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Hyunjin brings it up as they’re having sex, Changbin slowly grinding into Hyunjin, his face burrowed in Hyunjin’s neck. He tries to hold back a moan. Hyunjin’s fingernails digging into Changbin’s back, as he whispers, “Can I ride you?”
Changbin nods hurriedly, pulling away from Hyunjin’s skin to make a noise of agreement. “Yes, baby, please.” He hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate, doesn’t want to admit how close he actually is. He loves sex like this-–lazy, morning sex that is more asleep than awake.
Hyunjin flips them over, pushes Changbin back when he tries to sit up to kiss Hyunjin. His movements are harsher than usual. Changbin gazes up at Hyunjin. He thinks he might be the luckiest man in the world, it’s been months now and he’s still ecstatic at being able to call Hyunjin his boyfriend, being able to reach over any time and grab Hyunjin’s hand, be able to wrap his arms around Hyunjin’s waist, being able to kiss Hyunjin whenever and wherever he wants (even if Hyunjin sometimes swats at him, pretends to be annoyed even while giggling).
Changbin loses himself in the feeling of Hyunjin on top of him. Riding him mercilessly, bouncing and grinding and taking his own pleasure, pushing Changbin away when he reaches for Hyunjin’s waist, for his cock. “Baby,” Changbin moans, it sounds more like a whine. He’s so close, but he needs to touch Hyunjin, needs to be pressed against Hyunjin.
“Binnie, baby,” Hyunjin murmurs, leaning over, mouthing at his neck. Changbin takes the opportunity to plant his feet on the bed, fucking up to Hyunjin to match his movements, as he hugs Hyunjin to him.
It’s Hyunjin’s next words that make him pause. His words are muffled against Changbin’s skin, but they reverberate in Changbin’s brain. Changbin isn’t sure he hears him correctly, hips stuttering. If it weren’t for Hyunjin grinding back on him he thinks he might have slipped out. “What?” The sound comes out half-broken as Hyunjin continues to ride him.
Hyunjin’s words though, seem to have some sort of effect on him, who is clearly moments away from coming, fucking himself on Changbin’s dick. “A threesome, wanna watch someone–fucking,” Hyunjin moans. “Someone fucking you.”
Changbin tries to fuck up to Hyunjin, tries to play along. Hyunjin is so clearly into the idea, blabbering as he kisses Changbin, half-words pressed into Changbin’s skin. “Wanna see you hold someone down, fuck into them harshly, wanna fuck them after, already stretched out from your cock. Please, baby. Binnie, Binnie.” He comes with one last moan, untouched. A loud drawn out whine as he grips on to Changbin’s arms, his movements still.
Changbin feels so far from his own release, unsure of where Hyunjin went, what Hyunjin meant. He slips out of Hyunjin and Hyunjin comes to, reaches back and grabs Changbin’s dick, jerking him off as he kisses him. It’s a testament of how well Hyunjin knows Changbin’s body, knows just how to get Changbin off, because Changbin comes easily, a weak whine leaving his lip as Hyunjin giggles above him, kissing him softly. His orgasm washing over him even as his heart stutters, brain frozen.
“Good, baby?” Hyunjin asks. He’s still sitting on Changbin, his come between them. His eyes are shiny, smile wide as he looks down at Changbin.
Changbin grabs onto Hyunjin’s waist. He’s aiming for a soft, gentle tone despite his own heartbeat racing, “The, the dirty talk, was that?” It’s difficult for him to even say the word threesome, the thought making his face red.
His words don’t exactly make sense, but Hyunjin seems to get him. Hesitation passing over his features as he slides off Changbin and flops down next to him on the bed. Hyunjin’s long hair fanning out around him. “Would you like that?”
Changbin doesn’t know how to answer. He wonders if maybe they shouldn’t be having this conversation naked. Hyunjin’s come is still on his stomach. Although, he’s not sure he would have ever thought about having a threesome with Hyunjin (or, really with any partner) at any moment so maybe the present is the best time. It’s not that the idea doesn’t sound somewhat appealing, it’s just that he’s always been a bit conservative when it comes to sex. Hadn’t even slept with Hyunjin until after a month of dating.
But. But he’d be willing to do almost anything for Hyunjin. And Hyunjin had been so clearly into the idea. So he nods, then hesitates. Hyunjin watches him carefully, letting him move through his thoughts.
“We would talk about it? About boundaries?” He’s not sure he would be okay with someone else fucking Hyunjin, but maybe him and Hyunjin sharing someone. He thinks he could do that.
Hyunjin nods encouragingly, smiling.
“You tell me,” Changbin says, trying to encourage Hyunjin.
Hyunjin’s ears turn pink, eyes straying from Changbin to the ceiling. His voice is jumbled, words tumbling out as he says, “I like the thought of–of having someone fuck you? And like just watching?”
Changbin can feel his face flush. His heart beats in his ears. Hyunjin tops him often, but there’s an emotional connection there, the thought of someone else seeing him like that, so vulnerable makes him want to hide. Although the thought of Hyunjin getting off on it, watching and controlling as someone else took Changbin apart also makes his dick twitch. He tucks that knowledge into his back pocket for some other time. “Maybe. I want you to join too. Not sure, maybe not for our first time?” Changbin hopes he’s not overpromising, the mention of a first time implies a second time, which could imply a third and so on. He’s barely even trying to wrap his head around the idea.
Hyunjin looks over at him and nods, eyes wide.“Yes, yes, okay. Us together then? Fucking someone?”
Changbin feels his chest relax as he nods.
Hyunjin smiles at Changbin’s confirmation. “I think someone we both know–someone we can agree too.” Hyunjin bites his lip, worrying it between his lips. Changbin reaches over, presses his fingers to Hyunjin’s lip before his teeth break skin. Hyunjin smiles at him sweetly, reaching out to hold the finger that had pressed against his lip moments earlier. “I’ve been with couples before, as a stranger, and it’s a bit odd sometimes. So someone we know.”
Changbin’s stomach twists at the thought of Hyunjin with a faceless couple, feeling like the odd one out. He wraps his hand around Hyunjin’s, squeezing it. “A friend then.” He’d meant it as a question, but it comes out more assured than he feels.
Hyunjin though, seems to understand, because he nods, squeezes Changbin’s hand back.
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They talk about it some more, going through almost all of their friends to decide. They bring it up openly, half-planning it. It eases Changbin. Almost makes him excited. It helps that almost every suggestion ends with them fucking. It’s a bit like a game, thinking through the scenarios.
Hyunjin suggests Minho first, but then hesitates, shakes his head. Shamelessly says, “Would rather have him fuck you.” Changbin tries not to blush, instead shoots him down, citing that Jisung would kill them both even though the thought of Minho fucking him is somewhat appealing (although, privately, he thinks he could fuck Minho just as well, he’s not too picky). Hyunjin pauses, nods, crosses out Jisung from their mental list as well after he laments that Jisung would be a perfect, service bottom, giggling as Changbin grimaces. It doesn’t stop them from bringing it up during sex, Hyunjin fucking into Changbin harshly, pushing him down as he whispers filthy things into his ear, calls him a slut as he comes inside of him. Changbin blushes the next time he sees Minho, can’t make straight eye contact lest he pop a boner or say something stupid.
Hyunjin mentions Bang Chan in passing and Changbin feels himself cringe. Can’t imagine having sex with Chan, well he can. But. Hyunjin bites his lip when Changbin says no, nods slowly and then says, “Maybe you’re right, I think it would be better if he fucked you.” Changbin laughs even as he turns red, it’s as if Hyunjin had read his mind. It doesn’t stop him from teasing Hyunjin for being obsessed with having others fuck him and Hyunjin nods, eagerly grabbing Changbin’s ass. “Just want to show everyone you have the perfect little hole.” Changbin recoils at the dirty talk as Hyunjin bursts out laughing. They end up having giggly sex on the couch, both of them too lazy to do much more than jerk each other off.
Changbin brings up Felix first. Thinks that maybe Felix would be the perfect third (despite Hyunjin’s earlier assertions that Jisung would be the perfect third). But Hyunjin hesitates, cites the fact that Felix and Hyunjin had once upon a time hooked up and had agreed to never revisit that. So Changbin pushes on. He brings up Wooyoung, which Hyunjin instantly shoots down, a dark look crossing his eyes. Changbin tries to pretend the thought of Hyunjin being jealous (even if misguided) didn’t make his chest inflate just a little. “Seungmin?” he asks, redirecting Hyunjin. It’s a bit of a throwaway, only to move on from Wooyoung. So it’s a surprise when Hyunjin pauses for a moment before nodding, kissing Changbin sweetly in agreement. It’s not until after sex, after Changbin had fucked Hyunjin so slowly until fat tears had rolled down Hyunjin’s cheeks, that they agree to reach out to Seungmin.
🌟🌟
The first step is simply asking Seungmin. Changbin keeps getting too in his head about it. Hyunjin, though, almost physically shakes from excitement whenever it comes up. So Changbin easily agrees with Hyunjin’s plan–the three of them, a dinner (at a local barbeque spot), and lots of beer. A mini-date for a proposition.
It takes more effort than it should to get Seungmin to agree to a free dinner with just the two of them. At first, he had confirmed dinner for both him and Felix, until Hyunjin texts him point blank that Felix is not invited, that they have something to discuss with him. Changbin can almost hear Seungmin’s eye roll through his text as he finally agrees.
Changbin wishes they had set the dinner for the weekend, but Thursday was the only day that worked for all three of them and they had all agreed to just meet after work. He’s also not sure how much more he can wait, the anxiety building every day.
He’s nervous as he orders three beers waiting for Hyunjin and Seungmin to arrive, praying it’s Hyunjin that arrives first. They’d been too busy in the morning to talk about it before they’d each gone to work, and his nerves had been on edge the whole day despite Hyunjin sending him reassuring texts throughout the day. He’s a bit scared that Seungmin will turn them down (in fact, he knows there’s a very, very high possibility Seungmin will turn them down), wishes they had chosen a stranger instead. There’s something vulnerable about asking a friend to have sex with them, especially in this context. He doesn’t think Seungmin will necessarily make fun of them even if he turns them down (or at least, he’ll tease, but not seriously, not in a mean way). He thinks Seungmin is a safe choice even if he says no, won’t go and tell all their friends. But still, he’s nervous, leg bouncing as he watches the restaurant’s door.
Seungmin is the first to show up. Sliding into a seat across from Changbin and taking a sip of the beer that Changbin offers him. He’s dressed down. He had clearly gone home after work before wandering back out to meet them. He’s wearing a plain black t-shirt and black sweats. Changbin feels overdressed in his blue button down and trousers, having come straight from work.
“Felix is mad he was uninvited,” Seungmin says as an opening. Doesn’t bother with pleasantries as he starts marking what meat to order on one of the paper menus.
“He was never invited,” Changbin says. He makes a mental note though to text Felix later, invite him for dinner some other time.
Seungmin shrugs, “We live together, when you invite me, you invite him.”
“It’s not like you two are dating,” Changbin says, tone perhaps snippier than he intended. “You’re roommates.”
Seungmin shrugs non-committedly. “I’m just telling you.”
Changbin breathes out of his nose, reaching over to take the paper menu where Seungmin has chosen the meat for grilling, scanning over his choices.
“Are you nervous, hyung?” Seungmin says after Changbin gives the order to their waiter. He’s thinking of texting Hyunjin when the waiter sets down the meat.
“Hm?” Changbin looks over at Seungmin, who is leaning over the table, his chin in his hand as he looks at Changbin closely. His stare is a bit unnerving, wide puppy-dog eyes twinkling with mischief.
“You keep shaking your leg,” Seungmin says.
Changbin stills. “Just. Wondering about Hyunjin.” He glances at the time on his phone again, wonders if he should be getting worried. Can’t remember if Hyunjin is usually this late.
“Oh,” Seungmin leans back, smiles. “I thought you were nervous about asking me to fuck you.” Changbin’s blood goes cold, he feels a strange ringing in his ears as Seungmin laughs. “Or sorry, I guess more you fucking me?” He takes a sip of his beer.
Changbin kicks him under the table gently, and Seungmin laughs, catching Changbin’s foot with his own legs, essentially forcing them to play footsie. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he hisses, glancing around the restaurant as he pulls his foot away with more force than necessary, Seungmin easily releasing his ankle. It suddenly occurs to him that maybe they shouldn’t have chosen a public place to have this conversation.
Seungmin laughs again. “I’m kidding. Or, not really.”
Hyunjin chooses that moment to slide into the seat next to Changbin. He’s out of breath, his forehead slightly sweaty as he slides off his blazer, reaches for the beer glass that’s dotted in condensation. “It’s boiling outside, and stupid ass–”
“Did you tell Seungmin?” Changbin asks in greeting.
Hyunjin takes a gulp of his beer, eyes going wide as he meets Changbin’s gaze. His face flushes pink as he sets down his glass. “I’m sorry, baby, I just, you were so nervous.” Hyunjin brushes his hair out of his face, tying it back as he looks over at Seungmin, glaring. “You were supposed to wait for me.”
Seungmin shrugs, “You were late.”
And suddenly Changbin feels like maybe the dinner is for him. He’s a bit hesitant as he watches Seungmin start to grill the meat.
Hyunjin turns to him, leaning over to cuddle up to Changbin. Seungmin ignores them as Hyunjin murmurs into his arm, “Seungmin wanted to cancel so I had to bribe him with something to come here. And you were nervous, I just figured it might be easier if I just did it. Since this, is you know, mostly for me.”
Changbin’s heart tugs, his face burning in shame. “Baby,” he leans down. He feels a bit off-kilter, but he’s mostly upset that he’s been so transparent in his own hesitation. That he’s made Hyunjin feel like this is just for Hyunjin. That he’s not into it. And although there is hesitation, it’s not just for Hyunjin. Because the thought of Hyunjin being into it, of Hyunjin wanting this, and wanting to share this with Changbin makes Changbin’s heart soar (and maybe just as importantly, his dick hard). He doesn’t want Hyunjin to feel any shame around anything he wants. “I want this, it’s just new to me.” He kinda wishes Seungmin wasn’t across from them, probably listening in even as he pretends he isn’t. Kinda wishes they weren’t in public so he could kiss Hyunjin silly.
Hyunjin’s smile is enough though, squeezing Changbin’s thigh as he sits back up.
Seungmin pushes a plate of grilled meat towards them, and they start eating, a comfortable silence falling over the table. It’s not until the flame on the grill has gone down, as they sit back with a second round of beer, that Seungmin sighs dramatically, “You didn’t ask, but I said yes, by the way.” He’s looking at Changbin in that same intense way. He looks between Hyunjin and Changbin, as he adds, “Actually, I was hoping it’d be today. Even prepped myself and everything.”
Hyunjin chokes on his drink and Changbin reaches over, pats his back. He can feel his own face turning red at Seungmin’s words.
“I mean, if it’s not going to happen tonight, can we like schedule it?” Seungmin takes out his phone.
“We’re not scheduling sex with you,” Hyunjin hisses.
Seungmin looks up from his phone, but before he can say anything, Changbin surprises himself by nodding. “Today. Right now.”
Hyunjin looks over at him, Changbin doesn’t miss the way Hyunjin’s eyes darken. Seungmin grins.
🌟🌟
They’re a bit awkward, had wandered into the bedroom with no real tact. Hyunjin had shut the door, and Changbin and Hyunjin are kind of just standing there. The room almost looks different to Changbin, the anticipation of what they’re about to do hanging heavily in the air.
Seungmin sits on the bed, he has a glass of wine that Changbin is worried he’ll spill on their white carpet. Hyunjin might be thinking the same, because he takes Seungmin’s glass, gulps down the wine as he grimaces and sets the glass on their dresser, far away from their bed.
Seungmin smiles, watching them. His eyes are sparkly, he’s visibly delighted at their discomfort, seemingly so sure of himself. “How are we doing this?”
“I thought you had prepped yourself?” Changbin mutters before he can stop himself, his whole face heating up. He hates to admit how hot he finds the thought of Seungmin somewhere (probably his own bed, or maybe the shower), spread out and fingering himself. Or maybe he’d used a toy, had fucked himself in preparation of tonight. onders then if maybe they can squeeze it into this time, if Seungmin would let them finger him. Would like to do it together, with Hyunjin he thinks. He hopes next time they can prep him themselves. Changbin pauses then, blushes at the fact that his brain is once again going to a next time when there’s no next time . Not yet.
Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes,” he flaps his hand dismissively. “But like why don’t you two kiss a little, get the mood started?” He’s clearly teasing, a smile in the corner of his lips.
They hadn’t talked about this–about boundaries. Would he be allowed to kiss Seungmin? Does Hyunjin want to kiss Seungmin? Had Seungmin done this before? Hyunjin must feel his distress because he reaches over, and listens to Seungmin, kisses Changbin sweetly, chaste even. Once, twice. Finishes it off with a loud smack of his lips before he turns to Seungmin, sits next to him on the bed and kisses him. It’s not chaste, it’s filthy. Hyunjin tumbling on top of Seungmin and licking into his mouth, a clear moan escaping Seungmin as he reaches up and holds on to Hyunjin’s hips. Changbin watches for a moment, thinks he’d like to see this more often. Something about watching Hyunjin lose himself, take what he needs, makes his head spin.
Changbin steps towards the bed as Hyunjin pulls up for air, lips wet and pink. Changbin wonders if Seungmin is a good kisser. Hyunjin’s eyes are filled with lust as he looks over at Changbin, Seungmin under him breathing heavily. Hyunjin grabs Changbin’s shirt, tugs him forward and kisses him just as harshly. He bites his lower lip, sucks Changbin’s tongue before pulling away, “Take this off.”
Changbin does as he’s told under Hyunjin and Seungmin’s careful watch. Unbuttons his shirt and takes off his white undershirt. “You, both too.” He mumbles when he realizes he’s the only one with his shirt off. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate, takes off his t-shirt in one quick swoop and sits back, letting Seungmin push himself up and take off his shirt too. Hyunjin watches Changbin for a moment, hand reaching over and trailing over Changbin’s bicep before it falls away. He turns back to Seungmin, kisses down his throat, his chest, sucks on a nipple, kisses down the planes of his stomach. It’s purposeful, eyes wandering over to Changbin, to make sure he’s watching.
“Can I suck you off?” Hyunjin’s already tugging Seungmin’s sweatpants off, knows the answer even as Seungmin nods. “Or do you want Changbinnie hyung to?”
Seungmin moans as Hyunjin palms him through his briefs, teasingly. “Both, want both of you.” he manages to choke out, reaching down to still Hyunjin’s movements.
“Greedy.” But Hyunjin reaches for Changbin, pulling him towards the bed. Seungmin lays back, giving them enough room to kneel over him. Changbin lets Hyunjin take the lead, watches as Seungmin’s eyes flutter close, his chest heaving as Hyunjin makes obscene noises, gags himself on Seungmin’s cock. Changbin isn’t sure who he’s more jealous of, doesn’t have time to contemplate it before Hyunjin pulls off, “Baby.” Changbin kneels next to him, kisses Hyunjin’s lips and then watches Seungmin as he leans over, kisses Seungmin’s thigh, peppering kisses. He thinks he’d like to mark him sometime. Changbin breathes in the scent of Seungmin, licks a stripe up his dick.
Seungmin pushes himself up on his elbows, his eyes dark as he watches Changbin take him, “Stop teasing.” His voice is harsh. It’s bratty in the same way Hyunjin sometimes gets. Changbin frowns a bit, pulls off Seungmin’s dick and Seungmin whines, reaches down to grab on to Changbin’s hair and force his mouth back onto his dick. Changbin moves away, shoves his hands away.
Hyunjin laughs as Changbin says, “Be good.”
“Then stop teasing,” Seungmin whines again, grabbing his own cock.
Changbin rolls his eyes, but takes Seungmin into his mouth again. He feels Hyunjin reach over to their bedside table, probably grabbing lube and condoms. He tries to focus on Seungmin. He knows he’s not as good as Hyunjin at this, his gag-reflex much more sensitive, can only take about half of Seungmin’s length before tears spring to his eyes. Seungmin though seems to be enjoying it, if the way his thighs keep twitching under Changbin’s hands are any indication. He’s vocal, little noises falling out of his mouth.
Changbin pulls off Seungmin’s dick, spreads Seungmin’s legs to press a single finger against his rim. Seungmin hisses even as he presses down on to Changbin’s finger, almost sucking him in.
“Can I taste you?” Changbin says. Seungmin nods, another whine leaving his mouth as Hyunjin replaces Changbin’s mouth. Llicks a stripe up Seungmin’s dick, sucking him lazily. Changbin presses lower, rearranges himself so he’s laying on his stomach between Seungmin’s legs. He watches Hyunjin for a moment before leaning in, kissing Seungmin’s hole. Seungmin’s leg kicks in reflex and Changbin holds on to it, forcing him still as he presses his tongue against his rim.
If Hyunjin is the better of the two of them at sucking dick, then Changbin knows he’s better at doing this; presses his tongue into Seungmin’s hole. He’s spent countless hours with Hyunjin sitting on his face, blabbering and crying and riding his tongue. So he’s confident as he licks into Seungmin, pushes his tongue past the ring of muscle.
Changbin loses himself in the taste. Seungmin must have used flavored lube earlier when he’d prepped himself because he tastes like artificial strawberries and soap. It’s maybe a strange combination, but Changbin loves it, loves the noises that keep coming from Seungmin. Even lets Seungmin wrap his thighs around Changbin’s back, forcing him to keep eating him out, nowhere to go. Not that he wants to go anywhere. He wonders if he could just do this, fuck Seungmin with his tongue until he comes, and then have Hyunjin ride his face. He presses his cock against the mattress.
It’s not until Hyunjin is reaching over for him, pulling Changbin up and away from Seungmin’s hole and kissing him harshly, that Changbin recognizes how close Seungmin must have been because he’s whining still, tears in his eyes, his bottom lip in his mouth as he scrambles to reach for his hole, one of his own fingers slipping in as his eyes slide close.
“Fuck.” Seungmin’s messy moans, the way he looks completely debauched, naked laying before them makes Changbin’s stomach twist. Instead, Changbin turns toward Hyunjin kisses him sweetly. Hyunjin reaches over for Changbin’s belt and Changbin realizes he’s still in his stupid dress pants and he scrambles to take them off. Hyunjin must have lost his own pants some time ago because he’s naked as well.
“Can I fuck you?” Changbin is surprised by how fucked out his voice sounds, hoarse. He’s looking down at Seungmin, but Seungmin’s eyes are still close and Hyunjin reaches over, pinches Seungmin’s thigh.
“Are you good, baby?” Hyunjin looks down at Seungmin with so much care, raking his fingers through Seungmin’s sweaty hair.
Seungmin nods. “So good,” he babbles. Then as if registering Changbin’s question he nods again, “Yes, please. Fuck me.”
It takes everything in Changbin to not just pull Seungmin to him and fuck into him. Instead he’s gentle, grabbing the lube that Hyunjin passes to him and coating his fingers. He warms up the lube before he pushes a finger gently into Seungmin and Seungmin looks up at him, his eyes are huge and needy, even as he says, “For the love of god, please just put your dick inside of me.”
Hyunjin laughs even as Changbin bristles. “You really are a brat, you know.”
Seungmin manages to stick his tongue out before Changbin sticks in two more fingers in, his movements harsher. Seungmin flops back, moans. Changbin presses into Seungmin, the heat of him almost too much, he feels so soft and pliant. Seungmin can’t do much else other than lay there, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Changbin nudges against his prostate.
Hyunjin rolls a condom on to Changbin’s dick, squeezing the base and gently guiding him forward. Seungmin pushes himself up on his elbows, watching as Hyunjin lines Changbin up, pushes Changbin in. Changbin thinks he blacks out for a second. Somehow, despite all the prepping, Seungmin is still so tight, the heat of him enveloping Changbin. Seungmin hooks his legs around Changbin’s thighs, pulls him forward so Changbin’s balls hit his skin, a choked out moan leaving Changbin’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Seungmin breathes. “Please, move.” All of the brattiness seems to have left him, a quiet desperation coating his voice. Hyunjin moves up the bed towards Seungmin’s head and places Seungmin’s head in his lap, fingers scratching at Seungmin’s scalp as he watches Changbin fuck into Seungmin.
Changbin thinks he can come just from the way Hyunjin is looking at him. Desire so clearly on his features, as if he could eat Changbin alive.
Seungmin below him is writhing, begging for more, words shaped into incomprehensible sentences. He tries to hit Seungmin’s prostate with every thrust. His dick grinding in, pressing against Seungmin
“Suck him off,” the words are for Seungmin, even as he looks at Hyunjin, indicating what he wants. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate, moves away from Seungmin, replaces his thighs with a pillow to prop Seungmin slightly up before the head of his cock is tapping at Seungmin’s lips. Seungmin’s mouth falls open, eyes fluttering close as Hyunjin starts taking, fucking Seungmin’s mouth. His movements are harsher than Changbin himself prefers, but Seungmin seems to like it, his dick leaking pre-cum as he reaches over and holds on to Hyunjin’s thigh, grounding himself. Changbin stills his own movements, making sure he’s flushed against Seungmin as he grinds in, tries not to lose himself in the feeling of Seungmin around him.
It’s the sight of Hyunjin throwing his head back, lost in his own bliss, fingers threading into Seungmin’s hair, burying himself in Seungmin’s mouth that pushes Changbin closer to the edge. His movements sloppy as he fucks into Seungmin, looking for his own release. Seungmin moans, pulls off Hyunjin as he gasps, “There, fuck, hyung. Right there. Make me come, please fuck me, use me, use me, use me.”
Changbin gasps, watches as Hyunjin grabs Seungmin’s head harshly, pushes his cock into Seungmin’s mouth so his words are muffled. It’s all Changbin needs as his orgasm crashes into him, feels Seungmin almost milk him dry by how he clenches around him. It takes all his strength to not just flop onto Seungmin’s body as he comes down from his orgasm.
“Fuck,” it’s Hyunjin’s gasp as he pushes Seungmin away, even as Seungmin attempts to hold on, to keep Hyunjin’s dick in his mouth. Hyunjin grabs Changbin and kisses him sloppily. Changbin slips out of Seungmin and Seungmin hisses, then gasps as Hyunjin’s fingers replace Changbin’s cock.
“Hyune,” Seungmin gasps, his legs moving to fuck himself down on Hyunjin’s fingers. It’s different seeing this side of Hyunjin, so strangely possessive, a bit harsh and mean in his movements as he taps Seungmin’s hip, helps Seungmin rearrange himself so that he’s on his knees, ass in the air, and face resting on his forearms, looking back at Hyunjin. Changbin sits back a little, his body exhausted as he watches Hyunjin slide into Seungmin easily, the both of them gasping. Hyunjin doesn’t wait very long before he’s fucking into Seungmin, his pace almost relentless, pulling on Seungmin’s hair and forcing him up. Seungmin’s eyes are wide open, drool collects at the corner of his mouth and Changbin crawls up the bed, rearranges himself so he can lean over, kiss Seungmin softly. Seungmin whines into his mouth, high-pitched.
“Such a good boy,” Hyunjin murmurs, nails digging into Seungmin’s back. Changbin thinks he might disagree, remembers how bratty Seungmin was. “Taking my cock like a little cock sleeve, just a toy for us to use.”
“Yes, yes,” Seungmin murmurs, lips pressed against Changbin’s lips. “Yours, yours. Just for you.”
Changbin pretends that doesn’t make his dick twitch, instead kisses Seungmin with slightly more intent, letting Seungmin lead. Seungmin bites Changbin’s lip, and Changbin pulls away, feels the distinct taste of blood in his mouth, watches as Seungmin falls forward, wholly unsupported. The bite must have been a reflex, because he’s writhing as if possessed, even as Hyunjin holds him down, fucks him as Seungmin lets out high-pitched whines, his orgasm running through his body until he flops down, stills.
Hyunjin fucks into a pliant, weightless Seungmin before he pulls out, tears off his condom and comes all over Seungmin’s ass, eyes rolling back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seungmin rolls over, so he’s on his back, little care for the fact that Hyunjin’s come is now between him and the sheets, that he’s laying on his own come. His skin is blotchy and sweaty, lips bright red as he laughs slightly out of breath. He looks up at Changbin, “Did I bite you? Sorry.” He reaches up and delicately touches Changbin’s cheek.
“It’s fine,” Changbin murmurs, flopping down onto the bed, he reaches over and runs a hand through Seungmin’s sweaty hair. Seungmin lets him for a few seconds before he moves away, pushes Changbin’s hand away, laughing.
Hyunjin giggles, flops on Seungmin’s other side and throws an arm around Seungmin despite his protests. All three too exhausted to clean up, to care for the moment. “That was fun.”
Seungmin sits up after a while, groans. “Can one of you carry me to the shower?” he glances at Changbin.
Changbin closes his eyes, pretends he didn’t hear. Seungmin pushes against his arm. “What are your muscles for? Carry me.”
“Shower later,” Changbin groans. He feels exhausted. Hyunjin seems almost half asleep and Changbin knows he should be getting up, drag both of them into the shower, change the sheets, shower himself (join them if he can), maybe order some food before passing out. It’s Hyunjin's own movements trying to tug Seungmin back down that spur Changbin up. Knows his window of opportunity is closing before Hyunjin actually falls asleep and is dead to the world. Doesn’t actually want to sleep on come stained sheets.
“Hyunjinnie,” Changbin says, even as he pulls Seungmin up. He knows it was maybe meant as a joke, but he tries not to think too much as he carries Seungmin into their bathroom, turning on the shower and depositing him in the shower. Seungmin laughs teases Changbin about his vanity muscles even as he grips on to a bicep, fingernail tracing something on Changbin’s arm. Seungmin holds on to the shower wall, trying to support himself, he looks like a newborn deer, unbalanced even as he laughs, sighs contentedly as the steam falls around him. Changbin’s own legs feel like jelly.
Hyunjin is breathing evenly when he gets back into the bedroom, a clear sign he’s more than halfway asleep and Changbin shakes him awake. Hyunjin looking blearily around the room, trying to sit up. “Did Seungmin leave?”
“He’s in the shower,” Changbin says, pushing Hyunjin’s hair back.
Hyunjin hums, wraps his arms around Changbin’s neck and pulls him down, kisses him lazily. “Binnie, my baby, so good for me.” Changbin flushes.
“Did you have fun?” he asks, voice soft.
Hyunjin nods happily, kisses Changbin again before he lets his arms drop, releases Changbin. “Thank you, baby.”
“I love you, you know,” Changbin says.
Hyunjin nods, a small smile on his face. “I know.”
“I wanted this, too.” Changbin says, just in case that wasn’t clear. “I love you, and I want to explore this with you–whatever you want, whatever you need.”
“Yeah?” Hyunjin’s voice is small, hesitant.
“I don’t want you to hide from me,” Changbin says. He hopes his sincerity is clear.
Hyunjin nods, smiles, reaches up and kisses him again, this time harshly, licking over the bite from earlier, Changbin hisses from the pain, pulls away slightly and presses a fingertip to his lip. Hyunjin laughs, high and tinkling and Changbin can’t help but grin. Reaches down and pinches Hyunjin’s thigh. “Go shower.”