The arena lights cut out and the roar of the crowd still echoed in their ears. Backstage, the air was thick with sweat and adrenaline. Jungkook slammed the dressing room door behind him, his chest heaving, cock already straining against his tight stage pants. "Fuck, that crowd had me so worked up," he muttered, voice low and rough.
Taehyung was on him in seconds, yanking Jungkook's shirt over his head. "Then do something about it, you horny bastard." His hands went straight to Jungkook's zipper, freeing the thick length that sprang out, already leaking. Jungkook groaned as Taehyung dropped to his knees and took him deep, no teasing, just hot wet suction and the filthy sound of slurping.
Jimin watched from the couch, palming his own erection through his jeans. "Don't finish in his mouth yet. I want that ass." He stood, stripping fast, his lean body glistening under the fluorescent lights.
Jungkook pulled Taehyung up, spun him around, and bent him over the makeup table. Lube from the drawer, a quick slick, and he pushed in hard. Taehyung grunted, pushing back, taking every inch.
"Harder, Kook. Fuck me like you mean it." Jungkook obliged, hips snapping, skin slapping loud and obscene. Jimin moved behind Jungkook, spreading his cheeks and pressing in without warning. Jungkook's moan turned guttural as he was filled from both sides, the three of them locked in a sweaty, grunting rhythm.
They didn't stop until the table shook and cum dripped down thighs. Bodies tangled on the floor afterward, breathing ragged, already planning the next round before the encore.
