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It was 2 am in the morning. Somewhere in an old warehouse, the location? Not even God knows where.

Music blasted from big speakers over three different floors. The bass was pumping through Minhos veins like the alcohol and blood that had mixed over the past hours.

How did he end up here? - It started innocently a week ago.

Jeongin, his younger roommate for his student exchange year in Germany, had asked him to come along to some house party.

If he knew beforehand that they would end up leaving the initial party only two hours later to attend an after show rave one hour away from there, he would have said no.

But with already to much alcohol in his blood, after maybe undermining how strong German alcohol could be, they ended up getting on a train to an unknown destination that he couldn't even pronounce if he tried to. They pre gamed in the train, after more guys who had joined them on their way had brought along more beers from a Späti.

It was cold out at the train station in the small city. The walk to the place didn't made it better until they got shoved through the door of the building, which you could already make out meters away as the music crept through the cracks of the old brick walls.

Inside was something Minho couldn't even describe. Not even hongdae had floors this crammed and full with energy.

The air was hot, sticky and barely breathable. But you wouldn't even care with the alcohol percentage the average person had in their veins.

They original group spread apart. Jeongin pulled him along until they reached a bar somewhere to the right.

The German guy they were with recommend "Jägermeister" to Minho. Another word he couldn't pronounce for the live of him. It apparently had a minty taste, something Minho should like as he enyojed the mint chocolate chip ice cream they had gotten a few days ago.

After a group tost everyone downed their cups. The minty flavour spread on Minhos tongue and then the effect of the actual alcohol started to settle in his throat and the aftertaste. Jeongin coughed next to him and the German students who came along with them pointed at him laughing. Some other guy slurred something to Minho about holding his alcohol well in broken English.

They smaller group moved to the dance floor after grabbing a few more beers.

People were dancing, or well trying to while rutting their lower bodies together. Others were just making out at this point but there was a group doing dance steps he had never seen before. He curiously moved closer.

In his drunken state he didn't even notice his legs moving on their own trying to copy their moves. "Bro I'll show you how to do it !" Some guy slurred in a very mixed English- German way before he was pulled by his shoulders.

Jeongin took his beer from his hand and he was pulled in to the middle. They showed him in slow steps before speading up the moves. Maybe fifteen minutes later the crowd around the circle they were in was a roaring mess of German and English words, screams and shouts cheering them on. The DJ ended his set and so did the dance circle.

Random people were giving him high fives and shoulder pats before their original group had recollected and moved somewhere in the crowd.

Minho couldn't make out the entrance anymore if he wanted to. So the rave kept going and the hours passed by bringing it back to the current time.

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He had left Jeongin at the bar with someone he deemed trust worthy enough to look after the younger. Maybe Jeongin was already an adult but in comparison to Minho's 25 year old self still 4 years younger.

He tried to find his way through the crowd on the search for a toilet.

The litres of drinks he had consumed the past hours were painfully catching up to him.

He was already warned about what toilets were used for at these raves but he still didn't expect to see things that he saw, while trying to have his drunken self navigate through the building. The last few toilets were all occupied. Either for normal reasons but mostly for sex or drug use. The surfaces were clean enough so lines were laid and smoked what could be smoked.

After what felt like ages he found one seemingly only used for less worse things.

The tiles had tags and writing all over them, stickers plastered all around. It smelled bad but you just couldn't expect for anything to be clean.

He closed the door behind him. The loud music blended out a bit and his head could slowly form thoughts again.

The floor was sticky, like everywhere in the building. He would probably need to throw away these shoes afterwards.

Somewhere down the stall line he could hear muffled grunting and moans.

Over one stall top smoke was going up into the air vents.

He stepped out of the stall again and went to wash his hands.

The exhaustion was slowly settling in his bones now that he had a more quieter moment.

He should probably go back and find the younger and head out.

His phone showed a time of 2:13 am. More than appropriate to leave.

He stepped out the door when someone suddenly threw their arms around him.

"There you are Kevin!" A voice shouted.

He looked ahead, a broader build man approaching before his head whipped to the person hanging of his shoulders.

"Play along" the curly haired person begged quietly into his ear. Alarms went off inside him.

He grabbed the unknown person by the waist pulling them closer.

"Is that a friend of yours ?" He asked as the guy came to a hold a few meters away from them. The guy shook his head and disappeared through the crowd after turning his head back for a few more times.

Minho slowly let go of the person and they loosened their grip as well.

He turned his head and looked at the person. It was a boy with brown curled locks. He was probably only a few years younger.

"Thanks for the help, really, I appreciate it." The guy said. His eyes moving around nervously from what he could make out through flashing lights. Something felt off in Minhos gut.

"Are you trying to find the way out as well?" He asked. The boy nodded his head looking up at Minho with wide eyes.

"Then come along." He said and grabbed the curly haired guys arm before weaving together through the crowd.

"What's your name?" The guy asked stumbling after him.

He stopped at the stairs. "Minho, yours?" "Jisung." "Then let's continue getting out of here."

Jisung grabbed his hand firmly and they continued their way.

After maybe turning wrong a few times they reached the bar.

He spotted his roommates black mop of hair at the bar. Jeongin was still sitting there. His face lit up when he saw Minho. "That's what took you so long hyung!" he commented, mischievous smile spreading on his lips.

"We're getting out of here Iyen-ah." He said stern voice leaving no room for missinterpretation.

Jeongins smile fell, nodding and hopping of the bar stool.

Jisung reached out his other hand and Jeongin took it. Together they tried finding a way out of the maze.

After what felt like another hour they found a door to the oustide.

All three took a deep breath of fresh air.

"I think the train station is that way." Jeongin commented and pointed down a dark rubble road with a few flickering street lamps every few meters.

Jisung was still holding onto Minho's hand and they continued walking after the younger.

After some minutes they arrived at a barely lit train station and sat down on the old iron stools. Minho and Jeongin to the sides and Jisung in the middle.

His roommate pulled out his phone looking for a train connection. The next one would arrive in around 30 minutes.

Silence spread across all three. Everyone seemingly needed a moment after the past hours.

Minho looked to his side letting his eyes wander over the people next to him. Jeongin looked close to falling asleep now that the quiet was hitting them. Jisung next to him was still holding his hand.

Now that the lights weren't a flickering mess of colours he could see the boy properly. His hair was a messy blob of brown soft curls spreading in all directions. His face was puffy and round, cheeks taking a rosy colour from the could outside.

Minho could slowly feel the cold creeping through his hoody as well.

Jisung suddenly let go of his hand. Curly into a ball on the iron seat and wrapped his arms around his legs to keep warm.

He only noticed now the boy was wearing black fish tights, a dark brown coloured skirt and a wool pullover hanging off of one of his shoulders. Different sized silver necklaces hung layored around his neck and rings wrapped around his small fingers.

He was pretty.

They continued sitting in silence. The cold creeping inside their clothes.

Jisung was starting to shake like a leave next to them before Jeongin handed over his jacked. A small thanks left Jisungs lips before the jacked wrapped around his small curled frame.

Minutes passed and finally the trains lights approached from afar.

Both Jisung and Jeongin jumped up at the same time shouting a reliefed "finally".

All three entered the train laughing as it came to a stop and the doors opened.

They huddled inside the warm interior taking a four seater table. Jisung sat on to the right of Minho next to the window and Jeongin sat down across from them.

He spread out immediately and got comfortable. Jisung handed him back his jacket so he could lay down and rest a little.

The train started moving again and the dimly lit train platform disappeared from their view.

It was pitch black outside. No lights could be seen in the distance.

Jisung and Minho started a small hushed conversation.

All three of them were korean exchange students in Germany who got stuck going to a rave in nowhere of Germany. They giggled quietly about the ominous way they reached the place. From chaotic trains and bus rides. To the train station in a small city and arriving at the venue.

Jisung lost the other people he was with fairly fast in the mess of a crowd. He wasn't really close with anyone as they were also just exchange students from other countries he met recently.

They didn't talk about the guy from when they met.

The train was taking longer then it should to arrive to their stop. Delays displayed in red on the announcement board. Jisung seemingly became anxious. His hands were fiddling with the hem of his pullover.

And then it hit them, the train already had 45 minutes of delay. The train driver announced the train would be ending early in the next city due to continued delay caused by a damaged cable line.

They woke up Jeongin. In his still half asleep and half drunken mind he tried to find a new connection. Nothing.

They stood on the platform in a fairly bigger city five stops away from their destination. A taxi was to expensive for three broke exchange students.

The clock in the train station building struck 3:45am. A next train would leave at 5 am.

For Jisung the way was even longer as he had to change into another train at Minhos and Jeongins finale destination.

Jisung and Minho tried to find a solution at the customer front table. Minho was nearly about to start a fight with the lady when she just told them to wait for over an hour in the cold.

When they returned to their original spot Jeongin was grinning at them from afar with beer bottles in hand from the Späti inside the train station complex.

They ended up striding through the city, their drunken laughter filling the streets. At first they cracked down about what kind of situation they were in after trusting German classmates. Then they started laughing about whatever. It happens when you're drunk out of your mind.

They were sitting in a park. Jisung on a swing going back and forth. Minho was on the complicated climbing thing for kids trying not to fall. Jeongin sat on a bench near by, the energy from the new alcohol earlier already leaving him.

"What time even is it?" he asked. "4:55am" Minho answered. 4:55 am.

They jumped of and tried not to stumble sprinting back towards the train station. In the end it was no use they only saw the train leaving without them when they arrived at the platform with heavy breaths.

"Fuck!" Jeongin cursed. He support his weigh holding onto his knees still trying to catch his breath.

Jisung slumped down on the metal seats agains, tears welling in his eyes.

"What is our next option?" Minho asked and sat down next to Jisung rubbing circles over the curly haired boys back, trying to comfort him.

Jeongin opened the app, his face constrated before it slipped into a groan. "6:30am" he said and plopped down next to Minho.

Frustrated sounds left their throats. It was quiet again besides Jisungs still heavy breathing and his now shaking leg.

Jeongin suddenly jumped up from the seat. " Let's just get a motel room at this point." He said. Minho got up as well pulling Jisung along and into a hug.

" We'll get you home tomorrow. Promise. But now we'll get a place to sleep." Minho told Jisung and rubbed his back. The younger nodded and hummed unsure in the back of his throat.

Minho took Jisungs hand again and they started walking into the night. The now cold wind was biting at their skin.

Soon they reached the run down motel they had seen earlier. Inside it was definitely warmer but also not really friendly.

Jeongin went to the front desk. The room was fairly cheap for three people. But with how run down the whole place was they couldn't expect much from the room itself. They did have chargers though at the front desk which Jeongin brought along with the key.

They took the stairs, not wanting to risk anything in the elevator now.

The room was fine for what they paid. There were two beds, one big double bed and a single bed to the right on the wall. The floor was covered in old red carpet. Stains were visible - Minho didn't want to know what these were from.

To the left a small bathroom. It was rather old but still luxurious styled.

Under the window stood a old wooden desk. In the left corner of the room - behind the bathroom wall, stood two old padded chairs and a couch covered in an old vintage fabric.

They took off their shoes and got comfortable on the beds.

The covers were soft and at least the beds seemed fairly clean at first glance.

Jeongin was rummaging through his small bag, searching for something. He pulled out a small plastic bag.

"Is that weed?" Minho asked and started to laugh pointing at the younger.

"Yes obviously. Got it from some German guy there." He said chuckling and starting to roll the first joint.

After a few minutes he passed two over to Minho and Jisung. Jeongin lit his joint before also passing over the lighter.

All three of them sat in silence on the beds. The window had been opened to not turn the room into a hot box even though the smoke alarm was missing anyways.

They took drag after drag from their joints.

Jeongin was laying down on his back at some point staring at the ceiling. Jisung was leaning into Minho's side playing with the olders fingers.

After the joints were finished they laid down.

Silent conversations filled the room until Jeongin stopped answering. He finally fell asleep after hours of being awake.

Jisung and Minho were laying beside each other. Still awake they stared up at the ceiling in silence.

They could hear people walking along the floor outside. Talking loudly and they were also apparently as drunk as them.

They both turned their heads looking at each other. A small smile formed on Jisungs lips and he turned on his side to face Minho properly. Minho did the same and turned towards Jisung.

They started to talk again in hushed voices. At some point the curly haired reached out to Minhos hand again and started playing with it.

Their eyes kept locking for longer times causing weird seconds of silence.

The air felt tingly.

Was it from the leftover weed smoke in the room? Or the amount of substances they had consumed the past hours? Minho still had that floaty feeling from earlier when the three of them had enyojed some weed.

But it started to mix with somethinh else. Tiredness. Exhaustion. Leftover alcohol. Restlessness.

Minho stared at the boy in front of him. His soft curls were still messy from all the running and events from earlier. They framed his soft round face perfectly. His soft full cheeks - Minho would definitely figure out if they were, squished into the pillow. His big round brown orbs were framed by long lashes. Eyeliner formed them into a cat like shape. Small hearts were stamped at the end of the liner and pink and green eyeshadow, or what was left of it, covered his eye lids.

He was taken out of his trance when Jisung intervened their hands. A small smirk formed on the youngers lips.

Suddenly he quietly got up pulling Minho with him.

Trying to not make any sound they slipped into the bathroom. The door fell into the lock quietly and it clicked shut.

Jisung turned towards Minho who was standing with his back to the door. Like all strings had been cut they met in the middle. Lips meating messily in a kiss. They giggled before deepening the kiss properly.

Jisung had his arms wrapped around Minho again while the older held onto his waist. Tongues soon got added into the mix and Jisungs hand found his way to the back of Minhos head. He grabbed a fist full of locks.

Minhos hands wandered in the mean time. Jisungs waist was tiny and Minho feared he was already obsessed. He moved down grabbing Jisungs ass which caused the younger to moan quietly into his mouth.

They pulled apart to catch their breaths minutes later. Eyelids heavy Jisung stared into Minhos eyes. His breath was heavy, spit was on his chin and his face flushed.

He turned around and bend over the bathroom counter. Minhos breath catched in his throat.

"Make it quick." Jisung whined in a quiet voice fluttering his eyelashes. He wiggled his ass pouting at him.

Minho was done for.

He stepped behind the smaller boy grabbing onto his waist. Jisung turned his head back around and they met in another messy kiss.

Meanwhile Minho pressed his lower half into Jisungs ass. The outline of his slowly growing erection pressing into Jisungs back. The younger moaned, rolling his hips back into Minhos making both of them groan.

Their lips parted again and Jisung made Minho take a step back. Shamelessly he pulled down the ruffle shorts below his ass and Minho helped pulling down the fishnet tights lower as well.

Jisung bend back over the counter and made Minho lift his skirt. Minhos breath stopped again when he saw the small string panties between Jisungs ass cheeks. He pulled them down as well before spreading apart Jisungs cheeks with both of his thumps revealing the boys pink hole.

A whine left Jisungs throat watching Minho through the mirror.

"Spread them." He was ordered and Minhos hands were replaced by Jisungs.

"Ready?" The older asked after wetting a first finger with his spit. Jisung whined high in his throat and nodded his head.

A small moan left the curly haired boy and his chest met the cold counter top when Minhos first digit entered him. The muscles around his hole were still tight but his insides were warm.

Minho lowered his head, collecting more spit in his mouth before letting it drop onto Jisungs hole. He pulled out his finger. Rubbing the spit over the entrance and going back inside the younger.

Jisungs breaths were heavy and whines occasionally left his throat.

Minhos other hand went into Jisungs mouth, making spit collect in the youngers lower jaw before using it to spread it on the curly haired boys hole. Minho pulled his one finger out and started slicking up a second one. Both fingers wet they went back into Jisungs now reddening hole. The ring of muscles spread around the two fingers. It took some time to get used to them before greedily sucking them inside.

They were back at sharing messy kisses while Minho started scissoring the boy open. Minho swallowed Jisungs moans when he added a third finger. Jisungs hole was now stretching fast and greedy, wanting more.

The older pulled out his fingers and watched how the angry red hole tightened and expanded around nothing but air.

Jisung whined, his legs shaking trying to hold himself up. Minho patted over Jisungs trembling legs with care. He smiled at the already wrecked boy below him.

He started collecting spit in his mouth again and began to pull down his pants. Jisung looked through the mirror watching the outline of Minhos cock straining against his boxers and swallowed.

When Minho had enough spit in his mouth he pulled his cock free from his underwear. His cock lay heavy in his hand. Pre cum was building at the tip. He spit into his hand before spreading it generously around his length. When he was done he smirked at the boy through the mirror.

One hand found it's way onto Jisungs ass spreading one cheek apart. The younger got the message and spread the other one as well.

Minho teasingly rubbed the tip and then part of his length along Jisungs fluttering hole. He loved listening to Jisungs whimerps that were begging for anything. After teasing his tip over the youngers entrance a few more times, letting it catch just to slip he finally pushed past. A huge breath left the curly mop of hair under him before it turned into a moan at the frill ends.

Minho slowly pressed inside inch for inch. The younger kept breathing through it. Good boy - he thought.

When Minhos hips met Jisungs he let out a breath he didn't even knew he was holding.

The boys hole was trying to stretch more around him, fluttering open lightly around his girth. He looked at Jisung through the mirror again. The boy was biting his lip but nodded to Minho.

Slowly he pulled his hips back before pressing back inside. Soon he set a pace. Pulling his whole length out to the tip before slamming back into Jisungs awaiting hole. He sucked him in greedily.

Jisung was hiding in Minho's hoody that he had gotten at some point to quiet his moans.

Sweat was on his forehead and hair sticking to it just like for Minho, Jisungs body rocked against the counter with every precised thrust of the older man.

Jisungs body was shaking like a leave, but not from the cold - this time from pleasure.

Minho loved watching the younger. How his ass jiggled when he slammed in to the hilt. How the younger looked at him through the mirror. Eyes begging for more. And he gave it to him. He always would.

Jisungs body started to cramp up. His lower half was forming a tighter knot with every passing second. Weekly he tried rutting back into Minhos thrusts and then the knot released. The older felt Jisungs hole tighten around him and a muffled moan sounded through the bathroom. He fucked Jisung with slow thrusts through his orgasm.

The younger went slack against the counter.

Minho threaded his fingers through the boys hair while riding out the last part of the boys orgasm. They rested for a moment. Minhos cock still heavy and hard inside Jisung.

He supported his weight over Jisungs body with his arms and left a kisses in the youngers shoulder and ear

Jisung was looking to the side for longer now, breath seeming to stop. Minho turned his head as well - in the doorway stood Jeongin.

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His body leaned against the door. Knowing and relaxed smile on his face.

Jisungs face was going red within seconds.

Jeongin seemed more rested now. His eyes were still red or red again. The smell of weed hung in the air.

"You know it's kinda unfair how you get the action while I stay back at the bar being babysitted."

Jisung chuckled below him. chuckled. The initial shame seeming to have disappeared in an instant.

"You can watch if you're so interested." Jisung said smirk on his lips. Jeongin was stunned, taking aback a bit. Minho even more.

Minho was fine with voyerism as long as he trusted the people. But he didn't want Jisung to feel forced into it.

"Are you 100% sure?" he asked Jisung, leaving a kiss in his ear.

"Yes it's fun. If you're also down for it?"

Minho nodded. He pulled out of the younger. A sharp breath left Jisung as his hole immediately began to clench.

The older picked Jisung up bride style. Carrying him to the big bed and laying him down on his back.

Jeongin sat down on the other bed with a smirk and watched as Minho slid back inside the tight heat.

Minho started pick back up his pace again, now fucking into the younger from another angle. Jisung seemed to love it. Moans now more carefree and louder.

Minho started to take apart Jisungs body with his eyes as he fucked into him. The curly boy was a mess. His hair was a ruffled wild and sticky from sweat. His pullover riding up his chest, showing his soft tummy. He had a belly button piercing. Hot. But even more breath taking was the big tattoo stretching along the side of his torso and disappearing below the waistband of the brown skirt. The inked letters appeared again at his hip and stopped around the height of his mid thigh. God this boy was hot.

Jisung felt not only Minhos intense stare but also Jeongins eyes looked down at him heavy. Judging? No. Admiring. He looked over seeing the younger focused. He wasn't looking at his face but somewhere completely else. He knew where. It araused him. Made his face go red. Minho smirked at him from above clearly satisfied the younger was feeling good.

Jisungs muscles started to seize again like before. Legs cramping and body starting to shake. He could feel the orgasm on his tongue.
Minho was pounding into his hole. Stretching him so deliciously. Making him feel so full. Whole.

His hole tightened again, fingers digging into Minhos arms this time as he came with a sob. Minho didn't slow down to ride him through his high this time. No. He fucked him right through it. In his overstimulation he felt the olders cock puls. It felt like he was growing even more inside him before a moan ripped through Minho. He could feel the body on top of him shake and then the hot substance being emptied into his hole. Jisung sighted from overstimulation and satisfaction when Minho had stopped riding out his high.

A fucked out smile was spread on Jisungs face. Minho could come again right then and there and Jeongin looked like he was about to. His face twisted in pleasure and hand was laid over his clothed cock.

"Come here" Jeongin was ripped out of his thoughts when Minho quietly spoke. He got up, stumbling lightly over to the other bed. He sat down on the side and watched. Watched how Minho pulled out of Jisungs lose hole. How cum started to immediately drip out. Minho catched it with his thumb and pressed it back inside. Jisung clenched around the digit and a whine left his throat.

"He's so lose" he commented quietly.

"Yeah you could think he can take a second cock right along."

Jeongins mouth went dry and breath catched in his throat. Jisung whined high in his throat and his hole clenched helplessly around Minhos thumb thrusting in and out lazily.

He looked at Minho, the older had a mischievous smirk on his face.

Jeongin watched Minho take his half hard cock back into his hand a slide right back into Jisungs hole. It took in him like nothing. Lose.

Jeongin swallowed hard. Seeing how Minhos cock filled out fully again and spread Jisungs hole a bit more. Minho started to move his hips. Thrusting lightly in and out of the boy below them. Jisung was writhing, whiny and ready.

Jeongin watched attentively. He watched how Minho fucked into the boy with slow thrust. Then he added a finger. Slowly pushing it next to his own cock while keeping his pace slow. "Hmh do you like that Sungie?" He mockingly asked the boy. Jisung nodded his head intensely. "Would you like being even more full? Get stretched for another cock?"

Jeongin chocked on his own salvia when he heard those dirty words. But Jisung just nodded his head even more rutting his hips into Minhos thrusts.

"Words Sungie." The older said

"Yes, wanna be stretched for Innies cock" Jisung mumbled fast before another whine could leave his throat.

Jeongins ears were ringing. He watched Minho pull out his finger. And then he looked at him.

"Go ahead, put yours. Get him ready for you too." Minho smirked. Jeongin nodded dumbly.

He slicked up his finger with spit and slid it next to Minhos cock.

The felling was - unusual. It was two different kind of heats hugging his finger.

He started pumping it in and out along Minhos thrusts. Soon he slid another one. Jisungs hole stretching just as easily.

When Jisung seemed to get impatient he started scissoring. That seemed to do the trick as the boy moaned. Well the best he could with Minhos tongue down his throat.

After a few more minutes of scissoring he attempted three fingers. He slowly slid them inside. Jisung clenched more but after being instructed to breath properly by Minho all the fingers soon slipped inside. Minho had halted his thrusts, letting Jisung adjust.

Jeongin slowly started moving all three fingers and Minho joined in back with his thrusts. Jisung was breathing heavy. Wrecked. Face looking fucked out and happy as he enyojed praise from Minho and small kisses.

Minho stopped again and so did Jeongin. He pulled out his fingers as Minho also pulled back and out of the boy. The sight was unholy. Jisungs hole was clenching desperately for anything to fill him.

Jeongin was instructed to undress and sit against the head board so he did that. While getting comfortable Minho helped Jisung to undress more.

"You could have said you needed attention somewhere else as well Sungie" Minho quietly mumbled with a pout. Jeongin didn't had time to ask what it was about, before Jisung was instructed to sit on Jeongins lap, facing Minho. Jisung leaned back into Jeongins chest.

The pillows they had were placed behind the black haired man's back so he could lean back more comfortably as Jisung started to drop his weight onto Jeongins chest.

Jeongin had to hold up Jisungs legs. He grabbed the curly boys lower thighs and hoisted the already shaking legs backward exposing his hole. When he looked down his jaw shut tight. Not only Jisungs hole was pulsing for attention but also his slick cunt.

Minho got in front of them. He slicked up Jeongins length with spit before guiding the black haireds tip to Jisungs open awaiting hole. Both of them sighted when Jeongin slid just right inside. Hot walls pulsing around him the deeper Jisung sank onto his length. Soon the boy was seated on his cock. He held onto Jisungs thighs tightly - keeping him spread for Minho.

Minho was waiting. Watching attentively how Jisung adjusted before he moved. He dipped his finger into Jisungs wet cunt. A moan ripped from the boys throat. He collected some of the boys slick cum and spread it over his cock.

He looked down where Jeongin and Jisung were connected. Hole lose and waiting to be filled even more.

He teased his tip over Jisungs already stuffed hole. Making the younger twitch and whine. He looked at him. A pout was on the boys lips.

He chuckled and pressed his head properly against Jisungs hole. It slid right in.

Both of the boys below him moaned. Jeongin was biting down on his lip. Jisung was also holding onto his legs ,spreading himself open for Minho.

Minho continued sliding inside slowly. Jisungs hole clenched. He took deep breaths when Minho pushed more of his length inside next to Jeongins.

After some short minutes both cocks were inside. Jisung felt stretched to an ungodly amount. And he loved it. He felt so full. His biggest wet dream had come true.

Being doubled on buy a really hot guy and his hot friend maybe wasn't on his list last night, but he didn't regret a minute.

Soon he felt Minho started moving and then Jeongin as well. They alternated to drive him crazy. Either one pulled out while the other fucked inside or they both pulled out and fucked inside at the same time. Jisungs head was fucked. He was fucked through. His hole was being stretched deliciously by two cocks while the sun was coming up outside the window.

He pulled Minho into a messy kiss, more tongue then lips and breathing moans into each others mouths.

His eyes went wide and he spluttered a moan when Minhos finger started to toy over his cunt. Minho was already looking at him with those eyes and he just gave a nod. His breath catched in his throat as a finger slowly entered his cunt and set a pace to fuck in and out of him in a slow rhythm for the beginning.

His head and mind slowly started to slip and only take in the pleasure. Him being spread and fucked open by two cocks and the now two fingers fucking and scissoring his cunt.

He let himself be used. Moaning at the amount of pleasure he received.

Jeongins thrust slowly went out of rhythm with Minhos like they were chasing something. Jeongin was overwhelmed with the hot thight heat wrapping around him in the one side and Minhos cock rubbing alongside his on the other. He slowly felt the knot form in his lower abdomen.
Starting to chase his own satisfaction and the feeling of jisungs small clench when he hit his soft spot.

His thrusts became erratic. Nailing dead into Jisungs favourite spot. A tighter clench brought him over the edge and he spilled inside Jisungs heat.

A sob ripped through Jisung making his whole body shutter. As Jeongin had been nailing one of his favourite spots Minho found his other soft spot. He clenched tight and could feel the warmth of cum spread inside of him again.

As Jisung was still catching his breath from his own near orgasm Minho pulled out the fingers from his cunt. He whined and soon did again as Minho pulled out from his other hole too.

"Wha-" he chocked on his words as Minho suddenly thrusted his whole length into his cunt in one long but slow thrust.

"All good?" Minho asked once settled inside.
He looked softly at him and cradled his face with his right hand brushing over his cheek with his thump.

Jisung nodded his head heavy.

"Can I-"

"Yes, Minho-, fuck!" He whined.

Minho nodded and took up his previous pace again now fucking into his cunt.

Jisung couldn't even moan anymore, his mouth just hung wide open.

Heavy breaths going past his lips. His fucking wet dream came true.

He was spread open by two cocks at once and now his hole and cunt were being spread open and fucked.

Jeongin lazily fucked into his lose leaking hole while Minho made it his goal to find his soft spot again.

And when he did it was over - and he did.

An electric shock went through Jisungs body when Minho hit dead into his soft spot. And he did it again and again. Making Jisung have tears well in his eyes, stupidly babbling Minhos name like a chant and gripping tightly into the man's arm.

Like he and Jeogin had silently communicated a similar shock went through his body like before, but this time causing all pleasure to release.

A gutterly moan ripped from his throat as both guys fucked dead on into his soft spots. His body shook as his vision went white and he clenched hard around both of them.

He felt Minho release hard inside his cunt. Painting his insides in hot white.

When he opened his eyes again Minho was grinning at him. His lower half was covered in a mix of cum and other fluids. He had just squirted.

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Cleaning up would be a struggling task. They gladly had fucked in top of the sheets, but those were trenched in Jisungs body fluids now.

Jeongin was still high. He was giggling at the curly boys face which was still red from the slight embarrassment.

Jisungs had been placed on the smaller bed, commented to lay down and rest while mainly Minho cleaned up their mess somehow - or well tried his best. Sung was leaking onto the towel below his hips that they had found resting on the bathroom radiator.

The tiredness was starting to hit him now. The room was still dark as they had pulled shut the curtains letting in barely any light. He started slipping into unconsciousness, waking up again from his second sleep when Jeongin laughed at something again.

He registered someone leaving the room, a door closing and someone else sliding into the bed beside him. He got pulled closer by his waist, warm hands ghosting over the sides of his waist before the person nuzzled into his shoulder. He croggily opened his eyes watching Minho get comfortable before sleep took him from his mind.

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Jeongin had left around eight in the morning, having to get back home and presentable before his part time job at a restaurant started in the night again. After Minho and Jisung slept late into the afternoon they left the hotel when the sun started setting again. Minho quietly paid the extra cleaning fee and returned the chargers at the counter. Jisung only giggled when Minho got to the entrance where he was waiting. Hands intervening they made their way to the train station. After grabbing something to eat from a fast food place inside they catched their train. Minho brought Jisung home as promised. They exchanged numbers and Minho left a little bit later, his ears red after Jisungs roommates had caught them making out in the youngers dorm entrance.

More drunk shenanigans followed until their exchange year ended and Jisung met Minhos parents and cars once they had returned to Korea.