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Chan had to admit, after graduating he hadn’t anticipated his main source of income to be donations from people subscribing to his camboy channel. He hadn’t expected to be a camboy at all, but he wanted to have a career in music and getting a foot in the door was notoriously hard, so he hadn’t managed to get more than an unpaid intern position as a producer at an idol agency in Korea yet. He wasn’t going to waste the opportunity of the internship, but it did leave him without an income, and working hours that wouldn’t combine with other part time jobs.

It had been his friend Hongjoong who'd jokingly suggested he was pretty enough to make it as a streamer, that if he wore shirts tight enough his chiselled chest was bound to draw in some views. Now, his friend had probably meant Twitch streaming, but that's not where Chan's brain had gone. Chan's brain had barreled right past that and gone right into Onlyfans territory.

Chan was well aware that he had a praise kink larger than life, a deep-seated desire to be admired and praised, and how better to get that kink fulfilled than by having hundreds of people watch you get off and comment how pretty you are? And to then get paid for it? It sounded like a dream come true. Plus, by doing it on cam he wouldn't actually have to meet any creeps in real life, and he could easily ban people who did end up making him uncomfortable.

When he first started in the business he mostly streamed to less than 10 viewers, made basically no money off it, but he also discovered he enjoyed it. Besides the praise kink he apparently had a massive exhibitionism kink as well, and even if it wasn’t paying the bills yet at least it made him feel good and helped his de-stress.

His genuine enjoyment was soon noticed though, and that in combination with the niche combination of him looking like a gym bro but being a mostly submissive bottom quickly helped him build a loyal fanbase. He spoke a mixture of Korean and English during his streams, which had gained him a large platform both in Korea and internationally. His content was too niche to become one of the top streamers on the site, but after a couple of months he was definitely making more than enough money in tips to get by.

He wanted to go on a trip to Australia to visit his family during his holiday though, which meant he needed a little extra boost in donations, and he thought he had come up with just the way to get it. So, that evening he started his stream as usual, sitting shirtless on his bed and waving at the camera with a coy smile.

He'd titled the stream "Just chatting~ Come watch a movie with me?" because that's another thing which got him loyal subscribers. He didn't offer just porn, not even half his streams were sexual really, he offered the boyfriend experience. More often than not he'd take his viewers on little dates like watching movies with them, eating with them, or just chatting with them.

Chan went by Chris on his streams, not so much so that people in real life didn't recognise him (he showed his face on the streams and honestly wasn't embarrassed of what he did, even if Korean society would judge him harshly for it if they connected the dots, as a producer he didn’t plan to get in the spotlight, and he figured once he had enough producing credits he could always just move back to Australia) but more so internet creeps would have a harder time tracking him down.

“Hey guys, I have an exciting announcement for you today! I’m just gonna wait for a few more people to join, how about we just chat until then? Lee Know, hi! How’ve you been?” Chan asked sweetly once the first people started entering the stream, having quickly figured out that occasionally shouting out his top subscribers kept them more loyal and made them donate more.

Lee Know: Hey there babydoll
Lee Know: I'm good, how about you?
SpearB: What movie are we watching?
J.One: Like you'd suddenly leave if you hated the movie when all you do is stare at Chris anyway
SpearB: Unprovoked??

“I’m fine, thank you. Hard day at work so I’m ready to relax with my favourite people~ Nice of you to have joined us as well, Spear and J.” Chan chuckled as the two continued squabbling in the chat, noting how nice the little community he’d built was. Sure, they’d all initially joined to watch him get off but at this point he could tell there were some genuine friendships building within the chat as well, particularly among his seven top subscribers.

Phoenix: Like you’re not the biggest simp in here, J
J.One: ???
Prince: He’s not wrong
J.One: Chris! Phoenix and Prince are bullying me again, they’re always ganging up on me ;-;
Mong: They gang up on everyone, you’re not special
I.N: lmao
J.One: I feel very attacked right now
Lee Know: It’s okay baby, I’ll protect you
J.One: o-oh
Mong: Stop flirting
Mong: Disgusting
I.N: Chris, please stop this

“Why? It’s cute,” Chan replied with a soft giggle.

Lee Know: Did you get yourself some snacks for during the movie, baby?

“Snacks? Oh, no, I didn’t have time to drop by the convenience store. But it’s okay, better for my weight anyway,” Chan replied, playfully petting his stomach.

Lee Know: Be a good boy and go order yourself some pizza
*Lee Know has donated $50*
Prince: ok sugar daddy
SpearB: aren’t we all?
Prince: fair enough

“That’s truly an excessive amount for a pizza, but thank you sir,” Chan replied, blowing a kiss and winking at the camera, taking out his phone and showing the food delivery app. “What pizza should I get? Since you paid for it, you can choose.”

J.One: say pizza Hawaii, I dare you
I.N: Chris hates pineapple
J.One: exactly
Lee Know: Just get a pepperoni, doll. You like that one.
J.One: ur lame
Lee Know: Would you like to try saying that to my face, J 🙂
Lee Know: See what happens
Lee Know: You have my number
J.One: oh
J.One: uhm
J.One: nevermind
J.One: Enjoy your pizza babe
Phoenix: Are we just gonna gloss over the fact that Lee Know has J’s number??
Prince: We most definitely are not

Chan shook his head fondly, ordering his pepperoni pizza as instructed while his viewers kept chatting away. He’d long since stopped rejecting gifts like this, since it made himself feel taken care of and it made people feel good to be the one taking care of him. In a way, he really did have multiple sugar daddies, but they were all aware of it and of each other which made Chan feel like it was okay. He had no idea what the age or the occupations of his top subscribers was, but even as faceless aliases they made him feel warm inside and loved and that was all that mattered. Perhaps the parasocial relationships did go two ways, but was that really such a bad thing?

Mong: Chris, what was that announcement you were going to make? Since most of the regulars are here now~

“Oh, right!” Chan said, grinning wide at the camera. “You guys have given me so much, and I want to give back in one of the few ways I’m able to. I would like to host a private video call with my seven top subscribers, because seven is the lucky number… It seemed fitting! Only the seven winners will be allowed into the stream that day, and if you want to you can turn your mic and/or camera on to make it proper two-way conversation for once! Those who top my subscriber leaderboard Friday at 8PM will receive a link to the video call!”

J.One: O my god
*J.One has donated $250*
*SpearB has donated $250*
*Lee Know has donated $500*
Mong: show-off
*Mong has donated $1000*
Lee Know: ???

“Right! I see we’re all very excited, I’m glad,” Chan said when the little chime for donations kept pinging, exactly as he’d intended when he’d come up with the idea of a private stream. “Let’s watch that movie now, I was thinking Deadpool!”

I.N: We’ve watched Deadpool four times already
Phoenix: A fifth time won’t hurt
Prince: Anything for Chris
*Prince has donated $250*

The stream continued as usual from that point on, Chan focused on the movie and playing up his reactions for the crowd. He shared his thoughts, chatting with the viewers and swooned over Ryan Reynolds, unstill his eyes started to droop and he slowly drifted off. He was notoriously insomniac, but something about the streams got his brain distracted enough from his usual thoughts that he was able to fall asleep. He’d long since gotten used to this as well, some of the viewers enjoyed watching him sleep and if Chan could get paid to sleep he wasn’t going to say no to that. He’d figured out how to set a timer to turn the stream off after an hour of inactivity, so he could nap in peace.

The rest of the week passed by in a blur, and soon enough Friday evening hit, and he was more than pleased to see the same seven men top the list of subscribers. Chan felt slightly bad about his obvious favouritism, but he was aggressively gay and had taken a liking to the seven men after spending so much time chatting during streams, so he felt a little giddy that it was them. They’d donated an obscene amount of money, enough to pay for his entire trip and then some, so most likely they were wrinkly, old, CEO’s, but Chan was still happy to actually get to know them.

He’d quickly sent all seven of them a private message with an invitation to a video call and another reminder it was up to them whether they wanted to use their camera or microphone and that Chan would be there at 8PM.

Chan could barely sleep that night, body filled with jittery nerves, wondering how different the streaming experience would be when he got active feedback. In chat, he could ignore messages, pretend he hadn’t seen them, if he didn’t feel like responding to them, but that was different with mics and perhaps even video. The seven men had never been the ones to make uncomfortable remarks in chat though, they’d been nothing but respectful towards him. So, most of all, he was excited to meet the men, wondering what kind of people had enough money spare to splurge on Chan.

After dinner he started getting ready. He took a long bath, shaving his entire body and stretching himself in advance before slipping a plug in so he’d be prepared for anything the men might ask of him. He wanted to genuinely reward the men for donating so generously, so he really planned to put on the best show possible. He slipped on some lace boxers which Phoenix had sent to his PO box recently, knowing the man would get a kick out of seeing it on him, and then got comfortable on his bed after setting up the camera.

Showtime.

He waited until all seven of them were in the lobby of the video call before admitting them, smiling as other participants popped into view. Some had their cameras off, some were wearing masks, and some had their cameras pointed down, all hiding their identity for now. It was clear they were being cautious about this, and it honestly made Chan feel better that they were being responsible and at least checking out how trustworthy the other men were before exposing themselves.

Chan actually choked on his own saliva when SpearB’s camera turned on though, pointed at the most perfect chest he’d ever seen. A chest which put his own to shame, and which definitely wasn’t the one of the seventy year old man. In fact, from what he could see all of them looked his age, which was an unexpected but pleasant surprise.

“Hey Chris, how’re you?” Came the deepest, most sultry voice he’d ever heard. The voice came from Phoenix, who had his camera turned off, and right away Chan realised that he knew that voice. “F-Felix?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

“I should’ve turned my voice mod on,” Felix said after mumbling some profanities.

“Fuck, sorry, I shouldn’t expose you like that. Fuck, I’m sorry- It’s just, your voice,” Chan stammered, ears red and looking rightfully embarrassed. His inner fanboy had jumped out because that was the legendary League of Legends pro and streamer Felix, who had an extremely recognisable voice. “Perhaps we should sign an NDA? I’m sorry about this. If everyone agrees we can make this a verbal agreement to not speak of or share anything from this video call, and we can make it formal afterwards. Or we can move the call and draft up the documents first.”

“I’m fine with the verbal agreement,” Mong spoke with a shrug. “Considering we all appear to be young and able to spend money like this I suspect we all have something to lose by getting exposed. Bet we’re all public figures in some way, either in entertainment, business life or heirs. Since Felix already got exposed I’m fine doing the same,” he said, tugging off his mask to reveal a well-known K-drama actor. “Hi, I’m Seungmin.”

SpearB’s camera got lifted up next, followed by J.One’s. “I’m Changbin.”

“And I’m Jisung, we’re colleagues actually. I told Changbin about you.”

“You two know each other?” Felix gasped, now giving up pretences and camera turned on as well, while Chan sat there with his jaw on the floor because he knew Jisung and Changbin. They were rappers and producers in his dream company. He listened to their soundcloud stuff all the time, they were role models, they were what he aspired to be.

“I can’t believe this, you’re all- YOU.. why- why me?” He gasped out after Lee Know revealed himself to be famous choreographer Minho, Prince was the k-pop idol Hyunjin (who also knew Minho) and I.N was a fashion designer named Jeongin. “I’m just me, a simple guy who fucks himself on camera and you’re you. You all look better than me and-”

Minho instantly looked at the camera scoldingly. “Take that back.”

“W-what?”

“You’re beautiful. We all ended up for your personality but we all came here initially for your looks, Chris.”

“Uhm, Chan. It’s Chan… if you’re all exposing yourselves it’s only fair I do so too. This- I’m sorry, this is not at all how I expected this call to go.”

“How did you expect it to go then?” Jeongin asked curiously.

“I was expecting to be riding a dildo while being ordered around by wrinkly old men, to be honest. Not to be met with seven of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. I’d be grinding on you all in a heartbeat if I met you at a club.”

“Oh doll, the things I’d do to you if I met you at the club,” Seungmin replied with barely concealed lust in his voice.

“Oh… really… what’d you do to me, sir?” Chan asked sweetly, finding confidence in what he was familiar with. He knew exactly what made each of the seven men tick at this point, and he knew how Seungmin liked to be addressed.

“I’d let you do your cute little grinding, get you all riled up, and then I’d take you to the bathroom, push you down to your knees and fuck your face in a bathroom stall.”

“The bathroom? Really? Nasty,” Hyunjin commented with a grimace. “You deserve better, I’d take you to a hotel baby, tie you to the bed and have my way with you.”

“Why not both? Fuck my throat in the bathroom, then take me home to fuck me properly. I’ll take all of you, run a train on me, I don’t care.”

“Fuck,” Jeongin choked out, clearly imagining the scene. “You could take that?”

“You know I can, you’ve seen me take dildos of all sizes, and sometimes I wear plugs all day because I enjoy feeling full. I’m wearing one right now actually.”

“Show us,” Changbin said in a breathy whisper, hand sliding down his chest to disappear off camera.

Chan knelt up on the bed, taking a moment to show off the lace boxers, delighted to be able to actually see Felix’s reaction now instead of just reading it in chat. Felix let out a little gasp when he recognised it to be the one he’d sent, eyes darkening and biting his bottom lip. “It looks so good on you, baby. The black lace suits you.”

“Of course it does, you have good taste, Felix,” Chan replied with a wink. “You’re not the only one though, the plug itself was another gift from someone with good taste,” Chan said, turning his ass to the camera and bending over so a crystal heart-shaped plug could be seen through the lace. “Do you like it, Hyunjin?”

“Yes,” Hyunjin breathed out. “Show me better, take the underwear off.”

“Can I, Felix?” Chan asked sweetly, looking over his shoulder and batting his eyelashes at the camera.

“Yes baby, go ahead,” Felix said, and Chan wasted no time sliding the delicate lace off him, though still being careful not to tear it. He appreciated all the gifts he received, and always treated them with the respect they deserved, even if it was a sex toy.

Chan bent over again, putting the sparkly toy on full display, and he felt his chest swell with pride and confidence at the string of profanities he could hear being whispered by more than one person. He loved knowing he had an effect on people, he happily basked in the attention. “Does it look good? Does it make me look pretty?”

“The prettiest, fuck,” Changin mumbled, hand sliding down lower to stroke himself when suddenly his eyes widened as he remembered it wasn’t just Chan on camera this time, it was himself as well. “I’ll turn my cam off, wait-”

“No!” Felix replied, a little too eager to not be suspicious. “Uhm, I mean… I don’t mind. Obviously we’re all into watching, considering we watch a camboy and, uhm, you’re really hot?” Felix mumbled, blush staining his freckled cheeks. “Turn it off if you’re not comfortable with it of course! But, yeah, I don’t mind watching… any of you guys, really,” he added, and was met with a chorus of agreement from the other guys.

“This call is gonna be the death of me,” Changbin groaned, leaving his camera on as requested, but for now keeping it pointed at his face and chest. “Can we focus back on Chan please? His ass is looking extra juicy today.”

“I just moisturised it!” Chan replied cheerfully, wiggling his hips to make his ass bounce on camera. “Glad you like it, Binnie~”. Chan let out a giggle at the choked up noise Changbin let out at the nickname, thoroughly enjoying how easy he was to rile up. He could definitely have fun with that.

“What do you guys want me to do? This is your night, we can do anything we like.”

“Want to watch you fuck yourself baby,” Minho replied, to which the others nodded enthusiastically.

“With that black dildo,” Jisung added.

“That ribbed one?” Jeongin chimed in, and Jisung grinned wide and nodded. “I love that one, it makes him so vocal.”

“Use our names when you talk to us,” Seungmin said next. “None of those generic endearments you usually use, this one’s for us,” he added, tone possessive.

“Hmm, you like it when I say your name, Seungmin? I thought you preferred to be called Sir,” Chan said, noting the sharp intake of breath coming from Seungmin and eating it all up. He enjoyed giving his cam shows, but it was so nice to get instant feedback for once. Usually, he could only see the reactions the men wanted him to see by typing it in the chat, but now he could see everything. He could see the way Seungmin reacted to being called sir, he could see the way Changbin’s eyes got lidded when Felix praised his looks, and he could see the hands moving down to their laps when he bent over again and started playing with the plug.

Chan fucked the plug in and out of himself, and relished every gasp and whimper and slick noise coming from his computer screen. Chan had been busy with work and sexually satisfied through his streams, so he hadn’t bothered dating or even having a one-night-stand since he started camming, but it was at this point that he realised how much he missed having a partner, how much he missed getting that direct feedback and praise. It was addicting, at every noise he pulled out of the men he craved another, louder reaction. So he went harder, switching the plug for the requested dildo and fucking himself enthusiastically in no time at all.

“Need you… wish it was you,” Chan whined needily.

“Who… who do you wish it was?” Seungmin replied, jerking himself off in time with Chan’s thrusts.

“All- all of you. One after the other. Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix, Jisung, Seungmin, Jeongin… all of you, fuck me, please, please, please, I need it,” Chan cried out, tears stinging in his eyes. It felt so good, he knew just how to touch himself to make himself feel good, but with every thrust of the dildo that deep longing for a partner to do it to him instead grew stronger. “Partner with me- please- on stream, you can wear a mask, just… I need you- need you to fuck me, please-” Chan babbled, only half realising the things he was saying, but whole-heartedly meaning them anyway.

“Fuck, baby, don’t mess with me like that,” Jisung moaned out, approaching his high from the mere thought of actually getting to touch Chan. “Because I’ll do it, fuck, I swear I’ll do it.”

“I’m not joking, please, need you so bad, Sungie, don’t you want me? Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes, yes, baby, gonna make you feel so good.” Jisung drew in a sharp gasp, hand hidden beneath the view of his camera but no mistaking the look on his face and the cum spurting up to his chest. He slumped back in his chair, breathing hard, and Chan could tell that for a split second all eyes were on Jisung instead of on him. This was by far the weirdest stream he’d done, it was quite obvious at this point that while Chan was the connecting factor they were all interested in each other, and honestly it only served to make Chan more excited. Perhaps he could actually get an orgy out of this at some point, which was something he’d dreamed about for years. He’d just never found a group of people he trusted and felt comfortable with to that extent.

“You’re not allowed to cum before all of us have,” Seungmin said then, which was met by a loud whine from Chan because he was so close already and that was torture. “No whining, be a good boy. You can wait,” Seungmin said, and the dominant tone sent shivers down Chan’s spine, hitting so much harder in person than it did in chat. It made him focus on fighting the orgasm, because he really did want to be good for him.

“Good… ‘m good, good boy,” Chan whined in a high-pitched tone, even more turned on from all the lewd slick noises of the men jerking off. “Want you to be here, want you all to be here. Need you so bad.”

“I wish I was, baby. My cock is bigger than that dildo though, I don’t know if you could take it,” Minho replied, to which Chan instantly cried out in reply that he could, he definitely could! He’d make it fit.

“Would you let me tie you up if I were there?” Hyunjin asked, and Chan nodded so hard it nearly made him dizzy.

“I’d let you do anything.”

“That’s dangerous promises you’re making,” Hyunjin replied, and Chan glanced over his shoulder at his monitor with the intention of flashing Hyunjin a lewd smirk, but he quickly realised that was a fatal mistake, because at this point both Hyunjin and Changbin had their cameras pointed down at the crotch. Changbin’s cock was on the short side, but as thick as his chest, perfectly proportioned for his body. Hyunjin was the complete opposite, lithe but ridiculously long, just like him.

He could imagine the two of them pounding into him, one after the other, stretching him in every way possible with their combined length and girth, and when he finally tore his eyes from Changbin and Hyunjin to catch Felix coming with a moan so deep it was a downright growl, there was no stopping his orgasm anymore. “Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried out, because he really did want to be a good boy, but he couldn’t stop the orgasm from crashing into him like a wrecking ball.

Chan came untouched, so hard his vision went white for a second, to the point where he missed the snowball effect of his orgasm with the remaining men all coming within a few strokes of Chan’s orgasm. When he did finally find the strength to pull the dildo out of his ass, taking a moment to show off his gaping hole before turning to face the camera, he was met with the sight of seven debauched looking men with cum stains on clothes and bare chests. It was one of the best sights Chan had ever witnessed.

“Fuck… That was amazing. Best orgasm I’ve had in a long time,” Chan said with a dopey smile. “Thank you~”

“No, thank you,” Felix replied, smiling so bright it reminded Chan of the sun itself. He should not be catching feelings for his kind-of-sugar-daddies after one video call but god they were handsome. “Being able to openly communicate with you like this was everything I dreamed of and more. I’m really happy to have met all of you.”

“I’m very happy to have met you too!” Chan replied. “Actually, I was thinking we could keep this chatroom to keep in touch? I know you’re my viewers so I don’t wanna be a creep but I’d love to talk more often without a massive audience watching.”

“I can’t believe you think you’re the creep to ask to stay in touch when we’re the ones paying to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo,” Jeongin replied with a snort of amusement. “I’d love to stay in touch, in fact, I was wondering if I could design you an outfit, Hyunjin? Your visuals really suit my style.”

“I’d love that!” Hyunjin replied enthusiastically, the group starting to discuss fashion like half of them weren’t naked and covered in cum still. It was impressive to Chan how there was zero awkwardness despite them all just having watched each other get off, and it made him think there was genuine potential for friendship. Was befriending your sugar daddies a socially acceptable thing?

They actually kept chatting until the dried cum started feeling too uncomfortable, but even after ending the call and cleaning up the chat kept going.

Jisung: Were you being serious, Chan?
Jisung: About partnering
Jisung: Because I was
Jisung: I’d do it

The message gave Chan pause for a second or two. He’d said it in the heat of the moment, but the more he thought about it the more he realised that he’d meant it, that he felt comfortable with these men and wouldn’t be opposed to actually meeting up with them and to partner with them on stream. His viewers had requested several times for him to do a stream with a partner sometimes, so why not give them what they wanted?

Chan: Yeah
Chan: I was being serious

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All seven of the men agreed that if they could conceal their identity they were more than willing to help out Chan with his streams. They brainstormed back and forth, until they came up with the perfect plan: Chan’s dream streams. A series of videos where they would help Chan tick sexual fantasies off his bucket list. It gave the series a purpose, somewhat of a personal storyline instead of just ‘watch Chris get dicked down by a different man each week’, which suited his brand.

Chan had sent a list of fantasies to the group chat, and then in what Chan thought was an exceptionally cruel move they each picked one and told each other which one they’d chosen but not him. To keep Chan’s reactions as genuine as possible they’d decided they would be the ones fulfilling the fantasies, and Chan was going to have to roll with what they threw at him.

Chan had tried to arrange for the men to get 50% of the profits of these videos, but they’d staunchly refused and told him to stop being dumb and that they’d pay to participate in the project.

They’d all chosen from Chan’s preassigned list, with only minor adjustments made to make it personal, and they’d extensively discussed safewords and safety systems for either party to tap out at any point, so Chan trusted them. They’d all met up for dinner a few times despite their busy clashing schedules as well so they could all get a real-life feel for each other and still back out if it didn’t feel good. During those dinners they discussed everyone’s do’s and don’ts, and compared everyone’s results from one of those kink tests so they got a feel for what they were all into.

It felt good though. It felt good to the point where a worryingly large swarm of butterflies had taken residence in Chan’s stomach, which only served to make him more excited for Minho’s upcoming visit. They agreed that instead of live streams they’d record videos so they could edit out any identity slip-ups, and Minho was scheduled to visit him to record the first video together that day.

Minho had given him no instructions, had only asked him for his clothing size and said he’d handle the rest, which made Chan giddy with excitement. He wondered which of the fantasies Minho could’ve chosen which required clothing sizes… perhaps roleplay, or the one where he wanted to wear a skirt, or the one with elaborate lingerie. The list Chan had supplied them with was extensive, it wasn’t like he’d given them 10 fantasies and told them to pick seven of them, so it could be anything really.

Chan went through the same ritual of shaving, bathing and putting a plug in as he’d done for the stream, just to be prepared, even if Minho hadn’t instructed him to prep himself. If Minho was going to surprise him, it was only fair Chan was allowed to have some tricks up his sleeve as well.

When the doorbell rang Chan assumed that it meant that Minho was early, but instead he was met by a mail delivery man handing him a package. Chan curiously opened the package to find an outfit with a note resting on top of it, telling him to get dressed in the outfit and meet Minho at the location written on the bottom of the note. Chan blushed when he tugged the clothes out of the box and discovered them to be a school uniform much like the one he’d worn in high school. Roleplay it was then.

Chan was turned on from the mere thought of Minho roleplaying as his professor. It was one of those forbidden fantasies which he wouldn’t be into in real life at all, but the fantasy of it had him clenching around the plug as he quickly changed into the school uniform. He took some time to make sure it was on properly, with the tie fastened correctly and his hair styled neatly, before grabbing a taxi to the address written on the note.

He was surprised when they pulled up at a large movie studio, the kind where you could rent a room and use it to record. Had Minho really staged a whole set for them to record one video? He knew the men were well-off, but it still made his heart skip a beat to have people spend money on him, it just wasn’t something he was used to.

He had to make sure to keep reminding himself they were just doing it because they wanted to fuck him, not as some grand romantic gesture. “Don’t catch feels Chan, it’s not a date,” he mumbled to himself as he entered the building and made his way over to the studio number mentioned on the note.

When he reached the studio he found the door closed, with a light blinking above it indicating that recording was in progress. So, just to be sure Chan straightened his outfit and tried to channel his inner student so he could enter in character. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

He felt nervous as he stood there, not knowing what to expect, looking every bit like the anxious student he was supposed to be portraying. Usually, he was the one planning out his streams, and while he’d take viewer suggestions he’d usually at least know if he was gonna just hang out of jerk off or fuck himself. Now, he knew nothing, but the thought of finally being touched by someone other than himself, in whatever way, had him buzzing with excitement.

“Come in,” came the short reply, from a voice that was definitely Minho’s.

“Hello sir,” Chan said as he entered. “You asked me to come over after class?”

“Ah, Chris. Yes, please, take a seat,” Minho replied, pointing at the seat opposite his desk and confirming to Chan that yes, they were definitely in character already. When Chan sat down he noticed the camera positioned behind Minho’s desk, positioned so it’d record Minho’s back while he was sitting at his desk and so his face wouldn’t be in view while standing. The viewfinder was turned towards them so they could occasionally check to make sure Chan was properly in view while Minho’s face wasn’t. He really had prepared everything perfectly, Chan was thoroughly impressed.

“What did you want to see me for, sir?” Chan asked, actually feeling a little nervous as if it wasn’t just roleplay. The entire set was too realistic to not remind him of his actual schooldays.

“I’m afraid we need to talk about your grades and your future, Chris,” Minho said, letting out a disappointed sigh while he slid a history test with a large failing mark written on it in red ink. “You’ve failed another test. We’ve talked about this before, Chris. If you failed another test you’d have to repeat the year, and now you have. There’s no way for you to get a passing grade for my class this year anymore.”

“No, sir, no please,” Chan replied, tone desperate as he easily slipped into his role. “I need this, I need to pass!”

“You should’ve thought of that earlier and studied harder. You were warned several times, Chris.”

“I did study! I promise, I did! Please let me retake the exam, sir, please,” he pleaded, surprising even himself by the genuine tears stinging in his eyes.

“Why would I? Why would I give you special treatment over the other students? You haven’t done anything to deserve so.”

“Sir, please, you don’t understand,” Chan replied, moving out of his seat to stand beside Minho and drop to his knees. “I’ll do anything.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Minho snapped back, standing up so he could face Chan without his face being in the camera frame. “Get up.”

“Sir, please, no one will have to know. I’ve seen the way you look at me in class,” Chan replied desperately, raising his hands to fumble with the belt on Minho’s slacks, unbuckling it in desperation. “Please?”

“Chris, stop, this is unacceptable, I’ll get fired.”

“Not if we don’t tell anyone. Please, sir, isn’t it what you want? I may not have much experience but I promise I’ll make you feel good,” Chan replied, blinking up at Minho innocently, fighting back a smirk when he felt Minho grow hard beneath his hands. “Please? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” he pleaded again, sliding the zipper down slow enough for Minho to stop him if he really wanted to.

“Of course I think you’re pretty, you’re fucking gorgeous, but it’s wrong, Chris. You- We- shouldn’t. We shouldn’t be doing this, I can’t take your innocence just because you wanted a better grade.”

“What if I want it too? It’s not just about the grade… perhaps the grade is just a convenient excuse. I want you, sir. I’ve wanted you from the day I walked into this classroom and saw your thighs in those slacks.”

“Chris,” Minho snapped, his fingers finding its way in Chan’s curls. “You can’t talk to your professor like that.”

“That’s okay, actions speak louder than words anyway,” Chan replied, grinning up at Minho before promptly sliding his underwear down just far enough to pull Minho’s cock out. “Oh, sir, you’re so big,” he whispered, reverently wrapping his hand around the hard length and giving it a few dry strokes. It looked even better in real life than the glimpses he’d caught of it during their video call. Chan’s mouth was salivating just looking at it.

“I told you to stop talking to me like that, Chris,” Minho growled out, frozen on the spot from apparent indecisiveness on whether he should give in to his desires or shove Chan off of him.

“Why don’t you shut me up then, sir?” Chan asked sweetly, opening his mouth and letting his jaw hang slack with his tongue sticking out in a clear invitation.

“Fine, fuck, okay,” Minho said through clenched teeth, tightening his fingers in Chan’s curls to keep his head in place as he started feeding his cock into Chan’s mouth. “Take it then, you dumb slut. Maybe this is something you can do.”

Now, Chan had a notoriously intense praise kink, so he didn’t think degradation would do it for him, but there was no denying the way Minho’s words went straight to his cock and all he could think about was Minho bending him over his desk and using him. It probably came with being in character like this, with it actually fitting the scene, but either way he was really into it right now.

Chan relaxed his throat so Minho could slide right in, a trick he’d picked up from blowing enough dildo’s on stream. Minho gasped out and choked out a deep moan, obviously not having expected Chan to deepthroat him right away. “Maybe you aren’t useless after all.”

Chan just hummed around Minho’s cock, tightening his throat around it before grabbing Minho’s thighs and tugging them towards him, giving him silent permission to fuck his throat. Minho happily took the invitation, keeping one hand locked into Chan’s curls and placing the other one at the back of his head to keep his head still as he started fucking into Chan’s mouth.

Chan worked hard despite his limited mobility, hands roaming to tug Minho’s slacks down to his knees (because it was a crime not to have those thighs on screen) and massaging Minho’s balls. When his hand roamed further to stimulate Minho’s perineum Minho abruptly pulled Chan off him by his hair, tugging him back up and bending him chest-down over his desk. “I’ll come down your ass, not your throat.”

They’d all agreed to get tested before recording these videos, and when they all came up clean they’d decided not to use condoms. Chan enjoyed getting dirty, and the viewers would prefer watching it without condoms, so it was a win-win for all parties involved.

Minho roughly tugged Chan’s pants down, his hands freezing when he spotted the plug nestled inside Chan’s ass. “What is this? Did you come here expecting to take my cock?” he snarled out, raising his hand and harshly letting it come back down on the flesh of Chan’s ass. “Or was this for someone else? Filthy slut.”

Chan flinched at getting spanked, looking over his shoulder and pouting at Minho. “No, no, sir. For you, it’s for you! I told you, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. I’m always prepared for it.”

“Are you implying you wear a plug to all my classes?” Minho said, tugging the plug out in one go and taking a moment to admire Chan’s gaping hole. He fetched a bottle of lube from a drawer of the desk and poured it onto Chan’s hole, not bothering to warm it up. “No wonder your grades are terrible.”

“I’m sorry sir, I just wanted you so bad!” Chan whined, tears trailing down his cheeks. “Please, sir, fuck me. Make me yours.”

“Oh, you sweet thing, don’t you know you’re already mine?” Minho smiled, running his thumb along Chan’s cheek to wipe the tears, then popping the thumb in his mouth to taste his tears. “From the moment you got on your knees you were mine. Because you might whore yourself into a passing grade for this test, but there will be many more~”

“Anytime sir, use me anytime you want,” Chan replied, and when Minho suddenly thrust his cock into Chan’s ass Chan cried out so loud that Minho had to clamp a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up,” Minho hissed, removing the hand from Chan’s mouth and quickly using it to grab Chan’s tie and shove it into his mouth. “Are you trying to get me fired? Bite down on that to keep yourself from moaning like the slut you are.”

Chan bit down instantly, the tie muffling his moans as Minho started properly fucking into him. The thing was, as a camboy Chan was obviously not some innocent virgin, but he actually didn’t have that much experience in real life. He’d been too focused on studying and work to spend time dating. He’d genuinely never been fucked this good before, and he didn’t know how to control his limbs with how Minho was making him feel. He flailed around trying to grab something to hold onto, knocking several items off Minho’s desk in the process which loudly clattered to the floor.

“I said, shut. up,” Minho said, raising his voice and spanking Chan again, hard enough to leave a bright red mark on his right ass cheek. “Stay still. Stay quiet. Just be a good boy and take it.”

“Ywessir,” Chan said, muffled around the tie shoved into his mouth. His hands had found purchase on the edge of the desk, his fingers clamping around it as Minho pounded into him without mercy. Minho might have demanded Chan to be quiet, but there was nothing quiet about the sound of skin slapping together, the snapping noise echoing through the fake classroom in a pornographic way.

For a moment Chan wondered if the set was soundproof and if shooting pornographic material was allowed or if they’d potentially get in trouble for it, but he didn’t have much time to linger on his thoughts because Minho grabbed his hips and moved them slightly and suddenly he was pounding right into Chan’s prostate.

Chan was anything but silent at this point, the tie only slightly muffling his moans, drool dripping down his chin which were joined by tears trailing from the corner of his eyes. He looked more obscenely fucked out than he’d ever done before on cam, he knew he did, and he also knew the viewers were going to love it. Perhaps he should ask Minho to become a regular guest, for both his and his viewers' enjoyment.

“Beg for it,” Minho said then, tugging the tie back out of Chan’s mouth. “Beg for my cum and I might raise your grade.”

“Please, please, please,” Chan instantly begged without an ounce of shame in his body. In his body, the line between acting and feeling was starting to blur, he really did feel like that student with everything on the line and his begging was genuine. He vaguely registered it was probably some form of subspace but he trusted Minho to take care of him. They’d discussed every possible outcome in detail during their dinner meetings, so he couldn’t find it in him to worry. Instead he just whined, squirmed and sobbed until Minho thrust in so hard that the entire desk moved forward an inch or two and then stilled as he released into Chan’s ass.

“Guess you’re not useless after all,” Minho spoke, grabbing a pen while still buried deep down Chan’s ass and changing the failing mark on the test to a passing one. Then, he pulled out and walked out of view, leaving Chan’s gaping hole with cum dripping out of it in full view as he pretended to leave the classroom and leave Chan unsatisfied and alone. For a moment, Chan was worried Minho was actually leaving him like this, but the moment Minho deemed the viewers had enough of a view he returned and turned the camera off.

“Good boy, you were so good for me,” Minho spoke then, and the praise washed over Chan like a warm blanket. “Let me take care of you now, baby,” Minho said, grabbing some wet wipes from the desk drawer and gently cleaning Chan before sitting down in the desk chair and tugging Chan into his lap. “So good, such a perfect, good boy for me. You did great,” he continued praising as he took Chan’s cock in hand and started jerking him off to make him finish as well. “Can I kiss you, baby?”

“Yes,” Chan moaned, not even waiting for Minho to take the initiative and surging forward to let his lips crash into Minho’s. Kissing was dangerous territory when it came to the whole ‘not catching feels for his sugar daddies’, but Chan couldn’t find it in him to care when it felt so right. Minho had him coming in a matter of minutes, and then took the time to gently clean Chan up again while Chan sat boneless on his lap. He pulled a bottle of water from that magic desk drawer of his (just how prepared was he?) and made Chan drink some water before tugging him back into his arms. Minho happily just held him, giving Chan all the time and affection he needed to properly return to the world of the living.

“Hey Chan,” Minho replied when Chan finally started showing signs of life again. “How are you feeling?”

“Perfect,” Chan mumbled, words still slurred ever so slightly. “Best fuck in my entire life.”

“I’m happy to hear that, you made all of my dreams come true as well,” Minho replied, grinning brightly. “You seem a little too out of it for me to comfortably send you on your way home, and I don’t wanna invade your privacy by taking you to your home myself, so - you can say no of course - but I’d like to take you over to a hotel to get you a proper bath and some sleep. Would you be okay with that? If not I can call you a taxi.”

And theoretically Chan knew this was more dangerous territory, but there was no way he was going to decline being babied some more, probably in a luxury hotel he could never go to on his own. It was just part of the job, no feelings involved. Right? “Yeah… yeah, I’d be okay with that.”

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Chan: Minho, are you ready?
Chan: I'm about to upload the video and I'll do a 'just chatting' live stream tonight to promote it

Jisung: I can’t wait to watch professor Lee in action
Felix: Didn’t he
Felix: practise his character
Felix: on you?
Jisung: What?
Jisung: How did you know???
Felix: I was
Felix: just guessing
Felix: but thanks
Felix: for confirming
Hyunjin: oohhhhhh, they fuck
Minho: Why do you type like that?
Minho: Can you not string more than two words together at a time?
Hyunjin: Hello professor~
Minho: No.
Seungmin: I’m getting you something express delivered, Chan

Chan: Oh?

Seungmin: You can wear it on the stream to tease people for your video with me ;)

Chan: Okay!!

Hyunjin: But I’m next??
Seungmin: Yeah, but yours can’t be teased as well
Hyunjin: Fair enough
Hyunjin: Speaking of though, I know it’s gonna take more time and I’d happily compensate for the extra editing time, but can you edit the video to blur my face and change my voice? I don’t want my vision impaired by a mask for my subject, and there’s no way for me to stay out of the frame… and as an idol too many people know my voice
Chan: Of course, and no way am I letting you pay me for it. We’re gonna need the voice mod for Felix as well anyway~

That evening Chan spent the entire night blushing bright red from the leather collar which sat tightly around his neck, courtesy of Seungmin. It had a little metal tag with his name on it swinging from the bottom of it which made a sound each time he moved. It was clear enough which fantasy he'd picked off the bucket list, and it had Chan so distracted he'd nearly forget he still had a video to film with Hyunjin first.

The news of the series of videos had been received very well though, and by the time his stream - another date night movie watching one - ended, access to the video had already been purchased a couple hundred times. He was making bank off the best fuck of his life, so Chan was rightfully giddy with excitement. Perhaps if the other videos did just as well he could buy new recording equipment for his home studio soon.

Changbin: I’ve watched the video six times already
Changbin: that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen
Minho: It’s only been out for two hours and Chan was streaming and the video is 30 minutes
Changbin: I watched it on x2 speed a few times just so I could watch it more often
Changbin: And I multitasked
Seungmin: wow
Seungmin: we were watching Howl’s moving castle
Seungmin: a wholesome movie
Seungmin: and you jerked off to it
Changbin: Excuse me, I jerked off to Chan and Minho
Seungmin: with granny Sophie in the background
Changbin: shut up

Chan felt giddy with excitement again when the messages came pouring in from the group chat, glad that none of them were scared off and backing out after actually seeing a finished video.

Felix: I’m jealous now
Felix: Hyunjin
Felix: do you wanna
Felix: trade turns
Felix: with me?
Hyunjin: lol no
Hyunjin: See you tomorrow Chan ;)

His time with Minho had been a dream, right from the start till the moment Chan had left Minho’s hotel room well into the afternoon the following day. Minho had been insistent on coddling him after their video, he’d bathed him and cooked for him and then he’d held him throughout the night. In the morning, they’d kissed and fucked again, this time without any roleplay, even if no cameras had been rolling.

Boundaries had been crossed, Chan was well aware of this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care when it’d felt so right. He didn’t feel like a prostitute, even though Minho had technically paid to get to know him, but even if he was he just… didn’t care. He just wanted to be happy and enjoy life as much as he could, and if being Minho’s official sugar baby helped him accomplish that then so be it.

Minho had shown no jealousy or sudden possessiveness about the upcoming videos with other men, which further served to comfort Chan. Even if something was happening between them at least Minho was aware of and accepted that Chan enjoyed streaming at this point and wasn’t doing it just for the money anymore.

For most of the day, Chan couldn’t focus again, because he was too excited and nervous about filming with Hyunjin. The man was an idol, Chan had binged most of his content, and Chan now knew he could move his hips like no other. Hyunjin was an artist. Hyunjin was a demon. Chan was terrified in the best way possible. He could barely wait to see what Hyunjin had in store for him, so when he finally texted it came as a relief to Chan.

Hyunjin: Would you be comfortable coming to my house? If not I'll get us a hotel like Minho did
Chan: I'm fine with coming to yours, I trust you!
Hyunjin: Also, don't prep. I know you were naughty with Minho and disregarded his instructions but we won't be doing anything sexual, unless you specifically ask for it, not for a first time
Chan: isn't everything on the list sexual?
Hyunjin: Sensual, yes. Sexual, not necessarily
Hyunjin: This will be introductory and educational, if you're into it we can take it further next time
Chan: Already planning the next time huh 😏
Chan: I wonder what subject you picked now
Hyunjin: Come over and find out~
Chan: On my way

The texts had confused Chan, since he really had thought everything on his list was sexual. Perhaps he even felt a little disappointed, since he’d been looking forward to getting railed by Hyunjin. But, most of all, he was curious, so he made it to the address Hyunjin had texted him in record time.

He’d covered himself up with a hoodie and mask, just to be sure. He hadn’t ever been recognised on the streets since his content was so niche, but he knew ‘camboy spotted outside idol’s apartment’ could be career-ruining so he wasn’t going to be taking any risks. Once he’d made it past security at the reception he made his way up to Hyunjin’s apartment, and he didn’t think he’d ever experienced an elevator ride that felt longer than this one - even if in reality it’d been seconds at most.

By the time he exited the elevator Hyunjin was already waiting for him though, apparently having been alerted by security that his visitor had arrived. “Hyung!” Hyunjin said cheerfully. “Come in,” he said, stepping aside so Chan could enter his apartment, and the moment he did Chan was glad he’d agreed to meet in Hyunjin’s apartment because it showed so much of his personality. There were travel pictures on the wall, string lights on the ceiling, and in front of the window was an easel with an unfinished painting on it and a messy paint-splattered tarp beneath it. “You paint?”

“Recreationally,” Hyunjin replied, smiling at Chan. “Art relaxes me after a busy period of training and promotions. Just… turning my mind off and creating something beautiful, it clears my head like no other.”

“That sounds nice… maybe I should get into art, I’ve been stressed from the internship.”

“I noticed, that’s why I chose this subject actually. It’s one I have experience in, it’s art, and I think it might benefit you. I want to help you achieve that ‘head empty’ state of mind, if you’ll let me.”

“Of course I’ll let you. I have no idea what your plan is but I told you, I trust you.”

“Good, then please undress down to your boxers and get comfortable on the floor in front of the mirror in my bedroom. The camera is already set up and recording, we’ll edit any unnecessary conversation out afterwards. For anonymity sake, please refer to me as Sir from now on.”

“Yes, sir,” Chan said with a wink, moving over to the bedroom Hyunjin had pointed at. He started shrugging off his clothes until he was left in nothing but a black lace boxer. Hyunjin had warned him the stream wouldn’t be sexual, but he still wanted to look pretty for the viewers, and he knew they went wild for the lace on him. He wondered what Hyunjin was going to do to him though… had bodypaint been part of his list?

Chan knelt down in front of the mirror, trying to get comfortable, and luckily didn’t have to wait long until Hyunjin entered the room. “Please, actually get comfortable. This is going to take a while and I don’t want your knees to hurt.”

“Yes, sir,” Chan said, moving into a more comfortable cross-legged position while Hyunjin moved to his closet to rummage around a drawer and fetch something from it… ropes? “Bondage?”

“Shibari,” Hyunjin replied, returning with a bundle of soft black rope that’d go well with Chan’s lace boxers. “I want to make you into a living piece of art, are you okay with that?”

“I- Yeah, I am.” When Chan had put bondage on his list his mind had just been on handcuffs but now, looking at the rope, he realised this was so much better. This was something he wanted to experience.

“Have you ever done this before, baby boy?”

“No, sir.”

“That’s okay, I’ll guide you through it,” Hyunjin replied, leaning over till his face was inches away from Chan. “Can I kiss you baby?”

“Yes,” Chan breathed out, closing his eyes and humming happily when Hyunjin connected their lips and proved to be as good a kisser as Minho had been. After already breaking so many boundaries with Minho he also didn't care about his initial 'no kissing' rule anymore. He was going to take all the kisses he could get.

“Good boy,” Hyunjin said with a smile when he pulled back. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable please tell me and I’ll free you, I have scissors so I can get you out in seconds if need be.”

“Do I need to take these off?” Chan asked, his fingers on the waistband of his boxers.

“No, I told you we’re not doing anything sexual tonight unless you ask for it. You will not be getting fucked today. Besides, the boxers will look good with the rope.”

“Isn’t bondage inherently sexual?” Chan asked, cocking his head curiously.

“Not necessarily. Sensual, yes. Potentially sexual, yes. BDSM, yes, but BDSM isn’t just sex. It’s dynamics, trust, art. A lot of it is psychological, not physical. We’ll be making art tonight, if you’re still up for it.”

“Yeah… yeah, I am. But won’t this be boring for you, if it’s not sexual?”

“Absolutely not, it’s relaxing. As the rigger the repetitive but precise motions are nearly meditative, and that combined with the rush of power and adrenaline from being in complete control and having the complete trust of the sub is exhilarating. And as for the rope bunny, which is you in this situation, you can just… let go. Let go of everything and focus on the constant touches and pressure on your skin. You can leave everything to me, you don’t need to make any decisions, don’t need to think, all you need to do is feel. If you can do that, I promise you’ll feel so good, but it’s also completely fine if you can’t achieve that headspace in one try. There’s no right or wrong here as long as it’s a pleasant experience for both.”

“That… actually sounds really good. I think the rope will be pretty,” Chan replied, a blush staining his cheeks.

“It will, you’ll be so pretty. If you’ll allow me, I'd love to take some pictures of you when we’re done, you can sell them too if you want.”

“I’m fine with that!”

“Okay, shall we get started then? And remember you can tell me to slow down, pause, or tap out entirely at any point. Also let me know when the rope is too tight, this isn’t my first time but I’m unfamiliar with your body so I’ll need your input as well, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you put your arms up over your head while I make a chest harness? I’m not doing anything too elaborate this time since it’s your first time. You can rest your arms on top of your head, whatever feels comfortable. I’ll tie your arms to the harness after.”

Chan nodded, lifting his arms, feeling all fuzzy inside when Hyunjin praised him and told him he was being such a good boy for him. Hyunjin started gliding soft rope along his skin, constantly leaning in and pulling away again, nudging Chan around to position him as he wrapped the rope around Chan’s chest. Chan could see what Hyunjin was doing in the mirror, but mostly he just blankly stared ahead and let it happen.

Slowly, a diamond pattern started to emerge on his chest, and Hyunjin had been right. It was beautiful. Chan looked beautiful. Then, suddenly, Hyunjin tugged on a rope and the entire harness he'd created so far tightened around him, which led to Chan letting out a breathy gasp.

“Too tight?” Hyunjin asked, immediately pausing his movement and casting Chan a worried glance.

“No, no- feels good, feels… secure?” Chan asked, tone questioning because he honestly wasn’t entirely sure how he was feeling, this was all new to him.

“Good, that’s good. You should feel secure, taken care of, like a warm blanket wrapped tightly around you,” Hyunjin said, fingers gliding along Chan’s skin again when he was certain Chan was comfortable. “Look, you look so pretty,” Hyunjin said, nodding his head at the mirror.

Chan focused on his reflection again, and couldn’t deny that he was mesmerised by what he saw. The way the ropes dug into the little fat he had made him look more curvy, his waist cinched by the rope and his chest popping from the strategically placed ropes. He’d always had a broad chest, but like this it looked like he could properly grab and squeeze them.

“There we go, can you move your arms down and put them behind your back for me, baby? You can hold your wrists or elbow, whatever’s more comfortable.”

Chan wordlessly obeyed, and Hyunjin went back to his art, fastening Chan’s arms to the harness until his torso was completely immobile. He wiggled a bit, and suddenly the realisation hit him that he was completely powerless like this, that Hyunjin could do to him whatever he wanted and Chan would barely be able to resist. If Hyunjin continued tying Chan’s legs as well then Chan would be utterly defenceless.

Surprisingly though, instead of sending him into a panic this had him growing hard in his boxers. Both the thought of Hyunjin using him as he pleased and the idea of putting his trust into someone like that turned him on immensely. There were so many seemingly conflicting feelings and he let out a little whine, unsure what he was even asking for.

“It’s overwhelming isn’t it? Do we need to slow down, baby?” Hyunjin asked gently, momentarily pausing to card his fingers through Chan’s hair.

“No… feels good,” Chan whined in reply, arms instinctively trying to move to press down on his crotch to give himself some relief but instantly being reminded of his situation by being unable to move them.

“Feeling needy, huh?” Hyunjin asked, seemingly noticing now the way Chan was squirming and hard in his boxers. “Let me finish first, and then we can take care of that if you want to. Just relax for now sweetheart, you’re doing so well.”

“Okay,” Chan mumbled, closing his eyes and letting the praise wash over him. Looking at himself in the mirror had been intense, but with his eyes closed he was able to feel everything even more strongly. He could feel every tug, every pull, every inch of the rope digging into the skin. That, combined with the constant grounding touches, praise and building arousal had him feeling lightheaded. He had no idea how much time passed, no idea what Hyunjin was doing, he just allowed himself to get nudged around as he floated in his own headspace.

Hyunjin kept talking through what he was doing and what his next move was, but the words didn’t register to Chan, they were more directed at the viewers in an educational way. Still, the gentle tone of his voice helped as a constant reminder to Chan that Hyunjin was there, that he was in safe hands, that he could relax and sink deep into subspace.

“Look at you, you did it, so beautiful,” Hyunjin mumbled softly, placing a kiss on the top of Chan’s head as he completed the finishing touches to the intricate harness. He had left Chan’s legs free, not wanting to push him too far on a first try, but his upper body was entirely immobilised. Chan’s eyes blinked open at the words, but they were glazed over and even though he was looking it was like his brain stopped processing. But again, it surprisingly didn’t worry him at all, he trusted Hyunjin to take care of him.

He still felt needy though, so he whined again, unable to vocalise what he wanted beyond just wanting.

“Can I take those pictures of you now? Neediness looks good on you~”

Chan just whined again but didn’t protest, so Hyunjin started moving around the room to grab his camera and make sure the lighting was just right. Chan was the perfect model without even trying, perfectly staying in his spot while his unfocused eyes were pointed at the camera, perfectly capturing his glazed over expression and desperation. No thoughts, head empty.

Hyunjin took pictures from the front, back and side until Chan started squirming again, clearly done with the pictures and wanting hands on him again. “Sir,” he whined desperately. “Sir, please.”

“What’s wrong baby boy? Still feeling needy?” Hyunjin said, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “Come on then, you can ride my thigh.”

Chan instantly lurched in Hyunjin’s direction, only to fall over and realise standing up with his arms tied behind his back was no easy challenge. His balance was way off, and it cost him considerable effort just to get back on his knees and awkwardly try to crawl towards Hyunjin. Once he made it to Hyunjin’s feet he let out another needy whine, pouting up at Hyunjin.

“No baby, I’m not going to help you and I’m not going to fuck you. We haven’t discussed it beforehand, in fact I specifically told you I wouldn’t and you agreed to that. You’re not in the headspace to consent right now, sweetheart. You can use my thigh to help yourself, but that’s as much as you’re going to get, and you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

Chan let out another noise of frustration, and Hyunjin smirked as he leaned back on his hands with his legs spread in invitation and watched Chan struggle. There was no denying that beside the moral objections to putting his hands on Chan he was also just enjoying watching him struggle.

Eventually though, after what felt like hours to Chan but was actually a minute at most, Chan had managed to stand up and straddle one of Hyunjin’s thighs. His skin was shining with sweat from the effort and he was already panting as he rested his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Sir, please?”

“No, do it yourself,” Hyunjin replied, flexing the thigh Chan was straddling to accentuate his words.

Again, Chan seemed to forget his own predicament, arms flexing as he tried to grab Hyunjin’s shoulders for leverage, only to be stopped again by the ropes digging into his skin. Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from laughing when Chan flopped forward again, chest pressed to Hyunjin’s as he desperately grinded his cock down on Hyunjin’s thigh.

Chan bit down on Hyunjin’s shoulder in frustrated retaliation, which earned him a sharp spank to his right thigh. “Try that again and you’re not getting my thigh anymore either,” Hyunjin said, grabbing a rope on his back and tugging on it to remind Chan who’s in charge.

“Sorry, sir,” Chan mumbled, kissing the teeth indent he’d left on Hyunjin’s shoulder, hips still moving clumsily and out of balance. The slide was dry and the lace felt like it was going to chafe but he was too high on pleasure to feel it right now, completely lost in his rutting and humping Hyunjin’s leg like a dog in heat.

“There we go, we’ll have you trained eventually like the good boy you are,” Hyunjin smiled, running his fingers through Chan’s hair before suddenly gripping it and tugging Chan into a kiss. The position was even more awkward for Chan, clenching his abdominal muscles to the max trying to keep himself upright, but he didn’t care and would happily suffer the consequences later. For now, he just wanted to explore every inch of Hyunjin’s mouth while the pleasure built up in the pit of his stomach.

He got increasingly more whiny, squirming and hips stuttering, and he could feel Hyunjin smile into the kiss. “Go one, baby, soil those pretty lace panties of yours.”

Chan didn’t need more than that, moaning out as he came inside his underwear, sticky cum seeping through the lace and onto Hyunjin’s thigh, actually making the slide more comfortable finally as he rode out his orgasm.

He slumped forward after that, whole body lax and giving up on supporting himself to the point where Hyunjin fell back with Chan on top of him. Everything after that was a bit of a blur since Chan felt like he was rolling around on clouds. "Am I a carebear? I'm walking on clouds," he mumbled, words slurred, and Chan registered a giggle but couldn't process the response.

He vaguely noticed the ropes being removed and being fed snacks and water and being led to the bathroom. By the time he regained full consciousness he was sitting naked in a bathtub, surrounded by bubbles, and Hyunjin was sitting on the side of the tub gently massaging the skin the ropes had dug into.

"Jinnie?"

"Hey carebear, you back with us?"

"Why aren’t you in the tub with me?”

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to, baby. But I can join you if you want~”

“Yes please,” Chan replied, a small pout on his lips.

Hyunjin smiled, kissing the pout off Chan’s lips before getting undressed and getting comfortable behind Chan in the tub. Chan instantly snuggled into Hyunjin’s chest, and Hyunjin happily held him for as long as Chan wanted to. “Would you like to see some pictures I took? I transferred a few of them to my phone to show you.”

“Oh, yes please,” Chan said, perking up in curiosity.

Hyunjin leaned over to grab his phone before sliding back into the tub, reaching around Chan to show him the phone. “Look, this one’s my favourite,” he said, opening a picture to show Chan.

Chan’s eyes widened as he looked at the picture, because it was stunning and it really did look like pure art. Yes, it was sensual as Hyunjin had initially described but at the same time it could be in a museum without being offensive. “Is that like what you did on me?” Chan asked, obvious awe in his voice.

“Baby, that is you,” Hyunjin replied with an amused chuckle. “You are that beautiful.”

“Wait, what?” Chang mumbled, leaning in to take a closer look and yeah- that was his own back. That was him. But he didn’t remember looking that good… and at what point had Hyunjin even gotten flowers involved? “Wow… it’s so… pretty.”

“You were. You are pretty. Did you feel pretty?”

“I did,” Chan replied, smiling and snuggling back against Hyunjin’s chest. “Can we do it again sometime? I felt pretty and so relaxed, I understand what you meant now about the meditative part.”

“Good, I’m glad you do. And of course we can do it again, I’d be honoured to.”

“Can I have a print of that picture?”

“Anything, you can have anything you ask of us. We’re all whipped for you, you know?”

Chan smiled, turning slightly to look at Hyunjin. “Can I stay for the night and have you fuck me in the morning then?”

“Fucking hell, you're going to be the death of me... but yes, you can stay as long as you want.”

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Seungmin: The hotel is booked under your name
Seungmin: Please check in and wait for me
Seungmin: I want you naked with your collar on by the time I arrive

Chan: Yes… sir?

Seungmin: Master.

Chan: Yes, master.

Seungmin: Good boy.
Seungmin: I think a POV video will work well for this, plus it’ll keep my face out of the frame

Chan: Oh, that’s a great idea!

Seungmin: Good, same as Minho consider the moment I enter to be the start of our scene then
Seungmin: But you can ask for a break at any point of course. Safeword?

Chan: Pineapple

Seungmin: Great, thank you. See you in a bit, pup.

Pup. Chan didn’t want to dwell too long on how much effect that one word already had on him. Today was going to be another interesting day, and he feared if Seungmin’s effect on him was as strong in real life as it was online he might end up with a third sort-of-sugar-daddy-maybe-boyfriend-? after his amazing nights with Minho and Hyunjin.

Yes, nights, plural, because Hyunjin had made him breakfast in bed and then they had looked at his photographs and paintings and they’d watched a movie and ordered takeout and had mindblowing sex and before they knew it so much time had passed that Chan had stayed a second night at Hyunjin’s house. Chan had stopped trying to label things and was just going with the flow at this point.

Chan felt somewhat out of place when he arrived at the hotel in his sweats and white tee, considering it was another one he could never afford to stay at himself. Since Seungmin had told him he was to be naked anyway Chan hadn’t bothered getting dressed up nice, but the fact that Seungmin would likely put him in a 5 star hotel instead of a seedy love hotel had somehow slipped Chan’s mind.

The receptionists had the decency not to comment on his appearance though, and Chan had basically dashed off, out of the public eye, the second he was handed the keycard. When he entered the room he was in for another shock, because this wasn’t just a hotel room, it was a whole suite. Chan didn’t even want to know the kind of money Seungmin had spent on him to arrange this.

Chan made his way through the suite to get a sense for the layout, until he spotted a box sitting on the (massive!) bed, addressed to him. Seungmin appeared to have it delivered to the hotel room before Chan’s arrival, and once again Chan was touched by how much time and effort every man had put into arranging their video so far.

Curiously, Chan padded over and opened the box, and the contents of it had his ears going bright red. Chan had brought the leather collar Seungmin had shipped him to use as a spoiler on his live stream, and he’d assumed that was all he’d be wearing, but inside the box were a set of grey, fluffy ears, a matching tail attached to a plug, and a bottle of lube. It was obvious enough what Seungmin wanted him to do from the assortment of items, so he quickly fetched the lube and moved to the (again, massive!) bathroom to undress and prep himself to take the tail.

He’d gone to get waxed so he’d look his best on camera, so this time he could skip the shaving and just take his time to properly clean himself - inside and out -. He used every expensive shower amenity the hotel had to offer to clean himself (he’d also snuck a few bottles of it into his bag for good measure) and then grabbed the lube to open himself up in the shower.

This was one part he’d gotten very efficient at as a camboy, something he could do in minutes without even getting too turned on by it, but today was different. The thought of doing petplay with Seungmin had his cock red, hard and leaking as he opened himself up, to the point where he considered jerking off before Seungmin would get here. He eventually decided against it though, knowing his viewers loved seeing him desperate and needy, begging for cock. The discomfort was going to be worth it to get the perfect video.

So instead he padded back over to the bed and grabbed the tail before slowly inserting it. He couldn’t stop the low moan from slipping out as he did so, just laying on the bed for a bit as he adjusted to the cold object inside of him. Then he grabbed the headband and moved to the full length mirror, chest flushing red as he caught his reflection when he put the ears on and tightened the collar around his throat. He looked good, and he was instantly overcome by the desire to be good. Be good for his master, make him proud.

He smiled at his reflection, and then returned to the bed, deciding to settle in for a nap until Seungmin arrived since they hadn’t arranged a time. He curled up at the foot of the bed, the way he imagined a dog would, and closed his eyes.

When Chan woke up again, it was with a startle and a yelp from his bare ass getting spanked. Chan’s eyes shot open, filled with tears as he pouted up at Seungmin, eyes instantly finding the camera Seungmin was holding and giving his best puppy eyes. “Master, why?”

This earned him another firm spank though, making Chan flinch forward. “The furniture is no place for a pet, I never gave you permission to sit on the bed. And dogs don’t talk. Come on now, get off,” Seungmin replied sternly, nudging Chan’s hip until Chan crawled over to the edge of the bed and let himself slide down to the floor.

“That’s better,” Seungmin said when Chan rolled over onto his back, paws neatly held in the air in front of him, begging for tummy scratches. “Good boy,” Seungmin said, crouching down beside Chan and rubbing his belly, pointedly ignoring his red and leaking cock. Chan whined, trying to buck his hips upwards, but Seungmin just tutted at him. “You need more training before you can get a reward. How about we play a game of fetch?”

“Okay!” Chan blurted out, before slapping a hand over his mouth when he saw Seungmin’s eyes narrowing. He was about to instinctively add an apology but managed to stop himself, instead letting out a sad whine that hopefully conveyed the message.

“At least you’re a quick learner,” Seungmin said with a soft sigh. “Come along then, show master you do have it in you to be good,” he said before walking backwards out of the bedroom, keeping the POV-style camera pointed at Chan. “Bark for me.”

Chan happily barked out as he followed, crawling with an extra swing in his hips to make his tail wag. The carpet was soft to the point where his knees weren’t hurting, and he wondered if it was something Seungmin had selected the hotel on or if it was a happy coincidence. Either way he was thankful for it when he realised Seungmin fully intended to use the full suite to their advantage.

Seungmin grabbed a tennis ball he’d conveniently placed on the floor outside the bedroom and showed it to Chan. “Be a good boy, fetch,” he said, before promptly throwing the ball towards the sitting area of the suite.

Chan dashed off as fast as he could on all fours, chasing after the tennis ball bouncing through the room and diving on top of it when he caught up to it. He was about to grab it with his hands when he heard another tutting noise behind him. “Your paws can’t be used like that, silly dog. Bring the ball back to me, pup.”

Chang looked confused for a second before opening his mouth wide, leaning in to bite into the ball and return to Seungmin with the ball clenched between his teeth. He dropped the ball at Seungmin’s feet and sat up on his haunches, glancing at Seungmin expectantly to see if he was a good boy now.

“Well done, such a quick learner. We’ll have you trained in no time at all,” Seungmin said, bending down to pick the ball up from the floor. “Let’s try that again,” Seungmin said, tossing the ball away from them. Chan let out a happy bark, really getting into the pup mindset at this point and running after the ball.

Initially, he’d just been acting for the camera, but little by little without even properly realising it himself he was getting lost in the carelessness of being a pet. Seungmin was taking care of him, Seungmin would make sure he was happy and safe, all he had to do was to be good for Seungmin. It felt similar to the way he’d felt with Hyunjin, but in an entirely different way. It was like the roleplay with Minho and the trust to be taken care of with Hyunjin had merged into a new thing, and Chan thought it might just be his favourite thing so far.

So the next time Seungmin threw the ball, Chan was literally chasing it in ‘head empty’ mode. He didn’t care to look attractive and seductive for the camera, happily getting lost in his play instead. Funnily enough, Seungmin would later tell him that he’d actually looked more attractive when he stopped trying and let go.

Chan followed the ball around the room, chasing its erratic pattern as it bounced on the floor, until the ball landed on top of one of the sofas, and Chan froze in front of it. He wasn’t allowed on the sofa, he was certain of that since he’d been scolded for being on the bed. He also couldn’t use his puppy paws to grab the ball. He wanted to be a good boy, but the ball was too far away to reach with his mouth. So, he sat in front of the sofa and let out a whine which was laced with genuine distress, eyes fixated on the ball laying just out of reach.

Seungmin was next to Chan in the blink of an eye when Chan let out the distressed noise, petting his hair and whispering what a good boy he was. “So well trained already, knowing you’re not allowed on the furniture. But you know what? Because you’re so good, I’m giving you permission,” Seungmin said, moving past Chan and sitting down in the middle of the sofa. “You can sit on my lap.”

Chan scrambled onto the sofa at record speed, quickly grabbing the ball with his mouth before basically belly flopping on top of Seungmin's legs. Chan looked over his shoulder at Seungmin, proudly showing the ball clenched between his teeth and nodding his head, indicating for Seungmin to take it.

“Keep it,” Seungmin said, refusing to take the ball from between teeth. He smirked when Chan let out a confused little whine, now basically gagged by the tennis ball he’s not allowed to let go of. “I want to see you drool like the dog you are.”

Chan looked distressed for a split second, but then Seungmin’s fingers found their way into the curls between Chan’s dog ears and firmly scratched his scalp and Chan instantly felt every muscle in his body relaxing. Knowing it was what Seungmin wanted anyway he decided to forgo the shame and embarrassment, letting his drool drip down freely from his mouth, down the side of the tennis ball and onto the sofa beneath him.

“What a good boy, such a pretty pup, letting your master groom you,” Seungmin praised, running his fingers through Chan’s soft curls. “So pretty I should enter you in puppy pageants, I’d bet you’d sweep all the prizes.”

Seungmin’s camera-free hand moved from being tangled in Chan’s curls to rubbing up and down Chan’s back, gliding along the bare skin as if petting him. “Who’s a good boy?”

Chan smiled around the tennis ball, wiggling with excitement at the praise and drawing attention to himself because he was, he was a good boy, he was making his master proud!

“Such a beautiful tail as well,” Seungmin said, his hand gliding further down Chan’s back and then petting his tail instead, circling his fingers around it and gliding down, lightly tugging on the plug in the process.

Chan moaned out, the sound muffled by the tennis ball, suddenly reminded of how horny he was. He was running on instinct and intuition at this point, truly lost in the pup mindset, and started enthusiastically rutting against Seungmin’s lap.

“I didn’t give you permission to hump me like a bitch in heat,” Seungmin said sternly, giving the tail a firm tug before spanking his ass sharply. Chan cried out, the ‘punishment’ only serving to turn him on more, and he wanted to tell Seungmin how much he wanted to be fucked, to beg for it, but he wasn’t allowed to and couldn’t regardless with the ball in his mouth and it was all so much. Chan felt so overwhelmed with desire and frustration that tears gathered in his eyes and mixed with drool when they started running down his face, creating even more of a mess.

“You poor thing, does it hurt?” Seungmin cooed softly, finally reaching out to grab the sticky tennis ball and take it from between Chan’s teeth, seeming to notice Chan was getting a little overwhelmed with the entire situation. “You did play fetch very well and listened to your master, perhaps you deserve a reward. Do you want master to take care of you? He can give your little puppy cock a mouth to fuck. You can use your words, pup. What’s your colour?”

It seemed to take a couple of seconds to process the world, his brain running at a sluggish pace and not quite realising Seungmin was expecting him to properly reply. “Green,” he replied softly after a while, turning his head to blink teary eyes at Seungmin pleadingly. “Want it master, please, please, please? It hurts…”

“Of course, pup,” Seungmin smiled, scratching Chan’s scalp again. “Come up, straddle my lap. You can fuck my mouth,” Seungmin said, sagging down slightly on the sofa so his mouth would be crotch-level if Chan straddled his lap and sat up on his knees. He repositioned the camera to the side, pointed at Chan to still keep his own face out of frame, since the POV style he’d been using no longer worked in this position.

Seungmin’s eyes widened when he found himself with a cock shoved down his throat when he’d barely parted his lips, Chan’s brain in petspace clearly not functioning the same careful way as Chan’s brain usually did. Seungmin didn’t mind though, it meant he had Chan right where he wanted him, acting like an actual carefree pup.

Chan leaned his hands on the back of the sofa, leaning over and rutting into Seungmin’s mouth enthusiastically, brain entirely focused on breeding the warm wet hole beneath him. His tail swung back and forth as he moved, creating friction inside of him which just made him go harder. That is, until Seungmin decided that as an actor he couldn’t entirely lose his voice and tugged Chan’s tail to get him to snap out of it and make him slow down.

Chan whined, in disappointment when Seungmin then grabbed his hip to keep him from going quite as deep, and then in pleasure when Seungmin grabbed the base of the tail and started fucking Chan with the plug.

Chan was fully in his headspace now, growling, whining and barking instead of the moaning and begging he usually did. He felt light, carefree, all worries beyond satisfying his own primal needs having evaporated. His brain was caught between this odd juxtaposition of being extremely selfish about his own needs and wanting to do anything his master asked of him. Luckily, his master let him do his thing and even helped him out by fucking him with the plug, which Chan considered as approval.

So, Chan kept fucking into Seungmin’s soft mouth and a rapid and erratic pace. He didn’t want to cum yet because it felt so good, but a larger part of his brain was thinking ‘breed, breed, breed’, even though there was no way he could breed a mouth. He was crying from pleasure at this point, completely overwhelmed by all the sensations and emotions he was experiencing, tears and drool running down his chin and creating a mess of both himself and Seungmin. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and without warning he coated the inner walls of Seungmin’s throat and mouth white while letting out a loud howl.

“Good boy,” Seungmin said when Chan pulled out, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. He had cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth down his chin and a satisfied smile on his face as he rested his head on the back of the sofa and just happily stared up at the ceiling for a good few seconds. “No need,” he mumbled when Chan slid off his lap and started pawing at his crotch, nudging Chan’s hand away again to reveal a wet spot in his pants.

Chan whined, brows furrowing, and Seungmin instantly went back to scratching his scalp like he’d done before. “I’m not rejecting you, pup. You just looked really good and was such a good boy that I came already,” he said, taking the camera back in his hand to return to the pov style of filming.

At the compliment Chan beamed with pride, smiling bigger than Seungmin had ever seen him do. Chan let out a happy barking noise and basically tackled Seungmin on his back on the sofa, the camera tilting up to the ceiling showing nothing but Chan hovering over it with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Chan crawled on top of Seungmin and licked his face in sheer exhilaration, excitement and pride. He was a good boy. He was a good boy.

“That’s foul,” Seungmin groaned, though he made absolutely no move to stop Chan from slobbering all over his face or to push him off. “You feel good now, don’t you? Happy pup?” he asked, making sure to point the camera at Chan’s face so the viewers got to see how utterly fucked out and out of it Chan looked right now.

Chan let out another happy barking noise, shoving his face into the crook of Seungmin’s neck and rubbing his cheek on it. Suddenly, he seemed to notice the ball again when looking back up, wiggling in excitement as he grabbed it with his mouth and sat up on Seungmin’s lap. He let the ball drop from his mouth, the object landing on top of Seungmin’s stomach with a wet thud and a groan from Seungmin. Chan grinned down at Seungmin expectantly, muscles tensed to set off the moment Seungmin threw it again.

“We should shower, pup,” Seungmin said, grabbing the ball and holding it out for Chan to take in his mouth again. Chan did take the ball, but then instantly dropped it back on Seungmin’s stomach, clearly preferring more play over getting cleaned up. “Pup,” Seungmin said, tone warning and giving the ball to Chan again, only for Chan to repeat the process and drop the ball on Seungmin’s stomach.

Seungmin sighed and grabbed the ball, before glancing over at the bathroom door to find it open wide. “Okay then, we’ll play. Fetch!” Seungmin said, aiming the ball at the bathroom door and throwing it right inside. Chan, stuck in his pup headspace, didn't suspect the trap at all. He happily barked because Seungmin was playing with him again and jumped off his lap to run after the ball into the bathroom.

“Got you~” Seungmin smirked, quickly closing and locking the door behind him. “It’s shower time.” He quickly shrugged off his clothes and checked if the camera was waterproof before approaching Chan, figuring that since a lot of viewers were in it for the boyfriend experience they’d appreciate the time after sex as well.

Chan whined and pouted as he realised he’d been tricked, backing away from Seungmin as he approached, only to realise - again, too late - he’d been backed right into the large walk-in shower. He glanced around him, calculating a plan of escape because he wanted to play, not bathe. Bathing was dumb, playing was fun.

It was too late to escape though, since Seungmin was blocking the way out and turned the shower on, soaking Chan instantly. “Don’t wanna! Play!” Chan whined, demonstratively crossing his arms as he pouted hard.

“Ah, pups don’t talk,” Seungmin tutted, grabbing a rubber duck he’d brought (Seungmin had prepared himself for any scenario) and holding it in front of Chan’s mouth. “You can play with this while I clean you.”

Chan pouted but bit down on the little duck anyway, eyes widening in delight when it squeaked as he chewed on the object. Chan was sufficiently distracted by the squeaky noise, no longer objecting when Seungmin stepped towards him and took his ears off. “I’m gonna take your tail out pup, it’ll get too heavy and uncomfortable wet. You can keep your collar on though.”

Now this Chan did object to, backing himself up against the shower wall to hide his tail from Seungmin, the little duck squeaking rapidly as Chan repeatedly bit down on it and growled around it threateningly (spoiler alert: chan biting down on a cute rubber duck did not, in fact, look threatening).

“You were doing so well so far,” Seungmin said with a sigh and feigned disappointment. “I guess it’s only natural for pups to act out occasionally, but don’t worry, we’ll have you trained eventually. Turn around.”

Squeak. Chan bit down on the duck again.

“Chan. Turn around. It’s an order.”

Squeak squeak.

“Chan, if you don’t turn around you’ll be punished. If you do, you’ll be allowed to sleep on the bed with me tonight.”

Now that gave Chan pause, because while he didn’t want to lose his tail, he did want to cuddle with Seungmin all night. The thought of sleeping alone on the floor when Seungmin was right there was more devastating than the thought of being without a tail for a while, so while he was still sulking he did turn around this time. He bent over, leaning against the shower tiles to present himself to Seungmin.

“Now there’s my good boy again,” Seungmin said, pausing for a moment to allow the viewers to take in the enticing sight of Chan bent over with water running down his bare skin and the tail plug hanging down.

Seungmin played with the tail for a couple of seconds, letting the wet fur glide through his fingers, before grabbing the tail by the base of the plug and pulling. He pulled it out more slowly than strictly necessary, more slowly than he would’ve done if it was just the two of them, but the way Chan’s asshole stretched around it and was left gaping and clenching around air when he removed the plug looked too good on camera not to take it slow.

“There we go, good boy, that wasn’t that bad was it?”

Somehow, Chan managed to make the next squeak from the duck sound sad, which made Seungmin chuckle and rub his fingers through his wet curls. “It’s okay pup, I’ll quickly get you cleaned up and then we can cuddle.”

Chan beamed with joy at the mention of cuddles, turning around to face Seungmin and happily let the younger man nudge him around as reposition his limbs as he washed him. Chan fully relaxed when Seungmin washed his hair and massaged his scalp, to the point where Seungmin had to hold him up because Chan’s muscles went fully lax.

“You’re heavy, pup, let’s finish up and get you to bed,” Seungmin said, washing the soap out of Chan’s hair and guiding him out of the shower and towards the toilet to sit on the closed toilet lid once he was fully clean. Seungmin selected the fluffiest towel he could find and set to work drying Chan off after quickly drying himself off. At this point Chan was just sitting neatly and letting Seungmin do it, the only sounds he was letting out being the occasional happy hum and light squeak from the rubber duck he refused to let go of.

“The duck belongs to the bathroom, pup,” Seungmin had tried at some point, but Chan had bitten down on the duck so hard it had left teeth marks in the rubber, and Seungmin decided to just let him have it. He could sleep with the duck if it made him happy.

Chan grinned around the duck at his victory, shaking his head and spraying water everywhere from his hair since Seungmin hadn’t gotten to drying it yet. “Pup!” Seungmin said scoldingly to make him stop, groaning as he dried himself off again before quickly towelling Chan’s hair dry before he could pull the same trick again.

“Come on, let’s get to bed before you get the chance to make a mess again.” Before Seungmin could even finish the words Chan was dashing off and throwing himself on top of the bed, happily rolling around and claiming the space. He’d been good and he’d showered so he was allowed on the bed, this was great.

Chan gently dropped the duck on one of the pillows before sitting up on top of the bed and looking at Seungmin expectantly, waiting for him to join.

“You want me to get in bed with you, pup?”

Chan barked happily in reply, rolling over in excitement, laying on his back and begging for belly rubs again. Seungmin happily gave in as he got on the bed, though he barely got two rubs in before Chan tackled him to the bed and curled up on top of him. Chan laid his head on Seungmin’s chest, rubbing his face on it as Seungmin smiled and played with his collar. “Look at you, what a good boy. Sweet dreams pup, we can play again in the morning,” Seungmin said, placing a kiss on Chan’s head and turning off the camera.

He’d ease Chan out of his pupspace soon, but for now he’d cherish the moment and cuddle the sweet pup some longer.

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Chan hadn’t been wrong in his expectations to end up with another sugar daddy / boyfriend after his night with Seungmin. He’d awoken incredibly relaxed the day after their recording session and had spent most of the day with Seungmin, slipping in and out of that headspace in an utterly carefree day. It was surprising how easy it came to him, how he’d be having an adult conversation one second and the next he’d be on the floor playing with a ball. He didn’t question it though, not when it was the best stress-relief tool he’d found so far, and not when Seungmin thoroughly seemed to enjoy playing with his pup off-camera as well.

It had probably been a good move of Chan to make such an extensive list and allow the men to choose the subject they wanted. It’d allowed all men to pick something that truly suited them, which really made the videos feel natural and genuine, but this one in particular he felt the strongest as something that could be a genuine part of his life. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the roleplay and the shibari, but they were purely sex things to him. This… being their pup, this he could make his lifestyle. He could be a pup with seven owners, if they’d be willing to have him.

The other men sure seemed to be of same mind, since after leaving the hotel and heading back to his own apartment to edit the video, Seungmin had sent pictures and videos of Chan in his petspace - which he hadn’t even realised had been taken - to the group chat, and each of the men had indicated their desire to adopt him.

He still had four more videos to go though, and it could still be that he didn’t vibe in real life with one of the men at all (though he highly doubted it), so until he’d had a one-on-one with them all he held off on trying to make any dynamic official. Admittedly, Chan could no longer deny he had feelings for all seven of the men at this point, but they hadn’t even broached the subject of polyamory yet, so he didn’t even know if they’d be into it. For now, he’d keep his feelings to himself and just get through the videos.

Jisung was the one who was up next, and he was the one who was truly a mystery to him. He didn’t have a clear view of what the younger man was into, nor had he given away any spoilers such as sending a collar beforehand like Seungmin had done. With Hyunjin he’d already been suspecting something artsy, and Minho had sent him the outfit which had given him an idea of what to prepare for even if it was last minute. Jisung though? Nothing. Literally nothing.

Even with zero expectation, Jisung still managed to thoroughly surprise and confuse him when Chan arrived at the location they’d agreed to meet. He’d been given the room number to a hotel again, but this one was aggressively different from the ones Minho and Seungmin had taken him. No, this was a love hotel for sure, but one he hadn’t even known existed, one for the rich and famous.

It looked nondescript from the outside, but he needed to pass through strict security to even get inside, and once he did he entered one of the most elaborate Moulin Rouge themed lobbies he’d ever seen. On any budget it would’ve looked sleazy and tacky, but on this budget it blew his mind. If it was an indication of what the rooms looked like he was in for a unique experience, depending on the theme Jisung had chosen for the room; At this point, it could be anything still.

Jisung had given him no instructions beyond that he should stretch himself this time, the hotel room number and a keycode. He’d managed to get through the security who’d apparently found his name on a list though, so he assumed Jisung was already there and he skipped the reception to go to the room immediately.

Again, he didn’t really have any expectations upon entering the room, but somehow he was still blown away to the point where he froze in the doorway for a couple of seconds when he did open the door. In front of him was what could only be described as an alien planet; A hyper-realistic recreation of an otherworldly forest. He couldn’t get an idea of the scale of the room, because there were giant fake plants everywhere, oversized with glowing fruits hanging off them which bathed the room in a purple glow.

There were no windows, only greenery all around him, and a path which led to the centre of the room where he was what could only be described as a nest. There was a water feature which mimicked a waterfall and ended in a whole indoor rock pool. Everything was so well themed that if Chan were to pretend he didn’t just enter the room he could genuinely believe he’d just been abducted by aliens.

“So this is what an ultra luxury love hotel looks like,” Chan mumbled to himself, mind buzzing with the amount of videos he could record if he had regular access to rooms like this. He made his way over to the nest-shaped bed and found a blindfold on top of it with a note next to it.

“Chan,

Get naked, put the blindfold on and lay down spread-eagle on your back on the bed.

-Your alien captor ;)

(stoplight system counts, tug three times with both hands rapidly if you can’t speak)”

Chan smiled at the note, wasting no time to shed his clothes and climb onto the bed. At this point, he’d had such good experiences with the other men that he felt zero hesitation even if he still had no idea what would be happening. He trusted it’d be fun regardless. He slipped the blindfold on and lay down as instructed, waiting for Jisung to arrive.

Luckily, it didn’t take long until Chan heard movement, though he wasn’t sure exactly where it was coming from with the blindfold and the way sounds were muffled by all the greenery and water features in the room. Still, he was caught by surprise when his limbs were grabbed and something oddly wet and rubbery was wrapped around them, tying him to the bed with arms and legs spread. Rationally thinking, Chan could imagine Jisung had slicked up some rubber rope with lube to create the effect, but being blindfolded he could imagine it to be… tentacles?... holding him in place.

So that was the fantasy Jisung had chosen? It was one Chan had put on the list because it was a genuine fantasy but it was one he couldn’t imagine ever being fulfilled since aliens weren’t exactly on Tinder and easy to get in bed. Jisung was smart though, getting him into an alien themed space and then taking his sight to play with his senses. Chan was excited, to say the least, and was happy to suspend disbelief for a while and pretend he’d been abducted.

“What? What’re you doing? Let me go,” Chan called out, tugging on the restraints to test them though he had no intention to actually break them. “Let me go!” he repeated, thrashing around on the bed, only for the tentacles around his limbs to tighten and keep him from squirming.

Jisung didn’t speak, knowing that his voice would likely ruin the immersion, but he still made sure Chan knew he was there, a slicked up tentacle dildo gliding along his skin in erratic patterns, accompanied by a wet tongue gliding along his skin. The tentacle moved up, caressing his face and then his lips and Chan could taste the excessive amount of lube on it, making him even more excited about what was to come.

“W-what are you doing? Let me go!” he shouted suddenly, and it had the desired effect, because the next time he opened his lips to scream it was invaded by a thick tentacle dildo, the object shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet and gagged. The lube was flavoured, which was a thoughtful touch, and Chan happily relaxed his throat and let the appendage slide in. The dildo was made of extra soft and flexible material, with the same ridges and suckers a tentacle would have, which helped Chan sink deeper into the fantasy.

Simultaneously, what Chan suspected to be a fleshlight which felt like a tentacle wrapping around him was slid onto his cock, which made Chan jolt and moan around the tentacle in his mouth. And, as if that wasn’t enough yet, a more firm dildo started pressing against his entrance. Chan was very glad he’d taken the warning to prepare himself seriously, because the dildo was slid inside of him in one firm go.

If Chan wasn’t gagged he would’ve screamed out, his prostate being intensely stimulated by all the bumps and ridges on the tentacle rubbing along it, and somehow he was able to feel it even more intensely while blindfolded. His brain very quickly approached that ‘head empty, only cock’ state of mind when the tentacle in his mouth and in his ass started fucking into him in time with one another.

After a few minutes Chan was dangerously close to the edge, until suddenly the tentacle in his ass disappeared. Chan whined around the tentacle in his mouth (now just the tip of it to give him some relief), and he was soon rewarded by another tentacle pressing into his ass. This one was bigger, felt more… controlled? It didn’t take him long to realise it was probably a tentacle shaped cock sheath, which was confirmed the moment Jisung started fucking into him at a brutal pace.

Any coherent ability to separate fact from fiction left his body, and at this point he forgot about Jisung, forgot about the dildos and sheath and fleshlight, he was just getting bred by a tentacle monster. It was incredibly overwhelming, like he was getting fucked by three people at the same time, every hole stuffed and getting pounded into.

Jisung applied lube generously, to the point where he’d just let it drip down Chan’s chest and stomach to really sell the illusion of a slick tentacle monster looming over him. Jisung had obviously prepared well, had definitely fantasised about the scenario himself before, and Chan was having his mind blown.

He stained his blindfold with heavy tears, squirming and writhing and arching his back as much as the restraints allowed him to. At some point Jisung took mercy on him, or simply considered all his movement a choking hazard, and removed the dildo from Chan’s mouth. Finally, Chan could scream out from his abused throat, the aching of his jaw overshadowed by the sheer pleasure he was experiencing.

“More! More!” Chan moaned out, and he was rewarded with just that when he felt another tentacle inch inside him alongside the alien cock. He was pretty sure it was the tentacle that’d just been inside his mouth, and he was stretched to his absolute limits. He likely wouldn’t be able to walk without a limp for days, but that was a concern for future Chan, right now he wouldn’t want it any other way.

It took quite some time and patience to get the whole extra tentacle in without hurting Chan, long enough for Chan to go somewhat flaccid again, but when Jisung did start fucking into him again he was back to being rock-hard in no time. The way he now had two slippery objects moving inside of him, both with fake suckers on it to stimulate him, truly made it feel like multiple tentacles were writhing inside of him.

He came with a loud scream into the fleshlight before he’d even realised his orgasm was approaching, the sensation slamming into him like a brick. But Jisung didn’t stop, fucking Chan right into overstimulation. The only mercy he had was taking the fleshlight off, but other than that he just fucked Chan harder.

“Stop, stop, please!” Chan cried out, squirming and tugging on the restraints, trying to get away from the tentacles still directly pounding into his swollen prostate. But he didn’t use his safeword, so his begging pleas were ignored. Chan was forced to ride that fine line between pain and pleasure for minutes, until he came a second time, his cock weakly spurting a few drops of mostly clear liquid on his stomach, milked dry from orgasming twice in such a short period of time.

Only then did Jisung let himself go, fucking into him for a bit longer (which brought Chan to genuine tears) until he came inside hard enough that he broke his character and let out a loud moan followed by a string of profanities.

Jisung’s heavy panting sounded like music to Chan’s ears, knowing he’d fully satisfied the other man even without being able to move a muscle. After the panting subsided Chan felt soft lips pressed to his, and he happily reciprocated the kiss. As their lips parted and tongues danced together Chan let out a small giggle, which gave Jisung pause.

“What?”

“It’s like tentacles!” Chan said with another giggle, sticking his tongue out and wiggling it for Jisung. Jisung chuckled, leaning in to suck Chan’s tongue into his mouth and gave it a teasing bite before releasing it again.

“Tentacle monsters are territorial, there can only be one,” Jisung explained, tone amused, when Chan let out an offended noise at getting bit. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby, and then I’ll take your blindfold off and we can get in the pool. Despite it being a love hotel we do actually have the room for the entire night so we can take our time and explore the place.”

Chan happily laid back and allowed himself to be coddled. Jisung gently pulled out and wiped him clean without putting pressure on his (admittedly already very) sore hole. Then he removed the restraints and spent some time massaging his wrists and ankles to make sure the blood flow was properly restored. Even if the restraints had left no visible marks, they’d still been very tight to make them effective while being slippery, so Jisung just wanted to make sure.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off now,” Jisung spoke next, leaning closer to Chan. “Keep your eyes closed for a bit, you’d been blindfolded for a long time. The lights are dim in here but they might still hurt, so open them slowly, okay?”

“You’re the sweetest tentacle monster I know,” Chan replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“Are you implying I’m not the only one you know? I’m offended. Do I fuck you the best at least?”

“Hmm, you do, but I wouldn’t mind you laying eggs inside of me next time,” Chan said, cracking an eye open to find Jisung staring at him with wide eyes and slack jaw.

“Really? You’d let me?”

“Ohhh, so this was really a genuine fantasy of yours as well. Freak~”

“Hey, I’m not the one who put it on the list and is now requesting to have eggs shoved inside his ass!”

“But you do want to do it, right? Little alien wants to bread his pet human~”

“Obviously, you menace,” Jisung replied, cheeks blazing red as he realised he’d grown hard again at the mere mention of it, quickly grabbing a pillow to hide just how much power Chan held over him.

Chan managed to fully open his eyes now, and was impressed by how efficiently Jisung had cleaned the area. He hadn’t noticed Jisung leaving the bed, but there was no trace of the restraints, cock sheath or dildos anywhere in sight, to the point where a small part of Chan’s brain played with the idea of it being real.

Maybe Jisung really was an alien, maybe it had all been real tentacles after all and Jisung had hidden them again. Chan considered letting someone else edit the video and never watching it himself just so he could live in the illusion of the tentacles being real. He felt his cock twitch at the thought, and if he hadn’t just been milked dry he would’ve joined Jisung in his state of embarrassment.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” Jisung asked, brow furrowed in worry when Chan tried to sit up and had to clench his teeth in discomfort.

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” Chan replied, giving Jisung a comforting smile. “I never forgot I could tap out at any point.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Jisung said, leaning in to give Chan a soft kiss. “Let me help you up and get to the bath, the water will make you feel better,” he added, helping Chan up on his feet and wrapping an arm around his waist to support him as they shuffled towards the heated pool. The pool was shallow and heated like a hot spring, and Chan let out a sigh of relief when he sank down into the water and sat down on the floor.

Jisung crawled sideways into Chan’s lap, wrapping his arms around Chan’s neck and comfortably snuggling up to him. “Tell me more about you. The real you, not the camboy.”

“Oh, uhm, what do you want to know?”

“Everything, but let’s start at the basics. You mentioned being stressed about an internship, but didn’t elaborate on what you do.”

“That’s… actually kind of embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s… actually an internship as a producer,” Chan spilled, considering he was already crushing on all seven men and planning to make a move after the whole dream stream thing was over, he figured he might as well open up about his own private life a bit more. They knew the basics, it was part of the boyfriend experience of his streams, but he’d still always been careful not to give too many details. He trusted these men though, so he was happy to spill, even though it was embarrassing to talk about his internship with someone so successful. “And you’re younger and such an accomplished producer and I’m just an unpaid intern.”

“You’re a producer and you didn’t tell me?!?!?!” Jisung nearly screamed, face splitting into a beaming grin. “You gotta let me listen to some of your work! You can drop by my studio sometime and- wait, did you say unpaid? Is that even legal?!”

“I don’t know? It’s hard to get a foot in the door in the music industry, I took what I could get. It’s why I started doing the cam shows, to support myself during the internship.”

Jisung frowned, looking lost in thought for a second. “You’re definitely going to drop by my studio later and let me hear what you’re capable of and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Jisung… that’s not- I can’t ask that of you, I can’t accept that. I want to earn my place in the industry, not to- to fuck my way into it,” Chan said softly, eyes downcast.

“Hyung,” Jisung said, and Chan felt his heart skip a beat at how the honorific sounded coming from Jisung. “If I help it’s because we’re friends and your talent, that’s why I’m saying I need to hear your work. You will still earn it, networking is just incredibly important in this industry. You didn’t fuck your way into it, you networked… creatively.”

“Don’t ever call me getting fucked by I don’t know how many tentacles networking again,” Chan groaned, and Jisung burst out into laughter.

“Is that a yes though? Will you drop by the studio?”

“Yes, fine, if you promise to actually judge my work and don’t let my amazing ass cloud your judgement.”

“I promise,” Jisung grinned wide, giving Chan another kiss. “For now, let’s just relax and let that amazing ass of yours recover. It needs to be in prime condition to take my eggs,” Jisung added with a shit-eating grin, to which Chan groaned out loud, unable to hide his dick twitching with Jisung sitting right on top of it. “I hope you don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

“I’m all yours all day, you little monster.”

“Your little monster though~”

“That you are,” Chan smiled, tugging Jisung into another lazy kiss. Sorta-sugar-daddy-sorta-boyfriend number four: acquired.

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Changbin told Chan to meet him in his private home gym for their video, and Chan was - safe to say - intrigued. The video was honestly only a small part of the reason why Chan was excited, for the most part he just wanted to see Changbin work out. Changbin was an accomplished producer, but he also had the most impressive body Chan had ever seen, and while chatting over the last few weeks he’d learned Changbin occasionally worked as a personal trainer as a hobby.

Chan was a gym enthusiast himself, but he’d always been a solo player who didn’t have a trainer, so he was thrilled to get some pointers (or perhaps even praise!!) on his form at the gym. If he got railed in the process, that’d just be a big bonus.

Same as the other men Changbin had given him minimal instructions, but enough so Chan knew what to do. He’d been given Changbin’s address and told not to prep and to dress casually, which made sense since they were going to the gym. He’d been instructed Changbin would welcome him and lead him to his home gym but that the camera would already be rolling so they’d start their video the moment they entered the gym.

Chan wondered if this stream would be different from the others, since he was quite a bit closer to Changbin already than he’d been to the other men when he first started shooting their videos with them. He’d texted with all of them quite a bit, but Changbin he’d also spent a considerable amount of time in real life with.

Jisung had wasted no time on getting Chan to his studio after their night together to test his skills. Chan had produced a short track on the spot, right in front of him, and Jisung had been so impressed he’d ran to his boss and got him to offer Chan a job as a producer in their company right then and there.

Chan had accepted of course, and promptly quit his internship to work at his literal dream company instead. Considering Jisung and Changbin were kind of a package deal and they’d wasted zero time staking their territory and claiming Chan as their junior he’d pretty much spent his entire work days with the pair holed up in their respective studios (and in Chan’s! Chan had a studio now! With his name on the door!).

Though, there was some difference, whereas Jisung was extremely flirty and handsy with Chan at the studio (all consensual and after some serious sit-downs where Jisung firmly explained Chan could decline any advances and it wouldn’t affect their friendship or his job prospects), Changbin seemed to want to hold back till their video date like the other men had done and mostly just eye-fucked him from a distance. Because of this, tension between the pair was running extremely high by the time Chan met up with Changbin for their video.

So, when he finally entered Changbin’s apartment to record the video he did so with a giddy smile and a bounce in his step, wearing comfy sweats and a tank top like he’d usually do at the gym.

“Hey baby, you ready?” Changbin asked, already guiding Chan towards his home gym, seemingly just as impatient as Chan himself was.

“Born ready for you~”

Changbin grinned in amusement, opening the door to his gym and entering with Chan, signalling their scene had started. Chan nearly broke character, letting out a gasp which he managed to cover up as awe for how good the gym looked when he saw there wasn’t a static camera but Jisung holding the camera. It made sense, since they were bound to move around the gym, and Chan far from minded the surprise, but still they Changbin could've warned him about the audience! Both Jisung and Changbin were grinning smugly though, and knowing Jisung would be watching them had Chan aggressively aroused before even being touched.

“Thank you for signing up with Dwaekki Gym, I promise I’ll give you the best workout you could wish for, perfectly tailored to your own personal needs. Before we proceed, I do have some ground rules to go over with you,” Changbin said, and Chan nodded to indicate that he was listening.

“Because my approach is so intimately personal I have the rule that no clothes can be worn inside the gym, by neither you nor me, since I’ll need to be able to see the way your muscles move exactly. I also require your consent to touch you anywhere, any time, in order to assist you in your workout since my approach is very hands-on. I can assure you my methods have proven to be highly effective, but if you’re not comfortable with them you’re welcome to leave. If you are, please undress.”

“No… that’s- unconventional, but I get what you’re coming from,” Chan played along, turning around to face a bench near the entrance so he could undress and neatly fold his clothes before putting them down on the bench. By the time he turned back around, Changbin was in an equal state of undress, grinning at Chan without an ounce of shame in his body.

“Good boy,” Changbin said, and Chan couldn’t even find it in him to be embarrassed at the way he grew hard at the minor praise. Who could really blame him when there was a literal Greek god standing in front of him? He’d known Changbin’s physique was impressive just from looking at him dressed, but nothing could’ve prepared him for seeing him up close and naked.

“You’re- in good shape. Very- wow,” Chan actually stumbled over his words, none of it played up for the camera, which made Changbin bark out a laugh.

“Well, that’s why I’m a personal trainer, I can make you just like me! Though, that won’t take much, you’re well on your way,” Changbin said, stepping closer to put his hand on Chan’s chest and give it an appreciative squeeze. “Very nice.”

“Thank you,” Chan replied, shyly, blushing and buzzing from the praise.

“You’re welcome~ Let’s start by stretching,” Changbin said, redirecting Chan to position him in front of Jisung, nicely in front of the camera’s view. “Bend over, touch your toes.”

Chan obeyed, of course, because he was a good boy, cheeks still glowing red when Changbin stepped up behind him and grabbed his hip with one hand while applying pressure on his lower back with the other. “There you go, you can go deeper, you can take it,” Changbin said in an absolute lack of subtlety, pressing down a little harder on Chan’s back.

This continued for a couple of minutes, Changbin guiding him through stretch after stretch with hands constantly gliding along Chan’s skin. Some of them were genuinely useful and made Chan smile, realising he was actually learning something, and then some of them were very obviously meant for the camera. Like when Changbin made him sit on the floor with his back facing the camera and had him spread his legs as far as he could while leaning forward, trying to get his chest to touch the floor. Sure, it gave Chan a good stretch, but it was obviously done to flash his hole at the camera.

Each time Chan completed a stretch he got a new round of praise though, and that alone was enough to have Chan floating on cloud nine by the time he had some actual weights handed to him. “Kneel down with your right knee on the bench and the other foot on the floor. Right hand on the bench and hold the weight with your left. Then lift your left arm up and down, it’s a simple exercise but it’ll do wonders for your arms,” Changbin instructed, guiding Chan into the right position in as handsy a manner as possible.

“I know you can arch your back beautifully, but keep it straight baby,” he added, one hand on Chan’s ass and the other on his stomach to nudge his back into a straight position. “Like that, perfect, such a good boy. Look at you, so beautiful. Now switch and do the other side.”

Chan easily obeyed Chan through several of these exercises, and by now he was actually starting to feel it. Changbin had given him weights appropriate for his body, not some movie props, so his skin was covered by a light sheen of sweat and his muscles flexed on every move at this point. He just knew the viewers would be eating it up, even if they kept just building up tension with the constant touching but no actual moves made.

He was currently doing some squats, and he could feel both Changbin and Jisung’s eyes glued to his ass, so of course Chan played it up with lewd moans and groans, arching his back on every squat (which Changbin then used as an excuse to get his hands on Chan and correct his posture again).

When Chan took a break to drink some water and then “accidentally” spilled water all over himself Changbin finally seemed to snap, promptly shoving Chan towards one of the weightlifting benches. “On your back. Lay down in front of the bench,” he growled out in command.

Chan happily obeyed, assuming they were moving on to the Chan-getting-railed section of the video and instinctively letting his legs fall open in a clear invitation, only to get smacked on the thigh. “What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t we go over proper posture enough today?”

“I thought we were done and you were ready to receive your tip~”

“Oh sweetheart, we’re far from done,” Changbin smirked, swinging a leg over Chan’s torso to stand over him. “We’re going to do some weighted hip thrusts next. Shoulders on the bench, knees bent.”

Chan looked confused for a moment, because they’d been working out for quite a while now, had Changbin forgotten what kind of video they were filming? Jisung didn’t seem worried either though, so Chan did as he was told again, getting in the correct position for a barbell hip thrust. Changbin made no move to grab a barbell though, instead he stepped over Chan and smirked down at him. “Think you can handle about 70 kilograms?”

“What? I mean, yeah, I think I should be able to, but where’s the weights?” Chan asked, though he already started to get an inkling when Jisung handed Changbin a bottle of lube while Changbin still stood over his lap. But… it didn’t make sense, Chan was the one getting fucked on these streams, not the other way around, so what was Changbin planning? How was Changbin going to serve as his weights while fucking Chan?

“They’re right here. You’re gonna be a good boy, and you’re going to prove to me that you’re as strong as you claim to be, okay?”

“O-okay, yeah, I can do that,” Chan gasped out when Changbin poured cold lube all over Chan’s cock without mercy. Jisung stepped up behind Changbin, using his left hand to film Changbin stroking and lubing up Chan’s cock over his shoulder, while the fingers of his left hand slipped into Changbin’s ass to check if he was still stretched enough. Chan nearly came on the spot from the sight, because it was clear enough to him that Jisung and Changbin had done this before, that Jisung had prepared Changbin before Chan arrived to take Chan's cock, and they were both fine with the other fucking Chan. This meant his polycule dream was an option for the three of them at least, and the thought of it sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“You’re good to go,” Jisung whispered soft enough for the camera not to pick up, moving back again to catch the moment where Changbin lowered himself down on Chan’s cock from a good angle.

Now, Chan hadn’t topped in ages, long enough that he’d mostly forgotten what it felt like, and he damn near blacked out when Changbin bottomed out. He’d already been so on edge from their tension building for so long and now Changbin so fucking tight around him that Chan didn’t even need to exaggerate his reactions for the video - they were all genuine.

“What’re you waiting for?” Changbin snapped, bringing Chan back to the real world. “Too weak after all?” He asked, reminding Chan that Changbin was going to make Chan work for it.

“I’m. not. weak,” Chan groaned, lifting his hips up, raising Changbin up and fucking deeper into him in the process. He managed to hold Changbin up for a few seconds before lowering himself back down, catching his breath before thrusting up again, motivated by Changbin raising himself slightly so Chan had to chase after him if he wanted to stay inside of him. This continued for a couple of reps, and it was exciting, but also hard. Chan's legs were trembling and he was visibly struggling to finish his current rep.

“I’m not convinced yet,” Changbin said to rile Chan up, crossing his arms in front of him and feigning a bored expression when Chan lowered himself down to the floor again. “If you wanna prove you’re strong you’re going to have to do better than this.”

And even if his face would be blurred in the final video and it wasn’t effective on the viewer, it sure as hell triggered every competitive bone in Chan’s body. He basically jumped up so fast Changbin had to scramble to wrap his arms around Chan’s neck and his legs around his waist. He was carried for a couple of seconds and then his back slammed into the cold surface of the mirror and Chan instantly started pounding into him.

If Changbin wanted to be shown that Chan could hold up his weight then he’d be doing just that, and he wouldn’t give up until Changbin had come. Chan had been afraid he wouldn’t be good at topping since he hadn’t done it for so long, but the way Changbin was moaning like a wanton whore calmed his anxiety about that real fast. That, and the fact that Changbin was still firmly in control despite his position, constantly ordering Chan around to change the speed or angle, and Chan happily obliged.

He was just training in the gym after all, all that mattered was to make his personal trainer proud of him. Changbin knew what was best, Changbin knew how Chan’s body would improve the most, who was Chan to go against the word of a professional?

“Look at you, doing so well, I clearly underestimated you,” Changbin moaned out, throwing his head back against the mirror as Chan sped up again when hearing the praise. Chan’s arms were trembling from holding Changbin up at this point, but the pleasure he was feeling was overruling the pain. He wouldn’t give up even if his arms were about to fall off, not until Changbin had come.

Sure, the fact that in their current position Chan didn’t have any hands free to jerk Changbin off was complicating that goal, since his arms were hooked under Changbin’s legs, but Chan enjoyed a challenge. He could make Changbin come untouched. The strain on his arms and the constant dull ache that came with it did help the process, since it made it harder for Chan to focus on his own pleasure and made him last much longer than he usually did when topping.

“Yeah, I’m a good student?” Chan asked in a barely veiled attempt to fish for more compliments.

“So, oh, so good- There, there, right there! Keep going,” Changbin growled, fingers tangling in Chan’s hair and tugging on it harshly. “There, harder, harder!”

Having an actual cameraman this time was a good idea, because Jisung made sure to get all the right angles, zooming in on Chan’s face as he moaned and bit hip lip, on his cock pounding into Changbin’s ass, on their sweaty, muscular bodies sliding together and Chan’s biceps trembling and flexing.

Jisung was rock-hard himself and had to visibly stop himself from getting involved on more than one occasion, and Chan made a mental note to… reward… him for his hard work later. They needed to shower after working out after all, surely Jisung would appreciate a blowjob in the shower.

For now, Changbin was his priority though. Changbin was putty in Chan’s arms at this point, his body deadweight, only held up by Chan’s arms and thumping against the mirror on each thrust. He just moaned and whined as Chan was hyper focused on one goal and one goal only: pleasuring Changbin.

“Kiss me,” Changbin whispered, sounding utterly fucked out, and Chan wasted no time smashing their lips together. Would kissing during the scene be a pain in the ass when editing the video later and needing to blur Changbin’s face? Probably. Would it be worth it? Hell yes.

“You taste so good,” Chan mumbled when he came back up for breath, and Changbin wasted no time humming in agreement and chasing after him. Changbin dragged another lewd kiss out of Chan before nuzzling his face in his neck, licking the sweat off it before sucking a dark possessive mark into the skin, which made Chan giddy with joy because he wanted to be visibly owned by Changbin, by all seven of the men he'd fallen in love with.

“Make me come, baby boy, I’m so close,” Changbin said, and Chan didn’t need more encouragement than that. Chan manhandled Changbin to get the angle just perfect, fingers digging into Changbin’s thigh to keep him in place, making sure to hit Changbin’s prostate on every thrust.

Changbin finally came with a cry, and almost instantly after that Chan’s arms gave up and his knees buckled and he slid to the floor, cock still embedded deep into Changbin’s ass as Chan held him tight to make sure he didn’t drop him. Changbin landed in Chan’s lap, and while Chan could barely move his arms anymore he could weakly thrust up to chase after his own orgasm now.

“Good boy, go on, take what you need,” Changbin mumbled, slumped against Chan’s chest and apparently happy to just let Chan use him now that he’d come. Chan struggled with the position though, manhandling Changbin once more to get him on his back on the floor but quickly finding his arms were now too sore to hold himself up over him, flopping down on top of Changbin in defeat. Maybe he just wasn’t going to come himself today, that was fine.

Chan let out a frustrated groan anyway, which Changbin replied to with an amused giggle, taking pity on Chan and rolling them over again to straddle Chan’s lap. “It’s okay baby, you did well. You proved how strong you are,” Changbin said, running his arms over Chan’s biceps reverently as he started riding Chan’s cock. “Such a good boy for me.”

Chan looked zoned out at the praise, happily laying there and letting Changbin do the work now. The last bit of the Chan had left in his arms he used to guide his arms to Changbin’s waist and wrap his hands around his sides, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of his tummy. Changbin flexed his abs in response, but Chan just pouted and whined at it. “I like you soft.”

“Oh really? Bet I can think of a situation or two where you’d prefer me hard~”

Chan blushed at this, as if he hadn’t just spent the last hour fucking Changbin six ways to Sunday, as if he didn’t still have his own - very hard - cock buried deep inside of Changbin. “Shut up, god, I’m so close. You feel so fucking good around me.”

“Bet I’ll feel even better inside of you,” Changbin teased again, and just the thought of that was enough to finally tip Chan over the edge, letting wave after wave of pure pleasure crash into him as he basically starfished on the floor, every last inch of energy leaving his body and turning into blissful relaxation instead.

“I worked you a little too hard, didn’t I?” Changbin chuckled, watching Chan become a human puddle on the floor. He slowly got up, taking selfish pleasure in watching Chan’s cum drip down his ass onto Chan’s skin, going slow enough to make sure Jisung could capture it on camera too. Then he bent down to pick Chan up and hoist him into his arms. “Let’s get you to the shower, it was a good session. We’ll make sure to schedule your next one before you leave.”

Jisung recorded Changbin carrying Chan out of the gym before cutting the camera, basically tossing it to the side and running after the pair. “Not without me! I want in!”

“My shower isn’t made for three people!” Changbin called back at him, but Jisung just picked up speed to catch up with them and run ahead of them instead.

“Try and make me leave when I’m already in there!!”

And Chan? He just smiled at the banter, heart warming at the thought of the three of them showering together. He was more determined than ever to discuss the possibilities of a polycule with the men. But first he wanted to have his moment with all of them, both to make sure he clicked one-on-one with all of them, but also to make sure they wouldn’t feel pressured or awkward by Chan’s confession.

He could do this, two more videos and he could confess.

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Felix: Okay
Felix: So
Felix: I have an idea
Felix: But
Felix: It would affect
Felix: All of us
Felix: Potentially
Felix: So
Felix: I’d like to
Felix: Discuss it

Chan: What’s the idea?

Felix: I was thinking
Felix: When we
Felix: Release our video
Felix: To not
Felix: Wear a mask
Felix: Or blur my face
Felix: Or change my voice

Chan: You want people to know it’s you?
Chan: Lixie… you’d get fired
Chan: I don’t want to be the cause of that

Felix: No
Felix: I know
Felix: You wouldn’t be the cause
Felix: You see
Felix: I’ve been considering
Felix: Retiring
Felix: From pro gaming
Felix: And just
Felix: Continue streaming
Felix: And I think
Felix: I would enjoy camming
Felix: I like
Felix: The attention
Felix: Just like you
Felix: But
Felix: It would draw
Felix: A lot of attention
Felix: To the videos
Felix: Not just ours
Felix: The entire series
Felix: Which is why
Felix: I wanted to discuss it

Minho: Felix, please, try to make a sentence before hitting send

Felix: Do you not
Felix: Like
Felix: The way I type
Felix: :(

Hyunjin: WHO DARES MAKING LIXIE SAD????

Seungmin: Minho did

Hyunjin: Minho I’ll fight you

Minho: ???

Chan: Guys, please focus on what Felix is saying
Chan: This is important
Chan: I’m fine with it, it would bring a lot of attention to me and my streams
Chan: But I don’t mind that. As you said, I like the attention ;)
Chan: And I intend to stay a faceless producer, not become an idol myself
Chan: So it shouldn’t affect my job

Changbin: If they fire you over it I’ll quit too and we’ll start our own company

Jisung: Same

Chan: Thank you guys ;-;
Chan: IF we do that I will however not accept you doing it for free Felix
Chan: We’ll split the profits 50/50
Chan: Since, if you do quit your team, the streams will be your actual job

Felix: Well
Felix: Technically
Felix: Twitch will be the job
Felix: The camming just a hobby!
Felix: So I’m okay
Felix: Doing it for free

Chan: But I am not

Felix: Oh
Felix: Well
Felix: Okay then
Felix: I will accept
Felix: The payment
Felix: But only
Felix: Because you want it

Chan: Thank you
Chan: How does the rest feel about it?
Chan: I believe we did a good job editing the videos to make you guys unrecognisable, but there will still be a lot more people watching them

Everyone agreed, which led to a longer pause than usual between videos since Felix didn’t want to get his team in trouble by causing a scandal and actually quit before filming his video. Luckily they were in between seasons so the quitting itself was no problem, and Felix had done a few streams on Twitch after quitting already.

During these streams he’d hinted towards a special new project, and was flirting relentlessly with the viewers to ease them into what was to come. He knew it was still going to scare off part of his fanbase anyway, but it’d also gain him new ones, and he was genuinely excited to be able to stream whatever he wanted, including adult content. He was truly free now.

The group had kept in close contact even during the longer pause though, all chatting and video calling nearly every evening, and Chan was still spending his days in real life with Jisung and Changbin and Chan couldn’t deny that at this point the three of them were dating in everything but the official label. They kissed, hugged, took each other out of lunch, and all without any jealousy involved.

Even while Chan was out for lunch with Changbin and he got a text from Seungmin asking how his pup was doing there was no jealousy coming from Changbin, in fact he actively encouraged Chan to reply and helped him take a cute puppy-pose picture for Seungmin. It gave Chan hope that his confession would go over more easily than he initially feared, especially when Chan learned it wasn’t just some harem situation but the other guys were starting to meet up in private too (he learned this from Jisung landing in his lap at the studio to dreamily tell him all about what a good kisser Minho was, which Chan could only agree with).

But now, finally, he was on his way to Felix’s apartment. Felix had invited him for pizza at his place before filming their video later that night, and there was no way Chan was going to decline free pizza. The moment he knocked on the door of Felix’s penthouse apartment and the door swung open Chan found himself with an armful of Felix.

“Channie! Hi! Finally!” Felix said cheerfully before promptly pressing his lips to Chan’s in a quick kiss. “Everyone but Innie and I got to do that and I didn’t and that’s not fair!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll more than make up for it,” Chan replied cheerfully, giggling at Felix’s infectious energy. “You look good, well rested.”

“I didn’t realise how much the pro-gaming was wearing me down until now. I am well rested, I’ve never felt better.”

“And you’re absolutely confident you want to be in the video visibly? It can change things again when you’re so happy right now,” Chan asked once Felix finally released him from his hug and led him into his apartment.

“I’m very sure, and I like doing it on your stream instead of my own… that way if it’s not for me after all I can easily say it was a one-time guest feature. I did invite you early because I wanted to talk over some concerns I have… if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t! We’re not filming a thing until you’re entirely comfortable, and if in the end you decide you don’t want to do it after all that’s also perfectly fine. Please don’t feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to do.”

“No, no, that’s not it, I don’t feel pressured! Come, pizza was delivered just before you got here, we can get comfortable, eat and talk about it,” Felix said with a warm smile, nudging Chan towards one of the sofa’s, making him sit down and promptly getting comfortable in Chan’s lap himself.

“So,” Felix started once they were both comfortably seated with a slice of pizza in hand. “I wanted to just quickly go over our scene because… I’m not like the other guys, in that I didn’t choose a subject I was very experienced in, but I chose one I was interested in. Well, it’s not like there were any subjects I was very experienced in because, see, life as a pro athlete is extremely busy even if it’s gaming so I’m not very experienced in general and I-”

“Felix?” Chan interrupted Felix’s rant. “Are you a virgin? Because I’d love to be your first, but not on camera for a paid video. You deserve better than that.”

“Wait? What? No, no- I’m not, that’s not what I meant. I’m not very experienced but I’m not a virgin either!”

“Okay, good, what’s the problem then?”

“I just- I don’t know if I’ll be good at it, because I’ve never played that role before. Actually this is easier if I spoil the theme, if you don’t mind. I chose the ‘babygirl/daddy’ theme. I like pretty things, and I think you’d look super pretty in lingerie and a skirt, so I wanted to try that, but I don’t know if I’d be good in the ‘daddy’ role. I don’t even know which I’d prefer… both, I think I’d enjoy both, but I don’t know if I’m good at it and what if the viewers hate it and-”

“Felix, sweetheart,” Chan stopped Felix’s rambling again. “First off, it’s perfectly fine to want both, I enjoy both as well. I bottom, I top, I dom, I sub, and I’d be happy to explore it all with you, I just tend to sub a lot because it’s what my viewers signed up for. Second off, we’re making these videos for us and the viewers just get the privilege to watch. Neither of us needs the money anymore, so it’s perfectly fine if the video isn’t perfect. Also, if you’re not comfortable with the theme after all we can stop the scene and change it or scrap the video altogether, it’s all perfectly fine.”

“Thank you,” Felix replied, eyes glossy and quickly putting his plate down before wrapping his arms around Chan’s neck in a hug. “That’s what I needed to hear, I think.”

“Also, since you mentioned enjoying both… there’s nothing stopping you from also being in a skirt, you know?”

“Oh, I- I hadn’t considered that. But won’t that disrupt the fantasy?”

“Absolutely not, if anything it makes it better. The viewers would love to see you dressed all pretty too, I’m sure~”

“Oh, well, if you think so… Maybe next time, but I think for now it’s a little too much at once for me, if that’s okay too? It’s already quite overwhelming.”

“Of course sweetheart, as I said, we do whatever is comfortable for the both of us.”

Felix flashed Chan a grateful smile. “I was thinking we could play into my streamer personality where I start the video as if it’s one of my streams and then bring you in? And would you mind if I edited the video to really make it look like a stream?”

“That’s gonna mess with people thinking they clicked the wrong video at first… I love it.” Chan grinned wide, already able to imagine the audience’s reaction. “Honestly I’m quite eager to do it now… how about we go get changed and film the video and reheat the pizza afterwards?”

“That sounds perfect to me! Come, I ordered such a pretty skirt for you! I got several options actually since I didn’t know your size and preference!,” Felix said, hopping off Chan’s lap and dragging him over to his walk-in closet.

A good thirty minutes later, Felix was sat in front of his desk with the camera placed where it usually was for one of his streams. “Hi Pixies, thanks for joining my stream again! I got a special surprise for you today, I’d like to introduce you to someone special~” Felix smiled, waving Chan over. “Babygirl, come over here, come say hi to my viewers.”

“Oh, uhm, hi!” Chan said, shyly stepping into view of the camera. He was in black fishnets, with a pleated pink skirt that barely covered his ass and a tight, cropped, black tank top. “Nice to meet you.”

“Come closer babygirl, let the viewers see how cute you are. This is my pretty boyfriend, Chris,” Felix said to the camera, and Chan’s heart skipped a beat at being referred to as Felixs’s boyfriend even though deep down he knew it was just for the cameras.

Chan stepped closer, and Felix slid his hand up his firm thigh along the fishnets, slipping right under his already scandalously short skirt to rest on his ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “He’s too pretty for me to gatekeep, plus he enjoys being watched… enjoys being shared… so I’ll share him with you guys today. Would you like that?” he asked, and Chan nodded furiously even though the question had been directed at the imaginary stream viewers.

The stream format they were playing with was fucking with Chan’s brain, since Felix was playing himself and had introduced Chan as his streamer persona which made it all feel so real instead of being a roleplay. He hadn’t actually gotten to confess to the guys yet, but for now he’d happily indulge in the fantasy of really dating Felix and really being shared by all 7 men.

Chan giggled shyly as Felix gave his ass another squeeze, hiding his face in his hands and holding his arms together in a way that pressed his chest together in the process, knowing it’d go perfectly suit the visual they were going for. “Daddy~ Stop teasing me~”

“I’m not teasing baby, come sit on my lap, say hi to the viewers,” Felix said, patting his thighs, and Chan was on top of them at the speed of light. Felix wrapped his arms around Chan’s waist, fingers lazily tracing his abs. “Introduce yourself.”

“Oh, uhm, hi Pixies!” Chan said, waving shyly at the camera, having watched and rewatched all of Felix’s streams so far an embarrassing amount of times which made him well aware of his fandom name and inside jokes. “I’m Chris, please don’t be mad at me for stealing Lixie from you.”

“How can they be mad when they now get to watch you, baby,” Felix cooed in reply, placing a kiss on Chan’s cheek. “You can be my good luck charm for this match, I’m sure I’ll perform better if you cockwarm me. Get down on your knees sweetheart, under my desk while I play.”

When Chan did crawl under the desk he found Felix well prepared for this, because there was another camera underneath the desk aimed at Felix’s crotch which would perfectly capture his face. Chan realised at the same time when Felix said he wanted to edit the video to make it look like a stream he’d been serious about it, and he’d probably edit the video into a split screen with a game in one frame, Felix’s face in another and Chan’s face cockwarming Felix in a third.

The thought of the end result, being able to watch Felix attempt to focus on the game while getting his dick sucked, had Chan so impatient and eager he was pawing at Felix’s crotch and tugging his pants down before Felix had even told him to. Felix didn’t seem to mind though, gently smiling down at him.

“Good girl,” he said, carding his fingers through Chan’s hair and oh, that went straight to Chan’s dick. “Go on princess, warm Daddy until he’s done playing. If you motivated me well and I win I’ll fuck you as a reward.”

“And what if you lose?” Chan asked, cocking his head curiously as he tugged Felix’s cock out of his boxers and stroked it to full hardness.

“I should spank you for even considering the option of me losing,” Felix tutted in reply. “If I lose I’ll still fuck you, but you won’t get to come. So you better do well, baby.”

Chan didn’t know what game Felix was playing. Chan didn’t care what game Felix was playing. All he cared about was being good for him. Without hesitation he opened his mouth and took Felix deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around the tip, until he was interrupted by a light scolding tap to his cheek.

“I said warm, not suck. You’re being distracting,” Felix scolded, and Chan blushed at already having forgotten the assignment. He pulled back slightly and rested his head on Felix’s thigh so he could just softly suckle instead. Initially he felt a little awkward, because he was so used to “performing” on camera, but each time he tried sucking harder Felix scolded him again, until Chan closed his eyes and allowed his mind to blank. He focused on the sensation of the cock in his mouth, on his demeaning position, on the dull ache in his knees.

He felt both used and useful, and it was wonderful. He quickly found that it was incredibly relaxing to be able to please his lover by… simply doing nothing. He vaguely heard Felix curse and cheer for things that happened in game, but it was like hearing everything dulled, like there were clouds of cotton stuck in his ears.

He had no idea how much time actually passed, but after what could be minutes or hours Felix suddenly cheered in victory, the movement jostling Chan into full consciousness again, especially when Felix’s fingers ran through Chan’s hair. “You did so well, babygirl. Helped Daddy win like a good girl.”

“Up, back on my lap, sweetheart,” Felix said next, giving Chan’s hair a little tug to urge him into action. Chan stood up, wiggling his legs a little to get the blood flowing again before crawling in Felix’s lap, straddling him in his gaming chair. Felix rolled the chair back slightly so Chan’s ass was fully in view, then lifted his skirt to show the viewers what was hidden underneath.

Underneath the fishnets, which were digging a pretty pattern into his ass, Chan was wearing a black, floral, lace thong. Felix slipped his fingers through some of the holes at the back of the fishnets, and then promptly gave it a harsh tug so the stockings tore at the back, giving access to Chan’s ass and properly displaying the lingerie underneath. Chan whined in both embarrassment and excitement at the action, hiding his face in Felix’s neck.

Felix fetched some lube from his desk drawer next and pulled the thong to the side with one hand so he could use the other to start teasing Chan’s rim. He seemed cool and collected, but Chan could tell his hands were shaking with what was probably a mixtures of excitement, nerves and impatience. It was impressive how well he covered it up though, Chan was certain Felix would do perfect if he did want to properly pursue adult streaming.

“Daddy~” Chan whined again when Felix’s fingers rubbed along his entrance, making sure it was well coated with lube. “More, Daddy, more.”

“Such a needy little whore,” Felix replied, but complied anyway, pushing a single finger inside. “There, happy now, princess?”

“No. More.”

“Brat.”

“Your brat~” Chan giggled, pushing his hips back to force Felix’s finger deeper inside of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, princess,” Felix replied, pretending to be annoyed but doing everything Chan asked for anyway because… whipped culture. He worked a second finger into Chan, scissoring and curling them to massage his prostate until Chan was a moaning mess, and then added a third when he seemed comfortable enough to take it.

“Fuck me Daddy, please, please, please!”

“Patience, princess,” Felix replied, though he was obviously dying to get his cock inside Chan as well. “Turn around so my viewers can see you.”

Chan whined again at having to make the effort of turning around and straddling Felix backwards instead, but was well rewarded by Felix positioning his cock at Chan’s entrance once he had turned around, allowing Chan to sit down on it. Felix grunted out a moan, grabbing a fistful of Chan’s skirt and pulling it up again to make sure the viewers had a nice view of Chan’s fightnet-clad thighs, the lace thong straining around his hard cock, and the way Felix had bottomed out.

“Fuck, princess, give me a moment,” Felix growled out, voice even deeper than usual, when Chan started rocking his hips. Felix’s fingers were digging into Chan’s waist so hard they were leaving marks, desperately trying not to come after having his cock in Chan’s mouth for ages and now wrapped in his deliciously tight heat.

“S’okay Daddy,” Chan slurred, high on pleasure. “I’m close too.”

Felix had wanted to draw it out for longer, he really did, but who was he to hold himself back any longer when Chan said it was okay? “Sure you can take me, baby?”

“Try me, Daddy~”

Felix’s grip on Chan’s waist tightened even more, using it as leverage to fuck up into Chan as hard as he could. He was no longer holding back, no longer even acknowledging the viewers were there, he was just selfishly chasing his own and Chan’s pleasure. He slipped a hand into the lace thong, wrapping it around Chan’s cock and started roughly jerking him off in time with his thrusts. Chan let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the soft hand instead of the chafing lace rubbing against his cock, and it took him no less than a minute to come all over Felix’s hand with a loud cry, which was instantly followed by Felix pumping Chan’s ass full of his cum.

“Fucking hell, I love you,” Felix groaned, sounding completely out of it, and Chan froze for a second before smiling wide.

“I love you too, Daddy~,” he said, winking at the camera. "Pixies, make sure to subscribe to Felix's OnlyFans!" he added before leaning over to cut the camera so Felix could edit a ‘stream ended’ screen into it.

Chapter Text

Felix: Chan, I’m so sorry
Felix: I was just
Felix: editing the video
Felix: and I realise
Felix: what I said
Felix: at the end
Felix: that was
Felix: way too much
Felix: way too soon
Felix: i shouldn’t
Felix: have sprung that on you

Chan: Felix…
Chan: does that mean you meant it?

Felix: … yes?

Chan: We need to talk
Chan: All of us
Chan: After Jeongin’s video

Felix: I really am sorry
Felix: Should i
Felix: leave the gc?

Chan: no, no!
Chan: not a bad talk
Chan: I said it back, didn’t I?

Jisung: CAN SOMEONE SHARE THE ACTUAL VIDEO SO I KNOW WHAT WE’RE ON ABOUT?

Felix: [chanlix.mp4]

Jisung: Oh

Minho: Yeah
Minho: We should talk
Minho: About feelings

Jeongin: I was going to book Chan a hotel anyway
Jeongin: How about I upgrade it to a suite large enough for eight and we meet there on Saturday? It’s Monday now, that gives us all a few days to collect our thoughts
Jeongin: Uhm, if you still want to meet that is
Jeongin: I’d also understand if you and Felix are a thing now
Jeongin: And you’d no longer want to meet

Chan: No, no, please, I want to meet you
Chan: I’m not going to confess over text but it’s not limited to Felix
Chan: Please everyone come meet me saturday?

Changbin: I’ll be there

Jisung: Me too

Hyunjin: Me three

Minho: I’ll be there

Seungmin: Same

Felix: I can’t wait ;-;

Chan: good!

Jeongin: Actually, regarding our video, I’d like to talk about it

Jeongin: Because my theme is iffy on consent

Jeongin: We can also take it to a private chat if you’d prefer

Chan: No it’s fine, go on

Jeongin: Okay, so, I chose Somnophilia

Chan: *horny noises*

Jeongin: stoppp I’m being serious

Chan: hehe sorry

Jeongin: Obviously, because of the consent thing I had to let you know and I want your explicit consent

Chan: You have it!

Jeongin: I wasn’t done, you brat.

Chan: oh

Jeongin: Anyway, I want your consent but I also want the video to be genuine
Jeongin: So I’ve booked you your hotel suite from today till next week
Jeongin: I’d like you to stay there for the week, perhaps even work from home, but at least sleep there.
Jeongin: All the room service etc. is billed to me so order anything you want

Hyunjin: ok sugar daddy, slay

Jeongin: And somewhere during the week I’ll visit to record the video, while you’re actually sleeping

Chan: But you’re not going to tell me when?

Jeongin: Nope

Chan: I am
Chan: so horny
Chan: fuck me
Chan: please

Minho: So horny he starts typing like Felix

Seungmin: Cute

Jeongin: I will, somewhere this week.
Jeongin: I’ll text you the door code to your suite
Jeongin: Wear a plug to sleep.

Chan: Every night?

Jeongin: Yes, I need you ready and waiting to be used whenever I feel like it

Felix: *horny noises*

Hyunjin: When is it our turn? 🙁

Changbin: Saturday

Hyunjin: o-oh

Felix: actually, if the suite is big enough
Felix: would you mind
Felix: if i stayed there
Felix: all week too?
Felix: i’ll leave you to Jeongin at night
Felix: but i’d like company
Felix: after we post the video
Felix: since there might be
Felix: negative attention

Chan: Yes, of course, if Jeongin doesn’t mind

Jeongin: Not at all, I’ll text you the code too 💗

Getting permission to work from home wasn’t hard, considering Chan’s direct colleagues were Changbin and Jisung who were very much on board with the whole plan. Not that he’d gotten much work done the first day, considering Jeongin had dropped by in the morning and they’d talked for literally hours to plan their scene.

Jeongin had gone over every possible scenario and gone over the do’s and don’ts, what Chan would and wouldn’t like, what he consented to and what he didn’t, since if all went according to plan Chan wouldn’t be able to consent when it was actually happening. It was impressive to Chan how much thought Jeongin had given it, whereas Chan’s brain had been stuck on ‘getting fucked awake; Hot’, Jeongin had actually thought it all out to make it safe and consensual.

It wasn’t until Jeongin was a thousand percent certain Chan was on board with everything he had planned that he went back home, but only two hours later Felix had joined him and they’d stumbled right into another whirlwind of uploading his video, exposing Felix to the world as a camboy.

They had anticipated the video getting more attention than usual because of Felix’s participation, but what they hadn’t expected was for the video to spread like a wildfire through Felix’s fandom and for Felix to be #1 trending in the gaming category for the rest of the day. Chan was glad Felix had asked to stay with him, because while Chan was used to it at this point Felix had never experienced the amount of slutshaming coming his way after.

Sure, the amount of people losing their shit simping over Felix were far higher than the ones complaining, but Chan knew damn well that it tended to be the negative comments which stuck with people. So Chan was there, keeping Felix distracted from checking Twitter every few minutes, taking his phone from him and only occasionally sharing particularly sweet or funny tweets with Felix.

Occasional slutshaming, homophobic or delusional heartbroken comment aside, the trends were positive though, so when they finished their second movie Chan allowed Felix to have his phone back, just in time for Felix to see his OnlyFans hit one hundred thousand subscribers only a couple of hours after releasing the video.

They had celebratory sex after Felix hit the milestone, making it their mission to fuck on every surface in the suite. That night, they tried the dining table. After all, Jeongin had instructed Chan to be stretched and plugged every night so what better way to do that then to get fucked open?

“Sleep with me tonight, the bed is so large,” Chan whined, dragging Felix to his bedroom.

“I promised Jeongin to leave you at night, we don’t know when he’s coming to film his video, baby,” Felix replied, pouting just as hard.

“He can fuck me while you sleep next to me, it’ll be hot.”

“It would be, but this is his video and I don’t want to take over the response to the video with my presence, nor do I want people to jump on you for cheating while I’m right next to you in bed.”

“It’s not cheating, it’s a video, and I’ve already pretty much confessed I’m poly and in love with you all,” Chan replied, pouting harder.

“I know sweetheart, and I think it’s obvious I feel the same. But they don’t know, the viewers don’t know, and I don’t think they’re ready to know. I gotta ease them into it, okay?”

“When did you get so mature,” Chan grumbled, though he couldn’t deny Felix was right. So, they kissed and cuddled some more before parting their way into separate bedrooms. Chan’s insomnia was fueled by nerves and excitement and adrenaline for the possible visit of Jeongin, and each time he was about to drift off some thought popped into his mind again or his plug shifted and woke him up again. Chan never slept, and Jeongin never came.

The next day was much the same, though Chan did get some work done that day. That night Felix and him fucked in the bathtub, and when alone in bed Chan felt a bit pent up again but he did eventually fell asleep. Jeongin never came though.

Night three he was fully relaxed and by night four he no longer even thought about Jeongin visiting him at night, he fully expected him to come on the very last night at this point. Felix had gone extra hard on him that night, tiring him down excessively, and that should’ve been a clue to Chan that perhaps Felix knew something Chan didn’t, but not for a single second had he been suspicious. He’d been too high on pleasure to think much at all, and after being worn down like that he fell asleep easily and deeply.

In fact, he slept so deep that he didn’t hear anyone enter the hotel room, nor did he notice anyone entering the room and tugging the blankets from the bed, exposing his naked body to the cool night air. He just slept comfortably and relaxed as Jeongin flicked on minimum lighting and crawled onto the bed with a video camera in his hand, deciding to go for the same point-of-view style of filming as Seungmin had done and filming Chan’s naked, sleeping form.

Jeongin kept his movements quiet and slow, making sure not to jostle Chan and pause each time he detected a change in Chan’s rhythm of breathing. He didn’t want Chan to wake up, not before he had his cock deep inside him. Chan had asked to be fucked awake, and Jeongin was going to do whatever he could to make it happen.

Chan had been laying on his side, but Jeongin ever so slowly nudged him to lay flat on his back, moving his body in small increments to make it feel like Chan’s own movements and not wake him up in the process. Jeongin took a moment to just look down at Chan, letting his hands glide over the soft, bare, skin, and reflected if he could do this. They’d spent so much time making sure Chan was consenting that Jeongin hadn’t taken the time to think about what fulfilling this mutual fantasy would be like for him.

It felt wrong, everything in his was screaming at him that it was wrong to do this to someone asleep, yet simultaneously it turned him on so much, the rush of power and adrenaline coursing through his veins like a wildfire. He wanted this. Chan wanted this. But it still felt wrong.

Not wrong enough to stop though, Jeongin decided after just watching Chan for a couple of minutes, focusing on Chan’s chest slowly rising and falling and his completely relaxed face in sleep. He looked at peace. Jeongin wanted to ruin him.

He slowly pushed Chan’s legs apart enough so he could kneel in between them and was pleased to find Chan had done his homework and was stretched and plugged for him already. Not that Jeongin didn’t want to take his time stretching Chan and making him fall apart finger by finger, but that’d wake him up in the process. They’d discussed the fantasy they both had elaborately, and Chan had been very clear on his part of it, he wanted to be fucked awake with a cock deep inside of him, not just fingers.

Jeongin would take his time with Chan on another occasion, if he was allowed to. Considering the meeting Chan had arranged for all eight of them, he thought it might just be in the books though… as long as he didn’t fuck this up. He didn’t want to be the one to give Chan a disappointing experience.

Before he could get too in his head about it Jeongin continued, wrapping his hand loosely around Chan’s cock and stroking it to full hardness at a snail’s pace, camera switching back and forth between focusing on Chan’s hardening cock and his sleeping face. Sometimes, Chan’s breath would halt or his muscles would twitch, and Jeongin would instantly stop until Chan’s breathing evened out again.

It was oddly exhilarating, like that Among Us game he’d watched Felix stream where he had to complete tasks while dodging the imposter, but here Jeongin had to complete his tasks without waking up Chan. If Chan wakes up before he completes his task, he loses.

Removing the plug was going to be tricky, especially since Chan was getting a bit more restless. Jeongins touches seemed to have spurred on a wet dream, since Chan was rolling his hips ever so slightly and letting out small moans in between breaths. So, Jeongin moved even slower, focusing on Chan’s breathing and moving along with it. Freezing on the inhale, gently pulling on the exhale, and repeat.

It took a couple of minutes this way, but Jeongin was nothing if not patient. Plus, getting to unabashedly stare at Chan naked was no punishment for Jeongin either. Jeongin silently put the plug on the nightstand, freezing for a second again when Chan let out a sad little whine and furrowed his brow. When Chan started clenching his asshole in addition to that Jeongin took a calculated risk and slipped two fingers inside of him. Instantly, Chan let out a pleased little sigh, his face relaxing and his breathing evening out again.

Jeongin had to stop himself from chuckling at Chan needing to be filled to sleep peacefully. “Slut,” he whispered under his breath, spreading Chan’s legs a little wider and grabbing the lube from the nightstand to coat himself in a thick layer of it. He’d supplied Felix with a plug that was equally thick as his cock, so he should be able to slide right in, hopefully without waking Chan up in the process.

Jeongin removed his fingers again, shuffled closer on his knees and slowly, ever so slowly, started pushing inside of Chan. Now this, this, was torture for Jeongin, because he wanted nothing more than to pound into Chan and wreck his ass but he couldn’t. Not yet. But Chan felt so fucking good around him, he had to bite his lip so hard he was pretty sure he broke skin just to keep quiet.

When he was fully sheathed inside Chan’s ass Chan was still sleeping peacefully, and Jeongin kept still to let Chan adjust for a couple of minutes.

When he was sure Chan was ready Jeongin smirked smugly, because he'd done it, he'd succeeded. From this point on, it'd be okay if Chan woke up. He didn't want to scare Chan awake though, so he fought his own desire for a little longer to shallowly and languidly fuck into Chan.

The angle wasn't ideal, it would've been much better if he'd turned Chan to lay on his front, but he’d feared it would've been too much of a change in position and it would have woken him up. Still, even if he couldn't go as deep as he wanted it still felt divine, and he couldn't stop himself from slightly picking up the pace.

Slowly, Chan’s breathing got more irregular, face and muscles twitching as he started waking up. Chan whimpered sleepily, not quite awake yet but starting to properly feel the pleasure of Jeongin fucking into him. “Hey baby,” Jeongin whispered, still keeping his thrusts fairly shallow and lazy to gently ease Chan awake, not wanting to startle him awake and make it a frightening experience.

Jeongin kept the camera focused on Chan’s face at this point, zoomed in to let the viewers catch the moment where Chan regained consciousness and realised what was happening. Chan’s jaw had fallen slack at this point, a trickle of drool running down his cheek, whimpery moans building in his throat as his eyelids started to twitch.

Any second now…

When Jeongin changed his angle and directly hit Chan’s prostate, Chan’s eyelids fluttered open and he choked out a gasp. Jeongin kept the pace lazy to keep Chan in that happily drowsy stage, but it was enough to punch moan after moan out of Chan, whining and whimpering with tears running down his cheeks, overwhelmed in the best way possible from all the sensations he woke up to. “J-Jeongin?” Chan whimpered, brain not functioning well enough to think to censor his name.

“Yeah baby, it’s me, you’re safe, you’re being so good for me,” Jeongin replied, not caring the least bit about his name getting exposed. “So, so, good,” he praised, smiling as Chan visibly basked in the praise, a dopey, pleased smile on his face while he let his body go lax again and let Jeongin use him as he pleased. “Good morning, baby.”

Chan whined out Jeongin’s name again in reply, voice high-pitched and sleepy, moving to wrap his arms and legs around Jeongin like a koala clinging to a eucalyptus tree. “Good, ‘t feels so good,” he mumbled, words slurred with sleep.

“I’m glad baby, it feels good for me too. You’re so good, just relax, I’ll take care of you,” Jeongin replied, unable to stop himself from smiling at the adorable sight of Chan sleepily snuggling up to him. Jeongin put the camera down on the night stand, half-assedly making sure it was pointed at them but mostly focused on Chan now. He couldn’t be bothered to hold the camera anymore, not when Chan was asking for full-body cuddles.

“I got you,” Jeongin whispered, gently dropping down on top of Chan so Chan could wrap his limbs around him tighter and capture his lips in a soft kiss. Jeongin happily let him, even if it greatly restricted his movements. Just the lazy grinding was enough. He hadn’t quite anticipated for the somnophilia session to turn into lazy lovemaking but if that was what Chan was craving Jeongin was more than happy to provide.

“I’m in love with you all, you know that right?” Chan mumbled drowsily, which made Jeongin smile and kiss him again.

“I do, and I think we all return the feeling, but I’m not the only person you should be confessing this to. Wait till we’re all together Saturday, sweetheart.”

“M’kay,” Chan replied, closing his eyes again and just smiling happily, letting both their orgasm build up slowly through the slow grind instead of racing towards it at breakneck speed like in the other videos. It was nice. Chan felt loved. Chan was loved. The pair got lost in each other, forgetting about the video entirely and just focusing on making each other feel good until their orgasms washed over them like a warm blanket.

Comfortable, warm, safe, loved. Chan was happy, even more so when Felix skipped into the room seconds after Jeongin remembered the camera and turned it off, though his brain was too sleepy to process this meant Felix must’ve been watching through a crack in the door. Together, Jeongin and Felix cleaned Chan up, and by the time they were done Chan was fast asleep again.

“I’ll call in sick for work and I’ll message Changbin and Jisung that Chan’s not working today, he deserves a day in bed. Can you take a day off too, Lixie?” Jeongin whispered.

“I make my own schedule these days, I got all the time in the world. Let’s nap~” Felix replied, already in bed with Chan by the time he finished his sentence.

“For how long have you been watching? Did you hear his confession?” Jeongin asked after a while of just cuddling up to Chan's other side silently.

“I did, yes.”

“How do you feel, about him not liking just you but the others as well?”

“It makes me very happy~”

“It does?” Jeongin asked, an undeniably hopeful tone lacing his words.

“Yeah, because it means that maybe this is okay too,” Felix said, taking Jeongin by surprise by suddenly leaning over Chan and giving Jeongin a quick kiss. "And it means that maybe I can do that more often?" he asked after laying back down, waiting for Jeongin's reaction.

Jeongin blushed so fiercely it could be seen even in the dim light of the bedroom, and he shyly took Felix’s hand and intertwined their fingers on top of Chan’s chest. “I’d really like that.”

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Chan was honestly glad that Jeongin had waited nearly the entire week to come visit him, because that meant he only had to wait one day before the entire group would be together and he could confess. One day which felt excruciatingly long, while simultaneously flying by since he was doused in attention by Jeongin and Felix.

The two of them combined took aftercare to the next level, even if neither of them had been rough with him the day before and he wasn’t strictly in need of the pampering. Still, he wasn’t going to reject it either, especially since Chan suspected they enjoyed it as much as he himself did. They let him sleep in, made him breakfast in bed and bathed him after. They tidied up the suite, they ordered pizza, they pampered him… Chan didn’t have to lift a finger all day.

Chan had struggled at first, wanting to help out, but then they’d threatened to handcuff him to make him stop, and when the threat didn’t work they’d actually handcuffed him to the bed, and then one thing led to another and Chan had ended up happily sated and docile. He behaved and hadn’t tried to help out again after that.

Felix had stress-baked an obscene amount of brownies, since apparently Chan wasn’t the only one nervous about confession-day, and the trio had happily eaten themselves into a chocolate-induced food coma and had passed out cuddled in bed together.

On the morning of their meeting it became apparent that Chan and Felix weren’t the only people going through it, considering the first beeps of the hotel room door being opened came at the ungodly hour of 6AM on a Saturday. Moments after Changbin shuffled into the bedroom, carrying a sleeping Jisung in his arms.

“Sorry, Sungie was spending the night at mine but I couldn’t sleep anymore so I figured I might as well be awake here,” Changbin whispered when his eyes met Chan, who had also been awake already. Changbin gently deposited Jisung in the bed to let him continue sleeping and then leaned in to give Chan a quick kiss. “I’ll wait in the living room, I don’t think we can fit five people in one bed~”

“Wait, I’ll join you,” Chan whispered back, slipping out of the bed, tip-toeing after Changbin and closing the door behind them to allow the other three to catch some more sleep. “Hey,” he whispered sleepily, shoving Changbin onto the sofa in the suite’s living room and plopping down on his lap.

“Hey pup, did you have a good time with Jeongin?”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“Pup?”

Chan nodded with a sleepy, shy, smile as he snuggled up to Changbin. “I had a great time with Innie, he was very gentle.”

“Good, I’m glad. How do you feel now that you’ve finished your little streaming project?”

“A lot. Giddy, excited, accomplished, sad-”

“Sad? Why sad? Did we do anything wrong?” Changbin instantly interrupted Chan, brow furrowed in concern.

“No, no, you were all perfect! Sad, because it’s over and I might never get to do it again.”

“Pup, baby,” Changbin cooed, wrapping his arms around Chan’s waist. “I’m pretty confident that you’ve already boyfriended the entire group in all but the official label. Today… is just a formality, an agreement of where the others stand with each other. I promise you’ll be doing all of it again, and more.”

“You really think so? I’m so nervous,” Chan replied, pouting at Changbin.

“I’m certain,” Changbin replied. “C’mhere,” he mumbled, tugging Chan into a lazy kiss. “Spoiler, I like you.”

“Binnie,” Chan whispered, eyes watery and basically throwing himself into another suffocatingly tight hug. “I like you too.”

“See, not that scary,” Changbin grinned wide, returning the hug. “You already know Felix is in love with you, and I know from reliable sources Sungie is as well. If anything I’m the one who should be scared, since you have everyone wrapped around your pinky finger already, but I don’t. I want to give this a try, to make this a proper poly situation instead of just a Chan harem, but I have no idea if the others do too.”

“See, I have reason to be nervous, because that’s what I want too! I don’t just want to have 7 boyfriends, I want those 7 boyfriends to be each other’s boyfriends as well. I want to go on group dates and be stuck in cuddle piles!”

“We’ll know soon enough, pup. How about we go prepare breakfast to kill some time and forget about the nerves for a while?”

“Yeah… that sounds good… I want waffles!”

“Then waffles it is,” Changbin replied, nudging Chan to get up and heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

About twenty minutes later, the others were awoken to the scents and sounds of the breakfast being cooked. Not the delicious scent of fresh waffles Chan and Changbin had been hoping for though. No, they were awoken by the smoke alarm going off and the scent of extremely burned waffles, accompanied by the sounds of a panicked Chan and Changbin trying to extinguish the small fire they’d caused.

“So much for that deposit,” Jeongin mumbled after the group stumbled out of bed and towards the noise, staring at the scene with a look of disappointment while Jisung - to absolutely no one’s benefit - joined in on the panicking while Felix actually successfully put out the fire.

“Why didn’t you wait for me to wake up?” Felix asked at the pair in sleepy exasperation. “I could’ve made you waffles!”

“I- I wanted to take care of you guys because you’ve been taking care of me,” Chan replied, pouting.

“I wanted to prove I’m boyfriend material,” Changbin added with a matching pout.

Felix sighed and nudged the pair out of the kitchen. “Move over, I’ll make you guys waffles. Someone open a window please, it stinks in here.”

Everyone got to work then (except for Changbin and Chan who’d been told to sit on the sofa and stay there and not touch anything else), and just as Felix finished cleaning the kitchen and got ready to start baking waffles the door to the hotel room opened again and the three remaining men walked in.

“What’s that smell?” Minho’s voice called out instantly, nose scrunched in disgust.

“Don’t ask,” Felix replied, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you guys were doing wax play without me! I’ve always wanted to photograph that!” Hyunjin added excitedly upon smelling the lingering smokey scent like a bunch of candles had just been blown out.

“So, which one of you was it?” Seungmin asked then, having put the pieces together after looking at the smoke stain on the ceiling above the stove. “Jisung?”

“Hey! I had nothing to do with this! It was those two with muscles for brains,” Jisung replied defensively. “Can’t believe you’d think I’d do that.”

“You did panic with them and make it worse,” Jeongin commented drily, to which Jisung slapped a hand over Jeongin’s mouth to prevent him from elaborating on exactly how Jisung had made things worse.

“Channie can’t help it, he’s just a pup,” Seungmin cooed, stepping up to Chan and scratching him under his chin. “Hey baby~” Chan instantly leaned into the touch and had his eyes glaze over a little. “You’re an idiot though,” Seungmin added, turning to and smirking at Changbin.

“Hey! I was just trying to be nice,” Changbin replied with a pout, crossing his arms in a way that had Seungmin too distracted staring at them to make any more sassy remarks.

“Waffles are ready!” Felix called out from the dining section of the suite then, and the group hungrily migrated over, grabbed a seat and started piling waffles onto their plates.

“I don’t think I can contain this any longer so let me just get this over with before eating,” Chan said the moment they were all properly seated, knowing he wouldn’t be able to just have breakfast and pretend they weren’t all here for a purpose. “I never expected for any of this to happen when I first started streaming… I just wanted to make some extra cash to get by.”

“I never expected many people to watch my streams, and I never expected to befriend people who watched my streams in the process. I never expected to meet those people, I never expected to film videos with them, and I most definitely never expected to fall in love along the way… let alone with seven men simultaneously,” Chan said, hands trembling slightly with nerves. “But here I am now anyway, in love… with all of you.”

Changbin opened his mouth to reply, but Chan interrupted him before he could. “Please, let me just get this all out before I lose the courage. I know it’s greedy and selfish of me to want all of you, to ask you to consider being willing to not only have me but to share me with seven other people, without even knowing if any of you are poly. It’s not that I’m not jumping for joy with each of you that returns my feelings, it’s not that just one of you isn’t enough for me, but I have a large heart with a lot of love to give.”

“Before I reply, what is your ideal outcome here? How would you see all eight of us work? Would you spend one day a week with each boyfriend or what?” Minho asked, tone neutral for now.

“No…no, if we’re talking about an ideal outcome, that wouldn’t be it,” Chan replied. “The ideal outcome is that it’s not just me, but all of us… like we are now, all eight of us living together, preferably all loving each other,” Chan said, a blush staining his cheeks.

“I’ve honestly never considered a poly relationship before,” Minho replied, and Chan’s hopeful smile dropped a little. “But I’m not opposed to it either,” he added, and Chan instantly perked up a little again.

“Really? With all of us?”

“Well, I can’t speak for others, but I’ll need to grow into it. I have feelings for you, and I don’t think Jisung and I have been very subtle about seeing each other, I have feelings for him too. For the others, not yet, and I can’t force that just to make you happy, much as I might want to. But… I do see the potential to develop feelings for everyone, and may already have a crush or two which aren’t full-fledged feelings yet,” Minho added, glancing at Seungmin.

“So I’m willing to give it a try… and if it turns out it’s just you and Jisung I can have feelings for, then I’m okay with sharing both of you with each other and the others. I’ve seen you have sex with them, obviously, and I didn’t feel jealousy over it. It just made me happy to see you taken care of.”

“I think I’d like to give it a try as well,” Hyunjin chimed in next. “As an idol, I don’t have much free time, and I’d feel bad for not giving my partner the attention they deserve… but if they have seven other boyfriends to get attention from then that actually seems like a perfect setup to me. Plus, I can go on group dates without getting in a dating scandal, there’s no way they’d think a group outing is a date… actually, it’s perfect!” Hyunjin said, sounding more excited each word he spoke. “Obviously, it’s not just for convenience, just like Minho I have feelings for several people in the group already and feel like I could love all.”

“Hyunjin?” Changbin chimed in suddenly, turning to face Hyunjin.

“Yes?”

“Will you go on a date with me?” Changbin asked, grinning wide, eyes sparkling, that one question giving enough information to say Changbin was on board as well.

“...You’re paying.”

“Of course! Oh my god, I got a date with the Hwang Hyunjin!” Changbin cheered, barely able to contain his excitement, leaning over the table to high-five Jisung, knocking at least two glasses over in the process.

“Well, in that case,” Seungmin said, standing up amidst the chaos Changbin had just caused and moving over to Minho. He suddenly grabbed a fistfull of Minho’s hair - who was taken completely off-guard since he’d been busy scolding Changbin for knocking over his drink - and used his grip to turn Minho’s head to face him. He smashed their lips together aggressively, and after a second of processing what had just happened Minho eagerly responded.

The two seemed to battle for dominance in the kiss which was a fascinating - and arousing - sight for all around them, and neither of them let up until they had to pull apart to gasp for air. “I won’t submit to you,” Minho snapped, to which Seungmin just smirked and walked off to return to his seat.

“We’ll see about that, kitten,” Seungmin said before pausing as he passed Chan to give him a far more gentle kiss, and then moving on to sit back down. “I’m in.”

“I could genuinely cry with joy right now, but don’t feel pressured into anything by Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin and Seungmin agreeing to give it a try,” Chan said, smiling kindly at the men who hadn’t replied yet. “It’s also okay not to give an answer right now.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t doubting, I was busy trying to process what I just witnessed and busy thinking about how many of the men around this table could pick me up and toss me around and busy doing some mental gay-math on how many cocks I can take at once,” Jisung mumbled, eyes darting from Chan to Changbin to Minho to Seungmin. “I need more holes.”

“I take it back, I don’t want to date him,” Seungmin commented drily, scrunching his nose in mock-disgust at Jisung’s crude words.

“Yes you doooo~” Jisung replied, instantly moving over to Seungmin and depositing himself in his lap. “I can be a good kitten for you too~”

“No you can’t, you’re a demon,” Minho commented, while Chan just smiled fondly at the antics. The chaos was exactly like he’d imagined, it was everything he’d dreamed of and more. He liked that despite him starting the confessions it already felt like a group thing, not just them giving Chan an individual reply.

“Sungie’s more of a squirrel than a cat anyway… looks cute, is actually an annoying pest,” Changbin agreed, to which Jisung just pouted harder.

“See?” Minho nodded. “Squirrels don’t make good pets.”

“With my training, anyone can be a good pet,” Seungmin replied with a dangerous smile that had Jisung squirming in his lap, wondering if he was playing with fire already. Seungmin hooked his arm around Jisung’s waist, preventing him from leaving his lap. He tore off a piece of waffle and held it to Jisung’s lips the moment he stopped squirming. “Good boy.” Jisung just about choked on the piece of waffle as he realised he was being trained with treats like a pup, while the other men’s attention turned to Felix, who was starting to get fidgety and obviously eager to speak up.

“I have so much love to give,” Felix said, buzzing with excitement, smiling so bright that it was blinding. “I can’t wait to take you all out of dates I’m going to love you all so hard… actually I kind of already do, I fall easy and I fall hard, I guess that’s why I ended up blurting out my premature love confession to Chan too,” Felix said with a sheepish smile. “I’m still sorry for springing that on you but I’m not sorry for what it led to. Can I kiss you all?”

There was a series of happy nods around the table, and Felix was passed from lap to lap (much to Jisung disappointment because it meant evacuating Seungmin’s lap, and then joy again when he found himself with a lapful of Felix) to give them each a kiss. He landed in Jeongin’s lap last, who seemed preoccupied by his phone at the moment, making Felix pout hard. “You’re not in?”

“Lixie, don’t pressure him,” Chan gently remarked.

“What’re you so busy with?” Felix ignored Chan, still pouting at Jeongin.

“One second, my real estate agent says she found me a great eight-bedroom place so I need to plan a viewing of it before someone else does,” Jeongin replied, finally looking up from his phone when the table suddenly went dead silent, including Felix in his lap. “What?”

“You’re buying us an apartment?!”

“No, I’m buying me an apartment large enough to host all of us, it’s a good investment and public dates will be hard with idols among us,” Jeongin said, smiling at Hyunjin for a second. “We can all keep our own apartments, it’s just another safe space that accommodates us all.”

“So… that means you’re in, right?” Felix asked hopefully.

“I’m in if you’ll model for my brand.”

“Oh shush,” Felix giggled, leaning in to complete his circle of kisses by pressing his lips to Jeongin’s. “Of course I will.”

“I can’t believe I initiated this and Felix gets to be passed around first,” Chan said with a dramatic sigh.

“Hey! You got to kiss everyone individually before, let me have this,” Felix replied, sticking his tongue out at Chan teasingly while getting comfortable in Jeongin’s lap.

“So… what now?” Hyunjin asked after a beat of silence where they all looked a little lost on how to proceed.

“Now, we eat. Felix worked hard on these waffles and it’d be disrespectful to let them go to waste,” Minho chimed in, and everyone happily agreed and started digging in. “And after, we’ll take care of Chan. Together. Since he wants to get passed around.”

Chan promptly broke out into a coughing fit, choking on his piece of waffle, looking at Minho with both fear and excitement. Did Minho really just casually announce an orgy? “The hot tub on the rooftop terrace is big enough to accommodate eight, plus this is the highest building so no one will be able to see us,” Jeongin replied, ignoring the way Chan’s eyes went even wider.

“Great, I brought silicone lube!” Minho replied to Jeongin enthusiastically, and the whole group quickly realised Minho and Jeongin were dangerous when paired together. That didn’t stop any of them from eating at the speed of light though, eager to see just what the dangerous duo had in store for them.

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It wasn’t long after that the entire group found itself naked in the jacuzzi. While not all of them had been intimate together, they’d all watched each other’s videos (extensively, an embarrassing amount of times for a few of them). So they’d all seen each other naked before, which eliminated a lot of initial awkwardness there might otherwise have been. Now, the group was just comfortable and openly checking each other out with a lust-filled gaze.

Jisung had instantly clambered onto Minho’s lap, despite the jacuzzi being plenty big enough for all eight to have their own seat. Minho, in proper Minho fashion, pretended to be annoyed by it, while simultaneously holding Jisung’s waist pinned down underwater to prevent him from leaving.

Felix had taken this as his signal to do the same, climbing over several laps to end up straddling Chan. “Hi~”

“Hey baby,” Chan replied, smiling warmly and giving Felix a kiss that was entirely too soft and doting for the situation.

“You’ve had him for days already Lixie, don’t be greedy!” Hyunjin said, paddling over to playfully shove Felix off Chan’s lap and take his place.

“My video had the most views though, don't I deserve to be first now too then?” Felix replied teasingly.

“You only had the most views because you're famous and you unmasked, if I'd done the same mine would definitely have had the most views,” Hyunjin shot back, getting comfortable in Chan's lap. “Besides, I didn't get to fuck him yet.”

“Neither did I!” Changbin chimed in.

“You got him to fuck you Bin, that doesn't count, that’s still fucking,” Hyunjin replied. “I'm first.”

“In all this time you guys just spent bickering, two people could've fucked him already. Get on with it or I'll go first,” Minho interjected in a feigned bored tone.

“I wanna be last, I like it messy~“ Jisung said, wiggling in Minho’s lap to get comfortable and enjoy the show.

“You can cockwarm me then, while you wait,” Minho said, and Jisung instantly started repositioning himself on top of Minho to comply. “You’re wearing a plug?” Minho’s surprised tone came seconds later, to which Jisung just giggled and shrugged his shoulders.

“I came here with expectations.”

“You damn menace,” Minho growled out, voice heavy with lust. “Sit up for a bit, ass above the water, I can’t apply lube like this. Besides, the others would love to see your cute little butt, won’t they?”

Minho winked at Hyunjin, who flashed him a grateful smirk in return. Minho wasn’t just getting to fuck Jisung, he’d also effectively distracted the others from Chan which meant Hyunjin could make his move. “Turn around, baby. Knees on the bench, bend over the edge so your ass is out of the water too.”

Chan was quick and eager to comply, instantly flopping over and scrambling to kneel on the bench, exposing his torso to the cool air. The jacuzzi was at the edge of the rooftop terrace, surrounded by nothing but high glass walls, and if Chan looked down he could look right into surrounding buildings. Their building was the highest in the area, so no one could actually see them, but the hint of public exhibition still sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“You just wanna be watched always, don’t you, slut? Being a camboy isn’t enough?” Hyunjin said, noticing the way Chan had zoned out staring down at the street below. “Lucky for you, you still have an audience of seven. A very interactive, enthusiastic, audience. Better make sure to look and sound pretty for them. How about you let them hear how good I make you feel?” Hyunjin said before grabbing Chan’s plump ass in his hands, spreading it and diving down to boldly lap at Chan’s rim.

“Yes, sir,” Chan whined in reply, and he could feel Hyunjin’s fingers digging into the flesh of his ass a little deeper at the honorific.

“Good boy,” Hyunjin mumbled against Chan’s rim, the vibration of it instantly followed by Hyunjin’s warm tongue digging into his ass sending Chan into a delirious spiral of pleasure. He moaned out, scrambling to place his hands on the glass barrier beside the jacuzzi to hold himself up.

He was soon repositioned though as Seungmin sat on the edge of the jacuzzi and hauled Chan’s torso in his lap so his mouth would be perfectly aligned with Seungmin’s cock, which Chan happily took advantage of, and Jeongin sat down next to Seungmin and took one of Chan’s hands and placed it on his cock.

Chan relinquished all control basically, with his mouth on Seungmin and a hand on Jeongin and Hyunjin grabbing his hips. He had only one free hand left to hold himself up, but it was perfect. He moaned and drooled sloppily around Seungmin’s cock when Hyunjin pushed a finger in along with his tongue, trembling in pure enjoyment and already feeling himself hurling towards an orgasm.

By now, Jisung was sitting on Minho’s cock as instructed, both of them blatantly staring at Hyunjin eating out Chan, Minho’s hands wrapped around Jisung’s tiny waist to keep him from squirming. Meanwhile Felix had made his way to Changbin after getting shoved off Chan’s lap, boldly sitting down on Changbin’s lap instead and giving him a hungry once-over, small hands tracing over the bulging muscles of his arms and chest in admiration. “Hey big boy, I don’t think we’re properly acquainted yet… would you like to be?~”

“Yes- Oh, fuck, yes, hell yes,” Changbin mumbled frantically, as if he could barely believe the Lee Felix was naked on his lap right now, which made Felix burst out in giggles, grabbing Changbin’s hands and moving them to place them on his ass. “Well go on then, I’m yours~”

Chan couldn’t see what was going on, but he could hear, and even if it wasn’t for Hyunjin’s tongue up his ass he’d still be filled with pleasure at the knowledge that his dreams were coming true. This wasn’t just about him anymore, the men were exploring each other as well, this was everything he’d ever dreamed of and more. He didn’t have some pseudo-harem, he had seven boyfriends.

Chan pulled off Seungmin’s cock to gasp for breath, looking over his shoulder for a moment to take in the other men messing around. “More, please, Jinnie, fuck me, please,” Chan whined then, pouting at Hyunjin as he was filled with a burning desire at the sight of the other men pleasuring each other. Hyunjin had applied a generous amount of lube and had worked three fingers into him by now, but it wasn’t enough.

“I like to take my time, you should know this by now.”

“This is not the moment to be taking your time,” Chan snapped back.

“For once I’m inclined to agree with Chan,” Seungmin added. “We’re all waiting to have our turn.”

“You’re making it sound like he’s a toy for us to use.”

“He is,” Seungmin said, lifting his hand to run his fingers through Chan’s hair. “Aren’t you? Our communal fleshlight. Our sweet pup~”

“Y-yes,” Chan replied, lust clouding his eyes.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” Chan replied more confidently, eyes fixed on Seungmin’s.

“Good boy,” Seungmin smiled brightly, leaning in to give Chan a quick peck on the lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Hyunjin groaned, instantly sounding a lot less patient and fumbling to pull his fingers out of Chan so he could replace it with his length, sliding right into him without stalling anymore.

“Holy, fuck, you’re huge,” Chan grunted out, gasping for breath as he tried to adjust to the sudden adjustment. Sure, he’d begged for it, but it was still a lot to take in. Hyunjin was a lot to take in.

Hyunjin seemed to sense it though, stilling inside of him and giving him the time he needed to adjust, slowly rubbing his thumb on Chan’s hip to calm him down. “So well, you’re doing so well. Making me feel so good,” Hyunjin piled on praises, and Chan was positively vibrating with it, his praise kink thoroughly stimulated.

“I’m good?” Chan asked with pleading puppy eyes, obviously fishing for compliments, which the men were more than happy to indulge in.

“The very best,” Jeongin replied, and the way Chan beamed at them made them want to protect Chan from the evils of the world. He was so precious, it was hard to believe this innocent happy marshmallow was the same guy as the demon who fucked himself for donations on live streams. Chan’s duality was wild, and they were very eager to explore more of it.

Hyunjin leaned over Chan to drag Seungmin into a sloppy kiss, needing to distract himself from how good Chan felt around him to stop himself from thrusting in deeper. The movement still made him twitch inside of Chan though, who mewled out in reply.

“I’m ready now, fuck me, please,” Chan whined impatiently, whimpering in pleasure as he started to rock back on Hyunjin’s length.

“Look at him, so desperate to get fucked,” Seungmin commented with that slightly mocking tone that hit Chan somehow just as hard as the praise did, especially when the two were intermingled into giving him a whiplash from the praise and degradation.

“Suck,” Seungmin commanded once Hyunjin had complied and started fucking into Chan at a steady pace. Chan happily did so, and soon enough the rooftop terrace was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping together from Chan and Hyunjin and from Felix and Changbin, the pittyful whining from Jisung who wanted to get fucked instead of just warm Minho as well, the wet sounds of spit being exchanged and the mixture of moans and choking sounds coming from Chan getting deepthroated by Seungmin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Hyunjin moaned out, gripping Chan’s hips a little tighter.

“So soon?” Seungmin asked in the same mocking tone he’d used on Chan, and it only served to hurl Hyunjin towards the edge ten times faster.

“Inside, please,” Chan begged in reply, and that was enough to push Hyunjin over the edge. He came for what felt like ages, and when he pulled out he took a moment to watch his cum drip out of Chan into the water below.

“Nasty,” Jeongin mumbled, though his tone was more excited than disgusted.

Hyunjin stepped back, only to be tugged right into the sated cuddle pile Changbin and Felix had started, who’d apparently lasted even less long than Hyunjin himself had. Not that Chan was giving the chance to enjoy watching the cuddle pile, before Chan could even reposition Seungmin had moved to take Hyunjin’s place, able to thrust right in since Hyunjin was the biggest of all of them and had perfectly prepped Chan for the rest to come.

Chan gasped out, dropping his torso in Jeongin’s lap instead so he could keep his mouth occupied again, fearing he’d moan loud enough for the entire hotel to hear if he didn’t. Felix paddled over to the group after cuddling and kissing Hyunjin for a while, draping himself over Jeongin’s side to watch Chan suck him off while Felix started playing with Jeongin’s nipples. “He’s so good, isn’t he?” Felix asked, and Jeongin could only moan in return when Chan looked up at them with unfocused eyes.

“You’re far gone already, aren’t you? Cute,” Felix mumbled when he noticed the content far-away look in Chan’s eyes. “Our cute little toy~”

Seungmin’s pace was brutal from the start, grabbing Chan’s waist so hard it was sure to leave bruises, and Chan loved it. He hoped he could see all the marks and bruises for days to come, because right now it all felt like a blur. He felt Seungmin touch him and at the same time he didn’t, he was floating so high on his little cloud of love and pleasure.

“Good boy, good pup,” Seungmin praised, and Chan clenched around him in a way that had Seungmin lose his composure and moan out loud. Seungmin came shortly after that, and Jeongin took his place as quickly as Seungmin had taken Hyunjin’s, nearly shoving Felix off him in his haste to get to Chan. “Sorry,” Jeongin mumbled when Felix pouted at him, getting shoved off a second time now, but they both knew Felix understood, who wouldn’t be eager to get to Chan’s ass after all?

“It’s okay, cutie. Be careful with him, keep his head above the water, I’m not entirely sure he’s capable of keeping himself up anymore,” Felix said, placed a kiss on Jeongin’s cheek and then happily paddled over to Minho and Jisung when Jisung made grabby hands for him. He clambered onto Jisung’s lap, ignoring Minho’s groan at the now combined weight on top of him and the way Felix’s weight pressed Jisung deeper down on him, and started kissing Jisung instead.

“Jisung,” Minho said, tone warning, but he was happily ignored in favour of making out with Felix, tangling his fingers in Felix’s hair and letting their tongues dance lewdly.

“Brats, have it your way then,” Minho said, gripping Jisung’s hips to keep them in place and roughly fucking up into him. Jisung gasped out into Felix’s mouth, tears of pleasure and sensitivity after waiting for so long pooling in his eyes instantly. Minho didn’t give him time to adjust to the change of paste, why would he, when he’d been sitting on his cock and adjusting for ages already?

Jisung clawed at Felix’s back, who happily took the abuse, and his moans mixed beautifully with the ones Chan was letting out because of Jeongin. No. Wait. It wasn’t even Jeongin anymore, it was Changbin now. When had Changbin even gotten up? Everything felt like a blur and time was just a concept when surrounded by so many beautiful men who were eager to fuck each other.

By the time Changbin finished, which took considerably longer since he’d already came once inside of Felix, Minho was solidly out of patience as well. He nudged Felix off Jisung’s lap and got up with his cock still deep inside of Jisung. He waddled them over to Chan, grabbed Jisung’s cock to position it at Chan’s entrance and thrust into Jisung again, making him fuck into Chan in return.

“I wanted to be last,” Jisung whined, and Minho just chuckled and fucked into him again.

“You still get to feel the cum of five other men in there, it’s plenty nasty already… plus however much of Chan’s cum is in the water already, how many times did he cum?”

“We lost count, but the jacuzzi is definitely going to need a change of water,” Hyunjin replied, because Chan couldn’t even form words anymore at this point. He was just resting his head on Hyunjin’s thighs, who’d tugged Chan into his lap because he was gonna end up drowning if they didn’t keep him up, lips drawn into a content smile.

“I’m not gonna last,” Jisung whined some more, already on the brink of orgasm.

“He’s had five cocks already, believe me he doesn’t mind, it’s probably a blessing for his abused ass if you only last a few seconds at this point,” Minho replied, tone amused.

“I didn’t last seconds! I’ve been warming you for ages and you’ve been fucking me! I have great stamina,” Jisung replied, even whinier than before.

Minho just smirked and readjusted his angle to fuck right into Jisung’s prostate, and the younger instantly let out a scream and added his cum to the obscene mixture already inside of Chan. At this point, it was so much that it came leaking right back out of Chan around Jisung’s cock, coating Jisung’s cock and pubic area in cum.

“See… you wanted nasty, you got nasty,” Minho smiled, pulling out of Jisung and depositing him in Felix’s lap for the cuddles he knew Jisung always needed after sex. He’d supply him with cuddles too of course, but right now he knew Chan needed them more.

“Come here, pup,” Minho said, tugging Chan into his arms and readjusting his limbs so Chan was clinging to his front like a koala.

“Empty… don’t want,” Chan complained, at which Minho rubbed his back gently.

“I’ll get you filled up in a second, just wanna get you over to the outdoor shower so we can get you cleaned up right after and get you plugged up and cuddled up into bed. You want a cuddle pile, don’t you, pup?”

“Cuddle!” Chan replied, wiggling happily in Minho’s arms, who groaned at how much harder that made it to carry Chan.

“I’ll help,” Changbin said, noticing the way Minho was straining, grabbing Chan’s waist from behind to help keep him up. Together, they managed to manoeuvre Chan out of the tub and towards the outdoor shower, which had already been turned on to a comfortable temperature by Seungmin.

“There we go, good boy,” Minho said once they got Chan situated under the stream, sliding right back inside of Chan. Chan mewled happily in reply, leaning his back against Changbin’s chest, legs still wrapped around Minho’s waist, and happily going lax and deadweight in their arms. Together, they could easily handle his weight though.

The others happily crowded around them while Minho languidly fucked into Chan, washing Chan’s hair and body. Chan squirmed in oversensitivity when Seungmin wrapped a soaped up hand around his cock and started jerking him off slowly, in time with Minho rolling his hips.

“C-can’t, M-min,” Chan cried, though it wasn’t clear which ‘Min’ he was talking to.

“Yes you can, one more, ” Seungmin replied, continuing without remorse as Chan’s whole body started trembling. “Come on, good boy, you can do it.”

“Can’t, can’t, can’t,” Chan cried, tears mixing with the water of the shower, but while he was still crying that he couldn’t he suddenly came again, the orgasm dry but so intense it made his whole body lock up. He cried out so loud they were bound to get some complaints, his vision went white, and by the time he came to again Minho was pulling out of him, another load of cum dripping out of his ass, and the emptiness felt wrong. “Empty, no, no-”

“Shhh, don’t worry baby, we’re just cleaning you up, then we’ll get you plugged up, okay?” Minho said, quickly sliding two fingers into Chan to appease him. “There, see, just cleaning,” Minho said, taking mercy on Chan and avoiding his prostate entirely, knowing Chan might actually break if they stimulated him any more.

“I’ve never seen someone like this before,” Felix said, gently massaging shampoo into Chan’s curls.

“Like what?”

“So… out of it, subspace, I guess? He looks so carefree.”

“Is it… does it bother you? I’m sorry, we’ve all made those kink lists but that was for what you’re comfortable doing with Chan we should’ve made them for group activities and what you’re comfortable watching before doing this as well,” Minho replied after slipping the plug into Chan, looking at Felix both concerned and guilty.

“No, no, I’m not uncomfortable! I think it’s beautiful, it’s just new,” Felix said, washing the last of the soap off Chan and smiling comfortingly at Minho. “Though making those lists again as a group would be a good idea, there’s some things I don’t wanna try myself but would like to watch… and maybe there’s some new things I’d like to try after watching all those streams and seeing… this,” he mumbled, staring into Chan’s unfocused eyes as he got handed over to Hyunjin and Jeongin who wrapped him in a fluffy towel. “It seems relaxing.”

“It should be,” Seungmin replied. “We can try, if you want to. We’ll make those lists again and figure out what everyone wants.”

“Want… cuddles,” Chan replied with a giggle, making grabby hands for the men around him. “And Lixie, didn’t have Lixie,” he added with a pout.

“Can’t believe you’re so out of it but still manage to keep track of whose cock has been inside of you,” Jisung replied, sounding impressed.

“I can fuck you in bed Channie, don’t worry~”

“Please, we just showered, I don’t wanna clean the sheets, let’s-” Minho replied, but before he could finish Felix had taken Chan’s hand and basically dashed off, dragging the dazed older man behind him.

“Felix! Come back”

“No, I’m kidnapping Chan~” Felix called after him, tugging Chan into the master bedroom.

“Looks like we’ve got not one, but two brats on our hands,” Seungmin said, smirking at the pair on the bed. “How do you guys feel about taming them?”

“I can’t wait,” Minho returned the smirk, but before Seungmin and Minho could even stalk towards the pair Jisung and Hyunjin came running in and piled on top of the pair, starting the cuddle pile Chan had requested.

“Make it four brats,” Jeongin commented dryly.

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Changbin replied, cracking his knuckles and flexing his biceps in an entirely unnecessary but very welcome display of strength. “I’m very glad to have met you guys, and I can’t wait to get to know you all better, we’re going to have the best of times.”

Meanwhile, the bed was one big tangle of limbs, to the point where it was unclear where one man began and the other ended. “How’re you feeling, Channie?” Felix asked softly when he noticed Chan just staring up at the ceiling with a dopey grin on his face.

“I’ve never felt better, feel like I’m on cloud nine… no wait, it’s eight of us… cloud eight, is that a thing? I love you guys, fuck, I shouldn’t be admitting that one hour into dating, I-” Chan rambled, only to be shut up by Felix pressing a firm kiss to his lips.

“Love you too~”