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“You are so fucking filthy,” Renjun says, though he’s grinning from behind his phone, crouching down to make sure he gets a good angle as Chenle fucks up into Mark.
“C’mon,” Chenle says. His voice is bright, if a little raspy — not bad considering Mark has been cockwarming him for a good thirty minutes beforehand. “You love it.”
He digs his fingers into Mark’s ass and spreads his cheeks open, pressing his cock up into him, making sure the way Mark stretches around his girth is very much visible to Renjun, who coos as he records it.
It’s honestly quite a sight to behold. Mark is always so good for Chenle — Renjun could never get him like this, but all Chenle needs to do is tap his thigh and Mark will wander over, happy to drop to his knees and suck him off or take a seat on him.
It’s what happened earlier today. Chenle had called him over, and Mark had taken his pants off, pulled out the plug he was wearing and sank straight down onto Chenle’s cock. They’re still in that position now — Chenle sitting on the sofa, Mark in his lap. Chenle is still wearing his Gucci hoodie, his sweats kicked off on the floor beside him, whereas Mark is completely naked, skin shimmering in the lights.
“You look so good Mark,” Renjun says. He’s palming himself through his pants with one hand and recording with the other, making sure they have a memory to preserve this by. “So pretty. I can’t wait until I get to stick my cock inside you too. Since you’ve been such a good boy, don’t you think you’d like that?”
“Y-yes,” Mark says, his voice cracking.
“He behaved today,” Chenle says, chuckling. “You always start squirming, don’t you Mark? Usually you can’t last more than ten minutes on my cock before you beg for it.”
“I wanted to be good for you,” Mark says.
“And you are good,” Chenle says. “So fucking good. Now you get your reward. Me and Renjun are going to fuck you, and when we’re done and you’re dripping with our cum you’ll have a reminder of it.”
Seeing the way Chenle takes Mark apart with his words is like art. Chenle is clever — silver tongued, perverted and filthy, and Mark is so susceptible it never takes long for him to yield. It makes Renjun so fucking horny to see them like this, and he stands up and takes a step backwards, holding his phone steady to make sure he gets a good shot of the way Chenle captures Mark’s mouth.
This is like art too. Chenle puts a hand on Mark’s cheek and angles his head up, kissing him in a manner Renjun would almost call lazy, their tongues very much visible. Their lips are slick with spit, and Renjun doesn’t know where to look — at the searing kiss, or at where Chenle’s cock is disappearing into Mark’s ass in slow and leisurely strokes.
“You two look so good,” Renjun says, and he gives up on rubbing at his cock through his pants and instead works on taking them off, almost dropping his phone but managing to succeed in the end. He pulls his dick out of his boxers and wraps his hand around it, grinning when Chenle’s eyes gaze flicks to him, grinning wider as Chenle gives him an approving smile.
“You should know how dangerous it is to praise me,” Chenle says. He licks his lips, hips snapping up in a sudden motion that punches a moan out of Mark that sounds suspiciously similar to ‘daddy’.
“I have to share a hole with your cock,” Renjun says. Chenle laughs. “I think you deserve a bit of praise.”
“You’re such a giver.”
Renjun is long past the point of being annoyed at himself for finding anything Chenle says amusing. Instead he just huffs out a laugh and tells Chenle to go back to fucking Mark’s ass, and for once Chenle listens.
He digs his fingers into Mark’s ass and lifts him up, slamming his cock up into him, going straight from zero to hundred as he fucks him without mercy.
Mark, who has been mostly silent since he got Chenle’s dick into him, becomes vocal with the movement, a chorus of moans and gasps falling from him. His arms are wrapped around Chenle’s shoulders and the muscles in his thighs stand out beautifully as he bounces on Chenle’s cock, not a care in the world except for the two of them.
“How funny do you think it’d be if when I went to play movies in a few weeks time, I played this instead?” Renjun says. Chenle slows down his pace ever so slightly, and he’s panting when he answers.
“What if you sent it on Bubble?”
“Oh god,” Renjun says, horror and arousal simultaneous where they shoot through him.
“That’s a good ‘oh god’, right?”
“You have an uncanny ability to turn me on with the most terrifying things.”
“Guys,” Mark says, and he groans, lifting his head up from where he’d been resting it on Chenle’s shoulder. In response Chenle smacks his ass, the sound of his palm colliding with the soft skin load and sharp, and another flash of heat surges through Renjun.
“You’ve had your time, baby,” Chenle says. He smacks Mark’s ass again, lighter this time, leaving a bright red imprint on the skin that quickly fades. “Let me and Renjun talk.”
“Please,” Mark moans.
“Please what? Please—”
“Would you like it if that happened?” Renjun asks, interrupting what was probably about to be a torrent of horny filth from falling from Chenle’s mouth. “If everyone got to see how you look spread out on Chenle’s cock?”
“Yeah, Mark-ah,” Chenle says, digging his fingers into the meat of Mark’s ass and holding him still. “What if everyone saw how your sloppy hole took my dick? What if they saw my cum drip out of you? What if they saw how fucked out you looked right now, or how you’ll gape when me and Renjun are done with you?”
Renjun groans, hot arousal flooding through his veins, rubbing his thumb under the head of his cock as a spike of lust drives through his groin. “Fucking hell,” he says. “Fuck. Where’s the lube?”
Chenle laughs. “Aww, maybe I don’t want to share?”
“Too bad,” Renjun says, and he leaves his phone on the table for a second as he uncaps the lube, squirting out a liberal amount onto his palm before he picks up his phone again and records himself spreading it on his cock, catching the slick slide of his hand and the way his dick shimmers with every stroke.
“So bossy,” Chenle says, but he’s still smiling as he sits up. He reaches for Renjun and pulls him in for a kiss, and Renjun hopes he’s capturing it as he holds his phone pointed in their general direction, licking into Chenle’s mouth and parting with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, Chenle moaning as he does so.
“Put your phone down,” Chenle says. “C’mon. Come here, Renjun.”
“Wait,” Renjun says, and he pulls back, kneeling on the couch, balanced precariously. “I want to get this.” He points the camera down and watches through the screen as he presses his dick down to rub it against Mark’s ass, causing him to moan and shudder.
“Please, Renjun,” Mark says. “Jesus. Fuck. Shit. Please, please.”
Renjun grasps his cock and presses it up against where Chenle is already inside of Mark. He’s not sure if he’s stretched enough, but if he hasn’t it’s Mark’s problem, not his. He was supposed to prep himself, and Renjun pauses for a second at the thought of Mark fucking himself with a toy and hoping he can take both their dicks, and then he pushes his cock in.
It takes a bit. His dick is slippery with lube and Mark is fucking tight, his body unwilling to take him no matter how much his mind wants it. He squirms and shakes and rocks and Renjun captures it all on film, until with a sharp shove his dick suddenly gets in, and Mark slumps against Chenle, moaning so fucking loud Renjun thinks he’s about to go deaf.
“Oh fuck,” he says. “Oh fuck. Renjun, holy shit. Fuck, dude. Oh my fucking god.”
Renjun hits the stop button and throws his phone onto the cushions, pressing in even more, covering Mark’s back with his chest and hooking his chin over his shoulder as leans in to press another kiss to Chenle’s mouth. He snakes one hand around Mark’s front and wraps it around his weeping cock, and with his other he flicks at Mark’s nipple, thrusting shallowly, near shaking from the sheer sensation that is Mark’s body enveloping his dick.
He’s so fucking tight. It’s aided in part by Chenle’s cock rubbing against his, but holy fucking shit. Renjun will never tire of having Mark like this. Spread out and moaning, shuddering when Renjun thrusts into him. The heat of his body against his, Chenle’s hands coming up to grip at Renjun’s biceps.
“God I love your dick,” Chenle says, and it takes Renjun a second to process it through the haze in his brain.
“Me?”
“Yes,” Chenle says. “Now fucking move it.”
Renjun laughs, but he listens. And it feels fucking good. Chenle kissing him, Mark’s ass hot and tight around him, Chenle’s cock sliding against his. He fucks into him with vicious furor, and Mark just takes it, so beautifully Renjun can’t help but admire it. Trapped between the two of them and filled up, begging, sobbing, no room for Chenle to smack his ass, only body pressed on body, only his nails digging tight into his skin.
“Please breed me,” Mark says, and it comes out cracked and wet, the words shattering. “Daddy. Please. God.”
“Daddy’s got you,” Chenle murmurs. “I’m here. Renjun’s here. We’ve got you. We’re gonna fill you up, Mark. Gonna fill you with so much cum baby, it’s gonna drip everywhere.”
“I’m so full,” Mark says, and it sounds like he’s near tears. “God. Your cocks are so big.”
Chenle slams up into Mark, gripping at his hair, groaning and sinking his teeth into his shoulders. Pleasure lights up all over Renjun’s body, and he knows what’s coming. He flicks his hand over Mark’s cock again and pushes as deep as he can possibly go inside him, allowing Chenle all the room to fuck into Mark as he shudders against him, something wet ripped from him as he spills inside of Mark, pumping his cum into him, until his strokes are impossibly wet and his dick starts to soften alongside Renjun’s. He pulls out and his cum dribbles all over Renjun’s dick, but he doesn’t care. If anything it’s even hotter. Mark isn’t as tight without Chenle stretching him out, but Renjun makes use of the space.
He presses Mark flat against Chenle’s chest and pounds into him, jerking furiously at Mark’s cock and whispering in his ear, telling him how beautiful he is, how he takes their cum so well.
“You’re dripping everywhere, Mark,” Renjun rasps. “C’mon. Come for me. Be a good boy. Come for me while I’m fucking your daddy’s cum into you. Come for me and I’ll breed you.”
Mark’s entire body locks up without warning, his dick pulsing hot in Renjun’s hand as he comes. It’s enough to let Renjun follow, and he fills him up, fucking himself through it, milking every last drop he can until he pulls out, nearly falling off the couch as his limbs turn to jelly.
“Fuck,” Chenle groans, arms splayed out. “Mark, you fucking got cum on my sweater.”
Mark doesn’t reply with words — he’s starfished against Chenle, cheek pressed into his shoulder. Chenle lifts a hand up and grasps at his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, and as Renjun watches a dribble of cum falls out.
He reaches for his phone and opens the camera again, panting as he hits record. “Do that again,” he says, and Chenle listens, spreading Mark open.
“How does he look?” Chenle asks.
“We stretched him so much,” Renjun says. “You’re so full of our cum, Mark.”
Mark groans.
“You love it when we breed you, don’t you?”
“Yeah. God, daddy.”
“It’s okay,” Chenle says, lifting a hand to card his fingers through Mark’s hair. Another glob of cum drips out of him, and Renjun has to bite back a moan.
“You should take a picture,” Chenle says.
“Of our cum?” Renjun glances up, and Chenle looks so dopey and docile Renjun can’t help but lean in and kiss him, leaving a kiss on Mark’s cheek for good measure as he pulls back.
“Of our Markie. Share something with the fans.”
“You have to be kidding me,” Renjun says, though the idea lights a fire in him. Chenle shrugs.
“They’ll never know.”
Renjun is, unfortunately, susceptible to Chenle’s whims. His dick sometimes has a grasp on his brain, and it certainly does right now when he takes a picture of Mark lying on Chenle’s shoulder, looking near asleep, cropping it so the bright red shape of Chenle’s lovebites aren’t visible, then sending it to Chenle.
“Pretty,” Chenle coos. “What do you say Mark? Do you want Czennies to see you like this? All sleepy? Our cum still inside you?”
He holds up his phone, and Mark blinks blearily at it, squinting at the picture.
“Oh,” he says. “Do you — is that a good idea?”
Chenle shrugs, and turns his phone back. He’s already opening Bubble. “Sure,” he says. “What’s the worst that could happen?”