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Namjoon’s head hit the wall with a dull thud as he shuddered in pleasure, struggling to stay standing upright. His hands fisted violently in Yoongi’s hair as he held his hips back from slamming into Yoongi’s talented mouth. “Fuck, your mouth’s incredible hyung.”
“He’s great at that isn’t he?” Hoseok cooed. He stepped forward to slide his hand into the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head, fingers brushing Namjoon’s. “It’s the only thing a desperate slut like him is good at.”
“Fuck!” Namjoon grunted and rocked his hips in a short, aborted thrust as Yoongi moaned loudly around his cock in his mouth.
Hoseok laughed quietly. “Keep it down, Namjoonie. You don’t want to wake anyone up before we’re done with him.”
It was late at night in the dorm, late enough that no one should be up at this hour. Everyone else had gone to bed hours earlier after Yoongi’s birthday celebrations. Still, what they were doing was stupid. Namjoon and Hoseok were the only two who hadn’t been drinking during the small party in the dorm, so it made sense for the two of them to stay with a giggly drunk Yoongi who had let himself have one too many glasses of whiskey while everyone else went off to bed. What didn’t make sense was getting Yoongi on his knees in the hallway next to the kitchen where anyone could see them if they happened to wake up.
Namjoon looked down at Yoongi’s blissed out expression, cheeks hollowed and lips glistening pink as he swallowed Namjoon down to the root. His nose buried itself in the patch of dark hair at the base of Namjoon’s dick, and Namjoon felt something twist in his gut.
“God, he looks so happy to have a mouth full of cock. You should see his face, Hobi,” Namjoon groaned, willing himself not to come too quickly. He pulled himself out of Yoongi and watched as his hyung whined at the loss, swaying forward slightly as he drunkenly tried to chase Namjoon. “Switch places with me.”
Hoseok raised an eyebrow but stepped into Namjoon’s space against the wall. “If you’re sure.”
Once Hoseok was in front of him, Yoongi immediately leaned in to nuzzle against his clothed crotch. Clumsy hands came up to pull at Hoseok’s pants, struggling to free his dick. He huffed in frustration as he tugged ineffectually at the fabric.
“Hob-ah,” Yoongi complained with a cute little pout. Hoseok pet indulgently through his hair.
“Aw hyung,” Hoseok murmured affectionately. “Are you too dumb to get my pants off yourself? Too drunk or just too cock stupid? Here, let me help.”
Yoongi didn’t even respond, eagerly watching as Hoseok worked his belt open. The moment Hoseok’s pants were pulled down far enough to free his dick, Yoongi was on him. Hoseok had to bite back a gasp as Yoongi took his cock in one long swallow, not stopping until he hit the back of his throat. Yoongi bobbed his head with fervor and his eyes fell shut as the corners of his lips lifted slightly around Hoseok’s cock. Namjoon watched as Hoseok turned hot and red under Yoongi’s ministrations. He stroked his dick, still out and wet from Yoongi’s mouth, as Hoseok’s head tipped back in a silent moan. They both looked so pretty like this, Yoongi in his favorite place on his knees and Hoseok blushed in pleasure above him. Just looking at them wasn’t enough, even though he was still too close to coming. He needed more.
Namjoon moved to the floor to kneel behind Yoongi. He ran his hands over Yoongi’s back before sliding them to his hips. Yoongi pushed back into his hold while Hoseok looked down at them with dark, half-lidded eyes, and Namjoon took that as all the invitation he needed. He snaked his hand around to undo Yoongi’s fly and pull down his jeans and boxers, exposing his half hard cock and bare ass. Yoongi shifted on his knees to raise his hips higher towards Namjoon, almost as if he was presenting. Namjoon brought his hand up to Yoongi’s lips and collected the drool that spilled out around Hoseok’s dick on his fingers before reaching down to slide between Yoongi’s cheeks and tease at his rim. It wasn’t nearly enough lubrication, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from moaning and canting his hips back to encourage Namjoon.
“Are you really going to finger him dry in the hallway?” Hoseok panted out a little incredulously. His tone was judging, but his pupils were blown wide in arousal. Namjoon could see how much the thought affected him as Hoseok’s grip in Yoongi’s hair became more demanding, taking over the pace from Yoongi’s sloppy head bobs to force him all the way down, fucking into his throat.
“He likes it,” Namjoon replied simply. He slipped the first finger inside and watched Yoongi’s throat convulse around Hoseok’s dick. Hoseok stuttered out a curse, and Namjoon smirked. “Besides, you like it too.”
Yoongi thrust back into Namjoon’s hand, growing more desperate with each finger Namjoon gave him. His muffled, keening moans made Namjoon feel almost as drunk as he knew Yoongi was. The noises similarly affected Hoseok, his eyes falling closed and brow furrowing as he thrust short and sharp into Yoongi’s pliant mouth. Namjoon scissored his fingers a few times before deeming Yoongi as prepared as he was going to get with only spit and slowly withdrew. Yoongi was practically shivering as he waited for Namjoon to fill him up again. His hole clenched around nothing, and Namjoon felt his dick twitch in anticipation. He pulled his own pants further out of the way for better access and lined himself up. He pressed in without warning, groaning as Yoongi clenched around him. The lack of proper lube made it rough, but the slide was hot and tight.
“Mmf,” Yoongi let out a garbled wail around Hoseok’s cock. His own dick was still only half hard and flushed dark, bobbing between his legs as Namjoon started to thrust in. He probably wouldn’t be able to get fully hard with how drunk he was. Whiskey dick, Namjoon thought with some amusement. He grabbed tightly around the curve of Yoongi’s hips and set a rough pace. Fuck, he was already so close to coming. He dug his nails into Yoongi’s skin and hoped the marks would still be there in the morning when Yoongi sobered up. He rammed into Yoongi, spearing him between himself and Hoseok.
“God, give it to him, Namjoonie,” Hoseok encouraged, panting loud in the quiet of the dorm. The apartment was silent at this time of night, the only noises Hoseok and Namjoon’s ragged breathing, Yoongi’s muffled choking, and the slick, wet glide of them both sliding in and out of Yoongi. The vulgar sounds and Hoseok’s encouragement spurred Namjoon on. He sped up his hips and set a bruising pace. Yoongi rocked between them with each movement, pulling haggard moans from Hoseok’s lips. Yoongi gasped and gagged around Hoseok’s cock but tried to keep up with the pace. He canted his hips back into each thrust and let his mouth fall open, loose and messy, for Hoseok to thrust into.
“So good for us, hyung,” Namjoon praised as his balls slapped at Yoongi’s ass.
Hoseok opened his eyes and hummed in agreement. “A perfect little whore, on his knees for us where anyone could see him.” Yoongi made a low, pleased noise in the back of his throat, and Hoseok brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead, the motion tender even as he continued fucking Yoongi’s mouth.
Namjoon couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out to spill across Yoongi’s hole and back, eyes screwing shut as he used his hand to stroke himself through his orgasm. He groaned as he came down from the high and opened his eyes to see Hoseok finishing inside Yoongi’s mouth. Hoseok thrust as deep as he could into Yoongi’s throat and held him there. Namjoon watched Hoseok’s hips stutter through his orgasm and his hands twist in Yoongi’s hair. Once he pulled out, Yoongi coughed and sputtered, falling forward until they both caught him with his head laying against Hoseok’s thigh. His expression was glassy and blissed out, but when Namjoon looked down he hadn’t gotten off, his dick softer than before.
“Did you want to get off, hyung?” Hoseok asked gently, moving Yoongi slightly until he was in a more comfortable position leaning against him.
“Mm no, sleep. Take me to bed,” Yoongi murmured with a raspy voice as his eyes fought to stay open.
“Okay, just let us clean you up first, yeah?” Namjoon helped him stand before Yoongi had a chance to answer him. He worked with Hoseok to shuffle Yoongi to the bathroom, trying to stay quiet as they moved past bedroom doors. They made quick work of cleaning Yoongi off. A wet washcloth wiped away the worst of the cum on his back, and Hoseok coaxed him through brushing his teeth. Once he was clean enough for the night, they moved him down the hall to his bedroom. They took turns holding him up as they changed first themselves and then Yoongi into pajamas. Hoseok stepped away to pull the comforter back on the bed and fluff up the pillows while Namjoon scooped a bleary Yoongi up. Hei whined groggily as Namjoon tried to lay him down until they both joined him in the bed. Hoseok motioned for Namjoon to settle on the other side of Yoongi, and they caged him in, snug between them. Yoongi made a pleased noise and finally laid back against the pillows. He pulled them both as close as possible, and they both watched, endeared, as he drifted off between them.