TSOTI – Chapter 2.9

Sunlight slipped into the room through the open window gap. Slender rays of light slowly sliced through the dust-laden air, drawing a soft golden line in the center of the quiet space. The lingering warmth of a summer morning seeped gently into the sleeping Doyoung’s skin amid the warm air circling his pillow.

Doyoung only began to regain consciousness after the sun had already climbed high. He tried to turn over, but for some reason, his body wouldn’t move easily. After a moment, he lifted his heavy eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

“Mmnh……”

Doyoung was lying tangled in the arms of two men. He was resting his head on Seungwoo’s arm, leaning his body sideways, face-to-face with Seungbin on the opposite side. Seungwoo had his face buried in the crown of Doyoung’s head, one arm wrapped around him. The weight of that arm pressing down was a bit heavy, but inside that warmth, Doyoung felt strangely at ease.

He could clearly feel Seungwoo’s chest against his back. Because all three of them were naked, the friction of skin against skin felt almost electrifying. Each time Seungwoo breathed, his chest rose and fell, pressing down on Doyoung’s upper body. Whenever that broad chest—too wide to be covered even by a fully spread hand—pressed against his back, Doyoung’s heart pounded hard.

Huu. Deciding it was time to get up, Doyoung took a deep breath. Both men were solidly built, so escaping their embrace required serious mental preparation.

He braced himself and tried to sit up. But no matter how hard he tried, slipping free from between them was anything but easy. After several attempts, Doyoung finally gave up and relaxed his body again. It didn’t seem possible to get out of their embrace like this.

“…….”

As he lay there in resignation, Doyoung suddenly noticed a strange sensation coming from below. It felt as if something down there was full…

“Ah……”

Only then did Doyoung realize that there were cocks buried inside him. His pussy was holding Seungbin’s cock, while his ass was wrapped around Seungwoo’s. He’d thought he’d just fallen asleep wedged between them, but it turned out he’d been sleeping all night with both holes filled.

‘This is insane. I stayed like this all night?’

Doyoung’s face flushed bright red. Beyond embarrassment, the situation felt almost awe-inspiring. Their cocks were long enough that it wasn’t impossible, but even so, the fact that he could feel this full even when they’d gone soft was honestly unbelievable.

How long had they kept going? He felt like he’d fallen asleep pretty late, near dawn… After that, he’d vaguely felt the two cocks occasionally thrusting into him through his sleep. He’d been too exhausted to care and had just slept through it—but he’d never imagined they’d stayed buried inside him all the way until morning.

In a way, both of them were impressive. How did they still have so much stamina after going nonstop? Of course, thanks to that, he enjoyed it too. Because of them, he could fulfill his dark, filthy desires without restraint……

“Hyung. You’re awake?”

Seungbin’s voice reached Doyoung’s ear while he was lost in thought. Doyoung slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at him. Before his gaze could fully settle on Seungbin’s face, Seungbin leaned down and kissed his forehead. When those thick, soft lips touched him, Doyoung’s cheeks grew hot again.

“Why’d you wake up so early? You must be tired—sleep some more.”

The sweet voice soaked into his ears. It was gentle and sugary, like morning coffee waking him up. Having just woken, Seungbin’s voice was lower than usual. Doyoung liked Seungbin’s bright, cheerful side, but this heavier, calmer tone was nice too.

“Are you hurting anywhere?”

Because Seungbin was speaking with his lips still pressed to Doyoung’s forehead, Doyoung squirmed slightly, feeling ticklish. When he complained softly that it tickled, Seungbin, amused by the reaction, kissed his forehead again—chu, chu.

“Stop it, Seungbin. It really tickles.”

Doyoung laughed and pushed him away, but Seungbin caught even his hand and continued kissing his cheek, his lips, his neck, tickling him relentlessly. Doyoung burst out laughing, wriggling to escape the playful assault.

“Seungbin. Stop—stop.”

Finding Doyoung’s whining adorable, Seungbin tormented him even more persistently. Every time Doyoung struggled, the cock buried inside his pussy swelled harder. The walls that had held that massive length all night were pressed full again. Each small movement made his inner walls rub, sending subtle waves of pleasure through him.

“Are you protesting for me to fuck you this early in the morning?”

Seungwoo’s voice joined in—it seemed he’d woken up too. Because he spoke with his lips right against Doyoung’s ear, Doyoung flinched. At the same time, he clenched down below, and both holes tightened around the cocks lodged inside them.

“Look at this. First thing in the morning, and you’re already biting down. I’m pretty sure we fed you plenty of cum last night—was that not enough? Still begging for more?”

At Seungwoo’s morning teasing, Doyoung’s face burned. He wanted to deny it, but as Seungwoo bit gently at his ear, all that came out was an unconscious moan.

“Mmnh……”

Seeing Doyoung moaning, Seungbin smiled. The face he saw first thing after waking was already beautiful enough, but hearing those cute sounds too made him even more endearing. Just then, the pussy clamped around his cock, twitching, sucking greedily at the swollen flesh. The sensation of being sucked first thing in the morning made pleasure surge.

“Hyung. If you keep doing this, I’m gonna want to go again already. I was planning not to eat you this morning since we went at it so much last night.”

Seungbin lowered his head. While Seungwoo continued teasing Doyoung’s ear, Seungbin bit down on Doyoung’s parted lips and sucked. Slurp slurp.

From the moment he woke up, Doyoung was holding two cocks inside him while having his lips and ears sucked. The fullness below pressed hard against his sensitive spots, and little by little, the strength drained from his body. Even after a night of sex, desire welled up again, quickly overtaking all three of them.

“You know this is all your fault, right, hyung?”

Seungbin whispered against Doyoung’s lips, and at the same time, his hips began to move slowly.

“Heungh……”

A thin moan slipped from Doyoung’s lips. Soon, the cocks buried in both of his holes began to grind gently.

***

The midsummer sunlight poured into the yard, spreading like shimmering ripples. The rough stone wall glowed warmly under the sun, tiny shadows flickering across it and adding life. The sun-warmed air was hot, but the breeze cutting through it was cool, like running water. Droplets clinging to the tips of weeds sparkled as they reflected the light, and water scattered across the dirt ground glinted like fragments, freshening the air.

Doyoung stood in the middle of the wide-open yard, soaked through. Across from him, Seungwoo—also drenched—held a hose and sprayed water nonstop, while Seungbin laughed loudly, busy filming the scene on his phone.

It had all started when Doyoung jokingly splashed water on Seungwoo while he was spraying the yard to cool off. It had already been two weeks since Doyoung arrived on the island. Having grown close enough to joke around freely, he’d started the prank without hesitation. In response, Seungwoo flashed a crooked grin and grabbed the hose, spraying water like he’d lost his mind.

And just like that, a water fight broke out, with Seungbin seizing the chance to whip out his phone and capture everything.

In the sunlight scattered by flying water, Seungwoo’s body gleamed with a wet sheen. Droplets clung to his bronze-tanned skin, sparkling, while sharply defined muscles stood out clearly under the light. His transparent, soaked T-shirt didn’t hide his form at all—if anything, it clung tighter, emphasizing the lines of his shoulders and solid chest.

Water splashed and sparkled amid laughter, droplets forming and sliding down skin as a fresh, clean scent—half sweat, half water—filled the air.

“Hey, stop it—it’s cold, hey!”

As a stream of water hit his chest, Doyoung cried out, laughing. The water wasn’t that cold thanks to the heat, but against bare skin, it still felt chilly.

“You’re the one who started it. Once you start something, you gotta see it through.”

With his usual blunt expression, Seungwoo said that and kept spraying relentlessly. Water drenched Doyoung’s body. His white T-shirt, completely soaked, clung to him and had long since lost any function as clothing. Against his pale skin, his nipples jutted out beneath the wet fabric—especially noticeable because they were a deep pink.

“Hey—okay, I’m sorry. Stop, stop.”

“Why? It’s fun.”

Seungwoo seemed determined to go all the way, spraying without mercy despite Doyoung’s constant cries of surrender. Doyoung struggled to escape the water, laughing nonstop as he ran. Seungbin’s phone captured every moment. Under the clear summer sky, the sight of the two of them, soaked and playing around, looked as refreshing as the sunlight itself.

“Ah!”

Trying to dodge the water, Doyoung was finally caught by Seungwoo. Laughing, Seungwoo grabbed him from behind, wrapping strong arms around his abdomen. The cold hose tip slipped under Doyoung’s shirt, and icy water poured down his back. Startled, Doyoung thrashed around, but he couldn’t break free from the firm hold.

Water droplets flew, and laughter rang out between their wet breaths. Kyahaha.

Doyoung’s laughter echoed through the yard. The cold was miserable, but at the same time, being held by Seungwoo and fooling around felt so good he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hey—let go. Let go. It’s really cold. I said it’s cold.”

As Doyoung kept whining, Seungwoo’s grip loosened slightly. Doyoung thought he was about to be released—but instead, Seungwoo turned him around and pulled him close. Under the blazing sunlight, Seungwoo’s wet body shone dazzlingly. Against the soda-blue summer sky, a line of water slid down his sharp jawline.

‘I want to lick it.’

Doyoung wanted to run his tongue over the droplets coating Seungwoo’s body. Under the summer sky, that wet body was unbearably provocative, and the chest pressed against him was intensely warm. Dark eyes, half-hidden beneath lowered lids, were fixed on him.

His heart raced. Hearing his heartbeat thudding in his ears, Doyoung’s eyes slowly fluttered shut.

“Mmm……”

Before he knew it, Seungwoo’s lips had parted his. Their lips met naturally, wet bodies pulling closer. A tongue slipped in, gradually claiming Doyoung’s mouth. Thick flesh wrapped around his tongue, sucking it in.

Under the blazing sky, the two of them shared a kiss. Soaking through, Seungbin faithfully recorded the scene on video. The white sunlight, droplets clinging to the camera lens, and the dazzling sight of the two men were all captured without missing a thing.

“Ah!”

But just as quickly, the filming ended when Seungwoo suddenly turned the hose on Seungbin. Completely unprepared, Seungbin took the full blast, getting drenched from head to toe.

“Hey—what the hell was that?”

“You don’t get to be the only one having fun.”

Doyoung laughed and nodded in agreement. Then Seungwoo aimed the hose directly at Seungbin and began spraying him down.

Now Seungbin was the target. He tossed his phone onto the platform and bolted, trying to dodge the water. As the two chased each other around the yard, Doyoung laughed so hard his stomach hurt.

“Was it fun watching someone else get soaked?”

“Ah—hyung, stop, stop. It’s cold!”

After running around bickering for a while, the two of them ended up right in front of Doyoung. As Seungwoo sprayed again, Seungbin circled Doyoung, using him as cover.

“Ah—this isn’t working.”

After dodging for a bit with Doyoung between them, Seungbin suddenly stopped. He grabbed both of Doyoung’s arms, spreading them apart, and stood behind him.

“Hyung! Block him for me!”

Using Doyoung—who was shorter and smaller than himself—as a shield was such a ridiculous idea that both Doyoung and Seungwoo burst out laughing at the same time. Even if he hid behind him, Seungbin was much bigger and would still get soaked—what on earth was he thinking?

“Oh? You’re laughing? Guess our hyung needs to taste more water.”

Declaring that to a Doyoung who was laughing as if he might suffocate, Seungbin suddenly hoisted one of Doyoung’s thighs up. In an instant, Doyoung was balancing on one leg.

“Han Seungbin, what are you doing—put me down.”

Doyoung protested playfully, laughing, but Seungbin didn’t loosen his grip.

“Just stay still, hyung.”

Seungbin whispered, then shot Seungwoo a look. Catching his meaning instantly, Seungwoo gripped the hose again. Pinching the middle to increase the pressure, he aimed and sprayed between Doyoung’s raised thighs.

“Hup!”

A powerful stream of water hit Doyoung square in the crotch—right between his spread legs, beneath his cock, at the slit below.

Because he was wearing thin shorts, the sensation of water soaking his pussy was painfully clear. The stream forced its way between his parted folds, battering his protruding clit mercilessly.

“Mmm.”

A moan slipped out of Doyoung before he could stop it. The strong pressure striking his clit sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

“H-hey, stop. Not there……”

Doyoung twisted slightly in protest. But as good as it felt, he couldn’t help unconsciously pushing his hips toward the water.

“Hyung, if you’re telling me to stop, why do you look like you like it so much?”

“Mmmng, when did I. Heungh.”

“Look at you—completely melting.”

Seungbin found Doyoung adorable, getting aroused from just a little water between his legs. Three years older, yet still so unbearably cute. Even the way he melted and insisted it wasn’t like that was precious. His whole body was screaming I’m turned on, yet he still tried to deny it—like that would change anything.

“Hyung. Your cock’s already hard. You know that, right?”

Seungbin lowered the hand holding Doyoung’s arms and placed it over his soaked shorts, kneading the tented bulge.

“Haang, ah, no! If you touch me like that…!”

Even while telling him to stop, Doyoung moaned more sweetly, his hips swaying naturally. Seungbin bent down to claim his lips. In the sunlit yard, with water still spraying from Seungwoo’s hose, the two kissed.

“Lewd.”

Watching them kiss, Seungwoo muttered. Tilting his head, he pressed his wet body closer, watching the two of them grind together with hungry eyes.

By then, Doyoung’s nipples had hardened. With his cock being fondled, they strained against the soaked white T-shirt, pink and prominent, as if about to push through the fabric. Beneath the wet cloth, the glimpse of his waist swaying slowly was enough to drive anyone mad. And the cock being kneaded by a man’s hand was obscene beyond words.

“Heungh!”

Seungwoo aimed the hose at Doyoung’s nipples. The sharp stimulation made Doyoung’s body jerk. Seungwoo teased him by spraying the stiffened tips directly. The cold water lashing at his nipples forced even more pleasure out of him.

Behind him, he felt Seungbin’s wet warmth pressed close; in front, his cock was being handled while water tormented his nipples. Under the blazing sun, everything being done to Doyoung was overwhelming.

“Ahng, mmmng. Mmmngh…….”

Doyoung’s voice grew thicker, stickier. Sensing his state, Seungbin slid his hand inside the wet shorts and grabbed his cock directly. When the wet hand touched bare skin, the sensation doubled. Liquid leaked from between his parted folds, soaking his shorts differently.

“Hyung. You look insanely lewd right now.”

Seungbin whispered, pulling his lips away. He finally let go of Doyoung’s thigh and started pulling his shorts down. In broad daylight, in a wide-open yard with the gate still open, Seungbin stripped him without hesitation, tugging down his shorts and underwear.

“Ah—no! You can’t take them off here!”