It began like all their parties. Everyone was drunk, people were starting to get tired of non-stop dancing, Taehyung and Jimin were sucking each others’ faces off somewhere in the corner. Normal stuff.
At some point in the night people who actually had things to do the next day started leaving. Namjoon who was the host this time finally sat down for the first time since the party properly began. He took a deep breath and gulped down his drink trying to forget about all the things he had to fix or replace in the house after this night.
“Who wants to play something?!” yelled Hoseok grabbing the nearest empty bottle of vodka and waving it in the air.
“Have mercy,” groaned Namjoon already deep into the crease in the couch.
“No way, it’s too early to finish. I didn’t get hammered like this just to go to sleep right away.”
“Someone wake up Jeongguk. The last time I tried to do it he slapped my thigh so hard I think the skin will peel,” said Seokjin entering the living room and sitting on the couch next to Yoongi. He grabbed the phone out of his hand, said ‘I’m not letting technology ruin your life, son,’ and put it under his ass. Yoongi was too taken aback to even argue.
“I’ll take care of Jeongguk,” offered Jimin. He had Taehyung’s red lipstick all over his neck. After a minute they heard a high scream from the other room.
When all seven of them were finally sat in the living room (Yoongi still arguing with Seokjin, Jeongguk massaging his nipples after Jimin’s attack on them) Hoseok put the bottle on the floor in the middle of the room.
“Spin the bottle and Truth or Dare mashup. You spin the bottle, the person it landed on has to choose truth or dare. Easy.”
“Where’s drinking in it? How is that a drinking game?” argued Jeongguk. His hair was sticking out in all directions.
“I said it’s a game, not a drinking game. We’re all properly fucked up anyway.”
Jeongguk sighed but couldn’t argue. Taehyung and Jimin were sitting propped against each other on the floor and giggling while trying to put all Jimin’s rings on his middle finger.
“What is the level of the dares anyway?” asked Seokjin with a smirk.
“All the levels. Just go wild.”
Everyone looked at each other. It’s not like they haven’t done some weird shit together before but they also knew what kind of dares they might come up with.
“Everyone okay with that?” Hoseok looked around but everyone just shrugged or nodded. “Cool. Taehyung, you start.”
“Why me?” he asked but grabbed the bottle anyway. Jimin was forced to remove himself from his lap.
“Let’s just say I believe in your good heart.”
“You don’t think I can make a good dare?”
“You are welcome to try.”
Taehyung spun the bottle with way too much force and it slid across the room finishing next to Yoongi’s feet pointing in his direction.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” smirked Yoongi. “Go crazy.”
“Uh,” Taehyung’s drunk mind seemed to blank on him a little. “Fuck, I’m bad at this. Kiss Seokjin-hyung?”
The circle erupted into laughter. Taehyung’s ears turned red.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi finally finished laughing. “You do realize we’ve already kissed like three times tonight?”
Taehyung looked scandalized. Jimin pressed a wet kiss to his cheek.
Yoongi meanwhile turned to Seokjin and threw a leg over his lap. Seokjin put his arm around Yoongi’s neck and kissed him deeply. Both of them seemed very much into sucking each others tongues and biting on the lips but after a minute of non-stop wet sounds of kissing and Yoongi’s soft moans Namjoon decided it’s enough.
“Yoongi, your turn,” he said loudly.
Yoongi took few more seconds to suck on Seokjin’s tongue and pressing a kiss to his plump wet lips.
“Maybe I’ll let you boyfriend me up one day,” hummed Yoongi licking his lips and putting his legs back on the floor.
“In your wet dreams, honey.” snorted Seokjin.
Yoongi squatted on the floor and gave the bottle a spin. It stopped on Jimin.
"Minie,” he said delighted. “I was hoping it’d be you, man.”
Jimin giggled. “What do you want, hyung? I want a dare.”
“I want to see that lap dance Taehyung was bragging about.”
All of the boys beside Jimin and Taehyung hooted or whistled.
“It’s Taetae’s lap dance though,” tried Jimin.
“It’s a dare, Jimin. It’s not supposed to be easy.”
“Fine, I need to change out of these jeans first.”
Jimin went to change and when he came back in black shorts Taehyung sent him a big bright smile. Jimin started walking towards Taehyung pulling up his hoodie so it doesn’t cover his ass when Yoongi stopped him with his hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To give Taehyung his lap dance?”
“I didn’t say you’re supposed to do it on Taehyung.”
“That’s not fair, you just said I need to do a lap dance!”
“Not on Tae! That’s too easy!”
Yoongi looked around the circle squinting to make up for his shitty vision and laziness to get up to grab his glasses.
“Hoseok,” he decided. Hoseok couldn’t hold himself back from smiling. Taehyung had a pout on his face but he didn’t say anything.
“Sit properly,” Jimin told Hoseok coming closer to the armchair he was sitting in.
“I’m bi, I can’t sit properly,” giggled Hoseok but managed to put both of his feet on the floor which was enough for Jimin.
“I’m not gonna do the whole routine, just a part of it,” said Jimin choosing the music on his phone. Janet Jackson’s Would You Mind started playing.
“That’s more than okay,” assured him Hoseok.
Jimin locked eyes with Hoseok and pulled off his hoodie, revealing his naked chest and toned arms. The tattoo on his ribs never looked more fitting.
He turned his back to Hoseok and went down on the floor, spreading his legs and pushing his ass up. None of the boys could look away. Jimin sat up and arched his back to look at Hoseok. He put his arms on Hoseok’s knees and lifted himself up. With his ass barely touching Hoseok’s crotch he rolled his hips in circles to the music.
Jimin sat on Hoseok’s thigh, put his arm around his neck and pressed their foreheads together.
“How do you feel, hyung?” he whispered pressing his mouth against his ear.
“Amazing,” admitted Hoseok and ran his hands down his bare thighs.
“Hands off,” warned him Jimin without malice in his voice. He turned to face Hoseok and propped his leg on the armrest. His tangled his fingers into Hoseok’s hair and rolled his head around before pushing it close to his crotch. Hoseok’s eyes flutters when he realized what happened but right after that Jimin dropped back into his lap to grind against him.
Jimin gave Hoseok a knowing smile which didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the boys. They all snickered but kept watching Jimin like hypnotized.
When Jimin finished Hoseok’s eyes were dazed and jeans rather tight. Jimin put his hoodie back on but didn’t bother to change out of his shorts.
“I think it’s my turn now,” he broke the silence with a smile. Taehyung put his hand under his hoodie to caress Jimin’s side. Jimin ignored Taehyung’s skinny fingers on the waistband of his shorts.
The bottle landed on Jeongguk who managed to finally wake up.
“Dare,” he said strongly. He seemed to want to say it before he could change his mind.
“Great. Give Namjoon a striptease.”
Jeongguk immediately turned red. Jimin didn’t know if it was embarrassment or rage because Jeongguk realized his mistake of confessing his crush on Namjoon to Jimin but he enjoyed it anyway.
“I can’t do striptease,” grumbled Jeongguk not even looking in Namjoon’s general direction.
“It’s a dare, darling.”
Jeongguk sighed and finally looked at Namjoon. For some reason he had a similar expression on his face as Hoseok when he heard Jimin would give him a lap dance.
“I’m so sorry, hyung,” said Jeongguk before he even started.
“Don’t worry too much, Guk,” smiled Namjoon and sat comfortably on the sofa, perfectly prepared for whatever was going to happen.
Suddenly Pony by Ginuwine started playing. Jeongguk turned around to see Seokjin with his phone out giving him thumbs up.
Embarrassed Jeongguk started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Yoongi and Seokjin cheered loudly.
Jeongguk slowly took off his shirt, first revealing one shoulder, then the next one, finally shrugging the shirt off completely. He rolled his hips to the music and looked at Namjoon who seemed to really enjoy himself. Jeongguk wasn’t really sure why but he continued anyway. The next thing to go was his belt which he threw across the room and came closer to Namjoon. He started unbuttoning his jeans looking Namjoon straight in the eye. He turned around to drag them down his legs, ass right in front of Namjoon’s face. He stepped out of his jeans and turned back to face Namjoon. He tried covering his crotch with his hand but it wasn’t very effective. Everyone could see the bulge in his underwear.
“That’s enough?” he asked Yoongi breaking the mood completely.
“A little more, Guk!” encouraged him Seokjin.
Jeongguk took his hands away from his crotch and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his gray underwear. He lowered it slowly just enough so that Namjoon could see the happy trail going from under his belly button down to the thatch of hair previously covered with material. Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to look away from the subtle adonis belt, now nearly entirely uncovered.
“Okay, I’m done,” decided Jeongguk with a completely red face and slapped his briefs back on.
“I’ve never saw someone who can break the mood as effectively as you,” sighed Jimin.
“Whatever,” Jeongguk quickly wore his clothes again and sat down on the couch next to Seokjin and Yoongi. Both of them looked at each other and at the free space on the couch next to Namjoon but in the end didn’t say anything.
Jeongguk’s bottle landed on Namjoon. He was pretty sure the world just really hated him.
“Truth or dare?” he mumbled trying to look at the bottle and not at Namjoon.
“Truth,” said Namjoon with a smile. All the other boys booed jokingly but quickly all of them glued their eyes to Jeongguk who was clearly having a battle with himself.
“Uh,” he started but bit his lower lips before he said anything.
“Come on, Guk!” encouraged him Jimin.
Usually while playing truth or dare no one would choose truth because they simply knew each other too well and told each other everything anyway but Namjoon knew what he was doing.
“Did you like the striptease?” asked finally Jeongguk looking at Namjoon. No one said anything carefully waiting for Namjoon’s answer.
“I loved it,” smiled Namjoon and held out a hand. Jeongguk grabbed it and looked down biting down on his lips to hold back a smile blooming on his lips.
“Fuck, this man’s in love,” groaned obnoxiously Yoongi. “He must be, seeing how he liked this piss poor attempt at striptease.”
“Shut the fuck up,” hissed Jeongguk.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” chanted Taehyung and Jimin. Jeongguk looked at Namjoon and bit his lips once again, smiling weakly. God, he really wanted to kiss Namjoon.
Namjoon pulled him in by his hand and made him sit in his lap. First they kissed slowly and then more passionately. Jeongguk half-consciously started grinding in his lap.
“That was not even a dare!” argued Seokjin. “Leave that for dares or for tomorrow!”
Jeongguk unglued himself from Namjoon and sat next to him on the couch. Namjoon’s hand was still on Jeongguk’s thigh, caressing it gently. He leaned down to spin the bottle which landed on Taehyung.
“Truth or dare?”
“Let Jimin suck on your nipples for five minutes.”
“That’s a Wednesday afternoon for me. Bring it on, Jimin.”
Namjoon seemed a little disappointed in the lack of arguing or begging for mercy but he decided it was good entertainment anyway.
Taehyung took off his shirt and grinned at Jimin who was already licking his lips. Jimin sat next to Taehyung propped against a couch and put his cold hands on Taehyung’s sides, making the boy squirm and giggle. He licked one of his perky nipples and started sucking on it. Taehyung tangled his fingers into Jimin’s hair while the boy altered between the two nipples sucking on one and rolling the other one with his fingers. His free hand was roaming around Taehyung’s chest and pressing against his crotch.
When five minutes went by Namjoon told Jimin he could stop now but the two of them weren’t listening anymore. Taehyung was panting softly thrusting his hips into Jimin’s hand and pressing his head to his chest.
Jimin didn’t seem too happy to stop but Taehyung was clearly personally offended. Jimin rubbed a hand over his chest (intentionally rubbing over his sensitive nipples) and pressed a kiss on his sternum. Taehyung groaned and wore his shirt again. He thanked himself for always wearing loose pants.
Taehyung’s spin landed on Seokjin.
“Finally! I want a dare.”
“Your dare is taking all of your clothes off. And don’t wear them again till we finish,” Taehyung seemed satisfied that he finally came up with a dare that wasn’t met with a laughter.
Seokjin looked at him for a moment as if he wanted to check if Taehyung wasn’t just joking about this but Taehyung looked deadly serious.
“Fine,” he agreed and started taking everything off.
All of them have seen each other naked before so it shouldn’t matter but it turned out the context mattered. Naked Seokjin in a gym shower trying to make himself a beard with foam didn’t seem to be equal to naked Seokjin standing in the middle of the living room with everyone dressed normally. He didn’t even try to cover his cock with his hands, he just stood there, confident and slightly amused. Yoongi crossed his legs and pressed on his crotch praying to every god so that Seokjin wouldn’t notice his arousal.
Seokjin spun the bottle and with a grin on his face he looked how it ended up pointing towards Jeongguk.
“I don’t feel good about this smile,” said Jeongguk.
“Oh, I feel great about it,” admitted Seokjin. He looked hilarious sitting naked on the couch next to Yoongi who was dressed as if he was a vampire in full sun but Jeongguk didn’t feel like laughing right now.
“I want a dare,” decided Jeongguk.
Seokjin’s eyebrows went up. “I’m positively surprised. I thought you’d go with truth.”
“Well, I’m not. What’s the dare?”
Seokjin threw a pillow at Jeongguk. Jeongguk looked at it puzzled.
“What about it?”
“Get off on it.”
Everyone’s eyes suddenly got two times bigger. They looked at each other to make sure all of them heard the same thing.
Jeongguk looked at the pillow once again, this time as if it was a wild animal, ready to bite him any second.
“You’re backing out from the dare?” smirked Seokjin.
“...no,” decided Jeongguk standing up. Namjoon looked at him surprised. “I’m gonna do it.”
“Great. Can’t wait.”
Jeongguk took off his jeans and kneeled in the middle of the room in his shirt and briefs. The bulge in his underwear didn’t leave much to imagination. He was already semi-hard.
Jeongguk put the pillow between his legs and grinded on it. He closed his eyes and let himself get into right mindset gently rocking into the pillow. He let out small moans and whimpers as he thrust into it faster and faster.
Jimin looked at Taehyung who was fidgeting with his hands in his lap. He leaned his head on Taehyung’s shoulder making the other boy tense up.
“Relax,” he whispered to Taehyung and slid his hand down Taehyung’s inner thigh and rested it on his crotch. Taehyung’s dick twitched under Jimin’s grip. Taehyung sighed.
“Me too, don’t worry,” chucked Jimin and slid his blunt nails up and down Taehyung’s inner thigh. Both of them returned their eyes to Jeongguk who was falling apart in the middle of the living room.
Jeongguk was leaning on the floor holding the pillow with his hands and humping it like a bunny in heat. His mouth was open in pleasure, letting out short moans, drool on his chin.
“Ah— Ah! Fuck, I’m close—,” he whimpered more to himself than anyone else. Everyone’s eyes were on him. “Fuck!”
Jeongguk trembled like a leaf as he rocked into the pillow while coming. He continued humping it even when he finished, slowly dragging his cock against the material and breathing loudly at the feeling. The room was quiet aside from Jeongguk’s labored breathing.
When he let go of the pillow and laid on his back on the floor everyone could see wet cum stains on his gray underwear. Namjoon sucked in his breath sharply.
“Fuck,” repeated Jeongguk with a tired voice.
“Fuck indeed,” agreed Seokjin who clearly didn’t expect that Jeongguk would actually go through with the dare.
“My fucking turn,” said Jeongguk sitting up, legs still weak from the orgasm. He didn’t bother to wear his clothes again this time.
The bottle landed on Jimin.
“Wait a second, I need to go to the bathroom,” said Jimin standing up.
“I don’t care if you have a raging hard on, Jimin. Truth or dare?”
“I— I don’t! And I actually need to pee so wait a minute, I’ll be back.”
“Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no,” stopped him quickly Jeongguk. “You’re not going anywhere. Piss yourself right here.”
“What’s wrong with you? I’m going to the toilet.”
“It’s a dare!”
Jimin and Jeongguk looked at each other. If eyes could kill both of them would be already on fire. Jeongguk felt humiliated and he wasn’t going down without taking others with him.
Without any other word Jimin grabbed the pillow from Jeongguk and sat on it, right in front of him. Taehyung’s eyes were big as saucers.
Not taking any of the clothes off Jimin locked his eyes with fuming Jeongguk, spread his legs and started wetting himself. When the crotch on his shorts got soaked wet, the piss broke through the material and the boys looked how it was dripping down Jimin’s pants, soaking into the pillow, spilling on the floor.
Jimin must have really needed to go because even when Jeongguk’s expression changed from annoyed to slightly turned on, he was still going. He pressed a hand against his crotch and moaned feeling warm piss breaking through his shorts. He laid on the floor, ass propped on the pillow, he tensed to empty his bladder completely and finally finished. His shorts and the pillow were soaked in piss but everyone in the room was trying to cover their boners even though all of them were nearly equally turned on. Taehyung seemed especially on edge.
“That was fun,” admitted Jimin also kind of out of breath. His cheeks were pink with the mix of humiliation of wetting himself in front of his friends with twisted arousal.
After a few moments of silence Namjoon ran to the bathroom and came back with a towel for Jimin. After quick clean up of the floor and throwing the pissy pillow into the bathtub they resumed the game.
Jimin’s bottle landed on Yoongi.
“Nothing will surprise me anymore,” decided Yoongi. “I want a dare.”
“Jerk yourself off. I know you’re hard as a rock. Seokjin next to you isn’t doing you any favours.”
Seokjin grinned at Yoongi.
Yoongi sighed and started undoing his pants. He slid them down just to his mid thighs. His dick seemed painfully hard.
“Someone grab me some lube so I can get it over with faster.”
Taehyung reached into his pocket and handed him a travel packet of lube. Yoongi looked at it suspiciously but ripped it open anyway.
“I don’t want to know why you carry lube in your pockets.”
“You’re very welcome,” grinned Taehyung and sent a kiss to Jimin who grabbed the kiss in the air and pretended to eat it maniacally.
Yoongi squirted a generous amount of lube on his hand and started working it up and down his dick. He threw his head back, black bucket hat falling off his head and revealing his sweaty black bangs sticking to his forehead. He seemed to adapt the same technique as Jeongguk — closing his eyes and losing himself in pleasure. While he was pumping his cock, his breath getting shorter and more shallow he felt an arm around his shoulders and lips pressing to his temple. He opened his eyes to look Seokjin in the eye and let him kiss him passionately.
Yoongi’s hand picked up the pace and it didn’t take him much longer to come in streaks, his hips thrusting forward unconsciously.
He opened his eyes and gave Seokjin a smirk. Seokjin kissed both of his cheeks and sat back to his previous position on the couch as if he had nothing to do with Yoongi coming right next to him.
“I don’t know if I should hate you or thank you,” said Yoongi to Jimin.
“You can thank me all you want.”
He wiped himself with a tissue handed him by Seokjin and pulled up his pants as if nothing happened. He put his bucket hat back on too.
“Who’s the next victim?” he giggled while giving the bottle a spin. The bottle stopped on Jeongguk.
“Absolutely not!” yelled Jeongguk. “That’s too many times!”
“Honey, I don’t control this bottle, it’s not my fault. Truth or Dare?”
Jeongguk seemed to think for a moment. He looked down at his dirty briefs and sighed.
“Hmm…” Yoongi bit down on his finger and though for a moment. “Okay, Gukkie. Let Namjoon finger you till you cum.”
Jeongguk looked like he wanted to argue but he clenched his jaw tight and looked at Namjoon. His expression softened a little when he saw Namjoon’s cheeks getting red.
“What do you say?” he asked hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down a little.
“I—I’d—I’d love that…”
“Taehyung, you have more of this lube?”
“Of— Of course!” Taehyung turned both of his pockets inside out and at least ten packets of lube fell out on the floor. He threw two of them at Namjoon. Yoongi looked like he wanted to comment on it but he held himself back. He was still blissed out from his climax and Seokjin still had an arm around his shoulders, gently caressing his nape under the hat.
“How do you want to do this?” asked Namjoon putting his hands on Jeongguk’s hips and pulling him closer.
Jeongguk pulled down his dirty underwear and took off his sweaty shirt. He straddled Namjoon’s lap facing him, took one packet of lube from Namjoon’s hand and opened it with his teeth. Namjoon let Jeongguk pour the lube on his hand and guide it to his asshole.
“Come on,” Jeongguk wriggled his ass and grabbed his hardening dick. He sucked in sharply as Namjoon pressed the cold lube to his hole and started circling his fingers around it.
“Relax, Guk,” murmured Namjoon sliding one finger into Jeongguk and moving it slowly.
“Hard to relax with all these assholes looking at me all the time,” hissed Jeongguk but whimpered when Namjoon pushed in a second finger.
“They wish they were in your place, baby,” continued Namjoon while slowly fucking into squirming Jeongguk. “You’re gonna come for me, right? You look so pretty when you come.”
“Joon— Ah, hyung—”
Jeongguk thanked God Namjoon’s fingers were so long because he could easily fuck himself on them. His one hand was resting on Namjoon’s shoulder for balance and the other was on his cock jerking himself off to finish quicker.
“Joon— Joonie, I’m close!”
“Hand off your cock, Jeongguk! You were supposed to come just by fingering!” argued Yoongi but he had a smirk on his face.
Jeongguk hissed but stopped pumping his cock and put both his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders. Namjoon quickened his pace and quickly Jeongguk was whimpering in his arms, nearing his second climax.
“Come on, baby, come on,” murmured Namjoon as Jeongguk moaned weakly and came right on Namjoon’s t-shirt.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry—” started Jeongguk but was quickly interrupted.
“Shut up,” Namjoon pulled Jeongguk close to himself and kissed him tenderly.
“Leave room for Jesus!” yelled Seokjin clapping loudly. Jeongguk and Namjoon separated from each other both breathing heavily. Namjoon’s pants were visibly tented. “Guk, it’s your turn.”
“I’m gonna fuck the next person up so much,” murmured Jeongguk.
The bottle landed on a little scared Taehyung.
“Hyung,” said Jeongguk with a big smile and sat back down on the couch next to Namjoon. “Boy, do I have something just for you.”
“You can be the bigger person, Guk,” offered Taehyung.
“Fuck that. You’re gonna sit on Hoseok’s lap and you’re gonna wet yourself.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Jeongguk was doing it purely out of spite and Taehyung couldn’t even blame him.
“Sure,” he said after a moment. He looked at Hoseok who looked confused but also turned on. “Hyung, sit on the floor, don’t wanna ruin the furniture,” ordered Taehyung.
Hoseok obediently sat with his legs crossed on the floor. Taehyung straddled him and started grinding on his hard-on. Hoseok grabbed Taehyung’s ass and guided him as the other was rolling his hips in circles.
“I’m gonna go, hyung,” breathed Taehyung. He stopped moving his hips and looked down on their crotches pressed together as he started wetting himself. “ Ah... ! ”
Hoseok’s hands clenched on Taehyung’s ass.
“Fuck, it feels good,” Taehyung let out a breathy laugh. The crotch of his pants was soaked and sticking to his skin. Hoseok could feel the piss soaking through to the material on his ass where he was holding.
Taehyung quickly changed his position to sitting with his back to Hoseok, still straddling his lap. He grinded his ass into Hoseok’s clothed cock while still pissing himself.
Hoseok groaned and let out a choked moan. His hips thrusted into Taehyung’s ass.
“Did you just come, hyung?” asked Taehyung with a smirk. He leaned on Hoseok, spread his legs to give everyone a good view and let out the last spurt of piss.
“Hard not to,” argued Hoseok. His pants were soaked with Taehyung’s piss and his underwear was sticky with cum yet he didn’t mind that much.
“I don’t think there’s any point in cleaning the mess now,” said Taehyung and sat on the towel previously used by Jimin. “We’re all gross right now anyway.”
“We both pissed our pants, Taetae,” noticed Jimin and intertwined his fingers with Taehyung.
“I think modern romance has just reached its peak,” sighed Seokjin.
“Spin the damn bottle, hyung, I’m cold,” whined Jeongguk.
As soon as Taehyung did it Jeongguk screamed as loud as he could.
“ NOT ME AGAIN! FUCK!”
“It’s not my fault, Jeongguk! This bottle hates you!”
“I hate this game.”
“Truth or dare, Gukkie?”
“You never learn, do you?” Taehyung shook his head disapprovingly as if the dare wasn’t decided by him but some arbitrary power he could not disagree with.
“What is it this time?”
“I want Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin and Yoongi to piss on you.”
Taehyung thought Jeongguk might argue with him but the boy seemed to be at peace with whatever was happening to him right now.
“Should I just sit here?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” grinned Taehyung. He and Jimin smiled at each other. “We’re just gonna watch you all from here,” both of them finally took off their soaked pants and underwear revealing their semi-hard cocks.
“Bring it on,” said Jeongguk.
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you?” smirked Yoongi. He took his cock out of his pants and directed it at Jeongguk.
When he started pissing right at Jeongguk’s spent dick the boy whimpered at the feeling. Warm piss on his sensitive cock felt way better than he was willing to admit.
After a moment Seokjin and Hoseok started pissing on Jeongguk’s chest and finally Namjoon’s stream landed on his face. Jeongguk closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment while trembling with conflicting emotions.
Taehyung and Jimin were looking at the rest of the boys with hands on each other’s cocks. Their heads were rested against each other and both of them were panting from arousal.
When Jimin turned his head to Taehyung the latter didn’t waste any moment in kissing him, biting on his lips, sucking on his tongue, licking over his lips.
When Taehyung and Jimin looked back to the rest all of them finished pissing but Namjoon and Seokjin who didn’t get to come yet were pumping their dicks while caressing Jeongguk’s face, praising him and running fingers through his hair.
Seokjin came first in few streaks which landed straight on Jeongguk’s face who opened his mouth and tried to catch as much as he could.
“You’se such a good boy,” praised him Seokjin pressing a wet kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek. Jeongguk, a little delirious, held Seokjin’s face in his hands and pulled him in to press a simple kiss to his mouth. When he pulled away from Seokjin, this time Namjoon’s come landed on his face.
“Fuck,” he swore and as soon as Namjoon stopped cumming he pulled him down and started kissing him.
Taehyung and Jimin came all over each other in their own corner and were lazily exchanging kisses when at some point Taehyung unglued himself from Jimin and came over to spent Jeongguk.
“Namjoon, let me do just one more thing,” he said. Namjoon nodded and stood up to go grab a few towels for everyone.
“You’re such a great boy,” said Taehyung to Jeongguk.
“I know. I put up with your shit.”
“You’re so much more enjoyable when you don’t talk.”
“Shut up,” hissed Jeongguk and went limp in Taehyung’s arms. “I’m so tired, hyung.”
“I know you’re tired. I want to help you relax.”
Taehyung’s hand caressed Jeongguk’s lower stomach and pressed a little. Jeongguk hissed.
“It’s your turn, Jeonggukie,” he murmured and kissed Jeongguk’s head.
Jeongguk couldn’t care less at that moment. He relaxed completely and let himself piss on the floor.
“Isn’t it nice?” asked Taehyung gently directing Jeongguk’s cock on his own chest so he could feel how warm it was.
“It is,” agreed Jeongguk. He didn’t care about the puddle of piss under his ass. He’s never felt this blissed out before. He felt few people pressing kisses all over his face but he was slowly falling asleep in Taehyung’s arms. He came round only when he heard Namjoon who came back with the towels.
“I think we’re done playing,” he said and also kissed him on the cheeks and on the lips.
“Who’s first to the shower?”