Appreciation
Title: Appreciation
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Taemin - OT3
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Double penetration. READ THIS WARNING THIS TIME GUYS OTL
Inspired by this picture. Idk who made it but they ruined my life lmfao
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No one could tear their eyes off of the couple parading around the stage. No one wanted to. It was hypnotizing, the way Minho's whole body seemed to wave and roll like it was specifically designed for salsa. It was mesmerizing, the way Taemin's body complemented each one of Minho's simple movements, as if his sole purpose for living was be to there next to the older boy, to make him look even better than he already did.
The dance wasn't that complicated, admittedly, for seasoned dancers such as Minho and Taemin. It was at a moderately difficult level yet it still could have been spiced up more, with a toss here or an extra twist there. But it was the fact that the two men dancing it had such chemistry that just made it so captivating. The crowd was cheering, fangirls were screaming, men were looking on jealously...
Jonghyun was on the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the two younger boys, heat rising in his cheeks, a permanent smile plastered on his lips.
Minho and Taemin were his, and as they got closer together he saw that look on Minho's face, the look that Taemin reciprocated and he knew they wanted to kiss. Ohhh he knew they wanted to kiss and maybe even fuck right then and there and so he called out to distract them, to snap them from their trance because he was the only one that could. And the boys broke their gaze and went into the next steps easily, their brief relapse unnoticeable to anyone other than Jonghyun. It was how he liked it. He should be the only one to read them.
The dance was over just as quickly as it started, the sexual charge to taut in the air, crackling and sending chills down Jonghyun's spine. He clenched his teeth as they talked and he could hear Key talking to him, rambling about how proud he was of them for being able to execute the dance so well with having such little practice between schedules but Jonghyun couldn't hear a damn word his best friend was saying.
Because as soon as the cameras shut off and the audience was ushered out and the idols started to mingle with each other Jonghyun stole away to the corridor, heading to the pre-arranged green room that was guaranteed to be empty after the set. Jonghyun's heart was nearly up in his throat, pumping so hard and making his vision fuzzy as he pressed down on the handle of the door and swung it open - and his cock sprang to life at the sight that was waiting for him.
Sprawled on the couch was Taemin, his vest half off his shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned, the skin of his chest red and abused. His pants were undone and his hard cock was pulled out of his underwear, bobbing in the air, pre-cum shining softly in the light. His hair was tousled, lips swollen and his eyes wet and glazed over, the perfect picture of someone who had been thoroughly ravished.
On the armrest of the couch was Minho, his long legs spread, fingers fisting his cock slowly. His shoulders were partially on the back of the couch, his shirt unbuttoned as well and half off of his body, his sculpted abs flexing and relaxing with each inhale and exhale, a light layer of sweat coating his lightly tanned flesh.
Their eyes were on Jonghyun instantly and the elder moved into the room and shut the door behind them, flipping the dead bolt. It didn't matter - the whole studio would be hearing their screams soon enough.
He walked to the couch and stood in front of them, hands coolly in his pockets as he smirked and glanced between them. Taemin shuddered visibly, obviously resisting touching his cock - he knew better than to touch himself without permission. Minho, on the other hand, smirked with that same fierce expression on his face as when he was dancing, when he was manhandling Taemin so easily on the dancefloor, fingers still gripping his dripping cock.
"Undress me."
The command was short and simple and both Taemin and Minho got up off of the couch, moving to either side of the smaller singer. Taemin's lips met with Jonghyun's ear, nibbling on the flesh and licking it obscenely, his talented mouth giving a preview of what he would surely be doing in a few moments' time. Minho's thick fingers moved to start unbuttoning Jonghyun's collared shirt, wasting no time in pushing the material off of Jonghyun's shoulders. Cool air met his skin but Jonghyun suppressed his shiver, needing to be in complete control.
Taemin's hands moved to caress and molest his back and shoulders, the defined muscles never not undergoing abuse from the maknae. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. But Jonghyun didn't scold him; instead he shifted his back muscles, curving his s-line a bit and Taemin let out a puff of hot air against his ear, a needy sound riding the back of the warm oxygen and spilling into Jonghyun's ear drum to reverberate behind his eyeballs.
Minho's hands trailed down his front as Taemin's trailed down the back and it was way too perfect, the two of them greedily mapping the expanse of his toned skin. He could never get enough of it, and as Minho's and Taemin's hands joined together to pull off the belt and the pants to get Jonghyun completely naked, Jonghyun finally let a small noise past his dry lips.
The maknae dropped to his knees instantly, like the good boy he was, gripping the base of Jonghyun's leaking arousal and sucking on the head hungrily, like a kitten starved for milk. Minho's lips trailed over the vocalists' neck and Jonghyun tilted his head a bit and as a singular unit they moved to the couch, collapsing onto it. Jonghyun leaned back against the cushions, legs spread with Taemin kneeling between them, taking in all of that dick, flexing his throat muscles to create a vice around the shaft. Jonghyun hissed and tangled his fingers in Taemin's dark locks and briefly he missed the extensions, missed out he could gather them in his fingers and yank on them to direct Taemin how much or how little wanted. But Taemin's hair was still long and it was still satiny as ever, healthier now that there was no bleach in it to dye it lighter.
Minho's lips glued onto the older man's and their kiss was everything but a kiss; it was teeth, tongues, grunts and questing hands as Jonghyun's hips bucked up into Taemin's well-trained mouth. Minho sat down next to the vocalist and pressed their sides together, their lips still battling for dominance and Taemin shifted, his hand reaching out to grip Minho's cock and start stroking it. The two older boys turned into each other and Taemin leaned forward, the new position allowing him to lick and lave at both of the thick cocks at the same time.
The two swollen heads pushed into Taemin's mouth, his lips stretching to the point of cracking, used to the abuse as he took in the tips of the drooling cocks and started to lave saliva all over them. Minho and Jonghyun groaned into each other's mouths, the visual of Taemin sucking on two dicks almost too much for either of them, no matter how many times the maknae managed that magnificent personal talent.
"Fuck, Taemin," Jonghyun groaned as his and Minho's lips finally parted, his brows furrowed in concentrated pleasure as he glanced down at the younger. "Get on my dick, now."
Never one to make his hyungs wait, Taemin crawled over Jonghyun's lip and two sets of eyes watched as the maknae sunk his ass onto Jonghyun's pulsating dick easily, only letting out a soft whine of pleasure as he did so. Minho fisted his cock once again and Jonghyun nodded towards Minho, then at Taemin, a sick, amused smirk tugging at his lips.
"Get your fingers in there," Jonghyun said, as if it were perfectly normal to suggest something like that.
Taemin froze, his eyes widening slightly, and Minho's eyes widened a bit too, though more in curiosity than the bit of horror that was flicking in Taemin's eyes.
"He's a good boy," Jonghyun said, patting Taemin's thigh lightly, before gripping his hips and forcing him the rest of the way down onto his cock, making the maknae cry out softly. "Right, Taemin?"
Taemin could only nod, he knew punishment wouldn't be too great if he disobeyed either of his hyungs right now. Sometimes punishment was tolerable - maybe spankings or maybe even just having to abstain from sex for a week. But sometimes Jonghyun was unforgiving and worst case scenario was being fucked til he couldn't walk (which wasn't as awesome as it sounded), or maybe having some inanimate object stuck in his asshole for three days straight.
Minho only looked a little bit unsure, but Jonghyun grabbed his hand and made the decision for him, and soon those rough hands were spanning the expanse of Taemin's smooth ass cheeks, greedily groping at the flesh before his index finger slid in alongside Jonghyun's cock. Taemin whimpered softly with the stretch and dropped his forehead down onto the vocalist's shoulder but Jonghyun merely chuckled and bucked his hips up, gripping Taemin's hips tighter.
"Move, Taemin."
Nodding, Taemin started to use his perfect milky thighs to raise his body and lower it again, fucking down onto Jonghyun's cock. The oldest man reclined and folded his fingers behind his head as Taemin started to pant into the crook of his neck; Minho was moving his finger as well and he added a second one, the stretch only briefly uncomfortable to the maknae before he picked up his rhythm again and kept going, Minho's fingers just getting sucked up into that tight orifice along with Jonghyun's dick.
Jonghyun moved a hand from the back of his head and spit into his palm, reaching down to start coating Minho's cock in the saliva. He gave a few tugs, Minho's clenching his teeth and pushing up into those teasing fingers that were never quite enough, never quite satisfactory and even now Jonghyun's hand pulled away. Sometimes it was like Jonghyun was detached from what was happening, not wanting to prolong his exposure to cocks for too long and sometimes it bothered Taemin, they all knew that. Sometimes Taemin was worried that Jonghyun wasn't really into men, worried that Jonghyun was just going to follow after the next girl that came his way and drop him and Minho like hats. But Minho knew better - he saw the loneliness in Jonghyun's eyes sometimes and how it would immediately light up and be filled with the presence of either himself or Taemin, and Minho knew.
It was a well-kept secret, how much Jonghyun truly loved Taemin and Minho.
A secret that he covered up by being completely overpowering and dominant, and in moments like this when it was the three of them frenzied and rushed and grinding together it was ok that Jonghyun was like that because anything else was unfamiliar and therefore scary.
"Fuck him with me," Jonghyun breathed out, his voice slightly raspy as his big eyes looked up into Minho's, sparkling with arousal and need and silent insistence.
Taemin tried to ignore the words but tried to relax his body at the same time, mentally prepare himself for what was going to come. Minho stood up and moved behind the moving Taemin, one knee between Jonghyun's legs and the other on the outside of their bodies, foot propping him up on the couch. He gripped the base of his dick and rubbed the tip along Jonghyun's balls, the pre-cum coating the hot sacks in a pearly sheen before he slid the head up to where his fingers were still in Taemin's ass.
As he pulled his fingers free he pushed his cock up and inside, Taemin clenching his teeth, fingers digging into Jonghyun's shoulder blades. Tears gathered in his eyes and Jonghyun leaned up to kiss his lips, those sweet trembling lips and Taemin's breath stunted slightly in his chest as Minho pushed in the rest of the way, the fit tighter than it had ever been, even when Taemin was a virgin and -
"Fuck..." Minho panted, resting his forehead on Taemin's shoulder blade, his hand resting on the maknae's hip to try and offer some sort of comfort.
"God, someone move, please," Taemin whispered, probably feeling like he was about to split in half completely and die, his body temperature rising as a few tears slipped out of his closed eyes.
Jonghyun bucked up first and Minho had no choice but to follow the movement; Jonghyun's hands moved to Taemin's hips as well and the vocalist's fingers tangled with the rapper's fingers, joining them together as they started to fuck into Taemin. Minho laid open-mouthed kisses on Taemin's neck and shoulders, over his spine in apology and Taemin relaxed slightly before he leaned down to rest his chest against Jonghyun's and that's when it happened - Taemin mewled loudly and his eyes fluttered open, mouth dropping open in a silent 'o' as his spot was assaulted by two cocks.
The three of them moving together was like an orchestra of perfectly puncuated moans, a symphony of bodies sliding together slick with sweat and saliva. Jonghyun's eyes fluttered a bit and Minho's did the same, Taemin panting wildly and fucking himself harder onto their cocks, by now the pain a far, far thought from his mind. Minho looked pleased with himself in his own way and this is what he and Taemin had worked for, day and night whenever they had free time - this salsa dance that wasn't there to make fangirls scream, boys jealous or get higher tv ratings.
This salsa dance had been for Jonghyun, a token of their appreciation.
The vice on their cocks was tight, so tight, the space even smaller with two dicks filling it and with Taemin writhing between them it was beautiful, so beautiful. His hair was slicked with sweat and his cheeks were flushed and Jonghyun reached between them to stroke Taemin's dick haphazardly in time with their thrusts and Taemin closed his eyes and crooned because Jonghyun never did anything like that, maybe just once and it was in that split second that Taemin lost it, his orgasm spurring forth and his cum coating Jonghyun's hand and his chest in waves.
The tightness of Taemin's channel was overwhelming for both Jonghyun and Minho and Jonghyun came first, the release so hard and powerful in such a tight space that his cum squirted out of the spaces where their dicks were meeting Taemin's stretched hole, dripping down the sides of their shafts and onto his balls. But like usual Minho was left, his stamina never to be outdone, and the two cocks removed themselves from Taemin's body and the maknae collapsed to the side onto the sofa cushions, panting heavily.
Minho's cock looked glorious, like that. Red and throbbing with the vein on the underside visible, Jonghyun's cum staining it and the slick juices of Taemin's asshole dripping down to his balls. Jonghyun leaned forward and without warning took the tip of Minho's cock into his mouth, Minho letting out a low noise of surprise because this was a rare act and it really shouldn't be because Jonghyun's lips looked glorious as they spread around Minho's fat dick.
His throat relaxed and he took the athlete in as far as he could, dick hitting his gag reflex, and he started to lave his tongue around the flesh, sick wet noises filling the air. Taemin was suddenly next to him licking and suckling at whatever Jonghyun couldn't fit into his mouth and Minho gripped the base of both of their necks, trying to ground himself as his hips quaked and bucked forward slightly. Taemin was a magnificent dick sucker and Jonghyun wasn't bad either but both of them being down there was almost too much to handle and Minho opened his eyes, glancing down to see both of them looking up at him, mouths devouring his cock and his balls tightened and he pulled back, cumming hotly, his seed spilling onto Taemin's hair and cheek, and onto Jonghyun's chin and collarbone.
They all fell into a heap on the couch, an entanglement of limbs and sweat and cum and they caught their breaths slowly. Jonghyun reached over to run his fingers through the unsoiled part of Taemin's hair, his other hand moving to run over Minho's thigh gently in a rare show of affection. Taemin reveled in it, leaning into the touch like a content kitten being loved by its master, Minho chuckling and putting his hand on top of Jonghyun's.
Bang. "Yah!"
Jonghyun rolled his eyes as Key's voice came from the other side of the door.
"Clean up you idiots, the van leaves in five minutes."
Jonghyun listened for the sound of Key's boots clacking away, probably getting Onew so they could steal away and share some secret kisses.
"Prude," Taemin commented, staring at the door.
Minho and Jonghyun exchanged glances, before laughing and nodding.
"Yeah, definitely a prude."
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Taemin - OT3
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Double penetration. READ THIS WARNING THIS TIME GUYS OTL
Inspired by this picture. Idk who made it but they ruined my life lmfao
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No one could tear their eyes off of the couple parading around the stage. No one wanted to. It was hypnotizing, the way Minho's whole body seemed to wave and roll like it was specifically designed for salsa. It was mesmerizing, the way Taemin's body complemented each one of Minho's simple movements, as if his sole purpose for living was be to there next to the older boy, to make him look even better than he already did.
The dance wasn't that complicated, admittedly, for seasoned dancers such as Minho and Taemin. It was at a moderately difficult level yet it still could have been spiced up more, with a toss here or an extra twist there. But it was the fact that the two men dancing it had such chemistry that just made it so captivating. The crowd was cheering, fangirls were screaming, men were looking on jealously...
Jonghyun was on the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the two younger boys, heat rising in his cheeks, a permanent smile plastered on his lips.
Minho and Taemin were his, and as they got closer together he saw that look on Minho's face, the look that Taemin reciprocated and he knew they wanted to kiss. Ohhh he knew they wanted to kiss and maybe even fuck right then and there and so he called out to distract them, to snap them from their trance because he was the only one that could. And the boys broke their gaze and went into the next steps easily, their brief relapse unnoticeable to anyone other than Jonghyun. It was how he liked it. He should be the only one to read them.
The dance was over just as quickly as it started, the sexual charge to taut in the air, crackling and sending chills down Jonghyun's spine. He clenched his teeth as they talked and he could hear Key talking to him, rambling about how proud he was of them for being able to execute the dance so well with having such little practice between schedules but Jonghyun couldn't hear a damn word his best friend was saying.
Because as soon as the cameras shut off and the audience was ushered out and the idols started to mingle with each other Jonghyun stole away to the corridor, heading to the pre-arranged green room that was guaranteed to be empty after the set. Jonghyun's heart was nearly up in his throat, pumping so hard and making his vision fuzzy as he pressed down on the handle of the door and swung it open - and his cock sprang to life at the sight that was waiting for him.
Sprawled on the couch was Taemin, his vest half off his shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned, the skin of his chest red and abused. His pants were undone and his hard cock was pulled out of his underwear, bobbing in the air, pre-cum shining softly in the light. His hair was tousled, lips swollen and his eyes wet and glazed over, the perfect picture of someone who had been thoroughly ravished.
On the armrest of the couch was Minho, his long legs spread, fingers fisting his cock slowly. His shoulders were partially on the back of the couch, his shirt unbuttoned as well and half off of his body, his sculpted abs flexing and relaxing with each inhale and exhale, a light layer of sweat coating his lightly tanned flesh.
Their eyes were on Jonghyun instantly and the elder moved into the room and shut the door behind them, flipping the dead bolt. It didn't matter - the whole studio would be hearing their screams soon enough.
He walked to the couch and stood in front of them, hands coolly in his pockets as he smirked and glanced between them. Taemin shuddered visibly, obviously resisting touching his cock - he knew better than to touch himself without permission. Minho, on the other hand, smirked with that same fierce expression on his face as when he was dancing, when he was manhandling Taemin so easily on the dancefloor, fingers still gripping his dripping cock.
"Undress me."
The command was short and simple and both Taemin and Minho got up off of the couch, moving to either side of the smaller singer. Taemin's lips met with Jonghyun's ear, nibbling on the flesh and licking it obscenely, his talented mouth giving a preview of what he would surely be doing in a few moments' time. Minho's thick fingers moved to start unbuttoning Jonghyun's collared shirt, wasting no time in pushing the material off of Jonghyun's shoulders. Cool air met his skin but Jonghyun suppressed his shiver, needing to be in complete control.
Taemin's hands moved to caress and molest his back and shoulders, the defined muscles never not undergoing abuse from the maknae. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. But Jonghyun didn't scold him; instead he shifted his back muscles, curving his s-line a bit and Taemin let out a puff of hot air against his ear, a needy sound riding the back of the warm oxygen and spilling into Jonghyun's ear drum to reverberate behind his eyeballs.
Minho's hands trailed down his front as Taemin's trailed down the back and it was way too perfect, the two of them greedily mapping the expanse of his toned skin. He could never get enough of it, and as Minho's and Taemin's hands joined together to pull off the belt and the pants to get Jonghyun completely naked, Jonghyun finally let a small noise past his dry lips.
The maknae dropped to his knees instantly, like the good boy he was, gripping the base of Jonghyun's leaking arousal and sucking on the head hungrily, like a kitten starved for milk. Minho's lips trailed over the vocalists' neck and Jonghyun tilted his head a bit and as a singular unit they moved to the couch, collapsing onto it. Jonghyun leaned back against the cushions, legs spread with Taemin kneeling between them, taking in all of that dick, flexing his throat muscles to create a vice around the shaft. Jonghyun hissed and tangled his fingers in Taemin's dark locks and briefly he missed the extensions, missed out he could gather them in his fingers and yank on them to direct Taemin how much or how little wanted. But Taemin's hair was still long and it was still satiny as ever, healthier now that there was no bleach in it to dye it lighter.
Minho's lips glued onto the older man's and their kiss was everything but a kiss; it was teeth, tongues, grunts and questing hands as Jonghyun's hips bucked up into Taemin's well-trained mouth. Minho sat down next to the vocalist and pressed their sides together, their lips still battling for dominance and Taemin shifted, his hand reaching out to grip Minho's cock and start stroking it. The two older boys turned into each other and Taemin leaned forward, the new position allowing him to lick and lave at both of the thick cocks at the same time.
The two swollen heads pushed into Taemin's mouth, his lips stretching to the point of cracking, used to the abuse as he took in the tips of the drooling cocks and started to lave saliva all over them. Minho and Jonghyun groaned into each other's mouths, the visual of Taemin sucking on two dicks almost too much for either of them, no matter how many times the maknae managed that magnificent personal talent.
"Fuck, Taemin," Jonghyun groaned as his and Minho's lips finally parted, his brows furrowed in concentrated pleasure as he glanced down at the younger. "Get on my dick, now."
Never one to make his hyungs wait, Taemin crawled over Jonghyun's lip and two sets of eyes watched as the maknae sunk his ass onto Jonghyun's pulsating dick easily, only letting out a soft whine of pleasure as he did so. Minho fisted his cock once again and Jonghyun nodded towards Minho, then at Taemin, a sick, amused smirk tugging at his lips.
"Get your fingers in there," Jonghyun said, as if it were perfectly normal to suggest something like that.
Taemin froze, his eyes widening slightly, and Minho's eyes widened a bit too, though more in curiosity than the bit of horror that was flicking in Taemin's eyes.
"He's a good boy," Jonghyun said, patting Taemin's thigh lightly, before gripping his hips and forcing him the rest of the way down onto his cock, making the maknae cry out softly. "Right, Taemin?"
Taemin could only nod, he knew punishment wouldn't be too great if he disobeyed either of his hyungs right now. Sometimes punishment was tolerable - maybe spankings or maybe even just having to abstain from sex for a week. But sometimes Jonghyun was unforgiving and worst case scenario was being fucked til he couldn't walk (which wasn't as awesome as it sounded), or maybe having some inanimate object stuck in his asshole for three days straight.
Minho only looked a little bit unsure, but Jonghyun grabbed his hand and made the decision for him, and soon those rough hands were spanning the expanse of Taemin's smooth ass cheeks, greedily groping at the flesh before his index finger slid in alongside Jonghyun's cock. Taemin whimpered softly with the stretch and dropped his forehead down onto the vocalist's shoulder but Jonghyun merely chuckled and bucked his hips up, gripping Taemin's hips tighter.
"Move, Taemin."
Nodding, Taemin started to use his perfect milky thighs to raise his body and lower it again, fucking down onto Jonghyun's cock. The oldest man reclined and folded his fingers behind his head as Taemin started to pant into the crook of his neck; Minho was moving his finger as well and he added a second one, the stretch only briefly uncomfortable to the maknae before he picked up his rhythm again and kept going, Minho's fingers just getting sucked up into that tight orifice along with Jonghyun's dick.
Jonghyun moved a hand from the back of his head and spit into his palm, reaching down to start coating Minho's cock in the saliva. He gave a few tugs, Minho's clenching his teeth and pushing up into those teasing fingers that were never quite enough, never quite satisfactory and even now Jonghyun's hand pulled away. Sometimes it was like Jonghyun was detached from what was happening, not wanting to prolong his exposure to cocks for too long and sometimes it bothered Taemin, they all knew that. Sometimes Taemin was worried that Jonghyun wasn't really into men, worried that Jonghyun was just going to follow after the next girl that came his way and drop him and Minho like hats. But Minho knew better - he saw the loneliness in Jonghyun's eyes sometimes and how it would immediately light up and be filled with the presence of either himself or Taemin, and Minho knew.
It was a well-kept secret, how much Jonghyun truly loved Taemin and Minho.
A secret that he covered up by being completely overpowering and dominant, and in moments like this when it was the three of them frenzied and rushed and grinding together it was ok that Jonghyun was like that because anything else was unfamiliar and therefore scary.
"Fuck him with me," Jonghyun breathed out, his voice slightly raspy as his big eyes looked up into Minho's, sparkling with arousal and need and silent insistence.
Taemin tried to ignore the words but tried to relax his body at the same time, mentally prepare himself for what was going to come. Minho stood up and moved behind the moving Taemin, one knee between Jonghyun's legs and the other on the outside of their bodies, foot propping him up on the couch. He gripped the base of his dick and rubbed the tip along Jonghyun's balls, the pre-cum coating the hot sacks in a pearly sheen before he slid the head up to where his fingers were still in Taemin's ass.
As he pulled his fingers free he pushed his cock up and inside, Taemin clenching his teeth, fingers digging into Jonghyun's shoulder blades. Tears gathered in his eyes and Jonghyun leaned up to kiss his lips, those sweet trembling lips and Taemin's breath stunted slightly in his chest as Minho pushed in the rest of the way, the fit tighter than it had ever been, even when Taemin was a virgin and -
"Fuck..." Minho panted, resting his forehead on Taemin's shoulder blade, his hand resting on the maknae's hip to try and offer some sort of comfort.
"God, someone move, please," Taemin whispered, probably feeling like he was about to split in half completely and die, his body temperature rising as a few tears slipped out of his closed eyes.
Jonghyun bucked up first and Minho had no choice but to follow the movement; Jonghyun's hands moved to Taemin's hips as well and the vocalist's fingers tangled with the rapper's fingers, joining them together as they started to fuck into Taemin. Minho laid open-mouthed kisses on Taemin's neck and shoulders, over his spine in apology and Taemin relaxed slightly before he leaned down to rest his chest against Jonghyun's and that's when it happened - Taemin mewled loudly and his eyes fluttered open, mouth dropping open in a silent 'o' as his spot was assaulted by two cocks.
The three of them moving together was like an orchestra of perfectly puncuated moans, a symphony of bodies sliding together slick with sweat and saliva. Jonghyun's eyes fluttered a bit and Minho's did the same, Taemin panting wildly and fucking himself harder onto their cocks, by now the pain a far, far thought from his mind. Minho looked pleased with himself in his own way and this is what he and Taemin had worked for, day and night whenever they had free time - this salsa dance that wasn't there to make fangirls scream, boys jealous or get higher tv ratings.
This salsa dance had been for Jonghyun, a token of their appreciation.
The vice on their cocks was tight, so tight, the space even smaller with two dicks filling it and with Taemin writhing between them it was beautiful, so beautiful. His hair was slicked with sweat and his cheeks were flushed and Jonghyun reached between them to stroke Taemin's dick haphazardly in time with their thrusts and Taemin closed his eyes and crooned because Jonghyun never did anything like that, maybe just once and it was in that split second that Taemin lost it, his orgasm spurring forth and his cum coating Jonghyun's hand and his chest in waves.
The tightness of Taemin's channel was overwhelming for both Jonghyun and Minho and Jonghyun came first, the release so hard and powerful in such a tight space that his cum squirted out of the spaces where their dicks were meeting Taemin's stretched hole, dripping down the sides of their shafts and onto his balls. But like usual Minho was left, his stamina never to be outdone, and the two cocks removed themselves from Taemin's body and the maknae collapsed to the side onto the sofa cushions, panting heavily.
Minho's cock looked glorious, like that. Red and throbbing with the vein on the underside visible, Jonghyun's cum staining it and the slick juices of Taemin's asshole dripping down to his balls. Jonghyun leaned forward and without warning took the tip of Minho's cock into his mouth, Minho letting out a low noise of surprise because this was a rare act and it really shouldn't be because Jonghyun's lips looked glorious as they spread around Minho's fat dick.
His throat relaxed and he took the athlete in as far as he could, dick hitting his gag reflex, and he started to lave his tongue around the flesh, sick wet noises filling the air. Taemin was suddenly next to him licking and suckling at whatever Jonghyun couldn't fit into his mouth and Minho gripped the base of both of their necks, trying to ground himself as his hips quaked and bucked forward slightly. Taemin was a magnificent dick sucker and Jonghyun wasn't bad either but both of them being down there was almost too much to handle and Minho opened his eyes, glancing down to see both of them looking up at him, mouths devouring his cock and his balls tightened and he pulled back, cumming hotly, his seed spilling onto Taemin's hair and cheek, and onto Jonghyun's chin and collarbone.
They all fell into a heap on the couch, an entanglement of limbs and sweat and cum and they caught their breaths slowly. Jonghyun reached over to run his fingers through the unsoiled part of Taemin's hair, his other hand moving to run over Minho's thigh gently in a rare show of affection. Taemin reveled in it, leaning into the touch like a content kitten being loved by its master, Minho chuckling and putting his hand on top of Jonghyun's.
Bang. "Yah!"
Jonghyun rolled his eyes as Key's voice came from the other side of the door.
"Clean up you idiots, the van leaves in five minutes."
Jonghyun listened for the sound of Key's boots clacking away, probably getting Onew so they could steal away and share some secret kisses.
"Prude," Taemin commented, staring at the door.
Minho and Jonghyun exchanged glances, before laughing and nodding.
"Yeah, definitely a prude."