“I...” Doyun could barely speak. Jin-Sang continued to nip at his neck while Yongsun watched. Yongsun ran his hand through Doyun’s hair, staring and waiting for his answer. But, he (D) really couldn’t speak. His mind kept sending messages through his body, trembling in pleasure. His eyes were hooded, almost closing as he could only stare at Yongsun with parted lips. 

“Hmm.” Yongsun hummed, leaning in close until their lips were almost touching. “What do you want to say?” He held a teasing tone in his question. He knew that they were affecting him. 

Jin-Sang started to unbutton Doyun’s shirt slowly. Each button loosening was like a siren to Doyun’s ears. He could stop the action by saying no, but he didn’t want to. He also didn’t want to say yes. So, Doyun kept silent, letting the pleasure speak for him. Since Doyun’s shirt was tucked in, Jin-Sang stopped at the tucked part. He opened the shirt, letting it slip down Doyun’s shoulder, exposing his chest. 

Doyun shivered from his bare skin hitting the open air. “Beautiful little flower,” Jin-Sang commented as he took in Doyun’s warm ivory skin and pretty hard nipples. He didn’t think twice when he took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking on the little bud. One of Doyun’s hands quickly slipped in Jin-Sang’s hair while the other clinched his shoulder. Any reaction he had, ready to slip into the open, was drowned out by Yongsun finally capturing his lip. He noticed that Doyun didn’t want to speak, so he occupied his mouth with his. 

Yongsun gripped the back of Doyun’s neck, holding him in place as he devoured his lips like a man possessed. He overwhelmed Doyun, slipping his tongue inside as he deepened the already dominating kiss. Doyun moved his hand on Jin-Sang’s shoulder to grab the middle of Yongsun’s shirt. His moans were swallowed as his knees felt weak. Doyun couldn’t breathe, but didn’t dare try to escape. Jin-Sang held his body against the counter, abusing his nipples while Yongsun held his head in place, taking his breath away. 

Jin-Sang finally let his nipples free, moving down to his stomach, falling to his knees. Doyun’s hand followed with him, almost slipping off. Opening Doyun’s pants, Jin-Sang started to slip them down, “I am going to lift him.” He warned. Yongsun set Doyun free as saliva slipped down Doyun’s chin. He (D) was breathing hard, his eyes barely staying open. He wanted to lean his head back, but Yongsun kept a grip on his neck, constraining his movements. After seeing what Jin-Sang wanted to do, he let Doyun go. 

Doyun didn’t have the time to lean his head back when he felt his body getting lifted onto the counter. Once he was sitting on it, Jin-Sang took his shoes off, then his pants followed. Once Jin-Sang grabbed his underwear, he glanced up at Doyun, silently asking for permission. Doyun glanced down, swallowing. He didn’t know why Jin-Sang was asking for permission now; it was not like he was going to deny him anything. Whatever he wanted, he was willing to give to him and Yongsun. But, he still nodded his head slightly. 

Jin-Sang swiftly pulled off his underwear, setting his hard, throbbing shaft free. He didn’t mind that Doyun’s shirt was still half on, as it didn’t cover what he was going for. Jin-Sang lifted Doyun once more, setting him on his shoulder as he swallowed him down without a word. Doyun quickly held onto him, moaning out as he leaned his body forward. 

Yongsun moved behind Jin-Sang, standing in front of Doyun. He pulled out his phone, recording the scene, with one hand while his other hand slipped inside his pants, touching himself. “You two…” He couldn’t find the right words to describe the scene in front of him. His husband’s hands were gripping Doyun’s behind hard, his fingernails leaving behind marks, while he was buried between Doyun’s legs, swallowing him deeply. Doyun held onto him as his legs shook and his covered toes curled in pleasure. His face was flustered, his eyes hooded, almost dazed, while his swollen red lips hung open, letting moans slip out like a waterfall. Drool even wet his chin, slowly falling down his throat. 

The scene was sexy and seductive. 

Yongsun walked back into one of the tables, still recording everything while his other hand never stopped moving. He even pulled himself out, letting his tight pants and underwear breathe. 

Doyun looked over, ignoring the phone recording as his eyes landed on Yongsun’s hard shaft. He gulped, licking his lips as his eyes showed how thirsty he was, just one taste. A thought appeared in his mind, taking root. 

Noticing the downright begging look, Yongsun met Doyun’s eyes, smirking. He let himself go, licking the same hand that was just touching himself. Yongsun licked around his hand before taking a finger into his mouth, sucking it before pulling it out and doing the same thing to another. He repeated the process on all his fingers on the hand while never once looking away from Doyun. Then, he brought his hand back to his throbbing shaft, touching himself slowly. “Do you want a taste?” He teased. 

Doyun belatedly nodded, his face looked like he was far away. 

“Jin-Sang,” Yongsun called. 

Jin-Sang let Doyun’s shaft slip from his lips as he gave one last lick before setting Doyun down to stand. Doyun held onto Jin-Sang, his legs feeling weak as he almost slipped to the ground. Jin-Sang brought him over to Yongsun, pushing him down to his knees in front of Yongsun’s open legs. He gripped Doyun’s hair, holding the locks between his fingers. “Do you want to suck?” 

Doyun swallowed and nodded once more. His eyes never left the shaft presented in front of him. Yongsun removed his hand and held his phone in both hands, “Help him, darling.” 

“Open.” Jin-Sang practically ordered Doyun. Doyun opened his mouth without hesitation as Jin-Sang pushed Doyun’s head on Yongsun, letting the shaft slip into Doyun’s mouth. He did not let Doyun have any control as he bobbed Doyun’s head, controlling all his movements. Doyun wanted to raise his hands to hold onto Yongsun, but Jin-Sang stopped him. “Hands down.” He (D) listened. 

“So good,” Yongsun commented as he recorded Doyun giving him a blowjob while Jin-Sang controlled his movements. He glanced at Jin-Sang, who looked back at him. His (Y) eyes said he wanted a kiss; he wanted to taste Jin-Sang mixed with Doyun. Jin-Sang leaned over, kissing him, letting Yongsun have a taste. His hand still held Doyun in place. As they kissed, he stopped moving Doyun, letting him hold Yongsun completely in his mouth. He did not give him a chance to breathe. 

Doyun felt dizzy, but did not tap out. The feeling of suffocation with Yongsun’s heavy shaft resting on his tongue and throat had Doyun seeing stars. His hands gripped his bare legs, leaving marks on them as he could feel how close he was, just a little more. He thought. But once Jin-Sang and Yongsun separated, Jin-Sang also pulled Doyun back. Once the shaft slipped from his mouth, letting him breathe, Doyun started coughing, letting the air rush back into him. 

Yongsun stopped the recording, setting his phone on the table as he grabbed Jin-Sang, rubbing his straining bulge. “I believe Lil’Vine’s mouth is big enough to take us both, like last time, right Lil’Vine?” 

Doyun quickly nodded, almost opening his mouth to wait for it to be filled. He was close to climaxing, and two shafts suffocating him would send him over the edge. His eyes practically shone in pleading greed. Yongsun chuckled at the sight while Jin-Sang removed his hand to open his pants and free himself. Once he freed himself, he removed his other hand from Doyun’s hair and grabbed his chin in a bruising grip. “Then, show us how well you can do it, and we will reward you.” 

Nodding once more without a word, Doyun opened his mouth wide, waiting for the husbands to fill it. “So good,” Yongsun commented once more as he and Jin-Sang stuffed Doyun’s mouth. 

*

Doyun returned home late. It was already four in the morning as he walked through the door. He slowly took off his shoes, feeling sore all over. Every move brought a sharp pain coursing through him, but it also left him with lingering pleasure. As he was getting ready to walk through the dark surroundings to his room, the lights turned on, shining bright. Doyun reflexively closed his eyes for a second before opening them. 

“Where were…What the fuck happened to you?” Changmin was standing by the living area’s light switch, getting ready to question Doyun on why he returned home so late, when his appearance stopped him in his tracks. He marched over to Doyun, grabbing his already bruised chin to get a closer look at him. 

Doyun’s face still had a red tint to it while his eyes held a slight gloss to them. His lips were red and swollen, and the sides looked to be cut; there were bruises to his chin and neck. Changmin even peeked at the bite marks hiding under the shirt’s collar. His shirt looked hastily buttoned and wrinkled. 

“You…” Changmin wanted to question. 

“I am fine,” Doyun spoke, but his speaking made it worse. His voice sounded hoarse. 

“You are definitely not fine. Do you even know what you look like?” 

“What?” Doyun coughed. His voice hurts with each word. I should make some hot tea. He pulled Changmin’s hand away, slowly walking, well, almost limping, to the kitchen. 

“Like someone who has been ravaged!” Changmin followed him to the kitchen. 

“It is not a big deal, can we drop it?” Grabbing the electric kettle, Doyun filled it with water. Once it reached the fill line, he turned off the water, then plugged the kettle in and turned it on. After it showed it was on, Doyun walked to the pantry to choose which tea he wanted to drink. 

“Doyunie,” Changmin called, wanting to continue the conversation. He was worried that Doyun was doing things he shouldn’t. 

Doyun sighed, “Hyung.” 

Changmin flinched, “Don’t.” He warned. 

“Then, let’s drop it, please,” Doyun begged. He did not want to talk about what happened. It would turn into a whole lecture if Changmin found out he was with the husbands. 

Changmin rubbed his temples and sighed; he could only drop it, knowing he couldn’t push Doyun. “Fine. But, are you being safe?” 

“Yes.” No. Doyun grabbed himself some ginger tea and also went to one of the cabinets to get a mug before he returned to the kettle. He set the things down next to the kettle and finally looked at Changmin. “You know, I am an adult.” He commented, letting out another small cough. 

Changmin pats his head, “I know, but I can still worry.” 

“Well, I am not doing something crazy, so there is nothing to talk about. Also, you should go back to bed; you have a long day tomorrow.” 

“Yeah. Yeah.” Changmin waved off. “Just remember that I am always here for you.” 

“I know.” 

Once Changmin left, Doyun lay against the counter, feeling tired. His body went lax as he used his health skill. Even though the process will be slow, at least he won’t be in too much pain in the morning. He touched his lips, patting himself on the back for not flinching every time he spoke. The wounds on the side of this mouth kept pulling with each word. Having a stuffed mouth came with consequences, but Doyun did not regret it. 

“Is it wrong to want it again?” Doyun thought out loud while rubbing his swollen lips.