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Donghyuck was sprawled out on his bed, the sheets sweat-damp and twisted around his thighs from all his tossing and turning as his chest rose and fell with his frustrated breaths.
His hand was moving steadily over his cock and he didn’t even know how long he’d been at it. Half an hour? More? He was painfully hard and had been like that for what felt like forever.
Bending one knee he wrapped his fingers more firmly around his length, not caring for the wet sounds that filled the room. He was past caring. Twisting his wrist on every upstroke, he used his thumb to press over the sensitive head then spread the leaking precum around.
It felt good.
The pressure was right, the rhythm was right, he could feel how the heat coiled low in his stomach. Hell, even his balls felt tight and heavy, so then why couldn’t he goddamn come already?
He’d tried fingering himself earlier but then his wrist got a cramp and he had to change strategies, choosing instead to tug at his own sack or play with his nipples. Nothing.
He whimpered quietly. Come on, fuck, why won’t it happen?
Ok, focus. Focus on the sensations. Taking in an unsteady breath he tried to zero in on the feeling of his own fist on his cock, how fight it felt, how his cock throbbed and sent little sparks of pleasure when he rubbed right beneath the head.
Better, yes. More.
He pictured strong hands pinning him down and a deep voice growling praise against his ear while the image that formed looked dangerously close to Jaemin’s broad shoulders, the voice guiding him taking on Mark’s tone. Any other time he’d immediately flinch away from those thoughts, cheeks burning with shame at thinking of his friends, but tonight he tried to chase them because nothing else was working.
“Fuck… fuck, please—” he whispered, voice cracking.
The pleasure kept building inside but it never crested, just sitting there throbbing and aching but refusing to break. His muscles burned. His wrist was starting to cramp too and he could feel his eyes tear up out of pure frustration.
Letting out a broken, embarrassed sound, Donghyuck finally called it quits. He took his sticky hand away from his cock and wiped it onto the sheets just as he felt his tears drip down from his temples onto the bedding.
He couldn’t make himself orgasm. Again. Nothing was working anymore and it hasn't been for about two weeks. Two entire weeks of basically edging himself with no end in sight.
“I can’t keep doing this,” he told the blurry ceiling. His voice came out wobbly and wrong.
Why the fuck was this happening to him? What if this was permanent? What if he was broken? He had to tell someone about this predicament before he drove himself insane.
His friends had been the first option that came to mind and also the fastest to be rejected. Two days ago at dance practice he had been ready to actually talk to someone and was idly watching Jaemin do an unnecessary spin just because he felt like it, and thought: maybe.
But then Jaemin turned that wide, feral smile on him, the one that showed too many teeth and promised trouble and Donghyuck actively imagined saying the words to Jaemin's face.
Jaemin, who had absolutely no filter between thought and expression, whose face was an open book written in very large, very legible font. His friend who laughed easily and mostly at him even though it was meant kindly. Mostly.
No, fuck that, Jaemin would definitely laugh and clap his hands and probably pull Jeno over all: "Jeno, listen to this" — and then there would be two of them, and—
No. No, the thought alone had been enough to make Donghyuck's brain physically recoil, some deep self-preservation instinct throwing itself bodily against that particular door.
Hard veto. Absolutely not. We don't even consider this.
Renjun, then. Renjun could actually listen and wouldn't laugh — or he'd laugh but he’d do it sympathetically and at least treat the issue carefully. The problem, though, was that Renjun's version of listening led to Renjun's version of advice, which was always some variation of have you tried addressing the problem like an adult, and in this case the obvious solution was —
Seeing a doctor.
He could already hear him saying: “Just go see a doctor, idiot” and that made Donghyuck’s stomach drop again. He couldn’t go to a doctor! Going to a doctor made it sound like a real problem or like something was seriously wrong with him.
No, he absolutely couldn’t tell his friends. Which unfortunately left him with only one real option. His parents.
The thought made his face burn every single time it crossed his mind, because they were his dads, the people who raised him and who still looked at him sometimes with this expression like he was their precious kid, which he was, but he was also over twenty years old and that should count for something. That should come with some dignity.
Okay, so the thing about his dad was — Johnny would absolutely not make fun of him. That wasn't the issue. Johnny would listen with his whole heart and then offer some genuine advice, probably pulling Donghyuck into a headlock at the end of it because that was just Johnny's factory setting. The teasing was their love language. Donghyuck knew this.
But there was a difference between knowing it and being able to withstand it when you were already feeling like a raw nerve.
His other dad, Jaehyun, however, would definitely worry. Out of the two of them it was him that doted on Donghyuck the most, the one with the calm presence and gentle hands. He’d pull Donghyuck into his arms and stroke his hair and as much as he’d be mortified he’d at least be comforted.
They would listen. They always listened.
Still… the humiliation of walking up to them and saying, “I can’t come and I’ve tried for days,” made him want to crawl into a hole and die.
So he waited.
Another full day passed in the same miserable loop of being distracted, worried and increasingly short-tempered. He snapped at Jisung during dance practice over nothing then he immediately felt guilty and had to apologize and it didn’t get any better from there either.
By the end of the second day, something inside him finally cracked.
He gave up on trying to come partway through his jerk off session, just lying there with his hand loosely wrapped around his very hard cock, too exhausted and defeated to keep going.
He couldn’t keep living like this. He couldn’t take another night of frustration. His body was aching, his mind was exhausted, and the constant feeling of shame was only making everything worse. His body felt like it was on fire, and his mind was a mess of fear and need.
Fine. Fine!
Donghyuck sat up from his bed, decision made and he was absolutely going to stick with it this time (unlike the last six times he had made this exact decision and then immediately unmade it before any actual follow-through).
This was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. He, Lee Donghyuck, a person of considerable intelligence and undeniable personal charisma, was being held hostage by one stupid embarrassing problem and the psychological inability to just open his mouth and use words, which — humiliating. Genuinely.
He had so many words. Words were his whole thing. Rarely was there ever a situation for which he couldn’t find a way to talk around or about it. And yet.
“You’re being stupid,” he said to himself.
Fuck it, he’s doing this. Whoever he finds first, he’ll sit them down and tell them. No big deal. He just has to walk out there, say the thing, die a little and move on. People do this all the time.
No big deal, he reminded himself, padding out into the hallway in his socks. You're just going to mention a thing. You mention things all the time. You told dad to his face last week that his shirt was genuinely not working for him and Johnny had just looked at it and gone hmm and kept it moving. You’re so capable of saying things.
The living room was empty so he rerouted into the kitchen, straining his ears for any noises that would give away the whereabouts of his parents, but after rounding the corner he found it empty too.
There was a mug of tea on the counter that was almost certainly his appa's. One touch to its surface confirmed that it was faintly warm, which meant Jaehyun had been here recently.
Where is a dad when you need one, he thought dejectedly. He was beginning to lose steam, feeling very much like a person who had worked very hard to get to the jumping-off point and now had nothing to jump off of.
Maybe they're both asleep and this was just not meant to happen tonight and that's fine, that's actually fine, it's not like he needed them to stop from spiraling or anything.
He drifted toward the hallway next, watching his parents' bedroom door at the far end of it, honing in on the light coming out from the gap under the door.
Right. Of course they’d be in bed at this hour.
Has the hallway always been this stretched out? The walk to their bedroom door had never, in the entire history of Donghyuck living in this house, taken this long. Every step he took made his stomach twist tighter. The hallway had tripled. It had at least tripled.
What if he actually went back to his room? He could sleep on it some more. What's one more night, statistically speaking?
“You've been waffling for two weeks," Donghyuck muttered under his breath, and then stopped walking because he was now arguing with himself out loud in the hallway, which was a new low. Genuinely.
He looked at the door. The door looked back.
This is stupid. They’re going to think he’s pathetic. Who in their right mind goes to their dads to talk about how they can’t orgasm? That’s insane.
People who have good relationships with their parents, maybe, the rational part of his brain supplied. Those who have dads like Johnny and Jaehyun?
When he reached their door he didn’t give himself time to hesitate again, knocking rapidly and waiting for the answer.
"Yeah, come in," Johnny replied from the other side. The voice of a man who had no idea what was about to be dropped into his evening.
Sorry, Donghyuck thought with genuine feeling and pushed the door open before he could chicken out. Johnny and Jaehyun were both in bed as suspected, the room bathed only in the glow of the bedside lamps.
Johnny was propped up against the headboard with his phone, legs stretched out and one arm folded behind his head, wearing the ancient university t-shirt he'd had since before Donghyuck was born and refused to throw away despite it being approximately forty percent hole at this point.
Jaehyun was beside him with a book open in his lap — an actual physical book, because his appa was like that — his reading glasses making him look like a very attractive librarian.
Both of them looked up as the door opened.
“Everything okay, aegi?” Jaehyun’s voice was gentle as he set his book down to look at him.
Donghyuck stood in the doorway, heart hammering. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt before he pulled them away and came inside to close the door fully.
“You’re up late,” Johnny observed, though he didn’t stop his scrolling on his phone.
The sight almost made it funnier, except Donghyuck wasn't laughing. “I need to talk to you. Both of you.” He couldn’t quite meet their eyes yet, fixing his gaze somewhere near the foot of the bed.
That got both of their attention at least. Johnny and Jaehyun exchanged a quick glance, realizing that something was up.
“Come here,” Johnny said, patting the edge of the bed.
“Umm, it’s not a big deal,” Donghyuck started as he gingerly sat down on the bed at a safe distance. “Well, it is. It is to me but you shouldn’t worry. It’s just—”
Embarrassing. It’s so fucking embarrassing.
When Donghyuck kept stalling, Jaehyun set his book aside and reached out to place one hand on his knee. “Hey, no judgement, you know that. Whatever it is, it’s okay.”
“Take your time,” Johnny said, but both of them were looking at him with clear worry now.
Donghyuck swallowed hard. Out with it. Faster is better. “I can’t come.”
Johnny blinked. “Come where?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused. He turned to look at his husband. “Did we have something planned—”
“No,” Donghyuck him off quickly and he could physically feel his face burning. He stared fixedly at his own lap, anything that wasn't their faces. “I can’t orgasm.”
The last word came out strangled, like it had to be physically extracted from him.
Both Johnny and Jaehyun froze, clearly surprised. Donghyuck wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He was fairly sure his soul had already left the building.
“Alright,” Johnny said eventually, recovering first as expected. “Talk us through it. How long has this been going on?”
Donghyuck hesitated, then muttered, “Two weeks.”
Johnny let out a low whistle. “Two weeks? And how long did you freak out about it before coming to us?”
Donghyuck gave a sheepish little laugh, shrinking in on himself. “…Two weeks?”
“You stubborn brat,” Johnny said, sounding a bit exasperated. “You’ve been suffering for that long and didn’t say anything?”
Beside him, Jaehyun made a sympathetic sound and reached out to brush Donghyuck’s hair back from his forehead. “Is anything hurting down there?”
“Do you have trouble getting it up?” Johnny cut in.
“Johnny,” Jaehyun scolded, his eyes widening as he looked at his husband. “Isn’t that kinda personal?”
"What?" Johnny said, entirely unrepentant. "He came to us for help. Asking questions is the most helpful thing I can do right now." He glanced at Donghyuck next. "You can tell me to back off at any point, ok?"
His tone was firm but not harsh, the classic Johnny mix that only he could manage and which Donghyuck actually appreciated. The logical approach somehow made the whole thing less embarrassing. No babying, no tiptoeing around it.
“No, it’s fine. I can answer,” Donghyuck mumbled, still staring down at his lap. “I can get hard, that part is working fine. Really fine, actually, which is sort of what makes this so—" he gestured vaguely, "—anyway. It's not that. It’s the orgasm. No matter what I do, I just can’t finish. It builds and builds and then it just… stops. It’s frustrating as hell.”
Johnny cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s figure this out properly. How many times have you been masturbating through all this?”
Donghyuck groaned and covered his face with both hands, peeking at them through his fingers. “Do we really have to get into numbers?”
“Kid, you came to us because nothing’s working,” Johnny said, but a hint of amusement was creeping back into his voice. “We’re not here to judge. We’re trying to help, so spill.”
Donghyuck let out a dramatic sigh but tried to keep going, the words tumbling out now that the worst part was already said.
“I’ve been trying every night. For hours sometimes. Different ways, different… stuff. I even watched videos but nothing works. Then I got worried I was doing it too much, so I tried taking a break for a few days. Thought maybe I just needed to let it build up, you know?”
Jaehyun tilted his head, looking genuinely concerned. “And it didn’t help?”
“Well, it obviously hasn’t,” Johnny answered for him. “Otherwise he wouldn’t be knocking on our door at one in the morning looking like he wants to crawl under the bed.”
Donghyuck let out a weak laugh despite himself. “Yeah, it didn’t help. If anything, the break just made me more frustrated. I feel like I’m constantly on edge and it’s driving me crazy. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Jaehyun nodded slowly, processing everything. “Baby, I know this feels embarrassing, but we’re glad you told us. Holding it in for two whole weeks probably made the stress worse.”
Johnny leaned back against the headboard, considering. “Exactly. Stress is probably a big part of why this is happening. Your body’s wound up so tight it doesn’t know how to let go anymore. You’ve been spiraling, trying harder every time and getting more frustrated when it doesn’t work. That cycle doesn’t help.”
Some of the tension left his shoulders after getting all that out. All things considered it could have gone significantly worse. “I know. I kept thinking if I just tried one more time, or found the right video, or changed positions… but nothing. I even started worrying something was actually wrong with me.”
“Hey,” Jaehyun said softly before he patted the space between them on the big bed to motion him closer. “Come on, get comfortable. This might take a minute.”
Donghyuck looked at the space, then at both of his dads, internally debating. The worst part was over. He'd said the thing out loud, to their faces, and nobody had laughed and he was still alive, technically.
Fuck it, why not.
Donghyuck crawled further onto the mattress and settled between them then immediately grabbed one of the large pillows and hugged it tightly to his chest like a shield. If things got too mortifying, he could always just shove his face into it and suffocate himself. That was Plan B.
To their credit, both Johnny and Jaehyun were clearly trying to make this as easy on him as possible. “Nothing is wrong with you. Bodies are weird sometimes. Especially when you’re stressed,” Jaehyun said, fluffing another pillow behind his back.
“I don’t know what to do…” he admitted, voice cracking a little as he settled back against it, letting the familiar scent of his parents’ bedsheets soothe his frayed nerves. “I didn’t want to concern you guys, but I didn’t know who else to turn to. I’ve been panicking about this for days.”
Johnny shifted into a more relaxed position, leaning against the headboard so he could face him properly. “Our family doctor, maybe? We could make an appointment—”
“Not the doctor!” Donghyuck yelped.
Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Why not? He’s literally the most equipped to help in this situation, just in case there is something wrong.”
Donghyuck made a high-pitched squeak and buried his face in the pillow. Great thinking on his side to have it on hand. He didn’t count on needing to die so soon though.
"And why not the doctor, Hyuck?"
"It sounds serious," is what he offered Johnny from inside the pillow. "If I go to the doctor about it then it feels like something’s broken with me. And I'd have to sit there and describe it to him and he'd write it down and it would be official. Documented."
“You shouldn’t write it off just because it’s embarrassing. It’s his job. He’s a professional and he’s probably heard way worse than this.”
“Dad, I know,” Donghyuck whined, dragging the word out pathetically as he lifted his face from the pillow. "I know all of that. I just — can it be a last resort?"
Jaehyun immediately gave him a soft, comforting look and rubbed gentle circles on his back. “I’m sure there isn’t anything physically wrong with you, baby. It could be mental. Have you been stressed out lately?”
“Yeah I have. With finals coming up, and the dance showcase I’ve been practicing for every day I think everything’s been piling up. I thought I was handling it okay, but maybe I’m not.”
Johnny nodded, back to understanding again. “That makes sense. Stress can really mess with your body like this. I’d insist on the doctor thing, but maybe it’s too early for that so let’s shelve it. You said you tried waiting it out and that didn’t help. What else did you try? Let’s brainstorm other options.”
Donghyuck’s face flushed a deep, painful red again. At this rate he was convinced it would never return to its normal color. “Brainstorm? You want me to tell you my masturbation habits in detail?”
Jaehyun shifted uncomfortably beside him, looking a little uneasy as well. “Honey, I’m not sure this is appropriate.”
Johnny turned to look directly at him. When he spoke his voice was calm and steady. “Again, if I’m crossing a line, feel free to tell me or just not answer. But you came to us, so I’m going to be blunt with you. We can’t help if we don’t know what you’ve already tried. That said, it’s your call.”
Donghyuck’s heart hammered in his chest. This was his chance. He could walk it back right now and get up, pretend this entire conversation never happened. They would let him.
Hell, he could just go to the damn doctor like they suggested and suffer through that. He didn’t move from his spot.
As mortifying as it was to sit in between them and talk about his broken dick like it was a group project, he didn’t want to leave. Some stubborn, desperate part of him wanted to stay and hear what they had to say.
He swallowed hard, fingers twisting in the blanket. “It’s fine with me if you also say it’s fine.”
“Alright,” Johnny said, keeping his voice low and matter-of-fact. “What do you usually like when you’re doing this? Do you just jerk off or do you also finger yourself? Any toys? Walk us through it.”
Going straight to it, huh? His dad never beat around the bush. Donghyuck was way past the point of wanting to die; now he just felt numb with humiliation. Whatever. The only way out was through.
“I’ve only ever used fingers,” he mumbled. “That’s pretty much it.”
Jaehyun smiled softly, reaching out to gently rub his arm. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You know I bottom too. We’re not judging you at all.”
Donghyuck nodded. He did know. His parents had always been open with him about sex and gave him the big safety talk when he was a teenager. It had been thorough and slightly awkward, but honest. Plus, living with them meant he’d overheard enough over the years to piece things together.
He knew Jaehyun liked being the one taken care of sometimes and while it didn’t make this any less humiliating it still helped.
“Okay, that’s useful to know,” Johnny nodded. “So you’ve tried fingering. Did it feel good? Did it get you close at all during these last two weeks, or did nothing really touch the spot?”
“It felt good but not enough. I’d get really close sometimes, but then it just wouldn’t happen. Like my body refuses to let go.” He shifted awkwardly. “Though doing that myself isn’t as good as… well, the real thing. So I don’t like to do it a lot.”
Jaehyun hummed sympathetically, still rubbing slow, soothing circles on his arm. “That sounds really frustrating, sweetheart. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone.”
Donghyuck peeked up from the pillow. His cheeks hadn’t lost their flush but he was feeling a little less suffocated since they were treating this like a practical problem instead of something shameful.
Johnny rubbed his chin thoughtfully, still in full problem-solving mode. “Do you think sleeping with someone else might work? It could take the pressure out of your hands. You’d just have to focus on the pleasure instead of trying to make it happen yourself.”
Donghyuck’s head snapped up from the pillow. “No,” he said quickly. “Absolutely not.”
Both of them turned to look at him. Johnny’s eyebrow rose while Jaehyun tilted his head curiously.
“Why not?” Jaehyun asked softly.
Fuck. That’s another whole can of worms.
He could barely get comfortable with a partner even on his best days. He was too self-conscious, too hyper-aware of every sound, every expression. There was no way he was risking sleeping with anyone right now. He was too volatile, too wound up.
What if he still couldn’t finish and the whole thing blew up in his face? What if he got overwhelmed and cried or something equally embarrassing? He couldn’t let a stranger see him failing at something so basic.
Jaehyun must have noticed his hesitation. “Casual sex isn’t for everyone though, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I’d rather avoid that option completely.” Donghyuck swallowed, grateful for the easy out.
It was obvious both of them wanted to press further. Johnny looked like he had more questions but Donghyuck quickly changed the subject before they could. “So what options do I have then?”
“If you say you like penetration why don’t you use sex toys then?”
“I don’t have any. I considered buying one before but I never really needed it. It felt like too much effort when I could just use my fingers.”
Jaehyun nodded in understanding. “Okay, we can put that on the list of things for you to try.”
Donghyuck shifted the pillow in his lap, chewing on his bottom lip. “I don’t even know what to get or where to start. Do I just find a random site and pick something? That feels weird.”
“Or you could go to a physical store and actually see them in person. That way you know the size, the material, the weight—” Jaehyun said.
Donghyuck’s eyes widened in horror. “Are you crazy? I’m not letting anyone see me buying that.”
Jaehyun looked thoroughly unimpressed, raising an eyebrow in that calm, parental way of his. “Well, I like to get to hold the things I buy,” he said matter-of-factly. “Feel the weight of it in my hands. I like my dildos on the heavier side, personally.”
Johnny nodded casually beside them, like this was the most normal conversation in the world. Knowing them, it probably was. “We can go together if you’re embarrassed. I can offer some input if you’d like. I helped pick out a lot of our own stuff.”
Donghyuck made a strangled little noise into the pillow. Great, thanks for telling me you have a lot of kinky sex, dad.
“You two are the worst,” he grumbled. “I came here for help, not… whatever this is.”
Johnny grinned and ruffled his hair. “This is help, brat. You’ll thank us later.”
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And this was how after some more of Jaehyun’s encouragement, Donghyuck somehow found himself in the passenger seat of his dad’s car the next day, on the way to a sex shop.
He kept his legs pressed tightly together, arms crossed over his chest as he stared out the window.
He was going to a sex shop. With his dad. He was about to buy a toy that he was then going to bring home and use on himself, in the bedroom that was down the hall from where both of his parents slept.
The entire thing was so ridiculous that he wanted to scream.
Johnny, to his credit, was being the picture-perfect supportive dad. One hand on the wheel, calm as ever, occasionally glancing over with a relaxed expression. “You good?” Johnny asked.
Donghyuck made a small, noncommittal sound. “Define ‘good’.”
Johnny chuckled. “You’re overthinking it. It’s just a store. People go in there for all kinds of reasons. No one’s going to care.”
Easy for you to say, Donghyuck thought.
When they finally pulled into the parking lot of the discreet-looking shop, Donghyuck’s stomach did a nervous flip. They walked in together but the moment the door closed behind them, Donghyuck’s internal panic kicked into high gear.
They can tell, some irrational part of Donghyuck's brain announced immediately. What if they look at the two of them and just know they’re related? They're going to say something.
But nothing close to it happened.
The bored-looking shop assistant behind the counter barely glanced up from her phone, offering a lazy, “Hey, let me know if you need help with anything,” before going back to scrolling.
Johnny walked around like he’d been here before (which he probably had), no care in the world. “Take your time. No rush. Look around and tell me what catches your eye.”
Donghyuck hugged his arms around himself, cheeks warming as he wandered slowly down the aisle, eyes darting around like he was in a heist movie. The store looked clean and surprisingly non-intimidating, with rows upon rows of neatly organized toys, lubes, and accessories.
It had everything.
He didn’t even know there were this many sex toys to begin with. Some he didn’t even recognize or know what to do with. There were vibrators, then rows of lube in every possible flavor and consistency, cock rings, prostate massagers, and entire shelves dedicated to dildos of every shape, size and color imaginable.
He stopped in front of a display of realistic-looking ones, squinting hard at the tiny labels like his life depended on it and that's when his eyes landed on it. The monster.
There on the top shelf sat a massive, veiny dildo, easily 9 or 10 inches long and as thick as his wrist. It looked intimidating as hell. Donghyuck stared at it with wide-eyed horror.
Johnny followed his gaze and let out an amused chuckle. “Yeah… that one’s ambitious.”
“Are there actually people who can comfortably use that?” Donghyuck asked in a strangled voice.
“More than likely.”
“I’d rather stay frustrated forever,” Donghyuck said immediately, taking a small step back.
“Fair enough,” Johnny agreed easily, lips twitching. “Maybe not that for your first proper toy.”
He reached higher up and pulled down a much smaller, more reasonable-looking one — about 5 inches, smooth black silicone. Johnny turned it this way and that, inspecting it, then suddenly thrust it toward him. “Here.”
Donghyuck let out an undignified squeak and actually jumped back a step, hands flying up like his dad had offered him a live grenade.
Johnny looked thoroughly unimpressed. “Take it and look at it,” he said, voice dry. “That’s why you’re here. See if you think you’d enjoy using it.”
Donghyuck’s face burned as he gingerly accepted the toy, holding it like it was fragile glass. “But how can I even know just by looking?”
“You can’t, not fully,” Johnny admitted. “But you can get a feel for the size, the texture, the weight. Does it feel like something you’d want inside you?”
Donghyuck swallowed hard and forced himself to inspect it properly, turning it over in his hands. The truth was that he didn’t know what constituted a good or a bad toy but he did as instructed while Johnny watched him patiently.
“Do you like something more realistic? Flesh-colored, with veins? Should it have balls?”
“Um… maybe yes to realistic. I don’t think I want, like, a sparkly pink one. I don’t really care that much about the balls part…?”
Johnny nodded and waited while Donghyuck continued examining the toy in his hands. After another minute of him awkwardly turning it over, Johnny gently took it back and returned it to the shelf and they continued wandering the aisle.
He was examining a completely different display when Johnny suddenly thrust another toy into his hands. This one was slightly thicker than the last, with a realistic skin tone and subtle veining.
“What do you think of this one?”
He took it, cheeks flushing all over again. It felt… nice. Surprisingly nice. It had a gentle upward curve and felt noticeably heavier in his palm. The weight was satisfying and the thickness was not super intimidating.
All in all it looked like it would feel good to have inside. The slight curve made his stomach do a weird little flip. Yeah… this one might actually work.
“This one, yeah?” Johnny asked, though he looked like he already knew the answer.
“How did you know?” he mumbled, embarrassed that his dad had read him so easily.
Johnny just shrugged. “I pay attention. Plus, I’ve been doing this longer than you have, kid.”
He took the dildo back from Donghyuck’s hands and then looked around for the one they’d previously examined, holding both of them up for comparison.
“See here? This one has a more tapered tip,” he said, pointing to the newer toy. “It’ll be easier to start with. That other one is thicker right at the top which might feel uncomfortable at first if you’re still getting used to it.”
Donghyuck nodded along, genuinely listening. It made sense. His dad knew a lot of things, and even in this completely insane situation he appreciated the practical lesson.
Johnny continued his examination by bending the toy, checking its flexibility. Then he squeezed the base and gave it a shake to feel how it held.
“This one’s pretty sturdy but it has a nice give,” Johnny went on, like he was discussing a new pair of running shoes. “You can use it comfortably in more positions and it won’t feel too rigid.”
There was something undeniably hot about watching his dad casually handling a dildo and talking about how well it would fuck him. Donghyuck’s stomach twisted with a confusing rush of shame and heat. He liked knowing what Johnny thought. What he’d recommend.
How the hell was he supposed to use this later, knowing that Johnny picked it out for him?
But a dark, needy little part of Donghyuck wanted him to picture it. He wanted his dad to imagine him later tonight, how he'd spread his legs open in bed while he slowly worked this thick toy inside himself, whimpering and panting, desperately chasing the orgasm he hadn’t been able to reach for weeks.
The vivid image made his face burn and his cock twitch traitorously in his pants. Johnny had a husband! He most definitely wouldn't be thinking about his son like that.
He quickly looked down at the toy again, pretending to study it while trying to steady his breathing. “It’s okay. I think this one might be good.”
Johnny studied his face for a moment then gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching like he could sense Donghyuck’s internal chaos but chose not to comment on it.
“Alright. We’ll get this one then, and a good water-based lube to go with it. You want anything else while we’re here?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t exactly come with a shopping list.”
They wandered further down the aisle and stopped in front of the lube display. “Watermelon, strawberry, piña colada…” Donghyuck read out loud. “Why do they have so many?”
Johnny shrugged, eyes sparkling. “To keep things interesting.”
Donghyuck picked up a bottle of butterscotch flavored lube and turned it over in his hands. “And do they actually taste good?”
“Can’t say I’ve tried a lot of them,” Johnny admitted. “Jae and I tried a couple a while back, but we usually just stick with regular. The flavored stuff is more novelty than anything.”
Donghyuck wrinkled his nose. He could already imagine the weird chemical aftertaste. He put that one back and picked up a bright green bottle instead. His grin widened as he read the label. “This one says ‘tingling sensation.’ Can you imagine having a mentholated ass?”
Johnny burst out laughing and a second later he also joined in, both of them standing in the middle of the sex shop cracking up like idiots.
“Jesus,” Johnny wheezed, shaking his head. “Don’t put that image in my head.”
“You’re the one who brought me here,” Donghyuck shot back, still laughing as he put the mint lube back on the shelf and grabbed a plain water-based lube instead. “This whole trip is your fault.”
“Anything else calling your name?” Johnny asked, nodding toward the rest of the store. “Vibrators? Prostate massagers? We’re already here.”
Donghyuck shook his head quickly, cheeks warming again. “No. This is… already a lot. I think the one toy is enough to start with.”
Johnny nodded and his voice softened just a touch. “Alright. No pressure.”
Donghyuck hugged the packaged toy to his chest as they walked toward the counter, heart beginning to race once more.
The cashier looked up and gave them a friendly smile when they approached. “Hi! Did you find everything okay?”
Donghyuck wanted the earth to open up and swallow him. Meanwhile Johnny was completely unbothered, placing the items on the counter and reaching for his wallet. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Wait— I can pay for it,” he hissed quietly, trying to push him out of the way but Johnny simply put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed his hand back down. “Let me do this for you.”
"These are great choices. The lube pairs really well with this model,” the girl said conversationally, dropping all the items into a plain black bag. "Hope you have fun!"
“She totally thought you’re my sugar daddy!” he accused the second they exited out of the store and the door closed behind them. “You really enjoy embarrassing me, don’t you?” he hissed.
Johnny just smirked and he unlocked the car, looking far too pleased with himself. “Well, I am your dad, so that part she got right.”
Donghyuck whacked him on the arm for that one. “Shut up!”
They climbed into the car and he let himself slump into the passenger seat with the discreet black bag clutched in his lap.
When Johnny started the engine he was still smirking. “Don’t worry. If anything, people would not judge you. They’d probably envy you.”
The noise Donghyuck made could be described as one of pure suffering. He knew Johnny was right, though. Both of his dads were stupidly attractive: early forties, tall, broad-shouldered, and fit. People constantly stared at them wherever they went.
He’d seen the way servers giggled and blushed when Johnny or Jaehyun spoke to them. Hell, even his own friends got flustered around them.
Donghyuck remembered far too clearly how Jaemin had eye-fucked Jaehyun all afternoon during their last barbecue, following him around like a lost puppy. It was frankly disgusting to witness and he’d told Jaemin as much later, calling him a thirsty little shit, but of course it didn’t deter him.
Jaemin had just smirked and said, “Your dad can reject me himself if he’s uncomfortable.”
“If Johnny doesn’t kill you first.”
“Sexy.”
Donghyuck hated Jaemin’s ass so bad.
“Whatever,” present day him muttered, just to be contrarian, sinking deeper into the car seat.
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Jaehyun stuck his head out of the kitchen the moment they entered through the front door, wearing a soft dimpled smile that made his eyes crinkle.
“Good shopping trip?” he asked cheerfully.
Donghyuck grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and tried to make a quick escape toward the hallway to avoid any further humiliation.
“Not so fast.”
He felt a pull on the back of his t-shirt and he stopped in his tracks. “What?” he hissed, glaring over his shoulder at his dad.
“Make sure to wash that before and after you use it,” Johnny said calmly, nodding towards the discreet black bag.
“I wasn’t gonna use it now,” Donghyuck protested, scandalized. “I’m not that desperate, oh my god!”
His appa leaned against the kitchen doorway, still smiling. “It’s better to be safe with anything you put inside yourself, especially since it’s new. Soap and warm water should do it. Did you get a vibrator too?”
Donghyuck threw his hands up. “Do I have to discuss my sex toys with my entire family?!”
Jaehyun immediately softened, walking closer with that gentle, placating expression he was so good at. “We’re just trying to help, baby. No need to get embarrassed.”
“Don’t mind him,” Johnny said, finally unhanding him and walking towards the kitchen. “He’s grumpy because the sales assistant thought he was my sugar baby.”
Jaehyun’s smile turned into a playful grin. “Mmm you would definitely make a good sugar daddy.”
That was Donghyuck’s cue to leave. He bolted from the kitchen just as his dads leaned in for a lingering, affectionate kiss and the sounds of their laughter followed him all the way down the hall.
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Two more days passed, and Donghyuck had been painfully aware of the toy sitting in his dresser since every time he opened the drawer for clothes, the unlabeled black bag seemed to stare back at him.
He told himself he wouldn’t rush into it, choosing to wait until he felt a little less raw, so when Mark texted him asking if he was free, he jumped at the chance.
"You're late," Donghyuck said, looking up from his phone when he sensed an approaching presence.
"I'm three minutes early." Mark pulled out his own phone and showed him the screen where 1:27 was staring back at him. Whatever.
"I've been here for ten," he replied primly, pocketing his own phone because the alternative was continuing to look at Mark, and Mark was currently a problem.
He'd dyed his hair some weeks ago to this honey-warm color, lighter than his natural black one, and it looked honestly a little criminal. Today Mark showed up wearing a white t-shirt under a light blue jean jacket, with some layered necklaces and rings, in that “casual without trying” look that only he could pull off.
"You ready?" Mark asked.
"I've been ready," Donghyuck said. "I've been here for ten minutes, weren't you listening?"
Mark didn't dignify that and they fell into step as they pushed through the sliding doors into the mall where it was blissfully air-conditioned.
"Okay so," Donghyuck said, "budget."
"Hello to you too."
"I'll hello you after you tell me the budget. Otherwise I'm going to spend twenty minutes walking you through something and then you're going to make that face—"
"I don't make a face—"
"—the 'this is too expensive but I don't want to say so' face, and I'll have wasted both our afternoons."
Mark let out a long suffering exhale but relented. "Around two hundred? Give or take."
"Okay, that's workable.”
They’d discussed about the outing some days ago and it was brought on because Mark needed new headphones since his old ones were falling apart and he knew Donghyuck was the best person to drag along for tech advice. Hopefully that wasn’t the only reason Mark had asked but that was besides the point.
“What are you using them for, mostly?"
"Music. Some gaming. I'm not a producer, I don't need studio quality or whatever."
"I know you're not a producer, Melt."
But he filed the information away, deciding to start with his favorite electronics store on the first floor. Donghyuck walked them past a wall of earbuds and a display of tablets nobody was looking at and then all the way to the back into the headphones section.
“These look decent,” Mark said, crouching to pick up a pair of over-ear ones.
"Those aren't worth your time."
Mark raised an eyebrow up at him. "You didn't even look at them."
"I don't need to. I had a pair of those and they broke on me after three months."
Usually he prided himself on doing proper research on things before buying them, and especially electronics, but with those he had to take the L.
He watched as Mark put them back on the shelf and got up. "Okay then, man, you really are the expert."
"Thank you. That's what you brought me for, isn't it? So let me do my job."
"That's not the only reason," Mark said, mostly to the middle distance.
"What?"
He wasn’t sure he’d picked it up right, but Mark had chosen that moment to grab a different box and was holding it out toward him. "What about these?"
Donghyuck took them and turned them over in his hands, checking the specs on the box. “They’re okay for the price, but the soundstage is kinda flat. If you want better bass, you should look at these instead.”
He reached for another pair he was more familiar with and handed them to Mark. “These have better reviews for gaming and music.”
Mark grinned, bumping his shoulder. “See, this is why I bring you. I’d just buy the first shiny thing I see.”
"You absolutely would," Donghyuck said, and started moving further down the row.
They worked through more options — or rather Donghyuck did, while Mark orbited him, picking things up when told to and occasionally offering an opinion that Donghyuck either agreed with or overruled.
"Cushioning's good on these," Mark suddenly said, slightly too loud.
Donghyuck startled from where he’d been blankly staring at the shelf. He reached over and lifted one cup off Mark’s ear. "Indoor voice, please."
"Cushioning's good," Mark said again, at a normal volume.
He was good at this; he knew his stuff when it came to tech, but today his brain was lagging behind everything that was actually happening, and he kept catching himself zoning out.
“I know, but you’re kinda wearing them crooked.” He reached out and adjusted the headband on Mark's head properly.
"I wasn't!"
"You were tilted like this." He tipped his own head in an exaggerated motion, demonstrating.
"That's not what I looked like," Mark said, giggling and slapping his shoulder like Donghyuck just told a funny joke.
Was Mark flirting? Actually, was the shoulder bump earlier just Mark being Mark? But then that wouldn’t explain the sudden giggling. He hated not being able to read the room. The room was supposed to be his and instead here he was, second guessing everything.
"Well?" Mark said.
Donghyuck blinked. Mark was looking at him, headphones still on, waiting for him to say something.
"Take them off," he finally said. "I think these are what you’re looking for."
Mark pulled them off and checked the price. "Yo, these are right in budget. How do you even do this?"
"I spend too much time on forums. It's a problem. Don't ask.”
"I was actually going to say thank you."
"Oh." Heat flared under his skin again. Yeah, he was majorly off his game. "That's fine then."
Mark set the headphones back and flagged down a sales associate to ask about stock while Donghyuck was left to get himself in check. This outing was supposed to get his mind off things by forcing him to do something useful. Changing the scenery. And it had worked, sort of, when he was actually focused on the headphones.
The problem was the gaps.
The problem was that being in Mark's proximity meant he had to think about Mark, and thinking about Mark inevitably led him back around to the thing he was trying not to think about, which was the whole reason he was off-balance in the first place.
Mark finally finished with the associate and drifted back to him. "Sorry it took so long. She had to bring me a pair from the back. Luckily they had them in black."
"Of course they do, it's electronics retail, everything comes in black."
"Hey, you never know."
"No, I think I do."
“I’ve actually been meaning to ask,” Mark said when they finally walked out of the store. “You’ve been kinda quiet today. Is everything good, man?”
Mark was looking at him with that earnest, open expression, and that was somehow worse than if he'd been prying. Great, and now he worried him by being weird. Fixing a smirk on his face, he leaned into Mark’s personal bubble to rest his chin on his shoulder.
“Aww, is Markie worried about me?” he teased, voice dropping into that mock-flirty tone he knew drove Mark insane. Deflect, deflect. “You’re so cute when you care.”
Mark immediately shoved him off with a groan. “Why did I say anything,” he grumbled.
Donghyuck laughed, but even that felt a little hollow. God, Mark was so cute. He wanted him so badly it actually made him look stupid.
He’d been interested in Mark for months and that little crush that had been slowly growing between them wasn't so little anymore. Under normal circumstances, Donghyuck would’ve already tried to make a move but right now, with this stupid, humiliating problem hanging over him like a dark cloud he felt completely out of sorts.
What if they finally crossed that line and he couldn’t finish? What if Mark saw him struggling and thought that he was broken?
The thought alone made him want to crawl into a hole, so instead of pushing further, Donghyuck just moved away.
“I’m fine,” he lied easily, flashing Mark his best grin. “I’m just tired. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
Mark squinted at him suspiciously but relented. “Whatever. You know you can talk to me if something’s up, right?”
“Yeah,” Donghyuck said. “I know.”
Inside, though, his chest felt tight. He wanted Mark. He wanted him so much it was driving him crazy, but he couldn’t drag him into this mess. Not until he fixed himself first.
When they finally reached the point where they had to go their separate ways Donghyuck turned to him, already having some joke lined up but it died on his tongue the moment he saw that Mark was looking at him.
“Thank you for your help, I really appreciated it,” Mark suddenly said.
“You’re welcome. Feel free to ask me again if you need more professional opinions on anything.”
But Mark didn’t fire back with his usual shut up or you’re so annoying like he’d assumed. No, what he did instead was to envelop him in a hug and Donghyuck’s brain short-circuited on contact, both from the sudden gesture as well as from smelling Mark’s perfume up close.
He smelled so nice — a clean, slightly woody scent mixed with some leftover trace of his shampoo. Thankfully instinct kicked in and he managed to hug him back before he embarrassed himself more.
“Get home safe,” Mark said, right against his ear. Donghyuck’s heart stuttered.
“Uh— yeah… you too,” he garbled out, completely flustered. The words came out clumsy and awkward. He didn’t even know if they made sense.
Mark held on a little longer than a casual bro-hug and when he finally pulled away, his ears were tinged pink. With one last little wave, Mark turned around towards his bus stop and Donghyuck stood there frozen for a few seconds, watching his retreating back disappear into the crowd.
Oh god.
Did Mark just… make a move on him?
The entire bus ride home, Donghyuck felt hot under the collar. His face stayed warm, and he was pressing his thighs together to stop himself from popping an inappropriate boner in public.
Every time he remembered how Mark had held him, a fresh wave of heat rolled through him. By the time he got home, he was half-hard in his jeans and painfully aware of it. He went straight to his room, locked the door, then dropped onto his bed with a groan.
Fuck it.
He was definitely going to jerk off thinking about Mark later.
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He didn’t bother putting on clothes after his shower. His skin was still damp as he walked across his room, abandoning his towel somewhere on the floor. He pulled the black bag out of the drawer and sat on the edge of his bed, heart starting to beat faster.
He took the dildo out of its packaging, holding it in both hands.
It was surprisingly realistic. The skin-tone silicone was soft but firm, with a slight give when he squeezed it. Delicate veins ran along the shaft, and the head had a natural-looking shape with a subtle ridge underneath. It even had a gentle upward curve.
His dad had chosen well.
Donghyuck’s cheeks burned hot as he replayed the memory, how Johnny casually handled the toy in the store, testing its flexibility, talking about positions to use it in.
Fuck. No use in stalling anymore.
He wasn’t sure how to even begin. Should he just… go for it? That felt too abrupt. Normally, if he was with someone, he’d start with a blowjob to ease them both into it.
Sitting back against the headboard, he slowly brought the toy up to his mouth. It was silicone, so sucking it wouldn’t feel the same as the real thing, but the thought of getting it wet, of treating it like a cock…yeah, that felt right.
Donghyuck parted his lips and slid the head into his mouth.
The material was smooth and tasteless, but the texture of the veins dragged lightly against his tongue as he bobbed his head. He began with gentle suction, then used more pressure, letting his tongue trace every ridge and vein.
His eyes fluttered shut. It would be nice if it was attached to someone who would groan and thread their fingers through his hair.
Mark.
He’d like it to be Mark.
He worked the toy deeper, hollowing his cheeks and getting it slick with spit as he imagined it was Mark’s warm, heavy cock resting on his tongue. He wanted it so bad. Wanted to drop to his knees for real. His cock twitched hard after just thinking about it.
Mark would try to be a gentleman about it. In his mind’s eye Donghyuck could practically see him hesitate, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab onto his hair but wouldn’t dare to; not until Donghyuck looked up at him with wet eyes and took him to the back of his throat.
He couldn’t even deep throat without choking but in his fantasy he liked to imagine he could, just to see Mark’s eyes going dark right before he tangled his fingers in Donghyuck’s hair and finally fucked his throat.
He was fully hard now, but he didn’t stop to touch himself. Not yet. He needed the pleasure to build.
He kept going, slowly fucking his mouth with the toy, coating it thoroughly until it glistened and when he finally pulled it out, a thin string of saliva connected his bottom lip to the tip.
He stared at the wet toy in his hand, breathing a little heavier, face flushed all the way down his neck.
This was it.
He reached for the bottle of lube then took a shaky breath and reached back. The first finger went in easily. Then two. He worked himself open slowly, biting his lip as the stretch sent sparks of pleasure up his spine.
When he felt ready enough, he positioned the toy against his entrance, heart hammering.
“Ah— fuck…” he breathed when the head popped in.
It felt good. The thickness pressed against his walls, the subtle curve dragging nicely as he pressed it in. It had been so long since he’d properly bottomed and the fullness made his neglected cock twitch between his legs, leaking messily onto his stomach.
The stretch burned so good, the veins dragging along his sensitive rim with every pump before he started taking it harder, faster. His hole fluttered around the slick silicone, sucking it in on every downstroke.
“Fuck…”
He finally wrapped his free hand around his leaking cock and stroked himself roughly in time with the thrusts, his thumb smearing the drip of precum over the head. Pleasure coiled tight in his gut, but that familiar dread still lingered underneath.
It wasn’t enough.
He tried to drag the fantasy back to Mark. Sweet, gentle Mark, who would treat him so nicely. But that wasn’t what Donghyuck wanted. No, what he wanted was to finally get him to snap. Mark was so fucking hot when he got angry.
He imagined Mark slamming him face-down into the mattress while he forced Donghyuck’s head down with one big hand tangled in his hair but the image kept slipping.
His dad’s deep voice was what curled into his mind instead. “Be still, baby.”
Donghyuck whimpered, ashamed at how hard his cock twitched in his fist. No, not him. Not like that. But his body betrayed him, hips jerking harder onto the toy as the thought took root.
Johnny would know exactly how to handle him. That big, authoritative grip would pin him down by the nape of his neck, pressing his face into the sheets while he fucked him stupid.
And his appa… fuck, Jaehyun would be right there too, those pretty hands spreading Donghyuck’s thighs wider, holding him open like a present while the both of them used him. They would be much bigger than this artificial toy, and meaner when they wanted to be.
He buried his burning face deeper into the pillow, muffling a broken whine as he fucked himself harder. The shame only made everything sharper.
Just this once, he told himself. Just until he came.
His hole clenched tightly around the silicone while he stroked himself faster. His cock was dripping, slick and flushed dark. The pleasure climbed higher, his thighs shaking.
“Fuck… fuck, dad, please—” he gasped into the pillow.
He’d be so good for them. He’d cry and beg and let them use him until he finally—
Donghyuck let out a broken sob as the peak hovered right there… and then slipped away again. The pleasure crested and faded, leaving him aching and empty. His hole fluttered uselessly around the toy while panic started to rise in his chest.
He went harder, stroking his cock frantically, trying to force it. But it didn’t work. Of course it didn’t work.
After another few desperate minutes, he finally pulled the toy out with a wet sound and dropped it onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, chest heaving, tears of pure frustration stinging at the corners of his eyes.
“Why is this happening?” He was still rock hard and yet he couldn’t come. What the fuck was wrong with him?
The shame crashed over him worse than before. He not only failed again, but he also crossed some invisible line he shouldn’t have. Closing his eyes, he let his tears drip onto the bedding and wondered how the fuck he was even going to solve this.
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Dinner the next day was normal. Dinner was completely, aggressively normal, and Donghyuck was going to keep it that way through sheer force of will if he had to.
He kept his head down, pushing rice around his plate and tried very hard not to think about anything. Specifically he tried not to think about last night, when he'd been lying in bed and let his mind wander.
He was not thinking about that. He was eating dinner.
"...called me back about the pipes," his appa was saying from across the table. "Apparently it's a bigger fix than they initially thought."
His gaze drifted to Jaehyun’s arms. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the smooth, toned forearms that flexed every time he reached for a bite of food.
Donghyuck’s mind flashed to those same arms pinning his thighs open. He bit the inside of his cheek hard and looked away. Only for his eyes to land on his dad instead.
"Of course it is," Johnny replied. His dad had let his hair grow out a little lately and it kept falling forward as he ate. Every so often he’d push it back behind his ear with that casual, long-fingered motion. "They always say that. How much they asking for it?"
The movement was so simple, so ordinary, yet Donghyuck’s stomach tightened shamefully.
Stop. Stop it! They’re your parents! He grabbed a piece of food with more concentration than it required.
"Hyuckie."
He looked up immediately, sitting up straighter. "Sorry, what?"
Johnny exchanged a brief glance with Jaehyun that Donghyuck couldn't fully decode. "I asked if you wanted the last of the rice."
"Oh." He blinked. "Yeah, sure."
Jaehyun smiled at him from across the table and then went back to his story about the plumber, with Johnny laughing at whatever it was. Meanwhile Donghyuck looked back down at his plate, trying to think about absolutely nothing at all.
By the time the dishes were cleared he was exhausted from pretending. He’d rather go to hide in his room but he couldn’t skip out on family movie night without worrying his parents.
They all migrated to the living room like they always did on nights like this and he claimed the length of the big couch almost immediately, stretching out across it with his feet dangling off the armrest. Jaehyun took the other end of it, reaching to grab the blanket and drape it over their legs.
Johnny came in moments later with the popcorn, took one look at Donghyuck's legs occupying the remaining cushions, then sat down directly on top of them.
"Aahh—" Donghyuck yelped, yanking his knees up.
"Move," his dad said simply, making himself comfortable.
"I was here first—"
"There's plenty of room."
"There is literally not—" Donghyuck shoved at him with his foot, "Move, you're sitting on me—"
"Then put your legs somewhere else." Johnny just pinched his calf in retaliation and Donghyuck squeaked, kicking out and nearly getting him in the ribs—
"Why," his appa said from his end of the couch, with the tone of a man who had been asking this question for twenty-plus years, "are you two always like this."
"He started it," Donghyuck immediately answered, but he made room in the end. Johnny settled at the other end of the couch, resting one hand absently on Donghyuck’s ankle through the blanket.
Jaehyun had put on some documentary about deep sea creatures that had no business being that ugly, and he let the sound of the TV wash over him until he was floating pleasantly.
Donghyuck loved this part of their life more than he could admit out loud. This was his home. His safe place. Which was why he was currently sitting between them on the couch pretending to be a functional person with a normal brain and no catastrophic feelings about either of them.
He couldn’t ruin it.
Whatever thoughts he’d had the previous night it was merely a by-product of his sexual frustration. He was normal. He watched the ugly fish some more, stole some of his dad’s popcorn, then laughed at a joke one of them threw out.
He was so normal it was almost impressive. He deserved an award, actually. A trophy. Most Normal Son In The Most Abnormal Situation.
He was in the middle of being normal when Jaehyun suddenly picked up the remote and turned the volume down on the TV.
“Hey, baby. I want to check in with you again actually,” he said softly, turning to him. “Did you make any progress? Do you feel any better?”
And that's how the carefully built normalcy shattered in a single second. He immediately buried his face into Johnny’s shoulder, trying to suffocate himself by hiding there.
“No,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “No progress.” He had been expecting the question, but it still made his stomach twist.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” appa said, and he sounded like it too. “What went wrong? Did you try the toy?”
A rustling sound alerted him of movement and then a warm hand landed on Donghyuck’s leg, just above the knee. Heat flared under his skin and shot straight between his legs.
Fuck, he was so fucked! He nodded, still refusing to lift his head.
Johnny’s strong arm wrapped around his middle to pull him closer into his side and Donghyuck wanted to scream. They weren’t making this easy for him at all!
“What didn’t you like about it?” His dad’s deep voice rumbled near his ear.
“The toy was fine, I guess, but I don’t know if it managed to get me out of my head. And it was… weird.”
“Weird how?” Johnny asked.
Would imagining your parents fucking you when you use it constitute? Because if so, then…
“Too fake?”
Donghyuck shook his head. Against his better judgment he raised his head to glance up at his dad, catching how his long hair fell nicely over his eyes, the concerned furrow between his brows. He tried to quickly look away again but the way his face was burning told him it was too late.
He’d already given away too much.
Johnny seemed to understand his silence, ever perceptive. “Is it because we got it together? Do you associate it with me?”
How can he dissolve into the couch and cease to exist as a person?
Donghyuck’s heart slammed against his ribs. Mortification flooded him so fast that he felt dizzy from it. “I tried not to…” he stammered, voice going high with panic. “I didn’t want to, but—”
“It’s fine,” Johnny interrupted gently, cutting off his rambling. “You don’t have to explain.”
Jaehyun reached over and started carding his fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him. Neither of them looked appalled or disgusted and he didn't know what to do with that, torn between the shame clawing at his chest and his body reacting to their closeness, their voices, their hands on him.
He was safe here, and that safety was becoming the most dangerous thing in the world.
His dad continued, “I should’ve realized you wouldn’t be able to separate the toy from me. If you want you can buy another one by yourself. No pressure.”
Donghyuck let out a tired sigh and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know if that will help, to be honest.”
“I think I know why you couldn’t finish,” Jaehyun suddenly said after a few moments had passed in silence. Both Johnny and Donghyuck looked up at him.
“You do?” Donghyuck asked.
Jaehyun nodded. “You said it yourself, baby. You couldn’t get out of your own head. I think that’s the main reason why you keep hitting this wall. What if you slept with someone else? You like bottoming. Maybe letting someone else take full control and take care of you would—”
“No,” Donghyuck cut him off, sitting up straighter. “I don’t do casual sex.”
“May I ask why you don’t? Are you scared of something? Did you have an unpleasant experience?” His dad asked, studying him.
Donghyuck hesitated. This was the part they didn’t know about. The part he’d been trying to work through by himself for months. Years, even. It felt embarrassing to admit out loud, partly because it was vulnerable, this particular crack in the image he'd always had of himself as someone who was fine, actually, about most things.
He wasn't fine about this one.
It was so unlike the confident, loud Donghyuck everyone else saw. He tried to answer candidly, even though it made him feel exposed. “It’s hard for me to get comfortable enough. I get too into my own head.”
“So I noticed,” Johnny said, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Donghyuck dug his toes into his thigh in retaliation, making the older man grunt softly.
“Anyway, I’m always thinking ‘Am I doing the right thing? Does my body look weird in this position? Am I making weird noises?’ Because of all that it’s more difficult for me to get properly aroused sometimes, so I don’t bother doing casual.”
Johnny’s brow furrowed. “Who the fuck have you even been sleeping with that they can’t make you comfortable?”
Donghyuck blinked.
He opened his mouth, then closed it. He hadn't thought about it from that angle before. Huh. So it could also be considered a failure of other people rather than a failure of himself?
“Well… I’ve had like a total of two short lived relationships and one hook-up, so I didn’t get a lot of practice,” he admitted, though it pained him to have to say it out loud.
Cool, cool, just casually lay it all out for the two married people. Sure this won't feel like getting lectured at all. What, you wanted to compare stats?
“And why wasn’t it good?” his appa asked, just like expected.
"It's not that it was bad. The relationships were… fine. The hook-up was awkward but whatever. It’s just… sex is weird, you know?"
Objectively weird. Nobody talks about how awkward it actually is. He felt silly explaining this to people who, by sheer virtue of having rings on their fingers and a whole shared life together, obviously had more experience than him combined. They'd probably figured each other out years ago and knew exactly what worked and what didn't.
"That it is,” his dad chimed in. “But it's also supposed to be good. Did you come? Were they not pleasing you?"
"No, I came, I just—" Donghyuck exhaled. "Like I said. I feel bad if it takes me longer. I start overthinking, worrying I’m holding things up or that they’re getting bored."
“None of that,” Johnny cut in firmly, shaking his head. “You don’t get to feel bad for taking the time you need. That’s not how this works. It does get better the more you do it but you also need to communicate what you need. Tell them when you’re in your head. Tell them to slow down, or to touch you more, or what actually feels good for you. If they can’t handle that, then they’re not worth your time anyway.”
Jaehyun shot Johnny a look like he generally tended to do when he was questioning his approach of a situation. “I get it. I also don’t like casual sex.”
“I sure hope you don’t,” Johnny interrupted and Donghyuck snickered.
His appa rolled his eyes. “As I was saying, for me it was mostly about needing that connection and to feel safe. But the part about your body…” He reached out and cupped Donghyuck’s cheek, guiding his face up so their eyes met. “You know you’re gorgeous, right?”
Donghyuck shrugged, avoiding both of their eyes as much as his appa’s hand would allow. He didn’t think he looked bad, exactly, but he also knew he didn’t hold a candle to his parents.
“I’m fine, I know I’m not ugly or anything. It’s just different when it’s me in the moment. I start picking everything apart.”
Johnny’s arm tightened around his waist, pulling him back against his chest. “That’s not fine, baby. You shouldn’t have to feel like that when someone’s touching you.”
Donghyuck glanced up at him, surprised by how serious Johnny looked talking about this. He cuddled a bit better into his arms. “It’s not that easy to navigate in the moment…”
“The right person won’t make you feel judged or like you’re on a timer. They’ll want to figure out what makes you lose your mind. That’s half the fun.”
Johnny smirked a little, trying to lighten the mood. “Exactly. And if they’re not making you comfortable enough to get out of your own head, then you tell them. Or you tell us, and we’ll give you more advice. No more settling for ‘fine’ sex, Hyuckie. You deserve only the best. The finest of orgasms.”
“You two are the worst," he groaned. "I just… I can’t relax with strangers,” Donghyuck admitted, feeling his voice get smaller. “I need to feel safe and right now I don’t feel safe with anyone except…”
He trailed off, suddenly realizing where that sentence was headed and quickly cut himself off. What the fuck was he about to admit?
“What if we helped you?”
Jaehyun's voice was so unaffected when he said it, which was why Donghyuck doubted that it meant what he thought it did. “Help… how?”
Jaehyun glanced at Johnny, both of them doing that telepathic married couple communication before he went on. “You said you can’t get out of your head with strangers. You don’t feel safe or comfortable enough. But you trust us. We can help you if you’d like. You wouldn’t have to do anything except let go. No pressure, no expectations in return. Whatever boundaries you set, we’ll respect them.”
The silence that followed was deafening. They really were offering what he thought they were, what the fuck!
Johnny watched him carefully. “You don’t have to answer right now. You can sleep on it and tell us later. No rush.”
“You don’t— how can you just say that? You really expect me to just say yes like it’s so easy?”
The words simply burst out of him. He didn’t even fully understand why he was so angry. Some desperate, fucked-up part of him had lit up the second they offered, but the other was furious that they could suggest it so brazenly.
After agonizing over how disgusting and shameful his own thoughts were, they just offered. Like it was reasonable.
This was supposed to be another secret that he kept, another fantasy, but at the same time it felt like the one option in a series of increasingly bad options that his nervous system didn't immediately reject.
Realistically, it was the only solution that made sense right now.
Just like his appa's hand in his hair and his dad's warmth along his side, this was a type of safety they created for him that Donghyuck had never been able to manufacture anywhere else, with anyone else, no matter how hard he'd tried.
He wanted it — God, the messed up, needy part of him wanted it so badly his stomach clenched. His face burned hot.
“We don’t expect you to say yes,” his dad went on just as calmly. “We don’t want you to say yes if you’re not sure. But we love you, Hyuck, and we hate seeing you struggle like this, especially when we might be able to help.”
Appa also reached out and gave a squeeze to Donghyuck’s wrist. “We’re not offering this casually. We’re offering because you’re ours. If you want us to drop it completely, we will. Right now. If you want to look for other solutions, we’ll do that too. This is entirely up to you, baby.”
“I don’t know,” he whispered, trying to get his bearings. This entire conversation did not seem real. “I just— I spent so long feeling like a freak for even thinking about it, and you two are just… offering. Like it’s normal.”
Johnny nodded in understanding, offering him a rueful smile. “It’s not normal, I’ll tell you that. If you want to acknowledge that it’s fucked up, yes it might be. But we’re also not going to shame you for something you can’t control.”
He waited for the guilt to arrive, that hot, corrosive shame that had made the last few days feel like living inside a secret that was slowly poisoning him from the inside.
Strangely, it didn’t. This was consensual with everything out in the open. They knew and were offering this to him freely and that somehow made it feel less dirty.
“…Okay. I’ll think about it.”
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Donghyuck spent most of his time overthinking, because what else could he do? He couldn’t even jerk off to take his mind off of it since that was the main cause of his issue anyway, so spiraling was the next best thing.
He knew, deep down, that both of his parents would take care of him properly and with no trace of judgment. He knew their focus would always be on making him feel safe. That part felt comforting.
But the fears still flooded in.
What if it still doesn’t work? What if he got too awkward and ruined the moment?
Strangely, the one thing he wasn’t afraid of ruining was their relationship. That was the single anchor in all his spiraling thoughts. They were rock-solid, both as a couple and as his parents; no matter what happened, they wouldn’t let this break anything. They’d protect the relationship even if Donghyuck couldn’t.
He kept rolling around in his bed, wrestling with these thoughts when the ping of his phone made him jump.
mark: you awake
That he was, but he made himself wait two minutes before replying anyway. For dignity.
hc: obviously
Mark: looked at the practice footage again. i think the arm timing in the bridge is off
Donghyuck watched the footage of the specific count. It was fine. Then he watched it again because Mark tended to be a perfectionist who nit picked things, which was both annoying and, he has come to accept, part of why Donghyuck admired him.
Mark's perfectionism used to drive him insane when they first started out and it still did, sometimes, in the moment — but their work was better for it. They were better for it.
hc: looks fine to me
Mark: look again
They went back and forth about it for longer than strictly necessary until eventually they called a truce and settled on the conclusion that Mark had probably decided on before he sent the first message.
Donghyuck didn't point this out. He was not going to give him that.
mark: see? not nothing
hc: barely something
mark: still something though
Donghyuck put his phone down on his chest and looked at the ceiling, fighting down a smile. He picked the phone back up just as another message lit up his screen.
mark: are you feeling better now? did you figure out whatever was on your mind?
Donghyuck read it twice. A third time. The words didn't change, staring back at him from the screen. Oh, if he only knew.
hc: it's okay you can say you were worried about me
mark: i mean yeah, that’s why i asked
Donghyuck smiled at his phone like an idiot.
hc: i'm good. still working through some stuff but i'm good
hc: we should go out again though. do-over. i feel like we got cut short last time
He pressed send it and flopped right back to stare at the ceiling and think about how easy it was, talking to Mark. With him he didn’t need to perform or pretend.
mark: yes, definitely.
mark: and i'm paying this time
Normally he’d tease Mark for how fast the reply came but he didn’t even have it in him tonight.
He wanted to tell him things. That was exactly it — he wanted to tell Mark things, which meant he had to also be worth telling things to first. He can't stand at the door asking to be let in while he's still keeping his own locked.
He had to figure this out. And maybe it was that realization that finally cemented his resolve.
By 9:15 he'd talked himself out of it. By 9:30 he'd talked himself back in. By 10 he'd accepted that he wasn't sleeping until he did something about it, which was how he ended up padding down the hallway in his loose t-shirt and sleep shorts, heart hammering.
He’s normal, he knows to be normal, as previously established. And they offered, he reminded himself with each step. He was just going to collect.
Their bedroom door was ajar and he pushed it open to see that his dad Johnny was leaning against the headboard, one arm casually behind his head, wearing his black-framed glasses and a gray sweatpants situation happening that Donghyuck was not going to think about!
Appa Jaehyun was curled against Johnny’s side, clearly losing the battle with sleep. How was it fair that even drooling on Johnny’s shoulder he was stupidly handsome?
His dad noticed him immediately. He looked up, a knowing smile tugging at his mouth. “Couldn’t sleep?”
"Neither could you, apparently," Donghyuck said, keeping his voice down. "What are you even watching?"
"No idea, I stopped paying attention an hour ago."
"So you've been, what, letting appa drool on you?"
"I've been sitting here waiting for him to finish reading, which is different," Johnny said, looking down fondly at his sleeping husband.
“His ass is not reading.” He closed the door behind himself, finally entering the room.
“That’s his new method, if you didn’t know.”
Their ensuing laughter startled Jaehyun awake and he jerked upright with an undignified snort. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eye.
“You were snoring, baby,” Johnny told him, clearly trying not to laugh some more.
“Totally awake the whole time,” Donghyuck said, grinning despite the nerves twisting in his stomach.
“I do not snore.”
“You kinda do.” This felt easy. The three of them bantering was their own love language so he clung to that feeling, hoping desperately that it would still be here after he said what he came to say.
Jaehyun huffed, adjusting himself in bed to properly look at him. “What’s happening, sweetheart? Come here.”
Donghyuck hesitated for half a second then climbed onto the big bed and kneeled near the end. He picked at the hem of his t-shirt, suddenly unable to meet their eyes. This felt like deja-vu.
Just say it. You already decided. Just say it!
Johnny muted the TV. Well, here goes nothing.
“I thought about what you said. About letting you… take care of it.” He glanced up briefly, catching both of their gazes before looking away again. “But I’m still kinda scared it won’t work. Or that I’ll be weird and awkward and ruin the mood. I’m not exactly confident right now.”
Understatement of the century. You are sitting there like a wet cat.
Jaehyun was the one who spoke first, and his voice came out a little sleepy still. “You don’t have to be confident, baby. That’s our job.”
He wanted to believe it but his brain kept snagging on every possible way this could go wrong. What if his body just didn't respond? What if they couldn’t get him there either?
“If it doesn’t work the first time, we try again,” his dad added, like he was reading his mind. “We try until it does. You’re not on a timer, Hyuckie. You’re ours to take care of.”
The sound he made was an attempt at a laugh. “I feel so stupid for even needing this.”
He felt ridiculous to be a twenty-something years old unable to get out of his own head long enough to just let go and have sex like everyone else. There was a wall of static between him and his own body, and he didn't know how to turn it off anymore.
“You’re not stupid,” Jaehyun said firmly. “You’re stressed and overwhelmed and your body needs help. There’s nothing wrong with letting the people who love you most give it to you.”
“But before we do anything,” Johnny continued, ”tell us if there’s anything you don’t want us to do. Be honest. No pressure.”
Donghyuck started chewing on his bottom lip. It was harder than it should have been to come up with an answer but he dug around for something in the name of honesty.
“I don’t want to go all the way. Like… you touching me seems fine, but I don’t know if I can do more than that. Penetration or… anything like that. Not for the first time.”
First time. He realized how it sounded only after he said it. Like there would be others. Wasn’t this just some desperate patch job, why did he make it sound like the beginning of an arrangement?
Who knows, though. Maybe…? He didn’t take it back.
Jaehyun nodded immediately, not correcting it either. “It’s all your call, baby. Totally fine. We can keep touching to a minimum if that feels safer. What about kissing? Is that okay?”
Donghyuck hesitated, cheeks flaming hotter at the suggestion. “I’m okay with touching, but kissing...” He let out a small, embarrassed laugh. “Normally I’d like it, but right now I don’t know.”
Johnny hummed thoughtfully. “Too far?”
“Maybe? I’m sorry, I know it’s weird—”
“No, it’s not weird, please stop saying that. I get you. We’ll keep that open and feel it out. If it changes you can tell us. Simple as that.”
They're not making it weird. Why did he think they would make it weird? Because his brain was broken lately, that was why. Nothing some good dicking couldn't fix, hopefully.
“What do you think about jumping right into it?”
Donghyuck’s mind screeched to a full stop after his dad asked the question. “Now?”
“I’d say it’s better to just bite the bullet. You’ve been overthinking every little thing for weeks. The longer we wait, the more your head gets in the way.”
His dad was right. Waiting would only make him spiral harder. He'd turn it over until he'd lose his nerve entirely and then nothing would change and he'd keep feeling like a stranger in his own skin and—
Jaehyun reached over to place a hand onto his knee, effectively cutting off his train of thought. “Only if you’re ready, sweetheart.”
Donghyuck swallowed and gave a tiny nod.
“What do you think about using your toy? I was thinking it would be a good place to start,” Johnny said, searching his face when he asked it.
“Okay, yeah, sounds fine to me”
Oh, he was going to die. He kept his face neutral through what he felt was an extraordinary act of willpower. At least he won't mind the method.
“Good boy. Do you think you can go grab it while we get the bed ready?”
Donghyuck walked to his room on stiff legs, operating on some autopilot function while his brain lagged three steps behind. He caught his reflection in the mirror as he passed and he did a double take before stopping to look at himself.
Get a grip. You are attractive. You are — objectively, actually — someone who deserves to get laid. Go get your dildo and stop making it weird in the mirror.
He found the toy where he'd left it and grabbed it before he could think about it too hard.
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When he got back to the bedroom both his dads were cozied up against the pillows with their heads bent together as they talked. In the time he’d been gone they re-arranged the bed to push the blankets away and make space in the middle.
His dad looked up when he entered and patted his thigh. “C’mere, baby.”
Donghyuck's stomach flipped clean over but he crawled over anyway. Johnny’s big hands caught him easily, guiding him to straddle one of his thick thighs until Donghyuck was fully into his lap, chest to chest.
His arms circled his dad’s shoulders on instinct, fingers finding the back of his neck. This close, his dad's face was soft in the low light, his chestnut hair falling loose around his jaw. He looked like he could hold Donghyuck here all night and it would cost him nothing.
Johnny suddenly bent down and brushed their noses together the way he used to when he was little, making Donghyuck let out a startled laugh.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re just cute,” his dad said, and the faint crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes deepened when he smiled.
He's so attractive, Donghyuck thought a little stupidly. Even like this. Especially like this.
“I was thinking me and Jae would like to keep most of our clothes on.”
“This is about you,” Jaehyun clarified once he saw his confusion. “We want to take away the pressure to perform. You don’t have to reciprocate. You don’t even have to touch us if you don’t want to.”
That sounded…safe? Different for sure, but he appreciated the thought. “It’s fine. Let’s just do it and see what happens.”
His focus got drawn back to his dad, to how solid his body felt beneath him. How warm. He smelled good too, that particular blend of his cologne mixed with his own skin scent that always calmed Donghyuck. Tonight it only made his heart race harder.
Johnny's large hands started roaming up and down his back, over his shoulders, and Donghyuck told himself to just breathe.
This was fine. This was good.
He wanted this. Underneath the self-consciousness and the hyper awareness of his own body he actually wanted to be here. He just had to get out of his own head long enough to feel it.
His appa moved in behind him and suddenly he was bracketed between them, warm on both sides. Soft lips pressed to the side of his exposed neck. Then to his shoulder.
Oh.
Johnny slipped a hand underneath the hem of his t-shirt, palm flat against warm skin, and Donghyuck shivered before he could stop himself.
Don't make it weird. It's not weird. It's fine.
His body didn't quite know what to do just yet, then Jaehyun had to slowly drag his tongue right over his pulse point and Donghyuck jolted, a tiny, embarrassing sound escaping.
"Tonight you're letting everything into our hands," his dad said from somewhere above him. His hands continued their exploration beneath the shirt like they had all the time in the world. "Understand?"
Donghyuck nodded into his shoulder. Speaking felt beyond him right now. If he opened his mouth he wasn't sure what other sound would come out.
Johnny's fingers kept tracing slowly up his spine, vertebra by vertebra. "Good. Now I want this shirt off."
Donghyuck’s ears went scarlet. He didn’t move from his hiding spot and his appa pressed another kiss to his shoulder. “Don’t be shy, pretty. We want to see you. If it helps, we can take ours off too.”
Donghyuck finally pulled back so they could see the full force of his scoff. “You think seeing your abs is gonna help me be less self-conscious? Really?”
“We haven’t had abs in years,” his appa said. “We’re old now. Also it’s not a competition.”
Yeah, right.
His dads liked to joke around about being old, though it was always done with cheerful resignation. Even if they didn't have vacuum-sealed abs like they used to in their youth, (and he'd seen the pictures, so he knows this for a fact), their bodies were solid — broad shoulders, thick arms.
It was nothing to write off. Not even a little bit. To this day the two of them kept dragging each other to the gym religiously, so maybe this was why the dismissal didn’t quite land.
Definitely not helping with the self-consciousness, for the record.
But the teasing did something else, because it made them feel like them, like the people he knew.
“Fine,” Donghyuck mumbled. “Just don’t stare too much.”
His dad’s eyes darkened before he gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it off. “Too late for that, baby. We’re definitely going to stare.”
Of course he would.
Donghyuck instinctively moved to cover himself once the garment was removed, crossing his arms over his torso, but his dad caught his wrists and gently pried them away.
“None of that.” His thumbs rubbed over the pulse points, right where his heart was giving him away. “Let us see you and appreciate what we see.”
He expected them to stare longer, maybe comment on the flush spreading across his chest but neither of them did. Their appreciative gazes did sweep over him, but didn’t linger.
Johnny released his wrists and reached for the hem of his own shirt to pull it off, with Jaehyun following right after. And then it was Donghyuck's turn to stare.
His dad’s broad shoulders and chest had filled out even more with age and a light dusting of hair trailed down the center of his abdomen, disappearing into the waistband of his sweats.
His appa, on the other hand, was still unfairly lean but thicker than he’d been in his thirties, with a soft layer of muscle over his stomach and that deep, sculpted chest that made Donghyuck’s mouth go dry.
Jaehyun noticed his eyes lingering and gave him a knowing smile before he settled back against the headboard and reached for him.
“Wait, are you sure? I can’t really— I mean, if I’m in the middle, I won’t—”
“It’s fine if you don’t touch me, baby,” Jaehyun said, re-arranging them until Donghyuck’s back rested against his chest. “I already said that this is about you tonight.”
Johnny also came closer and kneeled beside them, resting his hand on top of Donghyuck’s thigh. “You heard him. Just relax and let us take care of you.”
The position made Donghyuck feel completely exposed, even more than when they’d first taken his shirt off so he closed his eyes right as Johnny leaned in to start pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down the side of his neck.
Jaehyun mirrored him on the other side and his lips found the sensitive skin just below his ear, sucking lightly while his thumbs traced slow patterns over Donghyuck's hips and stomach.
You want this. He kept coming back to that, using it like an anchor. You've been wanting this. Your body wants this right now, you can feel that, so just let it.
There were too many feelings happening at once. The want was real. The arousal that coursed through him was also real, but then something would snag at his attention and he'd lose the thread.
How was this supposed to work if he couldn't even relax? He didn't have an answer. He just stayed still and let them play with his nipples or squeeze at his thighs.
Jaehyun's warm hand continued its descent, sliding down his bare chest to trace the lines of his stomach. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby. We want to hear you.”
And then he cupped Donghyuck’s cock through the thin fabric of his sleep shorts, giving it a firm squeeze. Donghyuck’s hips jerked up instantly.
Johnny kissed over his chest, right over his racing heart, then moved lower to drag his tongue wetly across one nipple, also honing in on his lack of reaction. “I don’t mind working for it, you know. I’ll find what makes you tick.”
Fuck.
His cock gave an actual twitch and he finally let out his first real moan. "You're dangerous," he said out loud, after his mortification had passed.
"You'll find out I don't mind taking my time," his dad said, lips brushing his skin with every word.
Donghyuck tipped his head back against his appa's shoulder and looked at the ceiling, recalibrating.
"Do your worst." Then, because he couldn't help himself: "Or should I say your best?"
Johnny’s eyes flashed with amusement and in the next moment he sealed his mouth back over the nipple, sucking harder, adding a hint of teeth to make it sting sweetly.
“Ah—fuck…”
Jaehyun hummed in approval, his thumb rubbing right under his cock head where he was most sensitive and his hips canted up into the touch, chasing the pleasure.
Okay, that felt good, that was—
“Appa, please.” His words dissolved into another whimper as Johnny bit down gently and Jaehyun gave another well timed squeeze to the base of his cock.
When Johnny abandoned the nipple and looked up at him, his expression was full of satisfaction. "There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it."
"I don't know," Jaehyun said lightly from somewhere behind Donghyuck's left ear. "He seems pretty hard to me."
Donghyuck ugly-snorted before he could stop himself. "Appa, now is not the time for your jokes."
He felt the answering smile against his neck.
Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Johnny hooked his fingers into the waistband of Donghyuck's sleep shorts and underwear together and tugged them down in one smooth motion.
After a brief internal debate that lasted approximately two seconds he said fuck it and spread his legs a little wider. Self-consciousness be damned, he decided. You're here. You're doing this. Go all the way in.
That was apparently the right answer.
"That’s right, show your dads," Johnny said, practically devouring him with his gaze while one of his big hands reached out and immediately enveloped him, thumb swiping over the slick head.
Donghyuck's eyes dropped to watch without thinking, catching on the glint of his dad’s wedding band. Oh that's — that's doing something. The sight made him throb even harder, a fresh bead of precum spilling over Johnny’s fingers.
He was going to die here, in this bed, between these two people, and that was fine by him. Great, even. No notes.
"You have such a pretty cock," appa murmured against his temple. “Isn't that right, honey?"
“Mhm,” Johnny hummed, not looking up. His thumb kept stroking those maddening circles. “We really made him perfect.”
Dying happy, he amended. Definitely dying happy.
Johnny suddenly reached over to the bedside table for the bottle of lube and the click of the cap opening made Donghyuck’s stomach tighten.
One of appa’s hands wrapped around Donghyuck’s cock next, stroking him slowly from base to tip. Why was the sight of their broad palms almost completely engulfing his cock so damn hot?
Donghyuck exhaled shakily, trying to focus on the different grip, but his thoughts had begun slipping.
What if he can’t come?
He'd been doing so well with the not thinking about it. He'd been present and actually feeling things but after his dad clicked the lube cap open, the fear crept back in.
What if he’s actually broken and this doesn't fix it and he's made it weird for nothing?
Then Johnny's slicked fingers pressed against him and the thought dissolved. The first digit went inside with no resistance but his hand found Jaehyun's forearm and gripped it anyway, needing to feel grounded.
"Breathe," his appa told him.
He breathed.
"Good?" Johnny asked, not looking up.
"Yeah." The word came out a bit rougher than he wanted it. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, good."
Johnny hummed approvingly and kept working him open with the same patience he seemed to apply to everything tonight and it wasn’t long before a second finger joined the first.
Donghyuck made a startled sound at the stretch until his appa distracted him again. “Focus on me. That’s it — thrust up into my hand, just like that”
“Fuck…” Donghyuck breathed, eyes fluttering. It felt so good. The slow scissoring motion made heat spread through his lower belly and combined with the way that appa was stroking him it made the pleasure build fast.
It was marginally better than any of his frustrated, fruitless attempts alone in the dark that had started this whole thing. His hips moved on their own, pushing back to take Johnny’s fingers deeper, then thrusting up into the tight heat of Jaehyun’s fist.
Just a little bit more.
"Oh, he's squirming," appa observed pleasantly.
"He is. We must have found the secret sauce," his dad agreed and did something with his fingers that made Donghyuck's back arch.
"—okay, now you’re being mean," Donghyuck managed. If he concentrated enough he could probably get there soon.
"There it is." Johnny sounded annoyingly satisfied. He pressed into that spot again, making sure to look at Donghyuck's face while he did it.
Appa kept playing with his foreskin, tugging it gently, letting it slide through his grip, occasionally squeezing the head until Donghyuck gasped.
“So wet for us already.” He pulled the foreskin up until it covered the head completely, then slid it back down, spreading the wetness around. “Still okay, sweetheart?”
Donghyuck managed a shaky nod.
“So needy,” his dad praised. “Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. That’s our good boy.”
Donghyuck squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block everything out except the feeling. He focused hard on the stretch of hia dad’s fingers inside him, how they curled and rubbed against his prostate with every thrust.
Just a little more. He could feel the heat coiling tighter in his belly, his balls drawing up, thighs starting to shake.
Come on, come on!
“I’m close, please—”
Both of them picked up the pace at the same time. Johnny’s fingers thrust faster, nailing his prostate on every stroke while Jaehyun twisted his wrist and Donghyuck’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. He was right there, right on the edge—
And then both of them stopped.
“No, wait—” Donghyuck gasped, eyes flying open in confusion. His chest heaved as he stared up at his dad. “Why did you stop?”
“You’re not coming yet,” his dad said calmly, pulling his fingers out.
No, no, this was not going anywhere it was supposed to! “But I was close? What's the point in stopping? Wasn’t the entire point to get me there?”
Johnny's clean hand cupped his jaw and tilted his face up until their eyes met. "The point," he said, thumb stroking slowly over Donghyuck's cheekbone, "is that you don't have to think anymore. You don't have to worry about whether it'll happen or when. You come when we let you. It's our decision now. If you want something, then you have to ask for it."
Donghyuck let out a broken whine, still trying to roll his hips up and signal his frustration.
"Let us handle it," appa said from behind him. His hands were moving down his sides in what was supposed to be a soothing gesture, like Donghyuck was some disgruntled cat. He kind of was, currently.
"Do you have anywhere to be? Is someone waiting for you?" Jaehyun asked, clearly amused at his current state.
"Har har, very funny," he said, then instantly let out a horrified squeak when his dad grabbed his cock and gave it a mean squeeze.
“Enough lip from you,” Johnny scolded. “We didn’t even get to try the toy yet. Let’s play some more before you start rushing it, okay?”
As much as he hated to admit it… they were right. He was so stuck in his own head, so focused on the finish line that he was missing everything else. Taking in a shaky breath, he tried to steady himself.
“Okay. Should I… hands and knees?”
“I think like this is fine,” his appa said. Then after a beat, “Actually—”
He reached behind himself and grabbed at one of the pillows before placing it under Donghyuck’s hips. The new angle tilted his ass up nicely, exposing him even more. “There you go.”
Donghyuck craned his head to look up at him and found that his appa was smiling that soft, dimpled smile, the one that always made Donghyuck go all mushy on the inside.
What the moving around did, however, was make Donghyuck hyper-aware of the body pressed against his back, namely the unmistakable hard line of Jaehyun’s cock that was pressing against him through his clothes.
He fought down his own blush, but it was useless.
Jaehyun noticed, of course. “Feeling shy?” he teased, giving a small roll of his hips so Donghyuck could feel just how hard he really was. “Don’t be. Of course I’d be like this when I have a pretty boy whimpering in my lap.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything?” Donghyuck asked, ignoring the embarrassed thrill that just sent through him. “I feel kinda bad just laying here.”
Johnny chuckled from between his legs and Donghyuck turned to look at him next and one sneaky glance down confirmed his dad was just as affected, his gray sweatpants tenting deliciously.
“Trust, we’re more than fine. This is exactly what we want. The fun is just getting started for us.”
And with that he picked up the forgotten toy, slicking it up generously with lube. “Now just relax for us, baby.” Johnny pressed the tip of it against his entrance. “Let dad take care of you.”
He dragged the dildo down over his taint, then back up again, purposely pressing and nudging it against his hole but without ever pushing in. Donghyuck squirmed on the pillow, hips twitching.
“Just put it in,” he snapped after the fourth or fifth pass.
Johnny’s hand came down and landed a stinging slap on his bare thigh and he yelped, more surprised than hurt.
“That’s not how you ask for things,” his dad said, still rubbing the toy lazily over his hole.
Donghyuck groaned, unbearably turned on. “You really want to embarrass me tonight, huh?”
“Or maybe I just want you to ask nicely. Indulge your dad a little.”
Donghyuck bit his lip, torn. The bratty part of him wanted to argue, but the ache between his legs and the deep need to be filled won out. Fine, he could swallow his pride just this once. “Please put it in me.”
“Please who?”
“Please, dad,” he mumbled, cheeks burning, watching as Johnny’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “There’s my good boy.”
He finally pressed the toy forward and Donghyuck’s breath hitched when the head breached him, stretching him open. The toy was thicker than Johnny’s two fingers had been, and he felt every inch as his dad slowly fed it into him.
“Fuck…” Donghyuck whispered, eyes fluttering.
Johnny kept pushing until the toy was buried as deep as it would go, barely giving him any time to breathe before he started moving it. Not like he needed it anyway. He was too wound up, hips pushing up to take it better.
“Right there?” Johnny asked, but he looked like he already knew the answer. He rubbed the toy in small circles against that spot.
Donghyuck could only nod frantically, a broken whimper escaping him. His thighs trembled, hole clenching around the toy while Johnny kept playing with him. The head pressed nicely against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
“Please, there— there, dad, ohh—”
His dad was dead set on driving him crazy, it seemed. He was merciless with how he slid the toy in halfway, then pulled it back to then change the angle or vary the depth and speed. Sometimes he fucked him with short, shallow thrusts or he pushed it deep and held it there, grinding the curved head right against Donghyuck’s prostate until his thighs shook.
Meanwhile, Jaehyun’s hands wandered. One palm stroked soothingly up and down Donghyuck’s side while his other hand teased a nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud. The dual stimulation felt good, but there was something missing.
Donghyuck squirmed, tilting his head to look up at his appa. Jaehyun noticed him looking, meeting his gaze. “What is it, baby?”
“Nothing,” Donghyuck mumbled. He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
“Doesn’t look like nothing. Out with it.”
But he had a better idea to convey his need; he reached for his appa’s hand and guided it down to his aching cock. He even pulled out his most pleading look he could manage, making sure his eyes were big and pitiful.
Jaehyun’s expression softened instantly, clearly affected. “You’re so cute.”
That he was, and he was going to use it to gain as many favors as possible, exemplified when appa’s hand finally wrapped around Donghyuck’s cock to give him a stroke from base to tip. Donghyuck moaned in relief, hips twitching between the toy in his ass and the hand around his dick.
It felt so good to be this full.
The toy kept rubbing against his prostate while Jaehyun worked his cock, and for the first time tonight he felt truly relaxed. The constant buzzing anxiety in his head had quieted and he could get to enjoy this experience to its fullest, emptying his head of everything that wasn’t this.
He closed his eyes, surrendering completely, letting himself be taken care of without shame or overthinking. Just sensation. Just their hands and voices and warmth surrounding him.
Someone’s palm gently cupped his cheek.
When Donghyuck blinked his eyes open he realized Johnny had moved closer without him noticing. “You okay, baby?”
Donghyuck’s heart stuttered. His dad’s lips were so close, so pretty and full that he couldn’t help but imagine leaning in to kiss him. “Yeah, I’m… it feels good.”
His hole clenched tightly around the toy as another wave of pleasure rolled through him.
“Where did you go just now?” his dad asked, still searching his face.
"I'm focusing."
"On what?"
"On coming, what else would I be focusing on right now?”
But Johnny didn't laugh. Matter of fact, he stopped moving the toy entirely and Donghyuck wanted to scream for the tenth time tonight. "Did you ask? You know the rule."
Donghyuck opened his mouth to argue but then decided against it.
He did know the rule. He'd thought, at some point in the last however many minutes, that maybe the rule had been more of a suggestion. Something open to interpretation.
“Please,” he breathed, turning his pleading gaze onto him. “Can I come?”
Johnny glanced over at his husband. “He doesn’t sound very sure, Jae. What do you think? Should we let him?”
Jaehyun pretended to consider it, humming thoughtfully while his thumb teased over the wet head of Donghyuck’s cock. “Mmm… maybe a little more? He looks so pretty like this.”
“Arghh you just like to see me suffer.” Donghyuck’s leg kicked out in pure frustration.
Johnny pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to the corner of his mouth. “Look at him suffering indeed.”
“Soon, baby. Just a little longer. Only a little bit more and then you can, but don’t forget to ask.”
“Don’t stop this time,” he whined.
Johnny smirked, pushing the dildo back out annoyingly slow just to make Donghyuck whimper again. The toy dragged against his sensitive walls and it forced a humiliating sound from Donghyuck’s throat.
“You have no idea how much we’re enjoying taking care of you, baby.”
“Look at him, Johnny. Already so desperate and we’ve barely even started playing with him properly.”
Donghyuck’s breath hitched as appa started teasing his nipples, pinching and pulling at them until it sent sparks shooting straight down to his cock. “Ah—fuck—”
Johnny laughed when he writhed. “He’s clenching so tight every time I pull out. Greedy little hole doesn’t want to let go, does it?”
Donghyuck squeezed around the dildo the more appa kept toying with him, alternating between his cock and his chest. “Such pretty sounds. You like when we play with these, huh?”
“Appa, please—” Donghyuck gasped, arching his back when Jaehyun gave a mean pull to his nipple.
Jaehyun hummed, still rolling one swollen bud between his fingers. “Are you being good for us, baby?”
“Y-yes, ahh please, I’m being good, can I come?” Donghyuck whimpered.
Johnny’s eyes gleamed. “Hear that, Jae? I think he’s starting to learn how to ask nicely.” He pressed the toy in deep and started grinding it right against that perfect spot until Donghyuck’s vision blurred.
“There! Oh fuck, dad please— I need to come, I need it.”
“Go on then, Hyuckie. Let go. Come for us.” Johnny kept the grinding steady, finally giving him the push that he needed until all he could do was listen and fall apart exactly like they wanted.
The orgasm crashed through him like a breaking wave. His vision whited out completely and a loud cry ripped from his throat, cock pulsing in Jaehyun’s grip.
It seemed to go on forever as he shot thick ropes of cum across his own stomach and chest that left him entirely boneless to collapse back against Jaehyun, limbs twitching.
“That’s our good boy,” his dad praised. He slowly took out the dildo, discarding it somewhere into the bedding.
He’d done it. He really, actually came! He would cry if he weren’t actually out of commission and his brain wasn't in the process of rebooting.
Weeks! He'd spent weeks convinced he was defective or that he'd need a dick implant and the solution was to just — not have to think about it? Who would have thought?
Donghyuck stared at the ceiling, trying to get his brain in line with the rest of him and ran a personal inventory. First of all he couldn't even feel his legs, which he decided was fine; his legs could take the day off.
His brain, on the other hand, was finally, mercifully, quiet. The fact that he got over his mental break was just because his scheming parents had overridden the error that made him malfunction by not even letting him think. And they had been right to do it. Insufferably.
Gentle hands caressed his sweat-damp skin, stroking down his back, through his hair, over his trembling thighs. “We’ve got you, honey. Just breathe. We’re right here.”
Jaehyun took to wiping the cum from Donghyuck’s stomach with a wet tissue he’d grabbed from the nightstand, motions careful. "How are you doing?"
"Phenomenally."
His dad reappeared at the edge of his vision and crouched down to drop a kiss on Donghyuck's forehead. "You came so hard you forgot how to speak."
"I'm speaking right now."
"Yeah, in one word answers."
"Efficient."
He wanted to make some comment, maybe about returning the favor (though he knew they’d turn him down in two seconds flat), maybe to thank them, or crack a joke, which was the thing he always did when something felt like too much.
In the end he didn't do any of it. He just closed his eyes again and let himself have this moment.
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The playlist blasting from the speakers was too loud for the size of the apartment they were in, people walling him in from all sides, and yet Donghyuck was, objectively, having the time of his life.
He had danced for the better part of an hour, not even taking himself seriously with it, just doing some loose shoulder-rolls and hip sways or playing pretend at a slow dance with Jaemin at some point. Fuck it, there was no one there who could see him that mattered enough for him to care.
Except that he just finished twirling Jeno around to some obnoxious song when he suddenly made eye contact. With Mark.
Mark, who was watching him intently from his spot by the kitchen doorway, drink in hand and doing a terrible job of pretending he wasn’t looking in on them, so the only thing he thought to do was to spin on his heel and then point finger guns at him from across the room.
Mark looked away immediately but even from across the way Donghyuck could tell that he was fighting back a smile.
Now here was the thing: Donghyuck had been hoping to run into him tonight. In the abstract he’d known that Mark would probably be there, with them having the same friend circle and all that, so if he’d spent twenty extra minutes on his outfit, that was between him and his bedroom mirror.
By the time he extracted himself from the dancing and migrated toward the kitchen, Mark had acquired a second drink.
"For me?" Donghyuck said, making a reach for it.
"No."
He took it anyway and Mark unsurprisingly let him, because the thing about Mark was that he always let him do things and then looked kinda pained about it after, like he surprised himself. It was the most endearing thing Donghyuck had ever seen in his life but he would rather die than say so.
"What was with the finger guns?" Mark asked.
"It was because I caught you staring."
"I was just standing here."
"Keep telling yourself that. And also you're welcome."
Mark took his drink back and took a long sip of his own, staring at the middle distance like he was reconsidering some things about this conversation. Meanwhile Donghyuck leaned against the counter next to him, trying to seem casual when he pressed their shoulders together, waiting him out.
It didn’t take long.
"You're so annoying," was what Mark finally settled on.
The music was loud enough that they both needed to angle themselves closer in order to hear each other, and Donghyuck was very aware of this and was being completely nonchalant about it.
"That does not change the fact that you were staring though."
Mark exhaled through his nose. Tipped his head back. "Okay, I guess you caught me."
And that —
Donghyuck tried his hardest to keep his face perfectly neutral but on the inside he was…how to put this? Losing his mind. His heart went completely haywire.
Donghyuck had known Mark was staring and had walked over specifically because of it. And yet.
He raked his eyes over Mark’s form, taking in the baggy t-shirt he had on, then the chain sitting against his collarbone, the hair parted clean down the middle. That exposed forehead was working wonders for him.
"So why were you watching me dance? You've seen me do it a hundred times. One would think you'd be bored of it by now."
He was fishing. He was absolutely fishing and he knew it and he didn't care. Mark considered him for a moment. Then: "I like watching you dance, actually."
"Tell me more about that."
"What? No —"
"No, please, continue. You just admitted that you like watching me dance, now expand on that."
"I think I will not, actually."
"Mark." Donghyuck turned to face him fully, because this was a very serious matter that demanded his full attention. "I am giving you an opportunity to say something nice to me. Please use it."
"You're different when you dance," Mark said, taking his drink back from where Donghyuck had nudged it aside and fiddling with it. "I don't know. You just — you're different."
"Different how?"
"I don't know." Mark shrugged, glancing away. "Less annoying."
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
But Mark was properly smiling, no longer fighting down the upturned corners of his mouth, and Donghyuck thought: there. That. That's what he'd been after all night, that specific smile that made his heart do funny things.
We're getting somewhere, he thought while he reached out again to take another sip of the drink.
Jaemin found him first, which was always how it went.
"Why aren’t you dancing? You've been in the kitchen for twenty minutes," he announced, appearing at Donghyuck's elbow.
He looked like he'd had more drinks than was advisable, which probably explained why it took him a beat more than it usually would to realize what he’d just interrupted.
Once he did, he looked between Donghyuck and Mark, grin sharpening. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Nothing," Donghyuck said.
"Nothing," Mark agreed.
Donghyuck watched him file the information away, knowing that he would get a phone call about it the next day. If it was one thing Jaemin loved, it was to gossip with him.
Renjun and Jeno materialized out of the crowd a minute later and the conversation got thankfully diverted.
"—I'm just saying," Renjun was in the middle of saying, "that it wasn't my fault—"
"The guy was totally drunk," Jeno countered. "I could tell because I was standing right there."
"I did know what I was doing. You didn’t have to intervene."
Donghyuck immediately got in the middle of it, which was exactly where he functioned best. He picked up the thread of the argument without missing a beat and Renjun pointed at him like yes, exactly, thank you.
Jeno turned to him next, betrayed. "You weren't even there."
In the middle of all of that Mark drifted with him from the counter to the edge of the group. He was laughing at something Jeno said, shoulder still pressed to Donghyuck's, apparently completely unaware that he hadn't moved from his side in the last fifteen minutes.
"Renjun can flirt with whoever he wants. He can take care of himself."
"Don't encourage this," Mark said to him. "You know it can be risky, just going up to someone you don't know anything about."
Donghyuck shot him a look. "That's literally what flirting is."
"That's not — That's not the point."
"What is the point?"
Mark made a face that meant he had a rebuttal but couldn't immediately locate it under pressure.
Renjun, for his part, looked entertained. Jeno lost interest already and was investigating whatever snacks were left on the counter. It was Jaemin who glanced between the two of them and said, "You two are always like this."
"Like what?" Mark asked and watched as Jaemin gestured at the two of them like that explained everything. Donghyuck, very coolly, said nothing.
The playlist changed to something heavier and bass-forward and Renjun immediately took Jaemin by the wrist. "Let’s go dance again." Jeno also followed them out, still munching on a handful of chips.
There was a brief pause before Donghyuck turned to Mark, only to find him looking back. "Come on." He grabbed his arm and pulled him along after the others.
The dancefloor was just the cleared center of a living room after the furniture got pushed to the edges but it worked just fine. Not like he cared much about the hows of it as long as there was an excuse to press himself against Mark.
He didn't think too hard about what he was doing, just moved closer and saw that Mark’s bubble welcomed him in. They were so close that he had to tip his chin up to look at him properly.
Mark was still not shying away so Donghyuck reached up and put Mark's hands on his shoulders while he swayed his hips to the beat.
He did this expecting resistance — a laugh, a redirect, some version of okay, that's enough that Mark was known to give him when he pushed too much. He was prepared for the recoil and yet it did not happen.
Huh.
Mark's hands settled nicely over Donghyuck's t-shirt. His eyes were dark, moving over Donghyuck's face like he was looking for something, or like he already found it and was getting used to whatever it was that he saw.
Donghyuck's hands found his hips.
The music was loud and the room was full of people, pressing against them from all sides. Neither of these things felt real or particularly relevant right then, not when Mark's gaze dropped to his lips. Came back up. He could feel the soft exhale of his breath against his lips.
The distance vanished completely.
The kiss was soft and careful. Mark's hands slid from his shoulders to the back of his neck and Donghyuck grabbed a fistful of his shirt, like both of them had been waiting to get their hands on each other. At least Donghyuck knew he had.
When they separated, Mark's ears were pink, a fact that Donghyuck catalogued immediately and knew he would be thinking about for the next several years.
"Hi," he said, because he had to say something or he was going to combust.
"Hi," Mark answered, and the smile he got in return was bashful.
"Took you long enough."
Mark laughed, surprised out of it. He dropped his forehead to Donghyuck's shoulder while Donghyuck held him closer and grinned like an idiot.
He wanted nothing more than to close that gap again but he wouldn't risk it here, though. His friends were around and he just knew that someone would materialize again because they always fucking did.
They found a corner that was more shadow than party and that was how Donghyuck lost track of time under Mark's hands and his lips, wrapped up in his scent.
Mark had him loosely bracketed against the wall, one hand resting on Donghyuck's waist, thumb brushing slow circles over the sliver of skin where his shirt had ridden up. Mark dragged his mouth along his jaw, then found the curve of his ear and —
The sound Donghyuck made was not something he would be acknowledging. Ever. In any context.
Mark stilled, then whispered low against his ear. "You sound so pretty."
Their mouths met again and again, tongues sliding together in a rhythm that made Donghyuck's head spin. Mark kissed like he was savoring him: teasing nips at his lower lip, then soothing with his tongue, tilting his head to get a better angle and keep him right where he wanted him.
At some point Mark slid a thigh between his own parted legs and the friction was perfect. Delicious. Donghyuck ground down with a broken exhale into Mark's mouth. Mark's hand dropped to the small of his back, fingers splayed wide to guide him so the pressure stayed just right.
"Fuck—Mark," Donghyuck breathed between kisses. Mark answered with a low groan, nipping at his bottom lip before sucking on it gently.
Donghyuck was burning everywhere. He wanted Mark’s hands everywhere, wanted to keep going until—
The thought had him recoil when the shape of that particular failure took form inside of his mind. What if it was a fluke? What if his dads didn’t actually fix him? If he kept going and his body wouldn’t cooperate again he doesn’t know what he’d do.
Mark pulled back, noticing the change in demeanor immediately and looked at him like he wanted to check in. Donghyuck kind of wanted to marry him for it.
"Hey," Mark whispered, eyes searching his. "We don't have to—whatever you want, yeah?"
Donghyuck nodded shakily, still clutching Mark's shirt, still surrounded by his warmth and scent. The fear ebbed so that he could lean in again, stealing one more slow, lingering kiss.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can—”
"There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Mark said, cutting him off gently. “As much as I also really, really like this," He paused, like he was making sure Donghyuck heard the emphasis on really, really. "I think we should stop."
Donghyuck opened his mouth to reply.
"We can talk more when we're sober," Mark went on. "Like, actually talk."
Donghyuck looked at Mark — the pink ears, still, even then, the careful way he was watching — and he thought about arguing on principle, because arguing on principle was what he did.
But.
Mark was completely right about putting a stop to it, and the part of Donghyuck that wasn't running on liquid courage knew it. Some other side of him wanted to prove the fear wrong right then but pushing past his own boundaries didn’t seem too advisable.
"Fine," he said.
"Yeah?"
"I said fine, didn't I?" He released Mark's shirt then smoothed it down with a bit more care than the gesture required. "Don't make it weird."
Mark just smiled and offered his hand to lead them back toward the noise. Donghyuck took it, trying not to think of how it was that one smile that had been ruining his evenings for months now.
He came there wanting a sign that they were getting somewhere and he got way more than that. It was enough for one night, he supposed.
He let Mark pull him back into the light.
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Donghyuck closed the front door behind him, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in a careless heap by the entrance. The buzz from the party was still present, the alcohol he drank running pleasantly through his body and making everything feel floaty and soft around the edges.
He padded down the hallway in his socks, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Are you home, honey?” a familiar voice called from the living room.
Donghyuck startled. Why was someone still awake at this hour? He wandered toward the sound and found his appa lounging on the couch, reading glasses on as the TV played some late-night show on low volume.
God, he looked so good.
Ever since that night, Donghyuck couldn’t stop noticing it and it was ruining his life; the strong line of his jaw, the broad shoulders, the fabric of his Henley stretched across his chest.
The salt and pepper hair at his temples only made him look more distinguished. More attractive. At least now he was allowed to do something about it so Donghyuck crossed the room and planted himself right in his dad’s lap, no hesitation.
Strong hands caught him immediately, steadying him with a low chuckle.
“Whoa—easy there, kid,” his appa said, but there was no real protest in his voice. One large hand settled on Donghyuck’s lower back and the point of contact burned like a brand.
Donghyuck didn’t answer with words. Instead he burrowed closer, brushing his nose along the warm skin of his appa’s neck. He took a deep inhale of that familiar scent of home before pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss against his throat.
Jaehyun’s hand slid up his back, fingers threading gently into his hair. “You smell like you had fun,” he said. “How tipsy are we tonight?”
Donghyuck just smiled and answered with another wet kiss, letting his teeth graze lightly. “I’m not that tipsy anymore. Promise.”
He shifted in Jaehyun’s lap, trying to settle more comfortably, but the restless energy from the party refused to fade. His mind kept flashing back to Mark’s eager mouth on his, their hands on each other.
That leftover heat was thrumming under his skin, making it impossible to sit still. His hips had started rocking, grinding down against his dad’s thigh.
A soft, content hum vibrated against Donghyuck’s mouth. “How was the party? You had fun?”
“Mhm,” Donghyuck hummed, distracted. He was already getting hard in his jeans, the friction from shifting in Jaehyun’s lap only making it worse. He pressed another wet, open-mouthed kiss to his dad’s neck, sucking lightly.
Jaehyun tilted his head to the side to give him more room and that simple gesture sent another hot pulse straight to Donghyuck’s cock. He lifted his head and their eyes met. Up close like this he could count the individual lashes framing Jaehyun’s gaze, feel his hot breath over his lips.
They hadn’t kissed the last time but now the need burned through him so fiercely it was hard to think. Would kissing his dad feel different from kissing Mark? His appa had a lot more years of experience, his unhelpful mind supplied.
Donghyuck didn’t even think before he leaned in to finally find out.
His appa let out a sound of surprise but welcomed him easily, accommodating, and their lips molded together, slowly finding their rhythm. Donghyuck let out a pleased hum and licked at the seam of his lips, asking for more, which Jaehyun once again gave easily, parting his lips without hesitation and their tongues met slowly.
Donghyuck’s head swam. This was really happening.
It was different. So different. While Mark had been messy but eager, appa kissed like he knew exactly what he was doing, taking his time, one hand cupping the back of Donghyuck’s head while the other gripped at his hip to guide him closer.
Mark had made him feel wanted and consumed and giddy, but Jaehyun made him feel safe. And right now he wanted to be safe. Donghyuck melted into it, letting out a breathy sound into his appa’s mouth as he rocked down harder.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Jaehyun asked, breaking the kiss. His thumb brushed over Donghyuck’s flushed cheek. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”
“Nooo, I’m not drunk,” Donghyuck whined, not liking the interruption. “I just… I kissed someone at the party.”
“Yeah?” Jaehyun’s voice stayed calm, his hands slipping under the hem of Donghyuck’s t-shirt to glide up his back.
“Mhm. There’s this guy I like and he finally made a move tonight.”
Jaehyun’s brow lifted. “So why are you kissing me about it?” But his hands didn’t stop moving, one settling higher between his shoulder blades, the other on Donghyuck’s waist, encouraging the slow roll of his hips.
Right. That.
Donghyuck’s rhythm faltered and he looked down, voice coming out smaller than he wanted. “I got into my head again…”
“What do you mean, baby?”
Donghyuck shook his head. “I don’t want to think about it anymore. It’s no big deal,” he quickly added, seeing concern take shape across his appa’s face. “I just… I worried it escalated too fast, so I ended it early.”
He pressed a small, sweet kiss to the corner of his appa’s mouth, then another one right on his lips, letting it linger. “I want to kiss you instead.”
He knew he was laying it on thick, but he was needy tonight, wanting the comfort after his earlier spiral, and what better place to get it from than the one who knew him so well?
“I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you after that night,” he confessed into the dark. “I wasn’t ready to do more back then… but I wanted to. I kept thinking about it.”
“So you’re saying you’d rather do this with me?”
Donghyuck’s breath caught. Fuck. He didn’t know how to answer that out loud. Or maybe he did. Yes, he knew. Even after kissing Mark — even after trying to convince himself he could want something normal — he still came running back to this.
Jaehyun exhaled slowly, still studying him. “You feel safer with me, baby?”
He nodded without hesitation. He really wasn’t lying; his dads made him feel safe in a way no one else could. Maybe he wasn’t as fixed as he’d thought he was, but with them it was okay. They always knew what to do.
He bent down and kissed Jaehyun again, pouring out all that restless energy into it. Their tongues moved together, wet and deep, and Donghyuck couldn’t stop himself from grinding down more firmly against his appa’s lap.
Jaehyun started to harden beneath him and feeling the thick line of his cock made Donghyuck dizzy with heat.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down his appa’s neck, sucking and licking at the warm skin just like he had earlier. When he reached his ear, Donghyuck dragged his tongue slowly along the shell, teasing the sensitive spot behind it.
Jaehyun shivered hard underneath him and let out this noise —
Donghyuck pulled back to look at him, taking in the blush that had spread across his appa’s cheeks and down his neck. He looked flushed and gorgeous, exactly like a ripe peach and the sight made him want to sink his teeth into him, mark him up and devour him.
Fuck, he felt insane.
Before he could act on it Jaehyun gently put a hand on his chest and created some space between them. “I think we should stop here, baby.”
Donghyuck immediately shook his head, leaning in again. “But—”
“It’s late,” his appa said firmly. “And you’re a bit tipsy and way too worked up right now. We can talk about this tomorrow when Johnny’s awake too.”
“But dad would be okay with us doing this,” Donghyuck protested, voice turning petulant. He tried to roll his hips again, but Jaehyun held him still.
“He would, but I don’t want to right now either.”
Donghyuck’s stomach dropped as a spike of panic cut through the haze. Did he do something wrong? Did he push too far?
Jaehyun must have seen it in his eyes because his expression softened instantly. “You’re fine, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. Now just isn’t the time, okay?”
He gave him one last chaste kiss before pulling away with an affectionate pat to his ass. “Now go wash up and get some sleep.”
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The talk doesn't happen the morning after and that was, technically, nobody's fault. Donghyuck himself had come downstairs pretty late, after his mortification at the night before had passed and he’d managed to make himself semi-presentable and not like someone nursing a hangover.
Both his parents seemed to be out, though, and the house was empty when he finally padded down from his room. That day he simply ate his food and then gone back to his room. The talk had not happened.
The day after that, he avoided them a little. Just a little. He kept to his room, timing his kitchen appearances for when he could hear only one of them in there, keeping up small talk so it would not seem suspicious or require an actual conversation.
He wasn't proud of it, but he was doing it anyway. Truth be told, he was a bit mortified by what he’d admitted that night, the way he’d practically begged and ground on his dad like he was desperate, admitting that he felt safer with them.
In an act of complete mercy, neither Johnny nor Jaehyun chased him down or called him out on it and he had a strong enough inkling that they were giving him space to figure out his own shit. Again.
He liked this about them, how they let him come to them himself or get over it, whichever happened first. No one called him out on the avoidance. No one knocked on his door or cornered him in the hall.
His dad even sent him a meme on day three that had nothing to do with anything and Donghyuck sent one back and that was, apparently, enough to signal that they were fine.
And they were fine. He was just not ready to be fine out loud yet.
This was how one day became three. Then three became a week. Then more than two full weeks passed with no one mentioning that night on the couch. Whether Jaehyun told Johnny anything he could only guess, because none of them were acting any differently.
In the meantime his focus was elsewhere, because now he had a boyfriend and this was new information he was still getting used to.
Mark Lee. His boyfriend. He turned it over in his head at odd moments of the day or the night and each time it brought forth a stupid thrill that lit him up from the inside.
The what are we conversation had happened two days after the party, sober, in Mark's car in a parking lot because they were both apparently incapable of having significant conversations indoors like normal people. It had been almost embarrassingly undramatic.
Mark, flushed and earnest, had said some things. Donghyuck had said some things too. And because both of them were on the same page about it now he had a shiny new boyfriend.
A boyfriend who refused to get handsy again.
Mark had opinions™ about doing things right such as taking him to dinner and watching a movie and holding his hand in public first, apparently, before anything else happened. Mark even had the audacity to be earnest about it, which meant that Donghyuck couldn't properly make fun of him for it because every time he tried the joke stopped in his throat.
He did tease him about it a little, because that's just who he was but it was toothless.
And.
There was the other thing. There was more to it than just that, because things can’t ever be simple. The stone in his chest that hadn't fully dissolved. The what if that had surfaced in that hallway hadn't entirely gone back under, even after his dads helped him out and his body finally, finally remembered what it was supposed to do.
What if that was a fluke?
Given everything currently rattling around in his own head, from the performance anxiety that had crept back in, to the fear that he might freeze or disappoint again, he was actually okay with the slow pace. Relieved, even.
That’s how the rest of those two weeks passed, and in the meantime his mind continued to spiral.
Every time appa’s hand brushed over his lower back while reaching for something in the kitchen, or his dad pulled him into a casual hug that lingered a second too long, Donghyuck felt it. That electric awareness. The memory of Jaehyun’s blush and the weight of his hard cock under him. How safe he felt when he had their hands on his body.
He wondered how long they could all pretend nothing had happened.
Donghyuck stepped under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water beat down on his shoulders as he tried to wash the evening off his skin. The date with Mark had been perfect. Again.
They had dinner at that hole-in-the-wall place that served spicy braised chicken that Mark had researched, walking hand-in-hand along the river, and then at the end the two of them made out in the front seat of Mark’s car like teenagers for almost twenty minutes.
He’d wanted to climb into Mark’s lap so badly and push things further, finally feel his boyfriend’s hands on him properly. But he hadn’t. Or more like couldn’t.
Donghyuck liked Mark. He really, genuinely liked him. Mark was kind, patient, and so obviously trying to do everything right. Donghyuck was sure that if they ever got there, Mark would be gentle and understanding but the idea of explaining his performance issues to a new boyfriend made his stomach twist.
He didn’t even know if the problem was still there.
Only the memory of Mark’s soft little noises during their kiss was enough to get him half-hard. The warm water sliding down his body didn’t help either.
He leaned one forearm against the tiled wall and wrapped his other hand around his cock, giving himself a slow, experimental stroke. Pleasure sparked up his spine immediately. He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward, stroking a little faster, trying to chase the feeling.
But then the thoughts crept in.
What if he can’t come again? What if he got all worked up and nothing happened?
Your parents would help, his mind supplied, and it was that particular thought that made his cock throb in his fist. He bit his lip and stroked faster, his other hand dropping to play with his balls. Fuck, he wanted it. He wanted to let them use him again, to be fucked and passed between them until he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but obey and take it just like last time.
But what would Mark think if he knew?
Donghyuck’s hand faltered, but his cock stayed painfully hard, twitching at the memory of Jaehyun’s tongue in his mouth and Johnny’s hands on his body. He groaned out loud, forehead pressing against the tile. How would he even go about not wanting it anymore?
His hand stilled when the anxiety hit like ice water in his veins. He pulled his fingers away from his cock like it had burned him, breathing harder for a completely different reason.
“Fuck,” he whispered under the spray.
He stood there for a long moment, half-hard and aching, water cascading over his shoulders. He wanted to keep going and believe he could finish but the fear was still present, also mixing with the guilt. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile and just breathed, waiting for the unwanted hardness to fade.
It was time for another talk.
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"You're in the way," Johnny said, for probably the third time.
"I'm helping," Donghyuck replied from his position on his dad's back.
"You're a barnacle."
"I'm a helper barnacle."
He had his chin hooked over Johnny's shoulder and his arms loose around his neck and was contributing precisely nothing to the cooking process but his dad seemed to have it covered. Johnny stirred the vegetables in the pan then adjusted the heat, moving to the left to check on something else.
Donghyuck went with him, dragged along like an accessory.
"If you want to be helpful," Johnny said, "go set the table."
"In a minute."
"Now."
"I'm keeping you company." He doesn't entirely know why he's like this tonight. He just — he liked being around his dad. That was allowed, right?
"Donghyuck."
But he knew a warning edge when he heard one. He peeled himself off with exaggerated reluctance and began to collect the plates from the cabinet.
“Hey!” he threw over his shoulder when Johnny immediately took one to serve with.
“Sorry,” his dad said, not sounding sorry in the least.
They moved around each other in the kitchen like they always did, neither of them willing to fully concede the space until Jaehyun leaned in from the doorway and said, mildly, "Should I come back?"
“Come taste this, actually,” his dad said, offering him the spoon.
His appa drifted toward Johnny without seeming to think about it, leaning in to take the offered bite of food then saying something low that Donghyuck doesn't catch.
Donghyuck took his time with the table.
Tonight he wanted to be in the room with them. They would all eat dinner together and hopefully he could talk to them properly. He was not yet sure what he'll say or how much, but he wanted to try.
A bout of laughter had him look over his shoulder.
His appa had crowded Johnny against the counter, leaning in with that private smile he saved for very specific situations that involved Johnny before he pressed a kiss to his cheek, both of them giggling like they had the place to themselves.
It wasn’t like he hadn't seen it before, but watching his parents interact like this made his chest go soft. He liked their little bubble. He always had.
"If you're done setting the table," Johnny called over, "come get the food."
Donghyuck shook his head, breaking out of his stupor, but when he went to grab the dishes his dad gave him a knowing smile.
"How was the rest of your week?" Jaehyun asked once they were all seated.
"Good," Johnny said, reaching out to pour water into all of their glasses. "Finished the Neo project finally."
"The one with the difficult client?" Donghyuck piped up. He vaguely remembered his dad mentioning about it but it wasn't like he kept track of every deal his dad closed. Business stuff always went over his head.
"The one with the impossible client, rather. Remember when we were out shopping two months ago and they called me on a Saturday?" He made a head motion to his husband. "Jae wasn’t too happy with them."
"Why would he be when they don’t respect your personal time?"
"I just hope none of the future ones are as demanding,” his appa said mildly.
"What about you?" Johnny asked him, redirecting before Jaehyun had the chance to say what he really thought about it. Wouldn’t be the first time. "You've been locked in your room all week."
"I've been busy."
"Doing what?"
"Things."
"Incredibly helpful, thank you." His dad’s tone was dry but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"He was up playing games until three in the morning," Jaehyun added.
"I was not." He so was. "I've been sleeping great."
His dad looked at him over his bowl.
"I have," Donghyuck insisted. If he went to bed at three in the morning and slept in until lunch time, that was still considered a good sleep in his humble opinion.
He cleared his throat and put his chopsticks down. "Actually, I've been spending time with someone," he told them, watching as they both paused to look at him.
"Someone," Johnny repeated.
"Someone," he confirmed, looking at the both of them. "He’s kind of my boyfriend now."
He felt a little silly saying it, like he was some teenager with a crush and he wanted to tell his parents about it, which was definitely a position he’d been in before. If he had two nickels, or whatever the saying was.
"Oh," his appa said, perking up from across the table. "Is it the same one from the party?"
"Yes, same one."
His mind immediately went to the shadowed corner with Mark and then, dangerously, to the heat of his appa’s mouth on his just weeks ago. He shoved both memories down hard.
It was the first time either of them had brought up that night directly, and Donghyuck tried very hard not to fidget. He still didn't know exactly what Jaehyun told Johnny, about how much had happened, or in what words.
His dad was looking between them, trying to piece things together. "Hang on a second, why do you two have secrets?"
"It wasn't a secret," appa said and Johnny squinted at him.
"So why didn't I know about this guy, then?"
"It wasn't — there wasn't anything to know yet," Donghyuck huffed. “It’s still new, c’mon."
"Well who is he?"
"He's from my uni. You've actually met him, he came to the barbecue last summer." Donghyuck picked up his chopsticks again, if only to have something to do with his hands. "You know him."
"I hope it's not Jaemin," Johnny said and Donghyuck instantly pulled a face.
"Oh my god, no. Absolutely not, and I want that on record."
His dad nodded solemnly. "Consider it on record."
"Who's Jaemin again?" Jaehyun asked.
"The one who was flirting with you at the same barbecue." The tone Johnny used suggested this was not a memory he particularly enjoyed acquiring and Donghyuck's head snapped up to take stock. His dad didn’t look mad but he did seem thoroughly unimpressed.
"Wait — you noticed that?" How Jaemin walked out alive from that was only a testament to Johnny’s good character.
"Like he was being subtle," his dad said flatly.
"Was he really, though?" Jaehyun asked, and both Johnny and Donghyuck exchanged the same exasperated look. "I thought he was just being friendly."
"Sure, let’s go with that."
People had been gravitating toward Jaehyun his whole life, flirting and hovering and generally making it obvious they were into him, and he'd never developed the instinct to clock it. He just assumed everyone was nice.
If he’s oblivious, I have nothing to worry about, his dad used to say.
"I mean," Johnny said, trying to get them back on track, "it's not like we can tell you who to date. Jaemin would have just surprised me, let's say."
"It's Mark," Donghyuck huffed, trying to dislodge the image of him and Jaemin from his mind.
“Mark,” Jaehyun repeated slowly. His brow was furrowing in that very telling way that meant he was trying to place a face. “Was that the one with the undercut? Black hair?”
"Appa, no, that's Jeno."
"Ah."
“They look nothing alike.”
Another classic dad trait—Jaehyun was notoriously bad with faces. He could remember entire conversations from years ago, but putting names to faces was a losing battle. Donghyuck had stopped being surprised when, after more than three years of being friends with him, his appa still asked who Jisung was.
"I met a lot of your friends," Jaehyun retorted.
"You've met Mark probably six times. I’d say that’s enough time to remember him."
"I remember Mark," Johnny said. "He was pretty quiet. Polite. He holds his drink with two hands."
Donghyuck stared at him from across the table. "He holds his drink with two hands. Really. That’s what you remember?”
“At least I remember,” his dad shot back, clearly pleased with himself. Jaehyun ignored the jab, choosing to reach for another piece of grilled pork.
The reason his appa wasn't peppering him with questions like Johnny was probably because he was the one who’d known about the situation in some form before tonight, and Donghyuck was at least grateful for it. He could survive it if the interrogation came only from one of them.
Getting through this first meant the other part would be easier to reach. Or easier to start, at least.
“It’s a good sign,” Johnny continued, picking his chopsticks back up and also plucking up a piece of meat. “It shows that he’s not trying too hard. Okay, so it’s Mark. I can work with Mark.”
"We've been — it's been about three weeks."
Johnny nodded, taking in the information. "Three weeks. Okay. I hope he's treating you well."
Donghyuck rolled his eyes. "I can fend for myself."
"Can't a dad worry about his kid," Johnny said, and something in his foot connected with Donghyuck's shin under the table.
"Ow —"
Donghyuck kicked back and hit the table leg instead, which he decided to pretend didn't happen. "He's treating me fine. He's annoyingly considerate, actually. It's a problem."
"Terrible," Jaehyun agreed, and didn't look up from his plate when the table rattled after being hit. Twenty-two years of this. He was completely unbothered.
The easy part was done, more or less, now that he’d told them about Mark and his parents didn’t seem to have any more annoying questions. He'd cleared the first hurdle, and with no more food on his plate to re-arrange he knew he had to speak up about what actually bothered him.
"There's actually a reason I brought it up."
He was stalling, trying to find a way to say this that didn’t sound awkward. "I'm probably going to sleep with him at some point." He paused. Here goes nothing. "And I got scared that my old problem would surface again."
"Have you struggled again?" Jaehyun asked. "Since last time?"
Donghyuck's shrugged. "Can you call it a struggle if I didn't try it?"
"Meaning you haven't."
"Meaning I haven't."
"Why not? At this rate you're going to become pent up again." Johnny's voice sounded serious all of a sudden and it made Donghyuck want to sit up straighter. He tried to keep eye contact but his gaze dropped to his plate again.
He could tell they were both watching him debate how much to give them. "What if I do it," he said, "and it's the same as before. What if I try and nothing happens. Again."
"Then you can talk to Mark. You think he won't understand if you tell him?" his dad asked.
"That's not —"
"I told you before, if you can't get comfortable enough with someone to talk to them, you probably shouldn't be sleeping with them in the first place."
"It's not like that." It didn’t take long at all before the defensive edge made its appearance, but he didn’t want them to assume the worst about Mark. Mark was possibly the least problematic part of any of this. This issue was on him and him only. "Mark is great. He's — he's great."
"Okay," Johnny calmly said. "If he's so great, why can't you tell him?"
Why indeed. It wasn’t like any of this was easy or he had a guidebook on how to say: hey so my dick might be broken and now I can’t orgasm by myself and oh by the way my dads helped me out and made me come and I want them to do it again—
"It's exactly because he likes him that he can't tell him."
Looking up he saw that his appa was watching him openly, like he’d been able to pluck the thoughts right out of his head. ”Is that right?"
"Yeah. I just —I don't want to put this on him right now. I know I should, I know that's how trust works and whatever, but it's too soon. I don't want him to look at me differently before things have even —" He stopped himself and shrugged again, feeling like an idiot. "It's too soon."
Jaehyun nodded like he understood, which most likely he did, because his appa had this particular capacity to get what Donghyuck wasn’t saying underneath what he was actually saying.
Then Jaehyun leaned back in his chair, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "And because you trust us," he said smoothly, "you want us to help you again, to make sure that it's fixed."
The look he gave Donghyuck was heavy with meaning and it made him feel seen straight through. Donghyuck's ears burned.
"You were waiting to bring it up, weren't you?"
Jaehyun chuckled softly and reached over to brush a thumb along the back of Donghyuck's hand where it rested on the table. "Actually, I was expecting you to bring it up."
Johnny looked at them in confusion for the second time, brows furrowed. "Wait, what? Why do I feel like I'm missing half the conversation here?"
Jaehyun turned to his husband with that easy, affectionate dimpled smile of his, the one that made anyone melt. "We're not keeping secrets. I just happened to be up when our little Hyuckie came home one night a little tipsy and he told me some things.”
His smile turned a little devious.
Donghyuck’s head shot up, heart in his throat, the memory of the shadowed kiss flashing hot behind his eyes. The guilt and the fear crashed into him all over again.
He spent so much time worrying that he’d crossed some invisible line, afraid that asking for more would make him look desperate, or worse, like some kind of degenerate who couldn’t control himself. (Debatable, maybe).
Neither of his dads had brought it up again after that first night so maybe the invitation had been strictly a one-time help. And yet he had to ask them before he really drove himself insane.
“Dad,” Donghyuck started. “I want to be the one to say it, before I lose my nerve.” He looked directly at Johnny, pulling up the most dejected eyes he could muster. “I kissed appa some days ago. Just the two of us. It happened after the party and I know I should’ve told you right away, but I didn’t know how.”
Johnny exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair and Donghyuck’s heart stopped. "And where was I during this?"
Jaehyun shrugged, casual as ever. "Probably sleeping. You were out cold after that long schedule on your Neo project."
“Ok, so you kissed my husband behind my back, huh?” Johnny’s tone was light, but his eyes were sharp when he glanced over at his husband, who met his gaze with no trace of guilt on his face.
Donghyuck wanted the floor to swallow him whole. His face was flushed all down his neck now, fingers twisting the edge of his napkin.
“It’s not like I put a stop to it either. He can be very persuasive. He gets that from you,” his appa said.
Johnny rolled his eyes before looking back at him. “So, how was it?”
Donghyuck blinked. “You’re… not mad?”
His dad was smiling, no trace of anger or judgement on his face like he’d feared. Then he reached out across the table to lightly flick him on the forehead.
“I’m not mad. A little surprised, maybe, but we did tell you that we’re here for you if you need help. If this is what you want—if you need us again—we’re not going to turn you away. But we need to be honest about everything. No secrets, especially not between the three of us. You’re still figuring things out, both with Mark and with yourself.”
Donghyuck nodded as relief flooded through him once he saw that they weren’t mad. “I know. I’m not asking to replace anything with Mark. This is… different. I just feel safe with you two.”
The last part came out small, but he meant it. So much.
“I’m happy to hear it,” his dad said. “But I am a little bit hurt after all.”
Both Donghyuck and Jaehyun turned to look at him at the same time. Johnny was leaning back in his chair, one arm draped along the backrest and his expression had turned serious. “How come you went after Jae but not me?”
Silence.
Johnny lasted only a second before he started laughing and Donghyuck groaned and covered his face. “You’re so embarrassing! I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What? It’s true,” Johnny said, reaching over to tug one of Donghyuck’s hands down so he could see his flushed face. “I’m feeling left out here. My own son sneaks off and has a whole make out session with Jae and I don’t even get a courtesy kiss? Rude.”
“He’s just fishing for attention,” Jaehyun told him, not even looking at his husband. “Ignore him.”
“Or don’t,” Johnny countered smoothly. He came closer from Donghyuck’s other side until the familiar scent of him wrapped around Donghyuck like a blanket. “I’m very open to being persuaded. You know, to make up for your slight.”
The teasing tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of real heat in his dad’s eyes when they met Donghyuck’s and the want that had been blooming underneath his skin flared hotter.
“I… could be convinced to make it up to you,” Donghyuck said. His gaze dropped to his dad’s mouth for a beat too long, watching as those full lips stretched into a smile.
“Good answer,” his dad said. “Tell you what, since you said you’re worried about your problem resurfacing, how about you leave it completely to us. For the next period, and until you feel ready, we’re the only ones allowed to make you come. You want it, you come to us.”
Donghyuck’s breath caught. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure they could hear it. “How soon?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Johnny’s smile turned predatory. “Whenever you want.”
“Now,” Donghyuck said, not even caring how needy he sounded.
“We haven’t even put the dishes away yet, Hyuckie,” his appa laughed.
Donghyuck squirmed in his seat, pressing his thighs together under the table as heat crawled all over his skin. “Well, forgive me for having priorities,” he muttered.
Johnny stood up first and rounded the table slowly, stopping behind Donghyuck’s seat. His large hands settled on his shoulders and that contact only served to amplify the racing pulse in Donghyuck’s throat.
“Priorities, huh?” Johnny said, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of Donghyuck’s ear. “Then let’s take care of them.”
Jaehyun rose too. “Well, I guess the dishes can wait.”
Donghyuck barely remembered the walk to the bedroom but the moment they reached the bed, he made grabby hands at his dad, pulling him in by the front of his shirt and tugging impatiently. Johnny let out a low chuckle but he indulged him nonetheless.
He crawled over Donghyuck until he settled on top, caging him in with those broad shoulders and long limbs.
His appa settled on the other side of the bed and stretched out beside them, one hand resting lightly on Donghyuck’s thigh. “How do you want this to go?”
“Whatever is fine,” Donghyuck said, eyes flicking between them. “I’m ready for more this time.”
More. Big words from someone pretending like their heart wasn't currently attempting to exit his chest through his ribcage.
Johnny pulled back to look at him properly, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Whatever, hmm?”
Donghyuck melted instantly when those big hands gripped his waist and pressed into the sensitive skin there. The sheer proximity of Johnny’s body heat was overwhelming. His dad generally was overwhelming, but up close his aura was even more so and Donghyuck was not immune. He was maybe the least immune person in this room.
Johnny wasn't doing anything, just fondly looking down at him, brown hair falling around his cheeks. Okay, Donghyuck thought with great feeling. Maybe looking up at him was a dangerous thing to do.
But their faces were so close and he wanted to kiss his dad so badly. Tilting his face up, he was ready for it when Johnny bent down and met him halfway.
It was intense right from the start, with Johnny cupping the back of his head and tilting it exactly how he wanted all while keeping that possessive grip on his waist to pull their bodies flush.
And in the most pleasant surprise of all, his dad didn’t only take. He let Donghyuck kiss him back, let him push and play and bite at his lower lip until the nips turned into teasing licks and by the end Donghyuck was smiling when they separated.
Johnny broke the kiss and rested their foreheads together, breathing a little heavier. “Tell us if it gets too much, baby. Otherwise…”
His hand slid lower, palming Donghyuck’s thigh and spreading his legs wider as he settled more fully between them. “We’re taking our time with you tonight.”
Donghyuck shivered hard between them. Reaching out across the pillows he found his appa’s hand and pulled him in as well. He needed both of them close. Surrounded by them as he was, knowing that they were the only ones allowed to touch him like this, made everything feel even hotter.
Once he got re-settled Johnny didn’t miss a beat before turning to Jaehyun and drawing him into a kiss as well, right there in front of him. Donghyuck gasped.
The sight went straight to his cock, watching how Johnny’s bigger hand gripped the back of Jaehyun’s neck, their tongues visible for only a second before their lips molded again. He couldn’t help it that his hand drifted down to palm himself through his pants. It was just unfair how attractive they both were.
“The little one is getting impatient,” his dad smirked when they separated.
Jaehyun chuckled but his gaze was just as interested as it raked over his flushed face and the obvious bulge under his hand. “How about we undress first?”
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen his parents naked before, whether from family trips to public baths or just around the house, but this was entirely different.
They were both so big compared to him, and Donghyuck remembered that old running joke about him being adopted because he didn’t share their height or broad build. Except that he was theirs; flesh and blood and everything in between.
And he did share enough traits with them that the similarities could not be brushed aside if one knew where to look— the same long legs, same hair shade, the same mischievous glint in his eyes when they caught him staring.
“Enjoying the show, baby?” Jaehyun asked. His voice was amused as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the defined planes of his chest and the enticing trail of hair leading down from his navel.
“He’s been staring like that for a while now. Greedy little thing,” his dad commented, then shoved his pants down his long legs.
Johnny hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxer-briefs next and tugged them down in one effor—
“Shit—!” Johnny caught himself on the edge of the bed.
Well, it was no longer effortless. His foot got caught in the fabric when he tried to step out and he just wobbled awkwardly. Jaehyun burst out laughing, reaching over to steady his husband with a hand on his waist.
“Real smooth, old man,” Donghyuck teased.
“Old man?” Johnny recovered with a grin, kicking the underwear aside and straightening up to his full height. He flexed playfully, making the muscles in his shoulders and thighs stand out and Donghyuck’s gaze instantly dropped lower, unable to resist any longer.
His dad’s cock was as big as the rest of him, thick and heavy even while soft. Fuck. A prominent vein ran along the underside that made his stomach clench from both nerves and want.
His appa’s on the other hand was as pretty as the rest of him and just as pale, with a soft pink tip that invited you to kiss it. While not as long, it had a nice curve to it and a neat, trimmed base of pubic hair.
“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes flicking back and forth between them like he couldn’t decide where to settle first. “You’re both so…”
Johnny stepped closer to the bed, voice dropping into that husky register that always melted Donghyuck’s brain. “So what, baby? Use your words.”
“Perfect,” Donghyuck whispered, reaching out for them again. “Mine.”
His dad’s mouth curved into a wicked grin. “Look at that, Jae. Our boy’s still fully dressed while we’re standing here like this. Did you never teach our son how to undress properly?”
Jaehyun chuckled, moving toward the bed with his own mischievous smile set in place. “Guess we’ll have to handle it ourselves.”
Donghyuck barely had time to sputter “Hey—!” before both of them descended on him.
Their hands made quick work of his clothes, t-shirt yanked up and over his head, sweats and underwear dragged down his thighs.
“Guys—!” he shrieked, struggling when his head got stuck in the fabric of his shirt.
His appa chuckled and helped free him, stealing a kiss for himself the moment Donghyuck’s face appeared. “There you are.”
Donghyuck huffed but he let himself be moved, pliant under their hands and relishing in the feel of his dad’s hand as it brushed lightly over his cock, teasing.
Undressing was usually an awkward part of sex no matter the situation but with them it wasn’t like that at all. Their hands moved over him with confidence and one moment he was clothed then naked in the next, sprawled between their much larger bodies.
And somehow he wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed.
Johnny crawled back onto the bed, settling on one side while Jaehyun took the other, both of them crowding him in from both sides. Johnny’s hand landed on his thigh again, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re allowed to look. Allowed to touch, too. We’re all yours tonight,” his dad said, leaning down to steal a kiss.
Good thing that Donghyuck knew exactly what he wanted.
And that was basically how he ended up on all fours between them, Jaehyun propping himself against the headboard and spreading his legs so Donghyuck could settle between them.
One of his hands rested in Donghyuck’s hair, fingers carding slowly through the strands while Johnny knelt behind him, thumbs stroking over the dip of his spine. Yeah, he was decidedly not focusing on how those large hands spawned almost his entire waist.
“You okay, baby?” Jaehyun’s thumb brushed over Donghyuck’s cheekbone, making him look up. “Still good?”
Donghyuck nodded, nuzzling into the touch. His appa’s pupils were blown wide with lust but the softness in them did not fade. “Yeah, I want this. So bad.”
And with that he let his eyes drop lower.
This was real.
He was really about to do this. He was about to suck his appa’s cock. The thought sent a dizzying wave of heat through his entire body and he could feel his own cock begin to harden between his legs.
He wasn’t great at deep throating yet, so his strategy was to start slow and work his way up to it. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue over the flushed head, swirling it around in lazy circles and savoring the weight and heat on his tongue before he sank lower.
His jaw ached a little from the stretch, but he pushed through, taking more.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” came his appa’s voice from above. “You’re so pretty with your mouth full.”
He flicked his tongue against the underside of Jaehyun’s cock in response, a little reward for his appa’s sweet words. He took another inch, hollowing his cheeks as he began to move in earnest, but he couldn’t help glancing up every few seconds just to see if his appa was looking at him.
He was.
He was, and his eyes seemed to say that Donghyuck was the most precious, filthy thing in the world.
Behind him, his dad was pressing open-mouthed kisses down his spine. Distracted as he was, he didn’t have reaction time before cool air hit his exposed hole and something warm and wet dragged over it.
Donghyuck startled hard, pulling off Jaehyun’s cock with a wet pop. “Dad— what are you doing?”
He looked over his shoulder at his dad, who was now petting over his rim with his fingers, eyes dark. “Have you been rimmed before?” Johnny asked.
Their eyes locked. Donghyuck’s face burned. “…No.”
Johnny leaned in and licked him again, slow, dragging it out. “Then let me do this for you.”
Donghyuck whimpered and hid his flushed face against Jaehyun’s thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. John’s really good with his mouth. You’ll like it,” came the amused voice from up the bed.
“That’s what I’m fearing,” Donghyuck muttered.
Johnny chuckled, then pressed forward again but not to lick, choosing instead to point the tip of his tongue and push inside him, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Donghyuck’s whole body jolted.
“Fuck, look at this tiny little hole,” Johnny groaned, spreading Donghyuck’s cheeks wider. “So pretty and pink.”
Donghyuck moaned loudly, the words making his hole clench.
“How is this tiny thing gonna fit me, baby? I wonder…”
Johnny worked his tongue deeper, licking into him with these filthy, wet sounds as Donghyuck buried his face harder against Jaehyun’s thigh, fingers clutching at the sheets.
If he were honest, that was what he worried about too. He’d never taken anyone as big as his dad before but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t try to. He wasn’t raised a quitter.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Johnny said again. “Dad will take care of you. I’ll go slow for you, stretch you open nice and easy for my cock.”
“Mmmph—!”
“Breathe, Hyuckie. Just feel it and relax for me.”
One of his fingers circled his rim, teasing it in alongside his tongue and any embarrassed protest died in Donghyuck’s throat when pleasure he’d never felt before short-circuited his brain.
He took Jaehyun’s cock back into his mouth, trying to distract himself, sliding down further and stretching his lips around the shaft. If he could, he really would take more, if only to make Jaehyun feel as good as Johnny was making him feel.
Then the head bumped the back of his throat and he choked, eyes watering instantly as his gag reflex flared. Damn it!
Jaehyun hissed, tightening his fingers in Donghyuck’s hair. “Easy, baby. You don’t have to take it all at once.”
It was harder than it looked. Donghyuck’s jaw was already aching, but he did manage to brush his nose against Jaehyun’s trimmed pubes before he had to pull off again, coughing and gasping. Small victories.
And his dad wasn’t making it any easier.
When Johnny’s tongue curled just right, Donghyuck’s thighs started trembling and he had to pull off Jaehyun completely and rest his forehead against his appa’s hip to let out a broken moan.
“You don’t have to deepthroat to make it good, Hyuckie,” Jaehyun said. “Just suck on the head and use your tongue like before. That felt good for me.”
But Donghyuck was stubborn. Good wasn’t what he was aiming for, exactly. He shook his head and dove back down with renewed focus, trying to relax his throat as best as he could.
The sight he found when he looked up nearly undid him. His appa’s cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, lips parted to let out these little breathy noises and soft groans every time Donghyuck swallowed around him.
Fuck, Johnny was so lucky to have him, Donghyuck thought dazedly. If it were up to him, he’d never let his appa leave this bed. He hollowed his cheeks and kept bobbing messily, using his hand to stroke what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, looking up the whole time.
Behind him, Johnny pulled back and chuckled against his rim. “Greedy boy. It’s impressive how you try so hard. You’re so fucking cute.”
“Cute isn’t aahh—!”
Donghyuck’s thighs shook again as Johnny pressed his tongue back inside, yanking him back onto it and burying his face deeper between his cheeks. Then his dad suddenly moved lower, dragging his tongue over Donghyuck’s perineum with a lick that made his eyes roll back.
And it didn’t stop there. Oh no. He sucked one of Donghyuck’s balls into his mouth, laving his tongue over the sensitive skin while his finger kept curling inside.
His whole body felt overheated.
“Told you,” his appa’s voice told him. “He gets greedy once he has his mouth on you.”
“I’m— I’m close—” he managed to slur.
Distantly, one poisonous thought slipped through the cracks in the pleasure once more. What if it won’t work this time? What if last time really was a fluke?
He was in the middle of wrestling with it, trying to shove it down to cushion the damage, and that was when Johnny’s hand wrapped around his leaking cock and his noises shot up even more. He tried to keep sucking, he really did, but it was impossible.
His mouth just fell open around Jaehyun’s cock as the pleasure coiled tighter in his gut until there was no more room for fear. The doubt tried once more, a weak little whisper of a ‘what if’ but his dad didn’t let up. He fucked his tongue into Donghyuck’s hole in rhythm with his hand, giving one last perfectly timed lick and it vanished completely.
He had nothing to worry about anyway, because in the next moment his orgasm washed over him and Donghyuck came with a loud cry.
His vision whited out as he spilled over Johnny’s fist and onto the sheets, trying to pull breath into his lungs while the aftershocks passed. He came back to slowly only to see his dad getting up.
Donghyuck made a confused little noise. “Dad?”
“Just going to brush my teeth real quick,” Johnny said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He got a kiss pressed to his sweaty temple before his dad headed towards the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
“Come here, baby,” Jaehyun’s voice called.
Donghyuck turned his head and found his appa still watching him, motioning him closer. What else could he do other than comply?
Crawling over on shaky limbs, he found himself instantly pulled into a kiss. And what a kiss it was! His appa was such a nice person to make out with, he was thrilled to discover, so focused and so sweet that Donghyuck could spend hours doing just this.
For the second time that night he wondered how his dad ever managed to leave the bed when he had someone like his appa to keep him company. Jaehyun kissed him like he wanted to taste the lingering traces of himself on Donghyuck’s tongue so he let him have it, their tongues meeting again and again.
“You did so well for us,” his appa whispered against Donghyuck’s lips. One of his hands reached down and cupped his ass possessively.
Donghyuck shivered and pressed closer, already hungry for more. Luckily his appa shared the sentiment, rolling his hips up to grind his hard cock against Donghyuck’s stomach.
“Can I suck you some more?” he asked, realizing with a small jolt that he never made him come.
Jaehyun smiled fondly at him. “You’re really determined, huh?”
Donghyuck nodded, biting his lip. “How will I ever get good at it if I don’t practice? You saw how badly I struggled earlier.”
“None of that,” his appa chided, giving him a light pat on the butt. “Want to know a secret?” he asked, soothing over the area.
“Hmm?”
He brought his face up to Donghyuck’s ear, whispering conspiratorily, “Johnny isn’t good at deepthroating either.”
That got a laugh out of him. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean much when both your dicks are this huge.”
But as silly as it sounded, it did ease something in his chest. After all, both his dads were way more experienced than him so if they said it was fine then it had to be.
“A deepthroat isn’t the ultimate sign of a good blowjob, baby. And Johnny’s talents are elsewhere, as you’ve seen.” He smirked, the implication not lost on Donghyuck. “But I can show you a trick if you’re up for it.”
“What?” Donghyuck asked, perking up.
Jaehyun gently maneuvered him until Donghyuck’s head was hanging off the edge of the bed.
“It’s a bit of a weird angle, I know,” Jaehyun explained, standing up until he was right in front of his face, “but it’s easier to take a cock this way since it opens the throat more naturally.”
Donghyuck blinked up at his upside down form. “I… don’t even want to know how you know that. But I’m also kinda curious.”
“I'll go slow,” his appa said.
Jaehyun slid in deep right from the start but even with the new position, when the head pressed into Donghyuck’s throat it still made him gag. So much for that.
“Breathe through it,” his appa instructed, pulling back to let him do just that until only the head rested on his tongue. He gave Donghyuck a moment to inhale, then eased forward again.
Donghyuck focused on his appa’s voice, trying to relax his throat as instructed but it was hard when his mouth was so full. The position was embarrassing, a bit too filthy for how inexperienced he felt but he wanted to get this right.
“That’s it… just like that,” Jaehyun praised, voice low and rough. “Relax your jaw and breathe when I pull out. You’re doing so well for me, Hyuckie.”
That was exactly how Johnny found them when he returned from the bathroom. Donghyuck couldn’t see properly from where he was sprawled but he did feel the mattress dip from the added weight, then jolted when warm hands began caressing his stomach.
“Mm—!” Donghyuck squeaked around Jaehyun’s length.
His dad wrapped a hand around his cock and then immediately sank his mouth down on him.
He couldn’t look, couldn’t even turn his head in this position — all he could do was feel that hot mouth sucking him. He was still a little oversensitive from coming earlier, but it felt too good to put a stop to it.
Jaehyun groaned as well, rocking his hips and trying to find a rhythm that would suit them both. Each slide pushed deeper than before and though the angle was absolutely weird, Donghyuck had to admit that it was helping.
Jaehyun’s breath was growing ragged. “That’s it… fuck, your throat feels so good, Hyuckie. Taking me so well.”
He reached out and pressed his fingers over Donghyuck’s throat like he could feel himself inside. Donghyuck liked it. Liked how small and used it made him feel, spit dripping down his chin.
Then his dad did something especially devilish with his tongue, swirling and flicking right under the head then sucking hard, and Donghyuck’s thighs shook, thrusting his hips up.
His appa’s control was fraying too. “Shit, baby… you look so good like this.”
He could feel Jaehyun throbbing against his tongue, the thrusts increasing in speed. The breathy moans from above were also coming faster, such gorgeous sounds that Donghyuck was quickly becoming addicted to. He relaxed his throat as best as he could, ready and eager for Jaehyun to finish right there, to fill his mouth and throat.
But Jaehyun suddenly pulled out with a gasp, stroking himself fast. “Fuck— Hyuckie—”
The next second he was painted from collarbone to sternum in hot stripes of come. Donghyuck let out a shaky exhale, fighting back his own disappointment at not getting to taste the end result.
“My neck is dead, fuck.”
He tried to sit up and alleviate the cramping but a big hand pushed gently on his chest to hold him down.
“Don’t move, baby. Let me clean this before it gets on the bed.”
Johnny reached over to the nightstand and returned with a handful of wet tissues. Donghyuck stayed where he was, catching his breath and getting his bearings while his dad took care of him.
“You okay?” his appa asked, cupping Donghyuck’s face. “I didn’t push too far, right?”
“My neck is not going to be too happy with me tomorrow.” He moved his head from side to side, playing it up for the dramatics.
Jaehyun chuckled and pulled him closer to massage the muscles at the base of his skull and along his neck. “Poor baby. Let me fix that.”
Donghyuck arched into the touch with a contented sigh. “You could’ve finished inside,” he said, trying to sound confident about it. “I wanted it.”
Jaehyun shook his head. “No, I couldn’t, baby.”
Was it silly of him to expect his appa to do it? He might not be a blowjob pro but he didn’t even get the chance to prove that he can do this one thing, and it irked at him somewhat.
Then Johnny made a face. “That position is not ideal for swallowing. Trust me on that.”
He stressed that last part and Donghyuck laughed, catching the implication. “Wait, you trying to say there is a story there, maybe?”
Johnny just smirked, not offering more. “Maybe. Also what’s gotten into you tonight, huh?” He directed this last part at his husband. “Going straight for the throat-fucking tutorial? That’s pretty adventurous even for you, Jae.”
Jaehyun’s cheeks flushed pink. “I was just trying to show him something that would help.”
“Sure you were,” Johnny drawled.
“I liked it,” Donghyuck said and turned to press a sweet kiss to his appa’s flushed cheek. “Even if my neck hates me now.”
“That so?” One of his dad’s eyebrows went up, and Donghyuck sensed something was coming.
“You’re just jealous that you didn’t get at me first.”
“Second’s also fine,” was the last thing he heard before his dad suddenly grabbed him and literally hauled him up the bed like he weighed nothing.
Donghyuck let out a surprised laugh as he was yanked forward and they collapsed together in a messy pile of limbs, rolling around in the sheets just kissing and touching, going back and forth like that until all three of them were smiling too much to keep going.
Donghyuck couldn’t remember ever having sex that was this intense and yet so…normal. It was comfortable to the point where he was having actual fun. He giggled when his dad nipped his jaw, then when his appa tickled his side just to watch him squirm.
At some point he realized he’d forgotten to be self-conscious about how he looked or how loud he was, or how inexperienced he felt.
Was this what Johnny meant earlier?
“This is really nice,” he admitted between kisses. “I forgot sex could be this fun.”
Jaehyun gave him a dimpled smile, brushing their noses together. “Good. That’s exactly how we want it for you.”
Johnny nipped his earlobe from his other side. “Told you that it’s different with the right people. We just want to take care of our boy.”
“You two are going to kill me,” Donghyuck mumbled happily, turning to bury his face into Johnny’s broad chest. “In the best way.”
His body felt heavy and loose from the orgasm that had torn through him so he took a moment to just rest, lulled by the warmth of their skin.
“I wanted to ask earlier, but how do you feel?” Johnny asked quietly. “Were you worrying about it still?”
His finger traced idle circles over his dad’s skin, absently following the curve of his muscles. “Kinda,” he admitted. “I remembered about it but I forgot just as quick. I think you reset me pretty good.”
He didn’t need to look up to know his dad looked smug; by now he could recognize it just from his tone of voice. “Good. I want you to trust that we’ll take care of you.”
“So… did you like the rimming?” came his appa’s voice from behind.
Donghyuck flushed instantly, heat exploding across his face when that particular moment got dragged back, remembering how he moaned like he was losing his goddamn mind.
“You saw how easily he came. I’d wager a guess.” Johnny’s laughter rumbled underneath his cheek.
Maybe smothering himself into his dad’s chest was a good way to go out. He’d had a good run; it was quite alright by him if this is where it ended.
His appa’s fingers trailed lightly down his spine. “Look at those ears turning red. So cute.”
“Even his back is blushing,” his dad added. God, they were both so smug! “Our pretty boy is not used to getting his hole licked. How adorable.”
Donghyuck made a strangled noise and tried to sink further into his dad’s chest like it could swallow him whole but they weren't having it. He couldn’t even die in peace in this house!
His appa gently caught Donghyuck’s chin and tipped his face up, forcing their eyes to meet and his gaze was fond, if a little wicked. “Don’t be shy, pretty. You know we like to see you enjoy yourself.”
Johnny pressed himself closer and added, voice dropping into that dangerous register, “I wanted you to like it. The whole point of this is to feel good. Tonight you’re coming as many times as you want.”
Dangerous. That was a very dangerous thing to offer him, because he did want it and he was going to cash it in until he couldn’t even remember his own name, let alone any stupid doubts or mental blocks.
From now on, nothing was allowed to get between him and his orgasms, he decided.
Jaehyun reached for the lube on the nightstand, then turned back to them with a mischievous little smile. “Still have priorities, Hyuckie?”
Donghyuck grinned, feeling the heat begin to spread out through his lower belly. He had started to grow hard again when he sucked off his appa, and the need only grew from there, from their mouths and hands on him, from their proximity and how much attention they were pouring into taking care of him.
Yeah, sleeping with them had been the best choice he could have made.
“Yeah, I definitely still have priorities,” he said, watching as they both smirked.
“So what’s next for you, baby?” Johnny asked. “What else do you want to try tonight?”
Donghyuck didn’t even hesitate. He’d been thinking about it since he first saw his dad’s hard cock earlier and realized he hadn’t come.
“I was hoping you’d fuck me,” he said, looking up at his through his lashes and the look he got in return was full of promise.
“Your wish is my pleasure, Hyuckie.”
Donghyuck found himself on his hands and knees once more, spread out in the middle of the big bed. Jaehyun took his usual place against the headboard and pulled Donghyuck half on top of him so his chest rested against Jaehyun’s thigh, cheek pillowed near his soft cock.
Johnny knelt behind him and grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers generously then pressing one digit against Donghyuck’s hole to test the give.
“You prepped me enough earlier,” Donghyuck mumbled. The words had barely left his mouth before the sound of a slap echoed in the room, followed immediately by Donghyuck’s shriek.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Johnny asked. “Don’t rush the prep.”
Donghyuck twisted his head to glare over his shoulder, his asscheek stinging from the impact. “But you’ve been hard for ages. Why draw it out?”
Another slap landed on the opposite cheek. “Aah—seriously!” Donghyuck complained, squirming away.
“Never rush this part,” his dad told him, right before he pushed his finger inside. “I mean it. Don’t risk getting hurt for anyone. I can assure you they can wait for you.”
Donghyuck felt properly chastised. Even though it wasn’t said meanly, the words made his face heat for an entirely different reason than the slaps. He turned back around and pressed his flushed cheek into Jaehyun’s thigh without another word.
A soft chuckle came from the side of the bed. “John’s right with this one, baby. And also he’s not exactly small, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Yeah, I think it escaped my notice,” Donghyuck said sarcastically.
He half expected another slap for the attitude but Johnny only laughed before adding a second finger, seemingly done with lecturing him.
“Such nice things you say about me,” his dad replied. “Keep talking like that and I might make you wait even longer.”
Donghyuck huffed but didn’t argue further. Johnny was right. His cock was intimidatingly thick, so he relaxed as best he could, letting his dad work him open. Thankfully Johnny was efficient, not drawing it out more than necessary and adding a third finger quickly, scissoring and curling them until Donghyuck was rocking back onto them.
“Want me to use a condom?” Johnny asked when he pulled his fingers out.
Donghyuck dared a look back, studying his dad’s face. No, he didn’t want that. Not even a little. He wanted to feel them close with no barrier between them, but saying it out loud made his stomach twist with nerves.
The silence must have stretched a second too long because Johnny smirked, reading him easily. “You can just say no, it’s fine.”
“Fine,” Donghyuck snapped, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Don’t wear it.”
Johnny tsked but his eyes told that he liked the choice just as much. “So much attitude from you tonight, little rascal.” His voice dropped lower as he lubed himself up. “Gonna fuck it right out of you.”
In spite of the bravado and as much as Donghyuck wanted exactly that, the nerves spiked back up. Johnny really wasn’t small. He arched his back nonetheless, offering himself up and trusting that he’d be taken care of.
His appa tugged gently on Donghyuck’s hair to tilt his face up. “You’re gonna feel so good, baby. Let John take care of you.”
Donghyuck shivered hard, pressing his face against Jaehyun’s thigh as he felt the blunt head of his dad’s cock nudge against his entrance. His heart hammered with anticipation.
“Fuck, baby,” Johnny groaned. He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the nape of Donghyuck’s neck. “We’ll give it a slow start. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The initial stretch was intense, his rim opening wide around the sheer girth as Johnny sank forward but the sting he’d braced himself for barely came.
“Breathe,” Johnny whispered, voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Too much?”
Donghyuck shook his head, fingers twisting in the sheets. “It’s fine. More, please.”
His body accepted his dad's cock easier than expected thanks to the thorough rimming and fingering earlier.
“Fuck…” Donghyuck gasped, spreading his knees wider on the bed, pushing his ass back to take more. Heat flooded every inch of his skin.
Johnny moaned deep in his chest, the sound guttural as he fed inch after thick inch into him. “That’s it… you open up so nicely for me. Good boy.”
By the time Johnny was fully seated, hips flush against Donghyuck’s ass, both of them were breathing hard.
Fuck, he felt so full.
Johnny was pressing open-mouthed kisses to his nape again, giving them both a moment. “Shit, Hyuckie, you’re so tight. Gripping me like you don’t want me to leave.”
That was his dad inside of him.
The thought turned his insides to liquid fire, burning through his body until he was squirming against the sheets. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening, that the throbbing length he could feel inside belonged to his dad!
“Can I move?” Johnny asked after a while.
“Please,” he spread his legs a bit better, supporting himself on his arms.
Johnny rolled his hips forward again and Donghyuck gasped when sparks shot down his spine. His dad must have had a sixth sense for his prostate, because he found that perfect spot instantly and then stayed on it.
“Right there,” Donghyuck gasped, pushing back to meet the next thrust.
And right there he stayed. Johnny kept that pace for a while, dragging out almost completely before sliding back in to the base, then grinding in deep once he was fully seated until the room gradually filled with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin.
“Look at you taking my cock so well,” Johnny murmured hotly against his ear. “All that attitude earlier and now you’re just letting me split you open. Greedy little hole.”
Donghyuck moaned loudly, the sound tearing out of him. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, dripping onto the sheets.
“So pretty like this,” his appa said, then tilted Donghyuck’s chin up. “You should see his face, John. You’re making him feel so good.”
“Yeah?” Johnny asked, hips snapping harder.
Donghyuck could barely hold himself up anymore once the thrusts picked up speed. His arms trembled, elbows buckling until he was bent at the waist, ass raised high. He must have made quite the sight.
Johnny growled in approval and grabbed his hips to haul him back onto his cock, just using him and fucking him properly.
“Dad, fuck, so good, right there—” he babbled, voice wrecked.
“That’s right, baby. You wanted this cock so bad, now you’re gonna feel it for days.”
Donghyuck was moaning up a storm, loud and shameless and not even caring about it. He was in heaven, each thrust punching sounds out of his throat that he didn’t know he could make.
What mental block?
At this point he actually had to concentrate on not coming just to drag this out a little longer, needing to savor it.
His arms finally gave out not a minute later and that’s when Johnny slowed his hips. “Easy, baby.”
He pulled out carefully, making Donghyuck whimper at the sudden emptiness. Strong hands flipped him onto his back like he weighed nothing and Donghyuck found himself blinking up at his dad’s face.
“You okay?” he asked.
Donghyuck nodded quickly, spreading his legs wider. “Yeah. Please don’t stop.”
Johnny smiled down at him and pushed back in. Donghyuck’s body welcomed the length with more ease until his dad was buried to the hilt again. He felt enveloped and safe, completely surrounded by his dad’s warmth and entirely at his mercy.
“You take me so well,” Johnny breathed, leaning down to press their foreheads together. His brown hair tickled Donghyuck’s cheek. “Like you were made for this. Made for my cock.”
Yes, Donghyuck thought, eyes fluttering shut. Only him and his appa would ever get to have this. No one else.
“You feel so good,” Donghyuck gasped, reaching up with shaking hands to clutch at his dad’s broad shoulders. “So fucking big, dad—”
They kissed messily and off center as Johnny started moving again but neither of them had much coordination left. The wet slap of skin picked back up, mixing with their heavy breathing and Jaehyun’s appreciative input from the side as he watched.
“Touch yourself for us, pretty,” his appa said.
Donghyuck obeyed instantly, wrapping a shaky hand around his own leaking cock and stroking in time with Johnny’s hips.
“Fuck, dad—ahh, right there,” Donghyuck gasped, voice breaking. “Keep— just like that.”
“Yeah? You feel that?” Johnny growled. His legs were trembling so bad that Johnny wrapped one hand around his thigh and hiked it over his elbow to keep him nice and open.
He was positively losing his mind. No one was ever going to compete with this. Mark would have a pretty high bar to clear, Donghyuck thought deliriously, a broken moan slipping out when another grind nailed his prostate dead-on. He couldn’t wait to see what Mark had to offer too.
“I’m gonna come—” Donghyuck moaned, pushing back as much as he could under his dad’s weight. “I'm close, dad, please.”
“Come on, baby,” Johnny panted, fucking him harder. “Come for me.”
Donghyuck cried out and did just that, spilling messily over his own fist and stomach.
His dad let out his own moan above him. “Fuck, Hyuckie— so tight. Gonna come inside you, you want that?”
“Yes— please, come inside me,” Donghyuck begged, no ounce of shame left. “Want to feel it. Want you to fill me up.”
A handful of thrusts later he could feel the warm spurts inside of him when his dad finished and his spent cock gave another valiant twitch. It was more the thought of being claimed than the physical sensation itself that made his mind go fuzzy but he felt so cherished in the filthiest way possible.
Claimed.
Johnny stayed buried inside him as they both panted, exchanging lazy kisses. Jaehyun leaned in from the side, nuzzling into Donghyuck’s temple, then pressing a kiss to Johnny’s shoulder.
“So good for us,” Jaehyun whispered fondly.
Donghyuck could only hum contentedly, trying to get feeling back into his limbs.
He thought that was it and that he was done for the night — his body was practically mush, but after weeks of repression and frustration, something in him had snapped into overdrive apparently.
He was sprawled over the sheets, trading kisses and idle touches with both of his dads, all of them indulging in some easy affection when he felt the unmistakable press of a hard cock against his hip.
“Seriously…?” he asked, looking at his appa.
“Can’t help it when you look like that,” was what he got in reply, Jaehyun’s cheeks taking on that pretty flush which Donghyuck loved so much.
Jaehyun had laughed earlier in the evening, saying something about being “too old to get it up twice” but apparently he still had it in him. Wouldn't it have been a shame not to take advantage?
So he ended the night by riding his appa, straddling his thighs as he sank down onto his cock. Jaehyun filled him perfectly, not as overwhelmingly thick as his dad but long enough to press right against that spot inside him with every roll of his hips.
“Hyuckie…” Jaehyun breathed, grabbing onto his hips to guide him. “You sure you’re not too sore?”
He was. He was tired and sore and sticky but it felt so good that he didn’t care so he just shook his head. “Feels too good. Don’t stop.”
It was too much work for his poor thighs to keep riding, switching instead to grinding and rolling his hips, so oversensitive that every drag of his appa’s cock inside him bordered on too much.
“That’s it, baby… just like that. You’re doing so well.” His appa held him close with one arm around his back.
“I’ve got you,” Jaehyun whispered tenderly, thrusting up to meet his grinding. “Let it go, Hyuckie. Come for me again.”
Donghyuck shook hard, tears slipping down his cheeks from the intensity when his third orgasm crashed over him without warning, way weaker than the others but somehow deeper, pulling broken sobs and whimpers from his throat. Jaehyun followed close behind, his own release mixing with the come already inside.
Johnny watched them from the side with a fond, satisfied smile. “Such a good boy,” he praised, reaching out to rub a hand down his spine. “Taking everything we give you.”
Donghyuck could only nod weakly, feelings so utterly wrecked but also better than he’d felt in a long time.
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In the weeks after that, Donghyuck did employ their “help” a couple more times, just to make sure that it wasn’t a fluke.
One night after dance practice he let his appa fuck him in the shower and press him against the tiles as hot water poured over them. His appa took him deep and slow and he came so hard that his legs wouldn't stop shaking so Jaehyun had to carry him out and dry him off.
Another afternoon he crawled under Johnny’s desk during a meeting and sucked him off for the better part of that until his dad finally fucked his throat right after the call ended and made him swallow everything.
But Donghyuck’s favorite moment was the one morning when he woke up in their bed, rocking back against Johnny’s morning wood where it nestled against his ass.
Johnny stirred, taking note of what he was doing and murmured, “You want it, baby?”
Donghyuck nodded.
Johnny slid inside easily, his hole still slick from the night before and he got fucked onto his side until his dad came and his appa took his place, rolling him onto his stomach and pressing in right after Johnny pulled out. It was lazy and unrushed, both of his dads taking turns to grind him down into the mattress and fill him up until he was shaking, rubbing himself against the sheets as he came untouched with a broken little sob.
So all in all, things were looking up and he had stopped struggling to come altogether. Objectively, technically, or in whichever reasonable metric, he no longer required assistance. Subjectively, however, it was an entirely different story because none of them wanted to end the arrangement.
Look, it wasn't his fault. His appa overindulged him when it came to affection (not that he didn't do it before but now there was the added benefit of sex on top of his usual cuddles) and his dad—well…
Johnny was Johnny, which was its own entire problem that Donghyuck had long since given up trying to solve. The two of them had fallen into a game of teasing and riling each other up that Jaehyun liked to call “your weird foreplay.”
The point was, the original reason had expired and yet no one had brought this up, not once, not even to acknowledge it, and Donghyuck had decided that was everyone's wisest collective decision to date.
As for him and Mark, they finally managed to go all the way some time later and it was wonderful. It was intense and a little clumsy but only in the best possible way.
Donghyuck had been a bit nervous but Mark was ever patient and gentle, whispering sweet nothings to him about how beautiful he was and how tight he felt until Donghyuck came around Mark’s cock with his legs locked around his waist.
He practically floated the whole way home and by the time he finished telling both his parents about it, he was riding Jaehyun hard, Johnny’s fingers in his mouth, both of his dads looking at him with so much heat and affection that it made his chest ache.
They were genuinely happy for him and he could feel that. And if they showed him exactly how proud they were for the rest of the night, well…that was only for the three of them to know.