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Jaebeom liked reading at the beach. It wasn’t quiet at all, in fact, it was probably one of the noisiest places he could find around the hotel, but it didn’t bother him. Even if it got too noisy sometimes, his headphones solved the issue. He would sit or lay down under an umbrella on a beach towel with his book in hand, occasionally, around afternoon when there were fewer people, he would move closer to the sea so he could feel the waves wet his feet now and then. He liked the smell of seaweed and salt and the gentle sound of the waves, no matter how most of the time it got lost in the noise of the people- he even thought it added another calming element to his background noise.
He also liked to watch people from afar when he was bored with the slow pacing of his book, and making up little stories about them based on his observations. Sometimes he found himself caught up on some particular people.
There was this couple , Jaebeom thought, but didn’t want to assume at first.
One of them had black hair and was well built, the other was a bleached blonde, slender but still athletic. Jaebeom saw them often at the beach, and a few times in the hotel’s restaurant, so he couldn’t take a long look at their faces up close but knew both of them were quite attractive. They would lay down their beach towels under an umbrella like Jaebeom did, apply sunscreen to each other’s bodies, then lie down and read something or play with their phones. Sometimes they would swim and become tiny spots far in the sea, leaving Jaebeom to sigh sadly and return to his book. All of these of course could be interpreted as them being friends and nothing more.
But sometimes, when they were almost sure people didn’t pay attention to them, they would do more intimate things, like one of them laying his head on the other’s chest, playing with each other’s hair, tangling their legs, and making each other laugh in a way only lovers could.
And kissing. Of course, Jaebeom had seen them kiss once or twice.
Not that he was staring or anything.
It was around afternoon, they were kissing again, and Jaebeom couldn’t tear his eyes off of the scene even though the angle didn’t allow him to see it perfectly. He knew he was being rude and a creep but they simply looked beautiful together and it was so hard to look away.
When they pulled away from each other, the trance Jaebeom had fallen into dispersed too, and he quickly hid behind his book in order not to get caught red handed.
“It’s that pretty boy,” Mark sighed, glancing at where Jaebeom sat under the umbrella a few meters away. “He’s staring again.”
Jinyoung boldly turned his head towards the guy and saw him hunched over the book he pretended to read. He chuckled. “Let’s give him a show, then.”
He patted his thigh and Mark, grinning, took the signal, easily settling on his lap and wrapping his arms around Jinyoung’s neck. Jinyoung put his hands on Mark’s hips and kissed him slowly, making him chase a little as he pulled back now and then. His hands found their way into his t-shirt to touch Mark’s warm skin, and before long he took it off, kissing his way down to his chest. Mark settled his fingers in Jinyoung’s hair, letting out soft whimpers and puffs of air as Jinyoung worked on a nipple, then opened his eyes to glance at their stalker.
He found Jaebeom staring again with his mouth fallen open and winked at him, which caused him to quickly hide behind his book and turn away. He grinned and leaned in to whisper in Jinyoung’s ear. “He took the bait.”
“Good,” Jinyoung replied and kissed him. Mark sneaked a glance at Jaebeom, then put his hand on Jinyoung’s shoulder to stop him from attacking his lips again.
“Aw, no, he’s running away,” he said when he saw Jaebeom hurriedly packing his things, facing away from them.
Jinyoung thumbed Mark’s swollen nipple, humming. “We can’t have that, can we?”
“Mm, no.”
Jinyoung helped Mark climb off of his lap, then softly patted his ass as an encouragement as he walked over their poor victim.
“Hi,” he said in an awfully cheery voice. Jaebeom pretended he didn’t hear. “Hello?” the blonde tried again, trying to put himself in Jaebeom’s line of sight so he had no choice but to answer. Eventually, he stopped stuffing his things in the bag and raised his head to look at Mark, pretending he just noticed him.
“Oh, sorry. Hi.”
Mark smiled brighter than the sun that was currently in the process of going down over the sea behind him, and now that Jaebeom saw his face closely, he was immediately captivated by his prettiness.
Then, his smile turned into a smirk. “We figured you must be shy, only staring and not at all participating.”
Jaebeom’s mouth fell open. “I-”
“It’s okay. We can go slow. I’m Mark and that’s-” he pointed at the black haired man, who looked at Jaebeom over his sunglasses and waved. “-my boyfriend, Jinyoung. What’s your name?”
It took him a second to process everything and reply. “Jaebeom.”
“So, Jaebeom,” Mark tried the name on his tongue, tilting his head. “Do you wanna play with us?” he asked in a manner of a child trying to make friends. Jaebeom stole a look at Jinyoung, whose smile was somehow equally inviting and threatening.
“Um,” he swallowed, feeling flustered. “H-Here?”
“No, silly.” Mark chuckled, then nodded at the hotel building. “In our room.”
Jaebeom weighed his options for a moment, thinking if it was smart to wander into a stranger’s room. Then Jinyoung walked over them to stand beside Mark and wrap his arm around his waist. He had removed the sunglasses, so Jaebeom could see his piercing gaze.
“What kind of playing?” he asked.
“What kind would you like?”
“Well,” Jaebeom said, eyes on Jinyoung. “Nothing that involves murder, for one.”
Mark chuckled, and Jinyoung fake-pouted, saying, “aw, shame,” which made Mark softly hit his chest and telling him to be nice. “He already looks terrified of you,” he added, then turned to Jaebeom with a smile. “I promise he’s much softer than he looks. And we’re not killing pretty boys, we just make sure they have a good time.”
They convinced him pretty easily.
They walked towards the building and entered Mark and Jinyoung’s room. Mark gestured at the bed -well, beds. They had pushed the two single beds together to make one double bed- for Jaebeom to sit, himself taking a seat on the armchair to give him some space. Jinyoung stood next to him and leaned on the arm of the chair, but Mark quickly pulled him to his lap and wrapped arms around his waist. He let Jaebeom look around the room for a moment to take in the new place, then spoke.
“You can take anything from the minibar or the snack pile over the table. Make yourself comfortable, and remember,” he paused to emphasize. “You can back out anytime, we can just hang out. Or you can just… go, if you want.”
“We’d be sad to watch you leave,” Jinyoung added with a small smile. “But of course, the choice is yours.”
Jaebeom pondered for a moment, looking at Mark's shiny eyes and Jinyoung's warm smile, thinking of their subtle touches at the beach, their loving gazes at each other, and how he thought he would love to experience that.
“Okay,” he said, licking his lips. "Do you have some wine?"
Jinyoung poured them some white wine in plastic cups, and they ate snacks and chatted for a while. They set some ground rules, Mark and Jinyoung making sure Jaebeom told them what he liked and didn’t like, and telling him their own red lines too. They asked him if he had a personal safeword and Jaebeom blushed as he confessed he didn’t do things like this frequently enough to have one, and when he did he used the usual red/yellow/green, so they decided to go with that while also assuring him that he shouldn’t feel any shame if he wanted to tell them to stop or slow down.
After a while, they were the right amount of tipsy and Jaebeom was relaxed enough. Mark excused himself to go to the bathroom while Jinyoung moved to sit on the bed beside Jaebeom, not quite next to him but close.
“How did you even know that I’m into guys?” Jaebeom asked quietly, setting his empty cup down.
“You’ve been watching us kiss for the past week, then hiding behind your book,” Jinyoung grinned at him, and Jaebeom averted his gaze, mumbling an apology as he felt his cheeks heating. Jinyoung chuckled and waved a hand to say it wasn’t a big deal, in fact, it was the thing that brought them together. “Besides,” he continued, “your vibes are all over the place. Those shorts, the dangle earrings, the fact that you never sit normally... Even the book you’re reading pings.”
“What, Dracula ? It’s a classic!”
“Yeah, a very homoerotic one.”
His mouth fell open but he didn’t have any defense, because he knew Jinyoung was right, so he just exhaled, defeated. Jinyoung chuckled, amused with Jaebeom’s reaction. But then, his gaze darkened.
“I bet you’ve even underlined the parts where Dracula almost jumps on Jonathan. I bet it got you off.” His low voice sent shivers down Jaebeom’s spine, and he felt like Jinyoung’s gaze stripped him bare as he looked at him up and down, coming closer with every word until their faces were inches apart. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He said, gaze moving down to Jaebeom’s lips for a moment, then back at his eyes. “Someone preying on you like that? Pinning you down, sinking his teeth in your flesh? Maybe throwing you around?”
Jaebeom’s hands curled into fists as he grasped the sheets, trying to ground himself and not give into the urge to whine and moan.
“Don’t tell me you’re a vampire,” he breathed, and Jinyoung smirked.
“You wish.”
He collided their lips, lightly pulling on Jaebeom’s hair as they kissed hungrily but without a rush. Jaebeom let him coax his mouth open and glide his tongue against his own, letting out soft noises now and then. He heard a door opening, then Mark’s footsteps.
“Started without me?” Mark said with fake offense.
“Just warming up,” Jaebeom replied, smiling a little.
“Warm me up too, then.” Mark grinned back and took a seat on Jaebeom’s other side. Jaebeom pulled him into a kiss by the back of his neck and kept his other hand on Jinyoung’s thigh. Jinyoung kept himself busy by biting and kissing down Jaebeom’s neck, one hand on the small of his back under his tank top, the other hand massaging the front of his shorts. Soon, Mark’s hand joined on top of his, and the added pressure made Jaebeom gasp, his grip on Jinyoung’s thigh getting tighter. Mark broke the kiss to pull Jaebeom’s tank top off over his head, and Jaebeom moved up on the bed as they slowly laid him down on his back.
Then they undressed Jaebeom all the way, perfectly in sync as they removed his pants and underwear, knuckles brushing his skin. Jaebeom felt a shiver running through his body, looking up at them with eager anticipation, and them responding with equally hungry gazes. Mark leaned down to plant wet kisses on Jaebeom’s neck, down his chest, and toying with his nipple while Jinyoung kissed his lips, a hand slightly tugging on his hair.
“Watch,” he breathed against Jaebeom’s lips, then pulling back and taking his warmth with him, giving it to Mark instead as he wrapped him up in an embrace. They took each other’s clothes off, hands wandering over skin as lips chased one another. Mark sighed against Jinyoung’s lips, then they each put one hand on Jaebeom’s ankles, just to have some kind of touch to not let him think he was being neglected, rather than holding him in place. Mark grabbed Jinyoung’s ass with his other hand, making him -and Jaebeom- gasp, his head falling onto Mark’s shoulder, and he started trailing his mouth along there.
Mark’s eyes shifted to Jaebeom, finally paying attention to him, and he smirked when he saw Jaebeom’s state: mouth parted, almost drooling, eyes fixed on Mark, watching as he was told to, without blinking. Just like he did at the beach. There was an addition, though; his hand slowly stroking his length.
Mark licked his lips and urged Jinyoung to look at the scene as well, and he scoffed. “You like it that much, huh?” Jinyoung teased, coming close to pull Jaebeom’s hand away and pin it down on the bed beside his hand, then leaning down until their faces were close enough to send shivers down Jaebeom’s spine. “Maybe we should tie you up and fuck in front of you. I’m sure you can get off just by the sight.”
Jaebeom whined, a quiet “No,” escaping his lips. Jinyoung smirked.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel.” he said, trailing his thumb along Jaebeom’s bottom lip. “But you could beg a little more. Just in case.”
Jaebeom bit his lip and closed his eyes, Jinyoung’s dark gaze overwhelming him. He took a breath and opened his eyes again, finding Jinyoung’s eyes a bit softer this time.
“Please,” he breathed.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.” He swallowed. “Fuck me.”
Jinyoung smoothed his palm down Jaebeom’s chest, pinching his nipple. Mark’s warmth was back too, planting little kisses on his ribs. The contrast between two touches quickly seized as Mark flipped him over on his stomach, urging him to get on his knees with his ass up. Jinyoung sat in front of him and captured his lips, kissing him deeply before pulling back and pushing his head on his lap while Mark spread his ass cheeks. Jaebeom wrapped his mouth around the tip just in time when Mark’s tongue lapped at his entrance, his moan vibrating through Jinyoung and causing his grip on Jaebeom’s hair to tighten.
“You’re even more beautiful like this,” Jinyoung murmured, voice low with arousal. Jaebeom looked at him through his eyelashes and swirled his tongue on the slit, making Jinyoung hiss. Meanwhile, Mark was getting bolder with his moves, dipping his tongue inside and using a finger to stretch him. Soon, Jaebeom was a moaning mess, and he often had to pull off of Jinyoung to pant and whine in order to handle Mark’s assaults.
Mark’s mouth and fingers disappeared for a moment before his fingers came back, slicker this time, and Mark started stretching him properly while Jinyoung alternated between licking into his mouth and pushing his cock into it. When Mark was satisfied with the stretch and the increasing moans of Jaebeom and how often his hand twitched towards his cock, he flipped him over again on his back. Jinyoung appeared at his side and grabbed his wrist while Mark grabbed the other as they pinned his arms above his head.
“Do we have anything to tie him up with?” Jinyoung asked.
“Well,” Mark said, “We have your beloved scarf that you insisted on bringing despite it being the middle of July.”
Jinyoung rolled his eyes, but his grip on Jaebeom’s wrist loosened. “It could irritate his skin.”
“Oh?” Mark faked offense, raising his eyebrows. “You didn’t care about my skin last night.”
Jinyoung grinned sheepishly, “Sorry.” He leaned in to kiss Mark, and Mark let him. “Can you go get it?” Mark huffed, nodding.
As he left the bed, Jinyoung turned to Jaebeom, cradling his face in his hands.
“Hey,” he said, a warm smile on his face. “You’re too quiet.”
Jaebeom blinked, surprised. “I thought you wouldn’t want me to...”
“I like your voice, I wanna hear it.” He brushed the hair away from Jaebeom’s forehead. “So, use your words now and then, okay?
“Okay,” he said, then his eyes found Mark who returned with the scarf. “You’re not actually gonna do what you said earlier, right?”
“Of course not,” Mark said, smiling brightly like he did at the beach. “We wouldn’t do anything you don’t want.”
“So,” Jinyoung tugged on the scarf. “Do you wanna have some fun with this or not?”
“Yeah,” he replied, bringing his wrists together above his head. “I’m game.”
Jinyoung quickly tied his wrists together with the scarf, careful not to go too tight with the knots. Then he leaned down to kiss him deeply.
“Keep them like this,” he ordered as he pulled back, hands slowly sliding off his arms. Jaebeom nodded.
Mark kissed him softly on the lips, then as he moved down he got more aggressive, biting down the crook of his neck and pulling the skin between his teeth which made Jaebeom’s toes curl- the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He sighed shakily as Jinyoung’s plush lips wrapped around the head of his cock, teasing him with little licks and fingers massaging his inner thigh, very close to his rim, but not close enough. He whined, hands twitching to move, to touch, to pull Jinyoung’s hair and urge him to take his cock in deeper, or to push Mark away, only to pull him in again to kiss him. Instead, he locked eyes with Jinyoung as he looked up at him with a dark gaze that made the arousal in his stomach churn. He felt a soft sob escaping his throat.
Jinyoung finally pushed two fingers in and took him all the way in his throat but only for an agonizing, overwhelming second before pulling his mouth back. Jaebeom was panting, has been for the last few minutes, with Mark’s mouth around his nipple and hands pulling the strands of his hair. He let out a groan, and a weak “Please,” hoping that would satisfy them to stop teasing.
Mark pulled away and made room for Jinyoung to lean down to peck Jaebeom’s lips. “What should we do with you,” he said, raking his blunt nails down Jaebeom’s arms. He shivered, the slight pain dizzying him. “Should we show you how gorgeous you are,” Jinyoung continued, one of his hands loosely wrapping around Jaebeom’s throat. “Or should we punish you for being our stalker?”
Then came Mark’s hand, holding his chin and turning his face towards himself, like inspecting him, and only then Jaebeom could break the trance Jinyoung’s heavy gaze put him into. “He’s being a very good boy for us, don’t you think?” he said to Jinyoung. “We should give him a reward.”
Jinyoung hummed. “What do you say, Jaebeom?” Jaebeom turned to him again. “Do you think you deserve it?”
Jaebeom nodded.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want both of you,” he licked his lips. “And I want it hard.”
Mark smirked, and said “Sure.” Jinyoung bit his lip.
They helped him sit up and settle on Jinyoung’s lap, facing him while Mark’s chest was pressed onto his back. Jinyoung placed Jaebeom’s bound hands behind his neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss, and he let Jaebeom pull on his hair. At the same time, Mark placed wet kisses along his shoulder blades, hands caressing his hips and moving down to spread his legs wider, and his cock teasing his entrance. Jinyoung distracted him with kisses as Mark got himself ready with the condom and some lube, then Jaebeom sighed against Jinyoung’s lips as Mark pushed in, slowly, giving him time to adjust. He didn’t move until Jaebeom gave him the okay- a tiny nod and a breathy “Go on.” Jinyoung’s hands settled on his waist, thumbs brushing his ribs, and he looked at Jaebeom with the same dark gaze as before, only it felt a bit more gentle.
Mark’s thrusts got faster and Jaebeom cried out, not even able to kiss Jinyoung as he panted hard into his mouth. Jinyoung’s fingers drew comforting circles on his skin as he whispered encouraging words to him. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured onto Jaebeom’s neck as he planted gentle kisses there. “So good for us.” Jaebeom responded with a moan and a harder grip in Jinyoung’s hair. Jinyoung captured his lips again, harsher this time, and one of his hands wrapped around both of their cocks on his lap, jerking them off along to Mark’s rhythm as his thrusts got more irregular and the curses on his lips got louder. Jinyoung interlaced his other hand with Mark’s on Jaebeom’s hip.
“It’s alright,” Jinyoung soothed both of them. “I’ve got you. Both of you.”
Mark’s hard and deep thrusts that hit his prostate just right built up his orgasm and Jaebeom came with a gasp, spilling over Jinyoung’s fist. He fell forward and Jinyoung let him bury his face in his shoulder, hands softly brushing his hair. Shortly after Mark followed, pulling Jinyoung in for a kiss as he rode out his orgasm with a couple more thrusts.
After Mark calmed down he pulled out and tossed the condom away. Jaebeom’s breathing had slowed down, albeit still faster than normal. Jinyoung made him lift his face from where it was buried, kissed his forehead, then laid him down on his back. He carefully removed the scarf and placed it on the nightstand, then kissed Jaebeom’s wrists. Jaebeom giggled.
“Going soft on me now?”
Jinyoung shrugged. “I always was.”
He leaned down to kiss Jaebeom, one hand in his hair and the other caressing his side. The kiss was slow, courtesy of the post orgasm drowsiness Jaebeom had, and lazy like a Sunday morning spent in bed. And it got Jinyoung thinking. That maybe he could stand to kiss Jaebeom like this again, in their own home instead of a hotel room.
He moved down to his neck, licking over the purple spots Mark left on his skin, then went lower, taking his time to reach his stomach.
“Do you have any idea,” he whispered between kisses, “about how beautiful you are?”
Jaebeom went shy, wanting to cover his face with his hands but Jinyoung held them, interlocking their fingers. “I’m not-” he started, not even sure what to say.
But Jinyoung immediately shook his head. “Here, I’ll show you.”
He gently maneuvered Jaebeom onto his hands and knees and when Jaebeom looked up he was faced with his reflection in the mirror on the wall, with Jinyoung behind him hovering over his back. He tucked Jaebeom’s hair behind his ear and planted a kiss on his shoulder. “Look,” he said, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Beautiful.”
Jaebeom stared at his disheveled form, with his messy hair and parted lips and fucked out state. He closed his mouth and swallowed, too aware of his appearance. But then, Jinyoung’s fingers gently tugged on his bottom lip, silently asking for permission. He sucked them into his mouth, and Jinyoung sighed. “So pretty,” he whispered, watching Jaebeom in the mirror as he swirled his tongue between his fingers. Jaebeom’s gaze moved between Jinyoung’s face and his own, the sight getting to him. He let out a soft moan around the fingers as Jinyoung’s other hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it to full hardness again. Jinyoung removed the fingers out of his mouth and pushed them into his entrance, easily moving them in and out to the rhythm of his strokes.
He groaned, “Jinyoung.”
“Say when.”
“ Now .”
Jinyoung obliged, and Jaebeom whined when the hands disappeared for a moment as Jinyoung got himself ready. Mark got up from where he was lying down on his side, watching the two, and captured Jaebeom’s lips in a feverish kiss. He swallowed Jaebeom’s moans when Jinyoung pushed in, fingers pulling on his hair.
“You need to look,” Mark said when he pulled back. “Watch him fucking you.” Jaebeom swallowed a moan, and fixed his gaze on the mirror again. He saw Mark leaning closer before he felt the warm breath in his ear. “See how your pretty face looks when you’re taking a cock.”
Jinyoung began moving, and Jaebeom did as he was told: Watching Jinyoung fucking him and watching himself getting fucked. His parted mouth didn’t dare to make a sound until Jinyoung hit the spot at the right angle, then he was loud . Jinyoung leaned down to kiss Jaebeom’s shoulders, and when Jaebeom reached back to hold onto Jinyoung’s hair, he growled against his skin, hips moving faster. Mark was next to them, always touching both of them in some way. He fisted Jaebeom’s aching member and pulled Jinyoung in for a kiss. Jaebeom cursed under his breath as he watched them- how the sight always mesmerised him, he had no idea.
Not much long after that, Jinyoung reached his climax. He carefully pulled out and Mark flipped Jaebeom onto his back, leaning down to take him in his mouth to finish him off. Jaebeom settled his fingers in Mark’s hair as he sucked him off with an admirable professionalism, taking him deeper than Jinyoung did. Soon, Jaebeom came with Mark’s name on his lips, and Mark sucked him dry.
He kissed Jaebeom when he was done, letting him taste himself for a moment before pulling back to smile at him. Jaebeom smiled back, feeling content but exhausted. “Rest,” Mark said. Jaebeom nodded, his eyes already falling shut.
Mark pulled the covers over Jaebeom’s naked form, then pulled Jinyoung by his arm towards the sitting area of the suite, away from the bedroom.
“Jinyoungie,” he whined, pouting. “Can we keep him? Please?”
“How about you ask him instead of acting cute to me?”
“You ask. I’m terrified of rejection.”
Jinyoung rolled his eyes, accepted a peck on his lips and let Mark escape into the bathroom. Sighing, he approached the bed and sat next to Jaebeom, who pretended to be asleep.
“Hey,” he said, gently petting Jaebeom’s arm.
He slowly opened one eye. “Are you kicking me out?”
“On the contrary,” Jinyoung said with a straight face. “We’re holding you captive.”
“Oh.” Jaebeom blinked, then shrugged. “Okay.” He sat up on the bed. “Can I take a shower before you make me do slave duties?”
“Go ahead,” Jinyoung grinned. “Mark is in there but he wouldn’t mind you joining.”
“You’re not coming?” he pouted.
“The bathroom is nowhere near big enough for three people. Trust me, we’ve tried.”
As Jaebeom shrugged and walked towards the bathroom, Jinyoung’s phone started ringing. He hurried to get it and answered after only a few rings.
“Seunnie.”
“Hi baby,” Jackson said, and Jinyoung could hear his smile. “Missed me?”
“Immeasurably. How was the flight?”
“A little head-hurting, but okay. I finished the book you gave me.”
“Oh, wow. I didn’t think you really would.”
“I’m not completely illiterate, okay?” He laughed. “How are you two?”
“Will be better when you get your ass here.” He licked his lips and waited for a moment. “You didn’t comment on the pictures.”
“What pictures?”
“Those I sent last night. Involving Mark and the scarf you gifted to me,” he paused, smirking, “and some amount of-”
“Y-Yeah, okay, I remember.”
“And?”
“Well, I’m riding a taxi right now,” he sighed.
Jinyoung’s smirk grew. “I know.”
“How about, when I get there, I show you in detail how I feel about them?”
“Deal.”
His eyes got caught at the ajar bathroom door, and he felt his chest warming as he heard soft laughter through the sound of the water.
“Hurry up and come back to us,” he said, his mind already creating delightful images about the four of them. “We’ve got you a present.”