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“Are you having fun?”

Abby glanced at the demon speaking. Romance leaned against the wall of the studio, watching the bigger demon's side profile as he flexed in the mirror.

“Jealous?”

“Admiring.” To prove his point, Romance’s gaze swept up and down the plains of glistening muscles from the latest dance practice of their song.

“Don't inflate his ego more than it already is,” Baby muttered from the other side of the room. He and Mystery both sat on the floor, chests heaving from exertion. A fresh bottle of water was already half empty in his hands.

“The fans love it,” Abby said with a shrug. “Gotta make sure it's perfect. Right, Jinu?”

A noncommittal hum answered him. It seemed their leader was gone to the world. Again. At least the break would be longer than usual.

“Right. The fans.”

Abby sent the youngest (in theory) a scathing look. 

“Well, it has worked until now,” Romance offered diplomatically.

“See?” The smug look suited Abby too well. “Hey, I have an idea.”

Baby rolled his eyes. “Oh no.”

“Ha ha. But seriously. Why don't we all do it?”

The other demons stared, waiting for the rest of the explanation.

Romance broke first. “Do what?”

“You know.” Abby flexed his muscles, pecks jumping in tandem. “Take off our shirts? Show off? The fans would go crazy.” He paused for a moment. “Well, more than they already do.”

Baby snorted and sipped from his water. Mystery barely reacted, the only indication he even heard the other demon was the curious head tilt.

Romance hummed in thought. “I guess it wouldn't hurt?”

“Hurt? Dude, look at us. Look at the internet. We would break the Honmoon instantly.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “Maybe not all of us should do it. Keep some of the mystique.”

“Fuck the mystique, I'm tired of this slow work. Let's just break their minds and be done with it. Not even the hunters can keep their eyes off me.” Abby’s pecks moved as he spoke.

Three sets of eyes—it was difficult to see if Mystery truly watched or not—followed the movement. None moved to agree or refuse the suggestion.

“Well?” He finally turned from the mirror and his own reflection to raise an expectant eyebrow at his band members. “Who’s first?”

“By all means,” Romance drawled, gesturing at the sitting duo. “Let us see.”

“Us?” Baby leaned further back. “Aren’t you the most desirable?”

“I’m supposed to be the romantic, the gentleman, not that.”

“Hey!” Abby called at the insult. It sounded like an insult.

“So while I certainly am the most desirable, I will not use such underhanded tactics to gain the fans' favour. It would ruin my image.” The affronted look on the demon’s face made it quite clear he saw it as an attack on the carefully crafted facade his moniker reflected.

“Come on, Ro, don't be shy,” Abby cooed. “Let us see.” A flash of gold briefly made his pupils shrink to slits, like a cat stalking prey.

Romance growled and flattened his back against the wall. “No.”

“It's so hot in here you'll feel better without your shirt on.”

The long-haired demon raised an eyebrow, unimpressed at the poor attempt at persuasion, and crossed his arms over his chest. “No,” he repeated.

The intense gaze dropped as Abby's patience wore off. He turned to look at the others. “Come on, guys, back me up here!”

Baby took a pointed sip from his water bottle. Mystery stayed flat on the floor, limbs spread out like a starfish. Abby blinked when he realised the silent demon already lay shirtless.

“See? Mystery gets it.”

“Hot,” was all the purple-haired demon offered as explanation. That directed Baby and Romance's attention to the usually innocuous demon.

A long torso, muscles less defined than Abby's, but still clearly visible as his body stretched taut. The most surprising detail lay higher still than his broad pecks.

“How are you more hairy than Abby?” Baby poked one armpit, where a thick patch of pale hair stuck out. Mystery yelped and rolled onto his front, crouched down and ready to jump at anyone coming too close. A low growl vibrated in his throat.

“Hey, I have hair! I just shave,” Abby exclaimed indignantly.

“My statement remains the same.”

“So two visuals instead of one,” Romance acquiesced, eyeing the surprising amount of firm muscle on Mystery. “That could work.”

“But five would work even better,” Abby countered, still not willing to give up on his plan just yet. Why couldn't they see how great it would be?

“If you want to see us naked, you only have to ask.”

Both demons spluttered at Baby's casual comment.

“That is not what I said, and you know it.”

"Isn't it?”

“No.”

"Then we agree. Your idea is stupid.”

“I didn't say that!”

Romance looked heavenward, startled when he realised the action, and slapped his cheeks. Neither demon noticed as they continued bickering. Jinu kept his head buried in his notebook, laptop propped to one side with fancams running on loop for inspiration.

Mystery slowly calmed down when no more curious fingers poked him, instead watching the growing chaos unfold. Standing up, he headed for the pink-haired demon plastered against the wall. Steps silent, none noticed him until he breathed into Romance’s ear.

With a shriek, the romantic idol jumped, flailing long limbs to avoid tripping over his own feet. Strong hands caught him and pulled him against Mystery's still naked chest.

“Okay?” The quiet demon asked.

Romance cleared his throat and stepped back. “I've been better.”

“It's all those layers.” Abby appeared behind him, caging the nervous demon between them, hands already toying with the hem of his shirt and sweater.

“Wait—”

The rest of his protest was muffled by fabric. Mystery tilted his head in silence. Red heat travelled from Romance’s cheeks down to his throat. Thinner than Mystery, the demon looked slim but firm, his abs more defined by the lack of fat around them. A narrow waist drew attention to the V-line disappearing below his pants. Abby craned his neck to look past his shoulder, whistling lowly at the sight.

“The hunters won't stand a chance.”

Romance hissed and covered his chest with his arms. Not much disappeared from view. “Don't mock me.”

“Mock you?” Abby looked genuinely confused at the demand. “I'm serious.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I am!”

The reactions were enough to finally pique Baby's interest, causing the last member—excluding their lost leader—to join the group by the wall.

“This is stupid and you all— Huh.”

Three sets of eyes turned to look at Baby as he trailed off, close enough now to get a look at the romantic idol. Now that they all thought about it, Romance always covered up, long sleeves and long pants. The sudden lack of clothes seemed almost indecent. A shame, with such a chest hidden beneath. Romance may not be padded with bulging muscles like Abby or streamlined—with a surprising amount of hair—like Mystery, but his lean, softer chest and flat belly still looked quite appetising.

“What?” Romance hissed, clearly agitated at all the silent attention focused on him. For one who claimed to thrive on it from the fans, he seemed quite uncomfortable now. Embarrassed even.

What a treat.

“Why so embarrassed?” Baby asked playfully. “I thought you loved the attention.”

“Shut up.” Romance turned to look for his clothes instead of focusing on their burning eyes. His face fell when he saw how far the bigger demon had thrown them. “Those are designer!”

Abby blinked. “They’re clothes?”

“Expensive clothes!”

“Perhaps Abby is on to something,” Baby said. That stopped the argument from truly starting.

“Really?” The dry tone should have made him mad, but he excused the other demon's bad mood from the forceful undressing. And poor treatment of his ‘oh so precious’ clothes.

“Of course I am!” Abby’s pecks seemed to jump as he spoke confidently. They all knew he did it on purpose, and Baby was growing tired of the bigger demon showing off. Not everyone wanted to spend five hours a day in the gym, not even immortal demons with bountiful energy. This K-pop business was vicious, and Baby, at times, regretted ever agreeing to help Jinu.

Well, some. It beat eternal suffering—boredom—in Hell.

Shaking those thoughts from his mind, Baby continued, “But we need to know everyone can measure up.”

“Measure what?”

Instead of answering that moronic question, Baby simply pulled off his own shirt and dropped it onto the floor. The others stared. He didn't need to look down to know what they saw. He'd seen it plenty since their arrival in the human world. While slimmer in body than Abby, he was just as defined, and he greatly enjoyed the surprise on their faces.

Mystery with his usual stoic silence—a trait Baby had grown fond of compared to the yapping from certain other demons—and hidden eyes, Abby with his mouth hanging open, and Romance curling further into himself, arms wrapped self-consciously around his torso.

Baby cocked his hips. “Should I take the silence as an insult?”

“How the fuck are you the second-buffest member?” Abby couldn't seem to tear his eyes away, glaring at Baby's chest instead of his face.

“Is that even a word?” Romance muttered petulantly.

“Jealous?” Baby threw Abby's own words from earlier back at him.

Abby physically shook himself out of the shock and smirked down at the shorter demon. “It'll do.”

Baby's eye twitched.

“And now we are only missing one.”

Four pairs of eyes turned to watch their leader, still hunched over his notebook, fragments of texts and random melodies occasionally escaping his mouth; Lost to the world and scheming band members. Even Romance seemed to forget about his own unwilling participation at the chance to jump Jinu, to even the playing field.

After all, it was only fair to make them all equal. Team bonding, as Jinu would say. It wasn't nice of him to ignore them for so long.

For once, silent and in agreement, all four approached their unknowing leader. Jinu bit his pencil and hummed a small tune, head bobbing and lip quirking in approval. The pen flew over the pages to write it down.

“Jinu,” Abby called, leaning against a shoulder to peek at the new notes.

No answer.

“Jiiinu.”

A small hum, almost an answer, until it morphed into a melody instead.

Abby huffed. “Fine.” Walking behind their oblivious leader, the bigger demon shot his band members a smirk before wrapping his arms around Jinu and gathering the fabric of his shirt in his hands.

That caught Jinu’s attention. He startled and looked down, eyes widening as dark patterns rippled across skin and blunt nails grew into claws.

“Wait, what are you—”

Riiitch.

The fabric fell to the side, revealing the previously covered chest to the others. Jinu yelped and tried to stand, but Abby grabbed both wrists and kept him still, larger body pressing down on his back. Red grew on their leader’s cheeks when he realised the half-naked state of all his band members.

“What are you doing?!” Jinu demanded, struggling and failing to pull free from the taller demon’s hold.

Abby chuckled in his ear, “For the fans, Jinu, remember?”

“What does this have to do with the fans?!”

“Fan service,” Baby answered.

“Come on, we always go along with your plans,” Abby said.

“The live performances,” Romance started.

“Staying up all night for the fan signing,” Baby muttered darkly.

“The game shows.” Mystery’s voice barely rose above a murmur.

They all shuddered.

Abby continued, “Listen to us for a change.”

Their leader only grunted in exasperation. “This has nothing to do with the fans.”

“See it as an audition.”

Jinu gave one last jerk and slumped when the restraining hands held firm. His head thumped against Abby’s chest. With a still leader, the others finally got a good look at what the demon had been hiding.

They knew he had broad shoulders; the shirts did nothing to hide the fact, but the well-defined pectorals and abdominal muscles caught them all off guard. With a V-line that seemed exaggerated, Jinu cut a striking figure, almost rivalling Abby if not for the sheer size and bulk of the taller demon.

Abby barked a surprised laugh. “Wow, Jinu, you're bigger than Baby!”

“He's just broader,” said demon scoffed.

"Jealous?"

A deep growl was the only warning Abby got before a flurry of blue hair and long nails descended on him. Jinu ducked just in time, avoiding the collision and freeing himself in the process, as Abby was suddenly too busy protecting his face. The duo ended up on the floor, patterns creating an almost psychedelic effect as they rolled around.

Mystery crouched to get a better vantage point, head tilted and mouth twitching in amusement. His tense knuckles made Jinu worry he might join in for the fun of it.

Romance inched closer to Jinu, arms still wrapped around his bare torso. Both shared a look and shook their heads in dismay. It seemed practice had ended for the day. None offered to join in and pull the two demons apart, though. They all agreed to let Baby have his ‘fun’.

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When Baby snarled and flashed his fangs, Jinu stepped forward to stop the fight before blood could be drawn. Practice might be over for the day, but there was no need to let them exhaust themselves with needless violence.

“Okay, guys, that’s enough—”

A surprised moan filled the room. Everyone froze. Abby panted where he lay on the floor, Baby's head burrowed in his shoulder. A faint “oh” sounded from behind Jinu. He glanced back to see Romance watching with hooded eyes and pink cheeks. A growl, a panicked “wait!”, and Mystery jumped, latching onto the tallest demon's other shoulder, large fangs growing to their original size right before contact.

“Fuck!” Instead of pushing them off, something the taller demon would have no trouble doing, Abby groaned as his eyes flashed yellow. Pupils turned to slits when Baby finally released the skin, a faint hint of blood staining his lips.

“Really?” Baby asked mockingly. “That easy?”

“Fuck off,” Abby retorted.

Slender fingers reached for the very prominent bulge in tight pants. “I think you're mixing your words together. Getting enough blood to the brain?”

“I know what— Fuck!” Abby cut off mid-sentence as Mystery pulled back and bit lower, closer to one of the round pectorals.

Baby clicked his tongue. “Small vocabulary.”

The sound snapped Jinu from his stupor, blinking rapidly to gather some semblance of thought process after the rather shocking development. A part of him hesitated to stop it—whatever it was—the hesitation growing stronger when Romance stepped up behind him to rest a hand on his waist. The heat from his bare chest seeped into Jinu’s equally nude back. It suddenly felt important, their state of half-undress, the room charged with energy.

“No need to end the show so soon, right, Jinu?” The way Romance’s silky voice caressed his ear made Jinu nod without thinking.

Baby pulled Mystery off Abby. A beat of silence passed. Blood stained the large teeth, closer to tusks than fangs. Mystery whined. The tension snapped. Even with his smaller stature, Baby was strong, and he had no trouble pulling Mystery into a searing kiss, both sharing the drops of blood staining their lips from Abby’s wounds. The others stared transfixed, Abby groaning and thumping his head against the floor below the kissing couple.

Even if no one said it out loud, they all thought it: This had been a long time coming.

Heat built in the room, patience running low, a bowstring pulled too tight, waiting for that last drop to finally snap the string in two or send the arrow flying.

“Looks like fun, doesn’t it?” Romance asked quietly, still behind Jinu, still caressing his waist slowly, still so warm against his back.

“It looks like they're fighting.”

“That's nothing new.”

“We really should get back to work…” Even as the words left his mouth, Jinu already knew it was a lost cause.

Romance rested his chin against a broad shoulder. “Don't we deserve a break?”

“I'm pretty sure the break ended long ago.”

“How would you know? With that head buried in your notebook all the time.” A second hand joined the first on Jinu’s waist, slowly creeping up towards his chest. “Really, Jinu, it's not nice for a leader to ignore their members like that.”

“Not at all,” Baby chimed in. The trio on the floor had stopped to listen in when Romance began to speak, all eyes now locked on Jinu. Glowing gold. A shiver ran down his spine. Romance chuckled behind him.

“Come on, Jinu,” Abby needled, slowly rising from the floor, eyes never leaving their target. A predator stalking prey. “Let's see what's hiding beneath.”

“You already pulled my shirt off,” Jinu scoffed, even as the hairs on his arms rose. Romance wrapped both arms tightly around him as if to keep him warm. Or trapped. Or both.

“That still leaves quite a bit to the imagination.” Abby finally stopped in front of Jinu, one finger hooking into a belt hoop.

Jinu jerked back, only to feel the wall of deceptive muscle behind him. In a proper fight, he would be evenly matched to Romance, but right now? Now it felt inevitable. Still, a part of him needed to protest.

“What? We can't just— No! We can't show the fans that.”

“I never mentioned the fans, now did I?”

“But you said—”

“Not this. This?” Abby grabbed Jinu by the chin, long fingers digging into his cheeks. Claws grew out, denting the skin but never piercing it. “Is ours.”

“I've never been good at sharing,” Baby mused idly from the floor.

“Neither have I,” Abby said quietly.

“Perhaps this can be an exception.” Always the diplomat, always the schemer, Romance’s suggestion lit a spark in the other demons’ eyes.

Abby glanced behind Jinu. “Just between band members.”

“Of course,” Romance agreed amicably. “Just between band members.”

Jinu squirmed between them. “Uh, guys, maybe we should—”

Abby pulled him closer, hand travelling down to rest lightly on his throat, a warning and a promise. “Should what?”

Jinu bit his lip. They really shouldn’t break this line. How would they ever come back? He couldn’t, with a good conscience as their leader, use his power like that. But then again, this felt very much like being powerless. Would they even take him seriously afterwards if he gave in now?

Baby groaned in annoyance. “Fucking kiss him or I will.”

Mystery whined and nuzzled up to Baby, already trying to lick into his mouth for a proper kiss again. Romance laughed behind Jinu, whole chest vibrating against his back. Abby rolled his eyes at the command, slid his hand to the back of Jinu’s neck and pulled him into a filthy kiss. Canines scratched against his lips, causing Jinu to moan quietly, leaving just enough room for Abby to deepen the kiss.

Hands roamed his chest as Abby held him steady, the slender fingers from the romantic idol sliding across toned muscles until they could pinch his nipples. Jinu jolted from the sudden touch, noise muffled against an exploring tongue.

“Alright, we get it,” Baby complained somewhere in the room. Jinu felt dizzy when his mouth was finally released. Abby winked and turned their leader’s head, muscles stretching taut to meet Romance in a softer, less violent kiss over his shoulder. Romance cradled his jaw gently and slid his tongue in.

The dreaded word rang out in the room, Abby's tone smug and triumphant. The word that started this whole thing. “Jealous?”

Jinu almost sighed in dismay, if not for Romance’s skilled fingers working on his belt buckle. That certainly caught his attention.

“Wait.”

All movement stopped, even the scuffle happening on the floor. How quickly did they begin a new fight? And how did he not hear it?

“We, uh, we need to focus on the mission.” Jinu’s voice sounded thin, the excuse weak even to his own ears.

“Fuck the mission,” Abby muttered, pushing Mystery off himself and holding the squirming demon down on the floor. Baby, sitting on the taller demon’s legs, rolled his eyes.

“Are we around fans right now?” Romance asked, still behind Jinu and stopping him from moving, from turning around, from doing anything but standing there, staring at his band members half-dressed and slowly growing more feral, if the slitted pupils were any indication.

“No,” Jinu answered reluctantly.

“Then let’s have some fun before it’s back to business.” Romance kissed his neck. “Would that really be so bad? Boss?”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Okay,” Romance agreed easily. His hands returned to the belt buckle. “Okay?”

Three sets of hungry eyes stared at Jinu.

“This won’t change anything.” Jinu didn’t know why he said it, but he had to; the words just tumbled out. He had to know the plan wouldn’t be completely ruined if they did this.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re still gonna destroy the Honmoon, now shut up and strip.” The last word escaped Baby in a clear command. Abby sat up to get a better look, holding Mystery in a headlock, though the quiet demon did not seem to notice, hidden eyes focused solely on their leader.

Jinu closed his eyes and tilted his head back against Romance’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Do I have to be the first?”

“Lead by example,” Baby shot back.

“Can’t argue with that,” Romance said with a shrug before deft fingers unbuckled and pulled the belt loose, the sound of the leather loud in the quiet room. Romance threw it somewhere; Jinu didn’t open his eyes to look. It didn’t matter at the moment. Only the feeling of burning gazes, the hunger and the heat in the room, the pure want. The button popped open, and the zipper moved one tack at a time, agonisingly slow. Jinu almost wanted to hurry it up, just to get it over with. Finally, Romance pushed his thumbs under the waistband of Jinu’s pants and boxers, pushing both down with one motion. Not as far as he feared, just enough to expose his—embarrassingly—hard dick to the heated air of the dance room. Romance wasted no time and wrapped a hand around it, pumping a few times and almost causing Jinu’s knees to buckle.

“Ah, fuck, wait.”

“Don’t be like that,” Romance murmured. “Look at them.”

Jinu forced his eyes open, peeking down his nose at the sitting demons. All stared enthralled, pants tight around their own erections. Jinu looked away again, too shy at all the attention suddenly being on him, especially while feeling so exposed.

“Perhaps he needs some support,” Baby said, and the sound of someone getting up prepared Jinu for the touch to his stomach. “Or a hand?”

“He already has one,” Abby laughed. “Don’t think two is necessary, even with that size.” The tone wasn’t mocking; it was impressed. Jinu suddenly wanted to see the others. Still, he kept his head on Romance's shoulder.

“Are you just— Ah, just going to watch?” He asked, panting, as Romance never slowed his pace.

Baby chuckled, hand grabbing one of Jinu’s wrists and lifting it to kiss the palm. “Never.”

Romance copied the gesture on his other wrist. A faint blush grew on Jinu’s cheeks. That was not what he expected. It was only when he felt cold leather against his skin that he realised something; he had never heard the belt hit the floor. Forcing his eyes open, Jinu lifted his head to see Baby in front of him, a devilish smile making his eyes scrunch up. Lightning fast, Romance released Jinu’s dick and grabbed both wrists. Baby looped the belt twice and cinched it tight, tying Jinu’s wrists together. The leather bit into his skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt. He shivered.

“Okay?” Romance asked quietly behind him.

A deep breath. “Okay.” The others all smiled, satisfied and hungry.

Baby kissed his bound wrists and let them fall between them. “Good.” Then he pulled Jinu into a kiss. Where Abby had been fast and everywhere at once, and Romance had been slow and gentle, Baby kissed with purpose, each movement deliberate, planned to pull noise after noise out of Jinu.

“Come on, he can’t be that good,” Abby complained when a particularly slow lick made Jinu moan and grab at a shirt that wasn’t there to pull Baby closer. He met bare skin instead, nails painting small crescents. Baby broke the kiss to allow Jinu a second to catch his breath, kissing the side of his mouth before turning to Abby with a scowl.

“Wanna test that out?”

“Fucking bring it.”

Mystery managed to pull himself from the loosening headlock before the two demons collided again. It looked like more teeth than tongue, but Jinu wasn’t about to say anything out loud. He was still dizzy from the kiss and trying to catch up to where this was all heading; messy and filthy and good.

Not that he was afforded much time before the silent demon stood before him, large tusks still stained red and tongue playing with a canine. Mystery tilted his head in question.

Jinu gulped down one last full breath and nodded. Then Mystery descended on him. If not for Romance still behind him, Jinu would have fallen flat on his back from the sheer force of impact. Mystery licked more than he kissed, tongue exploring every inch of Jinu’s mouth, while his tusks scraped against lips and cheeks. It should have been awkward, but Jinu could only moan as he tasted the last of his band members. They should have done this a long time ago.

“Perhaps we should let him sit down, Myst,” Romance suggested. Jinu agreed, feeling his legs shake from being this overwhelmed so quickly.

Mystery hummed and released Jinu’s lips, now swollen from all the attention and shining with spit. He almost collapsed if not for the two demons on either side helping him sit down slowly. Jinu wiped his mouth, seeing faint traces of pink from Mystery’s mouth. Right. Abby’s blood. Mystery whined and dove back in, slicking up whatever Jinu had just managed to wipe away.

“Lift him for a second, Myst,” Romance said, and large hands lifted Jinu’s hips effortlessly to allow the slender demon to pull his pants and boxers down completely. Mystery forced Jinu flat on his back, practically crawling into his lap without ever breaking the kiss. Someone—most likely Romance—pulled his shoes and pants off his feet, leaving their leader completely bare on the floor. He shivered against the cold wood beneath. With the romantic idol no longer behind him, Jinu could finally get a look at the hunger mirrored in his eyes as well. While more subdued, it left a thoughtful expression on his handsome face as Romance considered the two demons before him.

A glance behind him showed the last two demons, still brawling, though they had both somehow ended up only in boxers. The tattered remains of two pairs of jeans showed how that happened, probably without them ever breaking the violent kiss. A few fresh drops of blood stained their sweaty skin.

“I believe they’ll be entertained for a moment.” Romance turned back to Jinu and Mystery, the latter having released his mouth to lick down their leader’s neck to his collarbones. The widening of those tusks was all the warning Jinu received before Mystery bit down. He cursed at the sudden spike of pain.

“Careful,” Romance chided, grabbing a handful of purple hair to pull Mystery off. “No blood here. You can bite Abby all you want later.”

Mystery whined but nodded, licking the wound apologetically when released. Jinu tried to lift a hand to pet the wild mop of purple, but with them still tied together and awkwardly crushed between their bodies, he could do nothing but pant softly as Mystery moved further down. Too far down. Wait.

“Wait—”

Warm, wet heat engulfed his dick, and Jinu almost shouted in surprise. It felt wonderful. Even if it should be impossible, somehow, the tusks couldn’t even be felt. Did Mystery hide them that quickly? One look down showed that no, they were still very much there. And still, no teeth or fangs or anything but soft lips and a dexterous tongue touched his member. With his hands finally free, if still tied together, Jinu let his fingers tangle in purple hair as he groaned, softly urging the other demon to go faster, take it deeper. A happy hum made vibrations run along his dick, and Jinu moaned, hips twitching from the stimulation.

“Like that, right there. Ah!”

Romance left the purple hair to Jinu and instead ran a hand along Mystery’s back, eyes never leaving the lips wrapped around Jinu. “That’s it, good boy.” A truly delighted moan from Mystery, and an almost pained-sounding one from Jinu, answered his words. Romance raised a perfect eyebrow and grinned. “Well, that’s good to know.”

The ominous tone fell on deaf ears, both too caught in the moment to notice much beside each other and the steady stream of praise from the pink-haired demon. Jinu felt a knot form in his stomach, pressure building below, and he pulled harder on Mystery’s hair, begging him to continue, don’t stop, please—

Jinu groaned in disappointment when the wet heat disappeared, opening his eyes to see Romance had pulled Mystery up by the hair to kiss him deeply. Such a tease. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad about it. Tongues peeked out between their lips, the hand in Mystery’s hair controlling the pace of their kiss. Jinu considered finishing himself to the sight, but one look at his bound hands made him reconsider. Knowing the others, it would not end well for him.

…Did he want it to?

Pushing that small revelation aside, Jinu instead turned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever their last two band members were up to. And oh, how he regretted—loved—that decision. Both demons had bitemarks along their shoulders and trailing down their chests; the crescent indents closed up almost as quickly as they appeared, leaving drops of crimson on their glistening skin. Abby hovered over the smaller demon, and Baby seemed to love every second, his nails scratching long lines across the broad back. Locking eyes, Baby flashed Jinu a sultry smile and rolled his hips up, his and Abby’s still clothed erections rubbing together briefly. Abby growled and pushed him down harder.

“Patience, you brat.”

“Pot calling kettle black,” Baby shot back.

“You fucking—” Abby yelped as Baby wrapped a leg around his waist and flipped them both, the smaller landing on top and nipping the taller's lips playfully. Baby whispered something into the other demon’s ear, too low for Jinu to hear, but the way Abby’s pupils dilated and honed in on Jinu instantly made him squirm. Combined with Mystery still sitting on his legs, and one of Romance’s hands running along his stomach, Jinu felt truly pinned, both literally and figuratively.

“I hope you aren’t forgetting about us,” Baby called.

Romance pulled Mystery back, ignoring the small whine to stare disapprovingly at the formerly wrestling demons. “I should be the one to ask you that. We had to entertain ourselves, you know.” The pout was exaggerated and too tempting not to kiss.

Jinu tried to sit up, but both Romance and Mystery pushed him back down to the floor.

“Well, that won’t do at all.” Baby rolled his hips again. Abby groaned and grabbed his hips, keeping the movement going. “Come on, don’t hump me like a dog. That’s Mystery’s thing.”

In answer, Mystery finally wrenched his hair free from Romance’s loosening grip to dive down and swallow Jinu’s dick again.

“Fuck!” Multiple voices uttered the curse, but Jinu was too busy chasing his climax to hear who.

Baby clicked his tongue in disapproval, getting up off of Abby to join the group.

Abby scrambled to follow, hissing at the tightness in his boxers. “Fuck it, these are pure torture.” In barely the blink of an eye, Abby stood completely naked, pouncing on Romance to wrestle the tight jeans off of him, too. Romance hissed and scratched whatever he could reach, but the fight was no more than for show. They all felt uncomfortable at this point and needed release. Baby joined Mystery beside Jinu, watching the frenzied pace for a few seconds before pulling Mystery off. Both groaned as they separated again.

“Come on!” Jinu knew whining wouldn’t help, but he was so close, he couldn’t stop it. Mystery fought the grip harder this time, just as interested in finishing Jinu off. Maybe even more.

“It’s no fun if we finish too soon,” Baby admonished mockingly. “Is that what you want? To end it before we even begin? Huh?”

Mystery shook his head the best he could. Jinu glared at the ceiling in frustration.

A harsh grip around his dick made Jinu choke on a breath.

“Answer me,” Baby demanded.

“No.”

“No, what?”

Jinu glared back.

“Too good for manners?”

Romance groaned in relief behind them when Abby finally managed to pull the tight fabric off of him. Still, Jinu said nothing.

“Fine.” Baby released Mystery. “Go on then.”

That felt like a trap, and yet, Jinu didn’t have time to consider the outcome before he felt Mystery lick from the base all the way to the tip of his cock and swallowed once more. The denial had left him high-strung, and it took no time at all to return to the edge. He clenched his teeth and waited to be denied once more. But no one pulled Mystery away.

“Don’t be quiet now,” Baby whispered into Jinu’s ear. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Let us hear.”

Fingers pulled gently on his chin, forcing Jinu’s mouth open, where he didn’t even notice he’d bitten down on his lower lip to stop his moans. With nothing to stop him, Jinu thrust up into the warm mouth, chasing the pleasure as Mystery hummed happily around him.

Jinu came with a long moan, body seizing up, and dick burrowed as far down Mystery’s throat as possible. The other demon took it all without complaint, swallowing until Jinu pulled back from oversensitivity. He collapsed, boneless, chest heaving for breath. Baby clapped Jinu’s cheek condescendingly and moved in to kiss Mystery, tasting their leader on his tongue.

Both Romance and Abby stopped their own play to listen to Jinu come, hurrying over when he sagged against the floor. Baby protested when Abby pulled them apart to lick into Mystery’s mouth, and Romance offered an apologetic kiss to pacify him. Jinu stayed on the floor, watching his band members kiss enthusiastically above him, moaning, tasting him between them.

“Fuck, we should have done this a long time ago,” Abby groaned as he released Mystery. A quiet nod showed his agreement.

“We work too hard,” Romance added. “A break is only healthy.”

“The mission,” Jinu said quietly, a part of him still too stubborn to give in.

“Mission this, mission that, give it a break, Jinu,” Abby said flippantly. “It’s working, isn’t it? Relax.”

“We don’t have time—”

“For once, listen to us and stop ignoring us.” Abby loomed above, pupils shrunk to slits and teeth flashing in the harsh fluorescent light. “You always go on about the mission, always have your head buried in a notebook or your computer or whatnot. Have you forgotten there are five of us?”

“Of course not!” Jinu protested. “But the Honmoon is still—”

Abby grabbed his chin, cutting him off mid-sentence. Jinu dug his nails into his wrist, but the taller demon didn’t seem to notice. “Shut up. No more talk about the mission or Honmoon or whatever the fuck else you wanna use as an excuse. Either tell us you want to leave, or shut. Up.”

Jinu wanted to shut up; he wanted to enjoy the moment, wanted the same casual indifference his band members had, but he couldn’t. The voices, the memories, he just wanted them gone. He wanted peace. Four pairs of eyes stared at him, waiting for his decision.

The words left his mouth in a snarl, “Make me.”

Abby grinned. “Good answer.”

They all descended on Jinu, mouths and hands covering every inch of skin, tasting, biting, caressing, scratching, pinching, too much and not enough all at once. His bound hands were pushed down above his head, and his legs lifted to leave him exposed and panting. Slick fingers plunged into his hole with no warning, punching a groan of discomfort and pleasure out of his slack mouth. It hurt, but it only heightened everything else.

Too much happened, Jinu couldn’t tell who touched him where, or who murmured what against his skin. A litany of praise and insults filtered through his hazy mind: “So good for us”, “pathetic”, “listen to those sounds”, “desperate thing”. Jinu could only moan and chase the feeling of the fingers spreading him open harshly.

As quickly as they all surrounded him, everyone backed off again, leaving him empty and cold on the floor. Cracking a damp eye open, Jinu glanced around.

Four naked demons hovered above him, lust and hunger shining in glowing, golden eyes. Their skin almost glowed where their faces were cast in shadow from the lights overhead.

“So, who's going first?” Romance asked casually.

Jinu bit his lip at the sheer size of them, knowing some would fit easier than others, and wait, first? Where did that come from? Who said he would take them all?

“First?” Jinu asked dumbly.

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“First?” Jinu asked dumbly.

“Lead by example,” Baby echoed his words from earlier. “Don't we all deserve some attention from our leader?” The way the title rolled off his tongue mockingly left no uncertainty about his meaning.

Abby settled comfortably on the floor. “I won't be cruel enough to go first.”

“How generous of you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Why don't you two fuck some of that excess energy off, if you insist on fighting like that?” Romance said with a handwave, dismissing both and turning to Mystery.

Both demons glared in offence.

“Why don't you start?” He suggested the quiet demon. Mystery offered one of his rare, small smiles and nodded enthusiastically, wasting no time crawling between Jinu's legs to line up. He had a second to brace himself, feeling strong hands settle on his shoulders before Mystery moved, bottoming out in one long thrust. Thankfully, the quiet demon had length over thickness, and they could all shrug off a beating in minutes, or Jinu would be screaming in pain instead of pleasure at the forceful entry. The length was perfect to ram his prostrate dead on, and Mystery set a hurried pace right away, panting against Jinu's cheek.

Romance suddenly yelped, and Jinu glanced over to see that the two former brawlers had pounced on him. Baby held Romance by the back of the neck, kissing him deeply, while Abby had his head buried between the romantic’s legs.

That was all Jinu managed to take in before Mystery demanded his attention back. He locked his bound wrists behind Mystery’s head as they kissed, whining as the constant stimulation edged towards too much, while still not enough to push him over the edge again.

“Come on, Mystery,” Jinu gasped, biting weakly at an earlobe. “You’re doing so well.”

Mystery whined, “Jinu,” and sped up impossibly faster, almost pushing Jinu across the floor if not for his vice-like grip on his shoulders.

Hearing his name as a plea sent a jolt down his spine. “Fuck, please.”

“Can I?” Mystery bit down on Jinu’s shoulder even before he finished speaking, freezing up as he came, warmth flooding Jinu’s insides. Jinu let out a long moan, satisfied and disappointed at the same time. His dick twitched, heavy and red between them, so close but missing that one last push. They both panted as they cooled down, neither wanting to lose the heat and closeness of the other.

A low whistle made both demons turn their heads to watch the trio. Romance lay draped across Abby’s lap, with Baby on top of him, and Abby sent them both an exaggerated wink.

“Nice show.”

“It was alright,” Baby muttered, eyes locked on where Jinu and Mystery were still connected. Jinu let his legs fall on either side of the other demon, shaky and high-strung.

“Don’t be mean,” Romance chided gently. “They did well.”

“I guess.”

“Alright, you picky bitch.” Abby ignored the raised finger from Baby. “Let me show you how it’s done then.”

Romance kissed Baby before he could retaliate, though the death glare told them all this was far from over. Abby smirked as he lifted Mystery and dropped him by the cuddling duo.

“Hello, Darling,” Romance cooed. Mystery instantly nuzzled closer, happily kissing both in turn. Baby rolled his eyes but accepted the affection without complaint.

The looming form above Jinu made him swallow harshly. Abby cut a striking and intimidating figure from the floor. Not only the broad shoulders and height, but the cock hanging between his legs, too, made something squirm in Jinu’s stomach.

Abby knelt between the bound demon’s legs, letting one broad hand trail from Jinu’s knee to his hip. “Ready for round two?”

“Just do it,” Jinu bit out, wanting the waiting over with before he lost his nerve.

“Wow, I feel so desired right now,” Abby snarked back, but he lined up all the same, catching Jinu’s eyes with a raised eyebrow.

“Didn’t I just tell you—Ah!” The pressure built and built until the head popped inside, each inch felt agonisingly slow until Abby bottomed out. Jinu lay there with an open mouth, a silent scream caught in his throat. It was so thick he felt split open.

“Fuck, fuck.” Breathing deeply, Abby rested his forehead against Jinu’s chest. “Can I move?”

No sound would pass his tongue, so Jinu nodded instead, wrapping his legs around Abby’s hips and trying to roll his own upwards. He barely moved before a moan was punched out of him. The constant pressure on his prostate hurt, and he loved it.

Abby snarled, eyes flashing, as he slowly built up a steady rhythm. Not as punishing as Mystery, but it wasn’t needed. Not with the sheer size inside of him.

“Listen to him,” Abby laughed, barely winded as he moved above Jinu. “He was made for this, taking it so well. Beautiful.”

Jinu whined at the praise. Heat burned his cheeks. He could barely think, only able to focus on the sensations around him. It felt amazing. Lifting his hands to pull Abby down, they shared a messy kiss, if you could even call it that, as Jinu fought to catch his breath. He didn’t want to breathe, he didn’t want to think, he just wanted to feel. He wanted it all.

Lifting his head and replacing his lips with two fingers, Abby stared ravenously down at Jinu. “Are you close?” he rasped out.

Jinu nodded, feeling the fingers push his tongue down and stopping him from voicing an answer. Not that he thought he could anyway. What a picture he must make, sweaty and wanton and not caring at all. He was so close, just a bit more, just a bit harder, just that final push.

Abby laughed and stopped, buried to the hilt inside the other demon. Squirming, Jinu protested around the fingers, muffled and indignant.

Pulling his slick fingers out, Abby asked, “Something wrong, dear leader?”

Fangs finally filling his own mouth, Jinu hissed, “I swear if you don't finish what you started, I'll—”

Abby grabbed him by the chin, forcing his bound hands down hard on the floor above his head. “You'll do what?” A warning lay heavily in his words.

Jinu pulled his face free and bit down hard between thumb and index finger. Abby hissed and wrenched his hand free. A perfect, crescent bitemark was left behind, small droplets of blood welling from the puncture wounds.

Something dark filled the taller demon’s eyes. “Kitty's got fangs.”

“Don't call me that,” Jinu snarled, anticipation and dread mixing in his blood.

“He's more like a dog,” Baby commented idly, still draped across Romance. A hint of eagerness brightened his golden eyes.

“With too much energy,” Romance added, fingers running through purple hair. Mystery lay sated and relaxed on the floor, but still curious about the development.

“Fine.” Abby pulled out and, quick as lightning, flipped Jinu onto his front. Jinu yelped, barely managing to catch himself before his hips were pulled up and a hand forced his head down against the floor, moulding his back into a perfect arch. “Let's tire him out then.” Feeling the large cock resting against his hole once more, Jinu braced himself, groaning as it pushed smoothly inside. The cold floor chilled his overheated cheek.

From his new position, Jinu had a perfect view of his last remaining band members, watching them watch him hungrily. The audience left him more embarrassed than the sounds escaping his mouth. The earlier denial made his approaching orgasm burn brighter, long nails digging gouges into the wooden floor from where Abby still held them tightly. The belt wasn’t even needed; his vice-like grip would be impossible to escape.

Jinu bit his lip, hoping to conceal his building climax, desperate and wanting to come again. His dick throbbed where it hung untouched, his hips stung from the harsh grip. Red burns would definitely colour his knees when it was over.

“Harder,” he gasped out, rocking back to meet each thrust.

Abby growled and licked his neck. “Sure you can take it?”

“Yes!” A high keen followed as Abby ground his hips against Jinu’s ass briefly.

“Don’t regret it.”

Jinu’s wrists were released, large hands grabbing his waist tightly to pull him into the next thrust, the sound almost obscene as their skin met. He was sure red bloomed between them, skin or blood or fire, he didn’t know, but it burned, scorching his nerves and leaving him writhing beneath the larger demon.

Just when his peak was in sight, just when he thought he would come untouched, Abby grabbed his dick and squeezed. Jinu screamed, the broken orgasm painful while liquid heat filled his insides again. Abby kissed his neck in apology, even as his hand stayed punishingly tight. It was only when Jinu collapsed onto his front, close to tears, that Abby released him.

“Is he okay?” Baby asked, a note of concern in his voice.

“Shit, did I go too far?” Abby passed concern and went straight into panic, carefully turning Jinu over to assess the extent of the damage.

Romance tutted and extracted himself from the clinging duo. “That was mean.” He knelt beside Jinu, cool fingers gently removing sweaty bangs from his forehead. “Can you speak, Darling?”

Jinu croaked, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Do you want to stop?”

It felt like moving a mountain, but Jinu managed to shake his head weakly. He couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure buzzing under his skin. He needed them to continue. He needed to come.

“Okay, thank you for telling us.”

Abby sighed loudly in relief. “Fuck, you scared me for a second there.”

Romance sent the taller demon an unimpressed glare. “That was terrible without prior warning. Don’t do it again, understood?”

“Got it.” Abby raised his hands in surrender.

“Good. Then go sit with the others.”

Abby pouted but slunk off, settling beside Mystery and barely managing to stay upright when he suddenly had a lap full of demon. Baby pushed Mystery away when he tried to pull the other into a new cuddle pile, and pretended not to notice the small pout in disappointment.

Romance ignored them and turned his full attention to their exhausted leader. Jinu looked a mess, eyes distant and glassy, lips shining with spit and his whole body covered in a layer of sweat, fine tremors running along his spine. The leather left a furious ring of red on each wrist, and his nails had left long lines in the floor.

“How about we take this off?” Romance suggested quietly, already toying with the end of the belt.

Jinu stared for a moment before nodding, barely moving as the leather loosened and was tossed carelessly across the room. This time, the distinct sound of metal hitting the floor rang out. Jinu shuddered, a tangible weight falling from his body.

Slender fingers massaged the tender skin, soft reassurances cooed from above, “So good. You took it all so well, such a pretty sight. You're so beautiful.”

Each compliment only fueled the embers still burning in his stomach. The floor had absorbed all his body heat, leaving him cold and empty on the floor. Jinu tried to rise to his elbows, arms shaking and head hanging low.

Romance wrapped his arms around Jinu's torso and helped him sit up, letting him lean back against his chest like before. “Slowly, there, like that. You're doing so well.”

“Please,” Jinu whispered, one hand moving back to pull weakly at Romance's neck.

“What do you need?”

Words failing again, Jinu turned his head and tried to catch Romance's lips. When hands held him back instead of pulling him closer, Jinu whined, close to tears at the rejection.

“No, no, shh, it's okay, I'm just gonna move you real quick, okay? Just work with me, Darling, please?”

Jinu nodded, not caring where Romance wanted him as long as he didn't let go, didn't remove his body heat, didn't leave. With Romance's help—he did most of the work—they managed to turn Jinu, so they sat face to face, and with barely any prompting needed from the pink-haired demon, Jinu gladly climbed into his lap, wrapping heavy arms around his shoulders.

“There we go, isn't that better?”

Still too out of it to make his tongue work, their leader nodded and moved in for the much-needed kiss. Romance met him gladly, lips slow and steady against shaky panting. Feeling a tongue probe between his lips, Jinu opened readily, whining as they met.

A loud whisper of, “That's so fucking hot,” barely registered in his mind.

The hissed answer of, “Shut the fuck up,” from Baby, on the other hand, along with the sound of skin meeting skin and a small yelp, certainly did. It did clear just enough of the fog for Jinu to let out a small chuckle, tired-sounding but joyful all the same. These were still his band members, silly and frustrating and surprisingly caring.

“Better?” Romance asked with a knowing smile.

“Better,” Jinu agreed, surprised at his hoarse voice. Thinking back, he really shouldn't be. He'd been quite vocal. A small blush stained his cheeks at the thought.

“Are you sure you want to continue? We can stop here,” Romance asked, patient and calm as ever. It felt nice after the whirlwind of desire he'd been caught in. Still felt to an extent, if slightly doused by the gentle treatment. Not in a bad way, but he felt calmer, softer. It felt good.

Not wanting to aggravate his voice more, or hear proof of just how wrecked he must look, Jinu nodded instead, tightening his arms around the other demon.

“Okay. Do you want me to just finish you off or?”

Jinu shook his head and, hesitantly, rocked down against the other's erection resting against his inner thigh. Thinner than Abby's, it didn't seem quite as intimidating. And he wanted to feel that deep connection with his remaining band members as well. They really should have done this a long time ago.

Romance stared at him for a moment. Jinu tried to hold the searching gaze, even as he felt bared in a whole new way by the other demon.

“Tell me if it's too much?”

That was an easy agreement. Using the other as support, Jinu lifted himself off his lap, and Romance helped guide him to line up. Exhaling slowly, he sank down. It barely felt like a stretch after the brutal pace from earlier. Jinu moaned, half in relief and half in frustration, happy it didn't overwhelm him but annoyed he barely felt full. They set a slow rhythm, Romance clearly taking it easy and gauging how much Jinu could handle. It was sweet, but not at all what he needed at the moment. Still, he didn't speed up, soaking up the warmth and affection Romance offered with small kisses and roaming hands, admiration in each slide across his skin.

“Please,” Jinu whispered, a pressure building behind his eyes. He didn't even know exactly what he was asking for, just that he needed it, and he needed it now.

“What do you need?”

“More.”

“More what?”

It wasn't enough; he needed more. “Please, more. I need more. Please!” His voice rose in volume as his desperation grew, words failing him and brain unable to grasp anything but the throbbing need in his core.

Remembering the others still in the room, Jinu threw his head back and stared pleadingly at Baby. Huge eyes, pupils almost swallowing up the gold, stared back at him. Lifting a hand, Jinu begged with his eyes and whined.

Baby groaned and covered his eyes. “Don't give me that look.”

“What, are you gonna ignore that? He's practically begging you!” Abby sounded scandalised on Jinu's behalf, and Jinu nodded vigorously in agreement. Did he do something wrong? Did Baby not want to?

“I'm not going to break him,” Baby argued, still blind, still too far away.

“Please,” Jinu cried out.

Growling, Baby slammed a hand into the floor, claws digging into the wood.

“Are you sure?” Romance asked, carefully turning their leader’s head back to face him. “You don’t have to.”

Jinu nodded again, nuzzling against the warm hand.

“We’re gonna break him!”

“Baby,” Romance called sternly as Jinu whined at the angry tone. “There is no need to get mad.”

“He’s asking us to break him. I’m not going to be the one to hurt him.”

“And he’ll tell us if it becomes too much.” A finger tapped Jinu’s temple. “Right, Darling?”

Yes, please, anything, if they would only touch him. None of those words escaped him, only another nod and a thin whine. His body still shook, still felt too empty, too cold. He needed more; he needed them closer.

Finally, blessed heat wrapped around Jinu’s back and blue hair entered his field of vision. Baby glared for a second, assessing, before sighing and pulling at one of Jinu’s asscheeks. The new cock nudging at his hole made Jinu clench up subconsciously.

“Relax,” Baby muttered, free hand coming up to circle a nipple. The added stimuli made Jinu moan lowly, rocking down and feeling the head catch against his rim. Romance held him still, not wanting either to go too quickly.

Then, pressure, slow, unrelenting, good. A slight burn as the head popped inside. Jinu panted harshly, head falling back against Baby’s shoulder. A pair of lips kissed his temple. Slowly, slowly, and there, Baby’s hips met his cheeks. Romance bit his lip at the added pressure against his own cock. Baby sighed.

“Please,” Jinu said, fighting for leverage, trying to move, to feel anything but this constant pressure against his insides. It wasn’t enough.

Two pairs of hands held him steady, lips finding his pulse points and latching on, worrying the skin between sharp teeth until red and purple bloomed like a flower.

Romance bit his earlobe. “Ready?”

“Yes, please, move.”

And they did. Neither had much leverage sitting on the floor, but together, they found a rhythm that let one thrust up as the other moved down, the constant pressure inside Jinu never letting up. Each thrust rubbed against his prostate, the pace unhurried and leisurely. Jinu moaned anyway, happy and content to move as much as his legs would allow. Their breathing picked up, not from exertion but pleasure, hips twitching minutely as they both held back from ramming into him. Jinu almost wanted them to let go, to take, but the last rational part in his mind knew it would be a bad idea. He already felt stretched thin, his body aching beneath the burning ecstasy. Any more might have broken him completely.

“You look so good together,” Abby praised, enjoying the show from the sideline with Mystery. Neither felt the need to touch, just lying back and enjoying the show.

“Are you close?” Romance asked, listening to the growing volume of their leader. Jinu nodded, nails digging into flawless skin as he bounced between them. His body wouldn’t stop shaking, pleasure setting his nerves on fire, and his stomach almost cramping up as it built and built, that one last nudge just out of reach.

Romance reached down and wrapped his fingers around Jinu's weeping dick. A zap of pure electricity ran down his spine, whole body seizing as he came. And came. And came. It felt like minutes, hours, his body numb with nothing but pleasure rushing through his veins. Somehow, in the back of his mind, Jinu noted both demons had stopped moving inside him, the thin fingers and sensation of being truly filled being the only things he could focus on. As his body finally loosened back up again, Jinu heard loud breathing. His own. His head rested against Baby's shoulder again, and he whined when Romance still didn't stop pumping his cock. Slapping a hand down, Romance got the meaning and let go, kissing slack lips in apology.

“You did so well.” The praise sent a last shudder through Jinu's body. “What a wonderful sight. Thank you.”

It should be absurd to be thanked for coming, but Jinu could only smile and nuzzle against Baby's throat, not having the strength to lift his head and kiss Romance back.

Baby petted his hair softly, glancing at Romance. “Should we let him—”

“No.” Both blinked at Jinu's answer.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Baby asked incredulously. “You look half dead.”

“You didn't—” Jinu's voice cracked from overuse.

Romance waved at the others. “Will you fetch some water?”

Mystery jumped up right away, heading to the corner where their bags lay in a heap. Abby tried to look nonchalant, but it was clear he felt a bit lost with everyone but him occupied. Still, he did not have peace for long before Mystery returned, handed over a water bottle and plopped back down in his lap. From the hiss of pain, he might have hit a certain body part. Baby snickered.

“Drink slowly, okay?” Romance helped Jinu hold the water bottle as he sipped, the cool liquid more refreshing than he expected.

“Thank you,” Jinu croaked when he pushed the bottle away, and continued his statement from earlier. “You didn't finish.”

“And you are exhausted,” Romance countered. “We can help each other out. Don't you want to rest?”

Shaking his head, Jinu finally pulled himself up to sit by his own strength between them. It made both cocks inside of him shift, and all three groaned from the stimulation.

“Not yet.”

“Don't overdo it,” Baby muttered. “It's fine.”

“I want to.”

“Stubborn idiot doesn't know when to quit.” That last sentence was almost too low to hear, but this close, impossible to miss, and Jinu could only crack a smile at the comment. Baby worried in his own way.

The same worry shone in Romance’s eyes, less hesitant to let it show. “Are you sure?”

His body still shook lightly, but Jinu didn't want to stop, not until they all came. It felt wrong, somehow, to end it here, to not have all his band members. He almost chuckled at the change of heart he'd had since they began. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Romance's shoulders and the other around Baby to pull them both closer, back to chest to chest. They both got the gist, sandwiching their leader between them.

Not much strength remained in Jinu's legs, but he tried valiantly to lift himself, moaning softly as he instantly fell back down. The cocks inside him rubbed insistently against his walls, nudging his oversensitive prostate.

“Let us,” Romance whispered, two sets of hands cradling Jinu's body and lifting him effortlessly. The next drop down hit spot on, and Jinu shook, still sensitive from his orgasm.

“Please,” he whimpered.

“We got you.”

“Just relax,” Baby said, kissing his neck. They resumed their steady rhythm from earlier, slow but deep, hands never leaving his skin, and both taking turns in kissing Jinu breathless.

Beside them, Abby cursed, both he and Mystery having been riled up from the sensual display. It didn't take long for them to shuffle around, Mystery sinking down on Abby to the same rhythm as the trio. The sound of broken moans, small gasps and slick skin meeting filled the room, temperature rising and rising.

Jinu let his head rest against Romance's shoulder, tired but happy, body buzzing and head fuzzy from happiness. Each small groan or bitten-off curse from his band members only riled him up further, legs beginning to work without his conscious input. Baby's hands tightened around him, mouth latching onto his neck as he suddenly came, warmth flooding Jinu's insides once more. Romance clocked it instantly and pulled Baby off him, letting them all hear the rough groan forced from his parted lips. Jinu whined, working harder to push Romance that last bit as well. Baby hissed at the overstimulation but didn't pull out, leaving Jinu full and panting.

“Please, please,” Jinu chanted. His teeth itched, eyes glowing bright as his orgasm approached.

“What do you need?” Romance asked, never breaking the rhythm. Jinu almost envied his composure, but the rest of his brain focused on the building tension in his stomach. It hurt. It hurt so good.

“Bite him,” Abby groaned, burying his own teeth in Mystery's neck. A sharp gasp was ripped from the quiet demon's throat as he came, spurting over their tangled legs.

Romance rolled his eyes. “Always with the biting, both of you.”

Baby barely moved, forehead resting against Jinu’s back with teeth clenched in his trapped position.

“Touch me!” Jinu begged, losing patience with their unhelpful bickering. He was so close, just a bit more, please—

Romance shushed him gently, apologetic, and wrapped a hand around his dick once more, grip firm and movements smooth from copious amounts of cooling cum. Jinu keened, high and thin, as the tight knot finally unravelled. He came with barely a sound, body locking up, and muscles clenching around the cocks still inside him. Romance moaned and held him tight, hips jerking up as his own orgasm swept over him. It felt like it lasted forever, even if barely anything escaped Jinu’s dick this time. The heat inside, too, only grew; his stomach slightly distended from the many times his members had come inside him. A hand found its way to feel the small bulge. Jinu moaned at the feeling.

Sated and exhausted, all three collapsed where they sat, falling onto their sides to cuddle up as their bodies cooled down for the final time. Baby pulled out first, but even as careful as he was, Jinu still winced from how rough his skin felt. Romance followed suit, kissing him apologetically when he whined. Left raw and sensitive, it was almost too much just to feel their hands gently massage his sore thighs. His body felt sticky from sweat and cum, his cheeks slightly damp, yet not a single thought besides ‘good’ filled his mind. It was good. He was good.

Mystery and Abby came over to join them, Abby cuddling up behind Romance, and Mystery almost crawling on top of Baby. The latter grumbled but accepted the weight without any real complaint.

Silence quickly fell over the drowsy group, none wanting to get up and move, not even to clean up. They would do it later, when their bodies were ready to cooperate again. Not even the hard floor below them registered as a problem, only the need to be closer.

Jinu squirmed, slowly coming back to himself, and with it, his embarrassment grew at his earlier behaviour. He’d been truly desperate, thoughts too far away to grasp properly, only the physical sensation of his band members, his fellow demons, wrapped around him had mattered in the moment. Now, a part of him truly did worry how they would see him.

“Stop thinking,” Baby muttered against his nape.

Jinu almost jumped at the words. “What?”

“I can practically hear you from back here, so stop it. It’s fine. Just relax.”

“But—”

“It’s okay,” Romance added, kissing Jinu’s nose playfully. He almost went cross-eyed following the other’s lips. “We all enjoyed it. Right?”

“Damn right we did,” Abby said happily, chest rumbling faintly.

“Good,” Mystery mumbled, already halfway asleep on top of the rapper. Baby chuckled and moved onto his back, never letting go of the other demon. Mystery rested his head against his chest.

“Did you?” Again, that note of genuine worry entered Romance’s voice, lifting his head to stare down at their silent leader. Abby, too, rose enough to catch his eyes behind the romantic.

Jinu blinked, overwhelmed and caught off guard at their inquiry. He’d come multiple times, cried, and begged for more. He’d felt indescribable pleasure, and even the pain had only fueled his desire. His whole body felt numb, and his mind, for just a moment, had been blissfully empty of the voices.

Did he enjoy it? More than he ever expected.

A genuine smile, bright and cheerful, broke out on his lips. “I did.”

Both Romance and Abby blinked owlishly before Abby threw himself dramatically onto his back, arm shielding his eyes. “My eyes! It’s like looking into the sun!”

“Shut up,” Jinu snorted, amusement colouring his voice.

Behind him, Baby groaned, complaining about there being two dramatic idiots now.

Romance smiled, eyes shining, as he leaned in for a small kiss. Jinu happily reciprocated, tangling fingers in that long, pink hair.

“Hey, no fair! Me too!”

Air left Romance’s lungs in a rush as Abby leaned over him to capture Jinu’s lips next. As an apology, both kissed Romance into the floor once they separated. He laughed as they moved down to his throat.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for now.”

“Aww, come on, are you tired already?” Abby asked playfully.

“Exhausted,” Romance sighed. “Now shut up and cuddle me.” Contradicting his own words, he instantly curled around Jinu, leaving Abby to wrap thick arms around both of them. Baby shuffled closer with Mystery, all five sharing body heat as they finally dozed off, happy as could be, while being bone-deep exhausted.

A nap sounded like a wonderful idea. Perhaps a break like this wouldn’t be a bad idea sometime in the future. Jinu closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The silence felt like a blessing.