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“So good for me,” Chenle mutters as he leans forward over Mark, just enough for the tip of his aching cock to graze against the lips of Mark’s pussy. Chenle can feel how wet Mark is with every slide: how Mark leaks, stuffed full with both his own mess and Jeno’s come. Chenle reaches his hand between Mark’s legs, pushing in a finger all the way to the last knuckle. The glide is disgustingly smooth. Globs of Jeno’s release squelch and drip out as Chenle swirls his finger inside, tracing the spongy, ridged walls.
“Uhhh,” Mark moans, high and whiny. Mark snakes a hand down over the trail of wispy black curls that extend all the way from his navel to the tuft of hair between his legs. He wraps his fingers around the head of Chenle’s cock, pushing it lower, sliding it over his clit and between his puffy, swollen folds until he has Chenle where he wants him: right at his hole, cock brushing against Chenle’s finger, still pressed inside.
“You want it?” Chenle asks. He withdraws his finger from inside Mark, then gently pushes Mark’s hand away as he continues to rut his cock against the lips of Mark’s pussy. More of Jeno’s come seeps out, milky-white smearing over Mark’s pussy and thighs as Chenle slides sloppily between Mark’s folds. “You want my cock, baby?”
“I—yes, please,” Mark whimpers. Mark’s face is scrunched, tears wetting his thick lashes. He looks flushed and sweaty, totally wanton underneath Chenle. Chenle swells with a sense of power. He and Jeno did this: made Mark their little cockslut.
“I don’t think you’ve earned Chenle’s cock just yet,” Jeno jeers from across the room, where he watches from Mark’s desk chair. Chenle stares at Mark’s dazed face, watching as Mark blinks the water away from his eyes and lolls his head to the side, lips moist and parted. Mark gazes at Jeno with a blank, dick-dumb expression, too fucked out to do more than nod in acknowledgement at Jeno’s words.
Chenle pipes in, “Jeno-hyung’s right, I think you need to ask for it.” When Mark whimpers but still doesn’t say anything, Chenle grabs his cock and lifts it from between Mark’s swollen labia.
The result is instant. “Please, please,” Mark begs, voice strained. Mark’s hand shoots to his clit like he’s desperate for any friction, but Chenle swats it away. Instead, Chenle rakes his nails up Mark’s chest, right over the long, horizontal scar, and then higher to tweak at Mark’s nipple.
“You’re getting closer, but that’s still not quite right,” Chenle scolds, and he can hear Jeno’s gentle laugh from his seat across the room.
Mark whines again, eyes closed. He’s practically writhing underneath Chenle, his hands balled into fists and thrashing at his sides. His sweaty chest heaves as his breath comes out in little, strangled gasps. It must be agonizing, being denied pleasure like this, Chenle thinks, his cock twitching at how much Mark seems to be enjoying himself.
Finally, something must click in Mark’s head, like puzzle pieces slotting into place. “Daddy,” he mumbles, then again, louder, “Daddy, please.”
“Please, what?” Chenle asks sternly. He might be a little high on the power, the sudden feeling of control sending another rush of blood straight to his cock. He needs to be inside Mark—and soon—but he needs to hear Mark say the words first.
“Please breed me, Daddy,” Mark whimpers, bucking his hips up to try to rub against the head of Chenle’s cock, searching for any sliver of relief. Chenle watches as Mark grinds his hips, smearing the bead of clear precome around his cunt. He marvels at how it mixes with the milky slop of Jeno’s release across Mark’s pretty, flushed lips, forming a brilliant Jackson Pollock of fluids.
Chenle takes in the sharp lines of Mark’s jaw, then the tiny, tiny span of Mark’s waist, barely wider than the spread of Jeno’s hand. Chenle’s seen it enough: Jeno’s hands curled around Mark’s slim frame, pressing into Mark from behind, dragging every last whimper and cry from him before finishing inside, claiming Mark. Now, however, it’s Jeno’s turn to watch as Chenle slowly lines himself up and pushes into Mark’s tight hole.
“Baby boy,” Chenle mumbles, more for himself than for Mark or Jeno. Being inside of Mark feels unreal. His pussy clenches so tightly, even though he’s already been fucked once tonight. It looks filthy, how Mark’s labia part so nicely around Chenle’s cock with each slow stroke.
“How’s it feel, hyung?” Jeno asks, voice tinged with condescension. “Feels good, huh?”
Chenle knows he won't be able to draw this out tonight. He’s been hard for what feels like hours, all through watching Jeno jostle Mark’s body around, fucking him exactly how he wants him, finishing inside just like Mark begged for. Mark is whimpering already, so close to begging all over again. Chenle speeds up his thrusts into Mark’s sopping wet hole, encouraged by the sweet sounds spilling from Mark’s lips and the too-good feeling of Mark clenching around him. Chenle is sure he must look almost as wrecked as Mark now, face sticky with sweat and stringy bangs falling over his eyes.
“Please, please,” Mark whines, letting his mouth hang open in pleasure. Mark's chin is soaked with spit from drooling all over himself as Chenle fucks into him. Chenle realizes that Mark's begging is in part because he still hasn’t given Mark permission to touch himself. He loves how obedient Mark is when he’s getting fucked; how pliant and good his little baby Markie is for him.
“Are you close?” Chenle asks, his legs and abdomen beginning to feel the exertion of his frantic thrusting. He takes Mark by his sinfully narrow waist and maneuvers him until his hips are lifted off the mattress, which gives Chenle a better angle to thrust against Mark’s G-spot and rub his groin against Mark’s swollen clit. Even though Mark isn't that much smaller than Chenle, his thighs looks tiny spread wide like this, flopping limply at his sides. This position gives Chenle a crystal-clear view of Marks's pussy, too: thick, tan lips parting to reveal a glossy-pink hole.
Just then, Chenle hears a soft moan from across the room. He looks up and makes eye contact with Jeno. Jeno’s brows are furrowed in concentration, and his thin bottom lip is sucked between his teeth, a subtle tell at how affected he is. Chenle likes control, and with that comes a desire to get Mark off all on his own. However, some small, competitive part of him wants to show off for Jeno, too, by demonstrating how good he can make it for Mark.
Chenle feels his orgasm building too fast, a screaming kettle set to boil over. He slows his hips to barely a grind, shallow strokes meant to press against Mark’s G-spot with no mercy. Chenle watches the head of his cock disappear inside Mark again and again, emerging covered in a fresh coat of Jeno’s come with each controlled thrust. He takes a hand off Mark’s waist and presses his thumb to the pretty nub of Mark’s clit, just barely peeking out from below its hood. If Chenle wasn’t seconds from coming, maybe he would take Mark in his mouth. Maybe he’d suck Jeno’s come out of Mark’s hole, then swirl it around Mark’s clit as Mark sobbed in pleasure. For now, Chenle will just have to make do with his fingers, though.
“Doing so well,” Jeno says from his seat across the room, and Chenle can’t tell if it’s directed at him or at Mark, but the roughness of his tone spurs Chenle on. Slowly, Chenle increases the speed of his thrusts again, teetering precariously on the edge of orgasm.
“You gonna come for me?” Chenle mutters, desperately rubbing at Mark’s clit. “You gonna come for Daddy?”
Chenle feels exactly when Mark finally lets go. Mark clenches like a vice around Chenle’s dick, warm, plush walls suddenly soaking Chenle with his release. Mark’s legs kick out at his sides, his whole body tensing with the force of his orgasm. He’s loud too, whining filth about Chenle breeding him, stuffing him full.
“Daddy, come inside, please,” Mark cries, voice totally wrecked. His pussy starts to squelch, and that’s when Chenle comes, too, that near-electric spark pulsing through his balls, down his cock, making his eyes roll back into his head. Breed, breed, breed his horniest, basest thoughts tell him on a loop as he continues to pump his come into Mark, pushing Mark into overstimulation as Chenle milks the last of his orgasm.
Finally, Chenle slumps forward onto Mark’s body, exhaustion taking hold. He doesn’t pull out right away, instead just nuzzling his face into the side of Mark’s neck and rotating their bodies a little so they can both see Jeno.
Jeno tends to have a slower refractory period than either of his boyfriends, but when Chenle glances over at him, the tent at the crotch of his sweatpants is unmistakable. Jeno’s palm is pressed against it, the tendons in his hand bulging with apparent strain. Chenle rolls his hips inside of Mark, then, feeling the squish of two loads of come sloshing around inside of him. Finally, Chenle takes himself in his hand and pulls out, a line of milky-white trailing along with him.
At the sudden emptiness, Mark whines, frowning at Chenle as he reaches a hand between his legs to rub at the mess leaking from him. Mark brings his come-stained fingers to his face, then looks slowly from Chenle over to Jeno. “Do you think this is enough for it to take?” he asks slowly, pensively. His eyes settle on Jeno, somewhere low on his body, right where Jeno’s sweatpants are still bunched conspicuously around his dick.
“Do you think that’s enough,” Mark repeats, “or do we need to try one more time?”