by J. S. Lee
“I’m not sure you can handle it,” he retorted. Bingo.
“Can we find out?”
MinMin nodded.
And then, his shirt was off, followed closely by the rest of his clothes, and suddenly, I was the person in the room with the most amount of clothes on.
Before I could even pout at that, MinMin was kissing me, my naked breasts rubbing up against his torso. Who cared? The pants would come off eventually – Xiao and MinMin would see to that.
Xiao’s body pushed up against mine, his cock pressing into the small of my back, resting just above the curve of my ass. In doing so, he squished me up against MinMin, making his cock press up against me.
His hand swept around me, resting on a breast, briefly skimming over a nipple, but just as I bucked involuntarily into MinMin, Xiao turned my body, breaking the kiss so he could kiss me himself. The taste of MinMin was mixed with Xiao as he ran his tongue over mine.
Xiao pulled back once more, this time running his tongue over his own lips. “Why don’t you use that mouth on Minhyuk, properly.”
Heat shot through me.
I turned back to MinMin, leading him back to the bed, placing my hands on his shoulders to get him to sit on the edge of it where I had been only moments ago. With one hand on his shoulder, I glanced down at his cock. If Xiao wanted me to use this mouth ‘properly’, so be it. I slithered down MinMin, getting on my knees.
Placing one hand back on his shaft, the other on his thigh to steady myself, I ran my tongue over the tip and along the slit. MinMin let out a choking sound from the back of his throat. And then his hands were on the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper.
Who was I to say no?
I tilted my head, getting a better angle, and took him as deep as I could. The choked sound changed into something that sounded like a strangled cry. Those cries quickly turned into appreciative groans which made an ache appear between my legs.
“I think that’s my cue,” Xiao muttered.
Fingertips ran down my spine, coming to a stop at the waistband of my pants. Gently, while I continued to work my mouth around MinMin’s cock, Xiao pushed them down, taking my panties with them. Cool air slid between my legs, but it did nothing to quell the ache there.
Xiao’s hands moved to my hips. Taking care so I wouldn’t stop sucking MinMin, he guided me into a more upright position, and then, he urged my legs apart.
I had to grab at MinMin’s thighs as fingers were run between my legs. “Already ready for me,” I heard Xiao tell me.
The fingers disappeared and then I felt his cock at the top of my ass, making me groan around MinMin. MinMin’s grip on my hair tightened. I couldn’t blame him. My instinct as Xiao spread my butt cheeks, running his thick cock along my crack, past my asshole, was to gasp. My body seemed to literally throb in anticipation.
Then, Xiao entered me. I wasn’t sure if it was to torment me, or to make sure I didn’t choke on MinMin’s cock, but he pushed himself in inch by inch. While I was grateful – he had a deliciously thick cock that filled my insides almost uncomfortably – I was also cursing him.
All the way in, I could feel myself quivering around him, my body acting like it didn’t want him to leave. There was a moment of stillness from all of us: Xiao with his cock in me, and me with my mouth around MinMin’s cock. It was like some weird kinky jigsaw puzzle had been completed. It was both satisfying and one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.
I let out another moan, and, like that was the starter pistol, Xiao clamped his hands on my hips and started fucking me in earnest. The movement made MinMin’s cock thrust deeper into my throat and I had to really focus to continue sucking him off, especially when I heard Xiao chuckle behind me – like that had been the challenge all along.
With MinMin’s body writhing beneath me, his hands occasionally pulling at my hair just a little too sharply, and the glorious moans he was making, I was succeeding.
Until Xiao leaned forward, changing the angle. His grip held me in place but the deeper thrusts – “Fuck. Me!” I yelled, forcing myself to let go of MinMin as I came around Xiao. My head lurched forward, my mouth coming close to MinMin’s cock.
I fully expected Xiao’s orgasm to follow, but instead, he withdrew from me, sliding his cock back up, over my asshole, as though teasing me, and then with his hands still on me, he guided us to the bed beside MinMin.
“Now let’s have some real fun,” he said, to both of us, his voice deep and throaty.
Although my body was still trembling and my legs were a little weak, it was like his words cast a magic spell over me. “How?”
Xiao’s answer was directed at MinMin. “Start with one finger. Build up to your dick. And do not get scared of the lube.”
I looked from Xiao, to MinMin, to MinMin’s cock. He was not as thick as Xiao, but damn, nothing had been up my ass before.
I wasn’t nervous. I trusted MinMin.
I started to lower myself to my knees, to resume my previous position, but Xiao grabbed my hand, pulling me back up. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I-”
He picked me up so that it was my turn to straddle him.
Oh. Fuck.
Xiao taking control was fucking hot. He had one of the best bodies and a beautiful smile, but so help me, his confidence was the biggest turn on.
I raised myself and, with Xiao using his hands to prop himself up, guided his cock to me. I let the tip slide in, and then hovered there. Let him have a taste of his own tormenting medicine.
He just smirked. Annoyingly, it was more frustrating for me, and I lowered myself, allowing him to once again, fill me. I started to raise my body so I could slide up and down him, but Xiao placed his hands on my hip, shaking his head. “Just wait,” he said, the words sounding like a promise.
When it was obvious that I was going to remain still, he lowered us backwards. It was an odd angle, but then a slippery finger was stuck inside me. That was a strange sensation.
But not completely unpleasant.
It started moving in and out.
I finally understood Xiao’s positioning as he used only one arm to brace himself, his shoulder muscles straining as a hand slid down my body, past my belly button… lower…
As his fingertips rubbed over my clit, my hand shot out to Xiao’s chest, my fingers splaying out to keep me from falling. At the same time, a second finger entered my ass.
My body was in a sensory overload. I had to fight with myself to not ride Xiao’s cock as MinMin picked up the speed and Xiao teased my clit just enough to get me to a frustrating brink of orgasm, but not enough to let me take it.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his hooded gaze still managing to taunt me.
The fingers on my clit continued to work me, and then, I was coming again. I barely had time to savor it as the fingers were removed from my ass. I brought my rear up, and then MinMin replaced his fingers with his cock, taking the time to inch into my asshole as Xiao had done, all while Xiao continued to rub my clit.
Then he stopped and as my body worked off the orgasm, it began to adjust to the two cocks inside me. I could feel them, like they were pressed up against each other.
This was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
I felt a bead of sweat run down the side of my neck and somehow, probably with his core of steel, Xiao managed to lean forward and lick it away.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, mainly in pleasure, as the angles put pressure in different places.
Xiao leaned back, glancing over my shoulder. “You heard her.”
While Xiao remained perfectly still, MinMin started moving in and out. I could feel him slide along me and Xiao, through the thin wall my body had between the two. It somehow dulled the pain and let my body relax.
MinMin started to move faster, his hands suddenly clutching my hips. Xiao’s free hand moved on top of one of them. When mine joined it, linking our hands together, like our bodies below, Xiao started to move too.
I looked to Xiao, but his gaze was fixed firmly on my breasts, bouncing about in front of him. Instead, I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip.
The sensations from them both moving in and out of me, against me and against each other; the sound of MinMin cursing away behind me; Xiao grunting from the effort beneath me… I came again, this time with a scream that sounded almost animalistic in my own ears.
The hands linked through mine tightened – I wasn’t sure who’s hand it was – my body had succumbed to the orgasm and I wasn’t aware of anything until Xiao let out a yell and I felt his hot reaction empty into me. All the while, MinMin continued to thrust into me from behind.
Finally, MinMin pulled out. Again, I expected him to come, even if it was over my back, but he didn’t. Instead, Xiao extracted himself from me, laying me back. And then, like his inhibitions had finally gone, MinMin held his cock just in my entrance.
I didn’t think I could take anymore, but as he looked down at me, his eyes half lost under his fringe, he cocked his head. “I told you there was nothing wrong with my stamina.” He plunged into me and I welcomed him, raising my hips to meet him.
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Safety Zone
Morning came with a whole host of aches and soreness, but it was worth it. In the moments just before wakefulness won out, I snuggled up against a warm body, not wanting to open my eyes. Even with them closed, I knew it was MinMin with his arms wrapped around me, spooning me.
There were no clothes between us and I loved that. I was aware that it was only the two of us in the bed, despite its size. After we’d cleaned up and had something to drink, the three of us had curled up together, and previous experience had taught me that Xiao would still be touching me if he could.
When the last remnants of sleep escaped me, I poked an eye open and stared out across the ruffled sheets. The room was already bright: we’d never closed the blinds before going to bed. I had a feeling it was early.
I glanced over my shoulder at MinMin. He was still asleep, a small smile on his face. Taking care not to wake him, I extracted myself from his grip and shuffled out of the bed. I quickly pulled a pair of fresh panties on, grabbed one of Xiao’s enormous t-shirts from the case which still lay at the end of the bed, and, after using the bathroom, made my way into the living room.
Xiao wasn’t in there, but I could smell and hear things coming from the kitchen. Whatever it was smelled delicious and my stomach grumbled loudly. I got as far as the doorway to the dining room and stopped when I saw the spread on the table.
The table had already been set for three people, traditional side dishes of kimchi, beansprouts and radish in the center. It wasn’t them that I could smell though. Behind the breakfast bar, Xiao had his back to me, focused on something being cooked on the stove.
My focus was on his bare ass.
God, that was a beautiful sight.
I leaned against the doorframe and sighed appreciatively. He wasn’t completely naked – he’d put an apron on. It wasn’t just his ass that had me sighing, but also watching him cook. Both had me staring in disbelief. Somehow, me – the photographer from Vegas who had somehow ended up working with the most talented, dedicated, thoughtful, and hot as sin group – was now the luckiest girl on the planet, with the best boyfriends a girl could ever ask for.
Including Xiao.
Xiao, who had been cooking an omelette, rolled it up in the frying pan and transferred it to a plate where he cut it up. He turned to take it to the table and caught me watching him. A huge smile spread across his face. “Good morning my beautiful tai hau.” Instead of walking to the table, he moved to me, giving me a kiss. “That’s my shirt.”
I nodded. “It is, but I might keep it.”
“What is mine is yours,” Xiao shrugged. “I don’t like wearing shirts and that looks better on you than me, anyway.” He took the plate to the table and set it down. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Aside from starving, sore,” I admitted. “But in a good way.”
Mostly.
“You’re up early,” I added. Xiao returned to the kitchen, his attention now on a large pan that had been simmering away behind the frying pan. Whatever it was, that was the source of the delicious smell.
“I wanted to work out before I went to Atlantis,” Xiao replied. He gave the contents of the bowl a stir, and then he pulled out a gridle pan. Once it was up to a temperature suitable for him, he placed some fish fillets on it, skin side down.
“I want to stay here all day.” The declaration came from MinMin. He was wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, his hair in his face as he watched us with still sleepy eyes.
“I wouldn’t complain,” I shrugged.
“Holly would,” he pointed out. He reached up, rubbing at his fluffy hair as he yawned. “And you would if I missed a physio appointment.”
“That’s true,” I agreed.
MinMin joined my side, an eyebrow completely disappearing under his fringe as he stared at Xiao’s ass. “Is that even hygienic?”
Without turning around, Xiao raised his arm, and then raised a solitary finger. “I’d tell you where to stick it,” he glanced over his shoulder giving us both a wicked grin. “But I did that last night.” And then he returned his attention to cooking.
I turned to MinMin, finding him watching me. I merely shrugged. “No complaints from me,” I told him, leaning over to kiss him.
“You can sit,” Xiao interrupted us. “Breakfast is ready.”
MinMin and I took our seats at the table. Moments later, a bowl of whatever had been cooking was placed between us. The fish went to the side. Then two glasses of water appeared.
After two weeks of living off cereal while at Holly’s, and several weeks eating a wide assortment of hotel breakfasts, I had forgotten what a full Korean breakfast was like. Thankfully, after last night, I was ready to inhale everything on the table. “What is that?” I asked, peering at the bubbling bowl. It was white, like porridge, but it looked more like rice than grains.
“Báizhōu.” I stared blankly at Xiao. Japanese I was fluent in (it had been my major, after all), and Korean – I was getting there. Chinese, on the other hand, escaped me. “Oh,” Xiao frowned, thoughtfully. “Congee.”
“Porridge,” MinMin offered. “Rice porridge.”
“Yes,” Xiao agreed as he came back to the table and sat down… with a protein shake.
When I had moved in the day before, I had looked in every cupboard in the large kitchen. There were plenty of crockery and cutlery, as well as a stocked refrigerator and food cupboards. Holly had thought of everything.
“With fish?” I asked as MinMin leaned over and broke a piece off, placing it on my porridge.
“Xiao is a good cook,” MinMin assured me. “When it comes to báizhōu, anyway.”
“Youngbin is the best cook,” Xiao informed me, before leaning back and taking a long drink of his shake.
I decided I was too hungry to care and dug my spoon in. It wasn’t that bad. It was fragrant and filling. I did as I had predicted, and I started to devour it.
Until the room was filled with a strange pinging.
While Xiao glanced back to the kitchen as though checking if he had left anything cooking, I looked for a phone. Then, at the last moment, I realized it was the sound of the elevator.
I got up, hurrying into the living room, just as CX walked in. Just behind him was Byeon Taeyoon. While CX put down a box he had been carrying labelled ‘Yongsik’s things,’ so he could embrace me, Manager Taeyoon stood by the door, his arms folded as he looked anywhere but at us.
Holly had been right – he didn’t understand our relationship.
“What are you doing here?” I asked CX as we kept our greeting strictly PG-13. “Are you moving in?” I glanced down at the box. It looked like it was full of Game of Thrones models and a set of books
. On top was a black plastic bag, the contents hidden.
“No,” Taeyoon answered almost instantly. “We are here to pick MinMin up for physio and for Xiao to go into Atlantis.”
“I had an idea,” CX said, picking the box back up. “I checked with the Vice Chairwoman and she cleared it.”
“Go find a bedroom and tell Xiao and MinMin to come out,” Taeyoon instructed me.
“Would you like to come in and wait?” I offered.
Byeon Taeyoon had been on tour with us, acting as a second manager and assistant to Sungmin. I’d never been close with him, but we’d never had any run ins. It was polite and professional.
Now, it was extra polite and professional.
I guess it could be worse.
Taeyoon considered it, and then he followed me into the living room, just as Xiao walked in wearing just the apron. Taeyoon’s mouth settled into a thin line. “You need to get dressed.”
“It’s OK, hyungnim,” Xiao told him, continuing past him towards my bedroom.
Both CX and I watched Xiao as he used his ass to shut the door. CX turned to me, but before he could say anything, MinMin came out of the dining room. “Hello, Byeon Taeyoon ssi,” he greeted him.
Taeyoon’s expression softened slightly – like he was a popsicle and the corner had just started melting. “MinMin, you have a physio appointment this morning.”
MinMin nodded and silently bowed his head before walking across the room to my bedroom.
Limped.
The more accurate term was limped.
It hadn’t been as noticeable yesterday. And then I sighed, closing my eyes. He’d spent the night on his feet, rather than letting the bed take his full weight.
“They picked rooms already?” CX asked, staring at the door to my room – MinMin had just walked in.
“Actually, that’s my room,” I muttered, conscious of the fact that the moment I started to speak, Taeyoon’s eyes had locked on me. “We were… otherwise occupied.”