CRIMSON LIES (TAEKOOK)

30.(SWALLOW )🔞

Yoongi's lips curved into a smirk as he stepped closer, his body heat radiating against Hobi's. "Then stop talking and let us show you."

The room seemed to shrink as their bodies pressed together, the world outside fading into nothingness. Yoongi's hands were firm on Hobi's hips, guiding him backward until he felt the edge of the couch against the backs of his legs. Jimin was there too, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Hobi's chest, his touch feather-light and teasing.

"You're so tense," Jimin murmured, his breath warm against Hobi's ear. "Let us loosen you up."

Hobi let out a shaky breath as Yoongi's lips found his, the kiss hungry and demanding. Yoongi tasted like mint and something darker, something that made Hobi's knees weak. He moaned softly, his hands tangling in Yoon's hair, pulling him closer. Jimin's hands drifted lower, unbuttoning Hobi's pants with practiced ease, his fingers slipping inside to brush against Hobi's hardening cock.

"Fuck," Hobi gasped, breaking the kiss. "Jimin-"

"Shh," Jim whispered, his lips brushing Hobi's jaw. "Just feel."

Yoon stepped back, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Jimin work. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice rough. "For us."

Hobi didn't hesitate, his body moving on instinct as he sank to the floor, his knees pressing into the soft rug. Jim stood before him, his pants already pooled at his ankles, his cock jutting out, flushed and inviting. Hobi reached out, his fingers wrapping around the base, stroking slowly as he looked up at Jimin through his lashes.

"You like that, don't you?" Jimin teased, his voice breathy. "Being in control and letting go all at once."

Hobi smirked, leaning forward to lick a stripe up the length of Jimin's cock. "Shut up and let me work," he murmured before taking Jim's tip into his mouth.

Jimin groaned, his hands tangling in Hobi's hair as he thrust forward, just a little. "God, you're so good," he moaned.

Yoon stepped closer, his presence looming over them. "My turn," he said, his voice firm. He pushed Hobi back gently, kneeling to take hobi's cock into his own mouth, his technique slower, more deliberate, a stark contrast to Hobi's eagerness.

Hobi watched, his chest tight with want, as Yoongi worshipped with his mouth, his lips slick and wet. "Fuck," he muttered, reaching out to touch Yoon's shoulder. "I need-"

"We know what you need," Yoongi said, pulling away from Jim with a pop. He stood, grabbing Hobi's wrist and pulling him to his feet. "On the bed. Now."

Hobi went willingly, his body humming with anticipation as he lay down on the soft mattress. Jimin climbed onto the bed beside him, his lips seeking Hobi's in a desperate kiss. Yoongi loomed above them, his eyes scanning their bodies with a hunger that made Hobi's skin prickle.

"You're so beautiful like this," Yoongi murmured, his hands roaming over Hobi's chest, down his stomach, teasing the waistband of his pants. "So fucking perfect."

Hobi arched into the touch, his breath coming in short gasps. "Please," he begged, his voice raw. "I need you both."

Yoon smirked, his fingers slipping into Hobi's pants to grip his cock tightly. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teased.

Jimin shifted, positioning himself behind Hobi, his hands roaming over Hobi's thighs, spreading them apart. "Let us take care of you," he whispered, his lips brushing Hobi's ear. "Let us make you feel good."

Hobi moaned as Jimin's fingers brushed against his hole, teasing, circling, but not entering. "Fuck, Jimin-please."

"Not yet," Jim murmured, his breath hot against Hobi's neck. "Yoongi first."