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There’s an issue with the hotel rooms, and a conference and a convention in town means there’s no fix, either. How hard is it to book the correct number of hotel rooms, Yudai wonders. How hard is it as a hotel to honour your bookings? Why is it even possible to book more rooms than the hotel has? Sometimes he thinks if he were as bad at his job as some people are at theirs he wouldn’t have made it out of the practice studio; certainly wouldn’t be making the company any money to pay their employees to fuck up hotel bookings.
“It’s not even that bad,” Taki says, not as if he’s trying to convince the rest of them, but as if he actually believes four people to a hotel room is acceptable at this point in their careers. “Just like our __ dorm.”
“The difference is we chose to all sleep in one room at that dorm,” Yudai replies. “We weren’t forced to.”
“Taki might have a point. I think this room might be nicer than that dorm,” Euijoo offers.
So, they’re all tired and Yudai is irritable: this is not how he wanted to spend his evening. Things would be different if it were just him and Taki. He could journal in peace with Taki softly talking to himself in the background while he played his little mobile games and unwind without having to be conscious of sharing the space with an additional two people.
Way back when, there was a time while Nicholas was away that Euijoo slept in his and Taki’s room more often than not, because he couldn’t stand being alone. Taki was a given: like a cat, it didn’t really matter where you put his bed because he was going to sleep in yours anyway.
Sometimes, when things were particularly bad — when their monthly evaluation had gone poorly, when Taki was put on a new unsustainable diet, when Yudai honestly thought he couldn’t take it anymore and would happily return home to Tokyo rather than endure another day of this rotten, endless purgatory — the three of them would clamber into Yudai’s bed and sleep curled up like puppies seeking comfort in the heat of each other’s bodies. Yudai would make eye contact with Euijoo past the snuffling lump of Taki’s sleeping body and they’d share a look, just for a moment. Sometimes, that look was enough. Other times, it felt too much like a plea to be productive.
Now, they play rock-paper-scissors over who gets to use the bathroom first. Nicholas wins and Euijoo spends a full five minutes staring at the closed bathroom door before he plucks up the courage to follow him inside. Nothing new there. Nothing anyone hasn’t seen before.
Yudai forbids Taki from getting on the bed in his airport clothes and he whinges about it but flops himself down in one of the ugly, stiff bedroom chairs instead. Their flight was delayed by two hours, which hasn’t helped the vibe. Yudai can feel a thin layer of other people’s dead skin all over his body.
While he waits for the bathroom to be free, Yudai peruses the room service menu and decides how puffy he wants to be based on how much sodium he assumes is in each dish. The calorie information is only so helpful. Ultimately, Yudai knows it’s pointless because Taki is going to take one look at the menu and order six different dishes. He’ll eat whatever Taki doesn’t, he supposes. Maybe if the company staff didn’t want to foot the bill then they should’ve tried a little harder with the rooms.
“Do you think they’re fooling around in there?” Taki asks, whispering around his grin.
“Don’t be gross, Taki,” Yudai replies, but it’s a fifty-fifty chance.
Taki rolls his eyes at that, scorned at the lack of gossip.
When Nicholas got back from his military service, there was a period of time where he and Euijoo shared a room again. It wasn’t all that long before the competition show started, in the grand scheme of things. The preexisting tension between the two of them had gotten exponentially worse after Nicholas returned, to the point where even Taki picked up on it.
There was a breaking point, like with all things. It was past 3am but Yudai was still awake and mad about it on the floor of his and Taki’s bedroom because Taki was sprawled so far out on the bed it was impossible to sleep with him, and anyway the wooden floor was good for his back. He kept hearing snippets of conversation from the adjoining bedroom and had nothing to do but listen.
Nicholas’ Korean was getting really good from all the time he spent speaking it with Euijoo to avoid practising Japanese. Yudai couldn’t make out what they were talking about but felt the mood shift through the wall. The creak of the cheap bed frame followed by Euijoo crying out confirmed his suspicions. He had laughed silently in disbelief, torn between being happy that they figured themselves out and pissed off that it wasn’t him, and that wasn’t even beginning to touch on how they were stupid enough to jeopardise their budding careers by having sex with each other and—
do not wake taki up, he texted Euijoo, because his phone was never on silent. Sure enough, there was a ping from the other room followed by a muffled curse.
sorry! came the response. A softer creak this time from the bed frame, a slower pace. Yudai laughed to himself, almost loud enough to wake Taki.
By the time Euijoo and Nicholas make it out of the bathroom — pink and shiny and a little bashful on Euijoo’s end — Taki has fallen asleep in his chair. So Yudai takes his turn in the bathroom, even though he came dead last in the rock-paper-scissors.
In the shower Yudai tries and fails to scrub three layers of skin off of his body. He deep conditions his hair because it’s so horribly dry he feels the need to apologise to his stylist even though she’s the one who’s doing it to him. The water helps decompress, helps him see that this is simply not the end of the world.
After, he taps Taki awake with two fingers on his puffy cheeks. “Taki-chan, bathroom’s free~” And Taki comes to with a terrible grumble and stumbles inside. Euijoo passes him his toiletry bag through the door not ten minutes later when he’s already in the shower and realises he forgot.
The mood improves tenfold after they eat, which is very predictable in an annoying way that makes Yudai wish he wasn’t chained to the human condition.
It’s not really unusual for the members to gather in hotel rooms to eat, so as the time slips by it begins to feel like two of them could feasibly leave at the end of the meal, but it also stops being a big deal that two of them aren’t. The rest of the members in the group chat are finding a little too much pleasure in their predicament, but they’re all flying out tomorrow and who knows what the situation will be like then.
“Should we send them a picture?” Taki asks, already opening his camera. The rest of them crowd in, Euijoo and Nicholas on what didn’t need to be assigned their bed and Yudai leaning against Taki’s side, inhaling a big whiff of his shampoo as he does. The cluster of beer bottles on the night stand get sneakily cropped out of the frame, but the colour in their cheeks tells the members all they need to know. The spread on the table between them is decadent. Definitely revenge for the mess up.
“Ha, Fuma-hyung says what are you guys even complaining about?” Nicholas reads the message from the chat.
“Tell him to imagine being stuck in a hotel room with the maknaes,” Yudai says, to which Taki shouts a weakly offended, “Hey!” but Nicholas is already typing.
“I don’t think that’s a fair comparison,” Euijoo says.
“Would you rather be stuck with them than us?” Yudai asks.
“Well, no, obviously not,” Euijoo says.
“Maki and Harua are both typing,” Nicholas says, giggling as he locks his phone before either of them have a chance to defend themselves.
All four of them clean up together. One of the many downsides of eating in the hotel is that the room smells like food for the rest of the night — so Yudai cracks a window behind the closed curtain to air the room out before they sleep.
The evening winds down. Taki is happily chatting away to their fans on Weverse, lying on his tummy next to Yudai on their bed. His shirt has risen up his back exposing the dimples at the bottom of his spine. Yudai lays next to him and contemplates being the first to suggest they turn in for the night, debates being the responsible adult in the room.
Euijoo and Nicholas are talking softly between themselves about their plans for tomorrow after their shoot. Yudai listens in because it’s not like he has anything else to do. He and Taki don’t appear to be invited, but that’s fine. By the time they’re done filming tomorrow there’ll be five other boys to commandeer if Yudai wants company.
“Nico, no—” comes Euijoo’s rushed voice, louder than when they were making plans. Taki and Yudai look over at the same time to see Nicholas pulling away from the failed attempt at a kiss.
“Eh~ Euijoo, it’s just us,” Yudai jeers, kind of mean with it. He sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Euijoo flushes, embarrassed. Cute! So cute! Nicholas looks far too pleased with himself. When he leans in again Euijoo lets him make contact: just a peck. Chaste. Euijoo rolls his eyes when he pulls away. Taki cheers, always so thrilled to see his friends in love with each other.
There had been a lot of doubts and endless conversations about the two of them. Yudai cornered them shortly after the first night he heard them fooling around, told them without mincing his words that if they let this affect their performances then he was more than ready to throw them under the bus, that nothing was going to stand in the way of him debuting — certainly not their puppy crush turned fling. In the end, they smashed the next monthly evaluation. So Yudai unclenched.
Then they broke up for the first time before the show, so Yudai’s threats had been for nothing. They hadn’t even needed to tell their new members. Of course they found out in time, when they inevitably got back together and broke up again and took it in turns making it different members’ problems.
There’s a version of Euijoo to be missed. Yudai sees him here now: flushed and smiling, happy to be kissed but embarrassed that Taki and Yudai saw. The spark in his eyes reminds Yudai so much of the boy that raced with Nicholas to practice every morning, the boy that ran himself ragged in the practice room, the boy that liked to be held — allowed himself to be often. There were times when Yudai was alone with Euijoo long after Taki had been put to bed where he could imagine he was just in an apartment with his friends like a normal 20-something. That he wasn’t fighting for the right to begin the rest of his life everyday.
Then there’s Nicholas, eyeing Euijoo with an irrefutable hunger, like he’s a clueless bunny rabbit in the middle of an open field. He’s had half of one of Euijoo’s beers. It’s clearly gone straight to his head.
What would they be doing if they were alone? It isn’t hard to imagine. Nicholas would probably be three fingers deep already, Euijoo clinging to him, moaning on every crook of his wrist. He can get loud when he loses himself, or he could, but maybe that’s another thing worth missing. It was one thing when it was just the four of them sharing a dorm and Taki was always asleep early and they lost their shame about Yudai hearing. Living together all as one completely took it off the table; Yudai never heard them together then, but isn’t sure they were an item then anyway.
He wants to ask: what’s it like living with Harua? Do you like him listening in? Ever asked him to join? Does he even know?
Nicholas kisses the sensitive spot behind Euijoo’s ear. Euijoo shivers.
“Sorry, I think we’re getting in the way of your night,” Yudai says.
“Oh god, shut up,” Euijoo groans.
Nicholas grins as he looks back and forth between them. He must miss that version of Euijoo from back then, as much as Yudai does. More than Yudai does. That’s the boy he fell in love with; wide eyed and less afraid. Yudai could ask: what’s it like loving this Euijoo?
“I think I’m drunk,” Euijoo says.
“You’ve had one beer,” Taki says.
“One and a half!” Euijoo argues.
“Please, you can drink me under the table,” Yudai says. His tolerance is really something to marvel at, if not a little concerning that he’s able to hold onto himself like that.
“He’s right, you’re not drunk,” Nicholas says. Euijoo wrinkles his nose at him.
When he looks back up at Nicholas from where his head is on his shoulder there’s a moment of eye contact. Yudai can feel the want radiating off Euijoo, off his body, from across the room. The look in his eyes is almost unbearable to witness, whatever it is. Nicholas feels it too, directed at him like a lighthouse beam. He leans in again and this time Euijoo lets him. Taki lets out a big breath like he’s the one being kissed.
It’s more than just a peck. There’s a shuffle; Yudai can tell that Euijoo wants to be in Nicholas’ lap. The angle is a little awkward, but it lets Yudai and Taki see everything — maybe that’s the point.
“Are you jealous?” Yudai whispers in Taki’s ear. Taki shudders all the way down his body. He shakes his head. Hesitates. Nods. He’s watching the two of them with rapt attention.
“Can I just say I think it’s unfair that we’ve all kissed someone else in this room apart from Taki,” Yudai says, too loudly.
Euijoo freezes. Nicholas frowns at him, a pinch of his brow.
“You’ve kissed Kei-hyung?” Nicholas asks through his powers of deduction.
Euijoo’s eyes are so wide as he laughs meekly and replies, “Yeah. Pre-debut! We were kinda drunk then, too…”
“Where was I?” Taki and Nicholas ask at the same time.
“In Taiwan,” Euijoo answers at the same time as Yudai says, “Asleep.”
A movie night gone south. Honestly they were both kind of sad; the pressure was getting to them and neither of them had a healthy outlet for it. Yudai isn’t sure who leaned in first, but he’s pretty sure it wasn’t him, pretty sure he has some boundaries, but he did kiss back, so.
“I guess hyung was so bad you had no choice but to try me next,” Nicholas says. Euijoo swats at him.
“Try it for yourself,” Yudai says, puffing out his chest.
Euijoo and Nicholas share a look, followed by a nod as if they can read each other’s thoughts, which they probably can. And then Nicholas is getting off the bed and is in front of Yudai and for a second Yudai thinks Nicholas is going to get into his lap, but he doesn’t. He takes Yudai’s face between his big hands and kisses him square on the mouth. Taki shrieks like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. Nicholas’ tongue is in his mouth, demanding. Forceful, even. Yudai pushes back, holds Nicholas by the back of his neck to get him closer.
The wet click their lips make when Nicholas pulls away rings in his ears. Yudai wipes his mouth without thinking.
“That wasn’t bad,” Nicholas says, “I would’ve pursued that.”
Euijoo rolls his eyes. “It was like five years ago! I was probably thinking about you!”
“Ouch,” Yudai says.
“Okay, next one,” Nicholas says.
Taki giggles and squirms all over the bed like a big excitable worm, climbing onto his knees so that Nicholas can get to him. What’s gotten into all of them? Yudai can’t remember the last time he felt like this, like a teenager. Like tomorrow morning they’re all going to return to their family homes having learned something new about each other.
Euijoo watches from the other bed, legs crossed, cheeks pink and mouth slightly open in awe as his maybe-boyfriend repeats his performance and lays one out on Taki. Yudai watches the way Nicholas’ tongue fucks into Taki’s mouth — can still feel it in his own mouth from just moments ago. Taki looks so content to be kissed, unbridled energy bubbling just below the surface.
The dazed expression on Taki’s face makes Yudai burst into laughter that Nicholas follows.
“Thoughts?” he asks, because that’s the game.
“Hm, a little sloppy but that’s part of the fun. Wet, eager,” Nicholas reviews him like a glass of wine.
“Oh my god,” Taki groans, covering his face with his hands. He peeks between his stubby fingers to say, “I still haven’t kissed Euijoo-hyung.”
“Come here, then,” Euijoo says, much to Yudai’s surprise. Taki is launching himself off the bed in seconds. In his excitement he almost bowls Euijoo over getting on the bed, pushing Euijoo onto his bed so he can attack his mouth.
Nicholas’ hand lands on Yudai’s shoulder, squeezing just a little. In turn Yudai leaves a hand on the bottom of Nicholas’ back as they watch their tipsy friends kiss. It lasts longer than the last two. Taki’s tongue is bright pink every time he pushes it between Euijoo’s lips. Yudai is proud of him for taking the lead, although it’s not hard with Euijoo, who seems perfectly content to lay back and take it. He holds Taki with both hands passively on his shoulders, delicate by nature.
Then, Euijoo gasps and Taki pulls away in a panic. He opens his mouth to beg something, but Euijoo beats him to the post by announcing, “Taki is hard.”
Taki groans and buries his face in Euijoo’s neck as Nicholas and Yudai burst into laughter, but he has the mind to keep his hips at bay out of respect. Yudai can see the heavy line of Taki’s dick through his pyjama shorts.
“Wow, Taki, you’re really something,” Yudai says.
“I’m sorry!” Taki wails. “You’re a good kisser!”
It’s cute! It’s so cute and sweet. Yudai is going to get a cavity.
“Thanks,” Euijoo says, brushing Taki’s hair behind his ears. Tender, like he wasn’t just being humped by their maknae.
“I helped, right?” Nicholas asks.
“‘m not answering that,” Taki grumbles.
Yudai follows Euijoo’s gaze as he looks to Nicholas, wishes he could tell what they’re telepathically communicating to one another. Nicholas nods once, smirking just a little in the corners of his mouth, and that’s all it takes for Euijoo to kiss Taki’s cheek, urge him with his nose for Taki to turn his face back towards him. Yudai can’t believe what he’s seeing here. Euijoo is looking at Nicholas with half lidded eyes — desire? — but Yudai is looking at Taki as Euijoo reaches up to cup Taki’s cock through his shorts.
Taki chokes on nothing, hips bumping forward instinctively. His mouth is wide open in disbelief. Yudai’s might be the same.
All of the air disappears from the room, straight out of the window they left open. Yudai doesn’t dare speak, the moment balancing on a knife’s edge. He didn’t know Euijoo had it in him. Did Nicholas know? Nicholas’ hand is on the back of his neck now, massaging firmly. He might as well be groping him.
Euijoo squeezes his thin, beautiful fingers around Taki’s cock and giggles when it makes Taki crumble on top of him.
“What’re you—” Taki starts to say.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Euijoo asks with his big, innocent eyes. He plays coy so beautifully Yudai almost can’t tell it’s a massive farce.
“That’s not funny,” Taki says, voice strained. He licks his lips, doesn’t dare look around the room.
“He’s not joking,” Nicholas says.
Taki whimpers. Nods. An obvious yes.
Privately — like so extremely privately Yudai would never say it out loud because the police would be knocking at his door — he always thought he would be Taki’s first. Or should be, even. In a strange way, he felt like he was owed it. Taki’s first kiss was technically Yuma and that stings. The opportunity never came up for the two of them. Even now they live together with just sweet Jo separating them. Taki still likes his contact naps sometimes, still wants to be held. Although he doesn’t mind if it’s Jo or Yudai; probably that’s part of the problem. So maybe it’s not rational to be jealous that Taki loves all of their members, but—!
Euijoo guides Taki back down to his mouth. Taki stops the illusion of respect and drops his weight down onto Euijoo, who huffs just a little — Taki is a big boy — but doesn’t break contact.
“Yah, this is crazy,” Yudai says, voice coming out strangled and too high. Nicholas snorts.
“Do you guys do this a lot?” Yudai can’t help but ask. Kind of wants to ask if they’re perverts or just open. If they’ve fucked any of their other members right under his nose. Surely not. He’d be able to smell it if Nicholas ever fucked Harua. No way he’d be able to keep that to himself. It would make Nicholas too jealous to include Fuma, and anyway Yudai has him marked for a rainy day.
“No, never. We might as well have fun though, right? You can step out if you want,” Nicholas says.
“Are you crazy?” Nicholas laughs, squeezes his nape.
Yudai watches Taki hump Euijoo with the passion of a horny teenager and isn’t sure if Taki is even aware he’s doing it. He wants to be the one pushing his hands under Taki’s shirt, he wants to be the one Taki is fucking his tongue into, he wants so much all that can some out of his mouth is a dumb, “Yah. Crazy.”
Taki moans slightly too loud. Euijoo’s hands are all the way down his back, pulling his shirt up to reveal the expanse of smooth, tanned skin. Euijoo himself is a vision. All the times he’s heard Euijoo through shitty apartment walls — he can’t quite believe this is what Nicholas had beneath him.
And then, just as Yudai starts to consider what it would be like if he pulled Nicholas down into his own lap, Taki warbles out a panicked, “Oh no,” and is shuddering above Euijoo. The look on his face, the tone of his voice, tells Yudai all he needs to know. He whines, thin and reedy, his hips bumping against any part of Euijoo’s body as he spills into his pyjamas. “Guh,” he groans, bright red all the way down his neck.
Euijoo looks at him with a fondness most people would not have offered someone who just prematurely ejaculated above them. He’s smiling when Taki dares to open his eyes.
Nicholas is leaving his side to join them on the bed, the spot where his hand was flushes cold. He leans over both of them to kiss behind Taki’s ear reassuringly. If Taki hadn’t just come then surely this would’ve also tipped him over the edge. Taki is shorter than both of them, but he’s stockier, looks bigger when they’re laying in a pile like this. Looks consumable.
“Did it feel good?” Euijoo asks.
“Sorry, I think I ruined it,” Taki says.
“It’s okay,” Euijoo says in the tone of voice that would make Yudai feel bad if it were directed at him. But it’s their Taki, so he just nods. “Do you wanna watch us?”
He nods harder, bangs flopping. “Okay, back to your owner, buddy,” Nicholas shoos him off the bed and back to Yudai.
Taki has underwear full of come on that he’s too self conscious to do anything about. Yudai pulls him down into his lap so he can squeeze him tight, squeals in an annoying way because Taki had his first sexual experience and it was with Byun Euijoo of all people. He just has to laugh.
“Good job, Taki,” he says, even though Taki really didn’t do anything of note.
Without Taki in the way, Nicholas and Euijoo return to their familiar positions. Euijoo gets up onto his knees and takes Nicholas’ face in his hands to kiss him. Like this, Yudai can see his erection politely tenting his shorts.
“You made Euijoo feel good, Taki-chan,” Yudai whispers straight into Taki’s ear, is able to see the way Taki’s line of sight hones in on Euijoo’s dick. “It’s a shame you couldn’t go all the way with him, hm?”
Predictably, Nicholas and Euijoo kiss like two people with a long history. They’re taunting each other, all tongue and teeth, pushing. Always pushing. There’s no cameras for Euijoo to hold back for so he doesn’t. He bites Nicholas’ mouth, hands all over him. Ah, Yudai thinks, this is what they were up to those years ago on the other side of the wall, only no doubt clumsier. Yudai would put money on Nicholas being Euijoo’s first but Euijoo probably wasn’t Nicholas’. Has Euijoo slept with others during their little breaks? How scandalous would that be? It’s not like either of them would tell him.
It’s encapsulating to watch them; the familiarity of their movements, how Nicholas’ hand cups the back of Euijoo’s head with a tenderness that does not match the way his tongue fucks into Euijoo’s mouth. The phantom feeling of it returns to Yudai. He’s never been a big kisser; his hookups, always transactional in nature, never lasted longer than they really needed to.
Bringing people back to the dorm was inconceivable when they were trainees, even when they were left alone for concerning periods of time. Yudai could’ve brought someone back every night if he wanted to and the company staff would’ve been none the wiser, but what would he have done with Taki? Just wait outside our bedroom Taki-chan, I need to fuck this girl, it won’t be too long — 20 minutes, okay? Maybe 25. Some girls need longer than others to warm up, you can remember that.
Taki moans a feeble little noise along with Euijoo when Nicholas slips his hand past the waistband of his shorts. Yudai mimics the motion on Taki, drawing another choked out moan from him. The insides of Taki’s shorts are wet and too warm but he’s already hard again, jerking as Yudai wraps a hand around him just like Nicholas is doing to Euijoo.
“You made a mess, Taki-chan,” Yudai teases lightly. He pulls his hand down slow but firm, dragging Taki’s foreskin over the head of his dick. He kisses behind Taki’s ear, the side of his jaw, chin on Taki’s shoulder to watch the other two.
“Feels gross,” Taki says. He’s breathing heavy like he’s getting fucked, overwhelmed by what’s happening to him and around him.
Nicholas pulls back just long enough to whip his shirt over his head, quickly followed by Euijoo’s. Nicholas has always been proud of his body, working out as little as he needs in order to maintain it. He’s broader than Euijoo but that’s not difficult. The line of Euijoo’s body is delicate, swan-like.
Yudai wastes no time in mirroring them, his hand sticky with Taki’s jizz as he disrobes him. Nicholas notices first, detaches himself from Euijoo to murmur, “Pretty,” in Korean. Taki whines, less comfortable being topless around them.
“Who would you rather be?” Yudai asks, unsure or uncaring if the other two hear.
“I don’t know,” Taki replies, voice strained.
“Yes, you do.” He tries to match his movements to Nicholas’ anyway, tries to match the path of his broad, all consuming hands. Also tries not to be jealous that Taki wants him. He’d settle for Euijoo — hell, he’d probably say yes to anyone under the right circumstances, this boy. The opportunity just never comes up for the kids, and it would be too weird anyway.
“Who would you rather have?” Yudai tries a different approach.
Taki, unwilling to give Yudai what he wants, looks up at him with his big wet eyes and says, “We haven’t even kissed yet.”
Yudai laughs, unable to help himself, surprised but endeared all the same. He grabs Taki’s chin so he can kiss him. Nicholas was right about wet and eager, of course. Taki’s mouth is so wet that it’s kind of off putting, to be honest, but Yudai holds him there and gives his all.
It’s a scramble of limbs as Nicholas and Euijoo shed the rest of their clothes. Euijoo is laid out on his back with his head towards the back of the bed. He weakly and unhelpfully covers himself with one delicate hand as Nicholas goes to grab the lube from his bag.
Taki is thrilled to be shed of his gummy pants, but there’s still drying cum all over him. He leans back against Yudai’s chest like they’re watching a romantic movie and not about to watch their friends have sex. His cock is red and aching, hard enough to rest upright against his soft belly.
“This is weird,” Euijoo says. He’s still blushing, his small hand barely doing anything to cover his little cock. Maybe he’s looking for reassurance that this is all alright. There’s a real fear of Euijoo retreating into his own head here. Getting self conscious — or more self conscious than he already is — it’s Nicholas job to make sure that doesn’t happen.
“He used to like that you could hear us,” Nicholas says as he rejoins Euijoo on the bed. Yudai cackles at the look Euijoo gives Nicholas. Thinly veiled fury, as much as Euijoo is capable of.
“Wow, Euijoo, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I did not,” Euijoo protests.
“He likes that Harua can hear us now. We know he listens,” Nicholas says, pulling Euijoo by the hips into his lap like he weighs nothing and Euijoo just lets him like a doll.
“That is not true,” Euijoo says, breaking off into a shy groan as Nicholas slicks up his hole with two wet fingers. Yudai can’t tell if Nicholas puts them inside, has nothing to go off but the movements of Nicholas’ wrist.
He holds his cupped fingers up to Taki’s mouth and whispers, “Spit,” into his ear and isn’t quite prepared for how much liquid comes out of Taki’s mouth. Unperturbed, Yudai wastes no time in reaching down down down to between Taki’s legs. “Spread for me,” he says, dripping Taki’s spit all over the bedspread as Taki complies. He throws a leg over Yudai’s thighs, spreads himself wide open for Yudai, tilting his hips forward when he realises what Yudai is about to do.
Yudai coats Taki’s hole with his own saliva, rubs his fingers over it and feels the immediate give. Taki’s complete trust in him could make his head explode. Taki whines, high and kind of reedy. Has he played with himself like this before? Yudai bites his ear lobe, realising Nicholas and Euijoo are staring at them.
Yudai smiles, checks to see if Taki’s eyes are open or closed and finds him staring directly at Nicholas. He pushes one long finger into Taki, revelling in the heat of his body, makes eye contact with Euijoo. Taki moans, bearing down against him.
“Do you like it?” Yudai asks. Taki nods. Whimpers. “Want more? Want your hyungs to see you?” Taki nods again. Yudai decides against making him say it out loud and slips a second finger in beside the first, feels the first hint of a stretch. How is he so gummy inside? He’s not even human.
“That’s crazy hot,” Nicholas says.
“Nico— please,” Euijoo begs. His cock is leaking onto his belly.
“Look,” Yudai says as if Taki is looking anywhere else as Nicholas lubes himself up.
He positions his cock between Euijoo’s legs and begins to push forward. Euijoo gasps, face breaking open as his body accepts Nicholas. How many times have they done this? Yudai pulls his fingers almost all the way out and pushes them back in at the same pace as Nicholas. So careful as to not hurt Euijoo; their leader, always bound so tightly, taking his boyfriend’s cock with hardly any stretch at all. Yudai would call him a slut if he didn’t think it would close him up completely.
“Kei-hyung,” Taki moans, frustrated by the pace.
“Patience, baby,” Yudai says.
Yudai waits because Nicholas waits once his hips meet Euijoo’s body, fingers still inside Taki, who clenches and makes himself moan. He braces Taki to him with his other arm over his chest, pinching Taki’s little brown nipple just to hear him yelp.
Nicholas leans down to kiss Euijoo and it’s so tender it’s kind of off putting for Yudai but Taki whimpers at the slide of their tongues, the sound of Euijoo’s strained breath. Yudai is hard and pressed claustrophobic against the base of Taki’s spine. He pays it no mind, too focused on the boy sprawled across his lap.
It’s only another moment before Nicholas starts to move and Yudai follows him, drawing his long, thin fingers out and pushing them back into Taki’s fluttering hole. Taki won’t stop clenching around him, desperate for more. If Yudai wanted he could slip his pants down and pull Taki onto his cock just like that, but part of him thinks he should probably save Taki’s real first time for something more special. They can revisit things when they’re back in Japan, perhaps. If this isn’t a seal breaking, then what is it? Yudai wants to be able to see Taki’s face when he puts his cock into him for the first time.
It’s a rough angle and his wrist will probably ache tomorrow, but it’s so worth it for the sweet noises Taki can’t stop making as Yudai abuses his prostate. When he looks down he sees Taki’s ruddy cock spitting pre onto his soft tummy. A stiff breeze could push him over the edge right now.
Nicholas watches Yudai finger Taki while he fucks Euijoo. Watches the place where Yudai’s fingers are buried inside and then looks up to Taki’s red, sweaty face and back down again.
Euijoo doesn’t mind. His gaze keeps landing on Yudai and then flittering away again when they make eye contact. Embarrassed, even now. His mouth is open as he pants, stroking himself in time with Nicholas’ thrusts. They’re all so in sync with one another Yudai wants to make a joke about their dancing. If only they could all bring this energy to the practice room every time!
“You’re so pretty like this, Euijoo-yah,” Yudai says in Korean. Euijoo’s back arches weakly, a sweet moan slipping past his open lips.
“He is, so perfect for us,” Nicholas says. He bends to nip at Euijoo’s collar bones, no doubt would love to bruise them up if he didn’t have to worry about work.
Yudai swats Taki’s hand away from himself when he goes to grab his cock. Taki whinges, grips Yudai’s thighs instead, digging his nails in.
“You don’t need that, do you Taki?” Yudai says. “You’re nearly there, huh?”
“Kei-hyung,” Taki whines. He’s looking at Nicholas. Yudai wishes he weren’t. “Please, I need it—”
He’s gulping around his breath. Needy! So needy. There’s beads of sweat on his upper lip, his chest. What would he be like getting fucked? A swimming pool in his belly button. Salty under Yudai’s tongue.
Nicholas speeds up but Yudai keeps the same steady pressure where Taki needs it the most. He grabs Taki’s chin and turns it towards himself so he can kiss him, pushing his tongue into Taki’s mouth as he starts to come for a second time. Taki’s mouth goes lax as he trembles in Yudai’s lap, spurting all the way up his chest despite having come once before.
“Good boy,” Yudai praises him when he pulls away, not letting go of his chin without planting another few kisses to his mouth. Taki has the mind to kiss back this time. Yudai pulls his fingers out, gives Taki’s loosened hole a couple of taps for good measure, feels Taki jump beneath him.
“Fuck,” Nicholas curses, voice rough. He drops down onto his forearms, cages Euijoo all the way in, no longer performing but chasing his orgasm inside Euijoo’s body. Euijoo holds Nicholas’ neck with one hand as they kiss, the other trapped between their bodies. Yudai watches the shift of his shoulder as he continues to strip himself raw.
Yudai holds Taki close to his chest. He’s still breathing concerningly heavily, whimpering with the aftershocks of his orgasm as he watches the other two. Yudai can’t tell who finishes first between them. Their kissing deteriorates until they’re breathing into each other’s mouths and then Nicholas is choking on a groan, hips rabbiting and then stopping completely. Euijoo sobs, face breaking open, squeezing Nicholas tight with his knees pressed into his hips as he shakes through his orgasm.
After, Yudai suggests another game of rock-paper-scissors for the bathroom and receives no less than two withering looks and a giggle from Taki in response. Nicholas and Euijoo go first, like the first time.
It’s like they’re back in their shitty dorm with one bathroom. Or it’s like they don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, like this could’ve been a trip they planned just between friends. Like regular 20-somethings on a city break. Yudai doesn’t really want that life, not really. He wouldn’t have spent so many years fighting for this life if he did. But, still, it’s kind of romantic to entertain it for a few brief moments while he waits for the shower.
Taki, freshly showered and back to smelling sweet, worms his way between the sheets next to Yudai. He’s smiling big and cheesy, unable to stop himself.
“Did you have fun?” Yudai asks.
Taki nods. “I can’t believe we did that,” he says.
“You’ll be sore in the morning.”
Taki groans softly and squirms, embarrassed.
“It’s okay, Euijoo will be too,” Yudai says.
“Goodnight!” Euijoo says too loudly.
Yudai laughs and doesn't miss how the other three follow.