came back sometimes. Everything was progress until it was permanent.
Minho rubbed the younger’s pale cheek with a wet hand. “So sweet.”
The singer stood to leave, confident in letting the maknae take over when the dancer called out.
“Chan came inside me by the way.”
Innie’s hands tightened over his plush cheeks. “He finished?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“When you were filling my mouth. I tried to tell you but-“
“That’s fine hyung. You tried. That’s what matters. ‘Minnie? I trust you can handle our leader?”
A dark and glorious expression took over his face. “Yes. I’ll deal with him.”
Chan was in bed. Blissfully warm and contentedly fucked-out. He was halfway to sleep when he felt someone crawling under the blankets.
“No ‘Lix please, no cuddling you’ll make it too hot in here.”
“I’m not here for cuddling.”
Chan jolted hearing Seungmin’s melodic voice. He felt him sit on his thighs, throwing the blanket off.
“Oh, ‘Minnie? What are you doing?”
“My sub told me an interesting story while I was edging him again in the bathroom.”
“Oh?” He felt his heart stop.
Seungmin pulled him free of his pajama pants and started to dryly jerk him off.
Chan hissed, grabbing the younger’s hands.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The tone of his voice had the elder letting him go. “Now, I heard you were a bad little sub tonight.”
“What?” the slide of their skin was abrasive, but still somehow good.
“Yeah. I heard someone was supposed to be getting a punishment and instead of following orders they decided to do what they wanted.”
“Sounds like a bad sub to me.” Chan gasped, wishing he could stop him.
“Lee Know told us.”
“Fuck.”
“Master was not pleased. He asked me to look over your punishment though.”
“Please… mercy.”
Seungmin smiled wickedly and switched to his other hand. “I love when you say please. It sounds… dirty.”
Chan ended up regretting it of course.
Innie’s commands were not to be bent or broken.
He should’ve been trying much harder to be good, but then again- there was always next time.
He could be good next time.