Requested by peppapigsdress

"Jongho, your team's shit," Seonghwa grinned and took a sip from his wine. Currently, the rich pair was watching a soccer game on their large flatscreen TV.

"Shut up before I knock you out," Jongho muttered. His knee bounced up and down angrily.

A pair of thick heeled boots grew louder behind them. Within moments, a boy appeared beside Jongho.

"Hey, precious." Jongho did his best to sound bright. Yet, at the same time, he didn't want to get triggered by the sight before him.

Yeosang wore a white crop top, black skirt, and tall black boots. He set his hands on his hips.

Seonghwa only glanced at him once before returning to the game.

"Yeosang, where's Hongjoong?" His voice held no tone.

"He doesn't want to come in," Yeosang said while climbing onto Jongho's lap.

"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa called. Seconds later, there were scuffling movements behind him, and a shy Hongjoong appeared at Seonghwa's side.

The small boy blushed at Seonghwa's look. His all pink baby boy outfit wasn't enough to draw attention away from the thick, black collar around his neck.

"Come here, shortie." Hongjoong obeyed and straddled Seonghwa's lap. He snuggled his face into Seonghwa's neck. It was like a scolded puppy called into his owner's arms.

That's probably because he technically was it too. Hongjoong hated the collar he had to wear. It felt humiliating because of the size and striking color. Several guests who came to the home would ask, then blush at the answer.

"My oppa punished me," Hongjoong would say.

"You know you wouldn't be wearing this if you hadn't flirted with the mechanic," Seonghwa muttered while lightly tugging the collar.

From beside them, a light moan left someone's mouth. It was Yeosang, eyes closed as Jongho had a hand up his skirt.

"Your team might be winning, Seonghwa," Jongho smirked. "But I think I am with this one."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and turned to Hongjoong. His boyfriend was slumped over him, loosely hanging on to his neck. Seonghwa pulled the collar only for Hongjoong to whine.

"Shortie, is this too tight?"

"No, oppa."

"You tell me if it is, okay?"

Seonghwa had to admit that as much as Hongjoong got kinky in the bedroom, his boyfriend was a sensitive sub who had to be taken care of at all times. Almost like a baby.

On the other hand, Jongho and Yeosang loved to be rough and didn't care to show it in front of an audience.

That's why Yeosang was a mixture of moans and whines as Jongho played with his dick.

"Oppa, I want to have fun too," Hongjoong mumbled. "Fun like Yeosang."

"Mhm? You do?" Seonghwa poked Hongjoong's sides.

Hongjoong eagerly nodded and lifted his head. He began to grind on Seonghwa's lap, gently groaning at the way it felt touching his dick.

And Seonghwa knew it. He lifted the thin pink skirt Hongjoong wore to find him without underwear and a hardened dick instead.

"Someone's a little excited." Seonghwa licked his bottom lip. Hongjoong loved the way his eyelids fell as he did that.

All of a sudden, Jongho's phone started to ring. He reached around Yeosang to get it.

"Hello?" Jongho turned to Seonghwa, currently making out with Hongjoong. It was from work. "What's wrong?"

Seonghwa broke his kiss and met Jongho's look. "What?" He mouthed.

"I see. We're on our way." Jongho hung up the call.

"What happened?"

"They need us to go down and sign a few things."

Seonghwa groaned. "It can't wait until tomorrow? I'm trying to pleasure my-"

"Your baby, I know. But this has to be done now." Jongho turned to Yeosang. "You'll be good, right?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good." Jongho caressed Yeosang's cheek.

Hongjoong climbed off with a sulky expression. "Seonghwa..."

"I know, and I'm sorry. But we'll be back before you know it. Okay?"

Hongjoong nodded. He watched the two men gather their things. Yeosang stood by him, observing them too. Until finally, they left out the door.

"Fuck," Yeosang muttered.

"I know," Hongjoong replied.

The two stood in silence until Yeosang took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm going to my room."

Hongjoong watched his friend was up the stairs, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt. He looked down and thought for a moment. That was when something popped into his mind. Hongjoong shifted uncomfortably at his erection.

Without wasting another second, he ran up the stairs.

Yeosang and Jongho's room was down an opposite hallway than Hongjoong and Seonghwa's. That's how they lived. Hongjoong played with his fingers as he walked down the unfamiliar hall.

"Is it this one?" He whispered to himself.

Soon, the sound of running water reached Hongjoong's ears. He pressed his ear against the door and jumped when it opened further.

Yeosang and Jongho's room looked different than his own. The room, Hongjoong thought, looked a little more boring. The beige walls couldn't beat the pretty pink ones he made Seonghwa paint in his room.

Hongjoong forgot about morals and walked towards the slightly opened closet. A peek wouldn't hurt, right?

Hongjoong swallowed and regretted checking. Inside was the kinkiest things he's ever seen. Aside from the usual clothes, at the back was a collection of revealing outfits and costumes. Hanging on the wall were various toys, straps, and devices Hongjoong didn't know how to use.

"What are you doing?" A voice roughly asked. Hongjoong turned to see a wet Yeosang with a loosely wrapped towel around his hips.

"Looking." Hongjoong tapped his skirt.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

Yeosang squinted. "What?"

"Well, this might be wrong to ask, but I wanted to see if we could help each other," Hongjoong swallowed the nervousness down.

Yeosang's eyes fell on the notable tent under Hongjoong's skirt. Then he remembered his problem and how he hasn't fixed it either.

"Two bottoms won't make a top."

"I know... I just wondered if you wanted to." Hongjoong breathed and walked towards the door. "Sorry for-"

"Wait!" Yeosang approached him and took Hongjoong's arm. The two shared a long stare.

All of a sudden, Hongjoong jumped into Yeosang's arms and kissed him. The two fell on the bed with a soft thud.

The pair held each other during their kiss until Hongjoong rubbed his ass over Yeosang's sensitive crotch. When he moved down, his hand swiftly undid the towel. Yeosang now lay bare.

Soon it was Hongjoong's turn. With a quick switch in poses, Yeosang stood over Hongjoong. He lifted the sweatshirt past Hongjoong's head and proceeded to unclasp the skirt's clip.

"What should we do with this?" Yeosang tapped the collar.

"Don't act stupid," Hongjoong spat.

"Huh?"

"It's your fault I'm wearing this damn collar."

Yeosang smirked. "I don't think so... shortie."

Hongjoong glared, but Yeosang didn't care. "Don't call me that."

"It was you who flirted, not me. I only told you that he wanted to talk for a bit. You were the one who did the flirting."

"How did Seonghwa find out?"

"..."

Hongjoong frowned and tugged Yeosang's hair so they were closer. "Take this shit off."

"Are you sure? If Seonghwa-"

"This is your fault. Take it off me."

Yeosang obeyed and untied the leather material. He carelessly tossed it behind him. Once again, they returned to kissing, forgetting the small argument from before.

Hongjoong had to admit that for a bottom, Yeosang dominated his mouth well. The way Yeosang's tongue held him down made Hongjoong want to moan. Not to mention how Yeosang's slender fingers touched him.

Tiny drops of water coming from the man's dirty-blonde hair fell on Hongjoong's collarbone. But he wasn't complaining. The water running down his skin during such an intimate moment excited him.

Yeosang backed up with a smirk.

"Come shower with me."

Yeosang locked the bathroom door in case their boyfriends arrived. Hongjoong obediently waited after Yeosang to join him in the shower.

To both their content, the shower was large for the two of them.

Before Hongjoong could react, the shower turned on, and warm water fell over him.

"Yeosang!"

His friend only laughed. "I can't be the only one wet."

Once Hongjoong got adequately soaked, the water turned off, and they kissed again, this time with wet lips pressing against each other.

"I don't know what to do now," Yeosang gasped against Hongjoong. "You?"

Hongjoong broke the kiss and kneeled. He tugged Yeosang's length. "Mmm... maybe this?"

Without another moment, Hongjoong set his lips around Yeosang's tip. His hand pulled Yeosang's shaft just as he slumped down. His own hand went to playing around with his erect cock.

Yeosang released a loud groan as Hongjoong's mouth did its work. Jongho's always kept him at a bottom that he sometimes forgot how good a blowjob was. His veiny hands gently pushed Hongjoong's front bangs back.

Meanwhile, another idea came to Hongjoong's mind. He withdrew his head back and kissed Yeosang's tip.

"What are you doing?" The younger asked. Hongjoong held up a finger before stepping out of the bathroom. Yeosang waited, eyebrow raised.

Hongjoong soon returned, holding two cock ring vibrators. One pink, the other black.

"Your choice?

"Pink."

The two placed their rings on and switched them to operate. Again they kissed, but it was with a new feeling. The vibrations and their dicks creating friction between them aroused their hormones further.

Gently, Yeosang started to fall into Hongjoong's arms. He became more eager for attention, for kisses. The ones Hongjoong planted on him with his plump lips felt perfect. He wanted more.

Yeosang tilted his head slightly to the side for Hongjoong to do a variety of licking, nipping, and sucking on his neck. A few of the marks were red, some even pulsing.

"B-Bend over, Joong," Yeosang whispered.

"You want to fuck me?"

"I might be better doing it than you. I've learned a thing or two."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll challenge you. After this, I get to fuck you back."

Yeosang grinned. "If you can even stand."

Not another moment passed when Hongjoong was turned around and pushed against the wall. Yeosang licked his upper lip as he watched the older boy's flesh turn red with every smack he gave.

"Ugh, Yeosang! Hurry, or it's my turn," Hongjoong muttered.

"What's the rush?"

"The rush is our boyfriends are going to catch us and punish us."

Yeosang laughed. "Ah, but you chose to come into my room."

Hongjoong whirled around, picked up the showerhead, and turned the water on. He pointed it towards Yeosang's face.

But Yeosang was quick to snatch it out of his hand and aimed it back.

"Bend over, bitch."

Hongjoong gave a small nod before turning back to where he stood before. Yeosang watched in amusement.

"Oh? Bitch? I never thought you'd like that one."

"It's-"

"I didn't say you could talk." Yeosang had more water fall over Hongjoong's head, having the boy slick his hair back.

"See what happens when the bottom talks?" Yeosang felt a new confidence flow under his skin. His finger aimed to touch Hongjoong, but his arousal couldn't take anymore waiting.

"Are you stretched already?"

"Mhm," Hongjoong merely whimpered. Yeosang shut off the water and stroked his friend's head. It was so hard to balance his sexual preferences with Hongjoong's. But Hongjoong's the one going through it, so why should he decide?

"I'm sorry for snapping," Yeosang confessed. "Can I go further?"

Hongjoong giggled. "Sure."

The new feeling stirred Yeosang a bit. It was strange having someone tighten around him when he was used to it the other way.

Once picking up the pace, the sounds in the bathroom grew louder. With skin slapping and moans, the room echoed it all.

Hongjoong parted his lips to empty his sounds. Every few thrusts, he'd feel Yeosang's ring touch him and remind him of how much he wanted to cum.

What Hongjoong wanted to do was cum deeply in someone. Who better than Yeosang? But would he last?

"Stop... ugh... tightening," Yeosang gritted. He held Hongjoong's hips against him.

"So who won, then?" Seonghwa asked as he pulled up to the house's circular driveway.

Jongho scrolled through his phone and smirked. "Park Seonghwa, you owe me a lot of money."

Hongjoong panted as he sat on the ground. Water fell over them both and washed Yeosang's cum away.

"Can you stand?" Yeosang smugly asked. "Or have I won?"

Hongjoong slicked his hair back and looked up. "Bend over."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and brought out his own phone. "Let me check it now. That way, I can drive you to the bank so it's in cash."

Jongho grinned. "I'm not lying, Seonghwa."

Yeosang breathed against the wall, breaths coming out shallow. Damn, Hongjoong made his stomach turn.

"You wasted my time." Seonghwa opened the doors to the mansion. "Hongjoong?!" He called.

No response. Jongho tried this time. "Yeosang?!"

"Could they have gone out?"

"Let me call them."

Hongjoong came with a loud and strained moan. Just as he pulled out, the water turned on and washed it away.

Hongjoong turned to the cock rings tossed on the ground, no longer working.

"I don't think those-"

Yeosang grabbed him by the arm and pulled, so they were both under the warm, running water.

Jongho was just stepping into the bedroom when he stopped—scattered, pink clothes over his bed. Boots tossed off into the corner. And a very familiar collar on the ground. How nice, he thought. The shower's running, and the two are nowhere to be found.

"Seonghwa," He called to his friend, who was down the hallway.

"What?" Seonghwa approached him. His hand squeezed the collar in anger before throwing it aside.

"Yeosang," Hongjoong panted. Water ran down his forehead, on the bridge of his nose, and onto his pink lips.

They were so immersed in their session that they didn't even hear Seonghwa opening the door. Not until it was too late.

The door roughly hit the wall. Hongjoong and Yeosang jumped then gulped.

Shit.

"Oh?" Seonghwa opened the shower door. "Jongho, look what we have here."

"O-Oppa..."

"You don't have your collar on, Joongie," Seonghwa's voice was low, intimidating.

"What's this mess in your room, Yeosang?" Jongho asked.

"I-It wasn't m-me."

"Oh, no?"

Yeosang stayed silent. Hongjoong wanted to smirk. Hopefully, Yeosang would get his punishment too.

"What's so amusing, shortie?" Seonghwa stared directly into Hongjoong's eyes.

"Noth-" Hongjoong squeaked as soon as Seonghwa threw him over his shoulder. He flinched when a hand smacked him perfectly on the ass.

"Seonghwa!" Hongjoong protested. He craned his neck to see Yeosang already embracing Jongho and trying to kiss his anger away.

But whatever they did, whatever they tried, nothing wouldn't stop their punishments. Yeosang and Hongjoong were strapped in—literally—for a ride.

Yet, at the same time, the two bottoms didn't regret their session. They'd do it again if they could.