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He didn’t know what the fuck was going on but he would not complain either.
On one hand: Wooyoung.
He always meant trouble and he was used to it, nothing new, nothing surprising, and yet that knowledge never made his heart flutter less when his partner purposely tried to rile him up. So when his boyfriend approached him and hit him on his chest he kinda expected it because, come on… it was Wooyoung. He could not stand still the moment he saw Mingi had started to act up, too.
And that was the other hand: Mingi.
Mingi was trouble too, but it was always in a different way than Wooyoung was. He was a menace and it was widely known that when on stage, he always felt himself up. He felt sexy, he felt powerful, he felt bold. And he absolutely took advantage of that every single time.
Mingi had grabbed him by the shoulder at the same time Wooyoung had hit his chest, but Mingi’s crotch made it to San’s hand before Wooyoung even got the idea to dance with him.
Knowingly or unknowingly, Mingi began to grind himself on him and San looked at his other partner with a questioning gaze. Mingi was in his element, biting his plush lips and smirking as if he was not doing what he was doing in front of an audience. The older truly could get himself lost in those lips of his, always so juicy, always so kissable. It was then when he felt Wooyoung’s hand grabbing his, taking his attention from Mingi and redirecting it towards himself instead.
Both of his hands flew upwards to hold at both their waists. San fought the urge to really grab their flesh, even if that was what he most wanted at the moment. He barely made eye contact with Wooyoung and yet he still saw that special glint in his eyes. He saw the telltale signs of a repressed smile and San could only look at him, a dare in his gaze. A dare that Wooyoung of course accepted.
San briefly saw how Wooyoung and Mingi shared a mischievous glance in front of him. It was a mere millisecond and San knew he was doomed.
They were up to no good.
In the blink of an eye San had two gorgeous and smoking hot men dancing against him and for Atiny’s sake he had to control himself. He smiled and tried to look calm but deep inside all alarms were set off. Blood rushed south faster than he would like to admit and he thanked goodness for having decided to wear his dance underwear, the one that prevented his genitals from bouncing around while dancing, just for comfort. It really tucked himself in nicely and even if it felt really tight at the moment, he still was thankful for it, for he wouldn’t like to flash Atiny like that just because.
He also knew he would not live that one down. He was a young man with internet access and he had seen things he would have rather avoided from happening.
Wooyoung and Mingi were making his job very difficult at the moment. They could pass it for fanservice but San knew better.
Mingi’s waist moved sinfully under his touch as Wooyoung turned around fully, now facing him and placing his hand over his free shoulder, for Mingi never removed his hand from when he first had grabbed him. It was then when San realised that Mingi’s coat was long enough to hide his hand behind the fabric.
Both of them had settled their mind to make San lose his, but that didn’t mean he could not play back just a little. Have his fun himself while it stayed private and away from prying eyes.
He moved his hand further and settled it in the little of Mingi’s back—taking advantage that his movements were hidden by Mingi’s coat—and he ventured some of his fingers down below the waistband of his jeans. Some fingers turned into his whole hand and suddenly he was grabbing a handful of his ass. He felt Mingi loosing his cool for a fleeting moment, but not enough to stop dancing against him, hiding his face on his shoulder.
Wooyoung was moving in a settled rhythm and San internally cursed the fact that his jacket was so short that he could not get away from Atiny’s accusations, dared he to repeat the same stunt he had done with Mingi. That damned leather jacket that both framed his waist in a way that made the older wish to sink his fingers in the flesh, and that simultaneously prevented him from actually doing it.
There was a point where San didn’t know where to look at, trying to mask his horniness with a smile as his gaze jumped from Mingi to Wooyoung and back and forth. They both looked happy, but San knew their true emotions. They were all smiles and little crescent eyes, trying to look innocent… yet the older knew their true intentions.
He had to put an end to this madness before he gave in to his desires, before he gave Atiny a real reason to write about them.
Reluctantly San had to step forward and leave the two men behind. With a fake smile, he literally stepped between the two. San instantly regretted the way his hands felt cold when he stopped touching his boyfriends’ waists.
The moment that probably had been mere seconds for Atiny, for him had stretched longer and he knew that he could not leave it as it was. He would make sure to scold the two of them the moment they set foot at the hotel, for being so reckless, for being such menaces. For teasing him in a place he could not do anything to retaliate. For giving him the meanest blue balls.
They would learn their lesson… but only once his compromise with Atiny was over. Only then San would show them how to act when they had public.
They really should stop starting things they could not finish anytime soon.
San would put them in their place, yeah, that sounded like a plan.
**
Wet noises and moans filled the otherwise quiet room.
San was, for lack of a better word, overwhelmed.
Mingi and Wooyoung had taken again the same position they were on while still on stage: one at each side of him. There was one slight small difference, though… this time they were all three laying down horizontally. Oh! And they were also very, very naked… so that made two very little differences.
San should have known that he had nothing to do when it came to Mingi and Wooyoung unionizing their forces against him.
He really should have known better.
The moment the staff left them almost tucked into bed in their respective rooms, he knew it would take his partners nothing but mere minutes to be knocking on his door, just as he had ordered them to do when they were alone in their van and they were driven to their hotel.
They had separated ways at the elevator, all walking to their respective rooms fast, in a haste to get everything they had to do before meeting.
By the time San was out of the shower—towel tied around his waist with still a few droplets running down his hair and exposed skin—a discreet knock on the door caught his attention. He smiled as soon as he saw who was at the other side of the peephole.
He opened the door, slowly to not make much noise, but the two grown men barging inside had another idea that involved a little bit of more noise.
The moment the door closed behind them with a rather loud bang, both Wooyoung and Mingi were attached to him. Hands groping, caressing and grabbing at every inch of his body. San let go of a half choked gasp when Wooyoung attacked his neck at the same time as Mingi claimed his mouth.
Mingi kissed him, hungrily. All tongue and very sloppy. San didn’t mind because he returned his kiss as eagerly, only parting to gasp when Wooyoung bit a mark under his collarbone.
“Youngie… no marks,” he breathed looking down as the younger chuckled mischievously before kissing the already reddening skin. Mingi took the opportunity to travel towards his ear through kisses and little nicks of his teeth until he closed his lips around his lobe and San moaned in response, closing his eyes as the two did whatever they wanted with him.
His back collided against a flat surface then, being pushed by the two men and he gasped when his bare skin made contact against the cold material of what San guessed was the wooden closet near the door, before getting to the bathroom.
His hands instantly flew up to hold at both of their waists, reenacting that fleeting moment on stage a few hours back. Now… Now he could grab and knead the flesh without restraints, so he did. No one paid him any mind, letting him roam his hands all over their waists to his heart’s content while they kept their ministrations going. Wooyoung kept kissing down his chest and San felt his teeth teasing around his already hardened nipples as Mingi kept sucking, kissing and biting his earlobe and the skin under and behind it with no intentions of stopping.
“Guys, bed, now.”
Somehow he had managed to take a breath in to say that but the two of them were not budging. What San had managed to do, however, was for his two boyfriends to detach themselves from him and share a conspiratorial look.
Before San could react, Mingi was untying the towel around his waist and Wooyoung was taking his already hardening dick inside his fist.
“We’re not in a rush, are we?” Wooyoung asked, feigning innocence.
“We absolutely are not,” Mingi agreed with a smirk tinting his voice.
“Come on, let us take care of you, Sannie. You don’t have to do a thing,” Wooyoung mewled against his lips, breathing into him, “right, Mangi?” And before San could say a word about him being the one who had to take care of them, Wooyoung closed the distance between their mouths.
“Yeah, we will make you feel so, so good,” Mingi whispered into the shell of his ear, more breath than sound as San and Wooyoung kissed, also very full of tongue and spit. “To make up for the blue balls we gave you earlier, mh? Call it Sanservice, if you want. How does that sound?”
San was at a loss for words… but it was not like he could voice them out even if he had them anyways because, between Wooyoung’s lips on his, Mingi’s bottom lip dragging over the shell of his ear and Wooyoung’s hand that had started to spread his own precum along his shaft swiftly with smooth movements of his wrist, his brain felt like putty. His connection brain to mouth was not working as it should because, well, two mouths were working their wonders all over him and Wooyoung was doing an amazing job at pumping his cock into a full erection.
However, when Mingi was met with no answer, he didn’t insist. He began to kiss down his neck instead, forgetting about nibbling at the shell of his ear and giving him open mouthed kisses along his exposed throat, his clavicle and down his chest instead. He picked up what Wooyoung had started by copying what he had been doing before San had opened his mouth to try and order them to bed.
He had to break the kiss briefly to gasp into Wooyoung’s mouth the moment he felt Mingi’s lips closing around the tender skin of one of his raised nubs and Wooyoung’s hand pressing the other one down as he kneaded his whole pectoral muscle. His nipples were already reactive and sensitive even when there was no stimuli around and his boyfriends knew that pretty damn well. They always used it against him in a way or another.
As Wooyoung was massaging his right boob—the whole lot of it inside his hand where his nipple dragged against the rougher skin of his palm—Mingi was sucking and laping at his left with intent. At some point Wooyoung changed tactics and began to rub at the sensitive button with the pad of his thumb, pinching it between his index and thumb fingers from time to time, just to add to San’s demise. Both of them were abusing his delicate nipples and San found himself helpless. His body was pressed against the closet door still, both of them pining him against it in one way or another, restraining him with their bodies.
Mingi’s hand reached down to join Wooyoung’s, closing around his shaft but closer to the base while Wooyoung kept focusing his movements around the head. Both of them started to stroke him in tandem and San weakened even more, his knees threatening to give up on him soon. Apparently Wooyoung and Mingi caught that moment of weakness and decided to aggravate it even more.
Mingi stopped sucking and Wooyoung stopped kissing him and San chased his lips when the younger parted away from him. With half lidded eyes and confusion written all across his face, San looked at them right in time to see them sharing a suspicious look before they smiled at each other mischievously. San watched as they totally let go of him, making him whine briefly at the loss of his hands on him.
The blonde cooed at him before leaning in for a kiss, his hand coming to curl around his neck as he did so. As soon as he kissed him, he pulled away but San didn’t have the time to pout at the loss, for Wooyoung was capturing his mouth almost immediately. When he thought that he was about to push his tongue through his lips, Wooyoung instead bit down at his lower lip, dragging it and releasing it shortly after with a light chuckle.
It was then where the two younger men decided to put on a show for him.
San watched and his cock twitched in interest as soon as he saw Wooyoung grabbing Mingi by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their juicy lips met in the middle, but San saw how Wooyoung was already preparing his tongue to come into action as soon as the distance between their mouths was zero. He stared when Mingi curled his left arm around Wooyoung’s waist and over San’s hand, and flushed their bodies together. San’s vision unfocused the second he saw a string of saliva still connecting their mouths when they parted to breathe but dived in again in an instant.
Wooyoung let his hands roam all over Mingi’s body as they kissed for San to watch. He slowly, teasingly, unzipped his hoodie and revealed his toned front as he had been wearing nothing underneath. Mingi took San’s hand around Wooyoung’s waist and moved it downwards until he was in the perfect place to be able to grab a handful of his ass through his sweats, just as he had wished he could do back at the concert.
Mingi helped Wooyoung out of his shirt and with a swift movement, he brought San’s hand back up to hold the little of Wooyoung’s back. San did try to pout at the loss of Wooyoung’s ass in his hand, but his throat went dry the moment Mingi pushed the sweats all the way down and revealed that Wooyoung had also been wearing nothing underneath, going commando to save time to come to his room.
The younger was hard already, leaking profusely as he pressed himself again against Mingi again, kissing him hungrily. San gulped as he watched how Wooyoung buckled up his hips and began to grind against Mingi. He moaned and kept thrusting into Mingi’s front. Half of his dick was dragging against Mingi’s sweats that hung low on his hips—San got the suspicion that he hadn’t bothered with underwear either—and his toned abs and lower tummy.
San started to salivate at the sight.
Sure, he had seen the naked bodies of his boyfriends several times already, but it was still a sight that he would never get used to.
He watched as Wooyoung moaned into Mingi’s mouth. He saw how his precum stained Mingi’s skin, making it glitter with the dim lights of the room as he slid the head of his cock over and over again against his flexed abs.
Wooyoung’s hands were back on Mingi but instead of roaming his body, they stayed at either side of his ass cheeks. He had pushed them under the waistband of his sweats and thus San could not see it, but he didn’t need to actually see what was going on under the fabric to know that Wooyoung was playing with Mingi’s round glutes.
He was maybe ghosting a finger over his hole, if San had to go by Mingi’s sudden gasp, his head tilting backwards with a smirk and biting at his lower lip as he closed his eyes briefly. Wooyoung was also smiling playfully at him when Mingi regained his composure and snaked his arm around Wooyoung’s neck to bring his mouth closer and meet in the middle with a searing kiss.
And while all of that happened before his very own eyes with no possibility of being able to do a thing about it… Mingi’s hand never left his neck. His thumb was pressing slightly over his pulse point and it was maybe making him dizzy in the best of the ways. He felt drunk in lust. In awe. He really had the best partners in the world who would do anything for him, even if that meant an insane amount of teasing, making him desperate to touch by slowly stripping each other in front of him when he could not contribute to their nakedness. By having fun themselves while San stood naked and itching to do anything, really.
But he knew he was not allowed.
Really, how had he dared to think he had a chance to be in charge when it came to Wooyoung and Mingi, together and right after a really heated concert?
There were times where he did order them around and of course they obeyed him like the good boys they were… But most of the time, especially after concerts were their ego was on over the roof levels—powered by Atiny’s screams and the adrenaline of performing before thousand of eyes—Mingi and Wooyoung just took whatever they wanted from him to satiate their libido.
He didn’t know why he thought otherwise, but really, could he complain about it? Not in the slightest. He loved it when his boyfriends used him, denied him, played with him all they wanted, because San knew the reward would taste a thousand times better if he acted accordingly.
Sometimes all the teasing and edging was frustrating, but not in a bad way, au contraire: San rejoiced in it. He loved every second and at the moment his cock stood high in the air, impossibly hard and heavily neglected. He was leaking a lot of precum and he felt it trailing down his shaft while he was glued to the closet, watching his boyfriends getting off with each other. San basked in the sounds they were letting go. His cock twitched again as his abdomen muscles tightened ever so slightly at the sight.
By the movement’s of Wooyoung’s hand under the fabric of Mingi’s sweats, Mingi’s erratic breathing against Wooyoung’s mouth and the faltering of his grip around San’s neck… San came to a realisation: Wooyoung was fingering him. He was prepping Mingi already and San’s chest soared in anticipation.
Maybe he let out a whine, too. Totally involuntarily, of course, but it was too late to mask it, for it had broken the bubble his two boyfriends were sucked in. They stilled their movements and looked over at him. He didn’t know what face he was doing, but the two of them finally took pity of him.
“Ah, we got a bit carried away,” Mingi breathed, sheepishly, removing his hand finally from his neck but not before giving him a small squish.
“Our Sannie needs attention too,” Wooyoung cooed, getting his hands on San’s cock again. He let go of a choked moan when he found Wooyoung’s hand sticky with lube, making it easier for him to slide his palm over his skin. When did he even get lube without San noticing?
Mingi removed his hoodie all the way and also pushed down his sweats at last. San looked in awe how his cock got caught at the waistband and bounced back up once the elastic released it, making it hit right where Wooyoung had been smearing his precum against Mingi’s waist.
Fuck, how he wanted to touch.
“Not yet, kitten.” Wooyoung saw through him so easily it sometimes was scary. “Should we make him cum before fucking us?” And the way he asked that as if San himself was not there went straight to his cock, which pathetically twitched once again in response.
“Mmmhh, maybe he should,” Mingi pouted. “I don’t want him to stop when I’m almost there. I want him to last till I’m done.”
“Fine by me,” Wooyoung smiled wickedly before dropping to his knees.
Mingi soon followed and suddenly two warm mouths were kissing open-mouthed at either side of his cock. San almost growled when he felt the contrast of their hot tongues laping at his dick, which had been left standing exposed to the cold air for far too long. His boyfriends’ hands massaged his thighs as they lathered his whole cock in spit. Mingi was mouthing where the base met with his pelvis and Wooyoung took advantage of it and wrapped his tongue around the head, forcing San to close his eyes as his breath became faster.
The two of them complemented each other so well.
When Wooyoung needed a breather from bobbing his head while sucking him off, Mingi gladly took over. They both made sure that his cock was never left unattended and it was becoming a problem because their styles were completely different. That meant that every time they changed, the pace, the profundity and the technique also changed.
Wooyoung was fast. He worked quickly and around the head, sometimes taking a bit more into his mouth but just enough to tease him. He always made sure to collect San’s precum directly from his slit using the point of his tongue, always teasing at his urethra with the strong muscle until San was a mess above him.
And Mingi, oh, Mingi. Mingi always wanted more. He always attempted to deep throat him as soon as he got San’s cock in front of his face. He absolutely loved to lap at the underside of his cock, tongue flat as he dragged it in and out of his mouth, taking more and more of him until his pointy nose got buried into San’s pubic hair. He teased him, too, but slower.
They also changed when he was close, denying him of his release as they extended their sweet torture. It was something that drove San utterly mad and yet he wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world.
San looked down and maybe that had been a mistake.
“Ba-babes,” he breathed out, trying to warn them from his imminent climax, but not a single word followed, for his breath was taken fully away.
The sight was really one out of a fucking porn film.
Picture this: both of his extremely hot and gorgeous boyfriends, on their knees before him.
Wooyoung was busy resuming fingering Mingi and the blond, in favour, was lazily pumping him with one hand. His other wand was wrapped around San’s base, unmoving, just making sure his cock did not slip away because, at its tip, both Wooyoung and Mingi were wrapping their tongues around his darkened head. As if they wanted to kiss each other but San’s cock was preventing them from doing so.
At the sound of his stuttering, the two of them opened their eyes and looked up at him, and only when they saw the state San was in, they decided to do something about it. The two of them opened their mouths wide and stuck their tongue out, still touching the underside of his cock as Mingi began to stroke him fast and determined. San was entranced by their beauty and by the way the tip of his cock passed from one tongue to the other by the sole movement of Mingi’s hand around him.
“Please,” he breathed and Mingi’s hand quickened, a non-verbal clue to tell him that he was allowed
Not wanting to close his eyes, he almost cried out as he felt fire pooling fast on his lower abdomen, just to explode equally fast. His legs wobbled but thankfully his boyfriends’ hands were there to keep him up. His vision blurred until he blacked out briefly by the force of his orgasm and the overstimulation provided by Mingi milking him until the last drop of cum was out.
When he could see again, he came back to Wooyoung closing his mouth around his head and sucking hard to really drink everything in. His face was a bit stained with his release but it didn’t last much on his skin as Mingi came forward to lick his cheek clean.
“Fuck-”
San was already spent and deflating in Wooyoung’s mouth and as soon as he realised that, he turned around to look at Mingi. He mimicked his movements and cleaned his face from any drop of San’s cum that had stained his skin only to finish it all with a scorching kiss.
He could not stop looking at them. At the way they hungrily kissed each other trying to taste San out of the other’s tongue.
Fuck the refractory period, San felt his cock twitch in interest again.
Slowly, Wooyoung and Mingi separated and, placing small kisses all over his thighs, hips, abs, nipples, neck and cheek, they travelled up his body until they met at San’s mouth. They took turns to kiss him senseless and San could taste himself in their lips.
“Now bed, yes,” Wooyoung said, almost breathless.
They dragged San towards the bed and pushed him to the mattress, climbing in right after.
They laid each on either side of him and pampered him with lots and lots of little kisses, small licks and shallow bites. San’s hands naturally curled around their waists as his cock slowly got on full mast.
Wooyoung’s thigh was splayed all over his own forcing him to part his legs as the black-haired man rutted against it. With that movement, voluntary or involuntary, his knee briefly and carefully nudged at the base of San’s cock, contributing to harden his erection.
Mingi, on the other side, had hooked his leg around San’s but he was not moving his hips back and forth like Wooyoung was. He was just keeping it down, pinned to the mattress as he took his sweet time worshipping San’s body with his mouth.
They tortured him a little longer but Wooyoung finally got too impatient to keep going.
“Mingi,” he simply whined, and the blond took the hint.
They moved into a sitting position and San looked at them from below, with his brows furrowed and almost breathless already. Mingi cradled Wooyoung’s face and kissed him over San.
“Sit on his face, come on. Let him stretch you open,” he whispered against his lips before turning to San. “Can you do that, Sannie?”
“Yes,” he nodded eagerly, already reaching for him with something akin to desperation. “Please.”
Finally something he could do.
After some weird manoeuvring, Wooyoung was straddling his chest, looking the other way around as his ass stood right over San’s face at last. His mouth watered at the sight. He reached out and without asking for permission, he kneaded the firm and toned flesh of his buttocks, separating the ass cheeks and staring at Wooyoung’s plug.
San groaned and began to play with the toy absentmindedly as he was lost in the sight. In and out, in and out, basking in Wooyoung’s muffled moans. He could not see it, but he was sure they were back at kissing each other hungrily above him.
“Sannie, tongue,” Wooyoung gasped as he pushed his ass even closer to his face.
He didn’t have to be told twice.
He discarded the plug somewhere and stared at his gaping hole with half-lidded eyes. He closed his eyelids and finally took out his tongue to eat him out. He lapped at his hole tentatively, feeling Wooyoung squirming at the wet touch. It only encouraged the older to keep going. He ate him like a starved man and in a way, he was, because the two of them had been denying him of what he wanted to do the most: giving them pleasure.
There were times where Wooyoung had tried to get away from his tongue, as San had started to dip it in and out as he had done with the plug, sometimes using his own fingers to add to the sensations… But San never let him get away. He was greedy and his hands curled around his thighs, always bringing him closer. So close, almost suffocating, but San did not care at all.
He had been so invested in his only job that he barely noticed Mingi moving. He didn’t notice a thing, lost in the filthy sounds filling the room and the taste of lube coating Wooyoung’s skin. He did not know what Mingi was up to—besides kissing Wooyoung—not until his hand was wrapped around his ignored cock and made him yelp against Wooyoung’s rim. Only then he realised where Mingi was, as he almost towered over Wooyoung.
Mingi was straddling him, facing the younger over San and by grabbing his cock, starting to stroke it fast. What he was doing instead of jerking him off as he had wrongly assumed, was actually lubing him up and aligning himself with it. San growled the moment his tip pressed against Mingi’s rim. He held his breath as soon as he breached the tight ring of muscle. He felt as all air was punched out of him when Mingi finally bottomed out and was fully seated on him, unbelievably tight around him.
San heard his boyfriend moan as he canted his hips tentatively, and he echoed his moans with every tilt of his pelvis over him, shifting the direction of his cock inside him.
“That’s it, Mangi, you’re doing great,” he heard Wooyoung breath at the same time as he guided San’s fingers back towards his hole. San worked him open instantly, trying to match Mingi’s pace, going from one finger, to two, to three in almost record time.
Wooyoung was really falling apart on his fingers but he had always been greedy, he always wanted more. In a swift movement that left San confused for a few seconds, the younger was now looking at him, giving his back to Mingi. The blonde reached for his hips, steading him, as Wooyoung lowered on his body and pressed their chests, kissing San fervently.
Their tongues glided against each other and San’s hands flew up to hold at his neck and face as they kissed. They danced against the other and San’s hand naturally moved from his neck to his side. Caressing him with devotion going from his shoulder, to his ribs and to his waist, until he met Mingi’s hand at Wooyoung’s hip.
Mingi intertwined their fingers together as he resumed his movements, riding San into oblivion.
“Mingi!” Wooyoung moaned into his mouth abruptly.
Ah, the blond might have started guiding Wooyoung towards his own cock. He felt the younger shift slightly downwards and his mouth parted with a half broken moan. And then Mingi stilled briefly while Wooyoung pushed his ass into his lap.
They slotted in a way that was perfect. Mingi both fucked Wooyoung and fucked himself on San, using his movements up and away from San’s cock to thrust into Wooyoung and the other way around, using his movements down to drag his dick out of him and push San’s cock deep inside himself.
And for a while, that was all they did. They moved in tandem as moans, gasps and rushed breaths, along some squelching noises, filled in the room. But soon enough he felt Mingi tiring above, his moves erratic as he whined and fell forward, his forehead colliding with Wooyoung’s spine.
“Minnie, please, let me fuck you,” he pleaded, resisting the urge to thrust forward without permission.
“Yes, love. You’ve been doing so good,” Wooyoung said, almost a whisper as he began to fuck himself on Mingi’s cock. “Let him.”
Another low whine from Mingi was all it took for San to finally thrust into him, almost crying into Wooyoung’s mouth at the change of sensation. He tightened his hold on Mingi’s hand, keeping him grounded.
“Shhh, kitten, you’re also doing so good,” he purred against him. “Our perfect boy.”
His chest soared at those words and his mind went blank for a hot second there, only moving by force of habit. He could not let them down now that he was finally granted his wish. His calves burned and his thrusts became uncoordinated, but he had to keep going, for Mingi. To not leave him halfway. To not disappoint Wooyoung. A sob escaped his mouth as he realised he could not keep his pace going for much longer.
“Hey, shh, no crying yet.” Wooyoung kissed his tears of exhaustion away. “You’re doing amazing.”
“Let’s- Let’s change,” he heard Mingi’s gruff voice echo around. “My legs- I can’t keep myself up either.”
That’s how Mingi ended up on his back, San fucking him good in a new angle while Wooyoung bounced on Mingi’s cock. Wooyoung’s back was pressed to San’s front, their sweat making it easier for their bodies to glide along together. His arm had curled around his neck and San took the opportunity to kiss freely every patch of tanned skin he could get his lips on.
Mingi’s moans increased every time San hit his prostate. He knew he was close.
“Keep going. Fuck him harder, Sannie,” he rasped, quickening his riding motions. “Make him cum.”
San obliged and did what he was told. Mingi’s mouth was settled open wide while he tried to get air into his lungs the harder his thrusts went against his bundle of nerves.
He felt it when Mingi finally came. He clenched around him as his back arched away from the mattress, thrusting up into Wooyoung. The younger leant in and captured his mouth as he rode Mingi’s orgasm until he slipped out of him, slowly deflating.
The older watched as Mingi’s release started to leak out of his boyfriend’s hole and without thinking, he stuffed his fingers back into him, keeping it there. Wooyoung choked at the intrusion but said nothing, keeping kissing Mingi sweetly as San itched to use his cock on him instead: he must use his fingers until he was told otherwise.
“Sannie-” he keened into Mingi’s mouth.
“Can I-” he halted his movements, removing his fingers from him and dragging out of Mingi, who grunted at the sudden stimulation.
“Go on,” Mingi husked, his voice spent and raspy. “Make our Wooyoungie feel as good as you made me feel. You don’t want to make him wait for any longer, right? You’re our perfect boy.”
Mingi ran his fingers all over Wooyoung’s body until his big hands ended up grabbing big handfuls of his ass, presenting him to San.
“Sannie, fuck me.”
San placed his hands over Mingi’s once he aligned himself with Wooyoung’s creampied hole and, without saying a single word, he thrusted in. Both of them moaned when San’s hips slapped against Wooyoung’s body, against his own hands still over Mingi’s.
“Give him everything you’ve got, Sannie… and we’ll let you cum again.”
At the mention of his own release, San soon grew desperate to comply to his boyfriend’s demands. He thrusted in and out, relentlessly and merciless. He gave his all and he rejoiced in the jarred moans he was yanking out of Wooyoung.
His hands moved from over Mingi’s as he lost his composure briefly, lowering himself over Wooyoung’s body and probably smashing him and Mingi with his own muscles against each other and the mattress. Wooyoung twisted then as much as the position allowed until he was clashing their lips together. He kissed him back immediately as he finally resumed his thrusts.
Mingi’s hands also moved and began to roam his body. Every touch of his made his skin prickle in goosebumps and he felt himself getting close.
“Youngie-” he warned into his mouth, thrusting deeper, slower.
“Almost there,” he gasped back. “Ming- fuck, yes.”
San barely saw it, but Mingi’s hand was curled around Wooyoung’s cock, pumping him as San aimed for Wooyoung’s prostate. He knew exactly when he found it because Wooyoung tried to move away from the overstimulation, letting out a broken curse under his breath as he gasped for air.
“You’re doing so good, Sannie. Just a bit more,” Mingi whispered, his free hand cupping San’s cheek as he wiped a tear he didn’t know had left the corner of his eye. “Hold it in, don’t cum yet.”
His boyfriend looked into his irises with both fondness and something San could not quite pinpoint, something close to pride, and he felt the urge to lean further down to capture his lips. San let go a frustrated whine when he tried to, not reaching him as he wanted. Mingi chuckled and while Wooyoung panted between them, he leant up to meet his lips. He now felt more tears slipping through his eyelashes as Mingi kissed him with love.
“I’m so close, Sannie.. I will- I—shit—ah!”
Mingi separated from his lips then, leading his face to Wooyoung’s, so they could kiss through the younger’s orgasm. San felt him clenching around his cock, tighter than Mingi. It was overwhelming. He wanted to cum, he needed to.
“Please,” he begged into Wooyoung’s mouth, “please.”
“Do it, San. Come for us,” Mingi allowed while Wooyoung just nodded enthusiastically, kissing him again.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” he sobbed between eager kisses.
He picked up his pace. He didn’t even know how he found the strength to do it, but he did and he was now back at burying himself into Wooyoung with determination as he chased his own orgasm. To be honest, it didn’t take him much: in just a few slams, San was painting Wooyoung’s insides.
Everything disappeared around him. He felt his body lighten as he dissolved into pleasure, the the electric-like waves of the released dopamine running through him as the endorphins made him feel all floaty and fulfilled.
He came back from his high to Wooyoung kissing his mouth slow and sweet while Mingi focused on kissing right over his heart tenderly. The younger made a small sound of contentment and slowly moved to pamper his cheek with more kisses. Mingi raised his head to take his mouth instead and as they shared a moment, Wooyoung pressed a kiss to his temple.
He felt very content, but he was also very exhausted.
San slipped out from Wooyoung with a groan mixed with a whine and he fell forward over Mingi, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. He tilted his head to the side just enough to see how his boyfriends also kissed fondly and leisurely.
The older moved further to the side until he was curling himself against Mingi’s body, resting his head on his chest as his arm wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist, still laying right over Mingi while they kept kissing lazily.
Fuck, how was one so lucky to be met with such sight? How was he worthy to be with them? To share his life with them both in public and behind closed doors? He felt overwhelmed all of a sudden with emotion. His love was so great for them that it almost hurt. As he looked at them unblinkingly, he let out a small sniff—against his will—that caught his boyfriend’s attention.
They parted their lips and looked over at him, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths briefly before disappearing into thin air. San saw how Mingi brought his eyebrows together as Wooyoung tightened his jaw as he swallowed. Appalled that he had broken their moment, San’s eyes filled in with tears as another sob got caught on his throat.
“Kitten? What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asked, genuinely concerned for him and reaching his hand out to cradle it through his dampened hair. San closed his eyes shut and the tears finally flowed free. “Hey, no, no, no. It’s fine, it’s fine-”
“Are you hurt?” Came Mingi’s voice, just a mere threat, small and low. He hated to be the reason he felt bad right now, so he sobbed harder. “Sannie, please talk to us. Was it too much?”
He could only shake his head ‘no’ against him, hoping that it was enough to soothe their worries. How could he even say that he interrupted them with his cries because he loved them a bit too much?
Shit, all those amazing chemicals were leaving him at a vertiginous rate the more he let his mind wander.
He sniffed again into Mingi’s skin and then he felt how Wooyoung moved around until he was hugging him from behind. His arms tightened around San’s waist and his nose dragged sweetly between his shoulder blades, kissing the skin there from time to time.
Mingi moved too. He turned around until he was facing San and laying on his side. His right hand found his cheek, caressing his heated and dampened skin while his left drew floritures on the skin of his thigh. San held Wooyoung’s arms in place over his tummy with one hand as the other reached to circle Mingi’s waist, pulling him closer.
Instinctively the three of them tangled their lower limbs and tightened their hold. Mingi kissed his forehead.
“You did so good, Sannie. I don’t know what’s going on inside your head… But you did nothing wrong. You were perfect. Amazing as always.”
“Our perfect boy,” Wooyoung agreed.
San whined at the praise as he felt his heart rate evening out at last. He cleared his throat when his breath returned to normal. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to-”
“No, no, Sannie. Nothing to be sorry about,” Wooyoung assured, kissing at the top of his spine.
“You don’t need to worry about a thing, love,” Mingi kissed him, soft and almost feather-like, as if afraid San would break if he pressed his lips against his more firmly than he was ready for.
San did it for him though, needing him closer, capturing his mouth fully and kissing him as his life depended on it. Mingi soon followed his lead and returned San’s energy. San’s hand reached behind him as Wooyoung placed his lips on his shoulder. The older curled his arm around his boyfriend’s neck as he separated from Mingi and kissed Wooyoung with equal eagerness, needing him close, too. Mingi chuckled and his nose tickled him when he hugged him tighter, burying his face into San’s neck.
Thankfully the oxytocin made it back through his system as they kissed with nothing but love and devotion for each other.
They stayed like that for who knew how long, just soothing each other with soft words and praises. They were almost falling asleep in each other’s arms but there was still something to take care of. They could absolutely not fall asleep, not until they took care of their drying fluids staining their skin.
“I think we should get cleaned, we’ll all be more comfortable in our soft pyjamas,” Mingi broke the silence, starting to peel himself from San. He groaned against him in response but he knew he was right. “Come on, baby. Up.”
San tried to get up, but Wooyoung prevented him from it, tightening his arms around him.
“You’ll have to carry me, I fear,” the younger creaked behind him. “I don’t think I can move my legs.”
“Drama queen.” Mingi rolled his eyes, amused at Wooyoung’s antics.
“Pick me up?”And Mingi obliged with a huff, peeling Wooyoung from San’s back. “Sannie, are you coming with us?”
San turned around, looking at them from the mattress. Mingi was carrying Wooyoung on his back and the younger was extending his arms towards San, making grabby hands at him.
“Sannie, come on. He weights -ack!” Mingi whined as Wooyoung bit him playfully. “Hey!”
He stared at the scene and a laugh took over his chest. They looked at him unimpressed and finally San himself got up from bed and joined them in the bathroom.
They washed each other tenderly and playfully, between kisses and small, light-hearted laughs.
They removed the stained sheets and picked up the clean extra blanket the hotels always left inside the closet. The three of them climbed back on the bed, placing San once again in the middle, Wooyoung to his right, and Mingi to his left, just like when they were up in that stage.
And as their breaths evened, San couldn’t help himself but to think that… what the hell? He liked Sanservice a fuckton more than fanservice. And if fanservice led to Sanservice… Who was he to deny his boyfriends’ wishes?
He was their perfect boy, after all, and San wouldn’t want it any other way.