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Minho sat on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone while trying to work up the motivation to go shower. He had gotten home just a little bit ago, and knew that Jisung was also going to be back soon, so he figured he would wait out in the living room for his younger boyfriend.
Soon enough he heard the door open, and the sound of shoes being kicked off. Jisung came around the corner right as Minho got a text from Hyunjin, a cute selfie of him and Felix from the practice room and he took a second to smile dopily down at his phone, admiring his beautiful boyfriends.
Minho looked up as he felt a sudden weight on his lap, and was met with a familiar mischievous smirk. Instinctively his hands reached up for Jisung’s waist.
“What are you doing?” He questioned.
“Hyung,” said Jisung, “I've been thinking about something.” He put his hands on Minho’s shoulders, fiddling with the material there.
”Oh?” Minho slipped his fingers under his boyfriend's shirt, rubbing his knuckles over the soft skin of Jisung’s waist. “What’s been on your mind, baby?”
“Wanna try something with you, if you’re ok with it.” Jisung seemed shy, which was unusual since the group had indulged him in a variety of out-there kinks, and by now Jisung should know he could get almost everything he wanted from his boyfriends.
“Go on,” Minho encouraged him, “you can tell me, Jisungie.”
“Hyung, you know how your nipples have always been really sensitive? Almost more sensitive than Channie hyung?”
That took Minho by surprise, but he worked to keep any reaction off his face. “Sure,” he allowed, “I guess they’re a bit more sensitive than usual.”
Jisung trained his eyes firmly on Minho’s chest, unable to meet his eyes. “Wanna see how worked up I can get you just from playing with your nipples. Do you think you could come untouched?” He brought his fingers down cautiously, grazing them softly over Minho’s nipples through his thin pajama shirt and watching goosebumps instantly rise on the older man’s arms.
Minho quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not sure,” he said, “I guess it’s not something I’ve ever tried.
“Would you wanna try with me?” Jisung asked hopefully, “I could make it really good for you, hyung, promise.”
Minho thought about it for a second. There wasn’t really anything about the idea that made him uncomfortable, though he did doubt that Jisung could get him to come only from his nipples.
“We can try,” he agreed, “though you can’t leave me with blue balls. If it doesn’t work you’ve got to get me off.”
Jisung nodded quickly, “Of course, hyung, I won’t leave you hanging. Though I feel confident I won’t have to touch your cock. We can even leave it in your pants for now.”
“Ok,” said Minho, “are you wanting to do this right now?”
When Jisung gave another eager nod, Minho moved to push him off his lap to stand up. “Let’s go to my bedroom, then.”
“Can’t we stay here?” Jisung whined, “why do we have to move?”
“We’re in the living room, Jisung, anyone could walk in on us here. It’s better to go to my room.”
“The only person home is Chan hyung and he’s working, it would take an earthquake to force him out of his room. And all the others are at the company, they won’t be home for a while still.” Jisung gave his boyfriend his best pleading eyes, and cheered triumphantly when Minho sighed and leaned back on the couch.
“Lay down, hyung. Get nice and comfortable.” Jisung guided Minho to lay down on the couch, before climbing on top of him again and reaching for his shirt. “Just relax, hyung. Let me take care of you for a bit, I’ll make you feel so good, promise.”
****
Minho was panting and squirming hard enough that Jisung had to work to keep his balance on top of him. He squeezed his thighs tighter around Minho’s waist as his fingers rubbed tight circles into the other boy's nipples, the older man’s shirt pushed up to his armpits to grant Jisung easy access. Minho was letting out a continuous stream of breathy whines, and occasionally his hands would come down to grab at Jisung’s wrists. His efforts were futile, as each time Jisung would give his hands a light slap, before pressing them back into the couch and resuming his assault with even more vigor.
“Keep your hands out of the way, hyung,” he said when Minho tried again to push Jisung’s hands away. “Just try to relax, I can’t make you come like this if you keep pushing at me.” He licked his thumb and pointer fingers before rubbing Minho’s nipples firmly between them.
Minho cried out, and gave a couple more thrashes before seemingly giving up and slumping further into the couch, his whines getting increasingly louder. He could feel the pull of subspace creeping slowly up on him, and while there were a few alarm bells going off in his head warning him that he was in the living room where anyone could potentially see, it was just too easy to let himself slip into that nice headspace.
He was so lost in his own head, and too busy trying to ignore the steady pressure building between his legs, that he missed the sound of the front door opening.
Jisung listened to the shuffling noises coming from the hallway, and heard a bag drop to the ground before Seungmin came around the corner and stopped as he caught sight of what was happening on the couch.
“I’m testing the sensitivity of hyung’s nipples,” Jisung explained, as though this was a perfectly normal activity Seungmin had walked in on. “I think I can get him to come untouched.”
Seungmin padded over to the couch, peering curiously down at Minho. His eyes had a slight hazy sheen to them, a look he had seen on most of his boyfriends before, but not Minho. He usually only showed his submissive side to Chan, Changbin, and sometimes Jisung.
“Feeling a little fuzzy, hyung?” He questioned. Minho flushed several shades darker and resumed his squirming, bringing his hands down to cover his face. While Jisung had seen him in a subby headspace a number of times, his dynamic with Seungmin was different, Minho always taking the more dominant role. He didn't know how he felt about his second youngest boyfriend seeing him like this, though he was deep enough into his headspace at this point that it was hard to summon the strength to think too hard about it.
Seungmin took his wrists in a firm but gentle grasp and pulled them away from his face. “Color, hyung? Is Jisungie making you feel good?”
Minho whined, and hesitated for just a moment, but a harsh twist of his nipple from Jisung’s mean fingers had him choking, and he managed a weak “Green.”
Seungmin smirked, and glanced down at the large bulge in Minho’s sweats. “You haven’t even taken his pants off?” He asked Jisung.
”I’d get distracted if his pretty cock was out,” Jisung explained, “It’s too tempting.”
Seungmin hummed in agreement, and brought his gaze back up to Minho’s chest, where Jisung had temporarily slowed down his fingers, and was rubbing the pads of his thumbs lightly over the hard buds, causing goosebumps to break out over Minho’s body as he started to shiver.
“You mind if I help, Sung?”
Jisung gave both of Minho’s nipples a harsh flick, causing the older man to gasp wetly. “What do you think, Minho hyung? Want Seungmin to play with your nipples?”
Minho could feel his thoughts getting cloudier and cloudier, he needed a couple seconds to process the fact that Jisung was addressing him, and it took him a few more seconds to understand the question. Minho tried to pull his hands away from Seungmin, who was still holding them, but gave up quickly once he realized most of his strength had been drained.
“Hyung?” Seungmin prompted, “can I play with you?”
Minho forced his mind away from the feeling of Jisung still thumbing over his nipples to look up at Seungmin, though he had to quickly look away when he saw how hungrily Seungmin was eying him. “Mhm,” he mumbled, his need to have Seungmin touch him right now overpowering his embarrassment.
“What was that, hyung? I didn’t hear you, what do you want me to do?”
Minho huffed, his head getting fuzzier as he tried to sink further into his headspace to avoid the shame that was creeping up his spine. The regular him would’ve scoffed at Seungmin, would’ve come up with some snarky retort, but his tongue felt too heavy in his mouth and he couldn’t think past his arousal. “Want you to play with my nipples,” he whispered, his eyes burning a hole through the couch cushions, “wanna come. Please, Seungminie?”
He peeked up through his eyelashes in time to watch Seungmin’s eyes darken. He let go of Minho’s wrists and turned to Jisung. “I’ll be right back, gonna grab something.” Minho watched his back as he retreated down the hallway towards his bedroom.
“Let’s get you a bit more worked up until he comes back,” Jisung shifted down on Minho’s body, careful not to give his cock any simulation as he leaned down and took Minho’s left nub into his mouth. Minho couldn’t help the low moan he let out, arching his back into the wet heat as both his hands came up to grasp at Jisung’s hair. His legs scrunched up reflexively, his knees coming up around Jisung’s waist.
“Jisung,” he panted, though he couldn’t think of anything else to say through the mushy feeling in his brain. Jisung let his teeth scrape gently against his nipple before stiffening his tongue and flicking across the tip, his right hand rubbing his other nipple between two fingers. Minho moaned brokenly as his hands grasped at the couch cushions, trying to ground himself. His hips lifted up unconsciously, seeking any kind of friction against Jisung’s body, but the younger was quick to grab his waist with his unoccupied hand, pressing his hips down into the couch so Minho had no choice but to lay there and take it.
Embarrassingly, he could feel himself straining against his underwear and sweats, each pass of Jisung’s tongue or fingers against his nipples was sending little zings straight to his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the smug look in his boyfriend's eyes.
For the second time that evening Minho was too out of it to notice Seungmin entering the room, but when he opened his eyes he was there next to him again, only this time Seungmin was holding his phone and something else behind his back.
Jisung peered behind Seungmin, and the look on his face sent a shiver down Minho’s spine.
Seungmin caught Minho’s eye, and pulled his hand from behind his back. Turns out he was hiding two objects in his hands. One was familiar to Minho and one he had never seen before. The bullet viberator Seungmin was holding had been in their collection for years, Minho had used it on all his boyfriends before, and it had even been used on him a couple times, either from Minho playing with himself or one of his boyfriends using it on him. The pair of nipple clamps, however, must be new.
Jisung took the clamps from Seungmin, studying them. “How long have you been hiding these, Min?”
“Not long at all, Changbin hyung bought them for Chan hyung a week or so ago, I don’t think they’ve been able to try them yet but I figured we could break them in with Minho hyung.”
Jisung held the clamps towards Minho. “What do you think, hyung?”
Minho squinted blearily at the clamps. They were simple looking, each clamp was two thin metal pieces, and the two sides were connected by a chain. He hadn’t ever used nipple clamps before, but he was getting a little desperate to come at this point and he figured they couldn't be that bad. His nipples were also so sensitive right now that he couldn’t help but be curious at how much more sensitive his boyfriends could get them.
With Minho’s nod of consent, Jisung carefully brought the clamps to his nipples. He grabbed his right nub and stretched it up, Minho desperately arching his chest up to try and escape the pull, before fastening the clamp around the base.
Minho’s breath left him in a sudden exhale, and he jerked his chest away from Jisung at the sudden pinching sensation around his nipples. The clamp was thin and small enough that most of his nub was still peeking out, and Seungmin reached down to pass a finger experimentally over the tip and Minho jolted, a whine forcing its way through his lips. His nipple felt immediately twice as sensitive, Seungmin’s touch making his cock throb in his pants. There was a bite of pain to the clamps, and it was only serving to push him deeper into subspace.
Jisung looked as though his birthday had come early as he fit the second clamp to Minho’s other nipple. “We’re definitely getting you to come untouched, hyung.”
Minho took a deep shuddering breath and Jisung and Seungmin loomed over him, like two predators eyeing down the prey they had just caught.
“You take one and I’ll take the other?” Seungmin asked. “We can leave this for a little later,” he slipped the vibrator into his pocket.
Jisung agreed, and then both of them were on him, Seungmin rubbing his thumb against his right nipple again while Jisung took the left back into his mouth, swiping over it with his soft tongue.
Minho felt the remaining of his lucid thoughts leaving him as Jisung’s teeth came back into the picture, adding another layer of pain and making him squirm.
His nipples felt like livewires, so much more sensitive than they had ever been, and he could feel himself starting to retreat into his mind. The sight of Jisung and Seungmin above him went a bit blurry and the sounds around him went quiet. He knew he was letting out all kinds of whimpers and moans but he couldn't really hear himself. He let his eyes fall closed, pushing his chest up into their mouth and fingers as he tried to get more of the sensation.
Jisung thought this had to be one of the prettiest sights he had ever seen in his life. Lee Minho underneath him, letting out a continuous stream of ragged moans and he tried to get his chest even closer to Jisung and his tongue, his nipples quickly turning red and puffy from the clamps. His eyes had gone unfocused and when Jisung called out his name he didn’t seem to hear.
Seungmin grabbed Minho’s hand and gave a quick squeeze, reassured when he immediately felt two squeezes back, their signal for ‘green’ whenever anyone couldn’t speak. He ran his nail carefully over the tip of Minho’s nipple, careful not to hurt him too much but wanting to cause some amount of pain. Minho was being so responsive, each pass over a nipple either from Seunmin’s fingers or Jisung’s mouth had him whimpering and moaning, and Seungmin felt like he could never get enough of those sounds. He wanted so badly to reach into Minho’s pants and start jerking him off furiously, just to see how loud he could get, but even more tempting was the thought of Minho losing control just from having his nipples played with.
Seungmin was getting impatient, he really wanted to see if they could get Minho to come like this, so he pulled the bullet vibrator out of his pocket and turned it on to the lowest setting, watching Minho for a reaction, but he still had his eyes squeezed close and didn’t seem to register the faint hum that was now resounding in the room.
With his gaze still trained carefully on Minho’s face, he brought the little vibe down on the top of his nipple which was pinched tight in the clamps.
The reaction was immediate, Minho’s eyes shot open as a broken wail was ripped from his throat, and Seungmin saw his dick jump in his pants out of the corner of his eye. Seungmin quickly laid his free arm across Minho’s waist to keep him down as the older resumed frantically trying to grind himself against his boyfriends.
“Come on, hyung,” he cooed, “doesn’t that feel good? Don’t you wanna come for us?”
Minho’s breath was coming out ragged. “Come,” he panted. “Wanna come…please,” he added softly.
“How could we deny him when he asks so nicely?” Jisung asked, reaching for the waistband of Minho’s sweats, “Let’s take his pants off and let him come.”
“Wait,” Seungmin grabbed Jisung’s wrist, “Leave his boxers on, let him soil them.”
Jisung gave a slow grin, before yanking down just Minho’s sweatpants, leaving his dick to continue straining through his underwear. “I grow more and more in love with you every day, Min.”
Minho gave them both a betrayed look before his eyes rolled back into his head as Seungmin pressed the vibrator more firmly against him, his cock twitching pathetically.
Jisung licked his thumb before rubbing it across Minho’s left nipple, occasionally bringing his hand down to tug at the chain laying on Minho’s chest, causing him to keen high in his throat.
The pressure between Minho’s thighs was getting unbearable, he swore there was a direct line from his nipples to his dick, each buzz of the vibrator sending sparks right to his tip, and he knew there must be a significant stain on his boxers as his cock leaked a steady amount of pre cum. His hips were jerking up in small thrusts, and even just the movement itself was enough to bring him to the edge, but he couldn’t seem to get himself to tip over it. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he opened his mouth to start begging for Jisung or Seungmin to please just touch his dick but he couldn’t get the words to form, like his brain could no longer send signals to his mouth. All he could muster was a couple wet babbles, but he hoped he got the message through.
Just as the first tear slipped down his cheek, Minho felt the pressure on his nipples increase for a second and he looked down to see Seungmin’s fingers wrapped around them, before he yanked his hands back, taking the clamps with him.
Minho yelped as all the blood came rushing back into his nipples, thrashing as Seungmin brought the vibrator back down and Jisung reattached his mouth to his chest. It was just what he needed. He crashed over the edge, back arching up and twitching violently as Seungmin continued to hold him down, his hips still trying desperately to gain friction against anything.
“There you go, hyung,” Jisung murmured, “Good job, bet that feels so nice.”
Minho wanted to disagree, he could feel the wetness increasing in his boxers, stickiness coating all over his cock and thighs even as the euphoric feeling of his orgasm washed over him, his cock jerking despite never having been touched. He whimpered, and felt a hand brush through his hair soothingly. Minho rode out the last of his orgasm with Jisung talking to him gently, body slumping into the couch as he shivered through the aftershocks.
“Did so well for us, hyung,” Seungmin said, “You were so perfect.”
He reached for his phone before grabbing the waistband of Minho’s boxers, lifting them up to snap a picture of the mess inside.
“Fuck,” Jisung hissed, freeing his own dick from his pants and jerking himself off frantically. “You were so hot, hyung. Can’t believe you just came untouched. You’ve never done that before, right? It was just for us?”
“Jisung,” Seungmin said, he had started a recording on his phone, and he also had his cock in hand now, stroking himself off, “why don’t we make his underwear even messier?”
Jisung moaned loudly as he understood, quickly turning around to straddle Minho backwards, watching as Seungmin once again pulled up Minho’s underwear to reveal the pretty sight inside.
Jisung was already so worked up from watching and playing with his second oldest boyfriend that it didn’t take long at all until he tensed up and spilled, aimed carefully so that all his cum spurted out all over Minho’s thighs and dick, and he watched with interest as it gave a weak twitch at the feeling. Seungmin was quick to follow, pushing Jisung out of the way so that he too could add his load into Minho’s underwear, Minho’s dick once again jerking as it valiantly tried to come back to life.
Jisung laid an experimental hand over the top of Minho’s boxers, smirking as his boyfriend keened and pushed his hips up.
Minho was torn between oversensitivity and the overwhelming urge to finally have Jisung’s hand on his cock, but in the end he couldn’t help himself from pressing up into Jisung, panting once again as he rubbed himself off against the younger’s palm. His underwear felt disgusting, and each grind against Jisung’s hand squished around the cum inside, smearing it all over and letting out gross squelching noises, but all that only worked him up more. This submissive side of him seemed to like the fact that two of his boyfriends had staked some sort of claim on him by covering his dick with their cum.
“Give us one more baby, come on,” Seungmin encouraged, reaching up to thumb ever so gently at Minho’s puffy and abused nipples, mindful of Minho’s oversensitivity and still training his camera on Minho’s crotch.
Minho cried out at the feeling, simultaneously trying to pull away and get closer as he pushed his hips even rougher into Jisung’s hand, his movements getting more and more erratic as he felt his second orgasm creeping up on him. All it took was Seungmin leaning down to run his tongue softly over one of his nipples for Minho to seize up again, grabbing at Seunmin’s broad shoulders as he frantically grinded himself through another orgasm, filling his underwear up again so that a little bit of cum squeezed out his waistband.
Minho whimpered again, feeling so spent, and he realized a few more tears had escaped his eyes and were making their way down his face. He still couldn’t quite manage to get his mouth to produce words, so he just stared up at his boyfriends as his fingers continued to squeeze Seungmin’s shoulders, who stopped his video and threw his phone down next to them.
Jisung gently wiped the tears off his face, cooing as Minho just blinked slowly at him, looking every bit like the cat they often compared him to.
“We got you, hyung,” he reassured, “you just lie there and look pretty, ok?”
Minho just continued to stare at him blankly, and Jisung leaned down to pepper soft kisses all over his face.
“Isn’t Chan hyung home?” Seungmin asked Jisung, “I thought I saw his shoes at the door when I came in.”
“Yeah he is,” Jisung murmured, “Said he had to get some work done this evening, though he should hopefully be done by now. Maybe we can give him a little reward for working so hard.”
“Do you wanna go see Channie hyung, Minho hyung?” Seungmin asked, “Wanna show him how good you were for us?”
Minho only caught part of what Seungmin and Jisung were saying, but he thought he heard something about seeing Chan, and that sounded really good right now. His only hyung was always so sweet to him when he was feeling submissive, and Minho could already imagine how nice those strong arms would feel wrapped around him.
He gave his boyfriends a shy nod, and then Jisung was slipping his hands under his knees and around his back, hoisting him carefully up off the couch. Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung’s neck and smushed his face into his firm chest, trying his hardest to ignore the increasingly uncomfortable situation in his underwear. He thought briefly about how embarrassed he should be to have Chan see him like this, completely out of it with four loads of cum in his underwear, but he was still finding it hard to think properly and figured he could worry about being humiliated later (probably when he checked his phone tomorrow morning and realized Seungmin had sent his video to their group chat for everyone to enjoy).
He heard a soft knock and realized they had reached Chan’s room, and then Seungmin was pushing open the door and peering inside, a frown forming on his face.
“Shouldn’t you be done for the night, hyung?” Minho heard him say, an accusing tone slipping into his voice.
There was a reply from inside the room that Minho couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to, too busy admiring the smell of Jisung’s cologne as he pressed his face further into him, his eyes slipping closed.
It was another minute or so until Jisung started moving, and Minho peeked out of his chest to find himself in Chan’s room, the setting only serving to relax him further. All of his boyfriends always felt the safest when they were in Chan’s room, there was just something special and comforting about being in their leader's space.
He felt himself being slowly put down, and then there was a pair of firm thighs underneath him. He struggled a little, but a pair of hands helped him shuffle around so that his legs were thrown over Chan’s waist, straddling him in the leader’s desk chair.
“Hi baby,” Chan whispered, leaning his head down to meet Minho’s eyes and pressing a loving kiss to the side of his mouth. “Did you have some fun with Jisungie and Seungminie?”
“Oh, he had plenty of fun,” Seungmin answered, “why don’t you check your phone, hyung?”
Chan lifted an eyebrow, but dutifully grabbed his phone from his desk, careful to keep a firm hand on Minho’s back. The younger rested his head on Chan’s shoulder and looked close to falling asleep.
Chan pulled up their group chat, seeing that it had a flurry of new messages since he had last checked it a few hours ago, and scrolled up to a video that Seungmin sent, showing exactly the kind of ‘fun’ Seungmin and Jisung had had with the boy on his lap.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, “you two are insane.” He brought his hand down to the waistband of Minho’s underwear, and peeked inside, gasping at the drying mess inside. “These are going to have to be thrown out, they’re completely ruined.” Seungmin and Jisung looked entirely too proud of themselves.
Minho stirred at the feeling of Chan’s hands on his underwear, whining and shifting to move his hips away from him.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Chan shushed him, “we’re all done playing. Just relax, hyung will get you cleaned up in a little bit. Why don’t you take a nap for now?” He figured there was no harm in letting the cum sit longer in his underwear if they were just going to get thrown later.
Minho hummed, a nap sounded really good. Chan’s hand started rubbing his back as the leader pressed little kisses to the top of his head. He took a few deep breaths and let himself slip into a well deserved sleep, feeling confident that Chan, Jisung, and Seungmin would take care of him and get him safely cleaned up and into bed.
****
“Are you kidding me Kim Seungmin??” Minho yelled across the breakfast table the next morning, having just gotten around to scrolling through all the texts he missed last night.
Seungmin cackled, dodging the piece of toast that was flung at his head. “I was just being generous, hyung,” he defended, “everyone deserves to see how good you were for us last night.”
Minho huffed and grumbled in response. He’d never admit it, but he lives for the way Seungmin’s eyes glint in satisfaction each time he succeeds in pissing Minho off. And he especially lives for the way that glint will quickly disappear later when Minho decides to get his revenge.