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Matthew didn’t think he had that much to drink at the party…
…so why was he was seeing double right now?
He looks down at his red solo cup, there's still a decent amount of whatever mixed drink he poured himself in the kitchen earlier. He’d barely even made a dent in it…
Maybe he shouldn’t have done those last two shots with Keeho earlier. That’s probably what it was.
In his defense, Matthew hadn’t seen him in a while, and one thing quickly led to another and well…he choked down shots that felt like liquid fire as it went down his esophagus. Keeho had kissed him after, “your fucking face man—here, let me kiss it better, yeah?” and then pulled Hao into a one armed hug before making his rounds catching up with other people he hadn't seen while he was studying abroad.
When Matthew looked back up from the contents in his cup, the view in front of him remained unchanged.
Two heads of light pink hair, glittery makeup, and shiny lip gloss covering their lips. Two people that possessed the kind of beauty that had people desperately bending over backwards to get a second look at.
Uchinaga Aeri and Zhang Hao, dressed as an angel and a devil respectively.
With Matthew dressed up as a priest in between them as they all chat together, it’s like it all comes full circle.
“So…how’s everything going with you two? Give me a little debrief, I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in forever!”
“What do you mean, we just hung out the other day?”
“I hung out with you, Hao, but I haven’t seen Matthew in like, what, a week or two? I want to hear about your guy’s relationship from his perspective this time.” Aeri directs her gaze and dazzling smile to Matthew. “Is Hao treating you well, Matthew?”
“Well…” Matthew starts off before breaking off into a fit of giggles when Hao gasps dramatically. “I’m kidding! Don’t worry, Hao-hyung is really nice to me, noona.”
Hao pouts about the way Matthew teased him until he wraps an arm around his lithe waist and kisses him on the jaw. With that, he’s placated, and Hao throws his arm around Matthew’s shoulders to keep him close. Leaning against his body like this, in the comfort of Hao’s embrace, helps Matthew ground himself.
After a year and a half of dating, Matthew is more than familiar with Hao’s friends that are outside their mutual friends.
However, Aeri is still someone that he can’t help but feel intimidated by.
It had been way worse when they first started dating, to the point that Hao had even made a point to ask him about it. Especially because Aeri was someone that Hao mentioned having a bit of history with, completely casual, but still something nonetheless.
“I don’t have a problem with her at all, Hao-hyung. She’s really cool, it’s just…”
“…Just?”
“Ah, how do I put it in a way that makes sense…Wait! I know, it’s like how you felt about Jiwoong-hyung after we all hung out the first time.”
“Oh! That makes a lot more sense, why didn’t you just say that before? Yeah, Aeri does have that kind of effect on people. She’s going to love hearing that there’s another person that’s scared of her because of how hot she is.”
Matthew had his own fair share of previous hook-ups and friends-with-benefits, a good handful of them that he still kept in contact with, and even introduced Hao to at parties like this.
One of them being Keeho, who he literally kissed right on the mouth in front of Hao earlier. Someone even asked Hao how he felt about it after, to which he loudly responded “smash” before pulling Matthew along with him to scour the party for drinks.
(If only that person knew that before Keeho had gone off to study abroad, he’d hooked up with the couple. A little going-away present if you will.)
With that being said, Matthew was more than okay with Aeri and Hao’s friendship, the two of them wouldn’t be here at the costume party her and all her roommates were throwing if that weren’t the case. He was just a guy who didn’t know what to do with himself in the presence of pretty people, especially if said pretty people were dolled up the way that those two were, and giving Matthew their undivided attention.
Aeri watches their public displays of affection, and playfully rolls her eyes, “you two are so cute, please cut the rest of us without someone to be disgusting with some slack, geez.”
“What?” Hao’s brow furrow in slight confusion. “But I thought things with you and Yizhuo were starting to go somewhere? What the hell happened between Tuesday and now?!”
“You tell me.” Aeri looks across the room, and the couple follow her gaze until they land on a girl, who they quickly realize is Yizhuo in cat ears, dancing rather closely with a guy dressed in a half assed cosplay.
“Well, they’re just dancing! Maybe they’re just friends—”
Yizhuo and the guy start to make out in the middle of the crowd dancing along to the music blaring on the speakers. It leaves them unable to give them the benefit of the doubt as to what their intentions with each other are. They turn back to face Aeri, who is trying her best to smile, despite how strained the expression looks on her face.
“I’m sorry, Aeri.” Hao reaches a hand out to take hers to give a comforting squeeze. “I really thought that you two would finally get together after you told me on Tuesday that you heard her telling Jimin that she had feelings for you too.”
“That makes two of us, but it’s whatever.” Aeri sighs. “Tonight is supposed to be my fun little distraction, so how about we just ignore whatever the hell is going on over there, and do some shots? God knows I need one right now.”
“You two can go ahead and do that, I’m still recovering from the ones I took with Keeho earlier.”
Matthew ends up taking a shot anyways.
With Hao giving him a pleading pout, and both him and Aeri rubbing Matthew’s shoulders, telling him to have one last shot so they can at least do one altogether, it’s hard for him to not give in.
And it’s just one shot. Aeri doesn’t even pour a full one in his cup, so it’s more like half of a shot if Matthew is being technical about it, so how bad could it be?
So on three, Matthew downs it, and cringes at the way the alcohol burns as it enters his mouth and slides down his throat.
However, he didn’t bother to get himself a chaser beforehand, so Matthew goes for what he already has on hand, and that’s where he fucks up just a bit.
Because in his red solo cup that he brought over with him, Matthew had been nursing some yogurt flavored mixed drink, and he just goes on and drains whatever was left of it with the baby shot he takes with Hao and Aeri.
When they get back to their little corner, giggling and stumbling into themselves and other people they have to walk by, it all catches up with Matthew.
The alcohol dampens his inhibitions, and by proxy, the intimidation that Matthew has felt being surrounded by Hao and Aeri. Combine that with Hao’s chaotic nature, lack of filter, and his close friend who is just as bad—if not worse—their conversation topics start to get a bit…risque. It doesn’t make it any better that the alcohol has made them loud, and they definitely draw a couple odd looks in their direction every now and then.
A devil, an angel, and a priest get together at a costume party and discuss the technological advancements of the current vibrators on the market. The punchline is yet to be determined.
Matthew just got done talking about how he passed out and maybe had a five minute conversation with God the first time he made himself cum four times in a row, to which Aeri chimes in about how she also had a life changing sexual experience a month or two ago.
“I was hooking up with this girl from my class—Matthew you know Julie right? Communications major, dance team captain, hot as fuck—anyways, Julie.” Aeri fans herself, her cheeks already burning hot from the alcohol and now even more so at the memory of her previous fling. “She finally let me top, and it was right at the time I got my new strap, and this thing is dual ended so while I was fucking her, it was also getting me off at the same time and let me just say—that thing was a game changer. Thank god I couldn’t actually get her pregnant, because I definitely would not have pulled out in time.”
Matthew gives her the proper hype for her accomplishment, and Hao does the same, before dropping the absolute bomb of the entire night.
“Wait, this isn’t the same strap you fucked me with, right?”
“Oh it’s definitely not. Do you remember how long it took me to get myself into that thing?!”
Matthew sputters, he’s suddenly sweating—when did the room get so damn hot? “Noona, you fucked Hao-hyung?!” He yells over the loud r&b song currently playing.
“Wait, I thought Hao told you?” Aeri looks between the two of them. “Hao, I thought you said you told him that we used to mess around a couple years ago?”
“I did! I mean, not about everything, but he’s aware of it.”
“Barely,” Aeri scoffs. She places a hand on Matthew’s shoulder, “Do you want me to hit him for you? I will, just say that word, Matthew.”
“No! You don’t have to do that, I’m totally chill about it. I’m just surprised, because well…”
When Matthew looks back on this moment, he knows that he was definitely too loosened up from the alcohol to be allowed to just speak as freely as he was.
“Hao-hyung never lets me top, so imagining this whole thing is kind of making me feel a little crazy—not in a bad way, though!”
“Oh come on, I let you sometimes!”
Matthew gives him a pointed look, and Hao tries to return it, but he can’t hold in his laughter long enough for it to really have any sort of effect.
“Well I can’t really blame Hao,” Aeri adds, her eyes rake down his body, and she doesn’t hide the fact that she’s clearly checking out the way his ass looks in the fitted jeans that Hao helped pick out for him. “With an ass like yours, I get why Hao would want to constantly be all up on that.”
Hao does still end up getting lightly scolded by Aeri, and then after, she deep dives into the sorts of activities that she and Hao got up to during the summer between their first and second years. Matthew listens with the attentiveness that he should be employing when he’s in his math lecture.
Aeri starts from the beginning—she hadn’t had any luck in her pursuits of romantic or casual interests, and neither had Hao. After venting about their frustrations in Aeri’s dorm room one day towards the end of the term, they come to the natural conclusion of, why don’t we just experiment with each other?
So Hao helps Aeri learn how to use her strap to fuck someone until they’re incoherent, and in exchange, she teaches Hao how to give mind blowing head.
(Matthew thanks her immensely for that, because he’s well aware of Hao’s skills, he’s had a lot of hours accumulated in the almost two years of them dating spent sitting on his face that speak for themselves.)
Along with doing all sorts of experimenting with each other, they would also sometimes watch porn on Aeri’s Macbook or Hao’s iPad—it all depended on who’s place they were in at the time—and then got each other off afterwards. It was something fun to pass the time, as well as a chance for the both of them to learn a couple fancy tricks to pull out when they finally found their first partners outside of each other.
There were never any feelings involved, so there weren’t any hard feelings to be had once they parted ways in the sexual sense. They were both clearly still best friends to each other, and now this whole thing between them served as a funny bit of lore to their friendship that they could reminisce on.
“So yeah, sorry for not telling you that I popped your boyfriend’s cherry by blowing his back out,” Aeri concludes, and the three of them break off into laughter, Matthew leaning further into Hao’s side as he does so.
“Hey, I mean, I’ll forgive you if you blow out mine. It cancels out—PEMDAS, right? I know what I’m talking about, I’m taking calculus right now.”
They all laugh harder, Matthew knows he should stop talking, but he can’t help himself, regardless of whether or not he’s sober, he has a perpetual need to get his words out before thinking twice about them. It doesn’t help that Hao and Aeri hear what he says, and then proceed to take things ten steps further.
Speaking of, as the laughter dies down, the two of them eye each other, communicating something silently while Matthew tries to reduce the heat in his face lest his head explodes. Hao’s body shifts slowly, and before Matthew knows it, he’s backed up against the corner they’re in.
Hao easily towers over him, and in her platform heels, Aeri nearly matches his height. They close in on him, and Matthew feels small, vulnerable—like prey in the clutches of the two predators that are going to tear him limb from limb and enjoy every single second of it.
“Now that you suggested the idea, I think I’d really like to see that.” Hao leans in closer, enough that Matthew’s able to see the flecks of glitter that have fallen from his eyelids onto his cheeks. “You know,” he says in a lower voice, the timbre of it making Matthew shiver, “when Aeri ordered that strap she used on me, just for the hell of it, she made sure it was the same size as me. If you think about it, It’ll be just like I’m fucking you, won’t it?”
Matthew nods his head, he’s not going to argue with Hao’s logic. Especially not when he looks as hot as he does explaining it to him.
“As much as I despised the harness on that thing, I guess I can make an exception and bring it back one last time for old time’s sake. That is,” Aeri eyes Matthew up and down once more, sizing him up, and Matthew finds himself falling into that head space of wanting to be good, to please, “if you’re down, and if you think you can handle it.”
Matthew looks away from Aeri to gauge Hao’s reaction, to which his boyfriend simply tilts his head, his demeanor not shifting at all from the nonchalance that he’s been wearing throughout this entire discussion. “Don’t look at me, baby. Aeri is the one that asked you a question. Be a good boy and answer her.”
He gulps, if the music in the house wasn’t as loud as it was, they’d all probably be able to hear it. The two people in front of him inch closer to him, but Matthew isn’t threatened by the elimination of his personal space. They become all that Matthew can focus on, all he can see—and he slips deeper into the desire to be good, and to be acknowledged for it accordingly.
So Matthew redirects his attention back to Aeri, looking up at her while she continues to stare him down. There’s a look in her eyes that Matthew is all too familiar with, one that Hao loves giving him just to see the way he shrinks beneath it. It’s no wonder that these two get on so well—once again, Matthew is seeing double, and it’s dizzying.
He’s a good boy though, so he answers Aeri, and doesn’t keep her waiting any longer. “I can take it noona,” he says to her. There’s a hint of pity for Matthew in the smile that Aeri gives in response to his obedience. Matthew likes that, likes the way it feels to be something to be pitied. Something pathetic, weak, and so, so helpless when in the presence of Hao and Aeri.
“How cute,” she pouts, and pinches Matthew’s cheek gently. “I see why Hao is so obsessed with you. Let me go grab a couple things before we dip.”
“We aren’t going to do it here?” Hao asks. Aeri shakes her head firmly. “As much as I would love to have you guys over in my room, I really don’t want to be around to see if what Yizhou has going on with that guy escalates any more than it already has. I have some sense of self preservation, you know.”
Aeri walks off to go upstairs to her room, leaving Matthew alone with Hao for a bit.
“How are you feeling?” Hao asks him.
“Besides the fact that I’m too turned on to function, I’m totally fine.”
Hao laughs, and gives Matthew a kiss on the head. “Good to know. How about we go and get some water before we leave? I’ll start arranging a ride for us while we wait for Aeri to come back.
She finds them a few minutes later in the kitchen with a plain looking gym bag slung over her shoulder. Hao has gotten two cups of water in Matthew, and his head has cleared up significantly. Despite that, his feelings about what they’re about to do haven’t changed, and if anything, his clear mind heightens the anticipation.
“Sorry for taking so long, I ran into Yizhou when I was coming back down, and whew. I’m just glad that I’m going to be getting out of here soon.”
“Was she with that guy from earlier?” Matthew asks. Aeri shakes her head, “she was alone, and saw me heading out with my bag. She asked where I was going, and I wasn’t about to lie to her, so I told her that I was going home with you guys. Yizhou asked if we were just going to hang out, and I said ‘if fucking Hao’s boyfriend counts as hanging out, then sure, we’re hanging out.’ She did not like that answer, but what is she going to do, stop me? Absolutely not.”
Hao’s phone goes off, “oh shit, sorry, hold on—I think that’s our ride,” he opens the notification up and reads through it. “They’re just five minutes away, so we should probably start heading out now.”
He takes Matthew’s hand, and he follows them through the house that’s only become more packed since they’ve arrived. When they finally make it outside, Matthew relishes in the way the cool air hits his skin. Even Aeri, who’s in a strappy, thin dress sighs in relief.
They make it to the curb just in time to catch their ride, and Matthew ends up in the middle seat, with Hao to his right, and Aeri to his left. There’s quiet music playing from the radio that Hao hums along to. In their current getup, Matthew can’t even imagine what the driver must be thinking, and he just hopes that Hao and Aeri don’t say anything that’ll further incriminate them. The drive is roughly under fifteen minutes, surely they can keep themselves under control until then.
They last three minutes.
All it takes is three minutes, before Aeri says, rather loudly, “hey Hao, we should totally recreate that one scene from Challengers. You know the one I’m talking about right?”
“Oh! You mean the one where she’s in the middle, and the two guys are—”
The driver clears their throat, a reminder to the three of them that they are still there, and very much aware of the direction that their conversation was about to go in.
Matthew covers his face, completely mortified. Hao and Aeri break down into a fit of giggles, and casually switch the conversation to a new anime that Aeri started last night.
All their clothing gets thrown across Hao and Matthew’s bedroom floor.
Matthew ends up in the middle of the bed on his knees. Hao already has three lubed up fingers stretching him in preparation for the strap that Aeri guides down Matthew’s throat.
There’s a hand rubbing his hip, one pushing back his bangs and running through his hair, and another on his jaw coaxing Matthew to keep his mouth wide open. Matthew’s own hands rest on Aeri’s thighs that he’s kneeling in between, and he tries not to dig his blunt nails in them too hard when Hao teases him by rubbing over his prostate as he preps him.
From the second they had stepped into the bedroom, it was a fast descent into the debauchery that would consume the majority of their night.
Matthew remembers being pushed against the door by Aeri, and then Hao immediately joining her to help claw his clothes off. Hao tilts Matthew’s head back for the both of them to have access to his neck, leaving him covered in hickies and bruises from his throat down to his chest.
Aeri does end up getting what she had hoped for during the ride to Hao and Matthew’s place once they get on the bed. Matthew watched Aeri kiss Hao first, watched as Hao opened his eyes to look straight at him as the two of them started to lick into each other’s mouths. His breath gets caught in his throat, and Matthew dug his fingers into his thighs hoping that the slight sting of his nails biting at his skin would stave off his orgasm.
It did the job just fine, until Aeri pulled away from Hao, and immediately turned to Matthew sitting on her other side. With Hao’s spit still coating her mouth, she pulled Matthew in to kiss him too. Aeri stole the gasp that Matthew released when she dug her fingers into the small hairs at the nape of his neck to hold him still. The sudden spark of pain made Matthew whimper, and Aeri swallowed up those noises too, before pulling even more out of him when she bit and tugged at his bottom lip until it was flushed and swollen. Hao leaned in to nose up Aeri’s neck, getting a quick whiff of her perfume before he began to mouth at her neck.
While Hao kissed at Aeri’s neck, he helped her remove her bra by swiftly undoing the clasp at the middle of her back, and then tugged the straps down her shoulders. That too got tossed aside to join her dress that was lying on Hao and Matthew’s bedroom floor. With it finally out of the way, Hao started to kiss down her neck, until his lips made it to her nipples and started to suck at them gently. Hao;s teeth slightly grazed the sensitive nub on occasion, and it caused Aeri to moan into Matthew’s mouth as they continued to messily kiss each other.
When Aeri decided she was done kissing Matthew, she pulled away, passed him over to Hao, and slightly leaned back on her hands that were resting behind her on the bed. She watched Hao grab Matthew by the back of the neck, gasped as their mouths clashed, and shared kisses that hurt, that made it hard for Matthew to breathe. He grew more light headed the longer they kissed without a second to catch his breath in between, and in his hazy state, Matthew moaned into Hao’s mouth and whined, “hyung, touch me, please,” as he reached over and began to palm clumsily at Hao’s cock through his briefs.
Hao had groaned, “fuck, okay baby, hyung will touch you, lay back for me,” and then pushed him down on the bed besides Aeri’s form. He made quick work of removing the last layer of clothing from their bodies, and retrieving the lube from the last place they had left it—under Matthew’s pillow, and thankfully a little over halfway full. He had lubed up his fingers, and then passed the bottle to Aeri, “you want to help me out with this?” Hao had asked her. Aeri had smirked, and tilted the bottle upside down to coat her ring and middle fingers in lube, “I’d love to, Matthew’s lucky I decided to get rid of two of my claws on my right hand the last time I went to get my nails done.”
Matthew felt Hao’s finger breach him first, sighed as the familiar feeling of being filled started to settle in, and then moaned at the slight stretch when Aeri’s finger pressed into him too. For a few minutes, Hao and Aeri leered down at Matthew as they fingered him open, and Matthew was completely at their mercy. He felt that same type of vulnerability that he’d felt back at the party when the two of them had backed him up into that corner of the house, except this time, he couldn’t hide the fact that being in such a position had made his cock rock hard, leaking at the tip with every thrust of their fingers. His length twitched pathetically when Hao showed Aeri where Matthew’s prostate was for her to stimulate him there until his thighs started to shake. He’d briefly shut his eyes as the pleasure started to overwhelm him, and Hao and Aeri were having none of it.
They’d slowed down the pace of their fingers, and Hao had lightly swatted his cheek, “Matthew-ya, if you close your eyes, you’re going to miss out.”
Before he could ask exactly what he’d be missing out on, he heard a soft giggle, and then slick, wet noises from above him. Matthew took a deep breath, and then cracked an eye open. Upon getting a quick peek at the view in front of him, both of his eyes flew right open, blinking a few times just to make sure that he hadn’t been hallucinating Hao and Aeri making out above him with their fingers still deep inside of him.
“He got so tight just now, you like what you see, sweetheart?” Aeri asked, her lips brushed against Hao’s as she’d done so. Threads of spit thinning out and breaking between their open mouths. “You like watching your boyfriend kiss pretty girls, Matthew? What a naughty boy, but of course a little voyeur like you would be a perfect match for Hao.”
Aeri had nearly made him cum then and there, but Hao had picked up on the quickening of his breath, and he knew that Matthew was right at the cusp of an orgasm. He told Aeri, and she took it upon herself to remove her fingers from inside of Matthew, leaving him to whine as Hao stilled his own inside of him and ripped his orgasm away from him.
“Noona, no…” Matthew sniffled as he looked from Aeri to Hao. “Hao-hyung, why’d you stop too? I was so close.”
“That’s exactly why I stopped baby boy. Plus, I wanted to see if you’d cry a little bit, which you did.” Hao wipes at a tear that Matthew hadn’t registered falling down his cheek. “So pretty for me, and for your noona too.”
“I can’t wait to make him cry even more,” Aeri had said. “For now, though, I need to get my strap ready.”
Hao had kept Matthew full, placated him by pushing two more fingers into him slowly as Aeri pulled her strap from her bag and got ready. Every time Matthew had tried to protest, tried to get Hao to continue fucking him with his fingers, Hao had leaned over and shushed him with his own mouth, kissed Matthew until he was too breathless and dumb to keep fighting back.
Which brings him to now, on his knees after Hao had maneuvered him onto his front so that he could wrap his lips around Aeri’s strap and take her down to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, does he always look this pretty sucking cock?” Aeri asks in awe. “He takes it so well, too, which I have to guess is your doing too?”
“I taught him well, what can I say. You here that, baby?” Hao caresses his hip, “Aeri just said you look pretty.”
Matthew pulls off for a moment, drool messily dripping onto his chin and webbing from the tip of Aeri’s strap to his lower lip. He breathes heavily as he attempts to catch his breath, and with a raspy voice, he looks up at Aeri through his lashes, “thank you, noona.”
He gives Aeri a coy smile, and Matthew is too drunk on her strap to notice the shift in her demeanor, the sharpness in her eyes that stare him down. “Hao, are you almost done?”
“Oh, I’ve been done. I’m just waiting on you.”
“Good, because if I don’t bend your boyfriend in half and fuck him within the next minute or so, I just know he’s going to become a problem.”
It’s almost embarrassing how much Matthew gets off on Aeri and Hao manhandling him onto his back. She grabs him by the arms, and Hao takes his legs, and Matthew is just there, smiling to himself as they do whatever they want with him.
Hao ends up by his head, and Aeri throws one of his legs over her shoulder so that his calf rests against the line of it. He’s flexible enough that the angle he’s bent in is no problem for him. Hao’s definitely had him in crazier positions than this, all for the sake of testing Matthew’s limits for his own satisfaction.
Hao takes Matthew’s wrists into his hand, and holds them over his head on the bed. Aeri nudges the head of her strap against Matthew’s hole, teases him by pushing it in the slightest bit before pulling away. She does it a few more times, and it’s torture, thinking that he’s finally going to get what he needs before Aeri takes it all away from him.
It’s mean, it’s torture, they’re both the worst, Matthew throws these words at Hao and Aeri’s faces as he struggles in Hao’s hold and Aeri smacks at his thigh to keep them still.
“You think we’re mean now?” Aeri laughs right back at him. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even started. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”
“I can take it, noona.” Matthew answers indignantly. “I don’t know what’s taking so long, at this point I think you’re the one that’s scared. I’m—”
Aeri shoves her strap all the way inside of Matthew, punching a high pitched cry out of him. Hao had tightened his grip around his wrists, fully expecting this to happen. He’s all too familiar with the bratty version of himself that Matthew tends to revert to when he’s too turned on and under stimulated.
“That’s enough,” Aeri grits through her teeth. She takes Matthew’s other leg, and pulls it over her shoulder like she’d down to the other. “I have no problem eating up little brats like you, and I know it won’t even take much to get you begging for my forgiveness.” At this angle, Matthew is bent even further in half, and Matthew swears that he feels Aeri’s cock sink the slightest bit deeper inside of him. He blinks black spots out of his field of vision, and is met with Hao and Aeri eyeing him in a predatory manner.
“Hyung, help me,” Matthew pleads, tries to make his expression as sad and apologetic as he can. He lets the tears build up in his eyes until they’re threatening to spill over.
It does nothing to sway either of them, especially not Hao, who’s more than familiar with his game. “Sorry baby boy, hyung can’t save you now. You’ve done this to yourself.” His fake pity makes Matthew’s face burn, his condescending tone making him feel even smaller, even more pathetic. Instead of making his erection soften, it makes Matthew leak all over his stomach. He can play the wounded prey act all he wants, but deep down, they both know he’s exactly in the position he wants to be in.
So Aeri shows him no sympathy when she fucks Matthew hard, until he’s choking on his spit and tears. She has him crying on her cock in less time than it takes for her to start breaking a sweat, and Matthew remembers why she intimidated him so much in the first place.
Hao’s friends were all hot, and Aeri was no exception, especially now as she looks down at him scornfully, and fucks him like she’s trying to teach him a lesson, one that Matthew will never learn from, because he’ll pull an attitude as many times as it gets him fucked within an inch of his life. Whether it be from Hao, or whoever they so happen to invite into the bedroom next, Matthew will be there, presenting himself as a challenge to be dominated.
He’d already been close to blowing his load before, and after being edged the way he was, the feeling comes back all too quickly.
“I-I’m close!” Matthew whimpers. His voice is thick with all the tears he’s shed, and even in this pitiful of a state, he garners no sympathy. Aeri scoffs, and slams into him before stilling her hips. She keeps Matthew full, but doesn’t give him the stimulation that he needs to get over the edge. Somehow, it’s even more painful than the bruising pace she’d been fucking him with.
“You think I’m going to let you cum just like that? After the way you acted? Do you really think you deserve it?”
“No, please,” If she really pulls out now, Matthew thinks he’ll die. “Mommy, I’m sorry—I’ll stop, I’ll be good, just please don’t stop.”
“Did he just…?” Hao asks.
Aeri, a bit dumbfounded, nods slowly. “He did, oh my god.” Aeri grinds her hips slowly into Matthew, making him gasp. “Is this what you need, baby? Need mommy to fuck you with her cock until you cum?”
Matthew nods fervently, hardly aware of the title he’d addressed Aeri by. It’s something that he won’t be entirely aware of until after all is said and done, so for now, he completely submerges himself in that heady desire to fall back into Aeri and Hao’s good graces. “Please, mommy, fuck me, I’ll be so good, I promise.”
“Fuck, that’s—” Hao’s strained voice breaks off into a moan, and Aeri looks away from Matthew briefly, smirking at what she finds.
“Pervert,” She teases. “Look baby, you’re so hot, your boyfriend can’t help but touch himself watching me fuck you stupid.” Aeri grabs Matthew’s jaw, and angles it up, until he’s able to see Hao. Even upside down like this, he’s able to see the way that Hao has pulled his cock out and began to stroke himself with his free hand.
“I think I’ll keep you like this, and give Hao something pretty to look at.” Aeri leans in, bites at a small patch of his throat right below her hand that continues to grip his jaw and hold it in place. “You promised to be good now, so be a good boy and stay still.”
Matthew tries so hard to keep his eyes on Hao, not just for his sake, but also to be able to continue watching him get off. His lashes flutter as Aeri starts fucking him again, going back to the rough pace that had him nearly finishing earlier.
It’s when she tightens her grip the slightest bit more, and Matthew feels her fingers slip down to press against the sides of his throat, that his eyes roll back. He’s able to beg her, “harder, please—it’s okay—” before static floods his ears, and Matthew is spilling all over his stomach, untouched and messy. Aeri fucks him through it, and her voice is a bit distant in the state of brain fog Matthew is in, but he can vaguely register her soft voice coaxing him, helping him come down from whatever plane of existence his soul was knocked out of his body to. Hao’s voice joins in too, and Matthew sinks into the mattress, sweat covering his chest, making the sheets underneath him stick to his back, and his bangs stick to his forehead.
Matthew’s body twitches from the aftershocks, but he knows that this is far from over. Aeri pulls out of him, helps Matthew lower his legs from her shoulders so he can stretch them back out. Hao gives his wrists one last comforting squeeze before releasing them. Matthew notes the fact that he’s still hard, but he isn’t left wondering what’s coming up next for too long.
There’s the sound of something hitting the hardwood floor, and in the next blink that Matthew takes, Aeri is hovering over him once more with her arms on either side of his body caging him in. There’s a hand on her shoulder that Matthew immediately recognizes as it belonging to Hao. When he looks over said shoulder, he sees him pulling a condom out of the packet he just ripped open with his teeth, and bringing it down. Aeri’s body obstructs his view, but Matthew knows what he’s doing with it, gets his assumptions validated once his hand comes back into view to rest on Aeri’s hip and guide her back onto his cock. Matthew gasps at the same time she does, but for an entirely different reason. His mind has finally caught up, and he knows he should be doing something, but Matthew doesn’t even know where to start.
Aeri senses his turmoil, and as Hao slowly pushes inside of her, she takes one of his wrists to bring his hand up to her chest. She guides him to rest his palm over her breast, and without needing to be told, Matthew starts to gently knead them.
“Do you prefer ass or tits?” she decides to ask him, and Matthew is completely caught off guard. He tries to muster a response that doesn’t sound so pathetic, “I like both, I’m not picky.”
Hao does not let him live in peace, though. “He likes tits, Aeri. I’m sure that it’s obvious enough already to you by now.”
“Hyung…” Matthew protests. He wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t picky! If he had to choose though, in a life or death, heaven or hell situation, though…but that wasn’t the point!
Aeri, fortunately, takes pity on him now. “Aw, don’t be shy. I’ve already fucked you, touching my tits shouldn’t be a problem now.”
It isn’t, it never really was. Matthew is just hyper aware of the fact that he’s already getting hard again, and he’s holding himself back from humping the air like a desperate mutt. Aeri guides his other hand to grasp her other breast, and Matthew knows that he probably looks as flustered as he feels. His hands are too small, and there’s soft skin pushing through the spaces of his fingers as he mindlessly gropes them.
When Hao finally pulls out halfway and then rocks his hips back against the swell of Aeri’s ass, it pushes her chest further into Matthew’s face. Soon enough, he’s accepting his fate. As Aeri gets fucked from behind by Hao, Matthew wraps an arm around her back to encourage her to smother him with her chest. He gets his mouth on her nipple, and uses his other hand to pinch at the other gently with his thumb and pointer finger. The shift causes Hao to hit deeper inside of her, and that combined with the way Matthew is eagerly sucking at her tits, in turn causes Aeri to let out the softest moans that go straight to his achingly hard cock.
At a particularly hard thrust into her, Aeri’s thigh slips on the sheets, and it ends up brushing against Matthew, who’s loud moan gets muffled by the mouthful of Aeri’s breast that he’s busy sucking a mark into.
“Already?” she asks, teasing Matthew who tries to avoid eye contact with her out of shame. It isn’t enough shame to make him stop seeking out his own pleasure by rutting against her thigh, though. Now that he’s felt it, Matthew can no longer go without. “If you ask nicely, I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Please, noona—”
“Ah-ah, that’s not what you called me earlier. Hao, I think you should remind him.”
“You and that damn mommy kink, I swear.” Hao sighs. Matthew sees Aeri roll her eyes at that. “Whatever, just get on with it.”
“Matthew-ya, baby,” Hao moves the hand he has on Aeri’s shoulder down to where Matthew’s is on the center of her back. He covers his hand with his own, and Matthew let’s Hao interlock their fingers. “You were so cute earlier when you said it, I know you still remember. Come on, say it for us, tell mommy where you need her to touch you.”
Hearing Hao say it makes Matthew’s head spin. For a split second he pictures Hao in his position, being made to do what he’s about to in a moment. It pushes Matthew closer to the edge, imagining Hao’s soft, fucked out voice in his ear, begging to be touched. Maybe even begging him—
Matthew saves that thought for later. Right now, he blinks up at Aeri, whose cheeks are becoming even more flushed, and her lips part around each breathy exhale that Hao pulls from her every time his hips meet her ass with every one of his thrusts inside of her cunt. There’s no pride left to swallow, but he does it anyways, if to just rid himself of whatever nerves decided to creep up inside of him. “Mommy, touch me, help me—please?”
Aeri’s face falters for a moment, whether it’s from Matthew’s plea, or Hao who at that moment decided to slam back into her pussy, he can’t figure out. Fortunately, he doesn’t need to, because dainty fingers skirt down his torso and then wrap around his cock. Aeri strokes him in tandem with Hao’s pace, and Matthew shows her his gratitude by mumbling his thanks when his mouth isn’t occupied mouthing at every inch of her skin. With a face full of tits, and Hao’s voice from just a few feet away telling Matthew just how much of a good boy he’s being for the both of them, he melts.
Still sensitive from his previous orgasm, it doesn’t take long before Matthew is squeezing Hao’s hand and telling the both of them, in between stuttered breaths, “I’m going to—I—mommy—Hao hyung—coming—”
He spills over Aeri’s fist, it isn’t as much as the first time, but it’s enough to make a mess of her hand. One that she holds up to Hao’s face, who then takes two of her fingers into his mouth as he makes eye contact with Matthew over Aeri’s shoulder. As Hao lets Aeri smear Matthew’s release over his pouty lips, the pace of his hips begin to falter, until he thrusts into her one last time and stops altogether—spilling into the condom and moaning around the fingers that Aeri shoves down his throat that are coated in Matthew’s cum and his own spit now.
“Ugh, finishing at almost the same time while holding hands, how much more disgustingly romantic can you two get?"
“Is that a challenge?” It hardly sounds like a threat with the way Hao is winded. He pulls out, removes the condom, and ties it off before throwing it away.
Upon returning to the bed, he finds Matthew holding Aeri’s soiled hand in both of his own, lapping at the mess that remains on them with his tongue. Her inner thighs glisten with her own slick, and Hao gets an idea, if the mischievous look on his face is anything to go by.
“I know something better that he could be doing with his mouth,” Hao offers. Matthew redirects his gaze to look up at him, hanging on his every word.
“Really?” Aeri asks with a raise of her brow. “Like what?”
The sly glance that Hao throws Matthew makes his heart flutter in anticipation. Without being told to do so, he pulls Aeri’s fingers out of her mouth, and starts to sit up on the bed.
What happens next is a bit of a blur, Matthew remembers Hao kissing him, licking into his mouth for the residuals of his taste and then some. Aeri once again finds herself watching in awe, until Hao breaks their kiss to shove Matthew down on the bed onto his chest.
Some quick maneuvering of their bodies later, and Matthew once again finds himself in between Aeri’s thighs. Except this time, Hao’s the one holding his head down keeping his nose pressed up into Aeri’s clit as he eats her out.
“You’re right—fuck—this is so much better.” Aeri throws her head back, resting on her elbows for a moment, before slowly sinking into the bed. “You’re a lucky man, Hao. Your boyfriend is so good at giving head.”
“He’s always so eager to do it, that’s the best part,” Hao’s grip around the back of his neck tightens just a hair, but it’s enough to make Matthew moan against Aeri’s folds.
And Hao isn’t wrong, Matthew is eager, never letting up for second unless it’s to listen to Aeri’s directions of whether to slow down, move his tongue faster, fuck it inside of her, or use it to stimulate her clit. It’d been a while since the last time he ate pussy, but Matthew falls into the motions rather quickly. It’s easier with Hao there, a guiding hand on his neck with his thumb stroking the back of his ear, and with Aeri not holding back from asking for what she needs, knowing well enough now that Matthew is more than happy to provide anything either of them could ever ask for.
It doesn’t take long for Aeri’s thighs to start squeezing the sides of his head. Despite the slight ache starting to develop in his jaw, Matthew doesn’t let it affect him. He’s determined to see this to the end, to please Aeri, and to make Hao praise him for doing so well, for being a good boy and letting his mouth be used. Aeri’s breaths begin to staccato, and with her lower back suddenly arching off the bed, she cries out as she cums. Matthew helps her ride it out, lapping at her clit until she’s whimpering from being overstimulated and then moving down to her entrance to clean up the mess he’s made of her.
All throughout this, Hao keeps a gentle but firm hand on the back of his neck. As Aeri collects herself and catches her breath, Hao uses his other hand to run his fingers through the back of Matthew’s hair, he speaks softly to him, “that’s it, take what your mommy gives you, Matthew-ya. You did well, always such a good boy for me.”
And Matthew eats it up, preens and feels a flutter in his chest. He stays put, until Aeri finally taps out. Hao helps Matthew onto his side, and the three of them are completely spent.
In fact, Matthew is quite ready to knock out, that is, until a loud ringing of a phone wakes him right up. It’s a ringtone that he doesn’t recognize as being Hao’s or his own, which leaves—
“Shit, sorry guys,” Aeri is partially dressed in borrowed clothes from both Hao and Matthew’s closet as she digs through her bag and pulls out her phone. Her eyes widen, and she slowly holds the phone up to her ear after picking up the call.
“Why are you calling? I said I was going to be busy—you’re outside?!” She yells. “How did you even—you tracked my location, okay, cool. No, I’m not mad, we just finished anyways, I’ll be out there in a few minutes, okay?”
Aeri hangs up the phone, and then turns to look at them with the giddiest smile on her face. “Sorry, no sleepover after all guys. Yizhou came to pick me up.”
“Tracked your whole location and everything,” Hao sighs dreamily. “How romantic of her.”
“I know right? Anyways, this was fun, but I seriously need to dip now.” She gives Hao a quick hug, and then reaches over to ruffle Matthew’s hair. “What do you think, Matthew? How was it for you?”
He’s too tired to speak, so he opts for giving her a thumbs up instead, and hopes that it’s enough to convey the message of “thanks for strapping me down as a friend.”
As quickly as everything that went down that night seemed to happen, is as quickly as Aeri flies out their door with a promise to return their clothes the next time she hung out with Hao.
Matthew is out like a light within seconds after that, and he won’t find out until well into the next day, that he and Hao somehow—in a completely non-conventional way—managed to push Aeri and Yizhou together.