Hana lay spent, her body still quivering from the intense climax that had just rocked through her. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the candles and her own ragged breathing. Hobi and Namjoon exchanged a look, their eyes dark with shared desire and satisfaction.

Slowly, Hana lifted her head, her eyes meeting Namjoon's. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon smiled, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek tenderly. "Now, we continue," he said, his voice low and husky. "We explore every inch of you, Hana. Every secret place."

Hobi moved around to the other side of the table, his hands still glistening with oil. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Let me show you what else I can do," he murmured, his voice thick with promise.

Hana nodded, her eyes closing as Hobi's hands resumed their exploration. This time, his touch was gentle, almost reverent as he traced the contours of her body. His fingers glided over her skin, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. Hana sighed, her body relaxing under his ministrations.

Namjoon watched, his gaze intent as he studied Hobi's technique. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Hana's neck. "You like that?" he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur.

"Yes," Hana breathed out, her body responding to the dual sensations of Hobi's touch and Namjoon's kisses. She felt herself growing wet again, her arousal returning with a vengeance.

Hobi's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips before dipping into the crevice of her thighs. He paused there, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above her center. Hana gasped, her body arching towards his touch.

Namjoon moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach. He paused just above her center, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "I want to taste you again," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

Without waiting for a response, Namjoon leaned in and kissed her there, his tongue flicking out to tease her folds. Hana cried out, her body trembling with pleasure as Namjoon's mouth worked its magic. Hobi's hands joined in, his fingers exploring her other breast, his touch light yet insistent.

Hana's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her body, the heat of Hobi's hands and the weight of Namjoon's lips. She was caught in a web of pleasure and power, her every move dictated by their desires.

Hobi's fingers found her core, circling teasingly before plunging inside. Hana cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. Namjoon moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach. He paused just above her center, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

"Please," Hana begged, her voice hoarse with need.

Namjoon looked up, his eyes meeting Hobi's. They shared a silent communication, a mutual understanding of what was to come. With a nod from Namjoon, Hobi withdrew his fingers, allowing Namjoon to take his place.

Namjoon's tongue flicked out, tasting Hana's essence. Hana shuddered, her hands gripping the table's edge as Namjoon's tongue delved deeper. Hobi moved behind her, his hands returning to her breasts, kneading them firmly as Namjoon worked his magic below.

Hana's body writhed under their combined ministrations, her cries filling the room. The air was thick with desire, each breath heavy with the scent of their arousal. Hobi's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her cheeks.

Namjoon's tongue continued its relentless assault, his movements growing more urgent as Hana approached her peak. Hobi pressed a finger against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of more. Hana whimpered, her body taut with anticipation.

"Come for us," Hobi urged, his voice rough with passion. "Let go, Hana."

With a final flick of Namjoon's tongue and a gentle push from Hobi's finger, Hana's climax shattered through her, her body convulsing in wave after wave of ecstasy. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as she rode the crest of her pleasure.

Namjoon lifted his head, his lips glistening with her juices. Hobi leaned in, his lips brushing against Hana's ear. "Its not over yet, my love ," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.

Hana's eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and excitement as Hobi and Namjoon explained the rules of their new game. The room was filled with an electric tension, the air thick with anticipation. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and the soft music created a sensual backdrop to their words.

"Each of us will take turns pleasuring the other," Hobi explained, his voice low and smooth, "but we cannot touch ourselves. It's all about giving pleasure, not receiving."

Namjoon nodded, his gaze fixed on Hana. "Are you ready for this challenge?"

Hana swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I think so," she replied, her voice slightly shaky. "Where do we start?"

Hobi smiled, his hands reaching out to gently cup her face. "Let's start with you," he said, his fingers tracing the outline of her jawline. "Close your eyes and focus on the sensations."

As Hana closed her eyes, Hobi leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. His tongue flicked out, tasting the delicate skin there, causing Hana to shiver. Namjoon watched, his own body responding to the sight before him. He moved closer, his hands coming to rest on Hana's shoulders, massaging lightly.

"Now, I'll take over," Namjoon whispered, his breath warm against her ear. Hobi stepped back, watching intently as Namjoon's hands roamed down Hana's arms, his fingers intertwining with hers. He brought her hands to his lips, kissing each fingertip tenderly.

Hana's breathing quickened, her body alive with the sensations coursing through her. She could feel the heat of Namjoon's body close to hers, the gentle pressure of his hands guiding her movements. Her senses were heightened, every touch, every brush of skin against skin sending waves of pleasure through her.

"Your turn," Namjoon murmured, nodding towards Hobi. Hobi stepped forward, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt down in front of Hana, his hands resting on her thighs. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above her knee. Hana bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation.

Hobi's tongue darted out, licking a slow, wet trail up her inner thigh. Hana gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table as he continued his journey, his tongue teasing, coaxing responses from her body. Namjoon watched, his own arousal growing as he saw the effect Hobi was having on Hana.

"Open your legs for me," Hobi commanded softly, his voice a seductive purr. Hana obeyed, her legs parting slightly, granting him access to her most intimate areas. Hobi's tongue delved deeper, exploring her folds, tasting her essence. Hana moaned, her head falling back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Namjoon moved behind her, his hands sliding around her waist. He pressed himself against her back, his hardness pressing into her softness. His lips found her neck, his teeth nipping gently as he whispered encouragement in her ear.

"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice thick with emotion. "Let yourself go, Hana. Give in to the pleasure."

Hana's body arched, her hips moving instinctively with Hobi's tongue. She was lost in the sensations, her mind a haze of desire and need. Hobi's hands gripped her thighs, steadying her as he continued his assault on her senses.

"Now, it's my turn again," Namjoon announced, his voice rough with passion. He pulled away from Hana, moving around to face her. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears of pleasure that had formed at the corners of her eyes.

"Look at me," he commanded, his eyes burning into hers. Hana met his gaze, her own eyes clouded with lust. Namjoon leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, mimicking the actions of his friend, seeking, claiming.

Hana's body responded to the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in Namjoon's hair. Their tongues danced together, a passionate ballet of desire and surrender. Hobi watched, his own arousal evident as he witnessed the connection between them.

"Enough," Hobi declared, his voice hoarse. "It's my turn again."

Namjoon pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Hana's as he stepped aside, allowing Hobi to take his place once more. Hobi moved closer, his hands resuming their exploration of Hana's body. His fingers traced the curve of her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples through the fabric of her top.

Hana's breath caught, her body quivering under his touch. She felt like she was on fire, every inch of her skin hypersensitive to the slightest touch. Hobi's lips found her neck again, his teeth grazing the tender flesh there.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin. "So responsive."

Namjoon watched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to join in, to touch and be touched, but the rules of the game held him back. Instead, he focused on Hana, his eyes devouring every expression that crossed her face.

Hobi's hands moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. He teased the skin just above her center, his touch light yet insistent. Hana gasped, her body arching towards his hand, silently begging for more.

"Please," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Touch me there."

Hobi hesitated, his eyes meeting Namjoon's. They shared a silent communication, a mutual understanding of what was to come. With a nod from Namjoon, Hobi's fingers dipped lower, finding her core. Hana cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as he stroked her, his touch firm yet gentle.

Namjoon moved closer, his lips brushing against Hana's ear. "Come for us," he urged, his voice rough with passion. "Let go, Hana."

With a final flick of Hobi's fingers, Hana's climax shattered through her, her body convulsing in wave after wave of ecstasy. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as she rode the crest of her pleasure.

Hobi lifted his head, his lips glistening with her juices. Namjoon leaned in, his lips brushing against Hana's ear. "That was just the beginning," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.