Requested by ateezdaksdomination
minor BDSM, c*mplay

Yeosang looked at the busy residential streets outside their college campus. People were walking their dogs, jogging, or doing some other productive outside things people do during the summer. He watched the tree leaves sway back and forth when a light breeze ran through.

"Are we almost here?" His older brother asked.

"I don't know. Look at the GPS," Yeosang replied.

"I'm driving."

"You can raise your phone." Yeosang looked out the window again but this time placing the phone in Seonghwa's line of sight. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and pushed it away.

"It should be up here."

"You think they're cute?" Yeosang suddenly asked.

Seonghwa didn't answer — he was a bit taken aback. "Is that all you think of?"

"I'm just saying. It would be nice to get to know the area with them."

Seonghwa chuckled. "Oh, Yeosang. You've been single for a long time."

"Too long." Yeosang pulled his legs up the seat. "Didn't you talk to them?"

"Only to one. He seemed pretty sweet when he described the dorm. But I don't know. I haven't seen his face."

"Meh." Yeosang sank in the passenger seat. "You said 'sweet.' I hate sweet."

"I know. Maybe that was my plan all along." Seonghwa paused beside a townhouse complex. "Is this it?"

"It looks nicer in person than the picture."

"That's new." Seonghwa switched the ignition off and released a heavy breath. "Ready?"

"Shouldn't we call to see if they're—"

"It should be fine." Seonghwa stepped up the stairs. Yeosang quickly stumbled after him.

Just as Seonghwa gave the door a knock, it opened.

"Hi!" a cheerful voice greeted. "Seonghwa?"

"Yeah... This is my brother Yeosang. Hongjoong, right?"

The male looked shorter by a significant height. His icy white-blonde hair appeared a little disheveled. Maybe he just woke up.

"Yeah! Come in!" He smiled. Seonghwa turned to Yeosang, almost about to burst with laughter from the awkwardness, and walked in.

"So San... Remember San?"

"Mhm."

"He's almost always busy... doing things, so he couldn't clear out his room. I know you wanted to share with your brother, but we couldn't find the time for San to move into mine. He's irresponsible."

Yeosang tapped Seonghwa's shoulder, showing him a hand gesture while mouthing 'blah blah.'

Seonghwa covered his mouth to block any laughter.

"Is that fine?" Hongjoong turned.

"Sure. Where is he now?"

Hongjoong sighed. "I have no clue. Probably flirting with some guys at the dining hall? I told him it was important to be here, but..." He shrugged.

"Guys?"

"Mhm. Is that a problem?"

"No." Yeosang tried hiding his interest. But Hongjoong noted it. He decided to set it aside.

"Well, you two can choose your rooms. If you need help unpacking, let me know."

"Oh, where are you—" Seonghwa heard the back door close.

Yeosang immediately started laughing. "You two seem like you'll have great chemistry. I'll leave you with him."

"It isn't because you think this San guy is a playboy?"

Yeosang stopped. "He said 'some guys.' More than one. Who knows?"

Seonghwa watched his brother run his hand over the sofa while walking towards the door.

"Are you coming? Or do you want to go ask Hongjoong for help?" Yeosang smirked.

"Fuck off."

Over the next hour or so, Yeosang and Seonghwa unloaded their things and found spaces to store them beside their beds.

"It bothers me how he doesn't clean," Seonghwa muttered when he saw San's side contrasting Yeosang's newly organized one.

"At least I don't room with the nerdy one."

"It's just a keyboard and computer or two. Hongjoong probably majors in music production."

"Yeah yeah. You're a nerd, so..."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "I'm not. Bye."

Yeosang laughed to himself and started making his bed. He liked the baby blue and white mixed pattern on his quilt set. Something about the colors moved him, and—

"Holy shit," he gasped, clutching his chest.

The pink-haired man chuckled. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?"

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I don't know."

Yeosang had the urge to ask if he was checking him out but decided not to.

San threw his jacket onto the mountain of clothes on his bed. No, not a pun.

"My brother hates your untidiness," Yeosang muttered, making his bead again.

"He's not sleeping in this room, is he? Just us?"

Yeosang gulped, thinking dirty-minded. "Yep."

"Cool!" San exclaimed with a smile. Yeosang raised an eyebrow. Maybe not.

That night, Hongjoong and San invited their new roommates out for dinner. Yeosang entered Seonghwa's room without a care in the world and grabbed his brother's arm.

"They're weird," he whispered.

Seonghwa stifled a laugh. "What do you mean by 'weird,' Yeosang?"

"Like... too energetic type of weird."

"What were you expecting? Oh! Some dick as a welcome gift?"

"I mean— Ow..." Yeosang rubbed his arm. "Don't you wish Hongjoong had that daddy look you like?"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Yeosang..."

"Yeah~ You do."

"Stop it. I'm sure he's a chill guy, okay? It's only our moving day, so stop getting so horny for your roommate."

Yeosang rolled his eyes. "I'm not. There's not much anyway. He's a church boy by the way he laughs."

"Yeosang..." Seonghwa sighed. "I'm done with this conversation. Let's go."

The dinner went well, but clearly, there was a sense of awkwardness between the four. But unknowingly to Yeosang and Seonghwa, San and Hongjoong were ready to get rid of that air and treat their guests with the best welcome.

The first was Seonghwa.

Seonghwa presumed he woke up to birds chirping outside and sunlight creeping into the room. Did he wake up late, or was it just summer that caused this effect?

"Good morning," a voice greeted. Seonghwa squinted to see Hongjoong now in the doorway.

His voice sounded... heavy? Alluring? He wasn't sure what to call it, but... The low tone made it sound sexy.

"Good morning..."

"Did you sleep well... sweetheart?"

Seonghwa couldn't find the brain cells to form a coherent sentence. His tongue twisted as well. What the hell was this man doing to him?

So he only hummed with a nod.

"That's great." Hongjoong took a seat at the end of his bed. His hand softly caressed Seonghwa's leg. "Y'know, I heard something last night. You and your brother don't think we're... nerds, right? Weirdos?"

"Nnmm." Seonghwa shook his head.

Hongjoong laughed. A bit crazy-like, but he did. "I should just get to the point, hm?"

He shifted a little closer. "Do you have a daddy kink, Seonghwa?"

"...."

"A cute little hum would be helpful."

"Mhm."

"Good." Hongjoong softly stroked Seonghwa's cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

Seonghwa pushed himself toward Hongjoong without any hesitation. He yearned to kiss the man and hid the urge for so long.

Very quickly did the temperature rise. Yet Hongjoong's hands lowered. They fidgeted with Seonghwa's buttons and soon revealed the man's toned chest.

Hongjoong went for Seonghwa's collarbone first. It was what he wanted to devour the most. He loathed how the sweaty skin he saw yesterday still lingered in his mind. Now he had the chance to mark it and make it his.

Following that, he moved a free hand down to Seonghwa's shorts, where they gracefully touched his erection. Seonghwa didn't wait to roll his hips up and down to feel Hongjoong even stronger.

"D-Daddy," he whispered.

"Beg for me, sweetheart."

Seonghwa jerked awake from his sleep — facing the pitch black ceiling. Moving his neck made him feel sticky and disgusting, not to mention the moist feeling in his shorts.

Did he just have a wet dream about his roommate?

He needed water. Quietly, he slipped out of bed, tripped on his way to open the bedroom door, and felt the way towards the kitchen. One glass wasn't enough. Two and a half hit the spot. Seonghwa shut the light and started back to his room. But he stopped.

A soft glow came from his bedroom now.

"Hey," Hongjoong muttered, sitting in bed.

"H-Hi..."

All of a sudden, Hongjoong started laughing.

"What?" Hongjoong seemed to stare at him from head to toe.

"You talk in your sleep," he began. "And also play with yourself."

Seonghwa went red. He couldn't say anything else. "Shut up."

"It's kind of cute. But come here so we can take care of that."

Automatically, Seonghwa felt his feet force the rest of his body to mount Hongjoong's lap.

In the room next door lay another pair. Yeosang faced the wall, and San met the ceiling. Everything was calm until someone sighed.

It was San. He'd been trying to sleep for hours and just couldn't. He had Yeosang on the mind and couldn't help it.

The interrogating eyes, the overall fierce look the man had was breathtaking. The cute, snarky remarks made San want to breathe him in like air. He needed to drown himself in Yeosang.

And no thoughts whatsoever, he took matters into his own hands and walked over to the male's bed, softly climbing into it.

It wasn't comfortable, but hugging Yeosang was all San wanted. He didn't care if his bare back slightly came off the side of the small bed. With his hands around Yeosang's waist, he started to rub.

Yeosang softly hummed in his sleep. He wasn't sure what was occurring in real life, but in his dream, it felt nice. For some reason, he felt invisible hands touch his body softly.

Slowly, the hands took form. It was San, wearing the outfit he wore for dinner. Yeosang blushed and admired the way the man stared him down.

"Sannie," he whispered.

"Mhm?"

Yeosang felt aware that it was a dream. But he didn't want it to end. Hell no.

Well... Yeosang stirred awake to something moving around his backside.

Low grunts came to his ears. He suddenly turned to see San tucking his face into his neck.

"San!" he whisper-shouted.

"O-Oh..." San stopped his humping movements and backed away. "I just... I couldn't sleep..."

Rather than get angry, Yeosang pulled him closer. "Keep going."

San nodded and trapped Yeosang under his strong arms. Then he pressed their clothed bodies together, moving in the most minimal ways.

Yeosang held his breath as it happened. He didn't think San would have this side — or reveal it so quickly. To think he thought of this man only as a slob—

"You're thinking, babe. Care to tell?"

"N-No..."

"Aw." San squeezed Yeosang's chin. "I guess I can make you in a bit."

Yeosang felt cold when the man left him and reached for something in his nightstand. When he returned, San leaned close to Yeosang's face.

"Arms up."

In one click, Yeosang's right wrist was chained to the bed by a pair of furry handcuffs.

San followed with a rough kiss to Yeosang's hungry lips. His hands craved to remove the articles of clothing — the only thing stopping them from jumping at each other right now.

The pair suddenly heard a deep suggestive groan on the other side of the wall. Yeosang had to giggle.

"The other two are getting to know each other too, I guess?" San grinned. "Let's get these stupid pajamas off us."

Seonghwa wished to stay the quietest possible, hoping not to wake Yeosang and San up. But it was so hard not to when the man he kneeled before groaned and cursed every time he licked the tip of his member.

"D-Daddy, you'll wake up the other two, and—"

"Shh, sweetheart. So what if they wake up? Does it make you shy to think other people can be hearing you?"

"..."

"Don't be afraid to moan for daddy later, that's all. I want to hear your pretty voice in my ears later."

Seonghwa obeyed and continued his sloppy blowjob. He wanted a good taste of Hongjoong so bad, but would he get one?

Hongjoong pushed down Seonghwa's head once more until the boy choked, then forced his face up.

"Don't swallow."

Seonghwa nodded with a few tears from the gag reflex. In a few pumps, he felt Hongjoong's cum settle on his tongue.

What took him by surprise was when Hongjoong leaned down so they could kiss. Cum and saliva mixed in their mouths, creating a huge wet mess.

"Get on the bed," Hongjoong muttered, lips wet. "All fours."

Meanwhile, in the room next door, a handcuff clanged with a wrist's quick jerk. It was Yeosang, doing his best to hold his sounds in while San kissed his inner thighs. Every few seconds, he'd pick a new spot to mark him at. Keep in mind, they were still in the dark where only the moonlight displayed their actions.

"San..." Yeosang sighed. The name flowed out his mouth both delicately and urgently.

San knew and ran his hands up the male's body — admiring every sharp curve or soft patch of skin. Yeosang's so beautiful.

"Patience, babe."

Yeosang stroked San's head as the man's tongue ran up his body to leave a tongue's moist stripe.

Yeosang grimaced at the too wet feeling in his rear. San carelessly coated and dripped lube over him with almost no end. But all he wanted to do was pound into his roommate already. If it took as much lube as he owned, better.

A minor hiss and low squelch came from their bodies, slowly converging together. Yeosang had his eyes shut while clenching his handcuffed wrist.

San took slight sadistic pleasure when he saw Yeosang's distressed state. His roommate panted loudly, ignoring the previous silence rule, and his body fell limp. Overall, San rejoiced from realizing that he could dominate this man in a heartbeat.

"So would you care to tell what you first thought when you met me?" San asked. He rotated his thrusts a little by lifting one of Yeosang's legs over his shoulder.

Yeosang was too busy moaning to answer. "San... San," he chanted.

"Hm?" San pressed on. One arm wrapped around Yeosang's leg to keep him still while the other went to the headboard. There, he supported himself to push his thrusts harder.

"I... thought you... ugh!"

"What?" Fingernails slightly deepened into Yeosang's skin.

"You weren't a playboy when I met you," Yeosang confessed. "You looked too boring or s-soft."

"Oh." San teasingly slowed down and leaned close. "Do you still think that?"

"No!"

"Good."

"It sounds so b-a—" Seonghwa couldn't finish his sentence before Hongjoong pulled his hair.

"Let's not worry about your little brother, okay? I'm sure San's making him feel very welcomed."

"Yes, daddy."

"Face back into the pillow," he ordered. Seonghwa bit down on the plushy white cushion again. His arms draped off the end of the bed, almost lifeless. That's how he felt: lifeless and full of life at the same time.

Seonghwa liked that Hongjoong was the cause.

"I thought you were the responsible brother, sweetheart. But it turns out you're a little more interesting in bed, right?" Hongjoong wanted to test if Seonghwa liked a little bit of degradation.

"Mmm," he heard Seonghwa powerlessly reply.

"A daddy kink? Do you like obeying orders like a little bitch?"

Seonghwa whined.

"Yeah, you do. You'd do anything to get dicked down." Hongjoong clutched the round area of his ass. "Right?"

"Mhm! B-But you! Only you," Seonghwa quickly added the last four words.

Hongjoong caught his hesitation then laughed. It made Seonghwa feel embarrassed that he was caught.

"Did you tell that to the last guy you called daddy?"

"..."

"How would it feel to not cum, Seonghwa? When I can cum in you?"

"H-Horrible."

"Yeah, it would be a shame. So I'll forgive you a little bit and give you a little something. But you'll have to cum with me."

Seonghwa released a useless sound to accept the proposal. In an instant, he reached the tipping point to where his body slowly relaxed into the sheets. So did Hongjoong. But he didn't stop because he had a little final touch to add.

Seonghwa sighed at Hongjoong's tongue on his rear. He could imagine how the man was probably tasting lube and cum together.

Yet, the feeling was minimal because something hard soon closed him up.

"You can keep the plug on a few hours for daddy, right? Be a good boy?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Come over here. I want to kiss your beautiful face."

Yeosang and San were in a similar position. But they were finishing a little quieter through a kiss.

Yeosang could practically breathe San while holding his hard biceps. The man was gradually pumping his seed around his rear, decorating it with a mess they'd clean tomorrow.

San sensed Yeosang was exhausted from the way the hold loosened little by little over time. It was a bit cute, to be honest. A side he didn't think he'd find in Yeosang. But it's perfect.

So San left careful kisses on Yeosang's face and neck, gently sending him to a peaceful slumber.

Hongjoong stroked Seonghwa's hair as the man rested on his chest, eyelids fighting to stay open. But they much rather preferred to be shut asleep, so that's what he did.

Tomorrow they would wake up and laugh at the events from the night before. The two hosts would laugh while the brothers shook their blushing faces, denying any teasing from them.

But for now, some rest after a long moving day sounded perfect.

Good night.