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All of Shota’s hyungs get the same notification at the same time.
[You have been added to the group Pink Uprising.]
Stupid:
wtf is a pink uprising
Gross:
and why is everyone but seobie here
Stupid:
too early for birthday planning
Autism:
last thing I need more member notifs
Autism:
how do you remove yourself
Enderman:
how do you mute the chat
Stupid:
how do I mute u guys
Shota:
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Stupid:
… soul
Autism:
oh what fresh fucking hell
Shota:
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⢉⢉⠉⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠠⡰⣕⣗⣷⣧⣀⣅⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⣠⣳⣟⣿⣿⣷⣿⡿⣜⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠄⣳⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣝⠖⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⢢⡹⣿⢷⣯⢿⢷⡫⣗⠍⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡏⢀⢄⠤⣁⠋⠿⣗⣟⡯⡏⢎⠁⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠄⢔⢕⣯⣿⣿⡲⡤⡄⡤⠄⡀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠇⠠⡳⣯⣿⣿⣾⢵⣫⢎⢎⠆⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠄⢨⣫⣿⣿⡿⣿⣻⢎⡗⡕⡅⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠄⢜⢾⣾⣿⣿⣟⣗⢯⡪⡳⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠄⢸⢽⣿⣷⣿⣻⡮⡧⡳⡱⡁⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡄⢨⣻⣽⣿⣟⣿⣞⣗⡽⡸⡐⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡇⢀⢗⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣞⡵⡣⣊⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡀⡣⣗⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡯⡺⣼⠎⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣧⠐⡵⣻⣟⣯⣿⣷⣟⣝⢞⡿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⢘⡺⣽⢿⣻⣿⣗⡷⣹⢩⢃⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠄⠪⣯⣟⣿⢯⣿⣻⣜⢎⢆⠜⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄⢣⣻⣽⣿⣿⣟⣾⡮⡺⡸⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠁⠄⢕⡳⣽⡾⣿⢽⣯⡿⣮⢚⣅⠹⣿⣿⣿
⡿⠋⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⠒⠝⣞⢿⡿⣿⣽⢿⡽⣧⣳⡅⠌⠻⣿
⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠐⡐⠱⡱⣻⡻⣝⣮⣟⣿⣻⣟⣻⡺⣊
Gross:
are we GROUP sexting right now???
[Enderman has left the chat]
Gross: TAKE ME WITH YOU
[Shota has added Enderman to the chat]
Enderman: Shota what the fuck
[Enderman has left the chat]
[Shota has added Enderman to the chat]
Enderman:
I’m taking your phone away
Stupid:
Okay, okay chill guys
Stupid:
Soulie what even ???
Shota:
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠛⢉⢉⠉⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠠⡰⣕⣗⣷⣧⣀⣅⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⣠⣳⣟⣿⣿⣷⣿⡿⣜⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠄⣳⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣝⠖⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⢢⡹⣿⢷⣯⢿⢷⡫⣗⠍⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡏⢀⢄⠤⣁⠋⠿⣗⣟⡯⡏⢎⠁⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠄⢔⢕⣯⣿⣿⡲⡤⡄⡤⠄⡀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠇⠠⡳⣯⣿⣿⣾⢵⣫⢎⢎⠆⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠄⢨⣫⣿⣿⡿⣿⣻⢎⡗⡕⡅⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠄⢜⢾⣾⣿⣿⣟⣗⢯⡪⡳⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠄⢸⢽⣿⣷⣿⣻⡮⡧⡳⡱⡁⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡄⢨⣻⣽⣿⣟⣿⣞⣗⡽⡸⡐⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡇⢀⢗⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣞⡵⡣⣊⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡀⡣⣗⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡯⡺⣼⠎⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣧⠐⡵⣻⣟⣯⣿⣷⣟⣝⢞⡿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⢘⡺⣽⢿⣻⣿⣗⡷⣹⢩⢃⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠄⠪⣯⣟⣿⢯⣿⣻⣜⢎⢆⠜⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄⢣⣻⣽⣿⣿⣟⣾⡮⡺⡸⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠁⠄⢕⡳⣽⡾⣿⢽⣯⡿⣮⢚⣅⠹⣿⣿⣿
⡿⠋⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⠒⠝⣞⢿⡿⣿⣽⢿⡽⣧⣳⡅⠌⠻⣿
⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠐⡐⠱⡱⣻⡻⣝⣮⣟⣿⣻⣟⣻⡺⣊
Stupid:
yeah that part I got
Stupid:
WHY though ????
Shota:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣾⣿⢿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⡿⠿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⠿⠛⠉⠉⢀⣠⣾⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣦⠀⠈⠉⠙⠻⢿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⡿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⡿⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣦⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⠿⠛⠛⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣂⣤⡼⠿⢿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠉⢻⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠈⢿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠈⠹⣿⣤⣦⣸⣿⣿⡟⣿⣦⠀⠘⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⠇⠀⠀⢰⣿⠙⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠈⢹⣿⡇⠈⢿⣇⠀⢹⣿⡄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⣼⡇⠀⣿⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠘⣿⠀⠘⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠸⣿⡇⠀⠘⢿⣿⣟⠛⢳⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⠿⠻⣷⡄⠀⠀⣀⣠⣴⣿⠟⠀⠀⢀⣿⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⡀⠀⠀⢹⣿⡀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⢟⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣷⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⣿⣇⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣶⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣦⣍⣉⠉⠉⠀⢀⣀⣠⣴⣾⣿⠟⠁⠀⣸⣿⠃⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⡄⠀⠀⣰⣾⣿⣿⣿⡛⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠛⠻⠛⢻⣿⣿⣯⣭⡀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣄⣰⣿⡟⠉⠻⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡿⠋⠙⢿⣿⣧⣤⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⢀⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠿⠛⠻⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣾⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⣶⣴⣿⣿⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣼⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⡀⠀
⣼⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠛⠻⠿⠿⠿⣷⣶⣶⣦⣶⣶⡿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⠀
⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇
⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣶⣦⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣦⣤⣠⣤⣤⣤⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇
⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣄⡀⠉⢻⣿⡏⠉⠙⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⢻⣿⣶⣦⣤⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇
⠘⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠿⠿⢶⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣦⡀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⡏
⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀⢿⣶⣤⣄⣀⣾⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣷⣶⣤⣶⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⡿⠋⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠿⢿⣷⣶⣤⣽⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣿⣯⣤⣤⣤⣶⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠋⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Gross:
getting worse
Stupid:
words soul or we’re all blocking you
Autism:
can I do that anyway?
Shota:
summoning a hyung to fuck me
Stupid:
… what
Shota:
the group is for summoning hyungs when I need one
Grumpy:
I’m blocking him
Enderman:
me too
Gross:
… I think I’ll stay
Gross:
take one for the team
Gross:
you know … desperate times desperate measures
Enderman:
you’re THAT desperate to get laid?????
Gross:
I wouldn’t MIND getting laid!!!!!!
Shota:
𓀐𓂸
Gross:
where are you?
Shota:
bedroom
Enderman:
you are NOT fucking in our bedroom
Shota:
kitchen
Enderman:
NO
Shota:
bedroom
Enderman:
if you get ANYTHING on my bed I will end your life
Shota:
(─‿‿─)♡
Gross:
Omw
When Intak gets back to the dorm from the gym he heads straight for the Shota/Theo/Jongseob room and doesn’t bother to knock.
Shota is splayed out on his bottom bunk, already completely naked and … talking to a condom? It’s in the wrapper still, but Shota appears to be giving it a stern talking to in a long string of nonsense sounds.
“Are you casting a magic spell on it to make my dick grow three sizes?” Intak’s already throwing off his sweat stained t-shirt. His eyes are already skating over Shota’s pale, parted thighs.
Shota blinks up at him for several long seconds. “You had a good idea.” His brow furrows like the concept confuses him.
Intak yanks his shorts off and throws them at Shota’s head. “Fuck you.” His underwear is wet with precome and sweat that sticks to his skin, but they get wrestled off eventually while he hops closer to the bed on one foot.
“Yes.” Shota shrugs, still blinking up at him. He waits until Intak flops naked onto the bed next to him to rip open the condom. “Put this on.” He waves the cloudy circle of latex in Intak’s face.
Intak rolls his eyes and clambers onto his stomach between Shota’s legs. This close he can see that Shota’s hole is already pink and loose. “What’s the next step, sex-ed teacher?”
“Put your dick in my ass.” Shota blinks even more. “I’ve stretched it already.”
Intak’s too distracted by dismay to tease Shota for being oblivious to his sarcasm. “I wanted to eat you out.”
“Oh.” Shota puts the condom and the wrapper on the corner of the desk jutting a few centimeters into the bunk. “You still can.”
“Sweet.” He digs his fingers into the pale, perfect flesh of Shota’s thighs and spreads them open and back to nose against Shota’s balls and lap at his taint. “Haven’t gotten to really eat anybody out in ages.”
Shota helpfully hooks an ankle behind a leg of his desk and braces the other foot against their bedroom wall.
“Hyung can always practice on me.”
Intak tastes Baja Blast Lube™️ and hums appreciatively. “So you were planning for me to get down here?”
“
Someone
going down there.” Shota wiggles closer to smush his tacky, gaping hole against Intak’s mouth. “All the hyungs can practice on me.”
Intak hooks his thumb past Shota’s rim to pull it back a little and watch it wink. “Hence the hyung summoning chat?”
Shota tries shimmying his hips to spur Intak on. “Yes. Hurry up.” He knocks his fist against the top of Intak’s head.
Intak grabs Shota’s wrist and pulls each of his fingers out of their curl to settle into Intak’s hair. “Tug when it feels good, or when you want more.” He winks. “Harder the better.”
Shota gives him an experimental tug and Intak rewards him with a breathy moan. “That’s good, Shota.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
The last thing Intak sees before he dives in are Shota’s glowing pink cheeks.
Shota wasn’t kidding when he said he’d already stretched himself. He’s too open for it to have been just his fingers, either. It gives under the push of Intak’s tongue like his won’t be the first cock Shota’s taken tonight. The image of Shota working a fat dildo into his tiny hole has Intak grinding into the mattress.
Shota’s eyes are caught by the flex of Intak’s ass cheeks on every thrust, fascinated. His fingers are limp in Intak’s hair.
Intak’s never had a partner be so quiet before. He gives Shota’s balls a fond squeeze before moving them aside to glance up at Shota’s face. His little mouth is hanging open and his eyes are misty, frozen somewhere over Intak’s shoulder. His whole neck and chest are bright red, and Intak realizes for the first time how hard he’s trembling. All his muscles are tensed up except his hand, still carefully lax.
He’s either being quiet on purpose or he’s too overwhelmed to do anything but breathe and stare.
“Shota … Shotaaaa.” Intak grips Shota’s perky little ass in his hands, prods his tongue in as deep as it goes and pushes his hips up off the bed just enough to get in a good smack.
A startled, high-pitched whine splits out of Shota and his hand spasms so tightly in Intak’s hair he almost pulls some strands loose. Intak uses the quick spike of adrenaline and Shota’s thundering heartbeat to push two fingers into him and curl them
just right.
Shota sobs, squirming in a confused rush because he doesn’t know if he wants it to stop or he wants so, so much more. He still hasn’t decided when Intak spanks him again and fucks him with his tongue, fingers rubbing harshly over his prostate again.
It’s too much. It’s so good.
His little cock spits and jerks on his tummy. The lines of his abs are shiny with pre-come and his hyung isn’t even really fucking him yet.
Intak pulls his tongue out of Shota’s ass and rears up to grin at his sweating, shaking, whimpering dongsaeng. His mouth and chin are covered in lube. “Shotaaaaa.” He fits his lips over Shota’s dick and suckles at the head. He slides another finger in and fucks Shota in short, sharp thrusts.
Shota thrashes under him and his foot slips from the wall to dig into Intak’s spine. The desk squeals against the linoleum as Shota’s jerking leg pulls it away from the wall. Both hands are twisted in Intak’s hair now and his scalp burns with how tightly Shota’s trying to pull him farther onto his cock.
“P-please … Intak-san just-” He can’t get a sentence out past all the gasps Intak’s forcing out of him. “Fuck m-” He almost makes it when Intak digs his tongue under his foreskin and he loses it again.
Intak has picked up bits and pieces of Japanese since Shota arrived, but it’s hard when Shota’s babbling like this. He picks up his name and that sends a hot wave of pride through him. He could slow down and let him talk, but Shota’s making so many pretty noises in between garbled Japanese. He loves fucking Shota so good he loses Korean.
Shota doesn’t know what language he’s speaking, he just knows he wants Intak’s cock. He ruts up into Intak’s mouth and feels someone choke around his cock for the very first time. He mewls and has to concentrate so, so hard on not coming too soon. He doesn’t want to come until Intak’s inside him.
Intak feels a spurt of precome down his throat and hums with satisfaction. He can feel Shota tensing up again. He hears muffled whimpers, “no, no, not yet, no” and knows exactly what Shota is saying this time.
He pops off Shota’s cock and presses all three fingers into his prostate, rubbing harshly. “It’s okay, Shota. Come for me. Come for hyung.”
“No, no!” Shota grabs his cock to squeeze tight at the base and dredges up his Korean again. “Not yet. Want your cock.”
Intak bats his hand away and takes Shota’s cock in his own hand instead. “It’s okay. I’ll get another one out of you. Come for your hyung, Shota.”
Intak’s grip is so tight and his fingers are so insistent inside him. Intak effortlessly slips his pinky inside and that’s when Shota loses it. He cries out and spills all over Intak’s hand and his own belly.
He’s still convulsing when he throws an arm out and frantically claws for the condom. He’s still breathless when he throws it at Intak’s head. “In me. In me.”
“Yeah, baby.” Intak pulls all his fingers out at once and rolls the condom on, throwing Shota’s legs where he wants them before sinking inside.
The greedy fire of Shota’s orgasm and the stretch of Intak’s fat cock inside him melt together and leave Shota dizzy.
This chat is the best idea he’s ever had.
They’re sitting in a dressing room waiting for the stylists to finish setting up, blinking into styrofoam coffee cups and willing themselves awake when all of Shota’s hyungs feel their phones vibrate.
Shota:
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Autism
: intak your dongsaeng is calling again
Gross
: I thought you blocked him 🙂
Enderman
: it’s too early for this soul
Enderman
: my dick isn’t even awake yet
Autism
: hyung please don’t talk about your dick where I can see it
Endermen
: you elbowed your way into my shower this morning
Autism
: not to look at your dick
Gross
: yeah I’m out this time … maybe in another couple cups
Shota:
⠀⠀⠀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Autism
: ugh someone go choke on him so he shuts up
Autism
: Steph?
Stupid
: don’t look at me I gotta sing
Shota
:
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(-^}
← you
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ノ==_
\王 /
me
→
// {^o)𓂺
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Stupid
: not here we’ll get caught
Shota
: bathroom
Gross
: Your knees. You gotta dance bro.
Shota
: sleeping mat
Stupid
: not here when we get home
Shota
:
♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡
Shota
: promise
Stupid
: yeah
Endermen
: just not in my room this time
Stupid
: fair enough
Steph can feel Shota staring at the back of his head in the van back to the dorm. As usual. Shota’s usually staring at the back of his head, to be fair, even when he hasn’t promised to let Shota suck his dick. Has Shota even sucked a dick before? No. Don’t think about that. No boners in the van.
Intak and Jiung grudgingly set up in the living room, Intak with the loudest video game possible and Jiung with massive headphones and his laptop. Shota impatiently tugs Steph past them by his wrist.
“Just don’t take forever, okay?” Intak calls over his shoulder without looking away from the battalion he’s lighting up.
“You’re the one who took an hour to fuck him on Tuesday.” Steph barely manages to get the sentence out before he’s wrenched into his own bedroom and Shota kicks the door shut behind them.
Shota pushes him up against the door and Steph laughs, shaking his head. “Settle, settle. Don’t rush me.”
“I don’t wanna wait, Steph.” Shota’s eyes drop to Steph’s crotch and he licks his lips.
He barely registers the lack of honorifics anymore. “Wow. I don’t even deserve a kiss or anything first?”
Without looking up, Shota presses his thumb against Steph’s bottom lip, strokes it, hums. “Kiss?” His eyes finally dart up with a new vulnerability in them. “We can kiss?”
Steph’s brow furrows. “Of course we can kiss?” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like he’s confused Shota even asked.
“When Intak hyung fucked me, he didn’t kiss me.” Shota leaves out the part where he spread his legs before Intak even came through the door. And that he threw the condom at him.
Steph rolls his eyes and take’s Shota’s hand away from his mouth to thread their fingers together and hook them behind Shota’s neck. “Yeah, he gets excited. Forgets the basics.”
And then Steph leans forward and kisses him.
Steph has kissed him before: on the cheek, the forehead, the temple, the neck, the top of his head. They’ve even had a couple near misses of kissing on the lips.
But Steph has never really kissed him like this. Like he wants to. Like he
wants
Shota.
Shota has always liked the look of Steph’s mouth. He hasn’t ever really kept it a secret, his adoration of all of Steph. But he thinks maybe he didn’t really know how to truly appreciate it until now.
Steph takes control from the beginning, like he can tell from the way Shota gropes at the front of his shirt and his lips grope against Steph’s mouth that he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, that he’s overwhelmed. It’s not his first kiss. Not even close. But it’s his first kiss with Steph and that sparks a twist of hunger in him that makes him clumsy.
“Settle, settle,” Steph murmurs into his mouth. He squeezes Shota’s hand where they’re twisted together on the back of Shota’s neck in a brief pulse. He pecks Shota’s lips. “I can make it good if you let me.”
It’s hard because now that Shota is so close, now that he has Steph so close, his whole body and heart is egging him on. All he wants is to take more, faster, now. He’s breathing too deeply for the tiny things they’re doing. Chaste kisses shouldn’t make his chest heave like this. Not when he’d had Intak’s tongue in his ass two days ago and kept breathing through most of it. It’d felt so good. Of course it had.
But he’s wanted Steph so completely for so long. It’s hard to settle down like Steph always urges him to.
Steph takes advantage of Shota’s complete space-out to kiss him again. They’re still chaste, but Shota’s lips tingle anyway. He’s such an embarrassing cliche. Steph probably isn’t even turned on yet.
Unbeknownst to Shota, Steph is having a mini breakdown of his own. All he did was kiss Shota a little and he’s practically hyperventilating in Steph’s hands. That’s so fucking hot. This beautiful weirdo he inherited is shaking and gasping at the mere promise of getting Steph’s dick in his mouth. He’s even more beautiful drunk on Steph’s kisses.
He’s almost afraid to slip Shota a little tongue. Will he pass out? Vibrate so hard his atoms slip through the floor? Stop breathing altogether? But they have to get to the dick sucking eventually. Shota won’t stay patient for long.
So he does it. He slides his tongue over Shota’s bottom lip and all Shota does is open for him. His hand crawls up to cover Steph’s jaw and his little mouth falls open. Steph’s tongue slips deeper. Shota’s warm and wet and tastes like blue raspberry candy. His tongue is tentative when it meets Steph’s.
Steph smiles into his mouth and pulls away a few centimeters. “Do what you want. Make it sloppy. But remember - slow.”
Shota’s pupils are blown and hazy, but he only hesitates for a split second before he leans in again and drags the flat of his tongue up from Steph’s chin all the way to his nose.
“Freak.” Steph mutters, but he’s grinning and it sounds a lot like affection.
Shota’s tongue is back in his mouth, rolling against Steph’s and finding out how it feels to swipe over Steph’s soft palette and trace his teeth, what it feels like to suck on Steph’s tongue, what it feels like when Steph sucks on his, on his lip. He finds out what it feels like when Steph presses the pad of his thumb to Shota’s bottom lip just as Shota had done minutes ago, but Steph uses it to drag Shota’s jaw open wider and spit in his mouth.
Shota looks stunned. His breath is gone from his chest. That look of worship is back in his eyes.
“Swallow.” Steph kisses the corner of Shota’s mouth and murmurs the order into his flushed cheek. He skates his fingers over Shota’s throat to feel it bob when he obeys.
Shota pulls their hands off the nape of his neck and twists them until he can bring Steph’s fingers to his mouth and press two of them past his lips. His eyes are shining when Steph pulls away to arch an eyebrow at him.
“Teach me,” Shota garbles around Steph’s fingers. He sucks briefly like Steph’s fingertips are a delicious lollipop, and Steph reels.
“Okay.” He wraps his arm around Shota’s waist to tug him closer until their hips meet, and Shota can feel Steph’s half-hard dick pressed into his thigh. Shota’s breath catches and Steph chooses that moment to press his fingers a little deeper, a little heavier on Shota’s tongue. “Just keep breathing for me. Relax your throat. Like you’re about to sing.”
Shota nods with Steph’s fingers in his mouth and Steph can’t stop himself from giggling. He looks so cute. Shota smiles back at him and his fingers worm between them to flutter over Steph’s clothed cock.
Steph presses his fingers deeper, deeper, just a little deeper, until Shota’s eyes water and his throat spasms in resistance, but he doesn’t pull back. He stays right there. Shota makes tiny, breathy noises of discomfort and tears threaten to spill over, but his fingers are still gently stroking over the ridge of Steph’s dick and he never breaks eye contact. They’re steady with trust.
When Shota’s breath has calmed down again and his throat has stopped twitching, Steph starts moving again. He doesn’t push deeper. He just starts petting the back of Shota’s tongue with tiny curls of his fingertips. Shota’s throat clamps shut again. He’s right on the verge of choking. “Breathe. Breathe and relax.”
It takes time, but Shota opens up for him again.
“Good job, Soulie.” Steph presses deeper this time. Shota chokes. They wait. He opens up again. “Most of it’s learning how to choke and be okay with it, to be honest.”
Shota’s eyelashes flutter and he takes a deep, slow breath. This time he slides further down Steph’s fingers on his own. He rubs his thumb over the head of Steph’s dick through his sweats and Steph’s hips bump forward. Shota’s sharp hip bone digs into him, but he’s leaking precome that stains the grey fabric darker, so he doesn’t really mind a little pain.
Shota’s licking Steph’s fingers and pushing them deeper. The cute little bow of his lips finally brush against the webbing of his fingers and Steph takes in the sight before him: Shota, flushed and glassy-eyed, lines of drool staining his chin in sticky trails and rolling past his lips, down Steph’s fingers, his small mouth stretched around two of his fingers, his lips so pale they almost disappear, tear tracks mixing in with the spit on his face, more tears leaking from his eyes, still staring worshipfully up at him.
He’s so hard it hurts. “That’s good, baby. Proud of you.” He gently taps his palm against Shota’s cheek and swears he feels Shota’s dick jump.
Shota’s thumb presses harder into Steph’s slit and Steph has no choice but to stop him. They haven’t gotten to the main event. He curls his fingers deeper down Shota’s throat and smirks as he struggles. “Don’t you want my cock in there, baby?”
He tangles their free hands together again and pulls his fingers out of Shota’s mouth. He purposely smears the mess of tears and saliva over Shota’s mouth until his tiny, pretty lips shine and his flushed cheeks sparkle in the low light of Steph’s bedroom.
The raspy quality Shota’s voice has taken on when he finally regains enough breath to say, “Yes,” makes Steph’s fist twist at the front of his sweats and his dick strain against its confines. “Yes, please.”
Steph turns them around and presses Shota’s back to the door. When he remembers Shota’s shock at being allowed to kiss him, he decides to kiss him again. It’s soft and deep and exactly the opposite of the vibe from a few moments ago, but Steph needs Shota to know he’ll choke him and spit in his mouth and cherish him the whole damn time.
He curls his fingers around Shota’s chin and pulls him down to plant a kiss on Shota’s forehead. “Get on your knees.”
Shota drops so quickly that Steph winces. “Hey, be careful!” He scoffs and walks away to grab a pillow off his bed. “Here. Put this under your knees. I don’t wanna catch shit from the choreographer tomorrow.”
The pillow is snatched away and shoved under Shota’s knees before he’s pawing and pulling at Steph’s sweats. The chill atmosphere is broken all over again by Shota’s eagerness. But that’s pretty hot too. Steph’s plenty sexy and he knows it, but no one’s ever been
this
excited to suck him off.
“Alright, alright don’t scratch me, jeez.” He helps get his pants off and is all set to shove his briefs down too when he realizes Shota isn’t moving anymore. He’s frozen with his hands hovering in midair inches from Steph’s dick.
The head of his dick has escaped the waistband of his underwear. It’s flushed and hard and leaking, and Shota can’t look away. He licks his lips and finally, slowly looks up to meet Steph’s eyes. “Can I, hyung?”
Hyung
. Shota never bothers with honorifics anymore. A simple, “hyung” has never made him shiver before. “Yeah. Taste it.”
Steph doesn’t have a foreskin like Shota does, so he’s not as sure about all his sensitive spots, but he remembers how good it felt when Intak pressed his tongue into his slit, so he cranes his neck to watch Steph’s face when he swipes his tongue through the beaded precome dotting the crown of his cock.
Steph hisses more at the visual than anything else. The corners of Shota’s mouth are still red from stretching around Steph’s fingers. His eyelashes are still stuck together with tears. He brushes Shota’s bangs out of his face and twists a clump of his hair through his fist to hang on to. “Taste good?”
It was kinda gross, actually. It’s thick and bitter and sweet on his tongue, slimy almost, but it’s
Steph’s
bitter and slimy pre-come, that’s leaking from
Steph’s
dick because Shota turns him on, so he hums agreeably and swirls his tongue to pick up more.
When he pulls back, a thin, strong web of the stuff connects his bottom lip to the head. Steph moans and drips onto the carpet. Is there a lot of his hyungs’ come in this carpet? If they brought one of those police dogs in, could they smell all their hookups?
“Shota?” Steph’s voice sounds strained, a little annoyed. “Yo, earth to Shota.” He shuffles forward until the back of Shota’s head hits the door and rubs his dick across Shota’s mouth in clumsy smears.
Shota snaps out of it and mouths at Steph’s shaft, pushes his hands aside to wrap around it himself and start using the near endless stream of precome to slick his pumps of Steph’s cock. “Hyung is so wet.” He grins up at Steph with mischief in his eyes.
Steph tries to scoff but it’s interrupted by his hitching breaths and a quiet groan. Did Shota twist his wrist and fondle the ridge on purpose or was it just beginners’ luck? Is he tracing his tongue along a vein from Steph’s sac all the way to the tip because it’s distracting or does he know that the tease of licking such a precise stripe when Steph wants him everywhere makes his toes curl into the carpet a little bit?
Steph wants to be an upstanding hyung or whatever and let Shota play with him and explore and get used to the taste of his dick or whatever, but he’s also just a man with a raging hard on and a pretty boy on his knees ready for the taking, so …
Shota’s sucking on the head again and Steph reaches down to hook his fingers over Shota’s bottom teeth alongside his cock. “Open up, aibou.”
Shota actually
whimpers
and Steph wonders for the first time if he’s hard too. His jaw goes slack and Steph cradles the back of his skull in his palm so it doesn’t bang against the door when he pushes his cock deeper. He feels Shota floundering, hands tripping over Steph’s legs and unsure of where to land, but then he’s breathing harshly through his nose and his tongue shifts more comfortably along the underside of Steph’s cock, just like his hyung taught him.
“Wow.” Steph presses in further and feels Shota’s head grind his hand into the door. He rocks back and forth in tiny thrusts because there’s something about that exact ridge on the roof of Shota’s mouth that feels so epically good. It’s right on the edge of Shota’s gag reflex too, so his throat flutters tighter every time Steph bumps forward.
If it was wet before, Shota’s mouth is flooding now. Every thrust pushes more spit past Shota’s lips and coats Steph’s cock. The slide is heavenly. It reminds Steph of the few times he’s fucked a pussy and just the memory has hips kicking too fast for him to control. In one jerking motion he’s buried deep enough in Shota’s throat that his pubes stick to the mess on Shota’s chin.
“Fuck, sorry.” Steph wheezes through his guttural groan, but he doesn’t try to pull out. The deep retching noises Shota’s making are disgusting and Steph has to clench his eyes shut to avoid coming on the spot.
Instead of desperately shoving at his hips for some relief like Steph expected, Shota’s hands bolt down to shove down the front of his shorts and fist his cock. He can’t breathe at all and Steph forgot to keep his hand up to shield the back of Shota’s skull, so it knocks against the door every time Steph pulls back a little to grind deep again. Shota’s throat burns.
“You like that, babe? You really like that, huh?” He can’t really register that he’s concussing Shota when his throat is so tight and panicky. It’s like it doesn’t know what to do so it keeps tightening and spasming and-
Then Shota apparently realizes he can swallow around the cock in his throat and Steph’s knees shake. Shota’s leaky dick spurts a fountain of precome into his underwear and he moans. He moans and swallows again and Steph finally remembers to grab his head, but only because he wants to crush Shota to his pelvis again.
“I think- M’gonna come.” Sweat rolls down Steph’s forehead and stings his eyes. “Fuck, that was quick.”
Steph is gonna come in his mouth. Black dots are spotting his vision, but bubbles of delight bloom in Shota’s chest. He needs to make it good. Make Steph come so hard he never forgets it. Shota’s brain races through all the tricks he’s read about online and the things his scarce hookups have done that felt so good.
That’s it.
Steph’s humping his face and Shota’s jerking himself off so quick and hard his wrist aches, but he still has one hand free. He gropes up and around until he finds Steph’s trembling, flexing ass and rears back to smack it
hard
.
Steph cries out and stutters curses through a broken moan. Shota likes the way his ass jiggles in his hand, so he does it again, again. He spanks his hyung every time Steph’s cock pulses in his throat until Steph yanks him completely off his cock and takes himself in hand.
Shota panics for a second. He’s not gonna get to taste Steph’s come?
“Open up. Tongue out.” Steph wheezes. His cock is so coated in spit that every tug of his fist sounds gross and gloppy. But it doesn’t matter. Shota wants it.
When Steph finally comes, he has to catch himself against the door so he doesn’t fall on top of Shota. Thick stripes of come paint Shota’s tongue, his cheeks, his half-shut eyes. He tries to move with it so he can catch as much as he can in his mouth. He earned it. The rush of oxygen to his brain greys him out a little. He sways on his knees. Steph won’t stop coming. His whines are higher pitched than Shota has ever heard.
At some point, Steph drops to his knees in front of Shota and grabs his chin to press an open-mouthed kiss against Shota’s slack mouth. His come spreads between them. His hand snakes down to join Shota’s weak grip around his cock. “Come, Shota.”
Steph gets in maybe two jerks before Shota’s cock feels like it explodes in his hand, and Shota slumps forward into Steph’s shoulder to ride out his orgasm.
Shota:
𓀿𓀐𓂸
Gross:
oh shit
Gross:
that’s THREE dicks
Autism:
slow clap it knows math
Gross:
fuck you hyung
Gross:
count me in dude
Gross:
shota fucks fr
Autism:
i guess
Autism:
i tried not to hear but the headphones can only block out so much
Soul:
Jiung hyung →╰⋃╯ (◕ε◕*) ← me
Autism:
no
Soul:
ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕
semen 💦c(◕ヮ◕n)
me →(˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) ← jiung hyung
Autism:
no
Soul:
🤨🏳🌈?
Autism:
… obviously
Soul:
please
Autism:
… fine
Gross:
WOOOOHOOOOOOOO