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Sunoo hates crying with a passion. It’s annoying, his face gets red and puffy at the slightest bit of tears, and even though Jungwon tells him he’s pretty all the time, he feels like a mess every time it happens.
He’s had a horrible day today. Things have gone wrong left and right—his magic isn’t working with him, and he keeps shorting things out at the office. His powers have been haywire since Jungwon moved in, never quite settling down from their burst of sensitivity at the enormity of Sunoo’s feelings. It’s not usually a problem, but today it gets him reamed by his boss for forty minutes. He knows he should go home, put his work away for the day and see his boyfriend, but instead he’s sobbing in the bathroom while on the phone with Jay.
Somehow, after their impromptu phone sex incident, Jay and Sunoo have only grown closer. They’d gone to dinner that night at Sunghoon and Jay’s, and the mood had been surprisingly light, all of them playful with each other. And when Jay had gone into the kitchen, asking for Sunoo’s help, he’d gone.
“You’re not gonna get weird on us now, right?” Jay asks, handing Sunoo some side dishes to carry into the dining room. Sunoo is focusing on not dropping them, balancing them in his arms carefully, and hums into the quiet kitchen. He can hear Sunghoon and Jungwon still bickering in the bedroom, and rolls his eyes to himself fondly. “The whole sex thing, I mean. We’re still cool, right?”
And if Sunoo didn’t know any better, if he hadn’t spent months studying Jay’s face and the little details it holds every time they’re together, he wouldn’t know what the unreadable look he gets means. He’d probably assume that Jay is panicking, but he does know better. Knows all of his friends like the back of his hand, easy as breathing. He knows Jay is just looking out for him.
“I’m not gonna get weird,” he pouts, and Jay breaks into a teasing grin. “I can sleep with my friends and be normal about it.” He pointedly ignores the fact that he never has before. Jay’s grin widens.
“Ah, but we haven’t even slept together yet, Sunoo-yah,” Jay simpers, affecting a coy look and batting his lashes at Sunoo. Sunoo rolls his eyes, that comfortable light feeling wriggling its way under his ribs again. He can’t help the stupid, helpless grin that slides onto his face. And then Jay speaks again. “Save that speech for after Sunghoon rails you, okay?”
Sunoo chokes, smile dropping and reddening all the way down to his chest. He stands there for an awkward second, before going and depositing the dishes on the dinner table. He stands there for a second too, and turns around to walk back into the kitchen slowly. Jay is watching him, dark eyes full of interest.
“I’m serious, by the way.” Sunoo tilts his head to the side, waiting for Jay to continue. “If that’s something you want, you just have to ask. I’ve seen the way you look at us, Sun-ah.”
Sunoo tries his hardest not to be embarrassed by that, truly and honestly tries, but it’s hard with the way his eyes shake, desperately wanting to tear them away from Jay’s gaze. It pierces through him, makes him feel naked in a way he’s not used to. Jay grins at him handsomely, before settling his face into something more gentle.
Something in Sunoo’s heart flutters in contentment. He feels safe under Jay’s watchful eyes, feels like he can be honest here, can say what he wants. And what he wants, so desperately, is to be close to Sunghoon and Jay. He doesn’t know which way he means that yet, though.
“Yea,” he says. “I’ll let you know, hyung.”
Jay just continues smiling at him sweetly. “You can let me know anything, Sunoo. I’m always here for you.”
And he has been, Sunoo thinks a little miserably as he sniffles into the phone. His face is crumped, wet with tears running freely as he tries to be quiet in the empty bathroom. Jay is talking to him in one ear, voice tinny as it filters through.
“Just breathe, Sunoo-yah.” Sunoo has the brief thought that he should’ve called Jungwon instead, but he knows his boyfriend is still working. “And just think, it’s almost the weekend, right? So it’s not like this is forever. Do you want me to bring you dinner?”
Sunoo cries harder.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Okay, that’s it, I’m coming to pick you up. Grab your stuff, I’ll text Jungwon.” And Sunoo stifles his next noise, heart clenching at Jay’s no-nonsense tone. They’ve been on the phone for about ten minutes now, Jay’s babbling a balm to Sunoo’s frayed nerves. He’s still crying, still snuffling into the sleeve of his shirt, eyes rimmed red and sensitive—but he wipes his face with his dry sleeve and breathes shakily into the phone.
“Okay, hyung.”
Sunoo packs his belongings into his shoulder bag; phone, laptop and sparse amount of food he’d brought along this morning fit neatly into their pockets. Siyeon slides over to his desk while he’s stuffing some papers in his bag, her doe eyes wetter than usual and frown in place as she takes in Sunoo’s state.
“Sunoo-yah,” she says quietly. He looks up into her eyes and the bridge of his nose stings, as though the tears are ready to cascade again. Siyeon is holding out her phone, open to LINE, and he stares at her for a moment before she presses it forward into his face again. “If you ever need someone to talk to.” And Sunoo is struck for the second time today with some weird warmth in his chest, heart burning hotly at his friends’ actions. He smiles and takes Siyeon’s phone, adding his ID.
“Thank you.” It’s simple, but it’s enough.
She smiles widely back at him, movements giddy and loose. Sunoo grins at her, understanding the feeling. She waves at him as she steps away, telling him she’ll be heading home too, and he tells her to have a goodnight. Someone new is in his corner now, and it fills him with a feeling he can’t name.
When Jay finally arrives, Sunoo has long since stopped crying. He’s tapping through the apps on his phone mindlessly, when Jay’s ridiculously large minivan pulls up outside the building. Sunoo smiles weakly at him through the window, waving at him before approaching.
He gets in, closes the door, and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting the quiet of the car envelop him. He almost feels the weird urge to cry again, emotions a mess of live wires, but he’s embarrassed enough at this point to hold it back. Jay drops a hand on his shoulder, and when Sunoo looks at him, there’s a warm smile on his face. He ticks a corner of his mouth up. He’s glad to have Jay.
“Thanks for coming to get me.” Jay waves him off, smile still in place. Sunoo switches gears. “So what’s for dinner, hyung?”
“Ah, I know that’s what you really wanted to ask, brat. You’ll find out when we get there.”
✿
The four of them—Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon—are drunk on the couch a few hours later, when the topic of sex comes up again.
“And I’m saying, the superior sex is drunk sex. It’s messy, it feels good—and Sunghoon does this thing with his tongue when he’s drunk that—”
“Stop spilling all my secrets, Jay-ah.”
“The best sex is morning sex,” Jungwon argues. He’s swaying a little bit, turned to the side to engage with Jay and Sunghoon. “It can be whatever you want: lazy, active, under the covers, in the kitchen, whatever.”
“That’s not morning sex, Won-ah. That’s just sex that happens in the morning.” Jay is tossing popcorn towards his mouth and missing terribly. Mostly, they’re landing on Sunghoon, whose lap he’s sitting on at one end of the couch. Sunghoon winces when one plops onto his forehead.
“God, fucking—Jay-ah, stop!” There’s a small slapfight, loose limbs flailing. Sunoo tilts his head in amusement. “Christ.”
Sunghoon looks across the couch down to the floor, where Sunoo sits in front of Jungwon’s legs. Sunoo feels a tiny, barely-there shiver down his spine, like he often does these days when Sunghoon looks at him directly. Sunghoon smirks, and Sunoo feels a tightness low in his belly.
“What about you, Sunoo-yah? What’s your favorite type of sex?”
Sunoo hesitates, mouth clamped shut. Sunghoon’s smile doesn’t dim; he just waits, oh so patiently, for Sunoo to speak. And Sunoo can’t take that pressure, so he looks to Jungwon quickly. Jungwon raises a brow at him, but answers.
“He likes it from behind. That’s what we usually do.” God, Sunoo doesn’t know why he’s so embarrassed, it’s literally a true fact. But the way Jay and Sunghoon cut their gazes to him, like they’re thinking about it—imagining it—is making him feel lightheaded.
“Ever tried riding someone, Sunoo?” It’s Jay who asks, face contemplative like the answer truly matters to him. Sunoo shrugs, feeling overwhelmed.
“No, never.”
The smile Sunghoon gives him makes him want to curl into Jungwon behind him and never come out—it makes him flare with heat, fish hooks tugging in his belly. “Would you like to try? Tomorrow, maybe.”
He’s on the precipice of something, and all it takes is a little squeeze of Jungwon’s hand on his his for him to take the plunge.
“Yes, hyung,” he says, and the world burns around him.
✿
Sunoo takes in a deep breath, then another, as Sunghoon and Jay sit on either side of him on their stupidly massive mattress.
Jay turns his head toward him without a word, and the lights flicker above them. Jay smiles cheekily, and Sunoo feels small, even though they’re basically the same size. He’s reminded of the fairy tales of his childhood, of witches who would steal people away with silvery words and handsome faces. He feels kind of like one of their prey now.
Jay is devilishly handsome, dazzling smile in place as he pulls Sunoo’s face forward. Their lips meet, plush mouth on plush mouth as Jay takes him apart the best way he knows how. It’s so different from kissing Jungwon, less sweet but just as intense, the surety in every centimeter of Jay’s being showing itself in the way he nips at Sunoo’s lip, swipes at his tongue with his own. When it starts getting heavier, Sunoo is pulled away by Sunghoon.
“Don’t keep him all to yourself.” Sunghoon’s voice here is quiet, deep, and makes Sunoo shiver. The lights twinkle again as he’s met with Sunghoon’s cocky grin. He feels the urge to struggle, to make kissing him a problem for Sunghoon, but he goes easily instead, letting himself be led by the hand on his nape.
Kissing Sunghoon is like going to war. It’s a bloody battlefield as they nip at and bite each other, as Sunghoon ravages his mouth with his tongue. Sunoo feels disoriented, so thoroughly pulled open for Sunghoon, and he burns at the thought. There’s a rustling sound over his shoulder, the brush of fabric on fabric, and he lets Sunghoon turn him, Sunoo’s back to his chest.
Sunoo inhales almost painfully quickly at the sight in front of him: Jay is kneeling on the bed, Jungwon sitting behind him and running his hands up his torso and under his shirt. Sunoo watches his hands raptly as they toy with Jay’s nipples, making him sigh. Jay gets a hand up behind him, tangled in Jungwon’s hair, and Sunoo aches as Jay pulls, the effect instantaneous: Jungwon lets out a little kick of his hips, groaning into Jay’s neck and biting down.
Jay gasps, closing his eyes as Jungwon continues his path up his neck. He bites and sucks at him, bruising him with his teeth and tongue in little hickies, and Jay is falling apart in front of Sunoo’s face. His dick gets so hard so fast he feels sick to his stomach.
He feels a kiss on his shoulder, Sunghoon mimicking the scene in front of them, and his heart skips in his chest. He thinks he’s starting to sweat, the air in the room feeling heavier with each breath. Sunghoon gets his arms around Sunoo, feeling him up—hands across his tummy, his chest, brushing his nipples through his shirt and making him squirm. He’s trying not to let out any noises, but Sunghoon makes it difficult. As if it’s a challenge, as if he’s a game.
“C’mon, pretty, we wanna hear you.” And it’s then that Sunoo notices the pair of eyes watching him. Jay and Jungwon are panting in sync, leaned against each other, eyes locked on Sunghoon’s hands sliding across Sunoo’s body. Sunoo whines, not able to hold it in any longer, and Sunghoon kisses his hair. “That’s it, pretty boy. Let it all out.”
Sunoo feels something building in him, feels something fading. It’s like he’s just starting to float, barely off the ground but headed upward anyway. He thinks he lets out a whimper but he can’t be entirely sure as a gentle fog settles in his brain.
Sunghoon’s got his legs splayed around Sunoo’s body now, chest hard and sturdy against Sunoo’s back, and he leans his head forward onto Sunoo’s shoulder. Jay grins at him, stalking forward. He grabs at Sunoo’s jaw with one hand, using the other to brace himself on Sunghoon’s arm, and kisses him, licking sloppily into Sunoo’s mouth. It’s messy, dirty, and he loves it. Jay pulls away after a few moments, a string of drool snapping apart between their mouths.
Jay plays with the hem of Sunoo’s shirt, silently asking for permission, and Sunoo nods, still a little dazed from the kiss. Jay pulls his shirt up and off, and Sunoo feels a strange wave of shyness wash over himself. He knows he’s goodlooking—he certainly gets told so often enough, and he has a healthy self-esteem, but the way Jay is looking at him makes him feel beautiful, has him feeling sexy and desired and like Jay’s going to eat him if he stares any longer. Jay’s eyes widen.
“You’re so gorgeous, Sunoo-hyung,” Jungwon says from where he’s lounging on the bed behind Jay. “So fucking pretty.” And when Jay and Sunghoon make noises of agreement, hungry eyes watching him just like Jungwon’s, he feels the urge to hide. The dying sunlight coming in through the window shifts away from his face, and the others coo at him, using his powers to hide away. “You gonna be good for us, hyung?”
Sunoo flushes from head to toe at the question, and finds himself nodding without thinking. He wants to be good for Jungwon, always. For all three of them now.
Sunghoon tilts Sunoo’s head to the side so he can get his mouth on Sunoo’s again, and Sunoo whimpers in his throat, loud enough to be heard this time. Jay is speaking to him, a little muffled by the blood rushing in his ears.
“Yea, sweetheart,” Jay says to him, and he melts. “Try sucking on his tongue, Sunoo-yah, he likes that.” And Sunoo is slammed in the gut with arousal, torn apart by the way Jay instructs him how to kiss his boyfriend. Sunoo follows the advice, sucking Sunghoon’s tongue into his own mouth wetly. Sunghoon groans, hips bucking up against Sunoo’s ass and tightening his arms around his middle. He’s hard, and Sunoo aches for it.
He takes in a breath as they separate noisily, and he looks at Jay in question when he notices how cold the room has gotten.
Jay just grins smugly at him. “Ice magic, remember?”
And oh, oh, he had no idea he affected Sunghoon so much. Sunghoon whines something past his ear, protesting at the way Jay exposes him so easily. Sunoo just tries to mentally assess everything he’s done so far, anything that could’ve riled Sunghoon up so much, and comes back empty. He doesn’t feel like he’s been particularly sexy, knees knocking together with his nerves.
Jungwon comes forward on his hands and knees, stopping in front of Sunoo with a gentle smile.
“Hey, baby,” he says, hand coming to cradle the back of Sunoo’s head. Warmth blooms in Sunoo’s chest. Jungwon pulls him in for a kiss, and Sunoo goes happily, locking lips with his own boyfriend. There’s a tenderness to it, as always, and Sunoo is reminded just how in love he is.
He would do anything for Jungwon, and the reverse is obviously the same, he thinks a little wildly as Jay meanly pinches at his nipple. He cries out into Jungwon’s mouth, eyes opening even as they stay connected. Sunghoon is cradling Sunoo in his arms, tight around his tummy, and Jay is feeling along his body, calloused fingers playing with his nipples and making him jerk.
Jungwon kisses him deeply again, and the lights above them blink dangerously fast as they part. Jungwon grins at him grandly, and Sunoo’s brows furrow lightheartedly.
“Don’t say anything, remember?” It’s a phrase they use with each other often, their powers responding so easily to each other.
And it’s like Jungwon’s magic is toying with him, on Sunoo’s side like always, because a red rose blooms suddenly behind his ear. Jungwon flushes, not even looking to see what it is. “Shut the fuck up.”
He giggles and Jungwon frowns at him in return, no heat behind the look. It doesn’t do anything to curve the helpless laugh bubbling out of Sunoo’s chest, or the fond smiles that the other men give him at the sound. He’s so happy, heart so light and head so hazy that he can’t do anything but just be.
Jay and Sunghoon seem to work in tandem, and it can only be because of their experience as a well-oiled sex machine. Jay gets Jungwon to shift with him, sitting him with his back against the headboard, and Sunghoon gently deposits Sunoo in his lap, back to chest like they just were. Jungwon kisses the side of his head, and he snuggles into place between Jungwon’s legs. It’s comfortable, despite Jungwon’s hard-on digging into his back, and reminds him he’s not all alone in this environment. Sunghoon smiles at the two of them, and moves back toward Jay.
Sunoo’s not scared, but he is entertained, watching Sunghoon and Jay climb off the bed together. They exchange hard kisses as they take each other’s clothes off; it’s meant to be a bit of a show, Sunoo knows, with the two of them cartoonishly flexing their muscles at each other and feeling each other up. They look at each other fondly, the words that come out of their mouths more teasing than anything else.
This is how they work: Sunghoon slaps Jay’s ass, making it jiggle when his pants are fully off, and Jay cuffs him on the ear with a grin. They share a deep kiss, swapping spit and hands roaming along each other’s skin. It works for them.
It’s definitely working for Sunoo, too, squirming where he’s pressed up against Jungwon. Jungwon groans, stilling him with a soft admonishment. Sunoo goes rigid, brain spinning wildly, still possessed by that urge to be good for his hyungs.
And for Jungwon, he thinks, mentally shaking his head. But his brain supplies him with Jungwon-hyung and he shoves the thought so deep in his brain he hopes it never resurfaces. Way too much for his horny-addled brain to handle.
Jungwon starts to rub at him, hands petting at his belly and his hair. He thinks it’s sweet, until Jungwon speaks. “Hyung, are you turned on?” He brings his lips to Sunoo’s ear, and Sunoo shudders at the hot breath on his skin. “Maybe we should film this, so we can watch it later. You can jerk off to your hyungs whenever you want.” Sunoo moans.
The idea is a little too good, and Jungwon chuckles into his ear. Sunoo elbows him playfully, making him laugh harder. A hand reaches down to cup Sunoo through his pants, and he bucks upward with a guttural noise. Jungwon rubs at him firmly, humming when Sunoo grabs his arm tightly.
“Please Won-ah.” He’s going to fall apart, the pressure not enough but still so, so much.
Jungwon hums again, like he’s trying to puzzle Sunoo out. “Please what, hyung? You have to ask me properly or I can’t help you.” Sunoo closes his eyes, trying to fuck his hips up harder, but Jungwon just pulls his hand away. Sunoo whimpers, wanting the sweet pressure back. His cock hurts, and he can’t help the noise that spills from his lips.
“You’re being mean, Wonie. Do we have to punish you?”
Sunoo opens his bleary eyes to see Jay, in all his naked glory, standing at the end of the bed. Sunghoon stands next to him, also gloriously naked. Their cocks stand proud in the nests of curls between their hips, and Sunoo’s mouth waters at the sight of their two, admittedly very different, lengths. He watches in fascination and…something else, the way they twitch at the coolness of the air.
Jungwon shifts underneath him, subtly grinding his hips against Sunoo’s back. Jay raises a brow, something mocking flitting across his face.
“What’s got you so worked up, Won-ah? You’re not remembering last time, are you?” Sunghoon this time, licking his lips as he stalks toward them, crawling up the bed on his knees. He stops in front of Sunoo, giving him a wide smile. “Did you know your boyfriend was a painslut, Sunoo-yah?”
And Sunoo can only nod. They haven’t delved much into it, not with any kink really, but he knows how Jungwon feels about pain, about the shock of sensation and hurt that kickstarts his arousal. Sunoo can only imagine how Jay and Sunghoon exploited it during their romp together. He shivers, and Sunghoon’s grin only splits wider. Sunoo thinks he looks devastating, and keeps that fact to himself.
Sunghoon looks at him silently for a moment, smile fading into something gentler, and Sunoo is caught once again in his gaze. He feels like small prey, caught in a trap and about to be eaten. Exhilaration zings through him, and he squeezes his thighs together tightly, Jungwon’s on either side of him. “Pants off, sweetheart?” And Sunoo nods again.
Sunghoon pulls him down the bed carefully by his legs, laying him flat and kissing his nose when he’s done. Sunoo scrunches his face in a pout, and Jay and Jungwon laugh where they’re situated side by side at the headboard again. Sunoo flushes harder, if possible, and lets Sunghoon pull his pants and underwear off in one, slow tug. He inhales sharply at the cold air on his aching cock.
“Jesus, he’s pretty, isn’t he?” Jay’s voice filters into Sunoo’s ears, and he wants to sink into it. He feels pretty, stretching his body and arching himself into the hands that have found his hips once again. “Make him feel good, baby, he deserves it.”
“I will.” Sunghoon looks down at him darkly, and Sunoo’s insides melt like chocolate. He’s thankful for the temperature, only getting colder, because he really is sweating now under the weight of Sunghoon’s gaze. “Gonna ruin him.”
Jungwon pipes up in an amused voice. “Sunoo’s good at being a toy. He likes it, you should use him.”
Sunoo’s whole body burns at the way they talk about him: like he’s not even there, like he really is a toy built for their pleasure. He wants so badly to be used.
Sunghoon manhandles him, tugging him to his hands and knees, and he almost throws himself sideways off the bed at the position. He’s facing Jay and Jungown, ass sticking out where Sunghoon kneels behind him at the end of the bed. Jungwon smirks at him knowingly, the smell of roses blooming in the room tickling at his nose.
He smiles back weakly, and watches as Jay hands Sunghoon the lube. Jungwon’s hand finds his thigh as he sits back down, and Jay hums appreciatively. Fuck, he thinks, listening to Sunghoon slicking his fingers up behind him. This is really happening. His arms shake as they hold him up.
“Make sure to get enough, hyung,” comes Jungwon’s quiet voice. “He likes it wet and messy.” Jungwon shifts in front of Sunoo, adjusting himself in his pants.
Sunoo’s tongue feels heavy, like he needs something in his mouth to make him settle. Sunghoon hasn’t even touched him yet, too busy adding more lube, but Sunoo vibrates with anticipation anyway.
Sunghoon traces his rim with a wet finger, and he whines under his breath. When Jay leans forward to grab his chin, Sunghoon slides in the first finger at the same time, sloppy with lube. Sunoo can’t close his mouth fast enough to keep in the moan that follows, and Jay smiles at him. “There you go, pretty.”
Sunghoon pants behind him. “He’s so tight, fuck. Jungwon, do you even fuck him?” He sounds partly in awe, partly in disbelief, and Jungwon stiffens, cock twitching where it’s still trapped under fabric. Sunoo’s mouth opens on a silent sob; Jungwon likes it. Fuck, he likes it when his hyungs are mean to him. “Guess he needs a real cock in him.”
One finger starts pumping in and out of Sunoo, making him crazy at the slow pace. He knows he’s tight even after the sex he has regularly with Jungwon, and needs the prep for what Sunghoon’s packing—it’s a lot, and he’s not being generous—but he’s so impatient. He wants to kick his leg out, have a tantrum, anything to make Sunghoon go faster.
His eyes sting like he’s about to cry and Jay reaches out to pet at his head.
“I’ve got an idea, honey,” Jay says, and Sunoo exhales harshly at the petname in his soothing tone. Jay shuffles forward, getting on his knees, hard cock bobbing as he goes.
Sunoo’s mouth drops open on instinct, and his face feels hot as Jay coos at him, calling him a good boy. Sunghoon is still fucking one finger in agonizingly, and Sunoo would demand that he speed up, but Jay’s right. He’s being good; he’s taking what he’s given.
Sunghoon rewards him with another finger just as Jay grabs his own cock and starts to feed it into Sunoo’s mouth. Jay isn’t as huge as Sunghoon, or even as thick as Jungwon, but his uncot cock fills his mouth perfectly centimeter by centimeter. He enters until he can’t reach any further without choking him, and Sunoo moans around him.
Jay drops his head back, starting to fuck his hips forward, cursing to himself and grabbing onto Sunoo’s hair. The tight pull of his roots is bordering pain and pleasure, and he gags around Jay’s cock, too excited to keep still.
Jay shushes him, hand still in his hair, and praises him with a gentle voice. The words sound almost sickly sweet, and Sunoo isn’t sure if he’s being praised or mocked as Jay tells him how tight he is, how warm and hot and pretty. It makes his cock twitch where it bounces against his belly anyway.
Something in him settles, and he licks at the underside of Jay’s cock as Sunghoon speeds up his fingers. He’s letting out little whines around Jay’s dick, head clouding over with pleasure as his hole makes obscene squelching noises. Sunghoon hits a spot inside him that makes his body curl into itself, releasing Jay from his mouth with a cry, and Sunghoon groans as he pulls Sunoo’s hips back straight.
“Fuck, there we go.”
He hits it again, and again, until Sunoo is trembling and sounds fall pathetically from his lips. He’s fucking back against Sunghoon’s fingers, a sob tumbling out when he adds another. He’s so close to the edge, embarrassingly so, and when Jay’s cock nudges at his lips again, it’s all he can do to suckle at the head weakly. He’s going to come, he can feel it. He’s so fucking close.
Of course, that’s when Sunghoon stops all of his movement. Sunoo feels the urge to thrash again, to shake out the tension in his body any way he can, and a single tear slips down his cheek.
“Oh, hyung,” Jungwon coos, smile lighting up his face as he leans forward to wipe Sunoo’s cheek. “You always look so beautiful when you cry.” And Sunoo lets out another sob, hips flexing against Sunghoon’s hand, still not moving. He tries to get some type of friction, but Sunghoon’s other hand holds him still. “Did hyungie make you upset, baby?”
Sunoo sniffs, nodding at him sadly. Jungwon huffs out a chuckle, getting fully up on his knees to kiss Sunoo’s forehead. It feels almost impersonal, which only makes it hotter. Jungwon is present, can see and touch him, but he won’t intervene. Sunoo floats helplessly toward the stratosphere.
Sunghoon just laughs meanly at him. “I didn’t know the baby got so desperate like this.” Sunoo’s hips stutter, his mind whiting out.
“I’m…I’m not a baby,” he says, unconvincing even to his own ears. He’s trying to keep some semblance of control in his hands, but it’s slipping through like sand. He tries reasoning again. “I’m older than Jungwon.”
Jay’s smile is condescending, faux sweetness dripping from every word as he speaks. “Oh, but you’re the baby, baby. You’re the only one on your knees getting fingerfucked, right?” Shame boils his body. He feels vulnerable, and shifts from one knee to the other with Sunghoon’s fingers still in his hole. “Baby’s getting restless,” he tells Jungwon amusedly.
He shoves his cock back into Sunoo’s mouth, thrusting shallowly and making Sunoo gag around him. There’s spit falling from his open mouth around Jay’s length, and he feels messy. Feels like a whore. He clenches down around Sunghoon’s fingers tightly, a whispered fuck sounding from behind him.
He balls his hands into fists against the bed as Sunghoon resumes his movement, throat making embarrassing noises under the onslaught of Jay’s dick. Jay just pets his head again, telling him how good he’s being, what a slut he is. Sunoo preens under the attention, the rough treatment and the praise and the delicious combo of the two at once. He feels safe, feels so good with his mind slipping further into that deep fog. He doesn’t know what to do with himself or his limbs, filled perfectly from both ends.
Oh, shit. Sunghoon’s going to fuck him.
He twitches weakly forward, mind reeling and making him dizzy. He’s going to have his Sunghoon-hyung inside him, and he doesn’t know how he’ll make it through. So instead he doesn’t think, just lets himself fall and knows he’ll be caught.
Sunghoon and Jungwon work together to get him kneeling, hovering over top of Sunghoon as he prepares to ride him. Sunoo is shaking, lights flickering with an almost nervous, erratic energy, as Jungwon holds his hips steady. Sunghoon breathes deeply, holding his twitching cock upright so Sunoo doesn’t miss.
Sunoo feels the blunt head at his dripping rim, and Sunghoon feels huge like this. He’s not even sure he can take him, but lets himself be lowered onto Sunghoon’s cock anyway, wet and slippery with lube up against him. Jungwon had used so much on him that Sunghoon had started fucking up into his hand, the slide too addictive.
It seems Sunghoon’s mind is starting to get hazy too, eyes glossing over as Sunoo sinks down onto his length. Sunoo’s mouth gapes open stupidly, his eyes closing and gut roiling with heat. Sunghoon splits him open with each centimeter, thick dick shoving his insides apart and making him ache. He feels so good, too good almost, as he keens with the slide.
The lube helps, but the stretch is brutal; when Sunoo is seated, he feels faint, breaths coming in and out so harshly that his lungs hurt. Jungwon slides his hands up Sunoo’s flank, shushing and rubbing at him.
“You’re doing so good, hyungie, so good.” He whimpers at the tone of Jungwon’s voice. “Such a good fleshlight for Sunghoon-hyung, huh? I know how tight that little hole is,” he whispers in his ear, making Sunoo shake and shudder in his grasp, “and I know it’s making hyung lose his mind. Look at him, baby.”
Sunoo opens his eyes, following the command easily, and he’s met with a breathtaking sight: Sunghoon’s eyelids flutter, his chest heaves, and he’s gripping the bedspread so tightly at the squeeze around his cock that Sunoo can’t help the way he gasps, the light above them popping and going dark. Jay laughs delightedly where he’s lounging next to Sunghoon’s head, and he leans forward to smile at Sunoo.
“He feels that good, honey?” Jay looks like he doesn’t expect an answer—like he already knows what it is, anyway.
Sunoo nods regardless, eyes stinging again as he adjusts to the stretch. Jungwon rubs his tummy from behind, letting him breathe before he helps him get into a position to lift his knees. He slides up until Sunghoon is almost all the way out, the friction delicious on his inner walls, and lets gravity do its thing on the way back down, crying out at the feeling. He’s so fucking full, fucked out on the little he’s had so far. Tears finally slide down his face as he speeds up, the slide perfect.
Sunghoon is letting out these little grunts, looking admittedly a little pathetic as Sunoo bounces on his dick. His thighs burn, not used to sex being this athletic, but he wants to make that punched out expression on Sunghoon’s face stick around. So he keeps going.
He closes his eyes, whining at a deep thrust from Sunghoon, who kicks his hips up once, just right. When he opens them, Jay has climbed onto Sunghoon’s face, seating himself prettily on Sunghoon’s mouth.
Sunghoon groans into his ass, coming up to grab at Jay’s thighs. Sunoo’s cock leaks where it bobs with him on each bounce, and he can’t help the sounds that bubble out of his mouth at the sight of Jay grinding on Sunghoon. He reaches back for Jungwon, who grabs his hips tightly. He helps Sunoo move up and down, and the way Sunghoon’s cock feels, so thick inside him, has him feeling crazed. Jay is riding Sunghoon’s face properly now, hips rocking back and forth on his tongue, and the look on his face can only be described as bliss.
Jay opens his eyes and smirks when he meets Sunoo’s gaze. He reaches forward, grabbing for Sunoo’s chin with a hand, and Sunoo goes easily. His mind still feels like mush, everything taking double the effort, but with double the pleasure folding back onto him. Jay kisses him like that, both of them taking Sunghoon apart and being taken apart by him. Their liplock is messy, drool falling from open mouths, and it only makes the tug in Sunoo’s stomach tighter.
Jay pulls back, lips shiny. “You’re doing so well, Sun-ah.” The praise is like a punch to his middle, leaving him winded. It’s so simple, but genuine enough that Sunoo trembles with it. “So beautiful for us, such a good fucktoy.” He brushes his thumb against Sunoo’s cheek, wiping a tear away.
Sunoo burns, the TV out in the living room turning on lowly and making Jay laugh. He’s so horribly goodlooking, eyes bright as they stay on Sunoo. He feels too exposed, even with a cock in his guts making him whimper.
Jugnwon speaks from behind Sunoo. His voice is deeper than usual, and his words drip into Sunoo’s ears, syrupy and heavy-laden. “Jay-hyung. You should come for us, show us how pretty you look covered in jizz.”
And it’s the first time Sunoo sees Jay falter, grinding his hips down into Sunghoon’s open mouth. The noises coming from his hole are embarrassingly loud, slurping and sucking sounding from Sunghoon.
Jay listens, a surprise to Sunoo, and wraps his fist around his still spit-slick cock, stroking himself in time with Sunoo dropping down onto Sunghoon’s dick, over and over. He bucks up into his own hand, pulling noises from himself that Sunoo leans forward to hear better. Sunoo feels a hand on his own hip, fingers and hot palm sliding slowly forward until Jungwon is wrapping his hand around Sunoo’s own length. Sunoo fucks up into it, pleasure overwhelming as he fucks back down onto Sunghoon.
The choked off groans coming from Sunghoon’s muffled mouth only get louder as Sunoo squeezes around him, delirious from the pressure on his cock. Sunoo whines loudly. “Please, oh, god. Wonie, please!”
Jungwon only hums into the back of his neck, hot breath making Sunoo shudder again underneath him. He’s so close, and he knows Sunghoon knows it too. He just wants to come. It doesn’t take him very long when Jungwon tightens his fist, and the slick sounds of his hand on Sunoo’s cock sends him into a spiral. He feels his balls tightening with it, drup up toward his body, and when it hits, he lets out a scream.
Fireworks explode behind his eyes, orgasm hitting him so hard he can’t breathe—his lungs crackle like sparklers in his chest. He cries out with each spurt, cock spitting jizz onto Jungwon’s hand and Sunghoon’s stomach.
Sunghoon moans loudly into Jay’s ass, and it’s like a lewd chain reaction as he watches: Sunghoon thrusts up once, twice into Sunoo’s achingly sensitive body, shooting cum deep inside his ass, and the vibrations of his moaning send Jay over the edge. He groans and whines with it, body shivering as his cock visibly throbs, letting loose more cum and adding to the puddle on Sunghoon’s torso.
Sunoo feels exhausted, whole body trembling as he comes down, nearly sick with the aftershocks. He hears a slick sound behind him, and Jungwon groaning quietly, before there’s a splash of warmth on Sunoo’s lower back. He closes his eyes, sighing, and falls back into Jungwon’s arms. The last thing he hears before fading into the blackness is:
“So good for us, babyboy. The best.”
✿
When he comes to, sticky cum is being cleaned up off of Sunghoon, Jay still rubbing his abs with a wet towel. They’re sitting up against the headboard, talking in hushed tones with each other. They look happy, more satisfied than he’s ever seen them. Jungwon is wrapped around Sunoo like a koala, face shoved into the back of his neck and giving him soft kisses here and there. Sunoo smiles for a second before he shifts his sore lower body, slick combination of lube and come oozing from his hole.
“Ah, I still have cum inside me,” he says sadly, voice hoarse and the sensation uncomfortable between his legs. He meets eyes with a grinning Jay, looking him over like a shark.
“I can always eat you out, Sunoo-yah.” And Sunoo, impossibly, burns bright red.
He bickers with Jay, who just laughs, and Sunghoon and Jungwon join him. The atmosphere somehow feels light, feels right, and Sunoo is bursting at the ribcage, heart so full that he can barely breathe with it. He might not be in love with Jay and Sunghoon, but he does love them. And he loves Jungwon more than he can even say. He snuggles back into Jungwon.
For now, it’s enough.