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jisung wakes up to panting in his ear, warmth coming from a body laying on top of him.
“hmm? wha’… ah.” the figure stalls at the mumbled noises he lets out. whimpering softly, trying to keep still. jisung, aware of the other person in the bed, whispers, “turn a light on, will you?”
the figure doesn’t move, maybe scared. “it’s okay, you can turn a light on for me. jus’ wanna see you, okay?”
movement, then a swift click. seungmin. obviously.
minho’s still asleep, not stirring despite the commotion of jisung’s thigh being humped by someone who’s meant to be in his own bed. couldn’t he have humped a pillow?
the glassy look, pouty lips and whining give it away though. “is puppy needing attention?”
jisung… well, he doesn’t hate being dominant. it’s quite fun sometimes, seeing other people fall apart. it’s just more likely for him to sub, because normally that’s how things match up.
like last night, with minho, in this bed. seungmin came home late, jeongin’s visiting family. minho wanted to fuck jisung into the mattress while telling him how much of a slut he is, then cuddle until they fell asleep.
now, jisung is face to face with his boyfriend who has the mental capacity of a dog.
he sighs, reaching up to bring seungmin’s head down. jisung pets him, scratching his hair and letting him nuzzle into his shoulder. “needy boy, huh?”
seungmin, clearly having trouble speaking, simply whines. it’s louder than before. hips grind slowly into jisung’s thigh, getting him more worked up than it should.
“you can use hyung’s thigh, pup, that’s alright. hump my leg, make a mess all over your clothes.”
the movement just grows, despite still being subtle. seungmin pushes himself down, both of them fully clothed. it probably makes the pleasure feel better, a little sting here or there. seungmin likes pain, same as jisung.
they’re quite similar, actually. they both sub most frequently, they both enjoy being used, they both enjoy pain. spanking, mm. jisung’s suddenly reminded his ass hurts, shuffling slightly.
“hmmf,” seungmin whines into his ear, moving one leg so its between jisung’s instead of on top. jisung just pets seungmin’s hair, ignoring how hard he’s getting.
there’s now extra friction, from this position. that’s definitely not why seungmin decided to move, chasing his own pleasure, he has no regard for his owners. but jisung lets himself grind up slightly.
“good boy,” he praises, mindful to not wake minho. “so needy, am i right? you just need some help. did you sneak in here, puppy?”
seungmin tries nodding, jisung familiar with what that looks like. he’s really cute when he’s in his headspace, all fluffy clothes, pouty lip, wet eyes. needy, desperate, attention seeking.
“shouldn’t sneak into other people’s rooms, but i guess you have no self-control, hmm?” seungmin whines, head dropping into the crook of jisung’s neck. “you getting close, pup?”
another, longer, desperate whine. more like a cry, a wail. not loud though, minho still doesn’t wake. jisung can’t decide if he wants him to or not. he’d probably punish them both.
unless he joined, but as a kitten. jisung’s been hoping minho will trust him with that for a while. despite being together for so long and still being in that dazed honeymoon phase, minho’s cautious.
and still asleep. fortunately, that’s still hot.
“you’re gonna come in your pants, hmm? when hyung’s sleeping next to us, when he doesn’t know.”
seungmin’s clearly getting more desperate. the short huffs of hot breath against jisung’s skin, the way his hips stutter. he’s a brat, he loves to play with the rules, but he knows he’s not allowed to finish without permission.
jisung’s fully hard now, it’s probably obvious. or, would be, if seungmin wasn’t so far away mentally. he’s getting louder, losing himself.
“hnnm, ah, ha, aha… ah, ah, ah-ah-ah— ”
“shh, you’ll wake him up,” jisung whispers. “just be a good dog and hump my leg. don’t wake minho-hyung up, and don’t come yet.”
that whine is louder, then a bite to jisung’s neck. teeth digging into the skin harshly. he yelps, too sharp, because minho stirs.
jisung freezes. seungmin doesn’t seem to care. rutting what is now wet fabric into the crease between jisung’s thigh and his stomach. through clothes.
minho rolls over, facing them both now. “shit,” jisung mutters to himself, trying to grab onto seungmin and force him into slowing down.
but no, obviously not. seungmin just whines louder, and louder, and gets more and more desperate. he’s controlling himself well, in jisung’s opinion.
“okay, okay, you can come.” the words are all he needs to hear, the already soggy patch at the puppy’s crotch wetting even more. seungmin moans into jisung’s neck, hips slowing their rhythm as he comes down from his high. “good boy, good pup. catch your breath, baby.”
they’ve trained him well, jisung thinks. coming on command and all. maybe he just believes that’s so impressive because he struggles so much with it, always too early.
they both lay in silence, laboured breathing slowing into peaceful huffs. seungmin growls occasionally when jisung stops petting his hair. jisung just shushes him.
minho still doesn’t wake up.
jisung — being what he would call a genius, and others may call either a brat or an idiot — whispers into seungmin’s ear, “you’re gonna help me now.”
there’s no choice given, it’s a statement. a demand. he’s come in here looking for something, gotten it. it’s only fair to return the favour.
seungmin whines, burrowing his head into jisung’s neck and sucking on the skin. it’s nice, being so close to him. both of them… minho’s breath is hitting jisung’s shoulder.
the cum must be drying by now. his own cock is throbbing with need, just as desperate as seungmin was.
“sit up puppy,” jisung murmurs, kissing his cheek softly. “you’re gonna use your mouth, make me feel good.”
seungmin, half asleep, does as he’s told. for once. jisung watches minho as he lifts his hips and drags his shorts down, seeing the tiniest piece of drool falling from his older boyfriend’s lips.
he’s always pretty, but when minho sleeps it’s impossible to think he’s not hot. jisung’s dick twitches, an idea forming.
seungmin cuts that idea off, no warning before his mouth his sucking on the head of jisung’s hard cock. he’s small, easy for seungmin to take into his mouth without much strain. there’s no prep, just opening his mouth wide enough.
jisung groans at the sudden heat, moaning too loud like he always does. seungmin bobs his head, sucking under the tip and along the veins that pop out when he’s this fucking horny.
reaching down with one hand, looping fingers into seungmin’s sweaty hair. the other hand reaches for behind minho’s head.
they’ve discussed somno before, as an entire group. jisung doesn’t mind being used in any capacity, thinking it’s hot. minho minds being touched unless they’ve discussed it the night before, but he’s always welcoming to the idea of being woken up to someone getting off next to him.
he also doesn’t mind head scratches, he loves those. touched always meant sexually, head scratches aren’t sexual. they’re soft, equal control.
jisung watches minho lean back into his hand, seungmin sucking him dry. he’s losing himself again, using too much teeth.
it’s painful.
jisung likes the pain.
he loves the drag across sensitive skin, the way seungmin’s nose touches the mess of pubic hair, the idea of being so weak and pathetic that his cock can’t even graze the back of seungmin’s mouth when seungmin’s reaches into jisung’s throat.
he’s still got power, though. the most power out of the three people in this bed.
hand in seungmin’s hair, being the one he goes to in the middle of the night when he’s desperate for someone’s warmth. telling him what he’s allowed to do, where to go, when he’s allowed to come.
touching the back of minho’s head and waiting for him to wake up and find them like this. whether that’s now or in the morning, jisung doesn’t have much of a preference. he’s just taking what he wants. grinding up into seungmin’s mouth. gripping minho’s hair tighter.
jisung’s terrible at keeping quiet, especially when seungmin licks into his slit and cum unexpectedly bursts out and into the puppy’s mouth. he licks it all up, uncaring about jisung’s oversensitivity.
“that’s enough.” it’s rough, a command, resulting in a whimper and seungmin sitting up. he’s cute, jisung has to give him that. “good boy, c’mere.”
happily, seungmin crawls up the bed, settling into jisung’s side and sighing. he curls in, finding his place.
jisung pets both of their hair, until he falls asleep. content.
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when he wakes, seungmin’s still there. the covers are pulled off both of them, and the light they never bothered to turn off is still brightening the room more than the sliver of morning sunlight let in by minho’s blackout curtains.
minho is not in the bed. jisung sits up at that realisation, thinking he’s done something wrong.
before he can panic too much, his first love appears in the doorway with a tray of breakfast foods. “morning, bug.”
jisung is covered in a sticky sweat, the smell of sex still thick in the air. he notices that seungmin didn’t change out of his soiled clothes either. worse than that, there’s a drop of dried cum at the side of his mouth.
“wassup…” is all jisung can manage, minho walking around the bed to hand him the tray. it’s his favourites, because minho’s a softie even if he’ll never admit that.
“did you two have a fun last night?”
jisung gulps. “y-yeah…”
“good,” minho says, cheerful as he gets back into his bed and hooks an arm around jisung’s shoulders. he’s petting seungmin too, the sleeping lump humming at the soft touch. “eat your breakfast, jisung.”
“can i have a kiss first?”
minho hums. “if you promise to change my sheets and give the dog a bath.” he’s still smiling. it’s a little unnerving.
“i promise, hyung.”
“good,” minho whispers, leaning in to kiss jisung’s lips. he pauses, still smiling as he adds on, “did i not fuck you well enough?”
“it’s his fault,” jisung mumbles gesturing to seungmin. “you always fuck me perfectly.”
“i know, bug. wake me up next time, hmm?”
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