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Taemin loves watching his hyungs.

They’re so fascinating. Their interactions are never predictable; they constantly push each other away and endlessly pull one another close, and they laugh together and they fight all the time and they yell at one another and touch like it’s always going to be the last time they do. They frown and smile and nag and whisper at one another like they simultaneously can’t stand being in the same room with the other and yet couldn’t live without the other, and they share heated gazes and quiet love confessions when they think no one is listening, and they kiss with fingers tangling into hair and tugging at the strands, with hands roaming everywhere, with teeth biting at soft lips and bruises blooming on tender skin like flowers.

Taemin watches them love one another passionately, tenderly, silently and fiercely, and thinks I want that . Exactly that. Whatever it is that his hyungs have, Taemin craves it. 

He wants Minho’s endless devotion and Kibum’s fearless adoration. He wants to see how violently they fuck each other’s brains out and how gently they make love to one another. He wants to be cherished the same way they cherish each other. He wants to exist in between them, to be given a piece of what they have, to know what it is specifically that keeps them together even when they’re so different from one another.

Personally, Taemin thinks it must be the sex.

It’s the only logical explanation; Minho and Kibum spend half their day complaining about one another, then disappear for a few hours, then come back all relaxed and smiley and satisfied. They reach for one another constantly; shoulders, waist, wrists, thighs - their hands are always resting on some part of the other’s body. 

Taemin is jealous of how frequently, and how easily , Kibum reaches for Minho or puts his head on Minho’s shoulder. Taemin is also jealous of how loudly Minho laughs at Kibum’s jokes, how lovingly he smiles at Kibum when Kibum isn’t aware of his gaze on him. 

Now, it’s not like Taemin isn’t adored and spoiled rotten by hyungs, because he is , and has been ever since he was a kid. His hyungs have been famously known to trip over one another when trying to appease his every wish, all eager to help him first, to provide for him best , but - but it’s a different kind of love, the love that Minho and Kibum have for one another. And it’s a different kind of touch, the way they touch when they’re alone.

It’s not like Taemin wants to ruin their relationship, or ask for a fixed place under their sheets. He just wants - a taste .    

Sometimes, when Minho touches him after he touched Kibum, Taemin can almost feel the warmth of Kibum’s body still lingering on Minho’s fingertips. And sometimes, when Kibum kisses him playfully, chastely, after he kissed Minho, Taemin can almost taste Minho still on his lips.

Like right now, for example.

Kibum isn’t the best kisser in the band - it used to be Jonghyun, and now it’s Minho -, but he still was and forever will be Taemin’s first kiss, and Taemin loves kissing him. Back when he was fourteen, when he timidly walked to Kibum in their shared bedroom and asked him to teach him to kiss, Kibum said no; Taemin told him alright, I’ll ask Minho-hyung then , and Kibum instantly relented. He then walked into the living room, where Minho was playing FIFA by himself while Jinki and Jonghyun had gone shopping, and used the same technique with him, too; he asked him to teach him to kiss, said he’d go and ask Kibum if Minho wouldn’t help him, and got the second first kiss of his life over the sheer course of five minutes.

Even now, with Kibum’s soft mouth pressing against his own, Taemin smiles when thinking back to it.

“Yah!” Minho protests, his loud voice coming from the side. Taemin had almost forgotten about him. “That’s enough! You can stop now!”
It’s late and the three of them are alone in Minho and Kibum’s apartment, which Taemin always feels endlessly fascinated by, and Kibum chuckles low against Taemin’s lips as he lets them go. “We’re not done yet,” he says, barely leaning away from Taemin. If anything, the hold he has on the back of Taemin’s neck only gets stronger. 

Taemin smiles and briefly closes his eyes, enjoying Kibum’s touch to the fullest while it lasts; Kibum keeps talking and says to Minho, “sit down, babe.”

Minho, standing tall on his feet with his arms crossed to his chest and an offended expression on his face, blinks at him in outrage.  “What do you mean you’re ‘not done’ yet?!”

“I mean exactly what I just said,” Kibum says, tone growing irritated instead of amused. His grasp on the back of Taemin’s neck grows even stronger, and Kibum pulls him in but doesn’t kiss him again yet; Taemin thinks that maybe, if he concentrates enough, he might just be able to smell Minho on Kibum’s skin with how close their bodies are right now. “Sit down,” Kibum repeats, tone stern, and no term of endearment on his tongue.

“Hyung, I love it when you’re assertive,” Taemin sighs against Kibum’s lips, smiling.

Maybe Minho says something in reply to that, but Taemin doesn’t hear him. He just blinks and then Kibum is kissing him again, with heat and focus and intent, as if just to spite Minho. Taemin loves every second of it, loves the thought of how much it will piss Minho off, loves the way Kibum takes his breath away and kisses him so hard he might actually bruise him.

Just like he kisses Minho-hyung , Taemin thinks, slightly dazed.

He wishes he could say it’s just the alcohol warming his body, making him bolder, making him want it, crave it, fight for it, but it’s not; it’s just his hyungs’ combined presence, the way they smell, the sound of their voices, the warmth exuding from their bodies. The way they look at one another when they fight. How they drive each other crazy, all the time.

Taemin loves being in the middle of it; right in the middle of the crossfire, simultaneously exposed to it and perfectly safe from it. He never gets the blame. He just smiles innocently, makes himself pliant under Kibum’s ministrations, and stays quiet while his hyungs fight.

Kibum bites on his lower lip, and Taemin’s eyes open back up slowly as Kibum leans away from him and Minho’s voice becomes audible again. Taemin always loses himself so much in Kibum’s kisses, he literally doesn’t feel or hear anything else in the world until Kibum leans away. “I promised Taeminie as many kisses as the total number of girl-group choreographies he’d be able to remember,” Kibum explains, frowning in Minho’s general direction. Taemin can tell he’s drunk just by the way he isn’t able to fix his gaze on anything for too long. “There are still four or five missing. Quiet now.”

“ Quiet !” Minho repeats, eyes widening as he gesticulates wildly towards Taemin. Kibum lets go of the back of Taemin’s neck and sighs, getting back to his feet and only wobbling a little before he finds his balance again. Minho follows his movements with wide eyes, until they’re standing in front of one another. “How come you tell me to stay quiet when you do your things,” Minho grunts, “but I can’t even look other people’s way without you getting jealous and saying you don’t want to share - ”

Kibum makes a frustrated noise. He presses a fingertip to Minho’s chest, lightly shoves him, and cuts him off by grumbling, “when did I ever say that?”
“You always say that!” Minho insists, taking a step forward so he’s once again in Kibum’s space. Kibum doesn’t even react; Taemin watches the show, enjoying every moment of it from the sidelines, albeit he’d love to be part of it. He studies his hyungs’ posture, how aggressive they both look with their shoulders squared, their heads tilted to the side, Minho towering over Kibum with his height and Kibum still standing tall in front of him nonetheless, with that kind of fearless refusal to be intimidated that must be exactly what made Minho fall for him in the first place. Kibum has a hand perched on his own hip and the other still pointing to Minho’s chest, then pressing down against his shoulder, keeping him at a distance. 

“I’d be talking with some noona at some event and you’d walk to me and make some harsh comment about how much fun I’m having without you!” Minho continues. “You barely let me out of your sight, and then you kiss Taeminie like this!”

“Well, it’s different with Taeminie,” Kibum says calmly, unfazed by Minho’s words and Minho’s tone. Taemin loves how quickly Minho gets worked up when it comes to Kibum, and how level-headed Kibum stays throughout all of it until Minho has calmed back down. “It’s not like I go and kiss other boys, or girls,” Kibum reasons. “Just Taeminie.”

“ Just Taeminie!” Minho cries out, throwing Kibum’s words back at him again. Out of the blue, Taemin thinks that his hyungs’ sofa really is so comfortable. They got such good forniture for their shared house. He’s about to comment on it when he hears Minho say, “well then, what if I make out with Taeminie just like you were doing a minute ago, huh?”   

Taemin perks up. He looks up at Kibum with wide, bright eyes, hoping, hoping, hoping. Desperately hoping.

“Alright, alright,” Kibum says, crossing both arms to his chest. He gesticulates towards Taemin in a graceful motion, looking deeply bored by the conversation he and Minho are having. “Go on then. See if I care.”

Kibum curls his fingers around Taemin’s jaw, lifting it up towards Minho, and Taemin shivers in anticipation. Kibum smiles, looking at Taemin with a merciful little expression on his face, and adds, “I can be really generous, you know.”

Taeming holds his breath.

Minho looks down at him; Taemin can’t keep himself from wetting his own lower lip with the tip of his tongue, chasing the taste of Kibum’s lips still lingering on his own. But Minho doesn’t follow his motion; he barely looks at him before his gaze goes back to Kibum. Taemin’s face falls.

“Stop playing,” Minho says, irritated. Kibum’s hand is warm around Taemin’s jaw. His hyungs are towering over Taemin, who’s still sitting on the sofa, and Taemin loves the sight they make. “You’re so infuriating,” Minho grunts, avoiding Kibum’s gaze. “I’m not going to cheat on you.”

“Oh?” Kibum replies, in a mocking tone. He tilts his head to the side in fake confusion, and puts his free hand back on his own hip. “Am I cheating on you right now?”

He lightly shakes Taemin’s head, and Taemin feels his blood grow warmer. He wants . “Is it really cheating if we both kiss him?”

Taemin swallows a whimper a second before it can escape his mouth. “He looks so dejected,” Kibum continues, pouting for effect as he looks down at Taemin. Taemin holds his gaze, blinking slowly because he knows that’s what his hyung likes - obedience. “Come on, Minho-ya,” Kibum taunts, “haven’t you got any kiss to spare for Taeminie?”

Minho’s still looking the other way. Taemin is growing more and more desperate by the second. “I’m not playing this game,” Minho says.

Kibum studies Minho’s face and posture for a long few seconds. Minho’s expression is closed, and his body is rigid and speaking of honest-to-god heartache. “Aigoo,” Kibum sighs, sounding somehow endeared by Minho’s jealously. He lets go of Taemin’s jaw, who immediately misses the warmth of Kibum’s hands on his skin. “Aren’t you just adorable, jagiya?”

Taemin blinks, and then Kibum’s pushing Minho on the sofa and climbing into his lap. Minho just stares at him, startled by the sudden action. “Here, here,” Kibum coos, cupping his cheek with a hand and the warm side of his neck with the other, “I’ll kiss you too.”

Minho opens his mouth as if to protest, but Kibum is faster; he presses his mouth to Minho’s and kisses him slowly, deeply, sliding his tongue gently against Minho’s - his tongue, that still carries Taemin’s taste, and so, in a way, Minho is kissing Taemin, too.

“Why won’t you play?” Kibum asks, almost whispering against Minho’s lips. He tilts his head so that he’s speaking right into Minho’s ear, and adds, “you’re making Taeminie so sad.”

Minho wraps his hands around Kibum’s wrists and leans as far away from him as he can, given how Kibum’s still sitting in his lap and there’s very little space left between their chests. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” Minho asks, eyebrows still furrowed, although it’s clear that the kissing had a calming effect on him. His cheeks have grown a deep, warm red, and he can’t look up from Kibum’s knees - he must be embarassed that Taemin just watched them make out. 

“Nothing’s gotten into me,” Kibum says, pressing a soft kiss to Minho’s jaw. Minho’s frame shakes lightly because of it; Kibum looks at Taemin from behind Minho’s head, just one of his eyes visible to Taemin, and Taemin bites down at his own lower lip wishing, hoping, praying that Kibum really is feeling generous today, that Kibum really is willing to share Minho with him for a night. “You know what Taeminie keeps telling me these days?” Kibum asks, in a low voice, talking to Minho but with his gaze still fixed on Taemin. He hums, smiling amusedly. “He keeps saying, oh, Minho-hyung is so handsome . Oh, Minho-hyung really is so gorgeous . Oh, I bet Minho-hyung fucks you so good, doesn’t he, hyung? ”

Minho’s head snaps towards Taemin at the same time he lets out a scandalised gasp. “Taemin-ah!” He calls out, looking at Taemin in shock.

“What?” Kibum asks, using the hand he still has on Minho’s cheek to turn his face back in his direction. He strokes a thumb across Minho’s cheekbone, and tilts his own head to the side. “What’s so surprising about it? He’s got eyes, you know. And good intuition, too,” Kibum smirks.

Minho blushes an even deeper red. “What are you playing at!” He explodes, half in anger and half in mortification. He can’t look at Taemin, no matter how hard Taemin keeps trying to meet his gaze. “You’re drunk! He’s drunk! Let’s just call it a night!”
“What a fuss for some kissing,” Kibum grumbles, not moving.

Taemin can’t stay quiet any longer. “Hyung, I can give them back,” he says, out of sheer instinct. He sounds breathless. “I can give back all of Kibum-hyung’s kisses. If you just let me.”

Kibum grins lazily, pleased by his intervention. “See? See what a good boy Taeminie’s being,” he purrs, leaning back so that he’s only holding himself up by keeping his arms crossed around Minho’s neck. A single motion from Minho, and Kibum would fall to the floor; but his stance is relaxed and languid, his throat exposed, his head leaning so far back that even some strands of his hair are uptilted with his motion. Completely entrusting himself to Minho, even as he continues to taunt him. “Come on, give it up, let him be,” Kibum murmurs, searching for Minho’s eyes with his own. “Let him kiss you, Minho-ya.”

Minho doesn’t lift his eyes up. “I’m not - ”

“Taemin-ah,” Kibum calls, loud and firm, in a way so different from how he spoke just now that Taemin’s gaze immediately snaps from Minho to him. Kibum smiles, once again pleased by his reaction. “How badly do you want it?” He asks, lowering his voice to a hushed tone. “Haven’t you wanted it for a long time, now?”

“Yes, hyung,” Taemin says instantly. “Very badly, hyung.”

It’s not like Kibum doesn’t know already; it’s not like Taemin has to pretend that his hyung doesn’t know about how badly Taemin wants them, both, together , his handsome hyungs, the two most gorgeous people he knows. When they’re drinking together and particularly bored, particularly sleepy, Kibum will tell Taemin all about the wonderful sex he has with Minho, about how good it is, and Taemin will sigh and pout and tell him that he’s envious, that he wants to see what it’s like, will say - please, hyung, will you show me some time?

Looks like the time has finally come.

“Give the boy a taste,” Kibum says, teasing, smiling against Minho’s cheekbone as he lifts himself back up and presses the tip of his nose to Minho’s cheek. “He wants it. He’s talking my ear off with how desperate he is for it, you know.”

He meets Taemin’s gaze and adds, eyes dark and sharp like a fox’s, “I don’t think I can stand it for much longer still.” 

Minho moves underneath the grasp Kibum now has on both his shoulders, clearly growing agitated by the conversation. “I’m not cheating on you,” he says again, firmly. “I’m not like you. I’m faithful. I’d never kiss anyone else but you.”

“But I’m giving you permission,” Kibum counters, trailing his hands up Minho’s neck and then across his ears, until his fingers tangle with Minho’s hair and he’s breathing right into his ear again. Taemin shivers in Minho’s place, imagining what it must feel like. “I want to see it. I want to see you and Taeminie make out. I want to see you take my kisses back.”

Although Taemin can’t see it, he can hear it in Kibum’s voice; the smirk that must be spreading across Kibum’s lips like butter. “Isn’t it your right to do it?” Kibum asks, in a whisper that barely reaches Taemin’s ears. “Do I not belong to you? Why are you letting someone else have my mouth?”

Minho shivers. His hand goes to cover his ear. “Yah, you’re giving me goosebumps,” he says, tone low and shoulders squaring up defensively. “Stop it.”
Kibum doesn’t desist. “Jagiya,” he whines, wrapping his arms tighter around Minho’s shoulders and pressing his mouth harder to Minho’s ear, “why won’t you fight for me? Why aren’t you taking what’s yours back?”

Taemin can’t help but speak up again, trying his hardest to help Kibum convince Minho. “Hyung,” he calls, very softly, desperate for it, “I promise. I promise if you kiss me now, I won’t kiss Kibum-hyung ever again.”

Taemin’s not sure he can really keep that promise; but it’s out there now, and perhaps it was the right thing to say, because Minho’s eyes dart up to him for a second before they fix back down, and it’s the first time they have ever since they started this game of persuasion that Kibum won’t put an end to until he’s won.

Kibum lets out a low chuckle. “How cute is that?” He asks Minho, dismounting from his lap. Minho’s gaze snaps up to his face, and his eyebrows fly up in surprise; it looks like, without Kibum in his arms, Minho has lost his balance. But Kibum has barely moved away - he has let himself fall on the cushions by Minho’s side, has draped himself lazily across the armrest, body open and relaxed even if his knees are pulled to his chest so that his legs aren’t stretched out across Minho’s thighs and there’s just enough space for - 

Taemin can see his chance when it’s right in front of his eyes like that, and he can take it, too.

He lifts up from where he’s sitting, and takes Kibum’s place in Minho’s lap.

Kibum smiles, satisfied, while Taemin timidly but eagerly wraps his arms around Minho’s neck. Just like Kibum had done before; Minho gasps, too shocked to react, hands hovering in the air although Taemin would kill to have them on his waist, even just for a second. Kibum sits himself upright, puts a hand on Minho’s tigh - stroking his thumb back and forth across the warm fabric of Minho’s jeans in slow, lazy circles -, and lets his head fall to Minho’s shoulder as he commands, “do it.”

Minho clenches his jaw and doesn’t look up. Taemin holds his breath. “I won’t,” Minho says, stubbornly. “I won’t.”
The tips of his ears are red and he looks flushed. From this close, Taemin can see how soft his lips really look, how dark his eyes truly are, how hypnotising the fluttering of his eyelashes is every time he blinks. He wants him. He wants him, wants him, wants him, wants him more than anything he’s wanted in the last ten years. “Hyung,” he pleads, unsure if he’s calling out to Minho or to Kibum. 

In the end, it’s Kibum answering his prayers. He keeps pressing Minho, teasing him, pushing him until he finally makes him lose his head. After all, it’s one of the things he can do best. 

“Jagiya,” he says, very softly. Taemin isn’t accustomed to this tone of his - he doesn’t think he’s even ever heard it before. It’s so soft, so warm, so sweet, like honey. If this doesn’t make Minho fall, Taemin thinks, he doesn’t know what will. Is this the tone Kibum uses when he wants Minho on his knees? Is this how he tames him? Is this - 

“I’ll fuck you so good afterwards, Minho-yah” Kibum says, and Taemin gasps. Perhaps Minho gasps too, but Taemin can’t hear him over the loud hammering of his own heart. “So, so good, jagiya, just the way you like it. I’ll press you down into the mattress,” Kibum says, trailing his hand slowly upwards, until he can reach right in between Minho’s thighs, “hold your hands and hold you down while you beg me to go faster.”

Taemin can literally hear Minho’s breath catch in his throat. “Give it to you so hard,” Kibum promises, lips grazing the side of Minho’s neck while his hand cups the slight bulge in Minho’s jeans. “Keep at it until you cry.”
“For god’s sake , Kibum-ah,” Minho groans.

It’s exactly the cue Taemin was waiting for.

“It’s okay, hyung,” he murmurs, finally letting go of his own weight so that the back of his thighs lands on top of Minho’s. “It’s okay. Please.”

“He’s so well-mannered when he’s horny,” Kibum snorts, looking up at Taemin with an expression that’s equal part fondness and mocking. But the amusement in his tone doesn’t last long. “Now, now,” he continues, closing his hand around the back of Minho’s head and pushing him towards Taemin, “Enough. Let’s not waste any more time.”

As soon as those words leave Kibum’s mouth, Taemin is kissing Minho.

A shiver runs through the entirety of Taemin’s body as soon as his lips make contact with Minho’s; and it feels exactly like Taemin remembered. It’s been twelve years ever since that one kiss they shared in their dorm living room, but Minho’s mouth is still plush and gentle and hesitating while it presses against Taemin’s own. His lips are soft, and Taemin thinks he can almost feel the ghost of Kibum’s kisses still lingering on them. 

“Well done,” Kibum hums, voice airy and vaguely encouraging. Taemin can’t see him; his eyes are closed. “More,” Kibum adds, egging them on. He must do something to Minho, because Taemin hears - feels - a soft moan leave his mouth. “More.”

Taemin can’t resist. Almost like a man possessed, he thrusts up against Minho’s hips with his own - his hands move up as if of their volition, and his fingers knot into Minho’s hair, and it feels so goodgoodgood to finally be kissing his hyung that Taemin can’t help but groan softly against Minho’s mouth and plead for more, for anything more, anything at all.

Kibum’s hand lazily closes around the hem of Taemin’s shirt, and - out of pure instinct - Taemin leans away from Minho just enough to allow Kibum to take it off his body; lifts his arms in the air and feels his shirt sliding off him, hears the fabric hit the carpet as Kibum throws it carelessly to the floor. His eyes meet Minho’s, and they are big and dark and glazed.

“Don’t be shy now,” Kibum says, splaying his hand wide against the small of Taemin’s back. As if Taemin could even have the ability to feel anything else but hunger at this moment, never mind shyness.

Thing is, Taemin has never felt less bashful in his whole life. Less ready to take his chances, less willing to risk it all for just one night’s fun, less eager to see just how far he can push both his hyungs until they tell him they’ve had enough. His lips collide back with Minho’s, and Taemin kisses him with everything he’s got. Kibum’s hand strokes languidly across Taemin’s back, pushes his head back against Minho’s every time any of them tries to regain their breath.

It feels so good, so good, almost too good to be true, and Minho’s hands slowly, finally wrap around Taemin’s waist, and Minho is kissing him back at last with some actual intent, and Taemin keeps thrusting up into Minho’s hips faster, faster , faster and faster, and at this rate he might actually -

“Now, now,” Kibum warns him, grabbing Taemin by his hip and physically pulling him away from Minho. For a second, Taemin feels an immense disperation at the thought that Kibum might tell him to stop; but then, he feels Kibum’s clever fingers unfast the button of his jeans, and starts breathing again. “We don’t want to burn ourselves out so quickly, do we?”

Kibum wraps an arm around Minho’s waist and lets his head fall lazily on Minho’s shoulder while Minho pants softly, as if they’re watching some show on tv and he just wants some cuddles. As if they’re not about to have what might be the most memorable, if the only, threesome of their lives. 

Kibum meets Taemin’s gaze from the little space in between Minho’s chin and shoulders while Minho gulps quietly, and says, with no particular strength, “on your knees.”

Taemin slides off Minho’s lap and down to the floor without a moment’s hesitation.

“Hyung, let me take care of you,” he whispers, settling down on the floor, making himself comfortable. He has a feeling he’ll stay here a long time. “I’ll be real good. You won’t regret it.”

Kibum smiles. “Promises, promises,” he sing-songs.

“Taemin-ah,” Minho calls, still blushing a deep red, sounding conflicted. He doesn’t say anything else, and Taemin drops a little kiss on his clothed knee. “If you don’t want to,” he says, stroking his thumb across the same spot he just kissed, “we can stop.”

Minho nods slowly, and Taemin lays his head on his knee while waiting for further instructions, still smiling softly up at him. That’s when Kibum strokes Minho’s thigh over the fabric of his jeans, looking perfectly calm and collected, and “let’s get these off,” he says, unbuttoning Minho’s jeans and then pulling the zip down, then helping Taemin as Taemin tugs them gently down Minho’s legs.

Taemin can tell Minho still has some reservations, and he desperately wants him to enjoy this, to want it, to love it. “Hyung, please look at me,” Taemin pleads, as he lets Minho’s jeans fall somewhere behind his back. He strokes up and down Minho’s calves as he waits for his reply, not daring to push his legs apart just yet.

“Yah, won’t you look at Taeminie when he’s asking so nicely?” Kibum nags, pressing his chin to Minho’s shoulder and frowning. 

Slowly, Minho lifts his gaze up and meets Taemin’s. He looks torn, but his gaze is soft and his lips are parted. “Hi,” Taemin smiles again, delighted, as soon as their eyes meet. He hums softly under his breath, and draws a little circle right under Minho’s knee with the tip of a finger. He wants to make Minho lose his mind, he wants to make him feel so good that he stops worrying about anything else. “Can I suck you off, hyung?”

Minho gulps, and his pupils are dilated but his eyes keep darting to Kibum before they go back to Taemin’s. “This feels so wrong,” he says quietly, already sounding guilty. He looks to the side, meets Kibum’s eyes, and gives him an imploring look. “Kibum-ah -”

“Right here by your side, baby,” Kibum cuts him off, tightening the hold of his arm across Minho’s waist and delicately settling his chin on Minho’s shoulder. Minho lets out a long exhale of air, looking for all intents and purposes as if he’s absorbing Kibum’s warmth, letting it flow through his body.

“Don’t you want to appease Taeminie?” Kibum asks, against Minho’s golden skin. Minho nods, but keeps silent. “You’re not cheating on me,” Kibum reassures him once again, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “I’m right here next to you. We’re doing this together.” 

Minho hums softly, and Taemin sees a lazy smile spread across Kibum’s lips. Kibum turns his head slightly and gives Taemin exactly that lazy smile, just like a cat who just had some delicious cream, and Taemin wets his lips in anticipation of whatever’s going to happen. “We’re just having some fun. Let’s think of it as an early birthday present for Taeminie, shall we? It’s almost time anyway,” Kibum chuckles.

“Hyung?” Taemin prompts Minho, wrapping his arms around Minho’s leg imploringly.

Minho is still quiet for a long few seconds, but then takes a deep breath. “Alright,” he says, nodding tersely at Taemin. “But, I’m not gonna come.”

Minho says it with such an air of finalty, with such a serious expression on his face, that Taemin wonders for a second if he’ll actually be able to keep that promise. “Whatever you say, honey,” Kibum replies, not sounding very convinced.

Taemin decides that he simply doesn’t care. Minho won’t be able to keep his word anyway; Taemin’s going to make him come, and he’s going to cherish everything his hyung has to give him. “I’ll be good,” he promises again, while watching Kibum’s hand disappear underneath the fabric of Minho’s boxers. Minho’s breath gets caught in his throat right away, and Taemin wets his lips again with the tip of his tongue. “You’ll love it, hyung, you’ll see.”

Kibum’s other hand gently pushes Minho’s thighs apart, and Minho makes a soft, choked-up noise as Taemin presses the first, sweet and lingering kiss to the side of his right knee. He’s burning with such desire that he’s already short on breath.

“Been thinking about this for so long, hyung,” Taemin murmurs softly, unable to keep quiet as he strokes up and down Minho’s legs. Kibum helps him get rid of Minho’s boxers, and Taemin’s mouth goes dry when he sees what was hiding underneath the black fabric. “You’re so gorgeous,” he says, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at his hyung adoringly. “So gorgeous, hyung.”

 “Less talking, more sucking,” Kibum orders, and Taemin follows his command eagerly.

It’s good - so good, so satisfying, it makes Taemin so happy, the way Minho reacts to his mouth. The way Minho sounds, feels, as Kibum kisses up and down his neck and shoulder while Taemin blows him. 

He’s big - Taemin knew he was going to be -, but Taemin likes a challenge; always enjoyed pushing his own limits. He gets bolder and bolder with every passing minute, and soon he moves in closer, until he has a hand lifting the hem of Minho’s shirt and the other stroking across his abs. He’s bobbing his head up and down in no time, doubling down on his efforts as soon as Kibum’s hand lands on top of his head and guides him to take Minho in deeper, eggs him all the further on.

Taemin almost chokes on Minho’s cock as Kibum tugs roughly on his hair, making him struggle to accommodate Minho deeper into his mouth; but then Minho’s hand is suddenly cupping his cheek very gently, absent-mindedly playing with his ear as Taemin relaxes his throat, and Taemin doesn’t care if his jaw is already growing tired and Kibum’s being rough with him. It’s perfect, it’s all so fucking wonderful, just like he had envisioned it. Kibum tugs his head back in place whenever Taemin tries to move away to regain his breath, spit and precome running down his chin as Kibum pulls on his hair roughly, and Taemin loves every fucking second of it.

Taemin swallows around Minho, eliciting a broken gasp from him, and preens in the knowledge he was the one to tear that sound out of his hyung’s throat. 

Taemin loses himself in the glorious feel of having Minho heavy on his tongue and warm under his fingertips, and only opens back his eyes when he hears Kibum hum in a perplexed tone. “Why so tense, baby?” Kibum asks, running his thumb over the shape of Minho’s cock through Taemin’s cheek. Taemin looks up at him, curious about what it was that caught his hyung’s attention, but Kibum’s eyelids are lowered and his head is tilted.

Kibum’s talking in between kisses as he sucks and bites at the tender skin of Minho’s neck, and the sound of Minho’s and his own breathing is loud in Taemin’s ears. “You’re clenching your abs,” Kibum continues, splaying his free hand wide across Minho’s belly, not needing to see things with his eyes when he can just feel them with his hands. The other’s still stroking across Taemin’s cheek. “Just come already,” Kibum says, ghosting his breath over Minho’s warm, wet skin and making him shiver. “Don’t play hard to get.”

Taemin feels an overwhelming wave of desire and satisfaction simultaneously wash over him; it seems Kibum has recognized the tell-tale signs of Minho almost reaching his climax, and Taemin wants to see it. He wants to see Minho come, to know he was the one who made him lose his head.

But Minho clenches his fists and firmly reiterates, “I’m not going to come.”

“Why not?” Kibum says, voice a little whiny. He opens his eyes and notices that Taemin is listening, slowing down his rhythm a little so that he can focus on their conversation, and he bends down slightly so he can wrap a hand loosely around Taemin’s throat and punish him for it. 

Taemin gasps, and immediately gets back to work with double the ardor. Minho makes a broken noise, but still doesn’t come. 

“I don’t care if you come down Taeminie’s throat,” Kibum says as he lifts back up, in a bored tone of voice. He turns his body in Minho’s direction, stroking his hand up Minho’s chest while facing him, and then makes an intrested little noise. “Actually, I want you to come down Taeminie’s throat. He’s being good, isn’t he? He deserves it.” 

Minho shakes his head no. “I’m gonna save it,” he replies, jaw clenched, clearly putting in a lot of effort to keep his promise. “I’m going to save it for you.”

Kibum smiles, excited by the challenge. “We’ll see about that,” Kibum hums, and then tugs on Taemin’s hair so hard that Taemin has no choice but to go with the movement, to throw his head back and reluctantly let Minho’s cock slip out of his mouth.

He pants as he looks up at his hyungs, lips red and shiny and eyes bright and sparkling with unshed tears as his eyelashes flutter open and closed very fast. He’s burning up with desire, getting drunk on it, and it’s hard to even try to regain his breath. Why make such an effort to stay afloat, he thinks, dazed. Why waste his energy so, when he can simply let himself drown and choke on the suffocating extent of his desire.  

“Good boy,” Kibum says, somewhat softly, grabbing him gently by his chin. Taemin lets his eyes fall closed again and lets his head rest in the decisive curl of Kibum’s fingers, entrusting himself to his hyung fully. 

For a long moment, his own panting feels like the only sound in the silent room. 

The television is still on, and there are still music videos chasing one another on the screen; but everything feels distant, like Taemin is underwater and only wants to surrender to the waves. 

If he concentrates hard enough, he can synch his breathing with Minho’s and Kibum’s, and for now, that’s all he longs to do.

“Taemin-ah, up,” Kibum says, pulling lightly on Taemin’s chin to help him get back to his feet. Taemin goes willingly (if a little slowly), letting Kibum manhandle him in whatever position he wants him in, until he’s no longer balancing his weight on his hands by holding onto Minho’s knees but rather wobbling in place once he’s standing again. 

Kibum smiles, and lifts from the couch too. “Good” he reiterates, eyes fixed on Taemin’s. “Shall we get a little more comfortable, now?”

*

Taemin doesn’t think he’s ever felt this light-headed in his life.

The funny thing is he’s not even being touched right now; he’s shivering while just watching Kibum shove Minho on the mattress, climb over him in one fluid motion, wrap his hand lightly around Minho’s throat and bruise his lips by kissing him so hard Taemin thinks he might break skin. Minho kisses Kibum back with the same ardour, wrapping his arms around the small of Kibum’s back and thrusting his hips up into him, gasping against his mouth and then letting his hands roam all over Kibum’s back, arms, shoulders.

Taemin isn’t even embarrassed by the low whine he lets out as Kibum hunches Minho’s leg up so it wraps around Kibum’s hip; he wants to feel that too, he craves it, needs it. Kibum must sense it, because he leans away from Minho to look at him just long enough to tell him “patience,” and then goes right back to kissing Minho.

It’s a long few seconds before Kibum’s hand lets go of Minho’s throat, who lets out a breathy moan in response, and tangles into Minho’s hair instead. His mouth takes his hand’s previous place, lavishing Minho’s golden skin with kisses as Minho throws his head back and whimpers low and desperate in the back of his throat. Taemin bites at his own lower lip as Kibum finally looks back at him as he dismounts, letting himself fall gracefully by Minho’s side while he gestures at Taemin to come closer.

Taemin does, and sits gently down on the top of Minho’s thighs, just shy of Minho’s cock. Kibum took off Taemin’s clothes as they walked into the bedroom, and Taemin feels dazed just sensing Minho’s body warmth expand towards his own naked body.

Still, Minho only looks at Taemin for a moment; “Kibum-ah,” he calls brokenly, hands instinctively going for Kibum’s arms and shoulders and body automatically turning in Kibum’s direction, as if there’s a string pulling them towards one another - as if Taemin’s not even there.

But, even sitting on Minho’s lap as he is - even naked as they both are, save for the shirt Minho is still wearing -, Taemin doesn’t mind; he knows his hyungs simply can’t help but constantly gravitate towards one another. He’s content to just feel Minho’s strong thighs underneath the back of his own, to just stroke the side of two fingers up Minho’s cock and hear Minho gasps in reaction to his gentle touch.

“Just wait a sec, jagiya,” Kibum cooes, splaying his hand across one of Minho’s cheeks and pressing a kiss to the other. “Just have to get the lube first, and I’ll get back to kissing you in no time.”  

Taemin gasps softly. “Hyung?” He calls, eyes wide and body already overheating at the mere thought of having one of them inside him. “Are you - are you going to - ?”

He can’t even finish the sentence; the mere idea of it is too much for him to grasp.

Kibum grins as he presses one last kiss to Minho’s jaw and then turns around, searching for lube and condoms in the top drawer of the bedside table. “No I’m not,” he replies, sending Taemin a smirk from behind his shoulder. “Minho is.”

Taemin’s eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat; but he still wants more, more, more, because nothing’s ever enough when it comes to Kibum and Minho. “But hyung,” Taemin whines. “I want you too.”

Kibum tsks as he sits back on the mattress, wetting the fingers of his left hand with thick, transparent lube. Taemin feels the knowledge that it’s their lube, the one his hyungs use together , go straight to his head and drive him crazy with lust. “You had me years ago, Taemin-ah,” Kibum scolds him. “Don’t be greedy or you’ll be ruined.”

Taemin takes a deep, steadying breath. Then, “am I not ruined already?” he asks, smiling innocently. 

He stands a little straighter as Kibum’s hand reaches behind his back. “You’ve already spoiled me rotten, hyung,” he reminds Kibum sweetly, arching lightly in hopes that Kibum will give him what he so deeply craves. “It’s not my fault if - ”

He’s abruptly cut off by the tips of Kibum’s cold fingers circling his rim suddenly, making him arch further into Kibum’s touch and let out a soft gasp.

“Gentle,” Minho gruffs out, seemingly unable to keep himself from stroking at Taemin’s belly to help steady him; Kibum only chuckles, not listening to him. Then, Minho’s hand unexpectantly wraps around Taemin’s cock just as Kibum starts pressing his fingers in, and Taemin has to tell himself to calm the fuck down before he comes all over himself right away. 

It’s so much, so sudden, so good, and they’re only getting started. His hyungs’ combined touch carries so many promises, and he can’t wait to see where this night takes him.  

“Ah, so rough,” Taemin pants, as Kibum pushes deep into him already. He rocks back into it, lips parted and eyes closed.

Kibum hums. “I seem to recall you like it this way,” he says, with a smirk in his voice.

“Yah, could you please stop talking about the times you two slept together,” Minho complains, giving Taemin’s cock a particularly hard tug out of jealousy. Taemin lets out a loud moan, hand flying up on top of Minho’s to slow down his movements.

Kibum slaps said hand away. Although they’re still gentler than Kibum’s, Taemin can feel Minho’s jealousy in his ministrations right as soon as Minho resumes them. “Aigoo,” Kibum grumbles, pushing Taemin’s head down towards Minho’s as Taemin trembles with desire, “Taemin-ah, shut him up before he starts.”

Taemin doesn’t need to be told twice.

He looks into Minho’s eyes as he descends towards him, quickly wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue in preparation for their kiss. Although his hyungs are handling him so roughly - and Kibum’s right, that’s just the way he likes it -, Taemin is loving and gentle, if a little eager, as he cups Minho’s head between his palms and kisses him softly, deeply, really trying to imprint the memory of Minho’s taste into his mind. He could do this for a lifetime, could exist in between his hyungs forever, and never tire of it.

Just when he’s losing himself into it, though, his chin is lifted up by Kibum’s hand, his head is tilted to the side, and Kibum’s lips collide with his instead of Minho’s; Minho emits a low grumble, but Kibum doesn’t stop. That’s Kibum taking back what’s rightfully his, Taemin thinks, and kisses him with all he’s got.

Taemin feels Kibum’s hand guide his hips down while they’re still kissing, and then , he feels Minho’s cock slip slowly inside him, making him choke on a broken moan that Kibum promptly swallows.   

“Relax,” Kibum whispers, like he could possibly know what Taemin feels like as he’s simultaneously kissed, caressed, fucked and owned by his hyungs.

“Kibum-hyung,” Taemin calls out brokenly against his mouth, trying to hold his own weight up so he won’t sit straight down on Minho’s cock just yet, “Minho-hyung - ”

Minho thrusts gently up just as Kibum pinches Taemin’s nipple, making him lose his focus and let all his weight down.

Taemin’s mouth falls open, no sound except a breathless gasp coming out as his body struggles to accommodate his hyung. Minho stills and starts stroking across Taemin’s back as he grumbles something at Kibum, probably telling him to go easy on Taemin.

“Please don’t,” Taemin whines, squeezing his eyelids together as he pants and throws his head back, enjoying the sensation of Minho inside him, of Kibum stroking him, to the fullest. Kibum has lightly slapped Minho’s hand away, and wrapped his own around Taemin’s cock. “Please don’t go easy on me, hyung.”

He hopes to god that they won’t.

Kibum is much less forgiving than Minho is, much more accustomed to Taemin’s desires, and immediately focuses on driving him insane with pleasure. Taemin sighs in relief, endlessly grateful - and he knows mercy doesn’t come easy to his hyung. 

Kibum strokes a thumb across the tip of Taemin’s cock, pumps him back and forth in just the right rhythm, and Taemin prays to god that he’ll last long enough to at least see Minho come. “You heard him,” he distantly hears Kibum say, clicking his tongue against his palate. He gives Taemin’s cock a hard tug, and Taemin moans half in pain and half in pleasure. “Come on, Minho-yah, come on.”

Minho’s hands settle around Taemin’s waist and his hips hesitantly start thrusting up into Taemin, slow at first and then faster, and Taemin moans low in the back of his throat and completely surrenders himself to it. It feels so good - so good - and Taemin wants it to go on forever, except he’s already so close that he feels like he might burst.

“This is so fun,” Kibum purrs, chuckling as he sinks both knees on the mattress by the outer side of Minho’s legs and wraps his hands around the top of Taemin’s thighs. He’s on his knees behind Taemin, almost mirroring his stance; Taemin isn’t sure when he moved, but is certainly happy that he did. “Look how much you’re enjoying this, Taemin-ah.”

Kibum most definitely isn’t wrong. Taemin lets his head fall back to Kibum’s shoulder, focusing all his senses on the warmth of both his hyungs’ hands on his body. Kibum presses a kiss to the back of his neck, and Taemin’s lips part on a silent plea.

“What do you need?” Kibum asks, against the damp skin of Taemin’s shoulders. Taemin can feel the shape of his lips against him, the way the corners of his mouth curl slowly upwards. “What do you want ?”

“Hyung,” Taemin gasps, unable to say much else as Minho rolls his hips up into him. Taemin almost collapses; but Kibum’s hands immediately go to his waist, keeping him up without effort. “Hyung, please,” Taemin pants, not even sure about what he’s begging for.

He instinctively lets his body press against Kibum’s, but he moans in protest as his warm, damp skin is only met by the rough fabric of Kibum’s clothes; Taemin’s sensations are so heightened that it feels impossibly harsh against his soft flesh. 

“Hyung, off,” he whines, tugging at the fabric of Kibum’s shirt by reaching behind him. Kibum wraps his hands around both of Taemin’s wrists and puts both Taemin’s hands on top of Taemin’s belly, keeping them in place underneath his own. “I said , don’t be greedy,” Kibum scolds him. 

Taemin would like to protest, but then his mouth falls open in a silent cry as Minho gives him a particularly hard thrust and he just has to take it , kept in place as he is by Kibum’s hard body behind his own. He’s trapped in between his hyungs’ warm, gorgeous bodies - Kibum behind him, Minho underneath him - and he loves it. It’s so much, so much - he can barely breathe.

Kibum traps both of Taemin’s hands underneath one of his own, and then reaches for Taemin’s cock with his newly free hand. Taemin makes a high, desperate noise in the back of his throat as soon as he feels Kibum’s fingers around him. “Hyung, please, no,” he begs, pushing back against Kibum’s chest as he tries and fails to get away from Kibum’s hand. Minho follows his motion, and keeps thrusting up into him faster and harder, so good it’s making Taemin lose his head really, really quick. “I’m going to come. Please. Please hyung.”
Kibum smirks as he drops a kiss to the back of Taemin’s neck, and Taemin shivers to the bone as his entire body feels like it’s engulfed in pleasure. “How’s that my problem?” Kibum asks, stroking Taemin from base to tip and back again with his sure, merciless hand.

Taemin wants this to go on forever, and he reallyreallyreally doesn’t want to come yet. “Hyung - ”

Kibum doesn’t even let him finish. Minho’s hand takes Kibum’s place around Taemin’s cock and Kibum grips Taemin’s hips hard , pushing him down and around to meet each single one of Minho’s thrusts, and Taemin knows there and then that he’s going to come.

Kibum rocks Taemin’s body back and forward, bites at Taemin’s shoulder just as Minho swipes his thumb right across the tip of Taemin’s cock and then strokes him roughly from there to the base and -

And then it just takes Kibum to pinch one of Taemin’s nipples between the pads of his fingers while Minho slides so deep into him that Taemin almost feels it in his throat , and Taemin’s coming all over Minho’s chest, Kibum’s hand, and his own belly.

It goes on for a long time, and Taemin almost blacks out by the end of it. He’s panting, moaning and shaking, and it’s good that Kibum is right there behind him or he would have already collapsed.

“Hyung,” Taemin gasps brokenly, calling out to both his hyungs.

He wishes he could say more, thank the both of them for such an explosive climax, but all he can do is tilt his head back until he’s kissing Kibum - or rather, until Kibum is mercifully letting Taemin kiss him. This time around Minho doesn’t even grumble in annoyance; he just slides out of Taemin and starts stroking gently up and down Taemin’s arms, belly, thighs, waiting patiently until Taemin comes down from his high.

It’s only a long few moments later that Taemin looks down at Minho and discovers, with a certain amount of surprise, that he’s still hard and leaking.

Kibum must notice it at the same time, because he lets out a low huff of a chuckle against Taemin’s ear - Taemin shivers - and says, in a rough, hoarse voice that Taemin has never heard before and that makes his blood boil in spite of him just coming, “so damn stubborn.”   

“I promised,” Minho says, still regaining his breath. “I promised, Kibum-ah.”  

Taemin can tell just by the look in Minho’s eyes that that’s his cue to gracefully dismount from Minho’s lap. Slowly, on uneven knees, he moves out of his hyungs’ way; he lays by Minho’s side instead, still short on breath, desperate to watch, hoping to god that his hyungs will let him. 

He stares at Kibum’s nimble fingers as they roll the condom off Minho’s cock, and then dispose of it while Minho looks up at him imploringly. As soon as Kibum turns back in Minho’s direction, Minho lifts an arm up and cups Kibum’s cheek with his hand, guiding Kibum down at the same time as he himself surges up to kiss him.

Taemin is surprised to see how easily Kibum goes with it, meeting Minho halfway to kiss him softly, with a sort of gentleness and dedication that Taemin wasn’t expecting from him. Kibum’s hand crosses the entirety of Minho’s chest, strokes across the back of Minho’s neck, and goes to cup the back of Minho’s head protectively. Minho pants softly against Kibum’s lips, thumbing at the hems of Kibum’s shirt to wordlessly ask him to take if off.

When Kibum doesn’t quite get the hint - or, Taemin thinks, just pretends not to -, Minho leans away just to lift Kibum’s shirt up and trail wet kisses up his chest. Kibum chuckles and moves away just enough to take his shirt off, and goes back to kissing Minho just as soon as he’s done.

Taemin watches them, hypnotised by their movements; by how in-synch they are, by the looks they give one another. He forgets himself, staring at them dazed and wide-eyed while still trying to regain his breath, only mildly disappointed he couldn’t make Minho come when this is what he gets in exchange for a little blow to his pride.

Kibum bites at Minho’s lower lip, and that’s when Taemin knows - by experience - that things are going to heat up again straight away. Minho must know it too, and surely even better than Taemin does, because he moans softly against Kibum’s mouth and tries to chase his lips as Kibum leans away; but Kibum only smirks at him as he kneels in between Minho’s thighs, pushing Minho’s legs apart with a swift, confident motion.

“Taemin-ah, lube,” he orders. Taemin startles as he’s abruptly pulled out of his daze, and hurries to get him lube and condoms.

Kibum discards the condoms right away, with a little tsk . Minho hums softly in agreement. 

“I’m not going to last long,” Minho murmurs, as Kibum wets the fingers of his right hand with lube. Minho looks even more dazed than Taemin feels; his lower lip is wet and shiny, and Taemin realises only then how hard it must have been for Minho to thrust up into him with such ardour while simultaneously keeping himself from coming. “The moment you get your hand on me,” Minho warns, speaking softly, “I’m going to come right away.”

Kibum smirks. “Sure,” he says. At that, both Minho and Taemin look at him perplexedly; the tone Kibum used is no good, and Taemin almost feels himself go hard again at the mere thought of what promises it could carry.

Minho frowns. “Kibum-ah - ”

Kibum doesn’t let him finish; he bends down so that he can capture Minho’s lips in a bruising kiss, and reaches between Minho’s thighs so he can sink two of his fingers inside him on a very, very short notice.

Minho gasps hard against Kibum’s lips, head falling back to the pillow and Kibum giving chase to his mouth so as not to interrupt the kiss. Kibum hunches Minho’s leg up just like he did before, and thrusts deeper into him with his fingers; Minho groans and opens his mouth as if to say that -

“Taemin-ah, your hand,” Kibum commands, still against Minho’s lips, and Minho makes a sound as if he’s just been punched.

Taemin almost trips over himself with how eager he is to follow Kibum’s order. “Yes, hyung,” he says, breath shaking, as he barely takes the time to lick a broad stripe across his hand before he wraps it around Minho’s cock; Minho lets out a loud, desperate groan, and his hands grip the bed sheets so hard that his knuckles go white.

“Kim Kibum,” Minho calls, throwing his head all the further back, abs and jaw clenching as Taemin starts pumping him roughly and Kibum speeds up the motions of his fingers inside him. “Kibum, Kibum-ah.”

Kibum chuckles, amused by the desperate tone of warning in Minho’s voice. “What is it, jagiya?” he asks, with an airy and gentle tone of voice. “Didn’t you say you’d save it for me? I’m not done with you yet. Taeminie here is just giving me a,” he snorts, “hand. Can’t wait a few minutes more, baby?”

“Fucking hell,” Minho groans, turning his head and sinking it into the pillow as Kibum and Taemin move at the same rythm. Kibum gives Taemin a delighted, secretive smile, and Taemin’s breath catches in his own throat as he smiles back.

“What was that?” Kibum asks, enjoying the way Minho’s struggling way too much. “You want more? One more finger, honey?”

He doesn’t wait for Minho’s reply as he sinks back into Minho; still with two fingers, but changing the angle of his thrusts, and Minho wails . Then, being the mastermind he is even while being fucked into the mattress, Minho tries and changes strategy before it’s too late. 

“Taemin-ah,” he calls out, eyes squeezed closed as he lets out another moan, panting loudly against the pillow, “please - ”

Kibum’s hand darts up so fast it literally startles Taemin. It wraps around Minho’s chin, brings his head back to facing in his direction roughly; tugs it up by the chin at the same time Kibum dips down to press his own forehead against Minho’s and says, lowly, in a tone full of warning, “don’t you dare beg anyone but me.”

Kibum kisses Minho right after, hand still cupping his face hard as he bruises his lower lip with bites and kisses.

Taemin looks at them with eyes full of wonder, struggling to remember to keep stroking Minho’s length as he’s so caught up in watching them. Kibum leans away just to tilt Minho’s head slightly to the side, so he can bite at Minho’s jaw and throat as Minho can’t help but throw his head back again when Kibum pushes deeper, faster, mercilessly into him.

Taemin notices that Minho’s arms are shaking with the effort to keep himself from taking Taemin’s hand off him. It’s clear he still won’t let himself come for as long as Taemin is touching him; “I can’t - ” Minho gasps, “I’m going to - ”

Kibum slips out of him, and Minho clenches his teeth so hard and so loud Taemin worries he might have bitten his tongue for a long second.

“Go on, then,” Kibum cooes, proppings his hands - still sticky with lube - on his own hips. It might stain the jeans he’s still wearing, but (shockingly) he doesn’t seem to care. “Go on, Minho-yah,” he keeps goading him, “what’s keeping you?”

Minho’s thigh spasms around Kibum’s, still wrapped tightly around it as it is. “For god’s sake, Kibum-ah,” Minho pants, hoarse and pained, desperate for release. Taemin isn’t a cruel lover, but he’s just so fascinated with what is happening that he simply can’t stop stroking him. He’s hypnotised by the quick, desperate rise and fall of Minho’s chest, by the motions of his own hand up and down Minho’s cock, by the darkness of Kibum’s eyes and the way he moves, like a panther.

Kibum’s movements now are slow and deliberate, full of intent, and there’s so much controlled strenght in his every motion that, if he always fucks like this, and if Minho always fucks the way he fucked Taemin, Taemin can definitely see how they managed to stay together for all these years despite all their differences. He wonders, only now, if it was just sexual tension that at first kept them from becoming friends.

“Come on,” Kibum says, in an innocent voice, while his hand finds its way under the hem of Minho’s sweatshirt and disappears under the fabric. Taemin watches the ghost of his fingers move under the fabric; he sees them find one of Minho’s nipples, roll it in between their pads, pinch it roughly so that Minho is arching up and letting up a troathy, breathless groan. “Come on, Minho-yah, let go. Why won’t you let go?”

He twists his fingers inside Minho, who lets out another broken wail. “Need a little more encouragement?” Kibum continues, slipping out of him roughly and without notice. Minho lets out a moan like he’s just been punched. “Sure, baby,” Kibum hums, with a glint in his eye, “I’ll give it to you.”

Kibum slips back inside him with three fingers, and Minho’s whole body contracts as he lets out a sob.

Taemin watches, almost in shock, as Minho’s eyelashes flutter up and reveal Minho’s teary eyes; “Kibum-ah,” Minho calls out, choking on every syllable of his name. Kibum leans down, stroking the side of Minho’s face and neck as Minho’s whole body shakes with pleasure and effort. He slips out of him, and Minho whines under his breath.

“Still not coming?” Kibum asks, dropping a few kisses to Minho’s jaw and cheek while he gets rid of his own jeans. Kibum’s hand bumps against Taemin’s as he takes his jeans and boxers off, and the angle is awkward and Taemin’s own hand is growing tired, not to mention how wrecked Minho looks and sounds, but Taemin wishes this moment could never end. 

Perhaps, he thinks distantly, this makes him a terrible, evil maknae - but isn’t that old news?

Minho lets out a broken plea as soon as Kibum’s naked above him, and his arms immediately wrap around Kibum’s neck as Kibum leans down again. “What a good boy you are,” Kibum whispers into Minho’s ear, so low and hushed Taemin can barely hear him. Kibum cups Minho’s face gently in between his open hands, and Minho’s chest is still falling and rising quickly as Taemin keeps stroking him. “So good for me.”

“Kibum-ah, please,” Minho wails. “Please, please, please .”

Kibum smiles against Minho’s lips before he kisses him. “How can I resist when you ask so nicely?”

Taemin can tell just by the way Kibum’s hand reaches down to hunch Minho’s leg higher around his hip that Kibum is satisfied with what they’ve done so far, and that he’s going to reward Minho for his efforts now. Taemin takes his hand back and rests his head on the pillow, laying on his side and watching his hyungs in breathless anticipation, ready to enjoy the show.

Minho draws Kibum into him with shaking hands, cupping the back of his neck and stroking up his back as Kibum lubes himself up with his right hand while still kissing Minho. He keeps Minho’s leg propped up around his hip with his other hand, and then guides himself inside Minho with a slow, gentle thrust.

Minho gasps, and Kibum makes a low, appreciative noise. “Ah, so tight,” he says, against Minho’s lips. “Always so tight, Minho-yah.”

Minho lets out a low, breathless hum, and his gaze is soft and wet when his eyes meet Kibum’s.

Kibum kisses him deeply, gently, as he starts moving; he then tilts his head, sends a knowing grin Taemin’s way while he settles into a rhythm. “Wish Taeminie could feel how tight you are, too.”

Minho gasps, and protectively wraps both arms tight around Kibum’s shoulders at that; Kibum chuckles, kisses Minho’s cheek reassuringly, and says, “I’m joking, jagiya, joking.”

So this is where Minho-hyung’s limit’s at , Taemin thinks, mesmerised by the sight his hyungs make as Kibum rolls his hips into Minho and Minho arches up with Kibum’s every thrust. This is what Kibum meant, Taemin thinks, when he said - a long time ago, perhaps half a decade ago - that he loved how faithful Minho was.  

For a brief, fleeting moment, Taemin is desperately envious. But then his envy dissolves into thin air, and desperate fondness takes its place; his hyungs, who couldn’t stand to be in the same room for longer than a few minutes without starting an argument, loving one another to death now. Almost twenty years later.

When Taemin focuses back on his hyungs, Kibum’s peppering kisses all over Minho’s face as he presses deeper into him, faster , stealing the breath out of Minho’s lungs. Minho’s leaving half-moons all over Kibum’s back, eyes closed and lips parted as Kibum whispers something in his ear that Taemin can’t hear - that perhaps it’s meant to be a secret just between the two of them. 

It’s mesmerising, Taemin thinks, how the fingertips of Minho’s golden-skinned hand sink into Kibum’s porcelain skin, leaving imprints, leaving bruises, painting it red with desperate adoration, as -

“You can let go,” Kibum says, sounding suddenly choked, into Minho’s ear. “Come on, jagiya, come on - ”

Kibum reaches his climax with one last thrust of his hips, and Minho follows right behind.

Minho lets out a broken sob as he finally comes, and Taemin almost echoes it in solidarity; but then he sees just how gently Kibum is stroking Minho’s cheeks with both his thumbs as they come down from the high, still thrusting erratically into Minho as Minho’s come keeps tinting Kibum’s belly white, just how lovingly Minho’s brushing the hair out of Kibum’s eyes with shaking hands, and thinks - knows - that, of course , they will both be alright. 

They kiss, long and slow and passionate. And, even as his heart keeps hammering wildly into his chest, Taemin knows it’s time.

Time to wake up from this wonderful dream, and to treasure it forever as one of his best memories.

*

“This was so good,” Taemin says, a few minutes later, while he’s getting dressed. “You both were so amazing, hyung.”

Kibum’s laying in bed - in his and Minho’s bed , where they gave Taemin the best orgasm of his entire life - and watching him with sleepy eyes; but he’s awake and smiling, even as Minho naps on his chest after his impressive feats. Taemin suggested they woke him up just for the fun of it, but Kibum shook his head (even as he chuckled at the thought) and told him to let the poor boy rest.

“We had fun,” Kibum agrees, sounding calm and relaxed, like he’s talking about a karaoke night they spent together or a movie they watched together at the cinema.

His hand is stroking Minho’s hair, brushing it lovingly away from his forehead. Even in his sleep, Minho wraps his arms tight around Kibum’s waist; Taemin can almost see the ghost of his breath on Kibum’s collarbones, can almost feel the warmth of his body engulfing Kibum as they rest.

“We should do it again,” Taemin says, smiling innocently as he leans down towards Kibum. “Right?”

Kibum tilts his head at him, gaze gentle but scolding. “Didn’t I hear you make a promise, Taemin-ah?”

I promise , is what Taemin recalls saying, as his eyes widen. I promise if you kiss me now, I won’t kiss Kibum-hyung ever again.

Kibum’s hand cups Taemin’s cheek, strokes a thumb gently across it. “Right,” he nods gently, as if he can read his thoughts.

He draws Taemin into him, and kisses just the corner of his mouth. “Love you, Taemin-ah,” he says softly, as he leans away. He looks down to Minho’s head, where he’s still stroking his hair, and adds, “we both do.”

Despite everything, it takes just a moment for Taemin to smile back as he surges back up.

They share one last, secretive look, and then Taemin walks to the door; his heart feeling like it might burst right out of his chest, and his lips still carrying the ghosts of his hyungs’ kisses.

“I know,” he says, and he does. He does .

Taemin smiles, and leaves.