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The winter storm started three days before Christmas and showed no signs of stopping. Snow fell in heavy cotton balls of fluff both day and night. Piling high up over the wooden deck of their rented cabin retreat.
The fireplace was continuously stoked in order to keep them as warm as possible. A few of them always cuddled in front of it with steaming mugs of hot chocolate and cold toes covered in fuzzy socks. Soft spoken words and the tingly sound of kissing nearly as consistent as the sound of the crackling fire.
This wasn't the first Christmas the group of seven lovers had spent together, but it was the first away from the city and all of its holiday chaos. They thought after the year they'd had that it would be nice to relax and only have each other to worry about. A getaway to enjoy the season and spend some time together bonding.
“What if we get snowed in even after Christmas?” Hoseok pondered as he glanced out the window to the grey afternoon, snow still steadily falling.
“I'm sure they'll send trucks out here eventually, we’re not the only cabin in the area,” Namjoon replied from one of the plush leather sofas, not looking up from his book. It had been months since he'd been able to actually sit down and read. Though he'd barely made it halfway through the short novel due to the constant distractions of his needy boyfriends.
“I hope so, or you and Jungkook will have to dig us out,” Seokjin said with a contagious laugh as he reached for another piece of popcorn to needle onto his string.
They'd brought their own decorations to make it feel even more like Christmas, even going so far as to have Namjoon and Jungkook cut down a tree the first day they got here. The others had feverishly admired their ‘mountain men’ who in return preened under the praise. Jungkook especially had volunteered often to go gather the firewood from the shed, braving the cold and snow and fear of splinters in exchange for a shower of kisses and chorus of ‘good boy’s from his hyung’s.
“I wouldn't mind watching that,” Hoseok giggled as he continued with his popcorn string as well.
“Speaking of, we need to get them out of that hot tub before they catch a cold,” Namjoon sighed as he closed his book to look out the deck door towards the only snow free section of the patio.
Steam fogged the window nearest the hot tub as their three youngest lovers soaked in it together. Legs and arms were all tangled as they rested their heads on the edge of the hot tub, enjoying the temperature contrast, their cheeks pinking from the cool air. Bathing suits long forgotten on the cold wooden deck.
“Namjoonie is coming to make us get out,” Jimin said absently, eyes hooded, voice nearly in a daze as he kitten stretched before pulling his body closer to Taehyung.
“I don't wanna,” Jungkook murmured, half asleep as they'd been out there for nearly an hour.
Taehyung only groaned when he heard the slide of the deck door.
“Come on you three,” Namjoon’s deep voice said as he shuffled out onto the deck, shaking his head at the abandoned bathing suits, holding a stack of towels. “You'll catch your death if you stay out any longer.”
“But, hyung it's so warm,” Jungkook moaned but then winced as Namjoon reached forward and cupped one of his ears.
“Your face is freezing,” Namjoon scolded. “Out. Come on. We’re making dinner soon and you can shower while we start. Then I promise I’ll cuddle you after and make you all warm again.”
The three maknae’s grumbled, but one by one made their way out of the hot tub, naked bodies letting off steam in the cold air, allowing Namjoon to wrap them in towels and dry them off to the best of his ability. Namjoon’s cheeks flushed from their stark nudity, his cock chubbing up a bit as he dried them off. (He couldn’t be blamed though, all three were absolutely gorgeous.) Which was made even worse as each one demanded a kiss before scurrying into the house and piling into the massive walk in rustic shower together.
“You spoil them,” Yoongi mumbled fondly from where he was now wrapped in a giant blanket on the warm spot Namjoon had vacated. His cute cat tendencies always left Namjoon endeared.
“Well look who's finally up,” Namjoon teased back, ignoring the comment.
Yoongi only grumbled, having taken a long afternoon nap, and only burrowed further into the blanket.
“I promised them dinner in order for them to get out and cleaned up, so,” Namjoon said with a shy, dimpled smile.
Seokjin sighed and placed the popcorn string down. “I'll get it started, Joonie can continue this. Please be careful with the needle baby, I think I'm out of band aids.”
Namjoon flushed a little as he took Seokjin’s spot at the kitchen table beside Hobi. His eldest lover placed a hand over the back of his neck as he showed him how to string the popcorn. A simple task that Namjoon knew he could do just fine, but he couldn't blame his hyung for being extra cautious. He did have the tendency to be clumsy even with the simplest of things.
“I think we still have rice left from this morning, hyung,” Yoongi mumbled as he shuffled into the kitchen still wrapped in the blanket but willing to help prepare dinner. Hobi cooed over how cute he was which made Yoongi pout until he received a kiss...and then demanded three more.
It had been a long while since they'd been able to just relax and be themselves like this. It was even rarer for them all to be together, everyone's schedule so hectic lately. While their communication was always strong and their intimacy definitely not lacking, it still put a strain on them when they couldn't come together as their whole seven. Even when they were in smaller groups, whether it be just for meals or in bed or just hanging out, nothing felt quite as right as having each of them there. Their hearts only at the fullest and most complete when seven bodies were tangled together.
“Just two more of these and I'll think we’ll be good to hang them,” Hoseok said proudly as he finished another popcorn string and placed it in the pile. Namjoon always thought it was a strange tradition but went along with it nonetheless.
“I'm starving,” Jungkook complained a little while later, being the first of the showered threesome to come back to the warm den. He was dressed in baggy dark grey sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, his dark ink peeking out from under the sleeves and collar. Neither Hobi or Namjoon had the heart to smack his hand out of the popcorn bowl as he shoved a handful into his mouth.
“Hey! That's not for eating!” Seokjin scolded from the kitchen.
“Sowwy hyungie,” Jungkook said, trying to be cute even as he snatched another handful, quickly being chased away by Seokjin and his wooden spoon.
Hoseok giggled delightfully at the scene, smacking Namjoon’s arm in glee. Namjoon only chuckled and smiled fondly at them all as he finished his popcorn string.
Once they were complete, he and Jungkook shared the small ladder and began to hang them around the low beams in the cabin’s ceiling, Hoseok stringing some around the tree. He clapped excitedly when they were done, Jimin and Taehyung shuffling hand in hand into the den, admiring their hard work.
Jimin strayed to the kitchen as Taehyung got wrapped up with helping Hobi fix some ornaments. “Smells delicious,” he said, leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder, who had abandoned his blanket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
Yoongi lifted the spoon, blowing on it a bit before letting Jimin have a taste. Jimin moaned his approval and placed a wet kiss on the side of Yoongi's neck in thanks. Yoongi smirked and tilted his head, a silent request to keep going. Jimin happily kissed and nipped across his pale neck, biting slightly on his sensitive earlobe. He snaked his hands around his hyung’s waist and up into his shirt, his cool hands making Yoongi jump a little as they pressed into his warm tummy.
“Hey, you're gonna burn the food if you keep it up,” Seokjin scolded, pulling the hood of Jimin’s fluffy pullover to get him away and out of the kitchen. “You kittens can play later.”
Jimin pouted but was quickly appeased by Hoseok taking him into his arms and kissing across his face, making him giggle until their lips met. Jimin moaned into the kiss, pulling his hyung closer to him, the scent of him mixed with the mint mocha coffee he'd been drinking made the kiss only sweeter. They hummed into each other's mouth, tongues dancing until Jimin felt an arm wrapping around his waist.
“Hey if you're gifting kisses like that , I want one too,” Taehyung’s deep voice murmured behind his ear, making Jimin shiver.
“Wait your turn,” Hoseok growled playfully, holding tight to Jimin.
The pretty boy only giggled, enjoying being fought over as Hoseok went back to kissing him and Tae trailed his lips down his neck. Finally their hyung relented and allowed Taehyung to turn Jimin to him, their lips crashing feverishly, his soulmate's tongue pushing into his mouth with earnest. Hoseok made him squeak as he gripped his ass firmly, laughing into the crook of his neck as Jimin melted between them.
“Hey, hey, hey you can't hog him forever,” Jungkook whined, sweater paws playfully petting at Taehyung’s arm before Jimin was passed off to their youngest lover. Jungkook’s kisses were always the most needy, the younger licking into his mouth like a puppy. Desperate and sincere, almost as if he wanted to swallow them whole. He was still the newest member of their relationship so his touch cravings and need for skinship were a bit higher than everyone else's. Jimin never minded helping with those cravings and needs.
“The sooner we get dinner done, the sooner we can eat and continue this love fest,” Seokjin said, waving around his spoon as he began piling food on large sharing plates. Hoseok was quick to begin to help, making sure their oldest was showered with praises over his cooking and giving him little pecks on his cheeks every so often.
Each one of them had a different love language. And whenever a new person was added into their relationship it was like putting a puzzle together. They all fit well but the overall image was sometimes difficult to conceptualize. It took a lot of maneuvering and repositioning and lots of long discussions and quality time in order to find what worked best for everyone. But even as seven, the largest poly group out of every polyamorous relationship they knew of, they made it work. And when things got tough, they made sure it was dealt with with the utmost care and sensitivity. When one of them was hurt they were all hurt. So all of them worked to help fix it, together.
“Ah, hyung, it smells great,” Namjoon said happily, having missed the make out session, blinking at everyone's flushed faces.
Meal time was always an experience with the seven of them. Normal people probably all sat in their own seats and ate from their own plates, but not them. There was no such thing as personal space between these seven lovers.
Jimin had the habit of switching between his boyfriends laps, whether they were at home or in public, he never cared to have his own chair. He was currently starting in Jungkook’s lap for this meal, a strong inked arm wrapped around his tiny waist.
Seokjin and Yoongi definitely had a bit of a thing with feeding the others, so spent most of every meal hand feeding bites of food or making rounds to fill plates and drinks. Happy with the little sounds of contentment every time one of their boyfriends closed their mouths around the offered food.
Taehyung had decided to eat off Namjoon's plate with him, their hands going for the same piece of food more than once, making them laugh and end up splitting each bite. Hobi was happy to sit crossed legged on the bench, cooing at Jimin and Jungkook as Seokjin tilted their chins towards him to feed them. At one point Yoongi ended up in Namjoon’s lap, happy to watch him and Taehyung eat a third plate together as he sipped his red wine.
After dinner was done and cleared the seven of them cuddled on the leather sofas and chairs, wrapped in fuzzy blankets with full bellies. The snow continued to fall steadily outside, the sun barely holding onto the blue horizon. Christmas Eve was coming to an end but while the night fell, the air between the seven lovers changed. Arms held on a little tighter, lips grazing necks and cheeks with whispers of adoration as the Christmas movie they'd picked out played on.
A couple of them grew a little drowsy under the warmth of massaging hands and their spiced drinks. But Jimin wasn't anywhere near tired. He popped his golden head up from his spot, smothered in between Jungkook and Namjoon’s chests, and grabbed for his phone off the wooden coffee table. “We should play a game.”
“What kind of game?” Seokjin asked, probably hoping for them to set up the game system he'd been playing earlier.
“A fun game, we only have a couple days left here to enjoy the alone time you know, we can sleep when we get back home,” Jimin said, swiping through the App Store until a red and white icon caught his attention.
In that moment he could have sprouted devil horns and a tail by the way his smile grew exceptionally wicked.
“Oh no,” Taehyung said. “I know that look.”
Jimin extracted himself from his buff boyfriends and hopped to the middle of the room, gleefully waiting for the app to download.
He waved his phone around as he opened the app. “ The Naughty List ,” he began. “‘A game of sexy truth and dares for adults and couples’!”
A few of them groaned while the others giggled. Yoongi rubbed at his eyes and shook his head. “You're not serious.”
Jimin pouted at him. “Come on hyung it'll be fun, we haven't done something like this in a long time. Let's add a bit of spice to this trip.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “You have six boyfriends and have orgies on the regular. I think that's a lot of spice as it is.”
But Jimin only waved him off and set up an account with the app, paying for the full set of naughtiest questions and dares. No expense spared when it came to his wicked ideas.
“Hmmm, not very polyam friendly but we’ll make due,” Jimin pondered looking around the room. First he grabbed the Santa hat they had made Namjoon wear the first night, fitting it cutely over his fluffy hair. Next he grabbed one of the empty beer bottles and placed it on the coffee table. “Pull the chairs closer, we can spin the bottle and let it choose who goes next.”
“What are we in high school?” Seokjin laughed but obeyed and pulled his chair closer, making Hobi have to climb off his lap.
“I have a feeling this will be a lot dirtier than a ‘seven minutes in heaven’ kind of thing,” Namjoon said, tucking Jungkook into his arm. The youngest nuzzled his neck playfully, hands already roaming his thick torso.
“Since I'm wearing the Santa hat, I'll be in charge of the app,” Jimin said smugly as he settled next to Taehyung on the love seat, the darker haired boy pulling one of his legs up over his lap, covering them both with the blanket. “Tae Tae, spin the bottle first for me please.”
Taehyung immediately obeyed as always, leaning forward and spinning the green glass bottle until it slowed and slowed and finally landed on its victim.
“Hoba,” Yoongi laughed as Hoseok made a shocked, cute little squeak.
“Truth or Dare hyung?” Jimin asked with a wiggle of his hips.
Hoseok pursed his lips in thought. “Truth.”
Jimin looked a little disappointed but tapped the truth button. “Ok, hyung what’s your dirtiest fantasy?”
Hoseok pondered this as he wrapped an arm around Seokjin’s broad shoulders, nestled comfortably in his lap. “Well, my dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by two guys at the same time but that happens weekly for me now.”
They all laugh, warmth spreading between them from a mix of the fire, their drinks, and the image of Hobi taking two of them at a time. A favorite among the seven.
“But I uh…” Hoseok continued, going a little red. “I wouldn’t mind doing more r-role play.”
This piqued everyone’s interest. While Jimin was typically the one to engage the role play scenes with the others, Hoseok generally liked to observe rather than participate.
“What kind of scene hyung?” Jimin asked, voice a bit deeper.
Hobi scrunched his nose in embarrassment. “I really liked that...pool boy and trophy husband you played out with Jungkook during the summer.”
“What role would you like to play?” Jimin asked, Jungkook giggling behind his sweater paws.
Seokjin gave him an encouraging kiss on his neck to keep him going. While they’d all been together for years it was still sometimes embarrassing to talk about the things they wanted to do. Hoseok had been interested in the role play since they’d done it and had come up with an idea of his own. He guessed now was the best time to share it, and he knew none of them would ever judge him or make him feel weird about it.
“Well, m-maybe I could be the husband and catch you and well...fuck you both as punishment,” he got out quickly before burying his face into a happily shocked Seokjin’s neck.
Yoongi and Taehyung whistled teasingly which made Hoseok kick his feet cutely, ears burning red.
“That’s so fucking hot hyung,” Jungkook said, Namjoon agreeing as he took a healthy sip of his drink, trying to calm his growing erection at the thought of the scene. That would definitely be something he would have to be around to watch unfold. Hoseok could be a bit cruel in bed when he was in the mood for it and it always had Namjoon seeing stars.
“Ah, hyungie you're so dirty I love it, you should have said something sooner! We’ll get Jungkookie a cute new speedo for it,” Jimin said, wiggling excitedly.
“Alright, next next next!” Hoseok shouted, voice still muffled from being glued to Seokjin’s neck, waving his hand at them.
Taehyung reached forward again and spun the bottle, happy chatter filling the air.
“Jungkook!” Taehyung and Jimin shouted at the same time, making Jungkook cover his face with his cute sweater paws.
“Uhhhh, dare ok dare,” Jungkook said with a nod of determination. Always the little brave one among them.
Jimin bounced excitedly as he tapped his phone. “Ok, Kookie, dare—let someone take a body shot off you. Ooh, me, me, me!” Jimin shouted, already standing up before anyone could argue.
“I’ve never done this,” Jungkook said shyly as Jimin and Taehyung cleared off the coffee table.
“I have, it’ll be fine,” Jimin said, reaching for the hem of Jungkook’s shirt and lifting it. Everyone went quiet for a moment, admiring the sight of their youngest toned and inked upper body. Tattoos crawled down both of his arms, across his chest and slightly up the sides of his neck. His two dark nipples pierced with dual bars of silver. A favorite among them all to tease.
“When have you done a body shot?” Yoongi asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I was wild at uni, you know that,” Jimin said as if it was nothing important, moving to the kitchen to grab a bowl of salt, limes and tequila.
Taehyung nodded in agreement. “It’s true, I was a witness.”
Jimin grinned as he brought back the supplies, bending down to nuzzle Taheyung’s neck. “ You were more than a witness, you were a happy participant. Lay down for me, Kookie.”
Jungkook obediently listened, hissing a little as his toned back touched the cool wood. He reached a hand out to Namjoon for support, who took it and brought it up to kiss along his inked knuckles.
“Ok, Kookie, try not to move,” Jimin said, voice low and sultry as he leaned forward and licked across his nipples, tonguing the piercings.
Jungkook inhaled sharply and felt everyone’s eyes on him as Jimin spent more time than necessary making his nipples wet. Before he could really get him going though he pulled back and sprinkled salt around each hardened bud. “Ok, suck in your belly a little Mr. Abs—ok, perfect.”
Jungook felt Jimin’s fingertips graze over his toned muscles, pressing down a little around his naval. “It’s going to be cold, don’t move,” Jimin commanded. Jungkook nodded and Hoseok and Seokjin giggled as he sucked in a harsh breath as Jimin poured tequila into the hollow part around his naval.
“Fuck, it feels weird,” Jungkook groaned, trying his best to keep his body still.
Jimin only hummed and then stuck a lime in Jungkook’s mouth. Then suddenly Jimin’s hot tongue was back on his nipples, licking the salt off him before moving and sucking the tequila from his skin, making his hips jump unexpectedly. Jimin made sure to keep one hand on his chest and the other firmly pressed down on his hardening cock. Jungkook moaned and bucked his hips again when Jimin sucked a bit harshly on the wet sensitive skin. He gasped when Jimin quickly moved up to his mouth, tequila dripping from his lips as he shoved his tongue in and took the lime, biting it so juice flowed into both their mouths. Jungkook groaned and pushed up into him, the lime slice sliding between their tongues, tequila and salt strong their breath.
“Holy fuck,” Namjoon murmured when they finally broke apart, chests heaving a little as Jimin spit out the lime slice.
“Why haven’t we done this before again?” Hoseok asked clearly shook by the erotic scene that had played out before him.
Jungkook tried to reach for Jimin again, arousal hot in his eyes but Jimin only stepped back, wiping the sides of his mouth. “No, no the game is just starting! Keep your shirt off.”
Jungkook groaned but took the towel Taehyung handed to him and wiped off his stomach, now squishing himself between them in the loveseat. Jimin sat pretty on their laps, wiggling a little and making Jungkook grip his hips. Knowing exactly what he’d done with his little performance. They had all needed to relax a little and he had succeeded in changing the air in the room to become more comfortable and heated now that the game was in full swing. He smiled smugly as he watched the arousal grow stronger in each of his lovers eyes.
Jimin reached forward this time and spun the bottle.
“Ah, Namjoonie!” Seokjin laughed, making their slightly shy lover blush, pulling on his shirt a bit as he sat up straighter.
“Ok hyung, truth or dare?” Jimin purred.
Namjoon cleared his throat. “Ok, dare.”
Jungkook and Taehyung were clapping and whooping for their hyung, making him flush an even deeper shade of red and swear under his breath. He regretted his choice immediately.
Jimin tapped the ‘dare’ button and promptly burst into a fit of giggles.
“G-give a lap dance in your u-underwear to your partner,” Jimin read through his giggles. “To your left!” He made up as the app was definitely meant for monogamous couples.
Namjoon looked at Yoongi who’s whole face lit up with wicked glee. Their buff lover groaned but stood up and began to remove his shirt, being a good sport and knowing he wasn't getting out of this. Anything to humor Jimin. The others cheered for him as he pushed down his plaid pajama pants, wolf whistling at his tight red boxer briefs which did absolutely nothing to hide what he was packing. Hoseok fanned himself dramatically.
It was common knowledge that Namjoon was much larger compared to Yoongi (who had pushed his chair back to a more empty space, and was patting his lap like Santa) in many different ways. From muscle mass to dick size he was a giant compared to his small hyung. But thankfully Yoongi had zero complaints. It was something he loved about his Namjoonie a lot . But now, standing in front of him like this, the size difference was extra obvious.
“Don’t be mean, hyung,” Namjoon pouted as he ran a hand nervously over his naked chest, nipples already hardening as Yoongi leaned back and spread his legs with a smirk.
“When have I ever been mean to you?” Yoongi teased, slapping his toned thigh and making Namjoon jump.
“Put some music on for the poor man, he's not about to shake his ass to The Santa Clause movie,” Seokjin said, trying to hide his impish smile.
Namjoon hid his face in his hands as Jimin connected to the bluetooth speaker and promptly played a disco club version of ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’. Thank god he had downed two very strong drinks already. Though he should have taken a shot when Jimin did.
“This is mortifying, I can't,” Namjoon said, now getting shy and fully covering his plump chest with his arms.
The others cooed at him and encouraged him, Yoongi reaching for his hips and pulling him closer. “Come on, Joon, just act like those guys did in that club in Vegas we went too. Just one song, I'll be nice.”
But Yoongi was not nice as he turned Namjoon around and slapped his ass hard enough to make the younger gasp, pressing a hand on the small of his back, forcing him to bend over. The others continued to wolf whistle as Namjoon did in fact shake his ass for Yoongi, who couldn't keep his hands off his lover's thick thighs. Pulling him closer as Namjoon braced his hands on his knees and ground his ass into Yoongi’s crotch.
The others couldn't control their hysterical laughter when Namjoon turned back around and straddled his hyung, gaining a bit of confidence from their lewd remarks of how good he looked. He held onto the back of the chair as he rolled his hips, Yoongi gripping him tight as he looked up at him, eyes glittering with amusement and arousal.
“Maybe you missed your calling, baby,” Yoongi growled after a particularly scandalous drag of Namjoon's hardening cock across his torso. “Though I wouldn't want anyone else to see you like this except for us.”
This made Namjoon break his character a bit, shoulders rolling in shyness as he bent his head down and kissed his hyung softly. Yoongi cupped Namjoon’s tight ass and squeezed, making him roll his hips ahead. Their kiss turned desperate as Namjoon shoved his hands in his hair and tugged, making his hyung whimper into his mouth,
“Ok, ok, the songs over! Next turn!” Jimin shouted in a fit of laughter, pulling Joon away from Yoongi as the others clapped and cheered. But instead of going back to the couch Namjoon just pulled his small hyung into his lap, Yoongi wrapping a blanket over him and happily nuzzling into his naked chest. Namjoon smirked and reached forward to spin the bottle.
The green glass spun and spun and landed on Seokjin.
“Truth. Absolutely truth. I'm not going through that shit,” Seokjin said, ears already scarlet from Namjoon’s performance.
“I think it definitely did something to our poor hyung,” Hoseok giggled as he wiggled his butt on Seokjin’s growing hard on. Seokjin only blushed a deeper shade of red, covering his eyes in mock embarrassment. Their hyung had always been the most shy about their sexual life, taking a bit longer each time to really let go. But he always got there, the trust in his lovers unshakable.
“Hmm ok, truth it is,” Jimin said, stopping his slight hip movements against Taehyung’s thigh to press the button on his phone. “Truth: where's the weirdest place you got a blowjob?”
Seokjin immediately turned and pointed to Jimin who was giving him his best wide, innocent eyes. “You. The dog park when we had taken those dog sitter jobs years ago. I was terrified of getting caught.”
Jimin’s innocence quickly turned to a smug smile. “Yeah, but you had no problem getting it up and coming down my throat did you?”
Seokjin sputtered and Hoseok had to kiss across his cheeks and neck to get him to calm down.
“That's actually fucking hot,” Yoongi said. “Was it like out in the open or behind a tree?”
“Technically behind a bench but it was the covered dog park down the road from our old place. No one was around and he looked so cute in his overalls and glasses that day,” Jimin reminisced dreamily.
“Well, our baby does have an exhibition kink,” Taehyung said, running his hand through Jimin's hair.
“Yeah, and it nearly gives me anxiety attacks,” Seokjin grumbled but they knew he wasn't serious. He reached forward then and spun the bottle, the top pointing to Yoongi.
Yoongi sighed, getting an encouraging squeeze from Namjoon. “Fine, dare.”
“Ohhh, yes,” Jimin clapped his hands, face lighting up when he tapped his phone. “Dare—put on something lacy .”
Yoongi tensed in Namjoon’s lap, eyes narrowing as Jimin immediately sprang up from his chair and reached a hand out to him.
“Come on hyung, I have some things I was saving for tomorrow, but it'll work for this,” he said, eyes gleaming.
Namjoon had to push Yoongi up a bit out of his lap but eventually he took Jimin’s hand and let him lead him back to the bedroom. Jungkook and Taehyung stayed in the love seat, snuggling close as Taehyung petted their babies hair and explored Jimin’s new sex game app.
“We want more drinks? Hey, leave your shirt off!” Hobi said as Namjoon began to grab for his clothes. He was quick to rub his hand over their boyfriends firm chest, fingers stroking over a nipple and making him shudder. “Once clothes are off they don't go back on, that’s the rule.”
“You just love our tits,” Jungkook giggled, bunny tooth smile on full display as he puffed his own chest. Namjoon blushed but flexed his pecs a bit more as Hoseok continued to rub his hands over him.
“Nothing wrong with appreciating a good pair of tits,” Hoseok said matter of factly, winking at Namjoon before leaning down and kissing him hard. Namjoon pushed a hand into the back of Hobi’s hair, gripping it as he slanted his mouth, expert tongues meeting.
“Weren't you getting drinks?” Seokjin whined but then immediately took Hoseok's place after the two separated. Cuddling into Joon’s nearly naked body, their broad shoulders flush against each other.
“You're a really good dancer,” he praised him as he sucked a mark under Namjoon’s ear.
Namjoon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, gripping onto Seokjin’s leg as his hyung continued to abuse the known sensitive spot. Leaving it red and wet until he moved to kiss across his jaw.
“Yoongi’s a lucky bastard,” he whispered before running his tongue over the seam of Namjoon’s slightly open mouth.
Namjoon smirked and squeezed him a little tighter. “I can give you a show later if you want.”
While the others cuddled and continued to talk in the den, back in the bedroom Yoongi was attempting to escape.
“Absolutely not Park Jimin, where did you even get that ?” Yoongi asked as Jimin held up a barely wearable red ribbon monstrosity and blocked his path to the door.
“It’s part of my present for you all tomorrow but I was deciding between this and the white angel outfit, and I think this would be perfect for you!” Jimin pouted, reaching for Yoongi again.
“No, no, no it won’t even cover anything!”
Jimin rolled his eyes as he backed Yoongi up to the bed, the back of his knees hitting it enough to make him slump down. “That’s kind of the point, hyung.”
Yoongi struggled for a few minutes more but damn when did Jimin get so strong? He was quickly manhandled out of his clothes, a thick red ribbon wrapped around his chest, across his soft tummy and then between his legs. “Hey, hey be careful!” He yelped as Jimin made sure the ribbon covered his heavy balls. “This is so weird.”
“It’s not that bad, stop being such a baby,” Jimin scolded gently. He was used to this kind of thing, him and Taehyung usually dressing up in ridiculously difficult lingerie pieces for their lovers.
He helped his hyung step into a lacy red thong that would keep the ribbon between his legs in place before wrapping it twice more around his hips and tying it in a large bow right above his ass.
He admired his work for a second, fighting the urge to keep his hyung for himself and play with the blushing boy before the others got to see him. But that would be selfish and the others deserved this as much as he did.
“Oh my god,” Yoongi groaned as he looked at himself in the floor length mirror, turning slightly to see the bow on his ass. “I look ridiculous.”
“You look like our perfect little gift,” Jimin corrected, running his hands up and down Yoongi’s pale, naked thighs making him shiver. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner.”
Yoongi only flushed more, trying to cover himself with his hands. “Just—just get me t-the robe!”
Jimin giggled but helped him carefully put on the plush hotel-like robe that had been provided by the cabin owners.
“I swear to god if any of them laugh at me,” Yoongi grumbled as he put his slippers back on and followed Jimin to the door.
Jimin gave him a shocked look. “Hyung, they won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”
Yoongi tried to swallow his unease, being so far completely out of his comfort zone, but he knew Jimin was right. His boyfriends were going to eat him alive.
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