All Tied Up
Title: All Tied Up
Pairing: Onew/Minho/Key/Taemin (OT4)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: An anon that I knew was just talking about this picture. Your only stipulation was no Jonghyun or an ot+. So how about both? :)
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It was the most awkward situation of his life, Jinki decided, as he sat on stage with his hands bound behind his back on that uncomfortable wooden chair.
It was even more awkward when he was forced to re-enact it, hours later, in the dorm with his bandmates. It was even more awkward because… well, last time he checked Taemin’s extensions had been thrown in the trash, Key didn’t own that shade of eyeshadow, and Minho didn’t look like such a pompous ass as he leaned against the wall with his folded arms and hooded eyes.
Jinki shifted in his bonds and found he couldn’t get out of them - Minho had learned how to tie good sailor knots on one episode of Dream Team and apparently the kid had a memory like an elephant.
Jinki’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and gave a crooked smile, “Hah, hah… funny. Minho yah, you’re good at tying knots, Taemin, Key, you both look very pretty… can you let me go now?”
Minho shook his head. Taemin and Kibum were flanked on either side of him, and Jinki looked between all three of them like they had gone mad - and then Minho pressed a button on the remote he was holding and a soft bass filled the living room. Instantly, as a unit, Taemin and Kibum started to gyrate their bodies to the beat, hips swaying and chests rolling as their hands wandered their own bodies; Kibum’s hands moved over his hips, his sinful hips, and Taemin’s hands wandered to his neck, fingers splaying over his collarbone.
Jinki had no idea which of them to look at so he just sat there, looking back and forth between them like a spectator at a tennis game. Minho’s eyes never left Jinki’s face and the leader could feel the heat of his stare prickling his cheekbones and drying his throat out.
Kibum was the first to move closer, his long and pretty fingers trailing over the exposed skin of Jinki’s bicep. It flexed under the touch and Kibum let out a soft, pleased gasp as his hands greedily mapped both of Jinki’s arms, his body between Jinki’s legs as he got impossibly close, still dancing even as he ran his hands over Jinki’s body. His fingers caught on the hem of the leader’s shirt and dragged it up, pushing it up to his armpits where it was going to remain - Jinki sucked in a breath and tried not to get self conscious as he felt three sets of eyes appraise his chest and abdomen. He personally didn’t think he’d garnered awesome results working out, since he didn’t do it as often as Minho or Jonghyun but apparently that didn’t matter because Taemin dropped to his knees, his tongue tracing the contour of the top row of abs.
The eldest sucked in another breath, his nipples hardening as Kibum moved to the side to allow Taemin access - Taemin scooted between Jinki’s spread legs, his hands resting on the tops of Jinki’s thick thighs as his sinful tongue traced every dip and plane of his stomach before trailing down the hemline of his pants. Kibum’s fingers threaded through the leader’s hair and Jinki’s head fell back, relaxing into the touches as the two did work on him while simultaneously moving to the beat of the music playing in the background.
Minho just stayed against the wall, looking like he was trying to commit the scene to memory. His eyes were still hooded and they were dark, well the whole room was dark save for the dim lamp in the corner so of course Minho’s eyes were dark but they were intense in only the way that Minho’s eyes could be intense and Jinki couldn’t look away from the rapper’s eyes once he made contact with them.
And that was it, he was officially hard with two harlots dancing around him and touching him and with Minho just looking like he owned everything. A strangled sound left the back of Jinki’s throat as Taemin hooked his fingers in his sweatpants and pulled his cock free, an act that should not have been so easy for the maknae. Minho’s eyes stayed trained on Jinki’s face but the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk and Jinki’s cock throbbed, Kibum and Taemin gasping softly most likely at the size of the leader’s dick.
He didn’t have time to feel any self satisfaction before Taemin’s lips surrounded his cock, and finally Jinki broke eye contact with Minho in order to watch the maknae swallow half of his girth. And oh God, the clip-in extensions looked so pretty, Jinki missed Taemin’s long hair so much he even dreamed about it sometimes but these temporary clip-ins that Kibum managed to weave into his blond locks were just as pretty. They weren’t as soft as the original, true extensions but they had almost the same texture and now Taemin really looked like an angel. The tips of the extensions grazed along Jinki’s hips and pelvis and he shuddered, bucking up into Taemin’s mouth - Kibum knelt down next to the youngest and Jinki spread his legs further apart to accommodate the vixen and he temporarily wondered if it was possible to go legally insane by having too much beautiful clouding his vision and filtering in to his brain.
It probably wasn’t.
But fuck if he wasn’t close.
He was on the borderline of insanity when he had been tied to the chair. He was about to break the brink when he felt Kibum’s lips join Taemin’s on his cock, licking and lapping hungrily at whatever Taemin couldn’t fit into his mouth. They looked like kittens sharing a bowl of milk, all purrs and sweet touches as their paws wandered to dig into flesh, kneading and touching and molesting as their lips and tongues dragged over Jinki’s cock to try and get as much of it at once as possible.
His wrists twisted and his arms flexed and fuck he wanted to be out of these bonds so he could just touch one of the harlots eating him alive, but he couldn’t and he let out a slightly frustrated groan his head tilting back with breathless pants, trying to suck oxygen into his blood-deprived brain and his starved lungs.
By the time his cock was dripping with Taemin and Kibum’s combined saliva, Jinki’s thighs were shaking and a sweat had broken out on his forehead. Kibum pulled his sweats and boxers completely off of his body, folding them neatly and setting them on the couch as Taemin straightened and swiveled his hips slowly.
Jinki’s eyes immediately glued to them.
In his periph he saw Kibum go over to Minho to whisper something in his ear but Jinki soon ignored them completely when Taemin slowly teased his t-shirt up his slender torso and then pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor. Jinki’s eyes watched as Taemin’s fingers played with the drawstring on his pajama pants before he undid them and let them fall to the floor - his erection was standing proud and Jinki’s throat was so dry he was surprised he could even make noise.
Kibum was behind Taemin suddenly, bending the maknae over so Taemin’s hands rested on Jinki’s thighs. Jinki leaned forward a bit and Taemin’s head tilted up - their lips connected and some moisture was returned to Jinki’s throat and mouth with how much spit and pre-cum was swimming in Taemin’s mouth and the fact that he was tasting himself didn’t bug Jinki in the slightest because he was finally touching Taemin somehow. Taemin breathed a small grunt into his mouth and Jinki broke the kiss for a second to peer over Taemin’s shoulder, only to see Kibum knuckle-deep in the maknae’s ass.
Oh God.
Oh good fucking God.
Taemin glued his mouth to Jinki’s once again and Jinki moaned and submitted to the kiss, wanting to try and distracted Taemin somehow - with his eyes closed he missed the handoff from Kibum to Taemin, but when the cold leather of a cockring met his flesh Jinki jolted and yelped and fuck if he didn’t almost just break the back of the God damn chair trying to jump away from that contraption.
The maknae’s fingers tightened on his bare thighs and Jinki shuddered as Kibum cooed softly, his words of reassurance falling on deaf ears as Jinki tried to just not fucking cry because he was so hard it hurt and now he was going to suffer through it as long as these demons wanted him to.
Moreover, he was stuck like this until most likely Minho deemed it alright for him to cum because Minho seemed to be the master behind this plan and he was known to be rather unforgiving. At least, at night when Jinki heard a cacophony of Taemin and Kibum’s screams, he assumed that Minho was unforgiving.
“Fuck,” Jinki breathed, and it was the first time that he had ever cursed out loud in front of the members.
None of them seemed phased.
That was alright with Jinki, he had bigger things to worry about than his petty worry of using foul language.
Bigger things like Taemin crawling onto his lap and spreading his ass cheeks apart before he sat down on Jinki’s cock, the sheer tightness of his body stealing Jinki’s breath completely as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, the overwhelming sensation of losing his virginity combined with the fact that Taemin hadn’t been very well prepared nearly knocking him unconscious. But Taemin started moving right away and Jinki couldn’t get the proper leverage to fuck up into him with how stiff and dumb this chair was so he just sat there uselessly, his toes curling and his fingers digging into the ropes as he instantly felt his sanity slip once more.
Kibum was still standing behind Taemin and when Jinki opened his eyes, Kibum’s slender arms were wrapped around Taemin’s body, molesting him and caressing him as the maknae bounced on Jinki’s cock. Jinki swallowed thickly and the moisture was gone from his mouth and throat once more but he didn’t care, as he watched Kibum’s nimble fingers move to wrap around Taemin’s bouncing erection. The maknae looked as though he had been waiting for this all night - and sure enough, Taemin came when Kibum gave a sharp nip to his shoulder, his cum spilling in ropes onto Jinki’s abdomen and the rapper’s fingers.
Taemin rocked his hips and rode out his orgasm, the tightness of his walls clenching sending Jinki on a euphoric high and he felt so close, his stomach clenched and electricity jolted his veins - Taemin was pulled off of his cock by a surprisingly strong Kibum, who smirked down at a frustrated Jinki who howled in displeasure at the fact his orgasm got taken away from him.
Not that he could have came properly wearing that stupid cockring.
“Aw,” Kibum spoke for the first time since he had helped Minho tie Jinki to the chair. “Something wrong…” he leaned down and spoke into Jinki’s ear, “leader ssi?”
Jinki’s cock twitched so hard it slapped against his belly.
Kibum chuckled and divested himself of his clothing - slowly, making sure to drag every spare inch of material slowly over his skin - before he turned around and presented his ass to Jinki, who salivated at the sight of it, so tight and puckered and looking slightly abused. He didn’t need to see the proof of what Minho and Taemin did to Kibum last night but with the rapper’s ass in front of his face Jinki could only lick his lips and think about how he wanted to abuse that hole, too.
And it didn’t take long for Kibum to reach behind himself with one hand, spreading his ass cheeks farther apart to give Jinki a good look before he used his other hand to grip the base of Jinki’s dick, and then lowered himself down. From this angle, with Kibum’s back to him, Jinki could watch as his tight body sank onto his fat dick, could watch as the rapper arched his back and swallowed him whole, trembling as his skin flushed pink. He could watch as Kibum’s hands moved to grip onto his knees to keep himself from toppling over, he could watch as Kibum raised his body with more grace and elegance and experience than the ever-eager Taemin, he could watch as Kibum started to bounce up and down on his dick while he dropped his head back and moaned like a wanton slut.
Fuck Jinki just wanted to tangle his fingers in Kibum’s hair, keep his head pulled back because the way his back arched was like artwork, Jinki just wanted to take a picture and hang it up on his wall like it belonged in some sort of abstract gallery. But he couldn’t and his arms strained against the bonds once more, but finally he managed to get good footing so he could buck his hips up into Kibum’s body - Kibum let out a stuttered cry and almost collapsed but the Almighty Key was flawless in his regain of control as he met Jinki’s bucking and they became unwound at the same time they became wrapped up in each other - Kibum’s fingers on Jinki’s knees dug into the flesh and then Key was coming, his body spasming and Jinki was once again on the brink -
Arms wrapped around Kibum’s chest and pulled him off of Jinki’s lap and the shorter rapper fell onto the couch in a heap, joining Taemin, and now Minho was standing directly in front of Jinki, his shirt discarded and his glorious eight-pack had a light sheen of sweat on it, the muscles contracting with each measured breath he took.
Jinki’s eyes were wide and wet, his jaw slack as once again the possibility of orgasm was ripped from him. His head tipped back a bit so he could look up at Minho and Minho dropped to his knees, his fingers trailing along the leather strap of the cock ring. Jinki hissed slightly and watched, eyes going even wider as Minho lowered himself and took the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before he completely managed to deep throat Jinki.
Taemin and Kibum had been a sight to behold when they lapped at Jinki’s cock like kittens starved for milk, but Minho was something entirely different.
Maybe it was because, despite the fact Jinki heard Minho fucking Taemin and Kibum almost every night, Minho had this incredibly masculine air about him, one that you might think nah, he would never suck dick, he would only take and never receive.
But the way his lips wrapped around Jinki’s girth and how his throat opened up so easily to what Taemin nor Kibum could swallow… it was just stunning. It was mind-blowing. Jinki wasn’t full of himself but he didn’t think that really anyone could deep throat him, ever, and he vowed that he would never judge someone if they couldn’t but Minho could and there was something so wrong but so, so very right with that.
His arms flexed once more and the back of the chair creaked, the joint where the back met the seat creaking under his struggle. The chair groaned each time his muscles pushed and pulled against it and actually the chair wasn’t that sturdy at all; Jinki felt almost like he could break it.
A particularly vicious suck to his dick made Jinki fall limp though, his head dropping back and exposing his adam’s apple, sweat-slicked hair falling out of his face as he stared up at the ceiling. Minho’s mouth was doing glorious things to him, he could feel the saliva dripping down his cock and to the insides of his thighs and onto the chair and it was probably dripping down onto the floor, too, and Jesus just how hydrated was Minho right now to even be creating that much spit in the first place?
Jinki’s fingers ached, yearned to be released, still fighting against the coarse braid of the rope as he gave one last yank. The rope snapped, dust flying up in the air with the force of the break and Jinki didn’t even think about how much his arms were screaming at him for exerting that kind of force but he didn’t care because finally he could thread his fingers through Minho’s hair and take a good hold on something, on someone.
Minho wasn’t surprised at all, even though Taemin and Kibum were sitting on the couch with wide eyes, their limbs all draped over each other’s naked bodies as they watched Jinki’s muscles quake and flex in the low light. He used the leverage on Minho’s head to pump his hips up into Minho’s face and Minho reached up with nimble fingers, undoing the cockring and it was like the pleasure exploded throughout Jinki’s entire body, electrodes of euphoria numbing every part of him as he finally came, hard, the ropes of cum shooting down the back of Minho’s throat - the rapper pulled back and Jinki’s cock was still throbbing, still releasing with all of the pent up orgasm and Minho kept his mouth open, the white substance gathering on his tongue and his lower lip.
Once Jinki was done he slumped in the chair, breathless and boneless, and Minho stood up, snapping his fingers. Kibum and Taemin got up off of the couch, even though they looked like they were barely able to stay conscious, and Minho took Taemin’s chin in his fingers, yanking him closer.
Taemin obediently tilted his head back and opened his mouth, allowing Minho to dribble some of Jinki’s cum into the maknae’s mouth. Taemin’s eyes fluttered and his fingers clawed at Minho’s chest gently, and then the tall athlete turned to Kibum, giving the same rough treatment, as well as the treat itself. The two boys lapped it up eagerly, swirling it around on their tongues before swallowing it, and Jinki was still a bit dazed and confused as he looked at the tree of them, reaching a hand to wipe his sweaty fringe off of his hot forehead.
“So,” Jinki panted out, a quirky smile gracing his lips.
Kibum arched a brow. Taemin grinned. Minho’s face stayed rather blank, some cum still staining his lower lip.
Jinki’s grin widened, “Do we have to give this chair back any time soon?”
Pairing: Onew/Minho/Key/Taemin (OT4)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: An anon that I knew was just talking about this picture. Your only stipulation was no Jonghyun or an ot+. So how about both? :)
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It was the most awkward situation of his life, Jinki decided, as he sat on stage with his hands bound behind his back on that uncomfortable wooden chair.
It was even more awkward when he was forced to re-enact it, hours later, in the dorm with his bandmates. It was even more awkward because… well, last time he checked Taemin’s extensions had been thrown in the trash, Key didn’t own that shade of eyeshadow, and Minho didn’t look like such a pompous ass as he leaned against the wall with his folded arms and hooded eyes.
Jinki shifted in his bonds and found he couldn’t get out of them - Minho had learned how to tie good sailor knots on one episode of Dream Team and apparently the kid had a memory like an elephant.
Jinki’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and gave a crooked smile, “Hah, hah… funny. Minho yah, you’re good at tying knots, Taemin, Key, you both look very pretty… can you let me go now?”
Minho shook his head. Taemin and Kibum were flanked on either side of him, and Jinki looked between all three of them like they had gone mad - and then Minho pressed a button on the remote he was holding and a soft bass filled the living room. Instantly, as a unit, Taemin and Kibum started to gyrate their bodies to the beat, hips swaying and chests rolling as their hands wandered their own bodies; Kibum’s hands moved over his hips, his sinful hips, and Taemin’s hands wandered to his neck, fingers splaying over his collarbone.
Jinki had no idea which of them to look at so he just sat there, looking back and forth between them like a spectator at a tennis game. Minho’s eyes never left Jinki’s face and the leader could feel the heat of his stare prickling his cheekbones and drying his throat out.
Kibum was the first to move closer, his long and pretty fingers trailing over the exposed skin of Jinki’s bicep. It flexed under the touch and Kibum let out a soft, pleased gasp as his hands greedily mapped both of Jinki’s arms, his body between Jinki’s legs as he got impossibly close, still dancing even as he ran his hands over Jinki’s body. His fingers caught on the hem of the leader’s shirt and dragged it up, pushing it up to his armpits where it was going to remain - Jinki sucked in a breath and tried not to get self conscious as he felt three sets of eyes appraise his chest and abdomen. He personally didn’t think he’d garnered awesome results working out, since he didn’t do it as often as Minho or Jonghyun but apparently that didn’t matter because Taemin dropped to his knees, his tongue tracing the contour of the top row of abs.
The eldest sucked in another breath, his nipples hardening as Kibum moved to the side to allow Taemin access - Taemin scooted between Jinki’s spread legs, his hands resting on the tops of Jinki’s thick thighs as his sinful tongue traced every dip and plane of his stomach before trailing down the hemline of his pants. Kibum’s fingers threaded through the leader’s hair and Jinki’s head fell back, relaxing into the touches as the two did work on him while simultaneously moving to the beat of the music playing in the background.
Minho just stayed against the wall, looking like he was trying to commit the scene to memory. His eyes were still hooded and they were dark, well the whole room was dark save for the dim lamp in the corner so of course Minho’s eyes were dark but they were intense in only the way that Minho’s eyes could be intense and Jinki couldn’t look away from the rapper’s eyes once he made contact with them.
And that was it, he was officially hard with two harlots dancing around him and touching him and with Minho just looking like he owned everything. A strangled sound left the back of Jinki’s throat as Taemin hooked his fingers in his sweatpants and pulled his cock free, an act that should not have been so easy for the maknae. Minho’s eyes stayed trained on Jinki’s face but the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk and Jinki’s cock throbbed, Kibum and Taemin gasping softly most likely at the size of the leader’s dick.
He didn’t have time to feel any self satisfaction before Taemin’s lips surrounded his cock, and finally Jinki broke eye contact with Minho in order to watch the maknae swallow half of his girth. And oh God, the clip-in extensions looked so pretty, Jinki missed Taemin’s long hair so much he even dreamed about it sometimes but these temporary clip-ins that Kibum managed to weave into his blond locks were just as pretty. They weren’t as soft as the original, true extensions but they had almost the same texture and now Taemin really looked like an angel. The tips of the extensions grazed along Jinki’s hips and pelvis and he shuddered, bucking up into Taemin’s mouth - Kibum knelt down next to the youngest and Jinki spread his legs further apart to accommodate the vixen and he temporarily wondered if it was possible to go legally insane by having too much beautiful clouding his vision and filtering in to his brain.
It probably wasn’t.
But fuck if he wasn’t close.
He was on the borderline of insanity when he had been tied to the chair. He was about to break the brink when he felt Kibum’s lips join Taemin’s on his cock, licking and lapping hungrily at whatever Taemin couldn’t fit into his mouth. They looked like kittens sharing a bowl of milk, all purrs and sweet touches as their paws wandered to dig into flesh, kneading and touching and molesting as their lips and tongues dragged over Jinki’s cock to try and get as much of it at once as possible.
His wrists twisted and his arms flexed and fuck he wanted to be out of these bonds so he could just touch one of the harlots eating him alive, but he couldn’t and he let out a slightly frustrated groan his head tilting back with breathless pants, trying to suck oxygen into his blood-deprived brain and his starved lungs.
By the time his cock was dripping with Taemin and Kibum’s combined saliva, Jinki’s thighs were shaking and a sweat had broken out on his forehead. Kibum pulled his sweats and boxers completely off of his body, folding them neatly and setting them on the couch as Taemin straightened and swiveled his hips slowly.
Jinki’s eyes immediately glued to them.
In his periph he saw Kibum go over to Minho to whisper something in his ear but Jinki soon ignored them completely when Taemin slowly teased his t-shirt up his slender torso and then pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor. Jinki’s eyes watched as Taemin’s fingers played with the drawstring on his pajama pants before he undid them and let them fall to the floor - his erection was standing proud and Jinki’s throat was so dry he was surprised he could even make noise.
Kibum was behind Taemin suddenly, bending the maknae over so Taemin’s hands rested on Jinki’s thighs. Jinki leaned forward a bit and Taemin’s head tilted up - their lips connected and some moisture was returned to Jinki’s throat and mouth with how much spit and pre-cum was swimming in Taemin’s mouth and the fact that he was tasting himself didn’t bug Jinki in the slightest because he was finally touching Taemin somehow. Taemin breathed a small grunt into his mouth and Jinki broke the kiss for a second to peer over Taemin’s shoulder, only to see Kibum knuckle-deep in the maknae’s ass.
Oh God.
Oh good fucking God.
Taemin glued his mouth to Jinki’s once again and Jinki moaned and submitted to the kiss, wanting to try and distracted Taemin somehow - with his eyes closed he missed the handoff from Kibum to Taemin, but when the cold leather of a cockring met his flesh Jinki jolted and yelped and fuck if he didn’t almost just break the back of the God damn chair trying to jump away from that contraption.
The maknae’s fingers tightened on his bare thighs and Jinki shuddered as Kibum cooed softly, his words of reassurance falling on deaf ears as Jinki tried to just not fucking cry because he was so hard it hurt and now he was going to suffer through it as long as these demons wanted him to.
Moreover, he was stuck like this until most likely Minho deemed it alright for him to cum because Minho seemed to be the master behind this plan and he was known to be rather unforgiving. At least, at night when Jinki heard a cacophony of Taemin and Kibum’s screams, he assumed that Minho was unforgiving.
“Fuck,” Jinki breathed, and it was the first time that he had ever cursed out loud in front of the members.
None of them seemed phased.
That was alright with Jinki, he had bigger things to worry about than his petty worry of using foul language.
Bigger things like Taemin crawling onto his lap and spreading his ass cheeks apart before he sat down on Jinki’s cock, the sheer tightness of his body stealing Jinki’s breath completely as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, the overwhelming sensation of losing his virginity combined with the fact that Taemin hadn’t been very well prepared nearly knocking him unconscious. But Taemin started moving right away and Jinki couldn’t get the proper leverage to fuck up into him with how stiff and dumb this chair was so he just sat there uselessly, his toes curling and his fingers digging into the ropes as he instantly felt his sanity slip once more.
Kibum was still standing behind Taemin and when Jinki opened his eyes, Kibum’s slender arms were wrapped around Taemin’s body, molesting him and caressing him as the maknae bounced on Jinki’s cock. Jinki swallowed thickly and the moisture was gone from his mouth and throat once more but he didn’t care, as he watched Kibum’s nimble fingers move to wrap around Taemin’s bouncing erection. The maknae looked as though he had been waiting for this all night - and sure enough, Taemin came when Kibum gave a sharp nip to his shoulder, his cum spilling in ropes onto Jinki’s abdomen and the rapper’s fingers.
Taemin rocked his hips and rode out his orgasm, the tightness of his walls clenching sending Jinki on a euphoric high and he felt so close, his stomach clenched and electricity jolted his veins - Taemin was pulled off of his cock by a surprisingly strong Kibum, who smirked down at a frustrated Jinki who howled in displeasure at the fact his orgasm got taken away from him.
Not that he could have came properly wearing that stupid cockring.
“Aw,” Kibum spoke for the first time since he had helped Minho tie Jinki to the chair. “Something wrong…” he leaned down and spoke into Jinki’s ear, “leader ssi?”
Jinki’s cock twitched so hard it slapped against his belly.
Kibum chuckled and divested himself of his clothing - slowly, making sure to drag every spare inch of material slowly over his skin - before he turned around and presented his ass to Jinki, who salivated at the sight of it, so tight and puckered and looking slightly abused. He didn’t need to see the proof of what Minho and Taemin did to Kibum last night but with the rapper’s ass in front of his face Jinki could only lick his lips and think about how he wanted to abuse that hole, too.
And it didn’t take long for Kibum to reach behind himself with one hand, spreading his ass cheeks farther apart to give Jinki a good look before he used his other hand to grip the base of Jinki’s dick, and then lowered himself down. From this angle, with Kibum’s back to him, Jinki could watch as his tight body sank onto his fat dick, could watch as the rapper arched his back and swallowed him whole, trembling as his skin flushed pink. He could watch as Kibum’s hands moved to grip onto his knees to keep himself from toppling over, he could watch as Kibum raised his body with more grace and elegance and experience than the ever-eager Taemin, he could watch as Kibum started to bounce up and down on his dick while he dropped his head back and moaned like a wanton slut.
Fuck Jinki just wanted to tangle his fingers in Kibum’s hair, keep his head pulled back because the way his back arched was like artwork, Jinki just wanted to take a picture and hang it up on his wall like it belonged in some sort of abstract gallery. But he couldn’t and his arms strained against the bonds once more, but finally he managed to get good footing so he could buck his hips up into Kibum’s body - Kibum let out a stuttered cry and almost collapsed but the Almighty Key was flawless in his regain of control as he met Jinki’s bucking and they became unwound at the same time they became wrapped up in each other - Kibum’s fingers on Jinki’s knees dug into the flesh and then Key was coming, his body spasming and Jinki was once again on the brink -
Arms wrapped around Kibum’s chest and pulled him off of Jinki’s lap and the shorter rapper fell onto the couch in a heap, joining Taemin, and now Minho was standing directly in front of Jinki, his shirt discarded and his glorious eight-pack had a light sheen of sweat on it, the muscles contracting with each measured breath he took.
Jinki’s eyes were wide and wet, his jaw slack as once again the possibility of orgasm was ripped from him. His head tipped back a bit so he could look up at Minho and Minho dropped to his knees, his fingers trailing along the leather strap of the cock ring. Jinki hissed slightly and watched, eyes going even wider as Minho lowered himself and took the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before he completely managed to deep throat Jinki.
Taemin and Kibum had been a sight to behold when they lapped at Jinki’s cock like kittens starved for milk, but Minho was something entirely different.
Maybe it was because, despite the fact Jinki heard Minho fucking Taemin and Kibum almost every night, Minho had this incredibly masculine air about him, one that you might think nah, he would never suck dick, he would only take and never receive.
But the way his lips wrapped around Jinki’s girth and how his throat opened up so easily to what Taemin nor Kibum could swallow… it was just stunning. It was mind-blowing. Jinki wasn’t full of himself but he didn’t think that really anyone could deep throat him, ever, and he vowed that he would never judge someone if they couldn’t but Minho could and there was something so wrong but so, so very right with that.
His arms flexed once more and the back of the chair creaked, the joint where the back met the seat creaking under his struggle. The chair groaned each time his muscles pushed and pulled against it and actually the chair wasn’t that sturdy at all; Jinki felt almost like he could break it.
A particularly vicious suck to his dick made Jinki fall limp though, his head dropping back and exposing his adam’s apple, sweat-slicked hair falling out of his face as he stared up at the ceiling. Minho’s mouth was doing glorious things to him, he could feel the saliva dripping down his cock and to the insides of his thighs and onto the chair and it was probably dripping down onto the floor, too, and Jesus just how hydrated was Minho right now to even be creating that much spit in the first place?
Jinki’s fingers ached, yearned to be released, still fighting against the coarse braid of the rope as he gave one last yank. The rope snapped, dust flying up in the air with the force of the break and Jinki didn’t even think about how much his arms were screaming at him for exerting that kind of force but he didn’t care because finally he could thread his fingers through Minho’s hair and take a good hold on something, on someone.
Minho wasn’t surprised at all, even though Taemin and Kibum were sitting on the couch with wide eyes, their limbs all draped over each other’s naked bodies as they watched Jinki’s muscles quake and flex in the low light. He used the leverage on Minho’s head to pump his hips up into Minho’s face and Minho reached up with nimble fingers, undoing the cockring and it was like the pleasure exploded throughout Jinki’s entire body, electrodes of euphoria numbing every part of him as he finally came, hard, the ropes of cum shooting down the back of Minho’s throat - the rapper pulled back and Jinki’s cock was still throbbing, still releasing with all of the pent up orgasm and Minho kept his mouth open, the white substance gathering on his tongue and his lower lip.
Once Jinki was done he slumped in the chair, breathless and boneless, and Minho stood up, snapping his fingers. Kibum and Taemin got up off of the couch, even though they looked like they were barely able to stay conscious, and Minho took Taemin’s chin in his fingers, yanking him closer.
Taemin obediently tilted his head back and opened his mouth, allowing Minho to dribble some of Jinki’s cum into the maknae’s mouth. Taemin’s eyes fluttered and his fingers clawed at Minho’s chest gently, and then the tall athlete turned to Kibum, giving the same rough treatment, as well as the treat itself. The two boys lapped it up eagerly, swirling it around on their tongues before swallowing it, and Jinki was still a bit dazed and confused as he looked at the tree of them, reaching a hand to wipe his sweaty fringe off of his hot forehead.
“So,” Jinki panted out, a quirky smile gracing his lips.
Kibum arched a brow. Taemin grinned. Minho’s face stayed rather blank, some cum still staining his lower lip.
Jinki’s grin widened, “Do we have to give this chair back any time soon?”