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One of the things about S-Ranks, Han Yoojin has learned, is that they don't always like to take directions.
"I'm ready," he growls—and not for the first time, he'd like it to be known. Sprawled face-down over Sung Hyunjae's body, he tries to glare over his shoulder at the man kneeling behind him, but Song Taewon chooses that moment to curl the pads of two blunt fingers against his prostate. It means that all Yoojin can seem to do is press his burning cheek a little harder against Sung Hyunjae's chest. He digs his fingers into Hyunjae's shoulders. "Tell him to hurry up, already!"
"You'll be ready when I say you are," Song Taewon says. He pulls his fingers out to press them back into Yoojin's body, and Yoojin can't hold in a whimper. Song Taewon likes to be the one to prepare him—likes to take his time and make sure Yoojin is all properly worked open.
Beneath him, Sung Hyunjae chuckles. Yoojin feels it spread warmly through his body, making him gasp a little as his aching cock slides against Hyunjae's.
"And I happen to be enjoying myself immensely," Sung Hyunjae says. "So I'm not inclined to ask our Song Taewon-ssi to do anything differently."
A slow, lazy thrust of Hyunjae's hips has his cock sliding against Yoojin's again, on purpose this time, and Yoojin only just barely manages to hold back a groan. The movement makes Taewon's fingers press more deeply inside of him, and his breath hitches a little on something that definitely isn't a sob.
"Brace him," Song Taewon finally instructs, once Yoojin is well passed the point of insanity. He feels like he's been on the edge of orgasm for hours, pinned in place by the two unrelenting S-Ranks. For some reason, Sung Hyunjae seems happy enough to follow that order; as the sound of Song Taewon slicking up his cock fills the room, one of Hyunjae's hands slides into Yoojin's hair, the large palm cradled against the back of Yoojin's head. His other hand, which has been wandering idly over Yoojin's skin, presses hot and firm against Yoojin's back.
The weight of Sung Hyunjae's hands means that Han Yoojin can do nothing but pant and strain as Song Taewon rubs the broad head of his cock against his hole and then presses in until Yoojin is so full he thinks he can hardly breathe. It feels all consuming. World altering.
Fuck, why did these S-Ranks have to be so big? More importantly, why does it have to make Han Yoojin go hot all over?
"How does he feel?" Sung Hyunjae asks, his voice somehow almost conversational while Yoojin is loosing his damn mind.
"You know how he feels," Song Taewon grits out, his hands firm around Yoojin's hips, like he's trying to hold himself in check.
"Mmm," Sung Hyunjae agrees, like that's some sort of proper answer. "He does feel like heaven, doesn't he?" His hand wanders briefly down the slope of Yoojin's back to rub at his hole where it stretches around Taewon's thrusts, tugging gently at his rim for a moment before returning his grip to Yoojin's back. "Come now, Yoojin-ah. Why don't you clench all nicely around him? You know how much he likes that."
"Fuck you," Han Yoojin pants in response, but there's no helping it—his fingers clench against Sung Hyunjae's shoulders at another world-altering thrust, and his hole clenches tight around Song Taewon's cock, like he doesn't want it to withdraw.
There's a groan behind him, and Yoojin wishes he could see Song Taewon's face—watch his mouth fall open and then snap shut as he tries to maintain some sort of control.
It's always fun to make Song Taewon lose his composure a little.
"He looks like he's never going to let you go," Sung Hyunjae murmurs against Yoojin's ear, as if reading his mind, voice more than loud enough for Song Taewon to hear, too. Hyunjae's cock is sliding against Yoojin's with every thrust Song Taewon gives, and Yoojin is so close to orgasm he can practically taste it.
Behind him, Song Taewon's breathing is going harsher, and Han Yoojin decides it's time to bring out the big guns.
He isn't above playing a little dirty to get what he wants.
"Taewon-ssi, Taewon-ssi—please," he says, because there's no way Song Taewon can withstand the polite sound of his name in Yoojin's gasping voice.
He was right—Song Taewon's fingers tighten around Yoojin's hips, tilting them a little so that he's hitting Yoojin's prostate head on, and then there's the warmth of Taewon coming inside him as Yoojin comes all over Hyunjae's stomach and cock.
Sung Hyunjae gives him a moment to breathe after Song Taewon pulls out—he doesn't always, the bastard—and then just as Yoojin's head feels like it might begin to stop spinning, Hyunjae's cock is filling him up again.
"You did such a good job of opening him up, Taewon-ssi," Sung Hyunjae praises as he drives slowly up into Yoojin's oversensitive body, limbs still trembling from orgasm and the memory of Song Taewon's cock.
Song Taewon makes a sound that's half annoyed, half pleased, and all agreement as he sits back on his heels to watch, the sheets rustling beneath him in Han Yoojin's ears.
Somehow, impossibly, Yoojin realizes he's hard again, or maybe hard still—he isn't sure he'd ever actually softened.
Sung Hyunjae obviously realizes it too.
"Now, Yoojin-ah," he says, his words and his cock filling Yoojin to the brim. "You know it's not fair if you only come on Taewon-ssi's cock." He's really fucking up into Yoojin now, and Yoojin can't do anything but take it as Song Taewon's hands come up to grip Yoojin's hips, holding him in place for Hyunjae's cock. Yoojin can hear the slick sounds in the air—flesh slapping against flesh, Hyunjae's cock driving again and again into his hole wet with Taewon's come.
He can't even try to think of something smarting and witty to stay; with an exhausted whimper, Han Yoojin feels himself starting to come for a second time that night, spasming obediently around Hyunjae's cock as he spills weakly onto Hyunjae's stomach again.
"There we go," Sung Hyunjae says, the smugness in his voice trailing off into a groan as he releases, adding to the mess inside Yoojin.
He gets a bit more of a breather, this time—generous of them, he thinks—but Yoojin's nerves are still tingling with pleasure and over sensitivity when Sung Hyunjae slips out of him and trails a hand lazily down his back.
"What do you think, Yoojin-ah?" Hyunjae asks. "Can you take any more?"
"Fuck you," Han Yoojin says again. "I'm not some delicate little—"
Song Taewon hums, something between a laugh and a rumble, and Yoojin's voice cuts off as Sung Hyunjae sits up, bringing Han Yoojin with him. Yoojin gasps and clings onto Hyunjae's shoulders, legs tightening around sharp, strong hips as Hyunjae effortlessly gets his knees under him, hoisting Yoojin up in his arms. Of course, there's no chance of Yoojin actually falling—Hyunjae is holding him so firmly, and then there's Song Taewon's chest pressing in against his back.
Han Yoojin feels like all the air in the room is punched out of him as Song Taewon's cock sinks back into his hole. His head tilts back against Taewon's shoulder as he gasps long and loud, his eyes clenching closed at the sensation of fullness.
"That's it," Sung Hyunjae breathes, and he can hear Sung Hyunjae fisting his own cock with one hand, hard once again with his ridiculous S-Class stamina. Hyunjae's other hand is still holding Yoojin up, effortlessly, like Yoojin's weight is nothing.
Fuck, why is that so hot? he asks himself helplessly as his eyes flutter open to see Hyunjae's hungry look.
Then Sung Hyunjae's shifts forward a little, pressing Yoojin back more firmly against Song Taewon's chest, until he can fit his own cock up against Yoojin's stuffed hole.
"Go slowly," Song Taewon warns him over Yoojin's head, as if they haven't done this before, and Sung Hyunjae gives a strained chuckle in response.
"You know I wouldn't miss a second of this, Taewon-ssi," he says, and slowly, slowly, the head of his cock presses into Yoojin's hole alongside Taewon's.
This was what those first two rounds had really been about—fucking him open enough that he can take both of them at once.
"Fuck," Yoojin pants. He can feel come leaking out of him as both S-Ranks fuck into him. It always takes him by surprise, that he can feel so full and yet want more. That they can fill him so well and yet always want to give him more—him, Han Yoojin, an F-Rank they shouldn't have looked at twice. It never fails to overwhelm him. "Fuck, fuck. I can't—I—"
"You can," Hyunjae purrs as his cock presses in further. Yoojin can see where his eyes are going dark—from the tightness of Yoojin's hole, from the pressure and friction of Taewon's cock—and he knows that Song Taewon's eyes behind him look the same.
"I—"
"You're the one who kept insisting you were ready," Song Taewon tells him sternly, implacably, and Han Yoojin must have been crazy to have been trying to rush into this, though he'll certainly never admit it. He tries to turn his head, to tuck his face into Taewon's neck—to hide his flaming face? To bite him? Who knows, because Han Yoojin sure doesn't. Taewon reaches up with one huge hand to help him, thick fingers sinking into his hair. "You're doing well, Yoojin-ah."
"You always do so well," Sung Hyunjae agrees. He leans in, pressing Yoojin more tightly between them, so he can mouth at the cords of Yoojin's neck, teeth grazing enough to make him shiver.
It's enough to have Han Yoojin's cock stirring for a third—a third—time that night. He's never understood how these two manage to drag so much pleasure out of him. Fuck, maybe their S-Class energy seeps into him every time they come.
Or maybe they're just that good. Maybe they stoke some fire in Yoojin's body that he hadn't even known existed until they thundered into his life.
Weakly, Han Yoojin lets one hand fall from Sung Hyunjae's shoulders. He tries to get his fingers around his own cock, to sate the dizzying pleasure rising within him, but Hyunjae knocks his hand away even as Taewon makes a disapproving noise. Sung Hyunjae captures his hand, then presses it into Song Taewon's grip, and Taewon holds it securely so he can't touch himself with it.
"I don't think we're even close to done with you yet, Yoojin-ah," Sung Hyunjae tells him. "Isn't that right, Taewon-ssi?"
"Agreed," Song Taewon says, and Han Yoojin makes a sound of desperation. He has a feeling it's going to be a long, long night. "I think we need to teach him what patience is."