When news came out that Park Seonghwa was throwing a party for anyone at the university, word spread. Everyone wanted to visit his grandparents' mansion the weekend concluding spring break.

But already resting there was his closest friend group that had stayed the week.

"I still can't get used to the beautiful sunrise every morning," Yunho commented. "How come you don't move or come up here often?"

"Hongjoong works, Yunho," Seonghwa replied, tickling his boyfriend's chin. Hongjoong hugged his arm and pressed closer than they just were.

"I'd drop all my responsibilities if my boyfriend were rich," Wooyoung mumbled. He glared at San.

But the man just rubbed Wooyoung's thigh. "You would need a boyfriend first."

"We're practically dating."

"That's a good point. Why aren't you two officially dating? You're inseparable," Yeosang asked.

The pair shrugged. "It's hotter that way."

"Guys actually think they have a chance with me." Wooyoung chuckled and moved to straddle San. With no more hesitation, they started making out in front of them. Everyone groaned and looked away.

"I like when people know we're dating." Jongho kissed Yeosang's cheek. "They stay away."

"You're a scary dom, Jongho," Yunho added. But he turned to kiss Mingi's head. His boyfriend was dozing off. "Everyone knows Mingi's a soft one."

"I can b-be rough," Mingi slurred.

"Of course you can." Yunho planted a few more kisses on his cheek and nose. "It's just hard to believe."

"I'll show you tonight."

"Mhm. Okay." It wasn't that Yunho didn't believe in Mingi, but he just knew the boy preferred softer lovemaking most of the time.

"Well, we should prepare, shouldn't we?" Seonghwa proposed to them.

In just a few hours, cars began to arrive. Big groups of friends and random classmates alike filled the home. Loud, bass-heavy music boomed from the speakers. People danced or ran around with glasses in their hands. They all entertained themselves with the dancefloor, several areas to play games, and the several pools and hot tubs outside.

"More?" Seonghwa asked his boyfriend, bottle in hand. Hongjoong grinned.

"Of course."

"Oh." Seonghwa eyed the drink. "We're almost finished with it. Here."

Hongjoong giggled and downed the rest. He was unaware that the older stared him down intently. Seonghwa observed Hongjoong's actions— his adam's apple looked attractive, jawline was no joke, and lips wrapped around the bottle's mouth wide.

If only they weren't in this damn tub...

But nothing can stop them, right?

Seonghwa rose from his seat and neared Hongjoong. He set an arm around the smaller's shoulders and leaned close. Hongjoong took it as a sign to kiss. It was sweet and slightly wet. Of course, their bodies were wet already.

Seonghwa casually trailed his hand down to Hongjoong's pulled-up shorts. His thigh felt so smooth and full to touch. He loved his boyfriend's body so much. Like it was made to be dominated. Hongjoong smiled and only scooted closer. They both wanted it bad.

"Chug! Chug!"

Wooyoung watched with a drunk and excited smile how San was being cheered by a whole crowd. When he finished, he slammed the bottle on the table and opened his arms. More cheers and applause followed.

San stumbled back, but Wooyoung was there to hold him. He laughed.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?"

"Mmm, maybe?" Wooyoung felt San's hands naughtily rub his hips. They grinned while standing in the middle of the large crowd.

"Just fuck already!" someone shouted. San rose an eyebrow. Wooyoung felt himself melting from how hot it was.

"Maybe we should," Wooyoung whispered.

San smirked. "But where?"

Wooyoung kissed his cheek. "We'll find one somewhere.

In the meantime, Mingi and Yunho were attracting a large crowd on the dance floor. Their skills were fascinating. But credit was due to the fact that they were dance majors.

As soon as the powerful trendy pop song finished playing, a slow one came on. Its alluring beats and suggestive guitar caused Mingi to raise an eyebrow.

"Yunho?"

"Follow my lead, daddy." Yunho pressed back against Mingi's chest and started to form waves with his torso.

Mingi couldn't resist the fact that he had to look down. Yunho's ass looked so tight in those jeans. How could that boy breathe?

Either way, they look good.

Yunho gasped when a hand squeezed his clothed flesh. He giggled.

"Mingi!"

"I'm coming for you. Tonight."

Yunho turned and twirled Mingi's hair with a long, slender finger. "I look forward to it."

Near the bar was a group of guys sipping their drinks. They laughed and joked about many of the guests in attendance. Although the guys thought of themselves as tough shit, they were only freshmen and secretly had no clue what they were doing... or drinking for that matter.

"How about that one?" one pointed out to his friends.

"Cute."

"With those eyes... I'd do anything to see him under—"

"I'm going in."

"Hi!" Yeosang waved to the bartender, who he's grown to know over the past week. The bartender was a kind older man with a lot of patience. "Two more glasses, please."

"And who is this beautiful person I've come across?"

Yeosang turned to his right and saw a male approaching him. He chuckled and looked down. Bad decision because it made him lose some balance. A hand wrapped around his bicep.

"Woah, watch your—"

"You, watch yourself."

The freshmen boys exchanged concerned glances when they saw the man.

"S-Sorry. We just..." they trailed off and turned to disappear into the crowd.

Jongho sighed. "How do you always get people to flirt with you? It's getting hard trying to keep you to myself."

Yeosang hummed. "Possessive much?"

"Extremely."

"I like that."

"As you should."

The couple silent stared at each other, daring the other to speak. Often, students, or simply the public in general, would see them and question how they even got together in the first place. Their strong personalities crashed, and it didn't seem like they could ever find common ground.

But for Yeosang and Jongho, they embraced that. They used it to become a couple that could strike fear in others. No wonder people call them one of the 'scariest' couples on campus. Though JongSang sometimes thought that was a bit of a stretch.

"So what? You're just gonna stare at me with those beautiful wide eyes?" Jongho asked.

"You know I'm waiting for you to do something," Yeosang challenged.

"Come with me." Jongho pulled Yeosang to the back of the kitchen. He placed a hand on Yeosang's shoulder to make him kneel.

"Oh, I'm the bottom now?"

Jongho smirked while unbuckling his belt. "As you've always been: a bitch for my dick."

Yeosang had to submit. How could he not when Jongho viewed him with such dominance and mal-intent. It excited him.

"Give me a lovely blowjob with your pretty drunk lips."

Yeosang obeyed. He took Jongho's shaft into his hands and quickly began his task.

Jongho bit his lips, tilting his head up to the ceiling. But Yeosang didn't let him go. He grabbed the younger's hand to force him to watch.

Low curses left Jongho's mouth. Yeosang's sparkling eyes looked so pure yet sinful while looking into his own. Yeosang giggled, fueling pleasure into Jongho's body. His tongue ran up and down, making sure to lick any veins or creases.

The peak was when Yeosang swirled his tongue all over the tip, eventually digging into the slit. Jongho growled and grabbed his hair in reflex. He held Yeosang's head still while fucking his mouth. Yeosang felt like he couldn't open any larger. Just about every hit touched the back of his mouth, making his eyes water.

"Are you gonna cry?"

"Nmh," Yeosang whimpered, but at this rate, it was clear he was. Jongho slowly saw two tears escape the corner of Yeosang's eyes. He mouthed, 'You okay?' and Yeosang nodded.

String amounts of cum suddenly shot down Yeosang's throat. Jongho wiped his tears, giving them a quick taste, and cupped his face.

"Cute." Jongho kissed Yeosang's moist lips. Yeosang desperately clung to him, begging to have him explore more of his mouth.

"Let's get an Uber or something and go eat, okay?" Jongho proposed. Yeosang smiled and nodded.

"Chicken?"

"S-Seonghwa..." Hongjoong whispered with a blush. He currently straddled the male and tried not to look at the people walking around them, staring at their interaction. That's because Seonghwa was now kissing his neck while holding the smaller's waist with one arm.

"Hm?"

Hongjoong swallowed down a moan. "People are w-watching."

"So? We're only making out."

"You know I h-h..." Hongjoong whined when Seonghwa played with his skin.

"If it was just the two of us," Seonghwa leaned to whisper in Hongjoong's ear. "I'd have you over the edge, ass out for me, begging to be pounded. Am I right?"

Hongjoong did nothing but set his chin on Seonghwa's shoulder. He winced when Seonghwa squeezed his thigh. But damn, did it make his heart race.

"Am I? Or not?"

"Y-Yes, oppa. You're right, oppa."

"Good. Let me mark you now." Seonghwa licked some water from Hongjoong's neck.

"Oppa?" Hongjoong called. His boyfriend stopped, swaying his wrists like they were handholding.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I mark you?"

Seonghwa gulped. "Now why would I—"

"P-p-plea-a-se?" Hongjoong begged while jumping up and down. He wasn't even aware of Seonghwa's throbbing erection until the man groaned.

"You can have it now," Seonghwa muttered. "But I'm taking over tonight."

"O-Oh."

Hongjoong still leaned down and kitty-licked Seonghwa's beautifully toned skin. He liked his small tongue for pushing the flesh around or moistening the area for his lips.

When Hongjoong started sucking on Seonghwa's collarbone, he heard a quiet groan. Seonghwa was weak there. And Hongjoong exploited every area of it he had.

"Why do you do this?" Seonghwa grunted.

Hongjoong giggled, momentarily pausing to take more swigs from the whiskey bottle. A little bit spilled from the corner of his mouth down to his chest.

"Oops." He wiped it with the back of his wrist. It wasn't long before he kept attacking Seonghwa, now adding a little bit of bounce in his seat.

Seonghwa tried to resist pinning Hongjoong against the bank right there and then. He tried to think of something else other than exhibitionism and degradation. And though Hongjoong liked it sometimes, he knew the younger wouldn't be fond of it during a crowded party. He's too shy.

Unlike this couple, though, there was another that didn't care what people thought of them. Wooyoung and San.

San couldn't resist how Wooyoung's rear perfectly fit his lap. Even as they sat in the chair, drinking quietly, San's eyes couldn't help but run over the short skirt lifted to a quarter length of his thigh.

Yeah, he did this on purpose. What is that short thing supposed to even cover?

"This is so boring, Sannie. The dance floor and pool are too crowded," Wooyoung complained. He turned to his lover. "San?"

But San was only fixated on one thing. His fingertips gently grazed over the thin fabric of what Wooyoung called a skirt.

"Well... I guess we could do something else."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung took San's hand and guided it a little bit under the ruffle. He could already feel San's nails desperately pressing into his skin.

Wooyoung lifted himself a bit to open the skirt and spread his legs. But to a person walking by, it still looked like he sat comfortably on San's thighs.

San's breath hitched when he felt a skinny string hugging Wooyoung's hips. As he moved his hand a little further down, the string gradually got wider but not any thicker.

"What are you wearing, babe?" San lowly grunted. He started to palm Wooyoung.

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung threw his head back onto San's shoulder. "S-San..."

"Oh, did you wet yourself already? Or did you stretch yourself knowing tonight I'd make you my slut again?"

"Both..." Wooyoung hummed as he kissed San's earlobe.

"Turn around."

Wooyoung moved to face San, but not before undoing his jeans first. He licked his lips, pumped him a few times, then stared in eagerly at the thing he was going to ride.

"I love that dazed look on your face, but my dick can't wait anymore, Woo," San muttered. Wooyoung bit his thick bottom lip and softly sank down. His stomach did a turn upon being filled.

"Whenever you're ready."

A new song played through the speakers. The fast beat and loud bass attracted people to dance or gather in large groups. That meant a little bit of an audience for WooSan.

Wooyoung didn't care if he moaned out loud. It would only let spectators know how good San made him feel.

Heat strikes the couple's bodies — both heat from the crowd and heat from their bodies against each other. Wooyoung whined in annoyance.

"It's too hot!"

"You're so fucking whiny," San panted. He lifted the skirt and smacked Wooyoung without remorse. The boy's tongue fell out like he was in heat. "Good. Calm the fuck down."

Wooyoung heard a few murmurs and snickers around them. He hung his head down in shame. San quickly switched moods and caressed his cheek, lips, and chin.

"...But I love your whiny self. It's cute."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung's hooded eyes slowly lit up. San resisted the desire to pat his head like a puppy. He's done it before.

"Yeah... And there's something else."

"Hm?" Wooyoung leaned close to where their noses touched softly. For a second, the pair forgot there was a loud party surrounding them — that several could see their loud session.

"I know you find it hot that we hook up... but," San stopped and shrugged. "I think it would be hotter if you and I were dating."

"Really? You chose to ask while I ride you at a party, and guys stare at me?" Wooyoung laughed.

"You didn't answer my proposal."

"Well, you didn't ask me to marry you."

San effortlessly lifted Wooyoung and pushed him against the couch arm. "Fine. I'll make you say yes."

Mingi had no problems with Yunho dancing in a group, or even with random people, but when it came to seemingly grinding against them or confidently smiling with them... it pissed him off.

Yunho wasn't aware. He was only having fun. None of the moves were sexual, only platonic. Unfortunately, some people didn't understand.

Yunho was simply moving side to side when two hands held onto his waist. He smiled, believing it was Mingi.

"Hey!" The hands were snatched away, actually, more like Yunho's body. A mostly drunk Yunho stumbled.

"That's my boyfriend, you asshole," Mingi spat.

"So treat him like one," the guy retorted.

"I am. We're dancing, and you're the one trying to get laid."

"M-Mingi." Yunho tugged his boyfriend's arm. Mingi wasn't so nice when he's drunk.

"I only see an unsatisfied guy because his 'boyfriend' is too soft. I bet he's itching for someone to touch him the way—"

Yunho interrupted him with a slap. Then he took Mingi's hand and led him away.

"Mingi, I'm so sorry—"

Yunho felt Mingi's lips press against his own with longing and passion. He's been holding off on it for a while. Now was the time to release it.

With falls to one knee on the stairs and fits of giggles, YunGi made it to their bedroom. Yunho fell back with a soft thud and felt Mingi climb over him, a gust of heated wind ran over their bodies.

It began slow. Mingi only centered on caressing Yunho's face and his sides. Their kiss was sweet, and though a little infused by alcohol, they could feel a gentle beginning to their session.

Then Mingi reached over to their nightstand. Yunho swallowed down any thoughts he had.

"So pretty, Yunho," Mingi complimented softly. His slender fingers made their way behind Yunho's head to tie the blindfold.

"Perfect," the submissive heard. He liked the slight slur in Mingi's voice. Tonight would be exciting because of the addition of alcohol to their systems.

And it all started with Mingi placing a hand around Yunho's neck.

In an instant, Mingi pressed down while revealing Yunho's body underneath. Yunho arched his back to better feel the younger grinding on him, their bodies warming up.

"Mingi," he muttered. "Ugh... d-daddy."

Mingi grinned triumphantly. He teased Yunho by only minimally kissing his pink lips. And the small peaks of Yunho's upper lips had him going crazy. They looked so beautiful and made him appear pouty in many cases.

Yunho heard sounds around him when Mingi backed away to strip them from their clothes. He wondered what his boyfriend was doing.

He got his answer when something clipped around his shaft, and two sly fingers entered him.

"Mingi!" Yunho shouted as the other moved them around. He reached anywhere he could to feel Mingi's head. It guided the younger down to kiss his messy area below.

Mingi felt the heat in between Yunho's legs. He squeezed the male's thighs, trying to hold him from squirming.

"Ugh!" Yunho shouted. "Your t-tongue..."

Mingi chuckled. Yunho's mouth was just a bit open, perfect enough for beautiful lewd sounds to play from it. He looked so hot, touching his nipples and fidgeting in pleasure.

Mingi retracted his wet fingers and drew on Yunho's skin with them. He tilted his head while lathering his dick with lube.

Yunho released a short yet loud cry. He cursed himself for never being able to adjust. Yet thankfully, Mingi was patient to wait.

"G-Go... Go, daddy," he pleaded.

With a green light, Mingi didn't hold back. His desperate hands clung to Yunho's skin as he started moving.

Yunho felt it overwhelming as he assumed more lube fell on his body. He embraced the cool temperature and moist feeling. To see nothing and feel a lot was so arousing to him. He was so helpless yet loved because it was only him and Mingi in the room.

It took a slight change of angle for Yunho to moan louder. His hands moved down to touch his leaking dick. But Mingi took them and kissed the back.

"We can cum together," he whispered. Yunho nodded contently.

The couple came quietly and with ease. Mingi leaned down to kiss his boyfriend and lift a little bit of the blindfold. A bright smile on Yunho's face appeared.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No, I love you even more."

"Agree to disagree," Yunho proposed. Mingi's eyebrows furrowed.

"No. I love you so much more."

Yunho rolled his eyes. Another aspect of drunk Mingi was pouty Mingi. He never understood how those two personalities mixed while under the influence.

"Fine."

Mingi grinned and fixed their positions, so they laid in bed better. Exhaustion came over them, so they cuddled up under the sheets and slowly drifted to sleep.

"I think this was a successful party."

"No, it wasn't. Too many annoying people," Seonghwa muttered while drying his hair. Hongjoong looked at him with a slight pout, and Seonghwa had to look away. His face was so pure, yet the red marks on him not so much.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Come." Seonghwa took Hongjoong's hand and pulled him close. He felt the need to protect and care for the smaller at all costs.

Jongho and Yeosang laughed as they ran down the streets of the nearby town. They chose to ditch the party entirely and were on their way for ice cream after dinner.

"Jongho! Wait!" Yeosang shouted. Jongho teased him by jumping, yes, jumping, a step forward. Like a little hop.

"They're going to close! Hurry!"

Yeosang groaned and ran faster. But nausea got the best of him, and he fell to the ground. Jongho laughed hard at his boyfriend's mishap, dashing back to help him up. The older only smiled when he saw Jongho's bright gums showing.

Yeosang would fall as much as he needs to if it means he can see Jongho smile again.

"Hey! Hey!" San raised his glass as he swayed on the way up the table. He would stand on it but figured it would be a horrible idea if he died tonight. So he sat on his knees.

"I would like to make an announcement!"

Wooyoung, who stood to the side, facepalmed.

"Tonight is the best night~!" San slurred. "Because the best boy in the world is now my boyfriend! Wooyoung, come here!"

Face red, Wooyoung approached his boyfriend. "You're an idiot," he muttered.

"I'm your idiot now." San leaned down for a kiss, which he got, coupled with some rowdy cheers from the guests.

A way to end the tipsy party night for all of them.