The entire point of this chapter was to teach myself how to write smut but then Woo_Melon ended up writing the Jongsang part for me Everyone say thank you to her.

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Twilight Manor. A home so pristine that only the richest of nobles could even dream of visiting. Yet here they were, seven of them, staring up at the luxurious home of Kang Yeosang. The lord of the manor.

It was located in an area far from any city or town. Roughly a two-hour ride before you so much as saw another human being. It was completely secluded per the lord's request. So to these seven, it was odd that their presence was requested to begin with. Let's go down the list, shall we?

Kim Hongjoong - A rather stylish young man from a rich family in a kingdom not far from the manor. With his snow-white hair, unique style and lovable stature, he was a catch for any noble.

Park Seonghwa - The oldest of the bunch and by far one of the most sought after. Tall, charming, black hair and amazing charisma. A charmer and a real pain to locals with the way he snatched suitors left and right.

These two were the first to arrive. They had met prior at a ball, featuring a rather steamy exchange, but hadn't spoken much since. Their luggage was carried in as they made their way through the grand corridors. Most of the hall was black, an occasional spot of white or red but for the most part, its pallet was rather dark with various shades of blues and purple. It was called the Twilight Manor for a reason after all. "Are we the only ones here?" Hongjoong wondered aloud.

Both turned at the clicking of heels, hearing a new row of people enter the hall.

Jeong Yunho - An astounding performer from a well-known family of entertainers. A tall man filled to the brim with endless talent and an infectious smile.

Choi San - The closest any of them were to real royalty. Though he was far down the line, he was still very close with his royal relatives and connections to some very powerful people.

Song Mingi - His innocence was charming and part of his appeal. Despite being extremely popular in his hometown, he refused to so much as find a suitor. Much to his parent's disappointment.

Jung Wooyoung - A mischievous boy from a home of established criminals. He not only stole jewels but hearts as well. He was energetic and his rambunctious personality was beyond appealing.

Choi Jongho - The youngest of the group and most uninterested in this situation as a whole. He came from a much smaller family compared to the rest. His home was modest and his earnings, although large, weren't enough to be considered impressive amongst the others. In truth, he had no clue why he was even there.

In fact, none of them did. The most they were told was that they wouldn't be returning for a very long time.

San frowned, feeling a pair of eyes on him. "Nice necklace, pretty boy." Said Wooyoung. He licked his lips and smirked at the older boy, prompting San to take a step back from him.

"Hooligan," Muttered Seonghwa. "At least do the rest of us a favour and stand a few feet away. I don't like the scent of rats." Wooyoung didn't take any offence to this. He simply sauntered over to Seonghwa, looking him up and down then gently tugging at his ruffled collar.

"Does this bother you, Seonghwa?" He whispered in the older man's ear. "I hear you like cleanliness and personal space. I think I'll be ruining both of those when I get you to make a mess in my bed tonight~"

Hongjoong pulled him away. All Wooyoung did was chuckle at the way Seonghwa frantically dusted off his shirt and collar as if he had just rolled around in a pile of dust. "Well, at least we know who the trouble maker will be..." Yunho mumbled.

"Calm down everyone," Hongjoong sighed. "It has hardly been five minutes and we are already bickering. Let's try to remain civil, shall we?" Mingi nodded in agreement.

"He's right! Can we at least try to get along while we're here?"

"That is going to be a little difficult when we don't even know why we're here..." Everyone turned to Jongho. Each peered at the youngest as if he were some sort of alien that had appeared out of thin air.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Inquired San, furrowing his brows.

"More importantly, what are you?" Seonghwa continued, a sneer of disgust on his face.

"It's a poor person Seonghwa," Groaned Wooyoung. "You need to get out more." A feeling of hurt hit Jongho at their statements. All he could is suck it up and ignore it for now. Yet before he could retort, a harsh breeze blew through the hallway. Each of the boys shivered, curious as to where it even came from. Slowly, the sound of clacking heels filled their ears.

"Ah, I see you've arrived." They turned to the large, winding staircase, to see a young man standing at the top. His hair was pitch black, contrasting his pale blue eyes. Beautifully pale face masked with an emotionless expression, and eyes dusted with violet eye shadow to match his dark attire. As he made his way towards them, each of the boys couldn't help but stop and stare. He was breathtaking.

When he reached the bottom, the man overlooked each of them before he nodded in approval. "My name is Kang Yeosang, the lord of the Twilight Manor," They all bowed to him respectfully and Yeosang merely hummed. "Well mannered, I see. You will do nicely."

Hongjoong stepped forward, careful not to get too close. "If I may ask, why are we here, my lord?" Yeosang tilted his head at such a question yet the frown on his face was soon replaced with a slight grin. He took a step closer to Hongjoong, pleased when the older man didn't move away.

Slowly, he traced his finger down his perfectly shaped jawline, biting his bottom lip. His features certainly were stunning. The others held their breaths, unsure of what the lord was doing. "You mean to tell me, none of you knows why you are here?" He chuckled when Hongjoong shook his head. "How amusing."

Yeosang sent Hongjoong back into line. "Each of your parents is in massive debt to me. As such, I gave them one opportunity to offer me something worth my while." They each understood immediately, their eyes going wide even before Yeosang continued. "It seems they chose to present you to me. I do say, I am rather impressed."

"D-Does that mean..." Yeosang put a finger to Mingi's lips, smiling at him gently. Yet it did nothing to make what he said next any less unnerving.

"Yes. You all belong to me now. I own you." Tears prickled in the younger's eyes. Instead of consoling him, his near cry only seemed to fuel the lord to speak further. "You will live here. You will follow my rules and you will do as I say. Any objections?"

The room was silent, just the response he wanted. "Good. Each of you will be split into rooms. Hongjoong and Seonghwa will be together. So will Mingi and San, and Wooyoung and Yunho."

It was then that Jongho cleared his throat, earning the lord's attention. "And what about me?" He didn't like the smirk forming on Yeosang's face at his question.

"Every night, I will pick someone to sleep in my room. And tonight, I choose you." Jongho gulped. He didn't like the dark glint in the lord's eye and desperately wanted to know what he planned to do but was too scared to ask. Although, he had a pretty good idea of what he meant and that was what frightened him the most.

With that established, he sent everyone on their way. "Be in my room in ten minutes," Yeosang commanded Jongho. The younger boy could do nothing but nod at him, his face lowered.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa made it to their room first. It was rather luxurious but nothing they weren't already used to. The staff had brought their belongings in earlier so now they were completely alone. "Are you surprised?" Seonghwa heard Hongjoong ask. He merely shrugged before sitting on the edge of his bed.

"If I am going to be completely honest, no." He sighed. "I know my parents. And though they often pay back their debts, I am well aware that this was a hefty one. I only hope they find a way to get me out of here." Hongjoong sat down next to him, humming in agreement. He was surprised when Seonghwa slipped his hand under his chin and brought him closer. "In the meantime, why don't we finish what we started at the ball?"

Hongjoong leaned closer to him, intoxicated by Seonghwa's deep voice and appealing eyes. "We can't..." He whispered, a vain attempt to hide his desire, pure lust pushing him closer to the older noble.

"And why is that? It's only us. No one is around to hear."

"We belong to the lord now, do you not remember? If he finds out we will be-" Seonghwa brought their lips together before he could finish. Hongjoong melted in the kiss, grabbing Seonghwa by the neck and raking his hands through the older's dark, curly hair.

"I don't care," Gasped Seonghwa. "I need you Hongjoong. I need you now."

Just outside the door, San moved away from his hyung's room. He raised his brow, then smirked to himself. The lord wouldn't be too happy to hear this, now would? He thought of going to inform Yeosang now but decided it would be best to wait. After all, now he had a bit of blackmail against them. See, San knew what Yeosang's plans were for them. You don't buy people just for a bit of company, no. Every home had its systems and place at the top and San intended to get there.

He raced off to his room. When San entered, he slammed the door, startling Mingi who was setting up his wardrobe. "San!" He exclaimed, his hand on his chest to calm his raging breaths. "What in the world is your problem?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," replied the older, sending the brunette a wink. Mingi peered at him curiously. San smirked at him, pushing back his platinum blonde hair as he sauntered over.

"Well? Are you going to tell me?"

"I don't know. Do you deserve to know?" Mingi pouted at him, looking up at San with his adorable eyes.

"Please~" The blonde rolled his eyes and pushed him away.

"Fine. Just don't do that again. I swear you could convince a killer to turn himself in with those eyes." San glanced outside the door for a moment, then went back over to Mingi. "I heard Seonghwa and Hongjoong."

"Doing...What exactly?"

"Having sex Mingi!" San groaned. He hit the younger across the head, rolling his eyes at the way he whimpered. He then grabbed Mingi's shoulders with had completely caught him off guard. "But listen to me. Don't tell anyone else."

"Why not? It's not that big of a deal-" San smacked across the head yet again.

"It is! Think about it. The lord is obviously a very possessive person and the last thing he wants is competition. He has enough power to force our parents to sell us off to him. Imagine what else he could do? That's the kind of fear you can dangle over someone. And that's exactly what I intend to do."

"Why?"

"You as a lot of dumb questions, you know that?" The blonde groaned. "Secrets make the world go round Mingi. And I've got one in the palm of my hand."

~~~

Jongho hesitated to knock on Yeosang's door. He was nervous, scared even, for what may happen once he was on the other side. His hesitance, however, was something highly unappreciated by the young lord. Jongho flinched when the grand bedroom doors angrily flew open, revealing a less than pleased Yeosang. "I said be here in ten minutes."

"I know but-"

"It's been eleven." Yeosang pulled Jongho inside, shutting the doors, locking them, and placing the key on his dresser. Jongho felt his body freeze as Yeosang moved before him. "Well? Don't you think you should make it up to me?"

Jongho bit his lip, scanning everything but the other's expression; he already sniffed the arrogance. "How do you expect me to do that?"

Deliberately, Yeosang walked towards the boy who kept backing up, swallowing a lump in his throat when the back of his knees hit the bed's board. The black-haired's hand gently pressed against his chest before he pushed him onto the mattress.

With feline gestures, he crawled over Jongho, enlightened by the lack of protest. "Submit yourself to me," he whispered, just before pulling him into a kiss. It was soft, lips meeting continuously, noses brushing past each other.

The exchange turned full of passion and lust, even though the two hardly knew each other. Jongho was startled as the shorter stroked his bottom lip with the sinewy muscle. He granted permission almost instantly, moaning in Yeosang's mouth, and the older man seized his hips, dragging him further against the sheets before interrupting to gain a breath.

The younger leaned up to continue with a bashful initiative, yet Yeosang pressed a finger to his lips. He travelled to his neck, biting and sucking on the soft flesh, leaving plenty of reddish marks for the others to see. "Oh~ Yeosang..."

"Say it sweetheart, and I will reward you well. Who do you belong to?" The raven-haired parted his lips, staring up through shaded orbs in expectancy.

"You, only you master," Jongho recognized the gaze, obeying the other's cognitively transmitted orders.

"Good boy."

Yeosang praised the smaller, wrist flying up to unbutton the minor item that separated Jongho's burning body from his. Although he has promised himself diligence, the male couldn't wait, ambushing once again the patch of milky skin of the young one's chest. It didn't take long before his garments were entirely discarded on the floor, the brunet's arms laced around Yeosang's shoulders, only briefs shielding his intimacy.

The dominant saw it; an unknown longing hidden behind Jongho's sparkling eyes, a feeling unfamiliar to the boy, but not him.

He trailed a line of tender kisses along the younger's forearms, getting him to relax under the touch and let go shyly, watching as Yeosang peeled his attire as well. Entirely.

"Master will take care of you, kitten~" He voiced fondly, forwarding and pecking the submissive's jawline, sketching an additional amount of devotion marks as he descended toward Jongho's heaving chest. Every breath asked for a strained pant, halting in place as Yeosang's teeth grazed against the striking abs, leading his touches even further below...

The younger's erection dripped through the material of his undergarments, and the jet-haired now wished he had made them disperse long ago.

He seized the band with his teeth, tugging it upward to free Jongho's hardness. It sprung unrestricted, slapping against his skin, and the reaction he exhibited was priceless, brows knitting in absolute arousal, forehead creasing only slightly.

His knees lifted to help the older slide the stained article off, flinging it in the distance. In the shortest of flashes, he was back between Jongho's thighs, peppering his left with the soft whiff of his plumpness, descending toward his groin.

Yeosang was certainly watching every little shiver induced by none other than himself, finding his own member provoked by the brunet's gestures. The boy jolted his hips into the air, seeking the satisfying feeling of being caressed unless it didn't arrive as soon as he desired.

Jongho's hips were held down, stuck against the bed, the tip of his erection trickling his flesh with immaculacy. Yeosang took notice of such scenery, using it toward his best benefit.

He blew a whisked puff over the head, his partner's mewl echoing around them, eyes squeezing shut due to the unexpected chilliness. "Impatient, aren't we?" Mocked the raven-haired as he bowed his chin to press a smooch over the ailing tip, a shudder once more gaining his attention from above.

"M-More..."

Yeosang droned tauntingly; he wasn't going to offer the male what he aspired, a pity, truly. Instead, he lapped the fluid from his bottom lip, taking in the wonderful aroma. In his eyes, everything about the younger was plainly mesmerizing; no matter what experiments he induced, his little love was perfect.

Jongho huffed, fingers clutching the coverings once the older's face inched closer into his intimacy. He couldn't contain it anymore, especially when Yeosang's tongue vacated his cavity, hovering above the place they both knew would get filled until it throbbed in redolent incitement. When the muscle circled Jongho's nervous entrance, he tensed, desperately whipping his neck to the side.

"Relax, baby..." The black-haired muttered before inserting his muscle inside, easing past as the other made every effort to loosen and permit access to his inside. Cupping his round cheeks in both of his palms, Yeosang began kneading at the softness, fingers digging benignly.

Reluctantly, Jongho peeked downward, pink hardened member twitching with precum, the older's locks visible as he worked wonders on the brunet's hole. His countenance received a bright blush, one overworked with fervour as his wrist muffled the few noises of enthusiasm. He wished for Yeosang to stop... No, he wanted a continuation... His mind could not discern proper reasons any longer, sweaty bangs glueing to the thin sweat layer that adorned his forehead as well as the rest of his body in an erratic manner.

A delicacy.

Therefore, Yeosang eagerly ate the younger out at the best of his ability, curling his muscle everyplace, rolling against the tightness. When he stopped for a short-winded gasp or lowered his pace, Jongho whined, pushing his rear back where it belonged.

The older exposed his set of teeth in a twisted grin, arms lacing around the brunet's hips, hoisting his bottom into the air, sticking the boy's backside against his chest."Ugh...!" The new position caught the male off guard, ankles tangled behind Yeosang's neck as his hands found resting on the male's thighs.

The dominant's mouth shifted back in its place, devouring Jongho as if he turned into the scrumptious dish, but not ignoring the palm that lifted to seize his pulsating length."I'm close..." He hauled the words out stressfully, not stuttering at all; the fact was reassuring until the male replaced his ministrations around Jongho's aching crevice, urging a clench around nothingness.

The following whine earned a perky frown. "Not so fast, beau..." He cooed, extending his hand from Jongho's hips to his sides, reaching for the stray limb that grabbed onto his erection. "Don't you want to come while I fuck into your pretty little hole?"

He hesitated, gulping a breath before realizing his current condition; he wouldn't be able to get off by himself... He needed Yeosang, and fast.

"Y-Yes, that's what I w-want!" He wailed, body slumping back on the cushions, a grunt escaping in return for the brutal motion. "I want your hard dick pounding into me- ah!" A forceful spank met with his right cheek, eyes tearing from the sting.

"Dirty slut~"

Jongho hit his lip seductively, once again switching to brush past the dominant's hard shaft. He expected the act to bring about a reaction, yet his lover's face was still one resembling a stone statue until he beamed, that is, licking over his upper teeth as he discerned the smaller's useless attempts at prying him into compliance. His last resort was imploring, and in his current state, Jongho felt energized - crawling upon glass and dashing through fire seemed to be reasonable probes to pass just to obtain what he wants.

"Master, I beg y-you."

Quivering, cheeks flushed from the overexertion of such words to roll off his not so pure tongue. He felt dazed, in a constant need, shaded by so many churns of his inner demons, especially the one directing his lust toward the surface.

"I need you, Master."

And Master he shall receive.

Yeosang took no time for prepping, leaping to mash his lips against the younger's who latched his legs around the older, feeling him line up before his tightness.

The dominant's size confidently prodded against the smaller's entry, pushing in slightly, sheltering only the tip before advancing halfway. Jongho parted his legs, or at least tried to, offering the other his necessary space.

"So good for your master, aren't you?"

Vigorously, he slapped his other portion of skin, the tint gaining even more colour by the minute while loud gasps scurried from the submissive's larynx. He was silent, bearing the spread of his muscly ring, attentively peering past shaded orbs.

At first, Yeosang was gentle, stroking pleasantly at the soft, joyful location cornered between the velvety walls. His erection clasped in such perilous proximity, he couldn't help but descending to kiss Jongho's collarbones, aiming thrusts continuously, grazing upward each time. Their hearts thudded haphazardly, coercing abrupt breaks before their chests met furthermore.

"Say, kitten, who do you belong to?" He rolled once again, stretching the younger in a dangerous exhilaration.

"M-Mhm... I'm-"

The boy hiccuped, series of moans reversing like ballads, veiling the whole room in a charade of eroticism.

"What?" Yeosang crooked his head, angling his drive to brush past the younger's most sensitive, sweetest spots... which it did.

His prostate coaxed gladly, welcoming the powerful male every time, requesting more nonverbally. And somehow, the raven-haired picked up on it, plummeting the younger's abused hole gradually, before jumping to a drastic velocity.

Through heightened instincts, the black-haired buried himself deep, an action that sent ripples coursing through Jongho's system.

"You!" He barely contorted the scream to a whimper, hugging Yeosang tightly into his blemished neck. "I'm y-yours, master~ ha~" Weakly mouthed, the sentence had the raven-haired grinding faster against his nervous bud, attacking the blossoming area with raw movements, in and out, pace rhythmically aimed to strike Jongho senseless.

Hips rolling in synchronization, nether regions surely considered sore by now, the younger diminished all humiliation, bending the clash around so elation assaulted his every centimetre.

"Yeosang~!" Disregarding the use of honorifics, Jongho's next wail spilt with a hint of both instigation and impatience as the lover's lips pursed to stop himself from losing it. Butterflies coiled inside the pair's stomachs, persuading the appearance of stars visible in their gazes.

"Go ahead." Huskily, he grunted in the boy's ear. "Come for master."

The younger obeyed, a wave of bliss ravaging him while a string of white erupted admonishingly, coating both of their abdomens in his taste.

Yeosang wasn't far behind, reversing with a last decisive thrust that sheathed him all the way to the hilt. He ignored the other's mewls, low and steady motions pulsing through as he made sure nothing of his release went to waste...

As their ecstasies tumbled down, Yeosang retracted, falling next to the younger. However, before settling on the pillows, he'd encompassed Jongho in his arms, cradling his weary self with small lulls and back rubs, watching as they were all welcomed with sluggish happiness.

"My precious kitten."

~~~

They all gathered in the dining room the next morning. Several plates of heavenly food were already sitting out by the time they got there, exciting the hungry boys. Hongjoong went to sit next to Seonghwa but Mingi excitedly called him over, gushing about all the beautiful cuisines. Hongjoong sent the older an apologetic look then went to be with Mingi, leaving Seonghwa with San.

"Nice bruises, Jongho." Yunho snickered when the youngest of the group limped in. Jongho kept his face down in embarrassment and tried to sit next to Wooyoung.

"What do you think you're doing?" He spat. "Peasants sit at the end of the table. Far away from the important people." The others chuckled quietly to themselves as Jongho placed himself at the far end of the dining table, away from the rest.

"Be nice guys," Chided Mingi. However, he was ignored.

"Those bruises look good on you Jongho," San said with a smirk. "Mind if I leave a few more on there?"

"Let me join in," Wooyoung commented. "The low life whores always give the best service."

"Quiet you. You'll fuck anything that moves. I heard the way you cornered the cook." Wooyoung only grinned at Yunho's comment. He leaned on his hand and smirked, saying:

"And look what good it did us? All my favourite foods per request."

"Just wait until the lord finds out, you'll be in deep trouble."

A slight smirk formed on San's face. He leaned towards Seonghwa, earning a questionable look from the older man. "Could you imagine doing something like that behind the lord's back? Well, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult for you and Hongjoong."

"How did you-"

The grand doors to the dining hall slammed open. In stormed Yeosang and before anyone could greet him had already stalked over to Wooyoung. He clamped his hand over his neck and pulled him back. "Perhaps I failed to make myself clear," he whispered, his voice low and frightfully intimidating. "But you belong to me and only me. Did you think my staff wouldn't tell me?"

Wooyoung yanked himself out of Yeosang's harsh grip and stood to his feet. "And what are you going to do about it? Bring me to your room tonight?" He taunted with a cocky smirk. The lord glared him down. He suddenly grabbed Wooyoung's arm and stared him dead in the eye.

"Not tonight. Now."

"W-What?" He didn't get to ask any more questions before he was dragged off. Yeosang had a surprisingly firm grip that Wooyoung could hardly fight off. The others could do nothing as he got pulled away, left in pure shock.

"Serves him right," Jongho muttered. "He was gentle with me, but I know this bitch is about to get his ass destroyed." Seonghwa saw the way Hongjoong gulped and was starting to think last night was a mistake. Especially since someone caught them.

He turned to San, glaring at his cheeky smirk. "So, what do you want from me? Is it money?"

"Oh please, I don't need your money. I just need you to come when I call you. Oh! I'll even get a little bell and summon you like the little bitch you are." For once, Seonghwa wished he could put away his manners and etiquette if only to slap this wannabe prince across the face. He kept himself composed, however, and nodded reluctantly.

He ignored the glee on San's face by picking up his fork and starting to eat. His eyes travelled to Hongjoong. The younger was quietly conversing with Mingi and Yunho but he could tell he was nervous. He could only pray he didn't get the younger man in trouble.

~~~

It was around eleven-thirty when Wooyoung shuffled into his and Yunho's shared room. An entire hour and a half after breakfast. The older man smirked at him and chuckled when Wooyoung collapsed on his bed. "Well, have you learned your lesson?"

His only response was a heavy groan from the younger boy. "How did it go?"

"M-Master please! L-Let me cum!"

"Dirty sluts don't deserve to cum." Yeosang only drilled into the poor boy harder. The moment they entered the room he tossed him on the bed, stripped him and pounded into him mercilessly. No foreplay. No prep. Nothing. "So tight~ Did the cook not loosen you up enough, huh? Little whore. Who do you belong to?"

"You master! Only you!"

"My ass has never been in so much pain in my entire life," Whined Wooyoung. "I hate bottoming!" Yunho rolled his eyes at his attitude. He couldn't believe he had to share a room with someone who couldn't even handle a dick in his hole. He got up and slapped Wooyoung's butt, chuckling at how firm it was whilst the younger groaned.

He found it funny how easily both Jongho and Wooyoung gave into Yeosang's advancements. Unlike them, Yunho knew that if he was called for, he would show the lord a good time and be on top while he didn't. There was no way on Earth he was just going to submit himself to someone without a fight.

It was strange. It had only been one day and two of them were already his, whatever that meant. As for the others, Yunho wasn't too sure what they were planning. Chances are San was going to get into Yeosang's pants as soon as possible, since he was known for sleeping with nobles to obtain his "connections''. Mingi seemed willfully naive but was certainly firm in his wish to remain single. Then there were the oldest two. Hongjoong had an impressive poker face, never truly faltering. Seonghwa was uptight and held himself high above the rest yet the only time he ever seemed to relax was when he looked at Hongjoong. Yunho had seen that look a hundred times over.

It was longing. A very one-sided desire. Now, Yunho didn't care much for anyone else in the house but he found this interesting and would definitely keep an eye on those two.

~~~

Night fell on the group's second day at the manor. Yeosang was shocked at their compliance with the entire situation. Though it didn't necessarily leave him at ease. It had him sceptical of any of their ulterior motives if anything. Nothing in life comes this easy after all. So he wasn't the least bit surprised when San entered the young man's study. The blonde was dressed in only a silk rope, most likely nothing underneath.

Yeosang rose his brow at his attire, looking at him curiously as San strutted over. "How may I help you, San?" The younger placed himself on Yeosang's lap, an action he didn't condemn yet didn't necessarily invite either.

"I thought you might like some company," San replied. There was an innocent smile on his face but Yeosang could see right through it. His finger traced his cheek, trailing down to San's pretty pink lips. The dark eyeshadow really enhanced his visuals but Yeosang was hardly moved.

"Adorable. However, I do not remember my study having an open door policy."

"Then why was the door unlocked?" San snaked his arms around Yeosang's neck, straddling himself comfortably just above his crotch. He smirked at the way his movements were watched with such intrigue. "Is it because you were waiting for me?"

Slowly, he moved his ass across Yeosang's clothed member, happy to see that at least his body was reacting. His movements were stopped, however, when the lord grabbed his hips and tugged San's chin in his direction. "Such a tease you are," He muttered in his ear. San didn't get a chance to respond before Yeosang yanked his rope off and tossed it to the ground. He shivered at the intrusion of cold air on his bare body. "And here I thought Wooyoung was the slut."

Yeosang shoved San to the ground then undid his pants. "You want your masters' attention? Well, now you've got it."

San gulped at his size. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn't that. How...How is that going to fit-

His face was pushed towards the older's cock, hardly giving him a moment to process what was happening. Even still, he opened his mouth obediently and took Yeosang's entire length in his mouth at once.

Yeosang gave him little time to adjust, immediately slamming his hips forward, a smirk forming on his face at the way San choked. "What a good little whore you are. Sucking your master off like this."

San hummed on his cock, light tears of pleasure running down his face. His tongue swirled around the tip before it was harshly shoved towards the back of his throat. San gagged on the mixture of saliva and salty precum in his mouth but didn't complain. He heard Yeosang groan, muttering how he was close. Yet before San could finish him off, he was yanked back up. "I hope you don't think that was it," He said, much to San's confusion. He gasped when he was placed on Yeosang's lap, just above his cock.

"W-Wait! I'm not prepped."

"How unfortunate." The younger screamed out when Yeosang slammed him down. "Bounce." He ordered. San swallowed and did as he was told. He was never used to riding dry and felt the tears gather in his eyes from the pain of not being prepped. For a brief moment, Yeosang looked at him softly. He connected their lips, allowing San to melt in the kiss before the pain went away.

"Master!" San moaned, panting like a bitch in heat as he bounced wildly on Yeosang's dick. "G-Gonna cum! Oh please let me cum master!"

"Go ahead and cum Sannie. Cum like the little whore you are." A high-pitched whine left San's mouth, ringing through the room. He felt himself give out and fell against Yeosang's chest.

The older sighed and lifted him into his arms bridal style. He wrapped him back in his rope and carefully carried him back to his room. When he arrived, Mingi was reading a book. He was startled to see Yeosang standing there, an unconscious San in his arms.

He laid him down and tucked him under his blanket. Yeosang bent down and kissed San on his forehead, watching as his eyes fluttered open. "Don't bother me unless I request you. You are not royalty here. Work your way to me and if you try something like this again, I won't hesitate to teach you a lesson."

The scary part was that he smiled just after, leaving nothing but chills for San. Yeosang then walked off, he glanced towards Mingi, giving him a nod, then blew out the candles.

"San...?" Mingi asked carefully. "Are you alright? What happened?"

San turned to him. He looked as though he was haunted. "I'm not sure Mingi...But I know for a fact none of us are getting out of this anytime soon..."

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I'll probably do another part or two to this later since I didn't get to the other members. So trust me, this isn't done yet. Sorry if the smut was bad, still getting used to writing it 😅