Strawberry Fox

      Jiseok takes out two cups for beer and a plate for crackers, because Juyeon promised him to arrange this evening according to their highest standard. For them, this was enough to make the evening the best.       — Did you bring it? — Kwak shouts from the kitchen and is glad that the eldest is not at home now. — Hurry up before Gunil hyung returns!       Jooyeon drags a huge package from the corridor, puffing displeasedly, because the prices in the store are steep, and he and Jiseok have one wallet between them, and so far only one Gunil is working, giving the poor guys a couple of thousand a week.       — Can I help you? — the elder asks, not quite decisively, more out of politeness than out of a desire to help. A malicious thought flashes through his head and he slaps Lee on the ass, laughing. — You should have more energy.       — Another thing would give me more energy, — Jooyeon throws the bag, grabbing Jisuk by the waist, sitting him on the kitchen table. He immediately wraps his legs around his waist and asks, giggling maliciously:       — What, is it already standing? — Kwak deliberately rubs against someone else’s groin, suddenly increasing its volume. — Just don’t throw my panties away this time, I couldn’t find them for a long time.       — I got hard in the store from the prices, — Jooyeon grins, there was never a dull moment with Jiseok, from the very moment they met, they quickly found a common language and became friends, and then somehow their relationship moved from friends to friends with benefits.       — Well, this will make it difficult for me too. — Kwak grabs Lee by the neck, plunging his plump lips into someone else’s, burying his hands in his long hair and pressing closer, rubbing himself harder. He was not going to wait and put it off.       Jooyeon squeezes Jiseok’s hips and his tongue pushes deeper, causing him to let out a muffled groan, tugging at the roots of his hair more.       If Gunil could now see what these two were doing on the kitchen table, he would no longer have breakfast at it. The elder, of course, was accustomed to their eternal intercourse, but usually preferred, God forbid, not to catch them doing this.       Jooyeon pulls Jiseok’s shirt off, pinning him against the cold countertop. Kwak doesn’t want to be left behind and pulls the younger man’s T-shirt off too, throwing it on the table behind Jooyeon. One of Kwak’s hands goes lower, pressing the mound in someone else’s pants, hearing a growl and smiling contentedly. Fingers deftly unfasten the belt buckle, the pawl of his pants opens and Jiseok throws off Lee’s jeans, as if fighting a battle to see who can undress faster.       — I’m ready to do this with you every day, — Jooyeon growls, licking his bare neck, going lower, leaving faded bites under his mouth, his fingers crawling along the tanned skin to the inner thigh. Jiseok hisses, tilting his head back, trying to support himself on his elbows.       — I am at your disposal every day, my dear. — Kwak replies sweetly, sighing frequently and closing his eyes, moving his hips closer. He wants Lee to take off these pants and preferably all the remaining clothes. The eldest can no longer stand it.       — Crap! — Some kind of can flies from the table, shatters into fragments when Joo0yeon tries to pull off Jiseok’s pants, — Gunil will evict us soon!       Kwak waves his hand and smears his lips over the younger one’s; he didn’t care what Gunil had to say to this. Of course he respected him, but once Jiseok was in Jooyeon’s arms, he didn’t care where it would take them this time.       — He loves us. He won’t evict. — Kwak thinks for a second about how to appease Gunil, all he can think about is snacks and a naked Jooyeon breathing on his lips. His head becomes empty again and the elder simply bites the lips opposite him again. Now he doesn’t care.       Clothes fly to the floor and Jooyeon is glad that this little Kwak Jiseok has appeared in his life — a crazy hyena, because his fragile body fits on any surface. Jooyeon growls, moving his hips closer to him, leaving pale imprints on them.       Kwak himself pushes into Lee’s groin, pressing himself closer and hugging his legs tighter, crossing his heels on the back of Jooyeon’s lower back.       — Wait, you crazy hyena, — Jooyeon tries to slide under the table, in the pockets of his jeans there is a new lubricant, just bought at the pharmacy, with cherry flavor, Jiseok liked this aroma, it complemented his friend. Kwak himself had no smell, but the younger one was enough for him, with the young pheromone, which unconsciously, but blew the roof away.       — You could make it dry. I’m not against BDSM. — Jiseok jokes, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as a familiar sweet scent hits his nose.       — BDSM, this is for Gunil, — Jooyeon, along with the lubricant, grabs a bottle of beer, opening it with his teeth along the way, he grins and strokes Jiseok, — Open your mouth!       Kwak obediently opens his mouth, waiting for beer to be poured into him, and grins himself.       — One day we might invite him third. — the elder knows no limits to his jokes.       — It’s always not enough for you, it’s no wonder that we are constantly carried away, — Jooyeon takes a sip of some beer and pulls the cool bottle to Jiseok’s lips.       — Well, yes. It’s me who grabs him by the waist, sits him on the table and says that this will “give me more energy.” — Kwak sarcastically retorts, picking up the neck of the beer with his lips and drinking a large gulp. — It’s not enough for me, it’s not enough, it’s not enough. I’m not enough, not enough, not enough of you!        — You shouldn’t have said that… — Jooyeon laughs, clicks the lubricant, — Next time, you can buy Gunil some popcorn and let him look at it first. — the younger rubs the cold liquid with the fingers of one hand, and squeezes Jiseok’s neck with the other, — He wants BDSM, that means…       — Or maybe not in vain. You’ll like it too. — Jiseok rolls his eyes a little from a little pleasure and wheezes quietly due to the pressure in his neck. — I want not only BDSM, but also your dick, Jooyeon-ah…       Lee has no plans to share his little hyena with anyone, and these teasing only make him think more about the feelings that he is beginning to experience. He moves his fingers from his neck to Jiseok’s plump lips, pulling them together with his thumb, and with his other hand he slides between his buttocks, spreading the warm lubricant.       Kwak tries to impale himself on the fingers, exhaling hotly and lightly biting Lee’s thumb. He always liked the younger one’s fingers to the point of madness, just like Jooyeon himself. Back in school, the eldest stared at his friend and this is what prompted him to offer them to become friends with benefits.       Jooyeon easily enters Jiseok with two fingers, because just recently he rode him in bed. He spreads his fingers like a scissor, making his friend wheeze.       — Such a mad hyena, and so needy, — the younger one pushes his thumb further into his mouth, pushing Kwak’s jaw down. The older man wheezes louder, circling his tongue around someone else’s finger and confidently looking straight into the eyes opposite him. He never hides what he needs and wants, especially from Jooyeon.       Jiseok moves his hips, pushing himself deeper onto his fingers and groans while the saliva accumulated in his mouth begins to slowly flow out of the corners of his mouth, because Lee does not allow him to close his jaw for a long time and swallow the accumulated liquid.       Jooyeon’s fingers slip out of Kwak, causing him to sob convulsively, not liking his emptiness at all. Lee puts more pressure on his jaw than he presses Jiseok closer to the tabletop. And the hand flicks the lubricant again, smoothing the cherry liquid along the shaft of the penis. Kwak whines, swaying his hips, with only one thing on his mind — to fill the emptiness and get stars in his eyes. And he gets what he wants and what he needs now, which is why a loud groan bursts out of his chest. The older man grabs the other person’s lower back with his feet, not allowing him to come out completely and pressing himself closer.       — Faster. — Jiseok exhales convulsively, barely able to say it through Jooyeon’s finger and the drool that is now running down his chin.       Jooyeon makes a sharp thrust, pulling his finger out of Kwak’s mouth, moving his palm to his sunken stomach, trying to press his body not only to the wet tabletop, but also to prevent his friend from moving under him.       — You’re such a little bitch, Kwak Jiseok! — Jooyeon’s voice growls, and if Jiseok were an omega, he would clearly whine from such a roar. The elder rolls his eyes with pleasure, grinning at Lee’s words and leaning on his elbows, reaches for the alpha’s lips, kissing him passionately and wetly.        — I know, Lee Jooyeon. — Kwak sings almost sweetly into someone else’s lips, teasingly calling out Jooyeon’s name. — And you like it.       Jooyeon responds by smearing his plump lips, swaying his hips faster, causing Kwak’s legs to tremble, his penis to tremble in the air, and the stomach area to become hot, which only makes the younger growl stronger, pressing himself closer to the face opposite him, practically biting into his hot mouth. The elder moans almost without interruption, hoarsely and loudly, clearly not sparing the neighbors, let them know how good he feels. With one hand still leaning on his elbow and continuing this crazy kiss, and with the other going down on his dick, smearing pre-cum on the head with his thumb and moaning.       Kwak whimpers as the pressure increases inside him, from the friction and arousal of Jooyeon. His alpha friend’s penis grows in size, causing Jiseok not only to choke on air and swallow tears, but to catch stars in his eyes. And looking at the growling Jooyeon, who smoothly touched the ball of nerves inside him, clinging to him in a knot, Kwak makes several smooth movements with his hand and stains his stomach. Jooyeon has to catch his legs, trying to throw them over himself, because Jiseok’s body is completely weak. He buries himself in the neck, biting it in his favorite place, holding the elder’s legs on his neck. He growls, bites and slams Kwak into the table, causing him to begin to sway violently.        — Well, what else do you need Gunil third? — Jooyeon pulls back the roots of the hair on the back of Jiseok’s head with his hand, trying to seem to knock the crap out of him. The elder arches, tears and drool flow down his chin and neck, and his voice becomes quieter after long and loud moans.       — You didn’t like this joke so much? — Jisuk still laughs quietly, grinning and still moaning because of the knot inside him. — I didn’t need him, I was just teasing you.       — I’m not going to share what’s mine with others, so of course not, — the younger man mutters through his teeth, lowering Kwak’s legs onto the table, squeezing his thighs tightly. Jooyeon carefully lowers himself to the wet face from below, rubbing the back of his hand over Jiseok’s chin, capturing him in a tender kiss.       Suddenly the front door opens and the owner of the apartment appears on the threshold. Jiseok closes his eyes, exhaling heavily into the lips opposite him and not having the strength to move at all, and he didn’t want to, he’s already comfortable. Until Gunil’s scream is heard in the kitchen and his voice sounds almost whiny:       — Are you crazy? What have you done here? You also broke my coffee can! I’ll fine you by cleaning the apartment for two months and you’ll also be charged new coffee!       Gu looked at the broken can for a long time, either thinking about something, or simply trying to avoid with his eyes the picture of two naked guys who had not yet finished their business.       — Fuck, where do we eat! Geniuses! And I came to give you a job so that you could earn money. Now I don’t even know. — Goo sighs, turning his back to them.       — Can I pay in kind for the can of coffee and the work you give us later? — Kwak really enjoys teasing Jooyeon, this makes him even sexier in the little hyena’s opinion, and it seems Jiseok doesn’t know how to shut up in time.       — Really, the only thing missing is popcorn! — Jooyeon mutters under his breath. Work would not hurt them; he even imagined for a moment what it would be like to live separately from Gunil. Jiseok’s jokes seemed to be becoming reality now.       — What are you muttering there? — Goo asks Lee and completely ignores Kwak’s proposal, which makes him pout with displeasure; he did not expect such impudence in his direction. Gunil was always more unbreakable and serious at such moments. Jokes aside, he was only going to have sex with someone special, or so he said. — End your outrage here. I’ll go to the store and you make sure that when I get back it’s clean. Then I’ll think about whether to give you a job or not.       Of course he was lying. He was going to give them work anyway, but this was all just an attempt to intimidate them and force them to work.

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      Gunil takes a sip of coffee and moves away from the kitchen table, now with only the bare asses of his roommates in front of his eyes, he rolls his eyes from the memories and, sitting down at his computer desk, calls his friends to him:        — Tonight, we need to take some papers somewhere! — Goo furrows his eyebrows, — This job was actually offered to me, but you were completely idle, — Gunil glances at the usual place for breakfast, shrugging his shoulders, — I wanted to bring you up to date with my affairs, but if all you have in your head is this,” the elder sighs defiantly, — then sit further, only this time without pocket money.       — Is there a chance for more work like this? — Jiseok wanted to earn more money and might actually buy his own home in the end. For starters, even the most lame things.       Jooyeon nods his head, he wants to know too, because in his head he’s already packing his bags with Jiseok. And Gunil is probably tired of them already; he treats them like teenagers.       — If you complete this business without screwing up, then I think I can rely on you at least a little, and then I’ll give you some work, — Gunil turns to the couple and raises his eyebrow, — the only thing you need to understand! Don’t talk with your mouths, otherwise the three of us will sit at home, eating one ramen for the three of us!       — My God, my hyung, do you doubt our silence? I’ll be dumb as the grave! — Kwak gestures with his hands, showing his emotional disappointment and presses an innocent smile. — Have I ever let you down? That time when I told some omega about your children’s panties doesn’t count! You didn’t warn me that this was top secret.       — Oh, get out of my sight until the evening, I have psychological trauma from you! — Gunil grins, poking his fingers at the keys, pretending that he doesn’t hear all this.       Jiseok laughs and grabs Jooyeon’s hand to the default room where these two lived together and where the last time the sounds of lewdness came to Hyeongjun. Kwak takes crackers and beer with him, and Gunil hopes that this will not end with them having intercourse again, because that’s enough for him for today.