TSOTI – Chapter 4.4

So Doyoung dropped to his knees on the sand and reached out to take Seungwoo’s cock in his hand. Still warm from having just slipped out of his pussy, it throbbed with heat in his grasp as he began to suck it with care.

“Ha… What am I supposed to do with this filthy slut.”

Seungwoo clicked his tongue as if exasperated. Yet the corners of his mouth lifted high—he clearly didn’t dislike it. After sucking Seungwoo’s cock for a long while, Doyoung—still unsatisfied—grasped Seungbin’s as well, the one filming his every move, and began sucking them together.

He held the two rounded heads together, rubbing them against his tongue as he savored the texture. One cock at a time, he drew them in—slurp—before switching to the other, lips sealing and sucking again. The two shafts that had been thrust deep into him still carried the faint scent of his own sex. As he sucked at the cocks slicked with his juices, Doyoung sank deeper into a blissful haze.

“Our hyung…… Looks like this won’t be enough to satisfy you, huh?”

Seungbin said with a laugh while filming Doyoung kneeling naked on the sand, sucking two cocks. He had captured every moment of tonight’s acts without missing a single thing: Doyoung crawling naked across the sand, getting his ass whipped and pussy trampled, squatting with legs spread like a dog to piss. All of it.

Back when Doyoung was drenched in piss, the sight of his lower half alone had been lewd enough to arouse anyone. It would’ve been even prettier if his upper body had been soaked too.

“Hyung. Want us to do something really good? Something that’ll make your eyes roll back—we’ve still got one more thing left.”

At Seungbin’s suggestion, Doyoung—still gripping both cocks—looked up blankly. With rounded glans between his small lips, he carefully nodded. The sight of him gazing upward while sucking their cocks was unbearably lovable. Vulgar yet innocent, pure yet sensual.

“Let go of the cocks for a sec.”

Doyoung released them from his mouth. Seungwoo—who had already guessed Seungbin’s intention—chuckled and took hold of his own cock. He’d been thinking the same thing. There was nothing more fitting for a naked, spread-legged bitch than this.

“Hyung. Close your eyes.”

Doyoung obeyed and shut his eyes. The two men gazed down at him, kneeling obediently, blind and trusting, without the slightest suspicion. His body awakened raw male instinct. They couldn’t control their desire in front of him.

Both pointed their cocks toward Doyoung. The red, swollen glans—still flushed from thrusting—opened and began releasing yellow streams. The liquid soaked his hair first, then ran down his face. Twin streams covered his white forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and lips.

“Huu…… Huu…….”

They groaned while pissing on Doyoung. The yellow fluid started at his head and flowed downward, drenching his pale body. It ran over the clamped nipples. The thin chains connecting them gleamed as urine streamed across his skin.

Doyoung knew exactly what the warm liquid covering him was. The fishy scent and heat alone told him they were pissing on his face.

He trembled happily beneath their streams. Even while enduring this filthy act, he felt a sense of comfort. His chilled body warmed from the liquid. Receiving their consolation, Doyoung felt as though even his painful past could be forgotten.

‘Shhhh.’

The streams pouring over Doyoung’s body finally stopped. Soaked head to toe in piss, he slowly lifted his eyelids. His urine-drenched eyes looking up were beautiful. Even his long lashes, wet with piss, appeared longer and darker. No man in the world could resist this sight. Seungwoo and Seungbin’s chests burned hot.

“Hup!”

Both men pulled Doyoung into a fierce embrace at once. The smell of piss on his body didn’t bother them at all. No—in fact, they liked it. It felt like they had marked him as theirs alone.

Like filth coating his body, a thick male claim had been left on him. A bitch so thoroughly dirtied she could never be satisfied by another man’s cock. Doyoung had become theirs completely.

***

Drip. Drip. Drrrip.

Steam filled every inch of the space. Condensation that had clung to the ceiling grew too heavy and fell in drops—one, two—into the bathtub. Each droplet created a round ripple on the still surface. Those ripples spread gently, blending into the already calm waves.

The bathroom air was soft and damp from the warm steam. Water beads on the walls slid slowly, diffusing the hazy light from the overhead lamp; the tiles reflected it with a gentle shimmer.

The water temperature was warm enough to draw a soft gasp upon contact, spreading through the body and slowly loosening tense muscles. The bathwater lay still, yet moved with the faintest breath.

The occasional bubble popping underwater, the drip of condensation hitting the surface, and the quiet humidity filling everything between.

It was a space where even time seemed to melt slowly. Warmth connected air, water, walls, and floor in a gentle embrace, lingering like comforting rest around the entire body. The cold air of the world outside the door grew distant, leaving only the breath of water and the warm stillness submerged within.

“Hyung. Is the water temperature okay?”

At Seungbin’s question, Doyoung slowly nodded. He sat in the tub facing Seungbin, cradled in Seungwoo’s arms. Submerged up to his chest, head resting on Seungwoo’s broad shoulder, he let his whole body relax. The fatigue from crawling on all fours across the sand melted languidly in the warm water.

“Good. I was worried it might be too hot.”

Seungbin kept scooping water and pouring it over Doyoung’s shoulders, afraid he might get cold. Every so often, he pressed a kiss to Doyoung’s forehead, unable to resist how pretty he looked with his eyes closed.

When Doyoung giggled that it tickled, Seungbin pounced more openly. Leaning in, he buried his lips in Doyoung’s neck and sucked the tender skin with wet ‘chuu chuu‘ sounds. Doyoung pushed him away, saying it tickled, yet kept laughing happily—he didn’t truly dislike it.

“Does anything hurt?”

Seungbin asked seriously amid the play, suddenly worried. After crawling naked on the sand for so long, concern was natural.

“My knees got a little scraped, but it’s fine.”

“What about your pussy? It must’ve been hard holding the eggs for so long.”

“Mmmng. A little itchy inside, but otherwise…….”

“We’ll put ointment on later after the bath. I’ll apply it for you.”

“Okay.”

Sometimes, after rough play or having things inside for a long time, the inside of his pussy would itch. Seungbin always took meticulous care of Doyoung’s pussy, worried about infection. Thanks to that, despite all the reckless acts, Doyoung had never suffered any lasting damage. Of course, his anus had been stretched so wide it no longer fully closed—but that couldn’t be helped.

“I like bathing with hyung. You’re prettiest when you’re wet. Touching your wet body feels good, too.”

The somewhat suggestive words made Doyoung flush. But he, too, loved bathing with them. Wet skin rubbing together felt far more ecstatic than dry. The slickness from water reduced friction. Though not an oily lubricant, simply touching underwater could feel this good.

“Me too…… Feels good…….”

Doyoung’s voice was languid. After running around naked and now soaking in warm water, sleepiness washed over him. Yet he stayed awake thanks to lingering arousal. The heavy sensation between his buttocks kept him heated. Seungwoo’s cock—still pressed against him—showed no sign of softening.

“Hyung. Can I touch your pussy?”

Always touching whenever he wanted, yet asking so sweetly—Doyoung found it adorable and let out a small laugh. Every time Seungbin asked with wide innocent eyes, despite the lewd question, he looked like a cute child.

“You always do anyway,” Doyoung teased softly, then spread his knees in invitation.

Seungbin slipped a hand beneath the water and stroked him. The sensation underwater felt different—slicker, strangely heightened.

“It’s amazing. Feels even better underwater.”

Seungbin muttered like a child. His tone held pure curiosity rather than anything sexual. Doyoung always felt a little confused in moments like this. The Seungbin who had filmed every filthy act earlier seemed like a completely different person from the one now touching his pussy with sparkling eyes and innocent wonder.

“Does it feel different for hyung too, when touched underwater?”

“A little, yeah?”

“Which feels better? Normal touching or underwater?”

“Hmm…… Probably underwater…….”

Seungbin’s eyes lit up noticeably at Doyoung’s answer. Unable to hide his childlike joy, he kissed Doyoung’s cheek.

“Me too. Touching like this feels way better.”

Doyoung felt happy whenever he talked with Seungbin. He was more comfortable than anyone, with that cute younger-brother vibe that always made things fun.

“I want to eat Hyung’s pussy. Eat the wet pussy like laundry.”

Doyoung didn’t refuse this time either. Smiling gently and nodding, he let Seungbin lift him and set him on the tub’s edge.

“Spread your legs like earlier.”

Doyoung obediently parted his thighs. This time, he didn’t raise his knees but let his legs dangle. Fortunately, the wall behind provided support so he wouldn’t fall, but there wasn’t enough ledge to prop his feet. He could only spread his legs while his ass barely perched on the rim.

“Pussy smell.”

Seungbin buried his face between Doyoung’s legs and inhaled deeply. Prolonged submersion had weakened the distinctive fishy scent, but it still wafted gently. Only after savoring Doyoung’s favorite pussy scent for a long while did Seungbin press his lips to it. Like licking sweet ice cream, he traced the water-soaked labia with his lips, sucking, then thrust his tongue out to lick every crevice.

“Ah…….”

Doyoung’s head tilted back sharply in pleasure. Like a baby nursing at its mother’s breast, Seungbin clung blindly to the pussy and sucked. Doyoung ran both hands through Seungbin’s wet hair. The steam-filled bathroom felt like being trapped in a dream. Amid occasional splashes of water, the wet *slurp slurp* sounds of tender flesh being sucked echoed loudly.

“Mmmng, good…… Good, Seungbin…….”

Doyoung didn’t hide his rising pleasure. Each time Seungbin’s tongue swept the labia, his waist arched, and electric jolts shot through him. The pussy—already resembling a clam—was even softer and more tender from being soaked. Seungbin lapped at the slick, seaweed-like texture spreading in the water.

“Mmmng…….”

Doyoung’s toes curled. Excited, he kicked the water’s surface. Watching intently, Seungwoo reached out. He pulled Doyoung’s foot close and pressed his lips to it.

Smack. Smack.  While Seungbin sucked Doyoung’s pussy, Seungwoo sucked his foot. Even without soap, Doyoung’s feet tasted sweet. At first, simply taking the toes into his mouth, Seungwoo soon swallowed the big toe completely and sucked earnestly. He licked along the sole, then took each toe from big to little into his mouth one by one.

“Ahng, ngh…… Mmmng. Heungh. Ngh.”

Doyoung slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the unfamiliar sensation at his toes, he looked down to see Seungwoo sucking his foot. Eyes closed, Seungwoo savored it as if tasting something delicious. As if nothing on Doyoung’s body could ever be dirty, he sucked casually.

It felt like his toes were melting. The soft tongue and warm touch made his nerves go limp.

“Ah…….”

Doyoung let out soft breaths as both men sucked his body. The warm, steamy bathroom felt dreamlike. Doyoung slowly closed and opened his eyes. Two broad-shouldered men with faces buried below him, sucking deliciously—it still didn’t feel real. Truly like a dream. His life of always hiding in dark places and covering his face felt distant.

“Pretty.”

Seungbin murmured dreamily after sucking the pussy for a long while. Though Doyoung had heard “pretty” countless times, he always wondered if they truly meant it toward him. He had no particularly outstanding qualities. Even his body wasn’t whole—why did they cherish him so much?

“Hyung’s pussy is really pretty. Always so wet and slick, the scent gets stronger every time I lick it.”

As if confessing, a little shyly, Seungbin buried his face in Doyoung’s pussy again. Tick. Tick. Droplets from the ceiling fell into the tub with clear sounds.

Slowly rising pleasure heated Doyoung. Though the bathwater had cooled slightly, his body remained hot.

“Mmmng, ngh…… Mmmng. Ngh…….”

With Doyoung’s moans, one of his legs lifted high. Seungwoo—sucking his foot—moved his lips to the ankle and bit the protruding bone. “Ah!” Doyoung let out a cute chirp like a small bird. Seungwoo chewed gently on the only pink part of the otherwise white foot. Pleasure surged again. He never knew that having his foot sucked could feel this good.

“There, there…… Good. Foot sucking…….”

A breathy, sticky voice echoed quietly in the bathroom. Seungwoo kissed the sole again. Placing Doyoung’s small foot against his face, he looked up and met Doyoung’s eyes. Droplets on his broad shoulders—exposed above the water—trailed along the muscle lines.

“Heut, heu…… Heuuu…….”

The thick tongue traced the indented sole. Licking from the plump ball of the foot, he took each toe into his mouth again. Once more, Doyoung melted. Toes straightened with tension from the electric sensation.

After licking between small toenails and crevices, Seungwoo sucked with force, making wet ‘chuuup’ sounds. When Doyoung flinched in pleasure, he released the toes and licked upward along the sole.

Past the ankle, the tongue traced the calf. Like a snail gliding over skin, a slick sensation continued. After climbing the smooth, hairless leg, he kissed the soft flesh repeatedly. Stroking the tender inner thigh with his hand, he continued sucking and caressing the calf.

It felt so soft he might melt……