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Yang Jeongin is seething. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell. The Boss was always cool and collected, even when standing over a warm corpse, a ghost of smoke whispering from the tip of his silver and gold handgun. But Seo Changbin and Bang Chan aren’t most people. They’re Yang’s right hand men, by his side for a few years already, hoping to stay there until the end. They know every twitch and furrow of his brow off by heart. Which is why they can tell he is two seconds away from snapping.
Sure Yang Jeongin is young for a mafia boss, he got his start when he was only nineteen, his father being killed in a gang war. Jeongin took his spot, and already knowing the ins and outs of the business, managed to settle the dispute within three months. As such he was well-liked and well-respected among his peers, although many of them decades his senior.
Which is why he’s so furious that someone is trying to manhandle their way into his business. He’s at a meeting with some of the upper ranks in his gang, word has just started spreading that Yang is being challenged. He’s honestly insulted. Some pipsqueak gang based out of New Jersey of all places, is trying to take their arms business international, starting in Seoul. Jeongin is going to crush them under the sole of his designer boots.
Changbin and Chan keep throwing glances at each other from their place on either side of Jeongin. They both know all too well what happens when Jeongin gets like this, when he gets overwhelmed and needs an outlet. They’re practically shivering with anticipation.
“YA!” Jeongin yells, slamming his fist down on the boardroom table, he interrupts his underling’s incessant rambling about the issue.
“Enough! Everybody out.” And just like that, the meeting is over. Everyone files out besides the two men standing on either side behind Jeongin. They know the order is not meant for them.
Jeongin slides his chair back from the table, impatiently clicking his fingers at his two closest men like they’re dogs. “Here, now.”
Changbin and Chan both immediately come around to kneel in front of Jeongin, looking up at him. Their boss, their dom, their whole world.
They contrast against him well. Their all black suits making his fur coat and white button up pop even more.
“Stop acting stupid, pups. You know what to do.”
They both reach for Jeongin’s zipper, smacking away each other’s hands. Already competing to please him.
“Behave. Or I’ll put you mutts on a fucking leash.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Good boys.” Jeongin praises.
It’s not entirely pet play between them. He doesn’t expect them to bark or act like actual pets, but Jeongin likes this form of degradation. Likes treating his boyfriends like lap dogs. Calling them pups, having them desperate to please him. Having his two very buff employees submitting to his every demand. Although it’s clear that Chan favours ‘pup’ more than Changbin, Jeongin has other ways of demeaning Changbin that work just as well.
After a brief stare down, Changbin moves out of the way so Chan can take over. He reluctantly moves behind Jeongin, slipping his coat off his shoulders to start massaging him. Chan busies himself with pulling Jeongin’s cock out of his pants. It’s the biggest out of the three of them, unsurprisingly. It beats both Changbin’s girth and Chan’s length. Chan knows his jaw is gonna ache after this but he craves the weighted feeling of Jeongin’s cock in his mouth, of being useful for his boss.
Jeongin isn’t a patient man, particularly when he’s in this headspace, so Chan wastes no time in sinking down his cock, enveloping his length in the wet heat of his mouth, Jeongin groans, head falling back briefly before gazing back down at Chan, who’s eagerly slurping around his cock. Chan meets his gaze and he recognises his favourite expression. It’s a mix of possession, of dominance. But also the deep love he has for his boyfriends, that he can never seem to hide, even if he wanted to.
Jeogin interrupts the silence. “Doesn’t Channie look so good with his mouth stuffed full with my cock?”
“Yes, sir. Channie looks so pretty.” Changbin says, having an even harder time pretending not to adore Chan when he looks like that.
Chan’s lips are already red, eyes watering from consistently taking Jeongin to the back of his throat. He looks sinful. Just how Jeongin likes him.
“Doesn’t he?” Jeongin replies, before he’s grabbing a fistful of Chan’s hair and guiding him up and down his cock.
Chan gags lightly at the rough treatment of his throat, but Jeongin doesn’t let up. He knows if it becomes too much, Chan will tap his thigh. Although he loves how much the other two wish to please him, Jeongin has made it clear that their safety and boundaries come first. And no one argues with Yang Jeongin.
As such, Jeongin picks up the pace, knowing just how much Chan likes to be used. As his jaw relaxes and his eyes roll back in bliss, Jeongin takes the opportunity to start thrusting upwards in his seat as he pulls Chan’s head back and forth with both his hands. Chan’s soaking Jeongin’s lap in drool by now, not being able to control himself, just giving in to his bosses every wish.
“Fuck Chan, you’re such a cockslut. Gonna swallow all my cum down like a good pup?”
Chan can only moan in confirmation, sending vibrations down Jeongin’s cock. Chan definitely enjoys the pet name more than Changbin, liking to feel ‘owned’ by Jeongin. There are only a handful more thrusts aimed at his throat and then Jeongin shoves his cock in hard, cumming down Chan’s throat and choking him with it.
Chan pulls off with a cough and looks up at Jeongin, tears streaming down his face.
“Thank you.”
Jeongin lets his mask slip for a moment. “No, thank you, baby. You were so good for me.”
He stands up, tucking his cock back into his pants.
“Now, I’m gonna have a smoke. One of you better be prepped and fucked open for me to use. And make sure to put on a show for me, my babies.”
The other two advance on eachother, diving into a heated kiss. Chan backs Changbin into the table, mouthing at each other furiously. It’s almost always a battle between the two of them. Both highly competitive switches who yearn to please their dom. At the end of the day, Chan and Changbin love each other as well, it doesn’t exactly stop them acting like brats towards each other, though.
Jeongin settles, spread out on the couch at the back of the room. His pants are back up, sitting open on his hips. His coat is now off, shirt unbuttoned to reveal his tight abs and his chest covered in hickies and scratches from the night before. Jeongin lights up a cigarette and takes a drag, watching his two beloved boys whisper to each other as they get undressed.
“Boss wants to top so I’m bottoming” Changbin says.
“No fucking way.”
“You got to blow him.” Changbin replies, pouting at Chan.
“Yeah well, you bottomed for him last time.”
They stare at each other, waiting for the other to give in. Chan is undressed down to his pants while Changbin is just in his underwear. They’re both completely hard already. Have been since they realised Jeongin was getting frustrated. Since they realised they would have that frustration taken out on them.
Changbin fixes Chan with a serious facial expression. “I’ll get my nipples pierced.”
And there it is. Chan has been obsessed with Changbin’s pecs since he bulked up. Chan expects it was all to impress Jeongin, but hey, he still benefits by being able to grope Changbin’s new muscles. He’s been begging Changbin to get his nipples pierced for months, thinks he’ll look even prettier like that.
A wolfish grin overtakes Chan’s face. “Alright, deal. Be a good slut and bend over for me.”
Changbin blushes but begrudgingly does as he’s told. He still regrets telling his boyfriends about how that title turns him on so much.
“Here pup, fetch.” Jeongin says as he tosses the lube at Chan.
Chan catches, his natural athleticism paying off. He appraises Changbin, already naked and bending over the table, glancing over his shoulder. Chan leans over him, planting a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades before leaning back and giving his ass a sharp slap. Chan watches delightedly as Changbin’s ass cheek jiggles from the contact.
Changbin grunts, slightly annoyed but not stupid enough to pretend he doesn’t like it. Because Chan will just forget opening him up in favour of spanking him until Changbin’s cock is leaking all over the floor pathetically. Sure Changbin likes to be the one to manhandle occasionally but he is a bit of a painslut too.
Chan removes the rest of his own clothes and opens up the lube, covering his fingers before pushing one inside Changbin. There’s not a lot of resistance, they all fuck so often, Changbin is used to the stretch. As Chan wiggles his finger in and out, his other hand gropes and massages Changbin’s ass. He loves touching his boyfriends, loves to take advantage of any chance he has to put his hands on them.
He knows Jeongin will only be patiently watching for so long and so he steadily works up to two and then three fingers. He makes sure Changbin’s hole is practically dripping with lube, the boss likes it messy, after all. Changbin is trying desperately to hold back his whines, knowing Chan will tease him about it later. But Chan’s fingers feel too good.
Before he knows it, Chan is removing his fingers and quickly lining up the head of his cock. Changbin braces before Chan pushes in roughly. Changbin basks in the burn of the stretch. Chan’s cock feels hot and thick and heavy inside him. He can’t wait to feel Jeongin’s cock, stretching him even further.
Chan grabs him by the hips and starts thrusting in harshly. Changbin moans loudly, already starting to go dumb from Chan fucking into him. A cocky grin takes over Chan’s face. Jeongin smiles to himself as he watches, starting to palm his cock back into hardness.
“Does our Binnie feel good?” Jeongin asks.
“Yes, sir. So fucking good, he’s taking me so well.” Chan replies.
Changbin briefly wears a matching grin of his own from the praise before a particularly hard thrust makes him whine out. Chan laughs quietly before picking up his pace, absolutely punishing Chanbin’s hole. He intentionally avoids his prostate. Without Jeongin’s permission, neither of them can cum yet. He’d be especially disappointed if he missed out on Changbin tensing around his length. Chan suddenly slows down, trying to stave off his own orgasm.
“What’s wrong, pup?” Jeongin asks, although he seems to already know the answer.
“It’s too good. ‘M gonna cum if I keep going.” He replies shakily.
“Go on, then. Fill our slut up. He love’s taking our cum, doesn’t he?”
“Y-yes, sir!” Changbin manages to squeak out.
Chan, now with Jeongin’s permission, speeds up to an ungodly pace. Pumping in and out of Changbin, jostling him hard against the table. Every thrust punches a new grunt out of him. Chan uses his hole as he pleases, bringing himself towards the edge. His trusts become choppy, eagerly chasing his own high. He utters no warning before burying himself deeply, emptying his cum inside Changbin’s warm ass. As soon as he’s finished, he pulls out, a trail of cum dripping out of Changbin’s stretched hole.
Changbin whines at the loss, but before long, he feels Jeongin standing behind him, lining up and ramming his cock inside with one rough thrust. It burns more than before but Changbin can take it, he likes the pain, especially when it’s paired so deliciously with pleasure. Jeongin fucks into Changbin relentlessly, but unlike Chan, he aims to hit Changbin’s prostate every time. Changbin falls into a pattern of whines and moans.
“Such a good slut, taking our cocks so well.” Jeongin grunts.
Chan is now the one watching from the couch, it’s such a lovely sight, seeing Changbin fall apart so steadily. Not to mention Jeongin’s power, it buzzes under his skin, making it so easy to submit to him.
Jeongin drives his cock into Changbin again and again, both taking and giving a dizzying amount of pleasure. The sound of Jeongin thrusting into Changbin’s cum-filled hole is quite possibly the dirtiest thing Chan has ever heard and he never gets tired of it.
“So close. Please, sir, please…” Changbin whines out.
“Aw, is my little slut gonna cum just from me fucking his sloppy used hole?” Jeongin replies.
“Yes! Please, please please.” Changbin begs.
“Then cum for me, baby.”
It only takes a handful more thrusts and then Changbin is cumming all over the floor, milking Jeongin with his clenching hole. He holds back, waiting for Changbin to finish, knowing he likes to be fully aware when Jeongin finishes inside him.
Once Changbin recovers, he’s back to pleading. “Please, please cum, Sir. I want it, want you to cum, please.”
Jeongin groans as he fucks roughly back into Changbin. He’s so close that it barely takes a minute before he’s spilling inside him. He moans weekly as he rocks his hips, riding out his orgasm.
When he pulls out, he immediately gathers a shaky Changbin into his arms.
“You did so well, baby. You both did. Thanks for taking care of me.” They both preen from his praise.
They take a while to clean up, helping each other out. There are kisses peppered between the three of them. Jeongin calls for the car to be pulled around so they can go home as soon as possible. They destress together in the shower and then the Jacuzzi. And then in their massive shared bed, kissing, caressing and talking. They’ll take on their newest issues with the business tomorrow. Fighting their battles together the next day and every day after.