Requested by Thristy4Sanhwajoong

"Hello! Can I help you with something, or are you just looking around?"

Seonghwa jumped a bit at a store worker's quirky attitude. He nervously touched his cheek as if he were thinking, then shook his head.

"N-No, thanks. I'm looking around," he stuttered. The woman only smiled and shifted her attention to other customers.

Seonghwa looked around the store he was in. Never did he think he would be standing here today.

The store had tiny lights hanging from the ceiling, which Seonghwa couldn't locate because it was dark. He had no idea how tall the building was.

From some corners played music — loud, aggressive voices and instruments boomed out of the speakers. Seonghwa tried to stay away from them as much as possible.

He was walking through a large shop selling various pop culture items and novelties. But he wasn't there for those things. No, no, no. Seonghwa looked a little further past some aisles to see pink and purple boxes against the wall, stacking up to the level of the dim hanging lights earlier.

Well, he found what he was looking for — kind of.

Seonghwa's eyes didn't stop moving around the section he was in: adult novelty. Everything caught his eye: from vibrators to cuffs, to costumes and even machines... How was this store still open to all ages?

But Seonghwa didn't dwell on that yet. Now that he was here, he only wanted one thing. Later he could return for whatever he'd like.

"Do you need help, sir?" another employee asked kindly. Seonghwa shook his head and muttered no. He felt flustered. To the employees, he probably looked like a mixture of a kid in a candy shop with a horrified mother finding smut stories on her child's laptop...

Anyway, Seonghwa looked around a bit, grasping the inspiration of future erotic nights with the items. But once again, he wasn't necessarily here for those objects.

He gave up. With so much stuff on the walls and shelves, he approached the first employee who spoke to him, now covered in shame.

"Do you... have lace garters?" Seonghwa scratched the back of his ear. The woman held her genuine smile and beckoned him over a few lines. It's possible she's heard that question a few times before.

"Thanks."

"Of course."

Seonghwa bit his lip at the different outfits before him. They were colorful and varying in style. He almost wanted to buy everything there.

After a few minutes of turning over package after package, Seonghwa finally chose one he thought he'd like to wear. He quickly left the store, then the rest of the mall, scared to be spotted by someone he knew.

Seonghwa felt a rush of cool air blow on his face as he entered his home. Great. Hongjoong left the heater off again.

"Hello?" he called. No answer. Seonghwa's cold fingers turned the heater knob before leaving towards the bathroom, ready for a much-needed bath.

"It... goes like this?" Seonghwa asked quietly, looking at himself in the mirror. Around his hips fitted a snug, black, lace thong. But slightly above, where his fingers ran over, was the top piece to the matching leg garters. The sheer fabric tightened over his legs to his feet.

Seonghwa bit his lip. The package wasn't kidding when it said it would highlight curvy parts of your body. He ran a hand through his wet lilac-grey hair and huffed. Should he wear the heels?

The first thing Seonghwa did was approach the mirror in the corner of his room. He got down on his knees, spread his legs, and pulled out his phone.

Taking lewd photos soon had Seonghwa tempted to touch himself in the process. So he switched to video and began recording. Maybe he'd send a little clip to an old fling or so. Then they'd be begging to see him again.

"Mm," Seonghwa hummed. His teeth softly pressed on his revealing tongue. To take it further, he squeezed his eyes closed then licked his thick bottom lip.

Seonghwa kept that pose as his hand massaged itself almost with a mind of his own. Past his lips slipped a moan.

He was so in his world, imagining scenarios where he was touched, that Seonghwa didn't catch the car door slam outside or the keys thrown on the dining table until it was too late.

"Oh, look what we have here."

Seonghwa froze and opened his eyes to see Hongjoong crouched beside him, deviously grinning in the mirror. A hand smoothly ran up and down his neck.

"M-Master..." Seonghwa gulped.

"Sannie? Can you come here?"

Seonghwa looked down like a scolded puppy, following the footsteps nearing his room. He lost the energy even to hold his phone.

San let out a whistle. "Did I do something good to deserve a surprise?"

Hongjoong lifted Seonghwa's phone from the ground. Then he smirked. "I don't think so, San. Maybe this guy, 'Wooyoung,' did."

"I wanted to look pretty," Seonghwa whispered.

"And you do. But this guy's not here now, is he?" San held Seonghwa's chin and brought him into a rough kiss. Hongjoong watched until an idea came into his head. He rose from his crouch and left the bedroom.

"U-Uh." Seonghwa's hand held San's wrist, whose hand tugged him hard in his underwear. He tried not to get too excited by merely staring into San's sharp eyes. San smirked. He knew the effect he had on his housemate.

Seonghwa sighed as San gave him two fingers to suck on. He was a mess, slumped on the floor beneath him.

Hongjoong returned, holding something in his hands. Seonghwa's eyes panicked. A tripod?

"So you can remember the day you wore this pretty outfit for us," Hongjoong answered his thoughts.

"Stand up." Seonghwa held San's hand, but Hongjoong quickly pulled him to his lap.

Swallowing hard, Seonghwa felt Hongjoong's warm breaths touch the back of his neck. He winced as the man placed a gentle kiss on his jaw.

"What's wrong, Seonghwa? Are you nervous?" he teased, squeezing the man's exposed thighs hard. Seonghwa frantically nodded.

"Aw, but why? You look so beautiful today," San complimented as he pulled down the thong and spread Seonghwa's legs apart. The oldest groaned and leaned his head against Hongjoong.

"Look at me," Hongjoong softly called. Seonghwa did and kissed his lips. In broken, unsteady kisses they shared, San occupied himself with teasing Seonghwa's member.

San swirled his tongue over the tip a few times until Seonghwa begged him to stop. He was sensitive, of course. But he couldn't get enough of it. He needed San to swallow him, to feel his throat.

"I'm sorry, but who's in charge?" San suddenly stopped. Seonghwa blushed and whispered the answer. "Huh?!" San asked louder.

"You, d-daddy." Seonghwa's cheeks went red when he heard the other two chuckle.

"How fucking adorable. Does that make you shy? Saying, daddy?" Hongjoong traced his tongue up Seonghwa's cheek.

"Y-Yes, master," Seonghwa whined when Hongjoong touched his nipples. His immediate response was to grind his hips against him.

Luckily, it felt good for San too. He sunk his fingernails into Seonghwa's soft inner thighs. He wanted everyone to know that Seonghwa was taken already and didn't need anymore.

Hongjoong cursed over and over from the weight on his clothed erection. It looks like Seonghwa was having fun, huh?

San and Hongjoong shared a look of agreement as they made Seonghwa stand back up. He was messily panting and stumbled on his high-heeled shoes.

But a few words of praise was all that he needed to compose himself again.

"Face that mirror, sweetheart," San ordered. Seonghwa did, feeling a little intimidated by the younger two's devilish smirks.

Hongjoong licked two fingers and pushed them in. His other hand holding a bent over Seonghwa, pressed tight.

"Mmm, master, please." He shut his eyes, touching his lips and enjoying the sensation.

"Help me a with a little more, Sannie." Hongjoong spread his fingers to provide an entrance for San too. Seonghwa stirred, hands on his knees. The worst, but best, part was still to come, and his legs shook already.

"A-Ah!" Seonghwa exclaimed when San fingered him deeply.

Hongjoong grinned halfway in the kiss with San. "Let me have him first, babe. I found him, after all."

"Go ahead."

Seonghwa unexpectedly stumbled as soon as Hongjoong held his hips and pushed himself in. While cursing in pain, a finger lifted his chin to kiss.

Hongjoong didn't save much mercy for Seonghwa. Before long, he clutched the man tight to thrust into him, smack after smack echoing through the room, along with their moans, of course.

Saliva trailed off San's lip every time the kiss broke. Yet, it was hot for them to see again. Seonghwa liked the way he could view the excessive drool through the mirror. It made him feel dirty. Oh, and he likes dirty.

Hongjoong smacked Seonghwa's thigh while speeding down. His face was flushed and his breath unstable. The tightness his cock felt was almost unbearable now. So as he came to a halt, he let his juices loose inside the older.

"Oh? My turn?" San laughed and guided Seonghwa to the mirror, the surface he was pressed upon.

Tingling sensations flowed through Seonghwa's body. The mirror was ice cold, especially after the house was left several hours unattended. So for every small and desperate pant for air Seonghwa formed, short condensation patterns appeared on his reflection.

"D-Daddy, please!" he exclaimed and touched his body. He groaned after San's palm came in contact with his milky skin... several times.

"Hm? Please what?" San spat, spanking harder. He could see the pain in Seonghwa's face — the flushed face signaling he's had enough already.

"I wanna cum, p-please..." Seonghwa begged, legs just about giving out.

San pulled out and wiped his hole with a thumb. "Cum, then."

Seonghwa sighed in relief and even fell to one knee. He forgot how to stand after being in that position for so long. It didn't matter if he heard their taunting laughs. He came, and he was done.

After pushing his moist hair back, Seonghwa came face to face with Hongjoong, who grabbed his chin to initiate some sort of tongue fight he easily won.

Later, he'd be replaced by San's cock, shooting its seed down his throat until he was empty. Seonghwa had no will to get up, but eventually, he was dragged to the more comfortable bed.

"You should wear this often. It looks sexy on you." San traced a finger up and down Seonghwa's side.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. I'll buy you ten more if you model them for me. But only me." Hongjoong nuzzled his nose against the older's neck, to which they laughed.

Their rest of the day was spent in bed, chatting until Seonghwa fell asleep, and then the other two consequently followed minutes later.