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1. Sehun is called into Junmyeon's office, a dingy studio, on a late-summer afternoon an hour after his last shoot with Jongin. It was probably to congratulate them for their latest's high sales. Dildo Magic surpassed expectations, frankly, especially when the story was basically Jongin unable to form real relationships with real people because of his jackrabbit dildo his character affectionately named, not coincidentally, Sehun. Who also happened to grow actual limbs like a torso and arms and a real face after Jongin was cursed by an unusually busty gypsy. All things considered, it still had a better narrative thread than their penultimate feature Azn Boyz Cock in Ass 4. "I bet they're giving you a new manager," Jongin had said as they walked to the showers, specks of come still on his cheek. "Sorry Taeyeon-noona had to get married so early. I'd suggest Jinki-hyung but you know he already has his hands full. Kinda scared he'll go bald soon if he stressed out more than he does now." "You sure you're not talking about Junmyeon?" he says, and they both laugh. "Remember the pube cream I gave him last Christmas?" Jongin wiggles his eyebrows, letting Sehun through the door first. "Bet you five thousand won he uses that on his head. And his other head." "Fucking gross, man," Sehun says, cuffing Jongin on the chest. Jongin retaliates by slapping him on the ass. "Fuck, hey! That's gonna bruise!" "Jongdae will like that!" Jongin says dismissively, already stepping out of his jeans and into the shower. "We haven't done BDSM before. I'm hurt we aren't being considered. I mean, why Baekhyun and Kyungsoo? That's like garden knome tying another garden knome by the foot." "I'm gonna tell them you said that." Jongin hums in reply, and they don't talk anymore except to say 'pass the soap,' and 'fuck you and your bleached asshole, get it yourself." They don't talk anymore about how Sehun is kinda sorta bothered that Taeyeon's being replaced - Taeyeon's been his manager for as long as he's been in the business. Not a lot of years, but still, three years had to count for something. Just because Taeyeon had to go and be a good housewife and pop out some babies for his douchebag husband didn't mean she had to give up the job. Nothing of the sort is spoken between him and Jongin; it's the benefit of their easy friendship. They are also friends who have fucked on-cam for two years and counting (twice off-cam: once when pleasantly drunk and once when so drunk Jongin had mistaken him for someone else), and homosexual life partners who'd rather not marry the other if push comes to shove. It was an easy relationship which they both thrived on. They were both fairly attractive, both liked to fuck and they both liked guys. No tragic pasts, no broken family relationships. Jongin's sister was creepily supportive of his profession, but they both hid it from their parents. They had solid backstories - Jongin was an investment banker and Sehun was a teaching assistant. It was an easy way to explain why they could afford nice shit. Jongin pats him on the shoulder. "Hope he or she is easy on the eyes, at least." Sitting across the crisp, clean appearance his new manager, Sehun could safely say he was a notch above easy on the eyes. Jumyeon looks harassed, as always, but pushes two folders towards Sehun and the new guy with an air of professional restraint. "Sehun, this is Lu Han. He'll manage all your affairs from now on. Don't cause him any headaches." Said Lu Han, he of the big eyes and cocksucking lips, smiles quite easily at Sehun. "Hello. I'm excited to be working with you. " The rhythmic but firm cadence of his voice tells Sehun of his skill set - tenacious negotiating, maintaining strong industry relationships, probably good at holding people by the necks if he put his mind to it. "Lu Han here is a Business Management graduate from Peking University, with a certificate in Korean Literature from Yonsei." Suho nods approvingly at Lu Han's file in front. He looks up and smiles wryly at them both. "And Sehun here used to work as an instructor. He has a History degree." Sehun's face remains impassive as he stares Lu Han down. Damn, he was pretty. "Bigshot, huh." Lu Han doesn't blink. "So are you, I'd say. But I'm sure you put your teaching prowess to good use in other ways, no?" Then his eyes crinkle into wrinkles so deep it makes him look ten years older in a flash. Sehun doesn't know whether to rethink his earlier categorization of 'pretty' as just a fluke or a lapse in judgment. "Kidding, I'm kidding." They say it's wrong to assume that in the presence of a pornstar, the experience of them will be the same as how you experienced their videos, as you were watching them. But for most people meeting him that is true. With Sehun in person, no small awkwardness is spared. Images of blue balls-inducing rimjobs crop up frequently, not just as metaphors for the grandiosity of Sehun's sex life, but as advertisements: for his own shallow, balls in ass five times a week life. With Lu Han though, it was like Sehun's tight tank and immaculate hair completely zipped past him and out into thin air. He was unfazed as he stared at Sehun, equal parts curious and daring. Sehun could tell it was his first time in this kind of... environment. Sehun smirks. "I think I'm gonna have fun with this one, Junmyeonie-hyung." 2. jongin/dildohun magic realism "You want some real advice? Break up with him." Jongin grimaces. "What the fuck? No!" Baekhyun pats Jongin's arm consolingly. "I know it sounds harsh and mean and awful, but listen, long distance relationships are hard. They take so much work, and so much trust, and such an enormous amount of selflessness and love. And most people... most people just can't take that amount of work." Kyungsoo nods, mouth set in a grim, depressing line. He sips his tea calmly, like he and Baekhyun aren't telling Jongin to basically drown himself in sorrow for the next few months. "As much as I hate to say it, I agree with Baekhyun-" "Of course you agree with him, you're freaking' together-" "Most people just don't have the patience to maintain a long-distance relationship. He's your first boyfriend, right? And out of highschool, too? How can you maintain that when you have almost no experience with relationships of any kind aside from him." "We've been dating for three years?" "So?" Jongin kind of wants to punch both Kyungsoo and Baekhyun in the face. "So I know him! It doesn't matter that he'll be away for a year on exchange. We have text, facebook, skype-" Baekhyun giggle-snorts. "Awkward webcam cybersex for a year, that'll be a hoot." Jongin slumps in his seat, sighing. "I don't know why you guys just can't be normal for once and propose, I don't know, at least an open relationship?" Kyungsoo shakes his head. "Jongin, I know that makes some surface-level sense-" "Because you can have sex with someone in your zip code-" "But non-monogamy is not a panacea for dissatisfaction. It just... introduces new levels of complication, and if things are already shaky, not knowing where Chanyeol is or who he's doing-" "Uh, he's in Japan and he'll be studying?" Baekhyun looks like he's about to slam his hand down on the table as he says, "Just end it as cleanly and kindly as you can, and make the most out of your slutty college years, goddamnit!" Jongin doesn't even want to hear what they have to say next. He promptly stands up and walks out the cafe, muttering to himself about inconsiderate friends, just because they're a midget couple, okay, a cute midget couple, but still - doesn't give them the right to talk shit about his relationship. Chanyeol is a great, sweet guy. They met in highschool, extracurricular dance class to be exact. Jongin is the shining star of the class, basically, while Chanyeol is the tryhard lug with two left feet who just really liked to dance. Jongin stays late one night, peeked in the room and is amazed to see how hard Chanyeol works his ass off to perfect the steps - sure, his limbs are too gangly to do sharp moves properly and he still messed up nine times out of ten, but there was something so incredibly charming about his effort and optimism that Jongin can't help but fall for it. He walks out of the shadows, relishing Chanyeol's flushed, embarrassed cheeks and asks him if he wants to learn better dancing technique, which, in retrospect, is a fucking sweet pick-up. Despite Chanyeol being Chanyeol "Mixed Signals" Park, and despite Jongin not knowing that to make of Chanyeol's behavior sometimes (a mix between hyperactive puppy and bro-jock broishness), he manages to ask Chanyeol to prom, to hell with all the silly girls who wail at his locker everyday. They've been together ever since, even going to the same university. But just a month ago, Chanyeol had been accepted into Kyoto University's Economics Exchange Program. Jongin basically wakes up that day to Chanyeol kissing him enthusiastically on every part of his face, slobbering like an excited puppy as he screams, "Jongin, I did it! I made it! I'm going to Kyoto!" Jongin regrets not applying for the same exchange program, even though he hears there won't be any exchanges in the Integrated Human Studies department until next year, since they've already sent the latest batch two months ago. "That's great, babe," he says, a bit lifelessly, as he hugs Chanyeol tight and tries to rein all the nasty, selfish feelings in. "When are you leaving?" "In three days. I'm so excited!" "Oh... great. You better go and pack." "You bet I will!" And Chanyeol races out his room, leaving Jongin to ponder what the hell's he's going to do in the meantime. The next day, after his disastrous encounter with the garden knome couple, his senior by one year, Lu Han, slides across the seat next to him. Lu Han is a nice friend, someone who probably plots total world domination by utilizing his biggest personal asset - his big, anime eyes - which sends 'I am small and adorable welp welp' in the general direction of men and women who are too weak to cute things for anyone lesser to reasonably intimidate. Lu Han gets all dude-ly affronted when people call him out on his "unmanly" tactics, but everybody knows how he loves to use his natural cuteness to wheedle any favor out of anyone. Jongin is not one such person. He grunts, "What do you want?" Lu Han blinks innocently, a mild frown on his pretty, pink lips. "Aw, don't look so hostile, Jongin-ah. Your favorite hyung's here to help, that's all." "Since when were you my favorite hyung?" Lu Han makes a show of looking around the cafeteria. Like anyone cares. "Since that time I gave you the strawberry-flavored lube at Jongdae's party that I know Chanyeol likes-" "Okay, okay." Jongin takes a deep breath. "Hyung. To what do I owe the pleasure of your... pleasant company." "Well, I heard from the grapevine - not to mention that you're kind molesting those grapes right now -" Jongin promptly takes his hand off his mid-afternoon snack of a plastic tub of grapes. Damnit, why did his hyungs have to ruin everything he loved. "That you're not feeling in tip-top shape because of Chanyeol's departure. And you know, if you're not feeling well, that spells disaster for the Streetdance team. I'd be so disappointed to see you sulk in a corner when I know you're supposed to doing..." Lu Han makes vague circling hand gestures around his head. "Headstands or whatever inhuman thing you do with all that spinning." "I can't believe you're a dean's lister," Jongin mutters dryly. "Sex is good for the braincells," Lu Han says sagely, and Jongin chokes on air. "And it's good for the muscles. So getting to the point, since Chanyeol's going to be MIA for a while, I got you something you'll find very useful in the coming year." He whips out a plastic bag, and Jongin internally panics. "That better not be an inflatable sex doll." Lu Han looks mildly affronted. "Jongin, who do you think I am? Of course not. You're too good for that. I'm giving you something way better. Go on, look!" Jongin takes a peek inside and promptly recoils. "Oh no. No. I think the inflatable sex doll would actually be better." Lu Han grins. "Too late. And hey, Yixing and Zitao pitched in too, okay? That's how seriously we regard this... 'situation' of yours." "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!" Lu Han rolls his eyes. "Use it, duh." "What if I don't want to actually use it?!" He takes a look inside the plastic again and cringes. "And it has a vibrating function? Isn't this shit for girls? "How ignorant are you, really." Lu Han pouts. "Wait, is it because you're the pitcher and not the catcher?" "... You mean if I like having dick in me or if my dick goes in the hole?" "Yes? Jongin, how new to the gay thing are you when you don't even know the rudimentary gay baseball metaphors?" Jongin's face heats up. "I - I've done... both..." Lu Han beams at him. "Great! Don't worry about paying us back in money, by the way. Pay us back with energy! And enthusiasm! No more moping!" "... No, seriously, what's the return-policy on this and do you still have the receipt? Hyung? Hyung, where are you going, you cherub-looking fucker!" "I can do this. Yes, I can. I am Superman. I can do anything," Jongin chants to himself. The opening of the plastic gapes and garish package peeks out at him. "Fuck." The pink jackrabbit vibrator - which Jongin had dubbed Satan's playmate - sits innocently on his bed. He decides then and there, that if he's going to do this, he might as well do it now or risk having to stare at the damned thing lying on around the his bedroom forever. It's not like can return it, anyway. Jongin steels himself by taking a long breath, then shucking off his jeans and boxers. He snags one of the sanitary wipes and wipes the wand down carefully. He vaguely remembers Zitao saying something about lube being important with toys during one of his drunken, let's-play-truth-or-dare-like-dumb-teenage-girls parties, so he picks up the bottle of lube he keeps under his bedstand and squirts a small amount into his hand. He coats himself and runs his hand up and down his length until he's semi-hard. He then picks up the wand in his other jackrabbit and rubs excess lube on the tip as well. Better safe than sorry. He starts touching himself with more gusto, tweaking his nipples, circling a few times around his bellybutton and imagining it's his boyfriend, it's Chanyeol's hands, Chanyeol's lips and tongue. He's awkward and there's more than a few times when Jongin ends up bruised from Chanyeol's long limbs and knobby elbows bumping into his extremities, but his eagerness more than makes up for it. "Yeol..." he murmurs, circling his hand around his length, and he's so hard that he has to bite down his lower lip to keep from moaning. It's here that he comes to a standstill. With the jackrabbit in one hand and his rapidly leaking cock in the other, Jongin decides what the hell, before pressing the tip to his cock and flicking the on switch. The dildo springs to life at high power and sends a terrifyingly large wave of vibrations straight to the base of his cock. He gasps and turns the wand off, pulling it away from his now painfully hard cock. "Okay, that was sudden..." he mumbles. He decides to try again. He exhales, slowly lowering the vibrating head just above the hair line. The vibrations are much more pleasant this time, and he feels it at the base of his cock. He directs the tip towards his dick, circling around the base and dragging it away before repeating. His thoughts drift to Chanyeol again as he plays with the jackrabbit, teasing out the little swells of pleasure before pulling away again. He then moves to the underside of his shaft, and couldn't stop from moaning out loud - "Shit," he groans, because it's just that damn good. This really isn't so bad, after all. And there's Chanyeol in his mind again as his free hand slides down the skin behind towards his ass. The jackrabbit circles his cock quickly, and he applies more pressure at the base. As he does this, his finger skims his crack, and without thinking, he pushes gently into his hole. He relaxes the tension in his spine as he imagines that it's Chanyeol's hands, Chanyeol's fingers, Chanyeol crouching between his thighs, Chanyeol's goofy grin as he sucks him off, and before he knows it he's already kneeling on the bed, the jackrabbit vibrating on the pillow as he concentrates on slowly thrusting one finger finger, then two, then three in and out, going deeper every time. His vision is sort of hazy now, but he spots the jackrabbit lying sadly on the pillow, picks it up and deftly passes it to his other hand. And then - "Fuck, Yeol!" He fucks himself with it, pushing it in and out, in and out, the vibration buzzing right over that agonizing spot. He lifts his hips, mindlessly pushing back, rubbing himself against it over and over, there, there, and he pulls it back out and slams it back in. He lets go for a moment, because jesus christ on a cracker, this really isn't bad at all. He supports himself with two hands on either side as the jackrabbit pushes back inside him, and it feels so, so real, like a real big cock in his ass, slick and wet and ramming deep into him over and over. And then, like with a mind of its own, the vibrator goes into an ever higher speed and Jongin's mouth gapes open, saliva trickling out his mouth. It's so hot behind him, and he can feel that peculiar touch - Of hands? He comes with several expletives on his tongue, and almost a second later, the vibrator stops. It's really hot behind him, Jongin realizes, trying to steady his breathing. Almost as if- "Hi," an actual, corporeal, human being says, smiling and waving sheepishly. "I'm your jackrabbit." Jongin does the only that makes sense after having one of the best orgasms of his life - he screams. 3. even when i'm not (i'm thinking about you) A/B/O au version 2: Yifan rules over a modern heirarchical a/b/o society, and Luhan is his favorite consort. Yifan is sterile, and he needs an heir, so he asks his younger half-brother Sehun to impregnate Luhan. Sehun already has a lover, his childhood friend, Jongin, who is a beta. Despite the odds, Sehun and Luhan find themselves falling for each other, opening up a plethora of complications. Many people were quite surprised to find out that Luhan's room was simple for an Omega-Consort. There was a dresser, a wardrobe and a bed big enough to hold four people in, whether their limbs were spread-eagle or not. With Yifan in it with him, though, it felt the opposite. The way Yifan made love always made him feel like there was no other place he could put his hands on but around Yifan's sweaty neck, him clinging to his King like a he was the only place keeping him high above all else. It was at night when he felt Yifan's power more than ever, even more than he watched him push through the daily punishing cycle of constant speeches, junkets and glad-handing. On this particular night, Yifan was more than a little handy. His last visit to the finance minister's office was not pleasant, and he made it known to all in the vicinity of the building that he didn't relish the idea of repeating it. "I hate going up there," Yifan said, taking a deep breath as he unbuttoned his polo shirt in a huff. "The altitude gives me a headache. Come here, Luhan, and get this blasted belt off. Why do you still act like a virgin when this is probably the umpteenth time I'm going to touch you." "The number is closer to the hundreds, my King." Luhan smiled, and there Yifan smirked in reply. He did like it when Luhan acted like a mix of shy and flirtatious. It was one of the qualities that attracted Yifan to Luhan, aside from his all-consuming beauty and fierceness. He said so himself during their bonding ceremony, in front of the media and the rest of the world that was watching through their television screens. Luhan, the son of two betas in mainland Beijing, was plucked from anonymity at the tender age of seventeen to live with in the building with Yifan, who was then the Alpha Prince. Yifan had spotted him watching the floats during a parade, had set his sights on conquering him at first glance. It was the kind of fairytale romance people lapped up, the kind that humanized the stoic Alpha Prince. "What do you say to another notch on our bedpost, my love?" Yifan said, his voice a low rumble. Luhan laughed, unable to stop himself. "Whatever my Alpha wishes." Yifan pushed the thin robe off his shoulders, bending his head to meet Luhan's lips. Luhan made a soft noise, moving back easily as Yifan pressed him into the edge of the bed, hands grasping at Yifan's arms. "I think I rather hate this robe on you," Yifan said when they separated for air. "I'm not sure if I should rip it off or toss it away gently." "I'll try not to wear such offending garments in the future," Luhan said gallantly. Yifan laughed softly and turned his attention to Luhan's neck, scraping against the skin. He dug his fingers into Luhan's ass, and Luhan's breath hitched at the contact. He slid his hands under Luhan's thighs, lifting him onto the bed in one easy movement. Luhan sighed against him, legs coming up to wrap around Yifan's waist. "Do you want me to be loud?" Luhan murmured into Yifan's ear, exhaling softly when Yifan's hands slid to his thighs, groping at his flushed skin. "Be as noisy as you can. We are, after all, about to make royalty." He still wasn't pregnant. At first, they weren't even sure if it's Yifan's problem. It might be Luhan's fault, why they couldn't conceive. He'd had his suspicious, after waiting for the signs - the morning sickness, the fainting spells, the sudden spike in hunger pangs with nothing happening. But now, the proof was staring them both in the face. Yifan was sterile and it was impossible for Luhan to get pregnant with his seed. He didn't mind it, really. He was perfectly happy being childless, although the opposite was drilled into his head in primary school. Omegas are for breeding, they all said. But Luhan had always known he was a bit strange. He wasn't great at acceptable social cues as a kid, and although his parents assured him he'd grow out of his soccer obsession, he never had, not entirely. He'd hidden it well, but given the chance, he'd like to be able to kick and run without fear of repercussions. Just like before. "Luhan, you should stop playing," his mother had suggested then, when he came home at thirteen with scrapes on his knee. "Look at you, for god's sake. Your alpha may not want you to be so-" "Beaten up? Ugly?" He'd said, poking at a bruise on his hip until his mother batted his hand away with an irritated sigh. "It would be better if he wanted me even with all this. Right, Mama?" "Stop talking nonsense and let's clean those before they get under your skin. Infections are not a pretty sight for the general alpha population," his mother said dryly, leading him by the arm to his room, where he was to stay for the remainder of the weekend. And unbeknownst to him then, practically for the rest of his teenage life. But Yifan minded it so very much. It had been three years since he and Luhan bonded, and there were still no little ones trailing after them with slow waddling steps, no child they could present to a million-strong crowd as proof of Yifan's virility as an alpha and Luhan's worth as an omega. "So you mean to say that even if I fuck him a thousand times, it's not going to happen?" Yifan snarled, pointing to Luhan's exposed stomach. The resident beta doctor in the building, Yixing, shook his head empathically. "Afraid not, your majesty." Yifan's hands curled into fists at his side. "What options do we have? No one else can know of.... this." He made an uncharacteristically weak gesture at himself. Yixing tapped his pen against his clipboard, speaking cautiously, "If I may be so bold as to suggest something a bit unorthodox, your majesty..." Yifan narrowed his eyes, but nodded. "I think the Second Alpha Prince is your best option." Lu Han's heart almost stopped. "Sehun?" Yifan's previously skeptical expression was replaced with a flash of fury, but it was gone in a second. Luhan wondered why. It wasn't as it they had a horrid relationship. They only saw each other every once in a while, once a year to be exact, since Sehun lived on an island a few miles south, preferring to keep out of the political arena. When they did meet, though, they treated each other fondly. Perhaps Yifan was just possessive? Of course, what Alpha isn't? "No. Absolutely not. Sehun is already bonded as well. He won't take this sort of arrangement well." "But what other choice do you have? He's genetically the best option and his resemblance to you is not just passing. If he were to conceive with Luhan, no one would ever mistake that child for his, since his genes are fairly close to yours. He'd also have to conceive as soon as possible with his own mate, the Beta-Consort, if I'm not mistaken? To deflect any lingering suspicions..." 4. lu gangbang Lu Han is not exactly the subtlest of persons - or rather, he can be only if he needs to. Sehun quickly learns this about him in the early days of their celluloid-worthy romance. Of course Lu Han is as kind and cute as they come, but his sweet face betrays a predator-like need to top from everywhere, even when he was on the bottom. "A-ah, Sehun-ah - you're working it exactly like how I think - ah - Jongin would - aaah!" "W-what ?" Sehun grunts, raising Lu Han's legs higher above the mattress as his cock reaches the hilt. "You did not--" Thrust. Lu Han's fingers clench the sheets. "Just talk." Thrust thrust. Lu Han's eyes roll to the back of his head. "About Jongin while we're fucking." Thrust thrust thrust. Lu Han's unravelling under his cock and he thinks he won't ever, ever trade this for something else. "B-but - oh - haven't you ever thought of fucking him? Being fucked by him? Mm, more." Lu Han strikes again after his first orgasm for the night. Lu Han rests between Sehun's splayed legs, licking lazy patterns along Sehun's inner thigh and rubbing his hipbone. Nothing could be better, Sehun thinks. Sehun reaches down and runs his fingers through Lu Han's newly dyed red-brown hair; it's longer now, but Lu Han has no cause to worry since it frames his face well. A lot of things suit Lu Han. Sehun later finds out how a lot of cocks in his mouth and ass suit Lu Han as well, but that's getting ahead. "So," Lu Han begins, peering up. His smile is heart meltingly sweet. Something behind his eyes, however, is wholly devious. "Chanyeol has strong-looking legs. Has he been working out lately?" "Lu Han," Sehun groans. "Do we have to talk about him now?" "Fine, fine. How about Baekhyun? His skin is glowing--" "And I guess Kyungsoo-hyung's ass suddenly looks pert and firm to you?" "You took the words right out my mouth." Lu Han shifts his knees and crawls up the bed, then does a one-eighty with his entire body, presenting his round, cute, freshly abused butt to Sehun. "And Junmyeon's getting taller." Sehun tilts his head and runs his thumb lightly along the bottom crease of Lu Han's ass. "He'd like to hear that," he says, instead of arguing. Better to give up now than get his ass whooped, or - god forbid - a sex ban. "You spoil me so much," Lu Han murmurs, licking teasing stripes over Sehun's nipple. "I haven't done anything." "Yet." Lu Han smiles like he knows he's won, and leans up to press his mouth to Sehun's. It's patently ridiculous, but it makes Lu Han happy, and Sehun would do anything to keep Lu Han happy - and with him, always with him, because there's nowhere in the world Sehun wants to be more than by Lu Han's side. So he plans it for a month, gets everyone to agree by promising to accomplish certain tasks: various chores (Kyungsoo and Junmyeon), favors related to So Nyuh Shi Dae (Baekhyun and Chanyeol) and internet purchasing (Jongin - what the hell that's all about, Sehun would rather not find out). He arranges for everyone to get tested just so he knows no one has stuck their dicks in some glory hole in Itaewon, and buys a big bucket filled with condoms and lube. So they're really doing this. Sehun watches Chanyeol finish tying the knots on two ties around Lu Han's wrists, securing him to the headboard of his bed. Lu Han is completely naked while the six of them are still clothed, and Sehun doesn't miss the fact that Jongin can't stop staring at Lu Han. He reminds himself that now is the worst time to go all possessive bastard on everyone, so he clenches his fist and exhales loudly through his nose. "Nice work," Baekhyun remarks as he looks over Chanyeol's handiwork. "Thanks, I know." Chanyeol smiles, wide and with teeth. "One of my exes liked to get up to a bit of fun with restraints sometimes." "I would never have pegged you for the type to be into that whole scene." Junmyeon kneels on the bed and smooths Lu Han's hair back. He leans in close and presses a soft kiss to the side of Lu Han's mouth; Lu Han whimpers when he pulls away, looking longingly back at Junmyeon. He's the perfect picture of wanton debauchery - half-hard cock, open-mouthed and pale, almost translucent skin. Lu Han is watching all of them, and Sehun feels the air in the room grow warmer. Lu Han is on display for them, a canvas they're all about to lay their hands on. Jongin grins lazily and starts unbuttoning his jeans. Kyungsoo clears his throat, red staining his cheeks as he stares at what's about to come, both literally and figuratively. "What's the plan, Sehun-ah? Any ground rules?" Sehun nods. "Rules are simple. Everyone who fucks him - and everyone has to fuck him - will use a condom and lube, no ifs or buts. A little rough play is okay, but absolutely no extreme pain or humiliation or blood. You don't know the things I'll do to any one of you if I see even one drop of blood on those sheets. You can talk dirty, whatever, just gauge Lu Han to see if you're going too far. Double penetration--" Sehun looks over Lu Han with questioning eyes, and Lu Han mouth quirks up in response. "A definite yes. And uh... I guess that's it." "What about kissing?" Jongin pipes up, already down to his Calvins. "Oh. Uh." Sehun is most afraid of this, honestly. On the one hand, he considers a kiss too intimate to let Lu Han go and latch his mouth onto the next guy. On the other, knowing Lu Han, he'd most probably want to taste everyone in the room, and he doesn't want to play the selfish boyfriend card. Not now. "I want to," Lu Han speaks up for the first time. "Let me, Sehun-ah." Sehun sighs. "Alright, whatever you want. So who's going first?" Junmyeon goes first, which is a good thing because Lu Han is pointedly staring at him after that one, small kiss. He probably hopes to take his sweet time pouring gentle kisses on Lu Han's shoulders as he fucks him sweet and slow, setting the standard for everyone. He takes his clothes off almost sheepishly, shyly - and holy shit, his dick is huge. Sehun isn't expecting that - if he's to compete with someone in the size department, he'd thought it would be Jongin or Chanyeol. "Fuck his mouth," Jongin says in the background. Junmyeon shoots Jongin a disapproving look before crawling on all fours to Lu Han. "Can I kiss you properly now?" he asks softly. It's Lu Han who breaches the gap and bumps his lips to Junmyeon's, sucking on his bottom lip with a low moan. Sehun observes how Junmyeon kisses like a romantic comedy hero, like he isn't taking even the smallest of breaths for granted, like it's the last kiss that will ever matter. They kiss with eyes closed for an agonizingly long time, until Junmyeon's mouth starts traveling down, raining kisses on Lu Han's chest and stomach. "Suck," Baekhyun says, moving to straddle Lu Han's chest as Junmyeon continues to kiss all over Lu Han's hips and inner thighs. And now the head of Bakehyun's cock bumps against Lu Han's lips. Lu Han opens up obediently, licking the slit, teasing him with quick flicks, before angling his head to take as much as he can of Baekhyun at once. Baekhyun jerks from the vibrations and inadvertently pushes more of his cock down Lu Han's mouth. "Watch the gag reflex," Sehun says, unable to stop himself from getting really fucking turned on. Junmyeon's mouth reaches Lu Han's cock, and Lu Han's back arches, mouth still full of Baekhyun's cock as he feels a vacuum of wet suction of plush lips. Junmyeon's fingers circle tight around the base of Lu Han's cock and pumps in time to the thrusting of Baekhyun's hips. "Goddamn, this is unbelievable," Jongin murmurs, hand moving rhythmically down his briefs. Chanyeol moans in agreement beside him, cock already out his underwear. Kyungsoo is the only one left with all his clothes intact, hands clasped nervously as he chews on his bottom lip. "Hyung, relax," Sehun says, steadying a hand on the small of Kyungsoo's back. "I-It's nerves. That's all. D-don't worry about me." Sehun grips Kyungsoo by the shoulder and kisses him full on the mouth. It takes a while before Kyungsoo responds, clearly too shocked for the first few seconds. But when he does, he gives his all in tongue-fucking Sehun, wrapping arms around his neck as he stands on tiptoe. "Wow. Who knew Kyungsoo-hyung and maknae making out would be so hot?" Sehun keeps himself together after finally coaxing Kyungsoo out of his jeans long enough to watch Junmyeon roll a generous helping of lube on his fingers and slide its way into Lu Han's opening, eliciting a loud moan. Junmyeon has smaller hands than Sehun but they're no less skilled, working Lu Han open with ease that comes from understated confidence. By the time the third finger rolls inside, Lu Han is a wreck, looking ready to be torn apart. "Tell me if it hurts," Junmyeon says as Baekhyun thrusts faster into Lu Han's mouth. He hauls Lu Han's legs over his shoulders and sinks into him with a shaky groan, burying himself deep before starting to thrust. He comes with nary a scream, pulling his cock out and jerking himself off to completion with his hand. He really doesn't want to 'soil' Lu Han as much as possible. How noble. Baekhyun positions himself over Lu Han after Junmyeon flops tiredly on his back. "You sure you can take another one so soon?" Baekhyun asks worriedly, mere centimeters away from Lu Han's face. "Stop asking questions and just get to it," Lu Han says, squirming against the binds. "He doesn't like the gentle approach too much," Sehun says matter-of-factly to the others. "Noted." Jongin's smile is positively eager. "I'm gonna easy on you first, okay? You must be sore already, hyung." Baekhyun leans in and slips his tongue in Lu Han's mouth, a line of spit connecting them before Baekhyun brushes his thumb against Lu Han's lower lip. Sehun frowns. Lu Han is stronger than anyone in the room besides himself gives him credit for. "Didn't you hear what I just said?"