TSOTI – Chapter 2.5

Seungwoo handed over the phone at Seungbin’s request. Holding it in one hand, Seungbin started rocking his hips. Even the way the flushed, heated shaft worked busily between his thighs was captured on video. Seen through the screen, the deep skin tone stood out even more sharply against the stark whiteness of the flesh. Watching his own cock on the phone, Seungbin smiled with satisfied amusement.

“Looks like our hyung’s feeling good. His asshole’s fluttering like crazy.”

Spotting the puckering hole through the display, Seungbin teased playfully. Without hesitation, he pulled his cock out and shoved it into the hole. The one who’d been drilling the pussy now began to claim Doyoung’s ass. The cock started pumping again inside the gap between his cheeks.

“Haa…… why is this hyung’s pussy so fucking tasty. It’s so chewy inside. Feels like I’m eating glutinous rice cake with my cock.”

Even though it had been stretched to hell and back, the asshole still clung faithfully the moment a cock entered, making Seungbin gasp in awe. Slap, slap. His cock, pounding the inner flesh, was scorching hot. It kept crushing the tender lining, grinding the cockhead along the walls.

Doyoung’s insides felt unbelievably good. Slippery enough for a cock to slide in perfectly. Warm, but not too warm—wet, but not too wet. Like a snake slipping into an oyster, Seungbin’s cock kept burrowing toward someplace deeper.

The more he did it, the chewier and more delicious it became. Drunk on arousal, Seungbin reached his free hand down. With one hand, he filmed his cock going in and out of the ass, and with the other, he came down and brutally kneaded Doyoung’s pussy.

“Urk!”

Doyoung, who still had Seungwoo’s cock shoved in his mouth, jerked and moaned in shock. With his throat completely plugged, the sound couldn’t leak out—only vibrated inside.

“Urk, urk, urk! Urk!”

Seungbin kept drilling the ass while rubbing the pussy roughly. Doyoung’s hips trembled as he twisted helplessly. Even more turned on, Seungbin pulled out of the ass again and shoved into the pussy. Still grinding the clit at the same time, he snapped his hips up hard enough to make Doyoung come.

“Ngh!”

Doyoung’s vagina clenched. Knowing that was the signal that he was about to spray, Seungbin hurriedly yanked his cock out. A beat later, water burst out of Doyoung’s pussy. Seungbin quickly spread both folds wide and filmed the hole pouring it out.

Uuuuurk, urk! Urk, urk, urk!”

Doyoung shook his hips wildly. Seeing the body language that begged for more, Seungbin gladly punished his pussy. Smack. Smack. Every time the squirting pussy got slapped, juice splattered all over the camera. Getting hit only made Doyoung like it more—his hips lifting and bucking. Seungbin’s hand was ruthless; with every strike, the already ruined, floppy flesh trembled, and the tiny hole fluttered open.

“Urk!”

Before Doyoung’s orgasm even fully ended, Seungbin shoved his cock back in again. He shook his body while roughly stirring the pussy that was still pouring. The phone in Seungbin’s hand jerked and trembled along with it, and every harsh, panting moan he spilled was recorded cleanly.

“Uuuugh, ugh! Ugh!”

Finally, Seungbin came inside Doyoung’s pussy. At the exact same time, Seungwoo unloaded into Doyoung’s throat. Taking cock-juice from above and below, Doyoung trembled in bliss. Their cum flooded into his womb—into his belly—poured in until he was full.

“Phew.”

Only after finishing did Seungwoo pull his cock out. Doyoung coughed and gagged, choking messily. Seungbin also pulled his cock out of the pussy, then went to Doyoung’s head and grabbed his hair, lifting it.

“Haa, hyung…… you’re so good…….”

He rubbed his cock—smeared with pussy juice—all over Doyoung’s face, recording it all. Soon Seungwoo stepped in too and ground his cock against Doyoung’s face. Doyoung just smiled stupidly, like an idiot, through it.

“Hyung. Clean my cock for me. Wash the cock that fucked your pussy and your ass.”

At Seungbin’s request, while shaking the gripped hair, Doyoung stuck out his tongue. He licked Seungbin’s cock—then, when Seungwoo pushed his cock at his lips, he licked Seungwoo’s too. The two cockheads fought over his mouth. Doyoung grabbed one in each hand and sucked them alternately, evenly, like it was only fair.

“So obscene.”

Seungbin muttered to himself as he captured the sight on the phone. He stared intently at the screen where Doyoung held two cocks longer than his own face and licked them. One cock rubbed against his cheek while the other was sealed in his mouth, and the sight looked vulgar, yet strangely pure. That innocent-looking face refusing none of the filthy acts completely captivated him.

“Pretty, hyung…….”

Seungbin murmured again. His gaze, fixed on the screen, was unfocused—like he’d stumbled onto something entrancing and fallen all the way in.

“So pretty…….”

Before they realized it, the bright outdoors began to dim. With the windows open, the room turned entirely orange. The air grew a little cooler. A sea-salty breeze slid quietly over the naked bodies of the three men.

***

The day had been scorching hot from noon. In the early evening—before the sun had even set—Doyoung sat outside on a small chair set in the yard. A large cloth was draped over his shoulders, and chopped bits of hair clung all over him and the ground around his feet.

“All done!”

After cutting his hair for a long time, Seungbin shouted. He held out a large hand mirror. Doyoung took it half in doubt, looked at his face in the mirror, and turned his head this way and that to check the cut hair.

“Wow…….”

Even without seeing the back, the moment he checked his bangs and sides, Doyoung let out a small gasp. Honestly, he hadn’t expected much—but he hadn’t thought it would be this clean. Even the bangs he’d hacked at roughly with a razor before coming here had been straightened into a neat line. It was almost as good as a decent salon in Seoul.

“How is it? You like it?”

“Yeah. Why are you so good at this?”

Just because I’ve been doing it for a while? I cut Seungwoo-hyung’s hair every time, too.”

“Really?”

“Yup. It’s not like I offered to do your hair for no reason, you know?”

Looking pleased with himself—like he could tell it came out well—Seungbin quickly started putting the tools away. He shook the cut hairs off Doyoung, removed the cloth from his shoulders, neatly packed the scissors and clippers into a case, and headed toward the master room with it.

“Hyung! Doyoung-hyung’s hair is done!”

After setting the case down and coming back out, Seungbin spotted Seungwoo just stepping out from a shower and called out. Seungwoo had a towel over his wet hair, shirt off, wearing only training pants. At Seungbin’s words, he answered without speaking and naturally headed up toward the wooden porch where the room was—then noticed Doyoung sitting blankly on the yard chair and glanced over.

“Pretty.”

Placing a hand on Doyoung’s head, he messed up his hair however he wanted. Doyoung flushed, embarrassed like he was being treated as the younger one—yet his gaze slid, almost unconsciously, to Seungwoo’s bare body.

Seungwoo’s upper body was hard like a smoothly honed sculpture. The last line of his abs vanished near his waist, and below that, sharply split pelvic muscles ran down like blades, disappearing into his pants. Those pronounced lines were visible even over the low-slung waistband of his sweatpants, dragging Doyoung’s eyes down toward what was hidden beneath.

Seungwoo looked good today, too. Just looking at him was enough to make a saliva pool.

Then Doyoung suddenly thought he was being too obscene and snapped his head away. His face had turned blazing red.

“Should we have samgyetang for dinner?”

Seungbin suggested, now down in the yard. Seungwoo nodded once and went back up onto the porch.

“Ah, come on. He messed it all up.”

Apparently annoyed by how Seungwoo had tousled it, Seungbin fixed Doyoung’s hair again. After a few quick adjustments, the light brown strands fell neatly back into place.

“There.”

After checking the overall shape, Seungbin looked satisfied. Then he placed both hands on Doyoung’s cheeks and stared at him.

“We should’ve cut it sooner. Your face is small, and your eyes are pretty, hyung—showing your forehead suits you way better than having it all hanging down like that.”

Doyoung’s lips parted, flustered. Eyes are pretty—he’d never heard that. And the idea that he should be showing them off like this was new, too.

“I’m serious…… you’re so pretty. Like a baby.”

Saying that, Seungbin kissed Doyoung’s forehead. Once on the bridge of his nose, once on his cheek, once on his lips—stamping kisses everywhere like he was marking him.

For some reason, Seungbin treating him like a baby made Doyoung’s heart hammer. It felt like being cherished—enough to make him flutter.

“Hyung. Wanna just be my baby?”

At the playful line, Doyoung’s big eyes widened.

“Why not, baby. You’re cute. My baby. Want Daddy to suck my baby’s pussy a little?”

Doyoung’s face flared hotter, burning red. Seeing him shy, Seungbin seemed to double down—kneading Doyoung’s pussy through his clothes while peppering him with kisses.

“It tickles—stop. Stop.”

Laughing out loud, Doyoung tried to wave him off, but Seungbin only bit down on his cheek and sucked noisily.

“Seungbin. Stop. Stooop. I’m serious, it tickles.”

When Doyoung couldn’t take it anymore and began lightly pushing him away, Seungbin finally backed off. Still looking regretful, he smacked his lips while watching Doyoung.

“Ah. If we didn’t have to make dinner, I’d eat you up right now.”

He muttered in a disappointed tone. Doyoung couldn’t help laughing—Seungbin was ridiculous, and somehow cute.

“Just rest for now. Our Doyoung-hyung has to eat, after all. We’ll eat, and then we’ll do more later. Okay?”

Seungbin kissed the crown of Doyoung’s head once more, then disappeared toward the kitchen, leaving his regret behind. Watching him go, Doyoung let a small smile form.

He really was kind and bright—so much so, he felt like someone who should never, ever end up with a person like Doyoung.

Staring blankly toward the kitchen where Seungbin had vanished, Doyoung fell into thought.

When he really thought about it, these days felt like a dream. He’d spent a happy time beside Seungbin—kind and cheerful—and Seungwoo, who’d looked cold at first but was quietly gentle in his own way. They were kind to him, and they spent nearly all their time together.

Of course, the thing they did most during that time was sex. Between them, Doyoung tasted an intense pleasure he’d never known before. And while it happened, Doyoung had changed. He’d become honest about his desire. He’d chased instinct boldly. As a colt with its reins cut, he’d lost any sense of limit and shared rough sex with them over and over.

Doyoung liked the filthy, vulgar things they did to him. Every time they insulted and humiliated him—calling him a rag for showing his desire so openly—he only grew hotter, more aroused. Sometimes it hurt so much he wanted to die, but even that was swallowed quickly by the overwhelming pleasure. Each time they hurt him, they paid him back with something even more intense, and Doyoung was sinking deeper into addiction.

Even now, he was waiting for the ecstasy the two of them would give him again. He wanted them to dirty his body with even worse things. He wanted to be stripped in front of them, violated, made to come. He ached to have his womb and belly filled again with the cum they’d pour into him.

“Ah…….”

Only then did Doyoung realize how wet he was down there. Hopeless. Just thinking about having sex with them again—and he was already this obviously soaked.

He rose quietly from the chair. There was still time before dinner, so he decided to return to his room. His steps were awkward—like the sticky mess between his legs was genuinely uncomfortable.

Doyoung reached his room quickly. Alone inside, he shut the door behind him, then immediately slipped a hand into his pants.

***

After getting his hair cut, Doyoung’s desire surged, and he went to his room alone to masturbate, rubbing his pussy—only to get caught by Seungbin again, and end up doing it with him all over once more. Afterward, Seungbin left the utterly spent Doyoung behind to set the dinner table. While Doyoung dozed off for a moment, Seungbin came back again.

“Hyung! Time to eat! The samgyetang’s done!”

Seungbin’s voice was bright. Doyoung, half-asleep, rubbed his eyes and forced himself upright. Seungbin was right there, grinning. It was a completely different face from the one that had been pounding him like crazy earlier.

‘Doesn’t he ever get tired? How is he still this lively?’

That thought suddenly hit Doyoung. Even he—who’d mostly just been lying there and getting fucked—was exhausted. So how was that kid still bouncing with energy?

“Our hyung looks like he has zero strength. Did I not feed you well enough?”

When Doyoung couldn’t even stand properly, Seungbin tilted his head as he watched. Doyoung just gave an awkward little smile. Food wasn’t the problem here….

“Okay, no. I’ll carry you out.”

Seungbin stepped into the room and hoisted Doyoung onto his back without warning.

“H-huh? Hey! Put me down!”

Doyoung struggled on his shoulder, but Seungbin only laughed brightly and walked right out.

“Hey. This is scary. I’m gonna fall—fall! Put me down!”

“Nope. You look too worn out. From now on, maybe I’ll just carry you around every day.”

He knew it was considerate, and he was grateful… but Doyoung couldn’t stand how embarrassing it was. No matter what was between his legs, he’d lived as a man for over twenty years—being slung onto another man and transported like this was humiliating.

“I’m serious. Put me down.”

“We’re here.”

Crossing the backyard to the front yard, he set Doyoung down on the wooden bench. The dinner table was already fully set on the bench, and Seungwoo sat alone, serving samgyetang into individual bowls.

“Hyung! I brought Doyoung-hyung!”

Seungwoo glanced at Doyoung awkwardly perched on the bench, then finished ladling the samgyetang. Doyoung gave an awkward smile as usual and returned to his usual seat.

Once Doyoung sat down, Seungwoo placed a bowl of samgyetang in front of him. Steaming hot samgyetang rose in wisps, and a whole small chicken with its white flesh exposed sat inside.

“Ugh, hyung. Seriously, no sense of romance.”

As always, Seungbin sat down right beside Doyoung. Whenever they ate or drank, it was always Doyoung and Seungbin side by side, with Seungwoo across from them.

“Hyung. I’ll debone it for you. Our hyung is seriously hopeless at stuff like this.”

With that, Seungbin pulled the bowl in front of Doyoung toward himself. Startled, Doyoung tried to stop him.

“No, I can debone chicken by myself.”

“Hyung can barely walk properly because you’re so tired—how are you going to debone anything? Just let me do it.”

Doyoung was momentarily confused. ‘When had he been unable to walk properly?’ He didn’t think that had happened.

“Still… you don’t have to go that far….”

“I want to. Hyung, just sit there and eat whatever I pull off for you.”

Doyoung tried to protest again, but Seungbin looked so genuinely eager that he finally shut his mouth. He was kind to the point of excess. Doyoung didn’t dislike it—if anything, it made him feel awkward, like he was being taken care of too much.

“Hyung. Try this. The breast meat is dry, so I only tore off the leg meat.”

After rummaging around, Seungbin placed tender pieces of meat on top of Doyoung’s rice. Doyoung thanked him briefly and took a spoonful. Maybe because it was thigh, it wasn’t dry at all. He took a sip of broth too—salty in a good way, well-seasoned, delicious.

“Does it taste okay? I put in a lot of medicinal herbs to nourish hyung. Hope it suits your taste.”

“No. It’s good.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”