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It starts, as with most things, because Yoongi can't. Shut. His. Fucking. Mouth.
God, he really shouldn't have said shit, should have stayed pretty and quiet when Namjoon asked if they could help him with anything. In his defense he hasn't slept since probably yesterday (right? How long has he been in the studio?) and his decision making isn't the best with enough hours of sleep to be considered slightly comatose, imagine the type of decisions he makes when he doesn't even remember how a bed looks like.
So, when he said "help me moan" he hadn't really thought about it, hell, it just slipped out of his fucking mouth. Because it's always been there, this...thirst for the other two rappers. From the day he saw gangly 17-year-old Namjoon looking like a wannabe gangster (he was still so fucking cute? What the fuck? No matter how much he wanted to punch him in the face sometimes, he looked fucking cute and delicious and holy fuck did he give Yoongi a hard time), then he met Hoseok and the thirst increased, because not only did he have a hot rapper that could manage anything that worried Yoongi, now he also had a hot dancer that could move his body in ways Yoongi couldn't even believe (and he used to be able to b-boy) and in all honestly Yoongi doesn't know how he has managed to survive until now.
So anyway, he said that, to Hoseok and Namjoon, who looked at him like he had grown two heads before looking at each other and then, when Yoongi had actually realized what he said, when he was about to beg them to not make him leave the group, to not be disgusted with him, your typical hahahahaha lets just laugh it all off, Namjoon says the softest "ok" An wow Yoongi wants to fucking die.
"What do you mean ok?" He says, his voice trembling because Hoseok has moved his chair closer to the sofa, turning it around so its facing the other two, and they are both smirking, sharing words with their glances that Yoongi should understand because he has been with them for so many years but this is all so foreign. Namjoon standing up to massage his shoulders and let his fingers touch his nape making Yoongi bit his lip and close his eyes in concentration, because god how embarrassing will it be if he fucking moans so early on?, Hoseok opening his legs and moving the chair closer to trace the inner seam of his jeans, definitely feeling the way the muscles underneath shakes and trembles, is all so fucking foreign to him.
"How do you want us to make you moan, hyung?"
God when did Hoseok get so fucking close? Because he felt those words against his lips, before feeling those same lips on his neck kissing softly, down to his shoulder, where Namjoon has moved his shirt, letting the paleness shine under the harsh lights of the studio. Huge hands are now massaging his scalp, and then they are gripping harshly, and Yoongi moans now, because his head is pushed back, neck on full display for Hoseok to bite and lick at. Namjoon is nosing at his temple, before pushing Yoongi to his side and whispering against his ear.
"Hoseokie asked you a question hyung"
Yoongi wants to answer, he really does, but Hoseok is moving his hands to fondle the growing bulge between the elder’s legs, slowly pressing and massaging, it leaves Yoongi fucking breathless. And he fucking moans, god it's so loud he's afraid they've heard him everywhere, the walls not soundproofed enough to stop the sound that pushed out of his throat. Namjoon chuckles against his ear and kisses the lobe softly, before biting it and moving to play with the earrings that decorate Yoongi. Hoseok is watching closely, hand applying pressure to the eldest growing erection at the same time as it moves under his shirt, pushing it up for Namjoon to take in his hand. Yoongi is confused before the hand in his hair twists him to Namjoon, feeling plush lips against his immediately after. Of course Namjoon can't only be a good rapper and a good lyricist, no, he also has to be good at kissing, because the universe hates Yoongi, or likes him. He isn't sure and is not like he can think properly with how hard Namjoon is kissing him, tongue moving against the other rappers.
Just when he feels like nothing could get better, Hoseok attacks. He latches himself to one of Yoongi’s brown nipples, immediately biting the little nub. Yoongi probably screams, he's not too sure.
His hands come up to grab Hoseok’s hair, confused too because the eldest mind seems to be too dizzy to decide between putting him away or making him mouth harder against his nipple. Namjoon disappears for a second, but he's back soon, hand meeting Yoongi’s on Hoseok’s head, pushing him off the nipple he was passionately laving at.
"Hyungie can you sit on Hoseokie’s lap?" He says, and his hands are back on Yoongi, reassuring and grounding.
All the soft touches are making him dizzier and he just feels a bit overwhelmed when he nods and stands up, sitting on Hoseok instantly after. The younger gasps and throws his head back, the eldest of the three having sat down directly above his half hard cock, long neck visible to Yoongi’s awaiting eyes and he moves so fast to mouth against it, so so fast, he's worried he's going to faint.
He stops just to put his forehead on the crook of the dancer’s neck, breathing in the way Hoseok smells, familiar and just as grounding as the way Namjoon’s hands had felt. The youngest is sat right next to them, a hand on Hoseok’s hair and another on Yoongi’s back, moving up and down. It feels good, immensely better when he can feel Hobi’s hands join Namjoons but under his shirt, tracing patterns on the skin of his back.
"Hyung, are you ok?" Hoseok whispers against his ear, there's worry in his voice and Yoongi feels, more than sees, whats definetly a worried glance to Namjoon, who hums.
"I feel good it's just-it's just a lot"
The arousal is still there, thrumning all over his bones, but he also feels good like this, taken care of by his diligent dongsaengs, by this two who he might like in a very not friendly way.
"We can stop hyung, we just attacked you we should have-" Yoongi cut Namjoon off by grinding down on Hoseok and bringing the former to his lips again. They'll have time to discuss what this means for all of them later, when Yoongi doesn't feel as desesperate.
"You asked me how you wanted to make me moan right? Just touch me Joonie, you too SeokSeok" he's a bit breathless by the end of it, half because of the dark look in Namjoon’s eyes and the other half because of Hoseoks hands squeezing his ass, both of their hips grinding against each other. Hoseok throws his head back again, and Yoongi can see it's because of Namjoon, his hand tightening in the dancer’s hair. The eldest can just stare at how the youngest of the three brings Hoseok to him, kiss bitten and slick lips meeting heart shaped ones. The kiss is ferocious, it makes even Yoongi tremble, but it's also fascinating. He can't see who is dominating, who is submitting. It feels like watching an odd dance, the way Namjoon molds his head to deepen the kiss, how Hoseok bites at the plush lower lip so he can slip his tongue inside, pink and glistening for Yoongi to see.
He wonders if they've done this before, if Namjoon had ran his hands all over Hoseok like he did to him, if Hoseok played with his nipples like he had done seconds before. If all those all-nighters they spend together, in the dance studio practicing the latest choreography, were in reality spent exploring each other, making each other come undone. Yoongi is jealous, he's so jealous, even as he grinds harder down onto Hoseok just to hear him whine against Namjoon. He's jealous because they've had each other when Yoongi wanted them both, and if this is not a one-time thing, Yoongi will make sure he sees for himself just how well they've come to know each other.
Hoseok pulls back first, meeting his eyes, Namjoon biting at his neck and jaw. They stare at each other for a bit, and the eldest is fascinated by how red Hobi’s lips and cheeks are, by the sweat shinning on his hairline, by his ruffled hair that makes him already look a bit debauched, a bit ruined. Yoongi knows he's no better.
"How do you want to do- to do this hyung?" He punctuates each word with a squeeze, Yoongi grinding even harder, if possible, a top his erection. Namjoon is licking the shell of Hoseok’s ear, making his eyes tremble and his mouth open with a gasp. The pressure on Yoongi’s groin feels amazing, but he wants to feel skin against skin, wants to see the tanned bodies that have haunted him for so long.
"Take off your shirts" is Yoongi’s answer, he's already working on taking off his own when he hears the low chuckle that's undoubtedly Namjoon. He wants to be angry, because he knows the youngest is laughing at him, at how desperate he is, at the need dripping in his words, but any reply he has dies in his throat when he gets out of his shirt to be met by the image of Namjoon and Hoseok shirtless. The youngest rapper is curled against Hoseok’s side, head on his shoulder and an arm tracing patters on the soft lower tummy of the dancer. Namjoon is broad and slightly gangly, he has faint muscles here and there, nothing too drastic or shocking. He's a bit soft around the edges, a small amount of fat he got from not dieting as hard as they were asked (Yoongi himself had shared more than one late night snack with him). He's soft while Hoseok is sharp. He's lean and thin everywhere, his collarbones protruding and looking even sharper under the light of the studio. He's not as broad as Namjoon or Yoongi, but he has much more muscles than them. Muscles Yoongi can feel when he moves one hand to touch his chest, hears him whine and tremble under him. His tummy is a bit soft, but it’s probably because they are sitting, because Yoongi can feel the abs there, can see the way his skin shakes and turns with every movement underneath.
He moves another hand to touch Namjoon, to slide his fingers from a broad shoulder down to a nipple. Catching like a hawk the way Namjoon bites his lip at the contact, how hard he tries to suppress all of his noises. Yoongi pulls on it and the youngest goes with him, back arching at the contact. Hoseok chooses the second Namjoon comes back down against the sofa to press his palm on the youngers crotch. And this time Namjoon can't shut his mouth in time, a groan falling from his lips. It's irresistible, and Yoongi wants to drown in it, in the sensations the other two are bringing him and in the sensations he's bringing them. Namjoon pulls away from them to unzip his trousers, stopping just to look at the other two with pleading and needy eyes.
Who’s the needy one now? The eldest wants to ask, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he stands up and does the same, his lips curl into a little smile at the shocked gasps he gets when his cock is let free from his pants, it's nothing but complimentary, really. Hoseok follows their lead and takes off his own pants, his typical dancing shorts that drive Yoongi fucking mad. The latter sits down again on his chair and watches the other two. They are pressed against each other, and their chest are flushed and move up and down rapidly. Yoongi stares for a bit, at how long Namjoon’s legs look like against Hoseok’s, how thick his thighs are and how slim Hoseok’s are. He stares at their cocks too, because now that he has the opportunity, he's not letting it go, besides, Hoseok has decided to kiss Namjoon again, which will probably keep them busy enough not to shy away from the eldest gaze.
Namjoon is a bit thicker, his pubes dark and a bit long. Hoseok, on the contrary, is longer and almost completely bare, Yoongi guesses that his neatness also translates to his body, but he doesn't really care. He's assaulted by all types of images of the other two, and realizes that in the future, he could probably come just from watching them, without neither touching him. Namjoon pulls back now and looks at him, a long hand moving to his prick to move up and down, the other hand moving to Hoseoks own cock, giving the same treatment while the dancer busies himself with kissing all over the skin he has available in front of him. Yoongi gulps, he kind of wants to give him a blowjob, but he has another idea.
"Joonie, SeokSeok, wanna give me a blowjob?"
That gets both of their attentions, and in the next minute, Yoongi has his legs spread wide open, something that will undoubtedly leave him sore for days to come. But he also has Namjoon kissing his inner thighs and Hoseok kitten licking his shaft, a willing distraction. He puts his hands on their hair, Joon’s feeling a bit rough under his fingertips as he messages their scalp. Hoseok is looking at him when he takes the head in his mouth and Yoongi can't look away. It's not the first time he has been given a blowjob, and he certainly hopes its not the last, but it's as hot as the first time. Hoseok’s mouth is wet and warm, he doesn't take Yoongi in too deep, mostly concentrating on softly playing with the head while Namjoon licks where he can reach. Yoongi won't last long, the statement being confirmed when he sees how Namjoon and Hoseok kiss around his cock, both careful and dirty, the youngest large hand moving up and down his length while their tongues press against the crown and the head.
Yoongi feels like he might die, honest to god. It's messy and wet, Namjoon takes him all the way in twice without chocking, eyes teary and cheeks red. Hoseok tries once and almost chokes, so he sticks to sucking his balls or the head. The eldest feels his stomach grow warm with how fast his release its approaching, warning then between gasps and moans. When he does come is almost like he's dying. His entire body tenses, legs closing up and thighs quivering. Namjoon is the one that takes the load, since Hoseok is too busy marking with kisses and bites the skin of his inner thighs. The youngest rapper pulls off, careful not to get Yoongis comes everywhere, as he milks him through the rest of his orgasm. Most of it lands on his lower belly, Yoongi grimaces as he feels it pooling on his body. It feels somehow cold, against his heated skin. He opens his eyes the second he realizes he had closed them, coming face to face with the sight of Namjoon and Hoseok kissing between his legs. Despite having just come, he still feels the flare of arousal cursing trough him when he sees it. Hoseoks flushed cheeks and Namjoons eager mouth.
They separate slowly, both with their hands on Yoongi’s body. Namjoon smiles cheekily at him, dimples flashing and eyes just this side of glazed over.
"Can you make us moan too, hyung?" And who is Yoongi to say no, despite the cheesiness of the sentence? It's a bit complicated, the eldest a bit sluggish from his orgasm and the other two extremely eager. They settle with Namjoon on the sofa, Hoseok between his legs and Yoongi kissing him while toying with his chest. He makes the filthiest noises the oldest rapper has ever heard, sounds he swallows and keeps deep within him with every kiss he delivers to plush lips. Hoseok seems to know exactly what to do to make the youngest keen and whimper, plays him to his heart content. Yoongi watches with nothing but amusement how he pulls back for the second time, just when Namjoon was on the brink of orgasm, to slow everything down. Namjoon whines both times, hiding his face in the crook of Yoongi’s necks when Hoseok teases him for turning into a whiny baby when he gets edged. Yoongi just snorts a bit, unsexy and at odds with the situation, and kisses the youngest cheeks, Namjoon pulling him in so he can kiss his lips, red and a bit sore by now. He swallows the groan Namjoon lets out the second Hoseok decides to play with his balls.
When Hoseok does let him finish, Yoongi is busying himself with licking all across the broad chest, but he still catches the sight of Hoseok’s hands moving up and down Namjoon’s shaft, pink tongue still lapping on his slit. The body of the younger shakes when the orgasm hits it, probably overwhelmed with the sensation of being touched by two people and finally being given release. Hoseok swallows with a grimace, and Yoongi does laugh when the younger stands up to spit Namjoon’s cum into the trashcan, erection heavy between his legs. The latter has his head on his hyung’s chest, a stupid smile on his face as he also watches Hoseok, a bit dizzy and extremely content. Hoseok is the last, and he's happy with Namjoon and Yoongi giving him a hand job that ends with Yoongi doing the actual hand job and Namjoon muttering filth in the dancer’s ears.
Yoongi catches some of it, something about how pretty Hoseok looks, how pretty he looked with his hyung’s cock in his mouth, with Namjoon’s cock in his mouth. Yoongi’s own breath catches when Namjoon talks about a next time. A time when they take every moment they can to melt each other. Asking Hoseok if he would like to get fucked, his pretty hyung opening him up and pressing him against the mattress, or if he would like to fuck Yoongi, to have him moan below him or riding him. Yoongi ends up swallowing Hoseok’s cock the second he says he’s close, missing the moment he comes but basking in the aftermath, in the glow and hopeful smile all over his face when he looks at Yoongi. Namjoon is looking at him too, and Yoongi can't do anything but kiss them, Hoseok first and then Namjoon. The kiss is soft, almost innocent, and full of promises (also full of the taste of Hoseoks come if the way the younger cringes is anything to go by).
Yoongi is then assaulted with doubt, the second he pulls away from Namjoon. The younger must sense it, because there's a hand in the back of his neck, pulling his forehead against his. Hoseok is watching them closely. His hand moving to Yoongi's hip closest to him. It's reassuring, and the eldest feels overwhelmed again.
"I know talking about feelings is not your forte but-" Hoseoks chuckles when Namjoon is kissed by the eldest rapper. Because yes, Yoongi is not good when it comes to talking about his feelings, but he's good at expressing them in other ways. Like writing songs, rapping, or kissing the daylights out of the reason why he's been sexually frustrated for like, how long? When he finishes with Namjoon, he makes it his mission to attack Hoseok next, for all those erections he got after dance practice. But Hoseok is in the mood to play or something, because he pulls away when Yoongi moves to him. It's weird, and awkward. Because Hoseok and him are naked, Yoongi with his lips in the middle of a kiss while Hoseok is grabbing his face and laughing his ass off. Namjoon joins in on the attack, kissing all over Hoseok’s cheek even though the later screeches because Namjoon also licks his cheek and between shouts of "stop licking me" and "you are both gross" they manage to kiss Hoseok.
On the way back, sitting in Namjoon’s studio and eating greasy food, Yoongi speaks. "So about the next time-"
( Only some time later, when they are in the dorm cuddling in Yoongi’s bed, does he realize that they never really turned the recording off)