TSOTI – Chapter 2.7

And on the day he turned twenty—on Coming-of-Age Day—he’d received a bottle of perfume from that senior.

Maybe getting perfume from an older schoolmate of the same sex hadn’t been a meaningless gesture. But Doyoung hadn’t had the courage to step closer. Someone like him wouldn’t possibly like someone like me—that was what Doyoung told himself, forcing his heart back into line.

While he quietly let those feelings grow on his own, Doyoung would think of him and touch himself. And when he got too excited, he’d slip the perfume bottle inside and rub his clit. He’d thrust the bottle into his slick heat, imagining that senior’s cock digging in and wrecking him.

“Then every time you jerked off thinking about that guy you liked, you shoved the perfume bottle in there and fucked yourself with it?”

“Mmm…”

“Then why didn’t you date him? If he bought perfume for another guy, he had to feel something, at least.”

“It wasn’t like that… It was just—mm. It didn’t mean anything. Just a meaningless gift.”

“That’s only what you think, isn’t it?”

Doyoung had always believed there was no way—but he didn’t say it out loud. It was all in the past now, anyway. While Doyoung repeated the same cycle—liking him alone, getting his hopes up alone, crashing alone—that senior got a girlfriend, and not long after, he left for the military.

“Wow. Hyung, that’s kind of cruel. You’re telling me about masturbating with the perfume bottle your crush gave you?”

Seungbin’s voice turned a little sulky. Doyoung didn’t even understand why he was reacting like that.

No—he didn’t have the headspace to. Seungbin was still touching him, and sensation had flooded his whole body so thickly that there wasn’t room for anything else.

“Yeah, no. Our hyung needs to be punished.”

Smack. Smack.

Seungbin slapped Doyoung’s pussy. He’d already come once, and his clit had been rubbed nonstop—so oversensitive it hurt in the best way. The spanking sent sharp pleasure shooting through him. Doyoung bucked, head tipping back as he moaned. Each slap made his swollen folds spit wetness.

“See? I smack your pussy, and you just like it. You’re such a pervert.”

Seungbin said it as if he were complaining, but he didn’t sound all that displeased. He kissed Doyoung. Doyoung, boneless with pleasure, accepted the kisses greedily.

“Hyung. Would you like to try something else in your holes? It’s boring if it’s always the same stuff.”

Doyoung couldn’t fully process the words—but he couldn’t think deeply enough to resist, either. He let Seungbin guide him up onto the low table. As Seungbin helped him climb, Seungwoo silently cleared the tabletop. The snacks they’d pulled out as drinking food, the empty bottles—one by one, everything was moved away.

Doyoung lay face-down over the far edge so both of them could see his lower half. With his knees tucked under him, his hips lifted—and his soaked, open cleft was completely exposed.

“Fuck, pretty. I told you—hyung’s pussy is really just… pretty.”

Like a shellfish drenched and pried open, his folds spread and twitched helplessly under their stare. Flushed red from the alcohol earlier and the arousal now, his pussy kept puckering and fluttering like it was begging. It looked so absurdly cute.

To “pamper” that cute little hole, both men slid fingers inside at the same time—then started thrusting without mercy, each from his own angle, using their index fingers to dig and stir wherever they wanted.

“Ah—!”

Doyoung cried out, head thrown back. Not one direction—two. His insides were being hit from opposite sides, every corner lit up.

“Your juices are dripping again. Hyung, you’re gonna get dehydrated at this rate. You spend all day squirting.”

Seungbin smacked his ass. Doyoung squirmed with humiliation, but he still clenched, swallowing their fingers greedily.

“You feel empty here, too, right? I’ll fuck your asshole for you as well.”

Seungbin pulled his finger from Doyoung’s cunt and pushed it into his ass. With wetness all over it, it slid in without any resistance.

After days of taking two thick cocks at a time, Doyoung’s asshole was already gaping. It didn’t close properly—his inner flesh, a deeper, darker red than his pussy, was visible even at rest. Even with just a finger, the soft, rippling inside showed. He looked—truly—like something worn out, ruined into shape.

“Hyung. Which do you like more? Getting your back hole fucked, or your front hole?”

Seungbin asked. Doyoung’s mind was gone, his hips rocking mindlessly under the pleasure.

“I-I don’t know. Both… Both feel good… mm.”

“Ah. So our pussy-hyung likes it as long as he’s getting stuffed?”

“Mm. Yeah. If you fuck me, anything feels good… mm.”

“Slut.”

Seungbin teased him, then pulled his finger out of Doyoung’s ass. With Doyoung’s red inner flesh exposed, hole spread open and panting, Seungbin pressed his lips to it and sucked noisily.

Chup. Chup.

He buried his face between Doyoung’s pale cheeks and slid his tongue inside, licking along the inner walls. He spat to make it easier, wetting the parts that were starting to dry.

“Ah… Feels so good, Seungbin. You sucking my ass… it feels so good… mm.”

Doyoung felt like he was melting. His ass was so warm with Seungbin’s tongue in it, he wanted to fall asleep like this.

Pop.

After a long while of soaking and sucking, Seungbin pulled away. Then Seungwoo took his place and started sucking Doyoung’s ass instead.

“Mm—! Ah…! Mmm!”

With Seungbin and then Seungwoo, Doyoung’s pleasure spiked into something crazed. He bucked harder, head thrown back, drooling as he moaned.

At the same time, Seungbin’s fingers slipped back into Doyoung’s pussy. Both men had fingers inside him again—rubbing, kneading, grinding into his slick, oily walls until Doyoung couldn’t take it.

And then he came—just like that—clamping around their fingers and spraying.

“Ahhh—! Mm!”

Wetness ran down their fingers in streams. The moment Doyoung came, Seungbin and Seungwoo burst out laughing.

He’d always been a “slut” who came the moment someone stirred him—they’d expected it, and their prediction landed perfectly. Doyoung had barely been fingered and rimmed for a few minutes, and he’d already squirted.

“Slut-hyung. You already came? It hasn’t even been that long since we put our fingers in.”

While Seungbin scolded him, Seungwoo lifted his face from Doyoung’s ass and pulled his fingers from Doyoung’s cunt—then licked his wet hand clean.

Doyoung was still leaking steadily around Seungbin’s finger.

“I’m gonna feed you something even tastier now. Okay?”

Seungbin finally pulled his finger out, too—and cracked open another can of beer.

“But first, let’s get your pussy even wetter.”

He poured beer over Doyoung’s naked body. Golden liquid ran down his pale ass, the cold hitting bare skin hard enough to make him twitch. Goosebumps rippled up over him. His ass, his thighs, between his legs—everything got soaked.

“Looks delicious.”

Seungbin stuck out his tongue and started licking along Doyoung’s thigh. Seungwoo did the same from the other side, tongue dragging over Doyoung’s ass.

Their long, pointed tongues traced his skin. Doyoung shivered at the slick, wet heat of their mouths.

“Mmm…”

He let out a needy breath. Cold beer on his skin, warm tongues right after—his body felt like it was dissolving.

“Ah… Feels good… mm…”

Slowly, their tongues swept across him. Seungwoo, licking beer from his ass, slid down to his hole and pushed into the spread cheeks. Seungbin’s tongue, moving up from below, found Doyoung’s open folds and started lapping there.

Both tongues worked at him relentlessly, teasing his pussy and ass at the same time.

“I’m gonna lose it… It’s too good…”

Doyoung always felt best when they both used their mouths on him at once. One of them alone was enough to make his mind go blank—but together, everything multiplied.

The breeze cooled the parts of his body left wet and exposed. The places their tongues touched burned hot. As they licked and drank and worked him, Doyoung moaned with his whole body slack, wanting to give himself over completely. If it was something that would please these men who made him feel this good… he wanted to do anything they asked.

“Ha… Hyung. Why is your pussy so fucking tasty? I’m just licking, and my mouth won’t stop watering.”

Seungbin pulled back, panting, after scraping his tongue between Doyoung’s folds. Seungwoo lifted his head too.

“With a pussy this tasty, how did you not get fucked by someone until now? Men would’ve smelled you—your scent—and gone insane chasing you.”

Doyoung’s ears went even redder. Every time they praised his pussy, he felt like he might die from embarrassment. It was a different kind of feeling from being called a “slut” and degraded.

“Hyung. Lift your ass higher. I can’t get it in like this.”

At Seungbin’s order, Doyoung braced on his knees and raised his hips. Just showing them his bare ass like this was enough to make his pussy twitch again.

While Doyoung held the position, Seungwoo stood up. He stepped off the platform and went into the inner room—then returned quickly with a small plastic bottle in his hand.

“It’s not anything weird. It’s lube. For your ass.”

Seungbin took it and showed it to Doyoung. Doyoung had never used it himself, but he knew what it was.

“I’m gonna put this inside your ass, hyung. It might be cold at first. But it’s a warming gel, so it’ll heat up quickly.”

Before the words even finished, Seungwoo grabbed both of Doyoung’s cheeks. With his thumbs braced at the rim, he pulled him open wide—red inner flesh revealed, hole gaping.

Seungbin squeezed the gel into the open hole. He didn’t hold back, as if he meant to empty the whole bottle inside him.

“Hng!”

The cold shock made Doyoung tremble. He could feel the gel spreading along the inner walls as it flowed in.

But only for a moment—just like Seungbin said, it quickly turned warm, heating Doyoung from the inside out.

“How is it? Feels okay?”

“Mm…”

“We need it soaked all the way inside. Just a little more.”

Seungbin kept squeezing until the gel pooled and started to overflow. Then he pushed fingers in and thrust hard, forcing it deeper. Tight inner flesh parted around his fingers as the gel spread. In no time, Doyoung’s ass became slick enough to swallow just about anything.

“Done.”

Seungbin smiled, satisfied. Seungwoo let go of Doyoung’s cheeks. He’d been gripping hard enough that red handprints were left on Doyoung’s pale skin—marks around the hole that looked lewd enough to make their eyes linger.

“It might hurt a bit. But I’ll go slow, okay? I’ll make it hurt as little as I can.”

Seungbin whispered into Doyoung’s ear and kissed his reddened ear lightly.

While Seungbin soothed him, Seungwoo took the gel bottle. He squeezed the remaining gel onto his own hand and forearm, then carefully spread it out.

“Now I’m gonna put it in. Relax your ass.”

Seungbin’s voice was gentler than usual. He kissed Doyoung’s cheek again and again, stroking his hair as if worried Doyoung might panic.

Then Seungwoo brought his slick, gel-coated hand to Doyoung’s hole.

His fingertips, glossy and shining, gathered into a point—and he pushed them in decisively.

The hand slid in with frightening ease, swallowing finger after finger until the knuckles threatened to follow.

But when the hard ridge of bone at the back of his hand reached the entrance, it caught.

No matter how stretched and used Doyoung’s ass was, taking an entire adult man’s hand was not something it could do easily.

“Hng!”

When Seungwoo stirred and pushed, trying to force it, Doyoung let out a small, pained sound.

Seungbin stroked his head, watching Seungwoo’s movements, and kept murmuring into Doyoung’s ear.

“Hyung, relax. If you tense up, it’ll hurt more. Slowly. Breathe, loosen your lower body.”

Doyoung tried. He forced himself to breathe and loosen his body—but the pain from being pushed open against his will was too sharp.

The first time he’d taken their cocks, it had been like this too—but this was worse. The foreignness was unbearable.

This wasn’t a level of stimulus he could just “endure.”

“It hurts, it hurts… It hurts, Seungbin.”

“It’s okay. Just hold on a little. You know—only the beginning hurts.”

Seungbin patted Doyoung’s bare back as he spoke.

Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip hard.

“Once you get past this part, it’ll be okay. Just a little more.”

To get it wider, Seungwoo pulled his hand back slightly.

They’d spent days stretching him with nonstop fucking, but against a fist, it still wasn’t enough.

Even so, Seungwoo stayed calm. He braced and pushed again.

With steady force, the “door” that felt like it would never open began to twitch—then slowly swallowed the ridge of his hand.

“Ah—! Ngh…!”

A sound escaped from Doyoung’s ass like skin tearing.

Doyoung screamed, hurting and terrified. Unable to hold it in, he finally lifted his head from the table and looked back.

“…!”

He froze.

Half of Seungwoo’s hand was inside him.

Not fingers—his hand, up to the hard knuckles.

Doyoung had thought it would be “just fingers.” His mind went white.

A hand was inside his ass.

Panic crashed through him in a chaotic wave, belated and violent.

“Hyung. Surprised?”

Seungbin whispered. Doyoung’s face crumpled instantly, like he might start crying at any second.

“You don’t have to be that scared. It’s just a hand instead of a cock.”

Seungbin kissed Doyoung’s trembling cheek, his wet lashes, the tears in the corners of his eyes—again and again.

The kisses were soft enough to melt ice, but Doyoung couldn’t calm down.

“Seungbin…”

“It’s okay. Don’t be scared. If you just hold on a little, hyung will start feeling good too.”

But at that moment, Doyoung barely heard him.

His body shook violently with a hand half-buried inside him, and pain surged up like he was being split open.

He felt like he might lose his mind from fear.

No matter how much he’d believed he’d do anything they wanted—having a fist pushed into his ass was simply terrifying.

He started to whimper.

Tears spilled continuously down his small face.

“Why are you crying?”

At Seungbin’s words, Doyoung couldn’t answer. His shoulders shook as he kept sobbing.

Seungbin finally glanced at Seungwoo—an unspoken signal that this seemed like too much, that maybe they should stop.

But Seungwoo didn’t pull his hand out.

Keeping it half-buried inside Doyoung, he leaned down until their eyes met.

“Hyung.”

It was the first time Seungwoo had called him “hyung.”

Doyoung flinched, staring at him through tears.

“If you don’t want it, we won’t do it.”

And Seungwoo was using polite speech.

That too was the first time. He’d always spoken casually—you, you—like Doyoung was younger. But now he was calling him hyung and speaking gently, formally.

“I don’t want to force you. We don’t want to do it if it’s against your will.”

“Seungwoo…”

“So if you hate it, say so. I’ll pull my hand out right away.”

Seungwoo’s face was calm—quiet in a way Doyoung had never seen from him. He wasn’t blaming Doyoung for stopping things, and wasn’t showing annoyance. He just waited, expression plain, for Doyoung’s choice.

Watching him, Doyoung’s heartbeat slowly began to settle.

The chaos in his mind—whipped into a frenzy by fear—quieted in an instant, as if someone had poured cold water over him.

He was scared. The idea of a hand inside him was horrifying—he couldn’t shake it.

But that fear washed away, cleanly, in the face of Seungwoo not pressuring him, not coaxing him, not pushing.

In Seungwoo’s eyes, Doyoung could see it—sincerity.

A promise that he wouldn’t treat him carelessly.

And that made Doyoung want to give him even more.

Because from the beginning, Doyoung had believed it: if it was something they wanted, he wanted to give it to them.