Silk & Collars ch. 20
Title: Silk and Collars
Chapter: 20/24
Pairing: YoungSaeng/Everyone, multiple side pairings
Rating: NC-17
Crossover: Super Junior, DBSK, Big Bang, UKiss
Genre: Angst, AU,
Summary: Silk robes, leather collars, and sex. In this world, pleasing your Master can mean life or death.
A/N: Ongoing RP with curionenene
The next morning, YoungSaeng woke early to call for breakfast to be delivered to his room. He could get that much with HyunJoong, even if it felt like too much as it was. Sleep hadn't helped his settle his feelings regarding HyunJoong, squashing it down as far as he could to think on later, much later. Later being after the auction and HyunJoong was in his new house. He didn't bother trying to wake HyunJoong until after Zhou Mi had dropped off breakfast, sitting down on the edge of the bed and lightly shaking his shoulder. "Time to wake up Hyun."
But some things still didn’t change, and HyunJoong only made a noncommittal grunt, trying to snuggle even more into the covers.
"Hyun, wake up before I go find JungMin and have him set your hair on fire," YoungSaeng said, poking at HyunJoong's side and arm.
HyunJoong groaned, rolling away from the finger and hiding his head underneath the blankets.
"Fine," YoungSaeng got up, pulling the blankets off of HyunJoong and pulling them off the bed. Hitching up his robe, he climbed onto the bed and stood up, then jumped, bouncing on the bed. "Wake up!"
But the only response he got was HyunJoong curling up, jamming his hands to his ears, continuing to sleep.
Annoyed now, YoungSaeng bounced up high and jumped on top of HyunJoong in a belly flop.
HyunJoong let out a yelp, his eyes flickering upon, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Leaning over, YoungSaeng looked down at HyunJoong, blocking his view. "Time to wake up."
HyunJoong stared at YoungSaeng for a moment before he reached up and enveloped YoungSaeng into a hug, snuggling into him like a bolster and going back to sleep.
Squeaking a little, YoungSaeng frowned at HyunJoong before trying the only thing he could think of next: tickling him.
Shrieking, HyunJoong bolted upright, squirming away from the offending hands. “Yah! Stop!”
"I will when you've woken up!" YoungSaeng said, following after him and continuing to tickle him.
Laughing, HyunJoong squirmed away, holding up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! I’m awake!”
"Good," YoungSaeng grinned, sitting up and sliding off the bed. "It's time for breakfast."
Sighing and panting, HyunJoong flopped onto the bed, giving YoungSaeng the best pathetic expression he could muster. “I don’t wanna get up...”
"Then I'll eat all this food myself," YoungSaeng said, sitting down at the table and starting to eat. "And there won't be any after breakfast sex either."
HyunJoong lay out flat on the bed, eyeing YoungSaeng. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
YoungSaeng glanced over at him, his expression blank. "I'm not threatening HyunJoong, I'm stating a fact. If you don't want to eat, then don't. It makes no difference to me at this point."
HyunJoong sighed, sitting up. “So if I eat there’ll be after breakfast sex?”
"If you want, no one's forcing you," YoungSaeng said tersely, turning back to his food. "You can also go down and eat with the others if you'd like."
Surprisingly, HyunJoong only trotted over to the breakfast table, picking up his robe from the floor and putting it on before he sat down, sedately taking up a bun and biting into it.
"Did you sleep okay?" YoungSaeng asked, continuing to eat slowly.
“Yes. Until you woke me up.” But HyunJoong’s tone was light, meaning no offense. “You?”
"Not really," YoungSaeng admitted softly. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, and it will just make today that much harder."
HyunJoong put the cup he was drinking from down, eyes soft. “I see... I’m... sorry?”
"What are you sorry for?" YoungSaeng looked up at him. "It's not your fault, don't apologize."
“I... know... I just.” HyunJoong paused uncomfortably, and hastily taking up his cup again, mumbled into it. “Nothing.”
YoungSaeng sighed, sitting back in his chair. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so short with you," he said softly. "I... I don't want you to leave. I hate goodbyes and I'll probably be in a sour mood most of the day."
HyunJoong hid a smile. “Well... I’m glad I’ll be missed. And like you said... we will see each other again right?”
"With luck, yes," YoungSaeng nodded. "You will most likely be sent to SooHyun's clan, and he and I are friends. In fact, HyungJoon often goes to visit his brother there, I'm sure he would allow you to visit once in a while."
“I’m sure he will.” HyunJoong smiled. “And you would come to visit as well?”
YoungSaeng frowned, shaking his head slightly. "I don't often visit other clans, especially if I'll have a new slave to train after you leave. I'll try to make time, but no promises."
HyunJoong’s face fell a little but he understood. “Then I’ll come and visit. Although, from the last time I was there, I can tell I’ll probably be kept busy as well..”
"Not really," YoungSaeng shook his head. "Border attacks come only a few times a year, but I wouldn't be surprised if you're sent around to the other clans to heal anyone who is ill or gets injured."
“Probably.” HyunJoong agreed, then fell silent, fidgeting a little in the silence that followed.
A knock on the door interrupted the silence, KyuJong poking his head in. "Good morning master, are you needing us today?"
"No, I won't be needing you," YoungSaeng said, smiling sadly at HyunJoong. "I was thinking you and the others should spend some time with HyunJoong today though."
JungMin poked his head in, below KyuJong’s so that they looked like some sort of odd totem pole. “Really? I’d thought you’d hog him for yourself until you had to send him to the auction?”
"No, I know you all would want to spend time with him today as well," YoungSaeng said diplomatically. "He's mine tonight though."
“I knew there was a catch.” JungMin grinned, but he slid in, taking HyunJoong by the arm. “Probably not good idea to eat so much.” He murmured to HyunJoong, who only looked confused as he was pulled away.
"Don't break him," YoungSaeng sighed, waving as KyuJong giddily closed the door behind them.
"So did you fuck the master?" KyuJong asked, his arm around HyunJoong's shoulders as they went down the stairs.
JungMin laughed when HyunJoong turned beetroot red. “From his expression, he most definitely did.”
"He's good isn't he? I told you he'd be good," KyuJong said, poking him in the side. "So what shall we do with him today Min?"
“I don’t know… maybe we should get him to fuck the both of us, or maybe he’ll enjoy being in the middle… or how do you feel about being filled by the both of us?” JungMin ribbed HyunJoong with a growing grin at how HyunJoong looked as if he was actually physically shrinking with each word.
"Let's not scare him," KyuJong chided gently, though he was grinning. "What do you want Hyun? Or maybe we should just drag you to a room and throw you down, then let you decide. You seem to make better decisions when you're naked anyway."
HyunJoong looked extremely uncomfortable, and KyuJong’s embarrassing (albeit) statement didn’t help. “Maybe I should have just stayed with YoungSaeng.”
“Aww… you don’t mean that.” JungMin teased, leaning in and sucking on a patch of HyunJoong’s skin, making the other man shudder.
"He just doesn't want to admit he wants us," KyuJong chuckled, dragging HyunJoong towards JungMin's room since it was the closest. "It is your last day after all, why not have a little fun?"
JungMin pushed HyunJoong onto the bed, making the older man yelp. “I wouldn’t call this fu-aaaah…” HyunJoong’s sentence broke off into a garbled moan as JungMin reached underneath the robes, palming him mercilessly.
"Sure you wouldn't call it fun now," KyuJong chuckled, undoing the ties on HyunJoong's robes and pushing the fabric out of the way. "We haven't even started yet." With that, he dropped down to catch a nipple between his lips.
Not even having a moment to collect his thoughts, HyunJoong cried out, shivering under the combination of KyuJong’s and JungMin’s administrations. When he finally got a break as JungMin began to pull down his underwear, he glared at them, mumbling. “You two are incorrigible.”
KyuJong glanced at JungMin then looked back down at HyunJoong, shrugging his shoulders. "We know, but if you did have a problem with this, just say no and we'll stop."
HyunJoong sighed, “I didn’t say you should stop. Just that you were incorrigible.” Then there was a slight twinkle in his eyes. “Besides, you always redouble your efforts whenever I act all grumpy and pouty.”
"We've been had JungMin," KyuJong scowled down at HyunJoong. "He played us for fools. What are we going to do about that?"
“Of course we have to punish him.” JungMin grinned at KyuJong, tugging at HyunJoong’s length, making sure that he wouldn’t have a chance to protest. “Any ideas?”
KyuJong made a show of thinking about that, running his hand over HyunJoong's chest. "Hmm, let's see, it would have to be something we would both enjoy. You know I've really been looking forward to him fucking me senseless, as I'm sure you've been wanting to do the same to him... you said something about him being in the middle? Would that be enough of a punishment you think?"
“Mmm... perhaps...” JungMin licked his lips with a grin. “Alright... we’ll go with it.”
Then pulling HyunJoong onto his knees, he murmured, almost as an afterthought. “Or at least we’ll start with that.”
"I'd ask your opinion HyunJoong, but you're outvoted," KyuJong said, sliding in underneath him. "Something tells me you'll enjoy it though."
HyunJoong only managed to get out a soft, long-suffering sigh, but there was hint of a smile on his lips, even when JungMin’s lubricated finger entered him without warning and he let out a strangled whine.
JungMin raised an eyebrow as he handed the lube to KyuJong. “He’s surprisingly loose... I’d say HyunJoong wasn’t the only one doing the fucking last night.”
"Is that so?" KyuJong grinned, pouring out a generous amount onto his fingers and reaching down to prep himself. "You're lucky, Master doesn't often like to top."
But HyunJoong didn’t seem to be too flattered by the news. Instead, he only looked away, closing his eyes. “Maybe it’s only because I’m leaving soon-aah...!”
JungMin had pulled out his two fingers, deeming HyunJoong loose enough. He used the remainder of the lube to slick himself and now he tilted his head at HyunJoong’s tone, wondering what that was about.
KyuJong frowned slightly, looking up at JungMin even as he shook his head. "No, I don't think that's it," he said softly. "He only tops for people he truly cares about... me, YeSung, and JungMin on the rare occasion he allows it," he said, reaching down with one hand to grasp HyunJoong's length and slick it up with the lube.
“I know he cares... but I don’t think to that extent.” HyunJoong smiled back, shaking his head and panting a little at KyuJong’s touch. “It’s fine. I’m sorry. I’m just a bit melancholic and all, since I’m leaving soon...”
JungMin didn’t say anything, only hugged, HyunJoong from behind, kissing his temple softly as he positioned himself at HyunJoong’s entrance.
"Don't think about leaving, not right now," KyuJong said, leaning up to brush his lips over HyunJoong's. "Right now, you're with us, and in about ten seconds, you're not going to be thinking about anything but JungMin's cock so deep in you."
“Make that five.” JungMin whispered, and pressed in, groaning as he felt HyunJoong’s walls constrict around him.
HyunJoong’s eyes widened in surprise and he nearly fell forward. JungMin was a lot bigger than he expected.
Chuckling a little, KyuJong tried to distract HyunJoong a little with kisses, continuing to stroke his length with one hand. "What about me hm? You going to fuck me Hyun?" he murmured against HyunJoong's lips.
It was hard to think as JungMin pushed inch by inch into him, burying himself all the way till the hilt. But the kisses caught HyunJoong’s attention, and he smiled, murmuring back. “Get on your knees then.”
KyuJong chuckled softly, giving HyunJoong another kiss before rolling over onto his hands and knees. Scooting down a little under him, he rolled his hips back against HyunJoong's length, peeking over his shoulder at him.
HyunJoong had shuddered before letting out a whine, having bucked backward in surprise only to bury JungMin deeper in him. JungMin too let out a grunt of surprise, eyeing KyuJong over HyunJoong’s shoulder.
"What?" KyuJong looked at JungMin innocently, reaching behind him to grasp HyunJoong and line him up. With HyunJoong still reeling, he slowly pushed himself back onto HyunJoong, moaning loudly as he went.
HyunJoong’s mind went blank at the heat that began to encase him. Combined with the feeling of being filled, it was almost beyond comprehension, and he let out an unusually vocal moan, his eyes crossing at the feeling of pleasure.
"I... I think he likes it," KyuJong panted, leaning onto his forearms and slowly rocking his hips against HyunJoong's. "And fuck does he feel good, come on Hyun, move a little."
HyunJoong did his best to comply, but it was hard, especially with JungMin picking up the pace behind him. What resulted was more of a spasmodic slap of hips instead of a proper rhythm, but from the moans and grunts, it was pleasurable enough.
KyuJong's hands fisted the sheets under him, jaw slack as the sounds tumbled out from his throat. He could feel JungMin's power hips through HyunJoong's movements and it was sending him into fits. Steadying himself on one arm, he reached down and started to stroke himself against the haphazard rhythm.
It was like being destroyed and renewed both at the same time. Slowly consumed by the fire that shot through his spine as JungMin slammed into him, and renewed by the pleasurable warmth that KyuJong provided. He could hardly do anything to keep up with the situation, and he didn’t try, only letting the basest needs of his body rule his actions.
Noticing that HyunJoong was too out of it to do anything, JungMin reached down, slapping KyuJong’s hand away and helping the other man to pump his erection.
KyuJong made a squeak of dismay, but let JungMin do as he pleased, it was just easier that way. Not that KyuJong minded since JungMin seemed to know just how to jerk him off in the way that felt the best. As it was, KyuJong stopped caring after a half a second when HyunJoong's angle changed just enough that he was brushing up against that spot that had KyuJong screaming in pleasure.
Unable to hold it any longer, HyunJoong felt the pleasure inch past his threshold of control and he came with a loud roar, writhing in between the two others.
Feeling and hearing HyunJoong releasing, KyuJong had to work himself back onto HyunJoong's softening length. Panting and crying out from JungMin's continued administrations until he too came with a loud pleasured cry all over JungMin's hand.
JungMin came the last, releasing an oddly melodic moan as he thrust one last time into HyunJoong’s slackening body. And once he was done, he lowered them all slowly onto the bed, panting deeply as he did.
Sighing softly in contentment, KyuJong curled up against HyunJoong, his arm reaching around to rest on JungMin's side. "Well that's something I won't soon forget," he murmured tiredly.
HyunJoong could only murmur a grunt of assent, while JungMin grinned, patting KyuJong’s arm before reaching to brush the hair off HyunJoong’s face. “Indeed, too bad we couldn't get YoungSaeng to join too.”
"Maybe later?" KyuJong said, kissing a spot on the skin of HyunJoong's warm chest. "We do have the rest of the day right? I doubt YoungSaeng will turn down the opportunity."
“He would probably take up your offer.” HyunJoong murmured sleepily. “Things are a bit... awkward between us now.”
"Awkward why?" KyuJong frowned, resting his chin on HyunJoong's chest.
HyunJoong was quiet for a while, so quiet that JungMin almost thought that he fell asleep. Then finally he whispered. “I told him... about how I feel about him.”
"... How do you feel about him?" KyuJong asked, glancing worriedly at JungMin. "You don't... do you love him Hyun?"
JungMin looked equally worried, straightening up as he waited for HyunJoong to respond.
Finally, HyunJoong said. “...I do... but I know nothing can come of it. But I just thought... I’d let him know, before I leave. Seems like it was bad idea.”
KyuJong sighed, shaking his head. "It wasn't a bad idea, not at all," he soothed. "It's just... you know YoungSaeng's position, and even if he did feel the same way, he couldn't do anything about it. If things are awkward between you two then... it's probably because he does feel the same way, and admitting it would be very bad for us all."
“Don’t.” HyunJoong shook his head, closing his eyes. “Don’t... say that. It’ll be better if I think that he doesn’t have feelings for me. At least, that way, it’ll be easier for me to let him go.”
JungMin frowned, wrapping HyunJoong into a soft hug. “Oh, Hyun...”
Heart aching for HyunJoong, KyuJong curled up tighter against him, kissing bits of skin. "It'll be okay Hyun..." he soothed. "Oh but why couldn't you have fallen in love with me, or Min."
HyunJoong snorted at that. “You two are obviously in love with each other. I can’t get in the way of that...”
KyuJong's cheeks flared in red, looking at JungMin out of the corner of his eye. "I don't know what you're talking about, the master likes to invent things like that. We are not in love."
JungMin was just as equally red. “Y-yeah. What KyuJong said.”
HyunJoong glanced at KyuJong, then at JungMin and laughed. “Right...”
"We're not!" KyuJong protested, pinching one of HyunJoong's nipples lightly. "Just friends, friends who occasionally fuck... okay, more than occasionally."
“You’re more than just that.” HyunJoong glared at KyuJong, slapping away JungMin’s attempt to punish him as well. “Geez... if I can tell that I’m in love with YoungSaeng, then obviously I can tell if you two are in love with each other. So just kiss and ignore me while I go sleep now.”
JungMin stared incredulously at HyunJoong, looking up at KyuJong only to feel a blush creep onto his face.
KyuJong felt like sinking into the floor at HyunJoong's words, shifting awkwardly and trying not to look at JungMin. "What do you think?" he asked, the question directed at JungMin.
“I... I... don’t know?” For the first time, JungMin’s usual confidence was absent and he blushed as red as his hair, biting his lips.
"I.. know I love you, I've said as much," KyuJong said, stuttering a little over his words. "But... in love with you? I don't know about that. Why does it matter?"
“I... don’t know. I feel the same way.” JungMin mumbled, then poked HyunJoong in the side, “Yah! How did this get from you to us?”
But HyunJoong was already fast asleep.
"Brat," KyuJong huffed, climbing over HyunJoong to curl up against JungMin, looking up into his eyes. "Maybe... maybe he's right... I do love you, and thinking of you being taken away from this house for any reason kills me... I love spending my day with you, no matter what we're doing."
JungMin was just about to grumble to KyuJong about the same thing when the unexpected words made his eyes widen. “I... I guess, I feel the same way...”
Lips curling upwards a little, KyuJong shifted closer to give JungMin a soft slow kiss. "I guess it's not such a bad thing if he's right," he murmured, sliding his arm around JungMin's waist. "I love you, Min."
Smiling softly back, JungMin deepened the kiss, hands pulling KyuJong closer. “I guess it’s not.” He mumbled against KyuJong’s lips.
Eyes slipping closed, KyuJong just enjoyed lazily kissing JungMin, running his free hand through JungMin's hair. It wasn't so bad for two slaves to fall in love, especially if it made living in this place bearable. It just made things complicated when they were split up, like Zhou Mi and KyuHyun were, but KyuJong didn't think that would happen to them. Tangling his legs up with JungMin's, he rolled the slightly so he was straddling JungMin's waist.
“Up for another round?” JungMin grinned lazily, looking up at KyuJong.
"Always," KyuJong chuckled, leaning down for another deep kiss. "Maybe you're right about me being the insatiable one," he murmured against JungMin's lips.
“Maybe I am.” JungMin grinned as he kissed back, then he flipped them over, proceeding to ravage KyuJong’s neck. “Or maybe I’m really the insatiable one.”
Beside them, HyunJoong rolled his eyes and tried to snuggle into the pillows more so that he wouldn’t need to hear what was coming next.
Chapter: 20/24
Pairing: YoungSaeng/Everyone, multiple side pairings
Rating: NC-17
Crossover: Super Junior, DBSK, Big Bang, UKiss
Genre: Angst, AU,
Summary: Silk robes, leather collars, and sex. In this world, pleasing your Master can mean life or death.
A/N: Ongoing RP with curionenene
The next morning, YoungSaeng woke early to call for breakfast to be delivered to his room. He could get that much with HyunJoong, even if it felt like too much as it was. Sleep hadn't helped his settle his feelings regarding HyunJoong, squashing it down as far as he could to think on later, much later. Later being after the auction and HyunJoong was in his new house. He didn't bother trying to wake HyunJoong until after Zhou Mi had dropped off breakfast, sitting down on the edge of the bed and lightly shaking his shoulder. "Time to wake up Hyun."
But some things still didn’t change, and HyunJoong only made a noncommittal grunt, trying to snuggle even more into the covers.
"Hyun, wake up before I go find JungMin and have him set your hair on fire," YoungSaeng said, poking at HyunJoong's side and arm.
HyunJoong groaned, rolling away from the finger and hiding his head underneath the blankets.
"Fine," YoungSaeng got up, pulling the blankets off of HyunJoong and pulling them off the bed. Hitching up his robe, he climbed onto the bed and stood up, then jumped, bouncing on the bed. "Wake up!"
But the only response he got was HyunJoong curling up, jamming his hands to his ears, continuing to sleep.
Annoyed now, YoungSaeng bounced up high and jumped on top of HyunJoong in a belly flop.
HyunJoong let out a yelp, his eyes flickering upon, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Leaning over, YoungSaeng looked down at HyunJoong, blocking his view. "Time to wake up."
HyunJoong stared at YoungSaeng for a moment before he reached up and enveloped YoungSaeng into a hug, snuggling into him like a bolster and going back to sleep.
Squeaking a little, YoungSaeng frowned at HyunJoong before trying the only thing he could think of next: tickling him.
Shrieking, HyunJoong bolted upright, squirming away from the offending hands. “Yah! Stop!”
"I will when you've woken up!" YoungSaeng said, following after him and continuing to tickle him.
Laughing, HyunJoong squirmed away, holding up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! I’m awake!”
"Good," YoungSaeng grinned, sitting up and sliding off the bed. "It's time for breakfast."
Sighing and panting, HyunJoong flopped onto the bed, giving YoungSaeng the best pathetic expression he could muster. “I don’t wanna get up...”
"Then I'll eat all this food myself," YoungSaeng said, sitting down at the table and starting to eat. "And there won't be any after breakfast sex either."
HyunJoong lay out flat on the bed, eyeing YoungSaeng. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
YoungSaeng glanced over at him, his expression blank. "I'm not threatening HyunJoong, I'm stating a fact. If you don't want to eat, then don't. It makes no difference to me at this point."
HyunJoong sighed, sitting up. “So if I eat there’ll be after breakfast sex?”
"If you want, no one's forcing you," YoungSaeng said tersely, turning back to his food. "You can also go down and eat with the others if you'd like."
Surprisingly, HyunJoong only trotted over to the breakfast table, picking up his robe from the floor and putting it on before he sat down, sedately taking up a bun and biting into it.
"Did you sleep okay?" YoungSaeng asked, continuing to eat slowly.
“Yes. Until you woke me up.” But HyunJoong’s tone was light, meaning no offense. “You?”
"Not really," YoungSaeng admitted softly. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, and it will just make today that much harder."
HyunJoong put the cup he was drinking from down, eyes soft. “I see... I’m... sorry?”
"What are you sorry for?" YoungSaeng looked up at him. "It's not your fault, don't apologize."
“I... know... I just.” HyunJoong paused uncomfortably, and hastily taking up his cup again, mumbled into it. “Nothing.”
YoungSaeng sighed, sitting back in his chair. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so short with you," he said softly. "I... I don't want you to leave. I hate goodbyes and I'll probably be in a sour mood most of the day."
HyunJoong hid a smile. “Well... I’m glad I’ll be missed. And like you said... we will see each other again right?”
"With luck, yes," YoungSaeng nodded. "You will most likely be sent to SooHyun's clan, and he and I are friends. In fact, HyungJoon often goes to visit his brother there, I'm sure he would allow you to visit once in a while."
“I’m sure he will.” HyunJoong smiled. “And you would come to visit as well?”
YoungSaeng frowned, shaking his head slightly. "I don't often visit other clans, especially if I'll have a new slave to train after you leave. I'll try to make time, but no promises."
HyunJoong’s face fell a little but he understood. “Then I’ll come and visit. Although, from the last time I was there, I can tell I’ll probably be kept busy as well..”
"Not really," YoungSaeng shook his head. "Border attacks come only a few times a year, but I wouldn't be surprised if you're sent around to the other clans to heal anyone who is ill or gets injured."
“Probably.” HyunJoong agreed, then fell silent, fidgeting a little in the silence that followed.
A knock on the door interrupted the silence, KyuJong poking his head in. "Good morning master, are you needing us today?"
"No, I won't be needing you," YoungSaeng said, smiling sadly at HyunJoong. "I was thinking you and the others should spend some time with HyunJoong today though."
JungMin poked his head in, below KyuJong’s so that they looked like some sort of odd totem pole. “Really? I’d thought you’d hog him for yourself until you had to send him to the auction?”
"No, I know you all would want to spend time with him today as well," YoungSaeng said diplomatically. "He's mine tonight though."
“I knew there was a catch.” JungMin grinned, but he slid in, taking HyunJoong by the arm. “Probably not good idea to eat so much.” He murmured to HyunJoong, who only looked confused as he was pulled away.
"Don't break him," YoungSaeng sighed, waving as KyuJong giddily closed the door behind them.
"So did you fuck the master?" KyuJong asked, his arm around HyunJoong's shoulders as they went down the stairs.
JungMin laughed when HyunJoong turned beetroot red. “From his expression, he most definitely did.”
"He's good isn't he? I told you he'd be good," KyuJong said, poking him in the side. "So what shall we do with him today Min?"
“I don’t know… maybe we should get him to fuck the both of us, or maybe he’ll enjoy being in the middle… or how do you feel about being filled by the both of us?” JungMin ribbed HyunJoong with a growing grin at how HyunJoong looked as if he was actually physically shrinking with each word.
"Let's not scare him," KyuJong chided gently, though he was grinning. "What do you want Hyun? Or maybe we should just drag you to a room and throw you down, then let you decide. You seem to make better decisions when you're naked anyway."
HyunJoong looked extremely uncomfortable, and KyuJong’s embarrassing (albeit) statement didn’t help. “Maybe I should have just stayed with YoungSaeng.”
“Aww… you don’t mean that.” JungMin teased, leaning in and sucking on a patch of HyunJoong’s skin, making the other man shudder.
"He just doesn't want to admit he wants us," KyuJong chuckled, dragging HyunJoong towards JungMin's room since it was the closest. "It is your last day after all, why not have a little fun?"
JungMin pushed HyunJoong onto the bed, making the older man yelp. “I wouldn’t call this fu-aaaah…” HyunJoong’s sentence broke off into a garbled moan as JungMin reached underneath the robes, palming him mercilessly.
"Sure you wouldn't call it fun now," KyuJong chuckled, undoing the ties on HyunJoong's robes and pushing the fabric out of the way. "We haven't even started yet." With that, he dropped down to catch a nipple between his lips.
Not even having a moment to collect his thoughts, HyunJoong cried out, shivering under the combination of KyuJong’s and JungMin’s administrations. When he finally got a break as JungMin began to pull down his underwear, he glared at them, mumbling. “You two are incorrigible.”
KyuJong glanced at JungMin then looked back down at HyunJoong, shrugging his shoulders. "We know, but if you did have a problem with this, just say no and we'll stop."
HyunJoong sighed, “I didn’t say you should stop. Just that you were incorrigible.” Then there was a slight twinkle in his eyes. “Besides, you always redouble your efforts whenever I act all grumpy and pouty.”
"We've been had JungMin," KyuJong scowled down at HyunJoong. "He played us for fools. What are we going to do about that?"
“Of course we have to punish him.” JungMin grinned at KyuJong, tugging at HyunJoong’s length, making sure that he wouldn’t have a chance to protest. “Any ideas?”
KyuJong made a show of thinking about that, running his hand over HyunJoong's chest. "Hmm, let's see, it would have to be something we would both enjoy. You know I've really been looking forward to him fucking me senseless, as I'm sure you've been wanting to do the same to him... you said something about him being in the middle? Would that be enough of a punishment you think?"
“Mmm... perhaps...” JungMin licked his lips with a grin. “Alright... we’ll go with it.”
Then pulling HyunJoong onto his knees, he murmured, almost as an afterthought. “Or at least we’ll start with that.”
"I'd ask your opinion HyunJoong, but you're outvoted," KyuJong said, sliding in underneath him. "Something tells me you'll enjoy it though."
HyunJoong only managed to get out a soft, long-suffering sigh, but there was hint of a smile on his lips, even when JungMin’s lubricated finger entered him without warning and he let out a strangled whine.
JungMin raised an eyebrow as he handed the lube to KyuJong. “He’s surprisingly loose... I’d say HyunJoong wasn’t the only one doing the fucking last night.”
"Is that so?" KyuJong grinned, pouring out a generous amount onto his fingers and reaching down to prep himself. "You're lucky, Master doesn't often like to top."
But HyunJoong didn’t seem to be too flattered by the news. Instead, he only looked away, closing his eyes. “Maybe it’s only because I’m leaving soon-aah...!”
JungMin had pulled out his two fingers, deeming HyunJoong loose enough. He used the remainder of the lube to slick himself and now he tilted his head at HyunJoong’s tone, wondering what that was about.
KyuJong frowned slightly, looking up at JungMin even as he shook his head. "No, I don't think that's it," he said softly. "He only tops for people he truly cares about... me, YeSung, and JungMin on the rare occasion he allows it," he said, reaching down with one hand to grasp HyunJoong's length and slick it up with the lube.
“I know he cares... but I don’t think to that extent.” HyunJoong smiled back, shaking his head and panting a little at KyuJong’s touch. “It’s fine. I’m sorry. I’m just a bit melancholic and all, since I’m leaving soon...”
JungMin didn’t say anything, only hugged, HyunJoong from behind, kissing his temple softly as he positioned himself at HyunJoong’s entrance.
"Don't think about leaving, not right now," KyuJong said, leaning up to brush his lips over HyunJoong's. "Right now, you're with us, and in about ten seconds, you're not going to be thinking about anything but JungMin's cock so deep in you."
“Make that five.” JungMin whispered, and pressed in, groaning as he felt HyunJoong’s walls constrict around him.
HyunJoong’s eyes widened in surprise and he nearly fell forward. JungMin was a lot bigger than he expected.
Chuckling a little, KyuJong tried to distract HyunJoong a little with kisses, continuing to stroke his length with one hand. "What about me hm? You going to fuck me Hyun?" he murmured against HyunJoong's lips.
It was hard to think as JungMin pushed inch by inch into him, burying himself all the way till the hilt. But the kisses caught HyunJoong’s attention, and he smiled, murmuring back. “Get on your knees then.”
KyuJong chuckled softly, giving HyunJoong another kiss before rolling over onto his hands and knees. Scooting down a little under him, he rolled his hips back against HyunJoong's length, peeking over his shoulder at him.
HyunJoong had shuddered before letting out a whine, having bucked backward in surprise only to bury JungMin deeper in him. JungMin too let out a grunt of surprise, eyeing KyuJong over HyunJoong’s shoulder.
"What?" KyuJong looked at JungMin innocently, reaching behind him to grasp HyunJoong and line him up. With HyunJoong still reeling, he slowly pushed himself back onto HyunJoong, moaning loudly as he went.
HyunJoong’s mind went blank at the heat that began to encase him. Combined with the feeling of being filled, it was almost beyond comprehension, and he let out an unusually vocal moan, his eyes crossing at the feeling of pleasure.
"I... I think he likes it," KyuJong panted, leaning onto his forearms and slowly rocking his hips against HyunJoong's. "And fuck does he feel good, come on Hyun, move a little."
HyunJoong did his best to comply, but it was hard, especially with JungMin picking up the pace behind him. What resulted was more of a spasmodic slap of hips instead of a proper rhythm, but from the moans and grunts, it was pleasurable enough.
KyuJong's hands fisted the sheets under him, jaw slack as the sounds tumbled out from his throat. He could feel JungMin's power hips through HyunJoong's movements and it was sending him into fits. Steadying himself on one arm, he reached down and started to stroke himself against the haphazard rhythm.
It was like being destroyed and renewed both at the same time. Slowly consumed by the fire that shot through his spine as JungMin slammed into him, and renewed by the pleasurable warmth that KyuJong provided. He could hardly do anything to keep up with the situation, and he didn’t try, only letting the basest needs of his body rule his actions.
Noticing that HyunJoong was too out of it to do anything, JungMin reached down, slapping KyuJong’s hand away and helping the other man to pump his erection.
KyuJong made a squeak of dismay, but let JungMin do as he pleased, it was just easier that way. Not that KyuJong minded since JungMin seemed to know just how to jerk him off in the way that felt the best. As it was, KyuJong stopped caring after a half a second when HyunJoong's angle changed just enough that he was brushing up against that spot that had KyuJong screaming in pleasure.
Unable to hold it any longer, HyunJoong felt the pleasure inch past his threshold of control and he came with a loud roar, writhing in between the two others.
Feeling and hearing HyunJoong releasing, KyuJong had to work himself back onto HyunJoong's softening length. Panting and crying out from JungMin's continued administrations until he too came with a loud pleasured cry all over JungMin's hand.
JungMin came the last, releasing an oddly melodic moan as he thrust one last time into HyunJoong’s slackening body. And once he was done, he lowered them all slowly onto the bed, panting deeply as he did.
Sighing softly in contentment, KyuJong curled up against HyunJoong, his arm reaching around to rest on JungMin's side. "Well that's something I won't soon forget," he murmured tiredly.
HyunJoong could only murmur a grunt of assent, while JungMin grinned, patting KyuJong’s arm before reaching to brush the hair off HyunJoong’s face. “Indeed, too bad we couldn't get YoungSaeng to join too.”
"Maybe later?" KyuJong said, kissing a spot on the skin of HyunJoong's warm chest. "We do have the rest of the day right? I doubt YoungSaeng will turn down the opportunity."
“He would probably take up your offer.” HyunJoong murmured sleepily. “Things are a bit... awkward between us now.”
"Awkward why?" KyuJong frowned, resting his chin on HyunJoong's chest.
HyunJoong was quiet for a while, so quiet that JungMin almost thought that he fell asleep. Then finally he whispered. “I told him... about how I feel about him.”
"... How do you feel about him?" KyuJong asked, glancing worriedly at JungMin. "You don't... do you love him Hyun?"
JungMin looked equally worried, straightening up as he waited for HyunJoong to respond.
Finally, HyunJoong said. “...I do... but I know nothing can come of it. But I just thought... I’d let him know, before I leave. Seems like it was bad idea.”
KyuJong sighed, shaking his head. "It wasn't a bad idea, not at all," he soothed. "It's just... you know YoungSaeng's position, and even if he did feel the same way, he couldn't do anything about it. If things are awkward between you two then... it's probably because he does feel the same way, and admitting it would be very bad for us all."
“Don’t.” HyunJoong shook his head, closing his eyes. “Don’t... say that. It’ll be better if I think that he doesn’t have feelings for me. At least, that way, it’ll be easier for me to let him go.”
JungMin frowned, wrapping HyunJoong into a soft hug. “Oh, Hyun...”
Heart aching for HyunJoong, KyuJong curled up tighter against him, kissing bits of skin. "It'll be okay Hyun..." he soothed. "Oh but why couldn't you have fallen in love with me, or Min."
HyunJoong snorted at that. “You two are obviously in love with each other. I can’t get in the way of that...”
KyuJong's cheeks flared in red, looking at JungMin out of the corner of his eye. "I don't know what you're talking about, the master likes to invent things like that. We are not in love."
JungMin was just as equally red. “Y-yeah. What KyuJong said.”
HyunJoong glanced at KyuJong, then at JungMin and laughed. “Right...”
"We're not!" KyuJong protested, pinching one of HyunJoong's nipples lightly. "Just friends, friends who occasionally fuck... okay, more than occasionally."
“You’re more than just that.” HyunJoong glared at KyuJong, slapping away JungMin’s attempt to punish him as well. “Geez... if I can tell that I’m in love with YoungSaeng, then obviously I can tell if you two are in love with each other. So just kiss and ignore me while I go sleep now.”
JungMin stared incredulously at HyunJoong, looking up at KyuJong only to feel a blush creep onto his face.
KyuJong felt like sinking into the floor at HyunJoong's words, shifting awkwardly and trying not to look at JungMin. "What do you think?" he asked, the question directed at JungMin.
“I... I... don’t know?” For the first time, JungMin’s usual confidence was absent and he blushed as red as his hair, biting his lips.
"I.. know I love you, I've said as much," KyuJong said, stuttering a little over his words. "But... in love with you? I don't know about that. Why does it matter?"
“I... don’t know. I feel the same way.” JungMin mumbled, then poked HyunJoong in the side, “Yah! How did this get from you to us?”
But HyunJoong was already fast asleep.
"Brat," KyuJong huffed, climbing over HyunJoong to curl up against JungMin, looking up into his eyes. "Maybe... maybe he's right... I do love you, and thinking of you being taken away from this house for any reason kills me... I love spending my day with you, no matter what we're doing."
JungMin was just about to grumble to KyuJong about the same thing when the unexpected words made his eyes widen. “I... I guess, I feel the same way...”
Lips curling upwards a little, KyuJong shifted closer to give JungMin a soft slow kiss. "I guess it's not such a bad thing if he's right," he murmured, sliding his arm around JungMin's waist. "I love you, Min."
Smiling softly back, JungMin deepened the kiss, hands pulling KyuJong closer. “I guess it’s not.” He mumbled against KyuJong’s lips.
Eyes slipping closed, KyuJong just enjoyed lazily kissing JungMin, running his free hand through JungMin's hair. It wasn't so bad for two slaves to fall in love, especially if it made living in this place bearable. It just made things complicated when they were split up, like Zhou Mi and KyuHyun were, but KyuJong didn't think that would happen to them. Tangling his legs up with JungMin's, he rolled the slightly so he was straddling JungMin's waist.
“Up for another round?” JungMin grinned lazily, looking up at KyuJong.
"Always," KyuJong chuckled, leaning down for another deep kiss. "Maybe you're right about me being the insatiable one," he murmured against JungMin's lips.
“Maybe I am.” JungMin grinned as he kissed back, then he flipped them over, proceeding to ravage KyuJong’s neck. “Or maybe I’m really the insatiable one.”
Beside them, HyunJoong rolled his eyes and tried to snuggle into the pillows more so that he wouldn’t need to hear what was coming next.