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Minho clenched his fists, panting slightly at the feeling of being so full. He leaned further into the chest of the younger man behind him. Tattooed hands reached around his squishy tummy and dug into the skin between his ribs, holding him in place. “Hyung, stop moving.”
Minho felt light headed. He let his head move back onto the other man’s shoulder. “Changbinnie~” He moaned, letting his eyes flutter close. The younger man chuckled lightly in his ear as he turned his head to lap at the side of Minho’s neck he’d bared.
Both men basked in the hotness of being connected, not moving at all just feeling the throb and slickness of Changbin’s cock buried deep in Minho’s ass. Changbin moved a hand up under Minho’s shirt, the pastel mint button up that was part of his uniform at the cat cafe across the street. His fingers brushed over the older man’s nipples. Minho arched his body into the feeling.
Chingbin’s inked fingers tugged at the rosey nipples on the other man’s body. Minho moaned, his hips jerking at the sudden stimulation. His mind was fuzzy with the stimulation; he almost didn’t feel the way Changbin removed a hand from his abdomen and slapped his cock. “What did I just say?” He said, his tone threatening and dark.
Minho cried out, apologies falling from his lips and falling on deaf ears. His “sorry” and “I didn’t mean it” sounded wet and sad. It made Changbin smile.
Neither man noticed the sound of the bell outfront ringing as someone entered, no one heard the sound of converse hitting the floor over Minho’s high pitched moans. Changbin was too busy looking down at how Minho’s cock leaked pathetically after being slapped and Minho had his eyes shut tight in fear of shedding tears to notice the man in the doorway.
Chan had come over in search of Minho, the boquette he held of white and yellow daisies felt stupid as he looked at the scene infront of him. Sure he knew Minho and Changbin had something going on, the way they looked at eachother and how the younger of the two’s name would always pop up on Minho’s home screen with new messages. But he felt stupid seeing this right infront of him and never connecting the dots.
He and Minho had been on a couple dates, Minho had put out there at first he was sleeping with some other people and that he wasn’t looking for anything too serious. But neither was Chan. They were fooling around, sneaking kisses in the alleyway between their workplaces and the time Minho had given him a handjob under the front counter of the floral shop he owned across the way.
He shouldn’t be so heart broken. He shouldn’t be so hard.
As if snapping back into reality, Chan dropped the bundle of flowers to the floor and winced at the thump in the quiet room. Chanbin’s eyes finally snapped up and the way he stopped made Minho look up too. The older of the two gasped, arching and reaching out to Chan. “Channie~ Oh my god, what are you doing here?” He panted.
Chan felt so out of place, hands tugging at the sides of the black apron he wore with an embroidered hydrangea on the front. “I- um- I wanted to give you these,” He nudged the bundle of flowers with his toe, cheeks and ears turning pink as all the attention in the room was turned on him. “Felix said you were over here. I didn’t even think. I’m so sorry, I’ll leave. I-” He reached down to pick up the flowers on the floor, body shaking.
“Why are you leaving?” Changbin grabbed Minho’s cock at the base, as to further prevent him from trying to cum. The older man whined at the feeling. Chan stopped in his tracks, craning his neck to look up at Changbin in his awkward position.
“You’re having sex.” Chan stated dumbly. He blinked at Changbin as if he were crazy. Minho looked down his perfect little nose at him, head resting on Changbin’s shoulder as his chest heaved in labored breaths.
“And you’re also banging him right?” Changbin nudged his nose against Minho’s cheek. “Why not come help me out? I’ve heard you’re really good at sucking cock Mr. florist.” His mouth turned up in a small smirk, pierced lip accentuating just how different he and Chan looked from one another. Changbin’s body was covered in tattoos, his hands decorated in smokey blacks and grays while his arms held elaborate paintings of demons, skulls and even a little bunny on his bicep. Meanwhile Chan was pale and his skin was blank. Sure he was also kind of built, not as buff as the other man but he still had a dedent enough build. This along with the giant difference in their professions. He felt almost self conscious thinking about joining them.
“Channie~ Please!” Minho whined as he reached a hand towards him. Chan gulped as he stood back up to his full height. His head was spinning, cock aching in his pants. He watched Changbin squeeze Minho’s cock and milks drops of precum out of him. Minho gasps and thrashes in his hold before receiving another heavy smack to his red and angry looking cock.
Chan took a small step forward, his body was hot. “C’mon sweetheart. I need your help with this little kitty.” Minho moaned again, body deflating as Changbin poked and pressed against his slit. Chan watched the way Minho’s chest rose and fell as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, the eldest stepping closer to catch a better view.
Without thinking too much, Chan reached forward to brush his thumb over Minho’s bottom lip like he’d done so many times before. The younger man opens his eyes and blinks tears away as he looks up at Chan like he’s hung the stars. The look in his sparkling eyes breaks Chan, all his resolve flies out the window.
Suddenly Chan is dropping to his knees between Minho and Changbin’s spread legs. The youngest of them chuckles again, his hand moving from Minho’s waist to pet over Chan’s soft curls. Chan leans into the touch for a moment, almost forgetting he’s about to suck off the man he’s been pretty much courting in the lap of the other man Minho has been sleeping with. When he opened his eyes again, Changbin was moving his head forward as he held Minho’s dick towards his lips. A pearly bead of precum collects at the tip. Chan looks up at Minho as he opens his mouth and laps at the pre cum in front of him.
Minho arches again, his body lifting and sliding back down on Changbin’s cock. Changbin growls as he tugs Chan’s mouth away by his hair. He lets go of the base of Minho’s cock, slapping it again as he growls out how bad he’s being. Minho cries out as tears flow freely down his cheeks. He’s babbling and apologizing, all his noise falling on deaf ears as Changbin ignores him and guides Chan’s face back towards his cock.
Chan looks past Minho’s tear soaked cheeks, looking at Changbin as he nods down at him. He doesn’t look away from the tatted man as he leans forward and wraps his pink lips around Minho’s cock. Both of the younger men above him let out groans as Chan sucks at the tip, his cheeks hollowing from how hard he sucks. The whine Minho lets out sounds broken and pathetic even to Chan’s own ears. He wallows in the noise, letting it spur on his next movements, starting to move his head and swallow down more and more of Minho’s cock.
As he moves his head, Changbin continues to hold onto his head as he groans from time to time. Minho was probably clenching around him like crazy, Chan is jealous he gets the pleasure.
But can he really be mad when he gets to lap at Minho's cock and will eventually get to taste his cum.
The thought seems to spur Chan on even more. He moves his head down, nose meeting the small patch of pubic hair on Minho’s body. Minho lets out a choked out moan as Chan swallows around him. He likes this feeling, being useful while also being *full*. Changbin pulls him up by his hair, a string of saliva connecting Chan to the tip of Minho’s cock. He feels like he looks like Minho in this moment; fucked out.
Changbin groans as he swipes his finger over Chan’s lip to break the string, he looks down at him like he’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. It feels too intimate for the situation they're in right now. Chan feels his cheeks heat up again. “You look so fuckign hot, baby,” Changbin breathes out.
Chan opens his mouth and leans in, licking up Minho’s dick before taking the head in his mouth again. The action had Changbin threading his fingers through his hair and helping him bob his head. Minho is crying and panting between them, feeling almost forgotten but in the best way possible. He looks boneless, deflated and limp. But his cock still stands, red and throbbing on Chan’s tongue.
Blowing the younger man was no new activity, Chan was familiar with this in many ways. So he wasn’t surprised when Minho started letting out the same little noises he always did when he started to get close to an orgasm. Changbin seemed to notice too. He smirked down at Chan as he pushed him down more to take most of Minho’s dick and he pets at his hair before he bucks his own hips up.
Minho cries out as Changbin fucks up into him, the action pushing his own cock farther into Chan’s hot, wet mouth. The youngest of them continues his actions, mumbling in Minho ear about how useless he must feel, about how he’s only here for the other two men to use. The words seem to send Minho over the edge, dick buried deep in Chan’s throat as he spurts rope after rope of cum down his throat. The feeling has Chan moaning around him, remembering how hard he is in his black jeans.
Changbin pulls Chan up, looking down at him as if to see if he’s okay. It’s only then Chan notices he’s crying. He pulls a hand up to wipe at his tears, smiling slightly to show he’s okay. Changbin thumbs at his cheekbone. “Can I fuck you next?”
Chan nods quickly, eager to see how much damage he can do when fucking if this is how Minho is while cockwarming. Minho groans between them, arching. “Attention whore,” Changbin spats.
“No,” Chan says as he looks over where Minho is spent between them. “Just a whore.”