there’s bottles and cups and shot glasses littered all along the nice marble. the other blond clears a space in the middle just for hj’s chest to lay down nicely, and he gasps as his panties are pulled down without any teasing.
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he’d fucked himself in the car before making his way into the house, and he can hear when the one behind him catches on when he groans out a curse. there’s fingers probing his rim a moment later, and he can’t help but moan a little at how unhygienic this all was.
they take turns, fucking him properly. the guy opening him up goes first. he’s pretty, with long, red hair that reaches his shoulders. he’s gentle where he holds onto hj’s shoulders for leverage, but mean when he bullies his way inside once he deemed hj loose enough.
hj can’t help his broken whimper at the first few thrusts. he whines out that it hurts, that he’s too big and needs to wait, and moans high in his throat when he’s ignored.
his legs shook where they tried to hold his body up. the guy finished finally, shoving his chest down and still as he came inside. he pulled out quickly after being ushered and teased by his friends, mumbling something about how /‘the slut was too tight’/.
the next guy hj knew from the track team. he always saw him trying to pick up girls while in his tracksuit, the blond and black in his hair giving him that cool oreo style that was popular now. hj thought it made him look a bit gay, but he wanted the guy to fuck him, not beat him up.
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the knowledge that these would definitely be posted on people’s stories or timelines later made him burn with arousal.