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Jongho hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off Yeosang all night. It’s not exactly a brand-new occurrence. Yeosang is captivating. But Jongho thought he’d sort of developed a tolerance for how alluring Yeosang can be just by sheer proximity. However, as tonight makes perfectly clear, Jongho’s tolerance really only applies to relaxed Yeosang, to stage persona and work Yeosang, he’s wildly unprepared for loose, carefree, club Yeosang.
He’s seen Yeosang in some more promiscuous outfits before. The stylists wanting to show off Yeosang’s hard work just as much as Yeosang likes having it shown off. But the aura Yeosang exudes when he’s chosen his own outfit is softer and sultrier than the coarser sexuality of their stage outfits. The fluttering of his shirt and the line of his pants leave onlookers with fleeting glimpses of smooth skin and hard muscle. Jongho can barely keep himself from drooling.
He’s other worldly in the flashing club lights, head tossed back, skin glistening with sweat. Jongho watches as he lifts his arms above head, exposing a strip of skin at his waistband before running his hands back down over his torso. He floats along with the music oblivious to Jongho’s lusting. His eyes drift to where Wooyoung is currently grinding on San. In the private room they were in they didn’t have to worry about who might see what, they could all just let loose for a while.
Jongho is surprised that Wooyoung and Yeosang aren’t dancing together considering how attached at the hip they’ve been lately. But Jongho won’t look a gift horse in the mouth and decides he’s going to go over and dance with Yeosang.
They’ve danced together before. But there’s something weighing on Jongho’s mind that this time will be different. He pushes off where he’s been leaning against their table, nursing his drink, and joins Yeosang in the open space in their room meant for dancing. He edges over to where Yeosang is dancing and gently places his hands on Yeosang’s hips. Yeosang’s eyes flutter open and he smiles when he makes eye contact with Jongho. Sweeping his bangs off his face reveals to Jongho how red Yeosang’s cheeks are. The elder steps forward aligning himself flush with Jongho’s chest and squeezes the younger’s wrists.
“Hi.”
Yeosang breathes into the space between them. Jongho’s floored by how much he aches for Yeosang in that moment. How badly he wants to kiss Yeosang, to press him against the wall; it consumes him. He leans his weight forward on to the balls of his feet, so their bodies are molded closer. Yeosang accepts him easily and moves his hands to Jongho’s elbows to steady them further. The tips of his fingers dip under where Jongho’s rolled sleeves sit on his skin. It’s barely even anything, it’s not anything really, just a mindless brushing of skin, but Jongho’s breath catches in his chest at the feeling.
Jongho leans in and closes the distance with Yeosang’s ear. He stops so his lips just brush the shell.
“You look good tonight.”
The huskiness of his own voice surprises himself. He feels Yeosang arch into him and feels the shudder of his breath. Jongho’s eyes flick up and he’s caught in the stare of Wooyoung’s gaze. He freezes, unsure what’s about to happen. Yeosang must notice because he pulls back slightly and cups Jongho’s cheek to draw his attention to the other.
“Jjongie?”
As much as he resists admitting it out loud Jongho treasures when his members treat him softly. He doesn’t like to be constantly babied; he’s more than capable of being independent and coming from a family where he’s the eldest it’s a big adjustment to be the youngest in their group. But the members listen to him carefully and respect his independence, but as the careful coddling and tenderness comes from a place of familiarity instead of duty to their youngest Jongho finds himself less and less inclined to resist it.
“Sorry, I think Wooyoung’s a little uncomfortable with how close we are.”
Yeosang turns to look at Wooyoung who winks obnoxiously back at the other. Yeosang rolls his eyes and turns back to Jongho. He swings them around, so Jongho’s back is facing Wooyoung and cups both sides of Jongho’s neck.
“Just ignore him. He’s being a menace.”
Jongho grimaces without really thinking about it. It’s strange for Yeosang to be so unconcerned with what Wooyoung thinks is going on between them. Yeosang makes his own face and pulls his hands away from touching Jongho.
“I’m just not super in love with the idea of coming in between the two of you if there’s something there.”
Yeosang hums.
“I know we’ve never really addressed it with the group. I guess because Wooyoung and San are so close we never really thought we has to explain, but like, we aren’t exactly exclusive.”
Jongho’s not entirely sure he understands, and he expresses that confusion to Yeosang.
“Sure, Wooyoung and I are partners, but we aren’t exclusive partners. He’s basically dating San and seeing a lot of the other members too. I’ve got something going on with Yunho that we haven’t quite worked all the way through yet. As long as we discuss it, we are free to do what we want. And when it comes to the members, to you, we trust you guys so implicitly it’s already been discussed that we are open to whatever you all are.”
Jongho hums, brows still furrowed as he tries to figure out what exactly that means. Yeosang strokes his thumb over the soft skin under Jongho’s jawline.
“Wooyoung is my soulmate, but that doesn’t mean the rest of you aren’t.”
It seems so simple when Yeosang puts it like that and who is he to argue the semantics of someone else’s relationship. So, Jongho nods once resolutely and presses closer to Yeosang again. Yeosang hums and wraps his arms around Jongho’s shoulders, freeing up his neck so he can press his face against the soft skin.
“I think you were saying something about me looking good?”
Jongho chuckles and drags one hand down to squeeze Yeosang’s hip, fingers dangerously close to his ass.
“You know you look hot.”
“I do.” Yeosang giggles. “But I still love to hear it.”
Jongho rucks up Yeosang’s shirt and presses his warm palm to the sweat slicked center of Yeosang’s back.
“You’re so hot.”
Yeosang hums in appreciation laying gentle open-mouthed kisses to Jongho’s neck. Jongho can sense the moment Yeosang keys back into the music because his hips begin to twist against the younger’s.
If Jongho hadn’t been dangerously close to being hard before, he is well on his way now. He drags his other hand down Yeosang’s side before cupping the firm cheek of his ass in his hand. The elder keens lowly into Jongho’s neck before leaning back on his heels to look at the other.
“Jongho, don’t play a game you aren’t prepared to see through.”
Jongho leans into the palm cupping his cheek and turns to press delicate kisses on the soft skin.
“I’ll take whatever you give me. Whatever you’re prepared to give.”
Yeosang leans in and slides his hand into the soft hair at the back of Jongho’s neck guiding him forward until their mouths meet. Yeosang’s lips are soft and warm, and Jongho can feel the warmth of Yeosang’s cheeks jumping to his own. He rocks forward until their bodies are molded together. Yeosang arches onto his toes, evening out the minimal height difference between them and pressing their lips together more firmly.
He grips Yeosang’s hip and separates them so they both have a moment to breathe.
“You should take me somewhere private before I do something scandalous in front of your boyfriend and his boyfriend.”
Jongho whispers and Yeosang giggles. Jongho can see him watching Wooyoung over his shoulder. The twinkle of mirth that graces Yeosang’s eyes when he’s particularly delighted causes warmth to swell in Jongho’s chest.
“He likes to watch.” Yeosang giggles again and leans over to mouth wetly at Jongho’s jaw and then his neck. “He gets off on it.”
Jongho swallows heavily and resists the urge to turn and look at Wooyoung over his shoulder. He’s fully hard in his jeans now and he hopes Yeosang is at least close for his own sake. He’s acutely aware though of how much he likes the idea of Wooyoung watching them. Of Wooyoung egging him on to hold Yeosang tighter, kiss him more, fuck him harder. And he wants that.
Jongho squeezes Yeosang’s hip again where he’s holding it. He clears his throat and leans into Yeosang’s touch.
“He can, if you want him to.”
Yeosang retreats slightly to make eye contact with Jongho. He does his best not to shrink under the elder’s gaze.
“Would you like to fuck me with someone watching?”
Jongho shudders. He would, probably more than he should want something. But the idea of Wooyoung seeing him exert his strength and make Yeosang feel good has him straining in his pants. He tries to picture just a random stranger in Wooyoung’s place, but it feels wrong. That uncomfortable feeling settles in his stomach once he imagines Seonghwa’s face, or San’s, any of the members really. His members know he’s strong, but the idea of showing off his strength this way to make Yeosang fall apart. He wants that.
A hand on his waist startles him as Wooyoung, seemingly sans San, joins the two of them on the dance floor. Wooyoung’s other hand laces his fingers through the hair on the back of Yeosang’s head.
“Hello boys.”
Jongho already knows just by the tone of Wooyoung’s voice if he doesn’t fuck Yeosang Wooyoung will be. It’s that clingy, sultry lilt when Jongho’s often privy to but never had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. Yeosang loops is arm around Wooyoung to pull him closer and Jongho follows his lead, wrapping on arm around Wooyoung’s hips.
Wooyoung preens at being pulled into their hug and nuzzles his face into Jongho’s shoulder.
“I could see you both watching me.”
Yeosang giggles.
“Jongho thought he might be coming between us, so I had to reassure him you really don’t mind.”
Wooyoung hums and leans to look in Jongho’s eyes.
“Would you like to be between us?”
Jongho can’t help but smile and cringe at the same time as Wooyoung radiates smugness and Yeosang smothers his laughs into Wooyoung’s shoulder.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”
Yeosang giggles leaning over to kiss Wooyoung’s cheek. Jongho agrees but doesn’t make any move to express his agreement knowing Wooyoung would never let him live it down if he admitted he thinks Wooyoung’s cute enough to get away with mischief.
“It’s an honest question.”
Wooyoung says, still obviously very proud of himself. Jongho squirms and leans in to whisper in Wooyoung’s ear.
“Seems like you’re more inclined to be pressed between Yeosang and I, hmm?”
Wooyoung quiets almost instantly and leans into Jongho’s warm chest. He grins when Jongho retreats and squeezes the younger’s waist.
“Oh, this is going to be lovely.”
Yeosang clears his throat.
“Jjongie and I wanted to know if you wanted to watch him fuck me.”
Wooyoung practically purrs, leaning forward to mouth at Yeosang’s jaw.
“Sure.”
Yeosang worries his lower lip between his teeth, glancing between Jongho and Wooyoung. He leans in and whispers something in Wooyoung’s ear and the pair makes pointed eye contact.
Jongho’s stomach swoops with slight anxiety about what they are possibly discussing, maybe Yeosang had been hoping Wooyoung would disagree and remove the idea from the table all together. He watches Wooyoung smile gently at Yeosang and take his fingers through the elder’s bangs, pushing them out of his face.
“Of course.”
Wooyoung says sweetly, leaning forward again to press a more purposeful kiss to Yeosang’s mouth. Jongho reflexively squeezes Wooyoung’s hip where he’s holding it. Wooyoung smiles at him again, leaning up on his toes again to delicately kiss Jongho’s cheek.
“Let’s get you home shall we?”
Jongho feels his shoulders sag in relief, and he nods. The reluctantly separate for the short car ride home. Their manager gives them a strange look when they decide to all seat themselves in the last row of the van, and Jongho hopes he blames it on the alcohol and the tipsy aura they all elude.
They stumble into the dorm, Yeosang plastered to Jongho’s back and Wooyoung giggling behind them. They crash through the door of their bedroom and Jongho finds himself thankful, not for the first time, that they all share now. Wooyoung locks the door behind him and maneuvers Yeosang’s gaming chair to face Jongho’s free standing bed.
The air of authority that overtakes him is sudden and sends a zip of electricity up Jongho’s spine. Yeosang smothers a few nervous laughs into Jongho’s shoulder before positioning himself in front of the younger. Jongho sits down on the edge of his bed holding delicately onto Yeosang’s hips.
It’s not that Jongho wouldn’t say he’s nervous. There’s a pleasant anticipation burning at the bottom of his stomach, but Jongho expected himself to be more wary of being watched. But even just sitting there, Wooyoung is radiating security and calmness that whisks away any trepidation Jongho held.
Yeosang glances over his shoulder at Wooyoung and takes a step closer to Jongho.
“Jjongie,” Wooyoung croons. “Yeosangie, wanted me to share something with you.”
Jongho cocks his head at Yeosang and then directs his gaze to Wooyoung sitting relaxed in the chair. Yeosang leans down to hide his face in the top of Jongho’s head.
“What?”
“Something he likes, but he’s a little shy about sharing it. But he wants it from you. And you’re kind and thoughtful aren’t you?” Wooyoung leans forward resting his elbows on his spread knees. “You won’t tease him?”
Jongho nods.
“I want to be good for you both.”
Yeosang whines and Wooyoung smirks.
“Good, I’m glad to hear it baby.” The tone of Wooyoung’s voice stirs something deep in Jongho. “Yeosang wants me to tell you what he likes, and you’ve got to have an open mind about it.” Jongho nods again and pulls Yeosang flush against him, trying his best to radiate an aura of security.
He loves his members so much and the bond he and Yeosang have is something he’s never felt with anyone before. Jongho would never judge Yeosang harshly for what he likes in bed. He knows him like the back of his hand and knows that in all aspects of his life, Yeosang is kind and pure.
“Our darling Yeosangie likes it when he gets tickled.”
Jongho inhales sharply. Yeosang squeaks into Jongho’s ear.
“Tickled?”
Jongho clarifies and Yeosang squirms against him. Wooyoung clucks his tongue.
“You said you wouldn’t be judgmental.”
Jongho shakes his head, squeezing Yeosang’s waist where he’s holding it. He can’t have Wooyoung being disappointed with him, and he doesn’t want Yeosang to think he’s judging him.
“I’m not. There’s nothing wrong with liking that. I’ve just—“ Jongho stops himself. “I’ve never been with someone or seen anyone be tickled during sex before. I wanted to make sure.”
Yeosang finally pries his face away from Jongho’s head.
“You’re not mad?”
Jongho shakes his head and reaches up to pinch Yeosang’s chin between his two fingers. Their lips meet as Jongho guides the other down to a sentimental kiss. Yeosang laces his fingers through Jongho’s hair, the palms of his hands squishing his cheeks. Dragging his hands down, Jongho grips Yeosang’s muscular thighs.
Yeosang moans. And Jongho jumps on the opportunity to lick into the other’s mouth.
“Jongho, baby, do you think Sangie’s been good?”
The throaty attraction that’s dripping from Wooyoung’s voice has Jongho’s cock twitching in his pants.
“I’ve been good.”
Yeosang rasps as he separates from Jongho’s mouth. Jongho nods and turns to look at Wooyoung.
“I think so.”
“Me too. I think you should reward him. Give him what he wants, tickling, a little bit of manhandling. I’ll sit back and watch for a bit, hmm?”
Jongho nods and finally leans into kiss Yeosang again. It’s not desperation that sinks into Jongho’s chest but deep yearning. He wants Yeosang so badly it’s making his chest ache. He pulls away from Yeosang’s mouth to connect his own to his neck. Yeosang groans and tangles his fingers further in Jongho’s hair.
Jongho rucks Yeosang’s shirt up out of his pants and slips his hands under the fabric. He traces the lines of Yeosang’s abdomen reverently before bringing his thumbs up to rub over Yeosang’s nipples. Yeosang’s hips twitch forward.
Jongho’s brain can’t help but wonder if Wooyoung is watching him or Yeosang. He doesn’t know which he’d prefer, which he wants more. The room is full of the sound of Yeosang panting. Jongho pulls away from Yeosang’s neck, happy to see the faint beginnings of some hickeys smattered across his skin. He pulls Yeosang’s shirt up further, helping the other take it off fully.
“You’re just so beautiful.”
Jongho hadn’t realized he was speaking out loud until the blush spread across Yeosang’s cheeks and down his neck.
“You are too.”
Yeosang whispers leaning forward to cup Jongho’s cheeks again. They spend just a moment looking at each other taking in the situation. Jongho tentatively reaches forward and undoes the button on Yeosang’s pants before guiding them down his legs. Yeosang steps back and out of the pants leaving him only in his underwear.
Jongho stands and undoes the button of his jeans, pushing them to the floor. He decides to leave his shirt on for the moment and as gracefully as he can backs onto the bed guiding Yeosang with him until they’re both kneeling together in the middle of the mattress. Jongho doesn’t hold back and lets his hands wander all over Yeosang’s exposed skin.
Yeosang’s own hands have migrated under Jongho’s sweater, fingers dipping under the lip of his underwear to dig into his butt cheeks. Laving his tongue over the marks he started earlier, Jongho holds Yeosang’s torso steady.
Yeosang giggles pressing his straining erection against Jongho’s own.
“You’ve got a needy mouth, huh?”
Jongho smirks and grabs one of the pillows from the head of the bed.
“You’ve got no idea.”
He’s careful to not be too forceful when arranging Yeosang, but he doesn’t leave much room for resistance either. Yeosang seems only confused for a moment when Jongho bends him over chest resting on the pillow, facing Wooyoung, knees splayed wide.
“Oh fuck.”
Yeosang whispers, his entire body tensing like a live wire. Jongho massages Yeosang’s upper thighs and leans down to bite at his cheek through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs.
Jongho hazards a glance at Wooyoung for the first time since they really started and he isn’t surprised to see his hand down the front of his pants, not stroking yet, just lightly palming.
“Can I take your underwear off? Is this okay?”
The intensity of his own voice startles him. It’s thick with desire and Yeosang’s back arches slightly in response. Yeosang nods into the pillow. That won’t do. Jongho leans over him, completely covering him. He slots his dick in between Yeosang’s ass cheeks and weaves his fingers through Yeosang’s blonde locks. He pulls the elders face up out of the pillow so he’s staring directly at Wooyoung.
“Gonna have to use your words, love. Tell me what you want.”
Yeosang keens straining slightly against Jongho’s hold and pressing back against the younger.
“You can take them off. Please take them off.”
“Good, good.”
Yeosang pants headily, wriggling against Jongho. His body electrified with anticipation.
“Jjongie, are you gonna use your mouth?”
Jongho hums absently, pulling away to dig through his nightstand drawer.
“Is that what you want?”
“Please.”
He pulls out two condoms and drops one on the top of the table for later and brings the second with him as he returns to Yeosang’s side.
“Wooyoung, would you hand me some scissors?”
Wooyoung nods eyes finally prying away from Yeosang, whose taken to hiding his face in the pillow again. Wooyoung reaches for the scissors on the desk behind him and stands, finally pulling his hand away from his cock, and strides over to Jongho. He places the scissors in Jongho’s outstretched hand and then his clean hand comes up to hold Jongho’s chin lightly.
The elder leans in and leaves a solid, warm kiss on Jongho’s mouth before returning to his perch over watching the whole scene.
Jongho shakes his head, blush covering his cheeks and pointedly avoids looking at Wooyoung’s smug face as he cuts the tip of the condom off and slices up the side so he can unroll it flat. He tosses the scissors on the floor along with the trash.
“You okay Sangie?”
Yeosang hums and pulls his face free again.
“Yes.”
“Good, I’m going to take your boxers off now.”
Yeosang arches his back as Jongho uses one hand to shimmy Yeosang’s ass out of its confines He discards the garment and takes the meat of one of his cheeks in his hand and squeezes.
“Please.”
The elder whines. Jongho grabs another pillow and adjusting Yeosang’s chest solidly onto his own pillow before supporting his chest with the other pillow. He spreads Yeosang’s cheeks and lays the cut condom out over Yeosang’s hole.
Jongho can hear Wooyoung shedding his own pants and cracking open his bottle of lube.
Jongho leans in and bites the warm, salty skin where Yeosang’s thigh meets his ass. He drags his nose softly up over the skin, let himself hover just over where he promised.
“Are you ready?”
Yeosang clenches every muscle.
“Yes, yes.”
Jongho chuckles and leans in to run his tongue wetly over the latex. Yeosang keens lowly in the back of his throat. Jongho loses himself in the motions, focusing on varying his pressure and responding to what Yeosang’s reaction tells him he likes.
Yeosang is an open book of reactions that Jongho is proud to be fluent in.
Jongho massages Yeosang’s cheeks in his hands. He loses himself in the feeling of it, in listening and reacting to Yeosang for god knows how long. His jaw begins to ache, and he pulls back for a moment to gauge the tension. There’s the slick sound of Wooyoung’s hand working himself over and Yeosang’s heavy panting against the pillow beneath him.
“Jjongie, please.”
Yeosang begs. Jongho carefully eases the other off his knees, until he’s lying flat against the pillow and mattress. He carefully wraps his fingers around Yeosang’s ankle and stretches each leg out one by one, careful to massage away any tension he feels in the muscles. He disposes of the makeshift dental dam and then leans back on his haunches to remove his own boxers.
“Jongho,” Wooyoung’s stern tone pulls Jongho’s focus away from his masterplan. Wooyoung cocks an eyebrow at the younger. And Jongho can’t help but let his eyes drift down to where Wooyoung’s hand has paused while stroking over his own cock. He knows that the throb of lust that pound through him must show on his face because Wooyoung gains a smugness that has Jongho blushing regardless. “Don’t forget what we talked about baby.”
Oh. Right. Yeosang moans and shuffles around until his torso is twisted and he can look Jongho in the eyes.
“Will you tickle me?”
Jongho scrambles forward, hands coming to clutch at Yeosang’s sides. He maneuvers Yeosang’s legs together and slides his dick in the space between Yeosang’s thighs the bottom of Yeosang’s plush cheeks resting against the base of his cock and the heavy, tight weight of Yeosang’s balls on the front of it.
Jongho throws his leg over Yeosang’s and brings the hand trapped underneath him up to lightly cup around Yeosang’s throat.
“Is this okay?”
Yeosang moans and nods, wriggling slightly in Jongho’s hold.
“Yes.”
Jongho peers across the room at Wooyoung, looking at the elder with a heavy gaze.
“Wooyoung, will you come hold his hands?”
“Fuck, Jongho, please.”
Yeosang whines. Tipping his head back against the other’s shoulder, and Jongho applies just a modicum of pressure against the other’s neck before relaxing again. Wooyoung nods and stands, shucking his pants fully and tearing his shirt off as he makes his way over to the bed. He carefully clasps Yeosang’s hands in his. Wooyoung returns Jongho’s lustful stare and leans forward to kiss Jongho, pinning Yeosang pitifully between them.
The kiss is more intense than the brief one they shared earlier, Wooyoung wastes no time in slipping his tongue into the younger’s mouth and bringing the younger’s tongue into his own, he carefully sucks on it once before separating at Yeosang’s delicate whimper. He doesn’t return to his position on the floor though, he studies Jongho’s face before glancing down at Yeosang.
“May I kiss him?”
Something feral ignites in Jongho at the fact that Wooyoung, Yeosang’s Wooyoung, is asking him permission to kiss him. That somehow in the mere twenty minutes since they left the club the power has shifted from Wooyoung to him. He is now calling the shots; he decides when and how Yeosang receives his pleasure.
“Of course.”
Yeosang preens in Jongho’s hold and easily accepts Wooyoung’s mouth against his. They kiss for a moment, Jongho leaning forward to press his own mouth greedily to Wooyoung’s and then Yeosang’s shoulder. Wooyoung finally tilts back, still hovering over Yeosang slightly and the two share a meaningful conversation of glances that Jongho only hopes to one day be able to understand before Yeosang opens his mouth and delicately sticks out his tongue. Wooyoung’s eyes flick up to Jongho before he clears his throat and Jongho watches Wooyoung work his tongue minutely in his mouth, just a small back and forth motion, lips slightly parted, before he purses his lips and lets a glob spit fall from his mouth to Yeosang’s tongue. Yeosang leaves his tongue out of his mouth for a moment before rolling it back into his mouth and swallowing.
Wooyoung makes hesitant eye contact with Jongho like he’s a little nervous that Jongho’s same trepidation from the club would appear again, but Jongho just smirks and lazily thrusts his hips forward once, twice, and then tickles Yeosang’s flank where his one free hand had been resting innocuously. Yeosang tightens like a live wire had been brought to the bottom of his foot. Jongho steadies his hand around Yeosang’s throat, but never applies more than a moment of pressure.
Wooyoung diligently pins the eldest’s wrists to the mattress as Yeosang squirms and squeals in Jongho’s pin. Jongho brings his hand down and around to tickle across Yeosang’s stomach. Yeosang’s bucking causes his hard cock to brush against Jongho’s knuckles.
Jongho pauses and Yeosang sobs. He turns his head, bringing his forehead to rest against Jongho’s neck. Jongho strokes his fingers against his cheek and cranes his neck awkwardly to kiss Yeosang once more.
“You alright?”
“Yes.”
Yeosang croaks.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
Yeosang nods, gripping Wooyoung’s forearm where the other is holding him.
“Please, I think¾” He heaves in a shaky breath. “I think I’m close.”
Jongho can feel his own cock twitch between Yeosang’s thighs. Wooyoung snickers.
“You think Sangie?”
Yeosang whines, removing himself from Jongho’s neck to glare at Wooyoung.
“Shut up.”
Jongho doesn’t give them the chance to devolve into further bickering. Instead, he begins tickling Yeosang again, this time cupping the elder’s jaw with fingers on one cheek and thumb on the other, making it so he can’t look away from Wooyoung. Jongho tests all his coordination abilities and begins to thrust his hips slowly. He angles his hips so that the tip of his cock runs up and down against Yeosang’s own. Wooyoung transfers Yeosang’s wrists so he can hold them in one hand and brings his free one out to pinch and rub Yeosang’s nipples before adding to the tickling sensation in Yeosang’s armpit.
Yeosang’s head snaps backwards and his thighs clench around Jongho as he comes across the bedspread. Jongho stops tickling him and gently coaxes Wooyoung into helping him roll Yeosang onto his back. He smooths the others bangs out of his eyes. Wooyoung scooches closer where he’s kneeling on the floor.
“Yeosang?”
Wooyoung asks. Yeosang hums in response and turning to nuzzle into Jongho’s shoulder, he grabs Wooyoung’s hand where it’s petting small circles on his thigh.
“I’ve never done that before.”
Yeosang whispers, voice a little hoarse. Jongho hums, dutifully ignoring the ache between his legs. Wooyoung snickers and leans forward to mouth along Yeosang’s jaw.
“A little out of it, baby?”
Yeosang nods and stretches out any remaining tightness from where Jongho had him pinned.
Finally, he seems more focused than he had been, and he smiles at Jongho.
“What’s next?”
“Don’t hog all the orgasms. Let your dick recover. It’s my turn.”
Jongho giggles nervously as Wooyoung clambers over Yeosang and into Jongho’s lap. Wooyoung’s warm hands come up and cup Jongho’s neck. He tentatively places his hands on Wooyoung’s slim hips. Wooyoung is bursting with kindness and light constantly, it’s always been a little intimidating for Jongho. Wooyoung directs so much attention onto whoever he is focusing on that it’s always made Jongho just a little more self-conscious than normal. Jongho feels a little small under Wooyoung’s gaze. It’s so easy for the other to switch back and forth between controlling their dynamic and submitting to what Jongho wants and it’s leaving Jongho a little dizzy.
Wooyoung’s hand comes up to tilt Jongho’s face to look at him. Honestly, sometimes the animal comparisons that their fans make leave Jongho a little confused as to what they are seeing, but the grin spreading across Wooyoung’s mouth right now could only be described as fox like. Smug and just the barest hint of mischief that leaves Jongho just a little worried for how sore and spent he will be after attending to both Yeosang and Wooyoung.
Wooyoung leans in and presses his mouth to Jongho’s for the third time that night. It seems silly of Jongho to keep count, to be so obsessed with how many times specifically he and Wooyoung have kissed but having been left on the outside of Wooyoung’s little circle of getting off for as long as he had been, Jongho wants to treasure every chance he gets to kiss the elder.
And beyond that, there’s something absolutely mind numbing about kissing Wooyoung.
Jongho hasn’t kissed many people. Including the two people in the room, he’d bring his total count to about six, maybe seven if you count the little boy on the playground when he was five, but adult, romantic or sexual kiss partners is capped out at six. So perhaps he’s not the most experienced, or a leading expert in the field, but the warm zap of electricity that races down his spin the moment Wooyoung’s lips meet his tells him that Wooyoung is more than just a good kisser out of his small testing pool.
They’re both in a strange state of undress. Yeosang is naked next to them, having rolled on his side once more to watch the pair, and both Jongho and Wooyoung are down to only their tops, pants and boxers tossed aside in the journey. Jongho is left in his thin sweater, which he’s regretting just slightly with how much he can feel the sweat pooling in the dimples on his back. While Wooyoung is still wearing his flowing button up top, barely buttoned together, with his sleeves now pushed up to his elbows.
Wooyoung rakes his nails gently across Jongho’s scalp where he’s cupping the back of the younger’s head. He pulls away just enough to whisper, speaking almost directly into Jongho’s mouth.
“Jjongie, babe, will you do me a favor? You told me you want to be good right?”
Jongho nods hesitantly. He knows Wooyoung would never do anything to purposefully upset him, but he is also full of just the right amount of manic energy to lovingly tease Jongho until he can’t anymore.
“You’ll get me off right? Make me see stars just like you did for Sangie huh?”
Jongho can’t help but notice that most of Wooyoung’s flirting relies on seemingly rhetorical questions that feed into his partner’s need to please him. And it’s clever, Jongho will give him that, because more than anything in this moment Jongho wants, aches, to give Wooyoung what he wants.
“What do you want, Wooyoung?”
Wooyoung pouts, which is nearly more dangerous than the smug aura he had before. Because Jongho has decided whatever Wooyoung asks for in this moment he will give the other. He can’t resist Wooyoung’s plush bottom lip and sparking eyes.
“I know you’re gonna fuck Sangie, and your cock is all for him, hmm. But you can give me something can’t you?”
“I think I can spare you something.”
Jongho plays with Wooyoung just a little, trying to remain interested but just aloof enough that Wooyoung won’t stop pouting. Prying Jongho’s hand off his hip, Wooyoung starts to play just slightly with Jongho’s fingers. He peers up at Jongho from under his lashes, mimicking the younger’s gaze from earlier and pouts even harder.
“I’m not asking for much.” Jongho quirks an eyebrow at the elder. “Really, it’s nothing. I’d just like to have your fingers in me while I suck your cock.”
Jongho inhales sharply, fingers clenching around Wooyoung’s. His eyes wander briefly to Yeosang who is watching the pair intently.
“That’s all, huh?”
Wooyoung nods, pulling Jongho’s hand up to his face, stroking his cheek along the back of Jongho’s hand.
“Please?”
Jongho drags his knuckle over Wooyoung’s cheek bone.
“You’ve been very helpful tonight. So, I guess I can manage to give you this.”
The same sly grin covers Wooyoung’s face. He playfully rolls his eyes and leans forward in Jongho’s lap until they are chest to chest.
“It must be such a struggle for you to force yourself to finger me.”
Jongho smirks and takes Wooyoung’s ass cheeks in his hands. The hem of Wooyoung’s shirt brushing over his wrists. Wooyoung hums and leans down to mouth along Jongho’s neck. Jongho’s breath stutters in his chest.
“Yeosang, hand me the lube.”
Jongho doesn’t mean for it to come out as intensely as it does, but Yeosang doesn’t comment and hastily hands Jongho the bottle of half used cherry scented lube.
Jongho blanches at the bottle of lube and pulls back to look at Wooyoung incredulously as the elder strips himself of his shirt and hikes Jongho’s up so it’s bunched under his armpits.
“Are we picking lube like candy now?”
Yeosang giggles. Wooyoung pouts.
“I got bored of the plain old standard, besides it stops smelling like anything after about ten minutes. Leave me alone.”
Jongho laughs and pats Wooyoung’s butt affectionately.
“Alright fair enough, turn around for me.”
Wooyoung kisses Jongho once more before maneuvering himself so he’s straddling Jongho’s chest backwards. He leans forward and circles his fingers around the base of Jongho’s cock. Jongho breathes harshly through his nose at the first true contact with his skin. Wooyoung leans down and presses his tongue across the head of Jongho’s cock.
It’s obvious to Jongho that Wooyoung likes everything messy and wet, just the spitting alone should have been Jongho’s biggest clue. But Wooyoung laves his tongue all over the warm skin. Jongho can’t see what Wooyoung is doing, but he can feel the taught suction and hear the slurping sounds. Jongho tilts his head back, collecting himself.
Much like the people he’s kissed, Jongho can count the times he’s had his dick sucked on one hand and this time with Wooyoung right now makes two. Jongho grips Wooyoung’s soft thigh and concentrates on slicking up his fingers. The harsh smell of artificial cherry fills his nose and Jongho circles his index finger slowly around Wooyoung’s rim. He gently works his fingers in and dedicates his mental effort to finding Wooyoung’s prostate. He finally finds it and knows he has when Wooyoung jerks against him, gagging himself on Jongho’s cock.
Wooyoung pulls off, panting wetly against Jongho’s thigh.
“Fuck.”
Jongho startles as Yeosang’s hand reaches between he and Wooyoung, circling the flat of his palm around the tip of Wooyoung’s penis. Wooyoung doesn’t gag this time, but he drops himself lower, nose brushing over Jongho’s balls, moaning.
Jongho has to stop himself from digging his nails in where he’s clutching Wooyoung’s thigh.
“You feel so good, Wooyoung.”
Jongho gasps as the elder hollows his cheeks and drags the right suction up his shaft. Yeosang brings his hand up under Wooyoung’s face and taps his chin.
“Spit.”
Wooyoung let’s a mouthful of drool pool into Yeosang’s hand, before he clears his throat, swallows noisily, and takes the head of Jongho’s cock back into his mouth. He just rests there, catching his breath, laving his tongue against Jongho’s slit and using his hand to work the rest. Yeosang cups the wet mess of spit and pre-come around the head of Wooyoung’s cock and works his thumb into the sensitive frenulum.
Wooyoung is shaking so badly, clenching around Jongho’s fingers, and squeezing his knees around Jongho’s chest. He bears down on Wooyoung’s prostate as Wooyoung takes him deeper again. Wooyoung’s back arches and he sobs as he cums into Yeosang’s hand and down onto Jongho’s stomach.
Jongho stills his fingers and Yeosang’s free hand comes up to stop Jongho from removing them as Wooyoung twitches through the remnants of his orgasm. Yeosang squeezes Jongho’s wrist and leans over to kiss the swell of Wooyoung’s ass before standing.
“Keep your hand there just a second.”
Jongho listens and pets the back of Wooyoung’s thigh as he twitches atop him.
“You did so good, Wooyoung.”
Jongho praises mindlessly, smoothing his hand over all of Wooyoung’s skin he can reach. Wooyoung hums and Jongho can feel him smile against his hip.
“Not so bad yourself.”
He slurs, tongue heavy in his mouth. Leave it to Wooyoung to never let a moment for banter pass. Jongho smiles. Yeosang reappears with a pink tinted glass butt plug, which Jongho is shocked to discover has been kept in his room without even an inkling of his knowledge. He’s rolling it between his hands and letting his hot breath coat the surface trying to bring it up to a comfortable temperature. Wooyoung whines as Yeosang rolls the tip of it over his back letting it dip down his crack momentarily.
“Feel alright?”
Wooyoung nods and Yeosang slicks up the plug before gently coaxing Jongho’s fingers out and sliding the plug snugly inside Wooyoung. The end flare is heart shaped and Jongho groans at how intensely lude the whole thing is.
Wooyoung shakily lifts himself so he’s sitting on Jongho again, moaning and twitching as the plug settles and shifts. Jongho follows him up, helping him as he dismounts Jongho’s chest to flop in the warm spot where Yeosang had been curled up.
“Ah, ah.” Yeosang tuts and recruits Jongho to help him get Wooyoung into his own bottom bunk just a few paces away from Jongho’s mattress. “Don’t pout at me you know you’ll be far less crabby if we don’t have to move you after or in the morning to change the sheets.”
Wooyoung settles at that and snuggles himself under the blankets.
“I guess I can still watch the show from here, huh? You gonna take good care of Sangie, Jongho?”
Jongho smirks, almost completely comfortable with his dynamic with Wooyoung now.
“I think I’ve proven I’m more than capable.”
Yeosang giggles and plasters himself to Jongho’s front, kissing up the youngers neck as his hands play with Jongho’s hair.
“Yeah, more than.”
Jongho guides Yeosang back over to the mattress. He sits the elder down on the edge and joins him, scooping Yeosang’s legs into his lap. Yeosang smiles at him and delicately tucks some of Jongho’s hair behind his ear.
“Hi.”
Yeosang whispers, eyes flitting all across Jongho’s face. His eyes linger on Jongho’s mouth, and he can tell Yeosang is resisting the urge to lean in. Jongho grips the other’s thigh, fingertips digging into the the plush muscle.
“Hey.”
Jongho breathes, inching closer. He spares a glance down and Yeosang is fairly soft where his cock rests in his lap. It’s a sharp shift from the pace Wooyoung and Jongho set as he and Yeosang essentially start their encounter over. Before Jongho has the opportunity to overthink anything, Yeosang cups his cheek and kisses him.
And it’s really hard to think about anything else except the way Yeosang’s mouth feels against his and the warmth of the other’s breath against his face. Yeosang slides his hands under Jongho’s now useless shirt and tries to press them closer. Jongho can feel his nose scrunch because he knows he’s sweaty and as he pulls away to apologize Yeosang occupies his mind before he can get the words out.
“God, Jjongie you’re so hot.”
Yeosang murmurs, too distracted with fumbling the sweater up and getting Jongho out of it to clearly articulate his thoughts. Jongho tries to help the other as he attempts to disrobe the younger. Yeosang mouths at Jongho’s neck, tongue rolling over the warm skin until he has to pull back to get the sweater off. Jongho smooths his hands across Yeosang’s stomach, trying to be as delicate as he can.
The elders stomach jumps under his hands and Jongho watches as his cock twitches, finally moving toward being fully erect. Yeosang clambers to his knees depositing himself in Jongho’s lap. He can’t help the deep groan that escapes his mouth as Yeosang’s pert ass cheeks graze across his own erection. He can feel Yeosang smile against his mouth where they’ve begun to kiss again.
Yeosang rocks in his lap, Jongho’s cock sliding between his cheeks. The elder reaches behind them and blindly wraps his fingers around Jongho’s dick and taps the head against his hole. Jongho can feel the tacky remnants of lube dripping down Yeosang’s taint. He brings his hand down and easily slips two fingers into Yeosang.
“Kept yourself busy I see.”
Jongho chuckles as Yeosang strokes over Jongho as best he can behind his back.
“Figured I could speed things along.”
The younger hums and removes his fingers to grab the lube and the other condom. He gently tips Yeosang out of his lap to stand and arrange himself properly on the mattress. He stretches out his shoulders, ignoring Wooyoung’s giggles from behind him, and then rolls on the condom.
Yeosang arranges himself on his back and reaches up to grab for Jongho. He bends over and tilts Yeosang’s chin toward him so he can kiss him squarely on the mouth.
“Can I maneuver you a little?”
Jongho whispers into the kiss and Yeosang hastily nods. He grabs the already soiled pillow that had been propping Yeosang’s hips up so long ago. He flips Yeosang up onto his knees. Jongho places the pillow under him again and presses down in the middle of Yeosang’s back until his legs splay out and he’s nearly flat to the mattress. Yeosang shakes his bangs out of his eyes and turns to rest his cheek against the bed glancing as best he can between Wooyoung and Jongho.
Jongho adjusts Yeosang’s legs until he deems the position good enough.
“You like it face down ass up huh Jjongie?”
Wooyoung teases, and though he’s trying to hide it, Jongho can tell he’s affected by seeing Yeosang splayed out for him.
“I’m sure someday you’ll find out.”
“Is that a threat?”
Wooyoung nearly cackles. Jongho shoots him a look over his shoulder as he straddles Yeosang’s thighs.
“It’s a promise.”
Jongho ignores Wooyoung continued giggling and turns his attention back to Yeosang. He grips his hip and thumbs across his butt cheek, spreading them slightly. He guides his cock to press against Yeosang’s hole and gently eases forward until the head breeches the ring of muscles. Yeosang moans and Jongho shuffles down to his elbows, fully covering the other.
He keeps pressing his hips forward until he’s fully sheathed inside Yeosang. He rubs the elders hip and grinds their hips together just to here Yeosang moan again.
“Tell me how you feel, Sangie.”
Wooyoung pipes up from where he’s watching, never one to keep quiet for long. Yeosang’s eyelids flutter open as he pants against the sheet, hands clenching around nothing. Jongho leans just a touch more of his weight onto the other watching the expression flicker into further pleasure across Yeosang’s face.
“Fuck.” He whispers over and over, until he manages to swallow, inhaling deeply. “He feels so good, Wooyoungie.”
Jongho grinds forward again and slowly begins to pump his hips into Yeosang. The room falls silent except the wet squish of the excess of lube and both he and Yeosang’s heavy panting. Jongho shifts his weight, angling his hips until Yeosang hiccups out a soft moan.
“Oh god, right there.”
Jongho grabs Yeosang’s ribs, hands tucked up right under his armpits. He presses the elder into the mattress and doubles down on the speed of his thrusting. Jongho tries to maintain some sort of rhythm to ease them both into it. There’s an ache starting to build in his hamstrings as he supports himself as best he can, but he loves the burn. He wants to prove he can make Yeosang feel so good. And so far Jongho’s achieving that goal. He can see Yeosang’s face scrunching up in pleasure, mouth and teeth clenched tight. He’s whining, the sound stuttering out around them as it’s punched out in time with Jongho’s movements.
Jongho grunts as he can feel Yeosang clenching around him. His back arches as much it can underneath Jongho’s weight.
“You close, baby?”
Jongho whispers into Yeosang’s ear, letting the hot breath fan out across his skin. Yeosang nods frantically to the point where Jongho worries he’ll rub his skin raw. Jongho nips and kisses at the corner of Yeosang’s jaw. Jongho slams his hips home and then digs his fingers into Yeosang’s armpits.
It’s honestly a talent that Jongho needs to include on his resume that he manages to keep Yeosang fairly pinned underneath him, while tickling him, and while still moving his cock enough to stimulate his prostate. He briefly relents on the tickling as Yeosang heaves in a deep breath. Fat tears drip down the other’s cheeks as he moans. He sucks in the drool and swallows and then Jongho presses into the skin once again and Yeosang nearly tears the sheets as he screams and convulses through his orgasm. Jongho switches to stroking over the younger’s skin and Yeosang’s clenching combine with the minimal grinding brings him over the edge finally.
“Fucking hell.”
Wooyoung whispers. Yeosang tries to smother his giggles into the bedsheet as he sniffles through the last of his tears. Jongho carefully slips out and ties off the condom before dropping it in the trashcan. He comes over and leans down to kiss the crown of Yeosang’s head. Yeosang hums happily and stretches out all his tight limbs. Jongho scoops him up and deposits him onto the other mattress next to Wooyoung and sets about cleaning up the room.
“Caught ourselves a good one, Sangie.”
Wooyoung teases. Jongho rolls his eyes and makes to throw the semen covered pillow at the pair and Wooyoung’s cackles turn to shrieks and then back to laughter as Jongho does not hurl the offensive item at him. He quickly cleans as best he can before sitting on his own bed. Yeosang offers him the pack of wet wipes that he and Wooyoung used to clean up. Jongho smiles but shakes his head.
“Unlike you heathens, I’m going to take a shower. If you’d recall one of you came all over my chest.”
Wooyoung tries to hide behind Yeosang as he giggles. Jongho stands and grabs his towel and a clean pair of pajamas before making his way to the door.
“Hurry back! You’ve opened the door to our hearts and now you’ll be subjected to post orgasm cuddles all night!”
Jongho smiles.