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When Jihoon finally came back to himself, the first thing he noticed was how securely he was being held. Minhyung had shifted them without him noticing - sitting on his haunches, thighs braced wide for balance, clutching Jihoon against his chest like something precious and breakable, head tucked into the crook of his neck. Jihoon could still feel the other man's heart hammering wildly, each thud drumming against his spine.
Geonwoo’s voice reached him from behind this time. If he would have had to put words to it he'd say his boyfriend sounded proud ... and terribly fond. “You did so good, Puppy. Always so perfect. But now you’ll have to let him go, so I can take care of both of you.”
Instead of easing his hold even just the tiniest bit, Minhyung pulled Jihoon tighter, arms flexing as if to shield him, something like a growl rumbling through his chest. The sound vibrated against Jihoon’s back. He barely stirred, still feeling too wrung out to move, but a tired smile stole onto his lips at the adorable possessiveness.
Geonwoo seemed to agree with him and he didn’t push or chastise. Instead, he laughed softly at the behaviour. “Guess not,” he murmured. “How about this: we’ll make a deal. You let me take off that pretty collar of yours and then I’ll let you carry Jihoon to bed yourself. No one’s taking him from you. You’ll be the one to get him there. Doesn’t that sound good?”
For a beat, Minhyung stayed rigid and silent, as if weighing the words. Then, a small nod against Jihoon’s shoulder.
Geonwoo’s hands were gentle when they unbuckled the leather. The instant it loosened and slipped away, Jihoon felt Minhyung stiffen. A strained sound escaped him and his hold around Jihoon's waist tightened once more, as though he was afraid that he would be taken from him next.
“Careful when you carry him, okay? Take it slow. He’s exhausted too. Don’t jostle him too much.” Geonwoo’s voice was calm but firm, with just a tiny bit of apprehension about entrusting Minhyung with the most precious thing in his life. “I’ll be with you both in a moment.”
Jihoon let himself melt into Minhyung’s hold, too spent to do more than listen to the steady drum of his heart, the rasp of his uneven breaths, enjoying the trembling arms hugging him close.
He gasped when he felt Minhyung carefully ease out of his body, the slow drag leaving him empty in a way that had him shiver in displeasure. Warmth trickled down his thighs, leaving behind a sticky trail, a reminder of just how thoroughly he had been fucked and filled.
Before he could even fully register what was happening, Minhyung shifted, strong arms sliding under him and suddenly Jihoon was weightless. His head lolled against a strong shoulder, lashes fluttering open and he couldn’t help but marvel.
How did I end up with not just one, but two men who can carry me around like I weigh nothing?
Minhyung’s face was set in a look of single-minded focus, jaw tight, eyes locked on the short path to the bedroom. He placed every step as lightly as possible, careful not to jostle Jihoon more than necessary, just like he had been told.
When they reached the bed, Minhyung lowered him down onto the mattress and then immediately curled himself around his body, unwilling to leave so much as a millimeter of space between them.
The bed dipped again and Jihoon turned his head as much as the tight hold allowed, catching Geonwoo's smile. His boyfriend began wiping them both down with a soft towel - damp skin, cooling sweat and the mess between Jihoon’s thighs all cleaned away with gentle, unhurried strokes. Once satisfied, he pressed a bottle of water into Jihoon’s hands “Drink, Kitten! You need it.”
Jihoon’s throat was grateful for the cool relief, but Geonwoo didn't take the bottle back once he was done. “He should drink something too and right now it’ll be better coming from you.”
Turning in Minhyung’s arms, Jihoon nudged him until those tired eyes blinked open, unfocused at first, then slowly latching onto him. He brought the water to his lips, steadying the bottle while hd swallowed in big gulps. When there was nothing left, Minhyung immediately pressed close again, head tucked into Jihoon’s neck as if retreating back into his safe space.
Geonwoo chuckled at the sight, the sound low and fond. “It’ll take him a while to come back up properly. Just let him cling for now. You can tell him how good he did. Pet him, praise him - he’ll hear it even if he doesn’t answer.”
Jihoon let his hands wander - through damp hair, over relaxed shoulders, down a broad back - tracing comfort into every line of muscle. He whispered soft words into heated skin, trailing kisses across Minhyung’s temple, his cheek, the corner of his jaw. “So perfect for me, Puppy. My good boy.” The twitch of Minhyung’s fingers against his waist was the only indicator that something was reaching him.
Geonwoo moved quietly, clearing away the bottle and towel and stripping off his own clothes. He finally settled on the mattress behind Jihoon, warm body fitted against his back. His lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “Did you enjoy yourself, Kitten? Certainly seemed like it.”
Jihoon let out a soft hum, body sinking deeper into the warmth surrounding him, fingers lazily tracing patterns over Minhyung's skin. “Mmh … he makes it easy.”
“Oh, I know,” Geonwoo murmured as he nibbled along Jihoon’s neck, a teasing bite here and there that sent goosebumps racing down his arms. “But this was not just him. You did well too. Gave him exactly what he wanted.” Jihoon could hear the smile in his tone. “And you almost unraveled me in the process. Maybe we’ll get back to that idea of me in a collar.”
The confession startled a laugh out of Jihoon, half-delighted and half-disbelieving. He tilted his head to catch Geonwoo’s eyes “You?”
“I’ll always prefer the dominant role,” his boyfriend admitted, still smiling, fingers rubbing idle circles into Jihoon’s skin, “but maybe I just needed you to unlock a couple other doors in my brain.”
Before Jihoon could reply, a rough voice preempted him. “Its ridiculous how thoroughly you have us wrapped around your little finger.”
Jihoon turned back to Minhyung. He looked utterly wrecked - still flushed and hair a chaotic mess - but the satisfied curve of his lips made him look straight up indecent.
Geonwoo reached across Jihoon to pet through Minhyung’s damp strands, smoothing them away from his forehead, before letting his hand trail down to brush over his neck where the collar had left a faint red imprint. “Welcome back, Puppy. Feeling alright? Nothing hurts? Want some more water?”
Minhyung smiled at him. “All good. More than good.” His eyes fluttered shut, the smile still on his lips as he drowsily added: “This was fun.” He put a bit of distance between them and stretched out against the pillows. “Thank you for this, Jihoonie. I know it’s not how we usually play, but I hope you enjoyed it too.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes at him, but it was accompanied by a grin. He leaned in to kiss him - a playful press of lips, that turned into something soft and sweet. Minhyung hummed into the kiss, rocking his hips minutely as if remembering how good that motion had felt not too long ago.
Geonwoo huffed a laugh as he watched them. “I feel like we can slowly throw roles out the window with how often we mix it up lately.” He reached for the towel on the nightstand and absently wiped a smear of sweat from Minhyung’s stomach that he hadn't been able to reach earlier.
Jihoon shrugged as he yawned loudly, settling onto his back so he could look at both of them without having to turn his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t go that far,” he said, voice starting to sound sleepy. “I think you and I are both happiest when you’re in control.” Tapping each of them in turn - first Geonwoo, then himself, then Minhyung - he added: “Dom, sub and switch, which I guess means he can do whatever he wants. I love it most when I can melt for you ... and then there are simply nights like this, where we explore what else might work. No reason to overcomplicate things.”
Chuckling, Minhyung pulled Jihoon closer again and Geonwoo couldn't stop grinning either. “My little expert,” he said as he shook his head in faked shock, amusement and affection colouring his voice. “Your old self from barely a year ago would combust if he heard and saw you now.”
Minhyung playfully nudged Jihoon with his nose, voice rough from exhaustion, but also laced with humor. “Fucked stupid after domming the shit out of me and now sandwiched between not one but two naked men. The horror!”
Jihoon burrowed into his arms with a groan. “I’ll give you horror,” he mumbled, words thick with sleep and mock defiance in equal measure. “Both of you shut up now. I’m cosy. I want to sleep.”
Geonwoo’s low chuckle rumbled against his other side. His fingers traced featherlight spirals down Jihoon’s ribs, enough to make him twitch and huff indignantly. “What was that about you being the sub in this relationship?” Geonwoo’s tone was deceptively sweet. “Shouldn’t I get to decide what we do?”
Jihoon made an exasperated little noise, too tired to argue, but definitely too stubborn to just give in as well. He wriggled until he’d forced Minhyung onto his back, head planted firmly on his shoulder. “He’s mean,” Jihoon muttered, voice petulant in a way that made him sound younger. “Make him stop!”
Minhyung chuckled fondly and hugged him close. “Sure, Kitten,” he agreed readily, tilting his head down to press a soft kiss to Jihoon’s temple. “I’ll protect you.” Then he looked back up, eyes locking with Geonwoo’s.
For a moment, there was only warmth there - unspoken understanding, affection that didn’t need words. Geonwoo’s smirk softened into something gentler as he reached for his hand to entwine their fingers. He brought it up to his lips to breath warm kisses against his knuckles.
Satisfied, Geonwoo shuffled closer, curling up against his boyfriend's back. His and Minhyung's hands came to rest on Jihoon’s hip.
What they had definitely wasn’t simple, but why would they settle for clean lines when they could have this?