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A 1920s Mob boss and a vampire walk into a frat house. Normally there was supposed to be a punchline, but Donghyuk couldn’t think of one. He was too busy lecturing Jaemin on how he can’t just ‘claim’ to be dressed as a vampire from the 20s if he isn’t actually dressed like he’s from the 1920s!
“What? thuddenly a V-neck thweater never existed in the 20z?” Jaemin had a slight lisp because of the fangs that he was wearing, all his ‘s’s slurred cutely—or it had been cute, for the first few minutes.
“Jaemin you know what I mean . You weren’t even supposed to come as a vampire! You were gonna be a sexy paperboy!”
“Oh whatever, I’m a vampire paperboy then.”
“You can’t be a vampire paperboy without the little—ya know—” he gestured above his head vaguely as he shouldered past two people dressed as a ketchup and mustard bottle, “—little newsboy hat and the trousers and stuff.” Finally reaching the neon-green jungle juice, accurately named ‘Toxic Sludge’ this year, Donghyuk poured them each a cup.
Jaemin rolled his eyes, taking the cup Donghyuk offered him. “Well, I didn’t have any of that. But! I did have theze.” He pointed at the two party-city fangs.
“Yeah because that’s what you wore last Halloween. Do you have no shame?”
“Nope!”
Donghyuk stared at him. “Babe, I gave you a whole month to prepare this year. I even told you exactly what you need in order to be a sexy paperboy. Now the whole couple outfit is completely useless.” Donghyuk threw up a hand, waving around his fake cigar.
“A three-way Halloween couple outfit wasn’t really going to work anyway, Hyukie. It was a good effort, though,” Jaemin said softly, placing a hand on Donghyuk’s shoulder to comfort him, as if it wasn’t his fault it didn’t work out. “I mean I kind of athume Renjun isn’t actually going to follow through anyway either. Not with the outfit we gave him.” Jaemin snickered and Donghyuk scoffed.
“What? He better... He lost that bet fair and square!”
Jaemin gave him a pitying little nod, patting him on the arm supportively as Donghyuks carefully planned 1920s themed couple outfit fell apart. The Best Couple Costume prize was slipping out of his fingers as he stood there with his noticeably not-a-sexy-1920s-paperboy vampire boyfriend and with his bet-losing second boyfriend nowhere to be found.
Donghyuk sighed long and hard before downing all of the nauseating liquid in his cup. As the burning juice dragged its way down his throat he was forced to watch Jaemin struggling to drink from his own cup, fangs getting in the way. Eventually, after at least a minute of fangs clinking against the red solo cup, Jaemin gave up and poured the contents in his open mouth instead of taking the stupid fangs out.
“I can’t believe we’re dating… I should have left you at home,” Donghyuk mumbled, voice dripping with fondness despite himself, eyes wandering the packed floor of the frat house. The lights were mostly off and instead, they could only see from the glow of the many string lights, glow sticks, and strobe lights. The decorations, while shitty, had taken a long time to make—Donghyuk would know, he helped put it up with his other frat brothers. Brothers whom he hoped he wouldn’t run into now, feeling silly in his high-waisted suit pants, suspenders, fedora, and fake cigar. He looked like an idiot on his own, but, he supposed, this was a college party , so there was always someone wearing a more embarrassing costume somewhere—the usual slutty bunnies, sexy doctors, and shirtless firefighters walking by, with a few wild card costumes thrown into the mix to create the absurdity that was the Halloween college frat party. Donghyuk was right at home really. Renjun though… he might stand out a little.
“You actually managed to drag one of your elusive boyfriends to a party?”
Johnny, their frat president and Donghyuk’s Big, strode over to the pair in his predictable Freddie Mercury costume, looking Donghyuk up and down with a raised brow.
“I’m a mob boss.” Johnny blinked at him. "‘You’ll be sleepin with the fishes’ ya know?” Donghyuk tried, tipping the cigar and striking a pose.
“Oh, I see.” Johnny snapped his fingers, smiling. “You look buff, nice shirt,” he added, clapping Donghyuk on the arm before promptly turning his attention to Jaemin and holding out his hand. “We’ve met before, right?”
Jaemin nodded wordlessly, finally looking a little shy about his stupid fangs as he took Johnny’s hand. Donghyuk’s two boyfriends were something of an enigma in the frat, and some of the older brothers had thought he’d completely made them up for a while. It wasn’t his fault that both his boyfriends hated parties! It was a miracle he even convinced them this time, so maybe he should just be happy Jaemin came at all.
“How are your costumes related?” Johnny asked, looking between them.
“They’re not.” Donghyuk threw a glare at Jaemin, who just shrugged. “We were supposed to be from the 1920s, but Jaemin hates me.”
“Yup.”
“Well, he could just be a vampire from the 20s?” Johnny offered.
“Thee!” Jaemin said as Donghyuk scoffed.
“Where’s boyfriend numero tres ?” Johnny asked, glancing around.
Donghyuk let out another sigh. “I don’t know! He said he was going to pregame with Jeno and Mark, but now I think he might have chickened out. He got the short end of the stick with—what was supposed to be —our couple outfit so...”
“Renjun doesn’t seem like the type to chicken out,” Johnny reassured.
“Yeah, at least he has a little more spine than this idiot.” Donghyuk jabbed a finger over his shoulder at Jaemin, who had gotten his hands on a cookie and was trying to figure out how to eat it. He still refused to take the fangs out.
Jaemin should be glad that, somewhere in the sarcastic cold depths of Donghyuk’s heart, he found his boyfriend’s absurd silliness endearing. In a lot of ways Donghyuk had known what he’d been getting himself into when he and Renjun had asked Jeno’s weird hot friend out all those months ago—he wouldn’t change it for the world, truly… but holy fuck sometimes Jaemin made him wonder.
“Well if Renjun shows up you might still have a chance at that prize, right? Don’t look so down, have some more—fuck, what did we call it? toxic waste?”
Donghyuk laughed warily, “I think I will. Somehow the four shots I took earlier still aren't enough…” Getting totally shitfaced wasn’t out of the question when it came to the annual Halloween party. Their frat threw the biggest one on campus after all, and with the constant press of bodies and stuffy air, it was hard to enjoy if you weren’t at least a little fucked up.
Jaemin was only having fun because he’d had an edible—giggling way too loudly at something Johnny said to him as the older said goodbye. Donghyuk sort of wished he’d had one now as well.
“Hey!”
Donghyuk spun around only to get a pair of pecs right in his face.
“Ah, Jeno, put those things away!” Donghyuk cried dramatically, covering his eyes. “Have some decency!”
“Decency? At a college party?” Jeno was dressed as a pirate with a little eye patch and bandana, but his shirt was unbuttoned down to where it was tucked into his pants. Jeno had always been kind of a slut, so he really should have expected it.
Mark was also a pirate of some sort, but at least he had the modesty to not show his tits.
“Nice boobs dude.” Jaemin slapped Jeno on the chest a little too hard, the man hissing and sending the vampire a little half-hearted glare. Jaemin didn’t notice, laughing too hard.
“Did you bring our other boyfriend?” Donghyuk asked over the music, unable to decipher where the two had come from as a big group of people entered the dark entrance room, obscuring the doorway.
“Yeah, he was right behind me…” Mark got on his tippy toes to peer over the crowd, swaying dangerously. “Oh there he is.”
Donghyuk followed his finger and—cue the record scratch and slow motion—he nearly dropped his cup at the sight he was met with, the crowd parting biblically to reveal, red eared and dripping with glitter and sex, Renjun.
Beautiful, blushing Renjun.
His sparkly beaded silver skirt clung to his hips, barely reached the top of his thighs where his stockings ended. His slim midriff was out in the open, the skirt’s matching crop top hanging from his shoulders. He had a luxurious feather boa draped around his arms, and elbow-length silver gloves. His black and white hair was slicked back tastefully to accommodate the bedazzled headband and tall feather to one side.
He was their 1920s flapper, sporting the skimpiest (and rather historically inaccurate) little flapper outfit Donghyuk and Jaemin could find. It was supposed to be a joke, embarrassing even, with the amount of skin it revealed, but Renjun looked… fuck, he looked really good . There was no arguing he was a flapper, even a long-necked cigarette holder resting between his fingers—the whole package. The skimpiness had backfired, and he looked gorgeous . They’d created a monster—a sexy, sexy monster.
Renjun was sparkling as he squared his shoulders, perking up at the sight of them. He waved, looking a little more at ease as he strode over, hips swaying slightly due to the little high heels he wore. A few passing smurfs stared a little too long as he walked by.
That’s Donghyuk’ s boyfriend. Wow.
“Hey~” Renjun approached Donghyuk first, smiling as he grabbed the straps of his suspenders and then snapped them with a giggle. “What's with the face? Do I look as dumb as I feel?” He swayed his hips a little, looking down at himself with a frown, the skirt fluttering up at the movement.
“I—”
Jaemin answered for both of them, grabbing Renjun by the waist and pulling him into a kiss right then and there. Jeno and Mark stumbled back, laughing. When Jaemin parted Renjun just blinked at him.
“That's good right?”
“Yeth.”
Renjun laughed in Jaemins face, laying his forehead on his shoulder while Jaemin sent him a dumb fangy smile. Donghyuk finally slid up, eyes raking up and down his slim figure, laying a cheeky hand on his ass—it looked splendid covered in sparkly beads.
Renjun smelled of alcohol and his neck was already flushed a happy, buzzed red. Renjun had never been one to dress slutty, Halloween or not, so he’d gotten himself thoroughly sated before heading out. His nerves were now damped under a comfortable blanket of alcohol and his boyfriends equally dizzying touches.
“Why are you a vampire?” Renjun asked Jaemin as he came down from laughing, fixing some of the hair that rested along the vampire’s forehead. “Don’t get me wrong, you look good— really good in this sweater, but what happened to our couple's costume?”
“Well, I didn’t think you’d actually come in the costume we bought.” Jaemin looked down between them, admiring the sparkly beads and jewelry that hung around Renjun’s delicate neck. His hand wandered to the lacey choker around his throat, running a finger under it thoughtlessly. Donghyuk’s eyes followed the movement with unwavering attention. “And maybe I just wanted to take a bite of you,” Jaemin tried, wiggling his eyebrows as he flashed the fangs.
Renjun snickered again, cheeks dusted a pretty pink under their combined gazes, “My outfit is that good, huh?”
“I can’t believe you walked here like that, babe,” Donghyuk whispered, hand squeezing Renjun’s butt.
“I know, right!” Renjun let out a little exhausted breath. “The heels were killing my feet! If I didn’t wear them all the time for my plays then I’m sure my feet would be bleeding by now.”
“That’s not really what I meant, Junnie.” Donghyuk couldn’t help smiling. “You probably turned a lot of heads.”
“I know,” Renjun admitted, voice low as he looked away, trying to bite back a grin at the jealous scrunches of his boyfriend’s faces. Honestly, he liked the attention he was getting, bouncing the tip of one foot on the ground coyly.
“What are you guys whispering about?” Mark asked loudly. “Are we going to party or what?”
“Fuck off, Mark,” Donghyuk and Jaemin both snapped at the same time, not even blinking. There was no way either of them was letting Renjun go for even a second. Jeno threw an arm around a pouting Mark, getting the message and steering them away and toward the drinks.
“No partying?” Renjun asked, swaying them all a little, leaning back into Donghyuk. Donghyuk took his waist in his hands, grip firm.
“Did you want to party?” Jaemin asked, nosing around the column of his exposed neck. Renjun melted into the touch, fingers curling a little tighter into Jaemin’s sweater. The brush of the plastic fangs ghosting over his skin left behind goosebumps.
“I did , but now…” Renjun hummed, eyes fluttering shut. He adjusted his legs a little before snorting, eyes going right to Jaemin. “Are you hard?”
“Yup,” Jaemin answered right away, smiling easily. “You’re really thexy.”
Donghyuk rolled his eyes and finally pried Jaemin’s mouth open himself, popping the fangs out and pocketing them. Jaemin pouted and smacked his lips, but didn’t protest beyond a whine.
“I liked the fangs…” Renjun frowned at his now very human boyfriend.
“If I’d given it a few more minutes you would have liked it a lot less,” Donghyuk deadpanned. “They get less sexy with every passing second.”
“They were getting in the way,” Jaemin relented, running a tongue over the now freed top row of his teeth, smiling devilishly. To show exactly what he meant, he dived in for another kiss. Free of the fangs, his tongue was able to roam free, pushing in between Renjun’s lips to taste the tangy alcohol flavor that stuck to his teeth.
Renjun hummed, clawing at him a little as Jaemin pushed a thigh between his legs. Donghyuk took the opportunity to kiss along the back of Renjun’s neck, addicted to the hitch of the smaller’s breath.
Renjun was the one to break the kiss first, holding Jaemin back with a hand to his chest. He was blushing furiously. “We’re in the middle of Donghyuk’s frat entrance hall,” he reminded them.
“Did you want to move somewhere more private?” Donghyuk asked, breath hot on his neck.
“It took me an hour to get ready and you’re really already going to tear it all off? I mean… It’s a shame, don’t you think?” Renjun’s voice was teasing, boarding sultry as he sent Donghyuk a fake pout over his shoulder, glossy bottom lip caught between his teeth as he resisted a smile. Donghyuk’s grip tightened.
“I don’t know if I can wait, babe,” Donghyuk admitted, running his hands up and under Renjun’s crop top, feeling the warm skin there.
“Maybe get me another drink and I might consider it...” Renjun checked his nails with pursed lips.
“Really?” Jaemin asked, excitement clear in his wide eyes. All it took was a nod of Renjun’s head, his tall feather swaying with the motion, for the two of them to spring into action.
They stopped by the kitchen, Renjun quickly pouring and throwing back another shot with Donghyuk, their arms and gazes locked for the love shot. Jaemin turned his drink down, high enough already. He was busy leaning his weight on Donghyuk, hands on his hips as he swayed them to the loud music, eyes on Renjun across from them. Donghyuk’s fingers prickled even more eagerly with the strong warmth of all the alcohol in his veins. Jaemin didn’t help when he started laying lazy kisses to the back of his neck, pushing the hardness of his clothed cock into Donghyuk’s ass.
“Don’t leave me out boys,” Renjun snickered, taking Donghyuk’s hand and leading the way to the stairs.
It was quiet on the second floor, restricted to frat members. There was only the heavy thump of the base and the smoke from the smoke machine that had billowed up the stairs and sat like fog on the floor, their feet disappearing beneath its white murkiness. All the bedroom doors were tightly sealed, locked to keep out people from taking their business to one of the frat beds. People like the three of them.
“Shit.” Donghyuk pursed his lips as he stared at the locked door of his own room, hand flying to his empty pocket. He’d left his keys inside. “Jaehyun must have locked it…” his eyes were already searching for someone else’s room. “Why don’t we try...” He looked back to his boyfriends, words dying in his throat.
Jaemin had pushed Renjun up against the wall, tongue down his throat and hands pushing his skirt up his thighs as Renjun wrapped his arms around the man's neck to bring him closer. Jaemin’s fingers pressed into the flesh of Renjun’s hips, pulling a whine from the man.
Donghyuk wetted his lips before finally getting his feet to move again and grabbed the collar of Jaemin’s sweater, yanking him off their sexy flapper boy. Renjun, a little breathless, adjusting his skirt and following after them.
“This way.” He went for Doyoung’s door, face splitting into a big grin as the doorknob turned. “As expected,” He snickered, pushing into the clean room. Only one lamp in the corner was on, enough to bath the small space in a gentle white glow. Doyoung’s room always smelled like the incense he burned, practically unnoticeably now with whatever toxic frat party smog was leaking through the floorboards.
“Whose room is this?” Renjun asked, closing the door behind them cautiously.
“Don’t worry about it.” Donghyuk’s voice dropped a few octaves now that they were alone, throwing the fedora off and pocketing the fake cigar. He dragged his eyes over Renjun. The smaller was leaning against the door, one heeled foot pressed to it, and eyeshadow-dusted eyes slowly taking in the space before landing on Donghyuk.
“If you say so...” Renjun tilted his head a little, feather swaying and jewels around his neck sparkling. The lock slid shut as Renjun turned it behind him, feigning innocence as he smiled easily at Donghyuk. “Oops.”
The smooth plane of his exposed midriff beckoned Donghyuk, quivering with every short, excited breath he was trying to conceal. Renjun arched into him when Donghyuk grabbed him, hand on his jaw and lips sliding against his own. Renjun tasted good tonight.
The fluffy boa draped itself at their feet, forgotten in the dance of hands and lips between them.
“Fuck, you guys are so hot.”
Donghyuk smiled into Renjun’s lips, breaking the kiss to glance at his other boyfriend, who’d made himself right at home on Doyoung’s sheets, head resting on a big plush polar bear as he palmed himself through his jeans.
Jaemin, even with his half-lidded eyes, got a perfect view when Donghyuk pulled up one of Renjun’s legs to his hip, partly exposing the bright red of his little underwear where the skirt rode up his thigh. Of course Renjun wasn’t wearing boxers… how could he in a skirt that short? It still had Jaemin swallowing, wetting his lips as he squeezed himself.
“You’re really fucking sexy,” Donghyuk said dumbly, as if the thought had just come to him.
“ Poetic .” Renjun chuckled at his stupid lovestruck face, tickling his chin. “You’re cute when you're horny.”
Jaemin snorted from the bed.
Donghyuk scoffed, feigning annoyance as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, leaning his weight on the hand he had pressed next to Renjun’s head. “Don’t patronize me,” he whispered, trying his best to be intimidating—even if it was just to get another pretty laugh from either one of his boyfriends.
Renjun just smiled at him, playing along. “Oh no, please don’t. Don’t hurt me, big bad boss man. I didn’t mean it…” He splayed a hand over Donghyuk’s black button-up, eyes wide and lips pulled in a pout before grabbing one of his suspenders and snapping it extra hard.
Donghyuk yelped, clutching his pec, the skin stinging. Just then, in his moment of weakness, Renjun seized the opportunity and grabbed the back of his neck roughly, yanking him closer. His grip was strong, breath hot on his ear. Donghyuk held his breath.
“I think we all know who the real boss is here, dear,” he whispered, stern. A shiver like lightning zapped up Donghyuk’s spine. He swallowed, shocked as Renjun nipped at Donghyuk’s earlobe before pulling back, an evil grin on his lips.
“Fuck.” Donghyuk bit back a groan, pressing his hips into Renjun’s and hoping the man noticed how hard that had made him. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” he hissed the promise into Renjun’s jaw.
“You better…” Renjun was still messing with him, but the shortness of his breath gave away how he was actually feeling, fingers digging into Donghyuk’s shirt. Feeling daring, Donghyuk used his strength to spin the man around, the door knocked against its frame as the mob boss pressed the flapper to it.
Renjun’s breath hitched.
Donghyuk had full access to his butt now, grabbing it with both hands and squeezing. Renjun closed his eyes, leaning into the door and pushing his ass into his hands, ears glowing a bashful red as Donghyuk pulled up the back of his skirt to expose the lace of his cute underwear.
Jaemin hummed appreciatively.
Renjun was panting as Donghyuk grabbed his hips, pulling them back so he could sit his hard-on snuggly between his cheeks. He laid a few kisses to the back of Renjun’s neck, one hand snaking to his front. Renjun’s head knocked against the door as Donghyuk started palming him, hips trying to rut forward into his hand but Donghyuk’s grip on his hip didn’t allow it.
“You always play games even though you’re already so hard,” Donghyuk scolded, clicking his tongue. Donghyuk’s other hand found the choker around his neck, tugging at it.
“Mm…” Renjun rocked his hips back instead, desperate for any kind of friction anywhere. “It’s because you’re easy to play with.”
Donghyuk scoffed again, but didn’t deny it, making sure to hold Renjun just a little tighter to see the way he winced. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… Jaemin,” Renjun breathed, blinking his eyes open to look at the man on the bed. “Hyuk, I want to feel both of you…”
That was more than enough to convince Donghyuk.
Jaemin smiled, happy to have Renjun in his hands as the smaller sat himself down on his lap. Donghyuk climbed up behind Renjun, hands back on his hips as if they belonged there, nosing up and down his neck before Jaemin snatched Renjun away as he pulled the smaller in for a kiss.
Donghyuk could see the slide of their tongues, the fingers that Jaemin was pushing into the hair at the back of Renjun’s neck. Eager, he experimentally rocked Renjun’s hips forward. Both his boyfriends gasped, their cocks dragged against each other.
“Do that again, Hyuk,” Jaemin commanded.
Donghyuk pressed his hips into Renjun’s, pushing the smaller forward once again. They both groaned and Donghyuk grabbed onto Renjun’s hips fully, setting a slow pace of using Renjun to grind on Jaemin. It was insanely hot and Donghyuk couldn’t help letting out an airy whine of his own, looking down at where Renjun’s ass sat against his bulge. The suit pants were starting to hurt now and he desperately wanted to throw them off already, but he was far too caught up in the little noises he was pulling from both his boyfriends.
“Stop, stop,” Renjun breathed suddenly, a hand coming back to still Donghyuk. They all took a moment to breathe in the stillness, the thumping of the music returning in the silence. Donghyuk was all tingly, head swimming a little with the buzz of shitty frat alcohol and arousal.
Impatient, he whined a little. “What is it?”
“It was starting to chafe, I need…” Renjun let out a huff, a blush creeping up his neck. “Ah, just fuck me already, Lee Donghyuk!”
“Cute,” Jaemin cooed, hand petting his side. Renjun blew a stray strand of hair out of his face, glaring down at Jaemin.
“He can dish it, but can’t take it, hm?” Donghyuk teased, excited now that he knew Renjun was just as worked up. Nothing was more fun than getting Renjun riled up. He was the cutest when he was pissed. “Our cute little boyfriend.”
“You guys can just fuck each other instead then.” Renjun huffed, crossing his arms.
Jaemin and Donghyuk exchanged a look before shrugging.
“Okay.”
“Sounds good.”
Renjun screeched as Donghyuk shoved him aside, landing on Doyoung’s bed with a bounce. Jaemin giggled, dragging Donghyuk closer roughly and bringing him into a kiss. Jaemin knew what he wanted when he kissed, sucking at Donghyuk’s bottom lip and licking into his mouth with all the skill of a man who had been campus’s biggest fuckboy freshman year. Donghyuk wouldn’t say Jaemin’s stellar kissing skills were the main reason he was dating the man, but god if it wasn’t up there. Every time they kissed it reminded him exactly what he kept coming back for.
He pulled a throaty whine from Donghyuk with nothing but his tongue, hands resting inactively on his thighs. It was insane. Maybe he would just let Jaemin fuck him tonight instead.
Renjun rolled his eyes, sitting on his elbows. “Unbelievable.”
Donghyuk and Jaemin both smiled, finally pulled apart and turned to their pouting boyfriend at the same time.
“Come here, babe,” Jaemin patted his lap.
Renjun kept his head turned to the side, stubborn. Cute .
Donghyuk snickered and leaned over, grabbing his ankle and dragging him. Renjun yelped, about to yank himself away when Jaemin also latched on. There was no way he could escape, but he tried, giggling loudly as they pinned him between them, littering his skin with kisses. He was ticklish and so he squirmed wildly.
“Okay fine! Fine!” Renjun relented, breathless when Jaemin finally crawled off him. Before the man could get too far, though, Renun grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back to the sheets—strong when he wanted to be. “I liked this position,” he explained, sitting himself back on Jaemin’s lap. He slid a little lower though, hand quickly working to open the buckle of Jaemin’s pants.
Jaemin, the cocky high-as-a-kite bastard just put his arms behind his head, smirking.
“Jaemin gets his dick wet before me?” Donghyuk whined, returning to his spot behind Renjun and shaking him a little. Renjun clicked his tongue and sent him a little annoyed glance over his shoulder, hands busy as he yanked down Jaemin’s pants enough to get at his boxers.
“I like Jaemin’s dick more. It’s pretty. Want it in my mouth,” Renjun replied simply. Jaemin squeezed his eyes closed, thighs tensing under both of them as Renjun finally grabbed onto his shaft, pulling him out of his boxers and giving him a teasing little yank.
Donghyuk whined again, loud and extra needy as he rutted into Renjun, grabbing at his thighs. Renjun didn’t react to him though, even as he started biting at the skin of his neck, eager to leave a mark.
“Poor Hyuk, don’t be so mean to him, babe...” Jaemin sounded far off, eyes glued to his dick, where Renjun’s small fingers wrapped around it.
“ Tsk , as if. We both know he likes it.”
Donghyuk let out a huff, frowning. “That’s not true… Well… Ugh, whatever. Come on, touch my dick too. You have two hands for a reason!”
“I don’t think evolution gave us two hands to hold two dicks…” Jaemin said wistfully, eyes still hooded and red-rimmed. “Wait, why do we have two hands? Why not like six? What the fuck...”
“I don’t know. Don’t stress about it, baby,” Renjun said kindly, patting him on the cheek before leaning down and sucking his entire cock into his mouth in one movement. Jaemin threw back his head, hand instantly going to the man's hair.
Donghyuk batted his hand away protectively though, needy and jealous as he smoothed over the perfectly styled waves of Renjun’s black and white hair. Plus Renjun would be mad if they ruined his look.
Jaemin grabbed Donghyuk’s hand instead, lacing their fingers together and grinning at him. His grip tightened when Renjun’s head bobbed down, moaning around his dick.
Donghyuk whimpered, grinding himself into Renjun. He was going to cum into his fucking pants just watching them if Renjun didn’t let him do something soon.
As if reading his mind—or more likely just reading his body language—Renjun let Jaemin’s cock go and pushed back into Donghyuk. “You can touch now,” he said, voice shaky anda little hoarse.
Finally given permission, Donghyuk flipped up the man’s skirt and yanked down his underwear.
“Oh fuck, lube,” Renjun reminded him, biting down on his lip as he looked over his shoulder.
“This is a frat room so there has to be something,” Jaemin said.
Donghyuk snickered. “Oh don’t worry about that. I know Doyoung has lube.”
Renjun twisted back to look at him, eyebrows raised high. “This is Doyoung s room? Also, what?”
“He and Taeyong fuck like every morning, so it has to be around here somewhere.” Donghyuk gave Renjun’s butt an appreciative smack before climbing off and going right for the nightstand.
“I like Doyoung though… he’s going to fucking hate me when he finds out,” Renjun mumbled.
“It’s fine, everyone fucks in Doyoung’s room.”
“Poor Doyoung.”
“Oh don’t worry, he deserves it. He and Taeyong wake up the whole fucking frat—There it is! Predictable,” he said as he retrieved the bottle, slamming the drawer shut and climbing up behind Renjun again. “Oh, it’s strawberry flavored.”
“For real? Of all things...” Jaemin propped up his head, scowling.
“Poor Jaemin. Good thing you’re not the one fucking me then, hm?” Renjun whispered slyly, kitten licking at the tip of Jaemin’s cock.
That shut him up, head thumping back to the bed as Renjun began working on sucking him off again. Renjun, king of giving head, didn’t disappoint as he sunk down, mouth hot and slick around Jaemin, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Renjun’s throat. He whimpered when Renjun swallowed around him, tight and rough.
Donghyuk was a little envious, but only for a second. After all, getting head from Renjun was good, but fucking him… phenomenal.
Lube finally warmed between Donghyuk’s fingers, he pushed Renjun forward and pulled his hips back so he could get full access to his ass. Renjun complied, deep throating Jaemin again in the process and pulling a throaty groan from the man.
Donghyuk circled one finger around the inviting pucker of Renjun’s hole, watching the way the man’s back tensed. He ran a hand up his spine as he pressed his finger in, feeling the full-body twitch of his muscles under his hand and around his finger. It wasn’t long till he was adding a second, pumping his fingers in and out, watching the process with apt attention. When he added the third Renjun hissed, moaning around Jaemin’s cock and making the man arch off the bed a little.
“I’m gonna—” Jaemin bit down on his lip, hips bucking up at their own accord, making Renjun choke briefly. The sight was absolutely vile, hot spit dribbling out of Renjun’s mouth and down the base of Jaemin’s cock to pool at his balls.
He was cumming before he could even really appreciate it.
Renjun struggled to swallow it all down, Donghyuk choosing then of all times to crook a finger and hit his prostate. Trying to swallow and moan at the same time led to the filthy sight of cum running down his chin, face scrunched up and hands reaching blindly for something to hold onto.
Jaemin hummed at him, dragging his thumb over his chin and using the corner of his sweater to clean up the rest from his face. Renjun panted as he finally pulled himself off his cock, holding onto Jaemin’s waist as Donghyuk thrust his fingers in again.
“Go easy on our poor Renjun,” Jaemin warned, sending Donghyuk a little look.
“Mmm, but he doesn’t like it easy. Isn’t that right, Injunnie?”
Renjun let out a little half-hearted growl in response, throat ruined. Donghyuk smirked and pressed his hand to Renjun’s back, pushing the man's face to Jaemin’s stomach so he could spread him wide, pulling his fingers out. Struggling to unbuckle his stupid suit pants with one hand, he eventually opened them, shouldering off the suspenders and rolling up his sleeves.
Jaemin hummed appreciatively. “You look good in that fit, you should keep the sleeves rolled up.”
“Think so?” Donghyuk asked casually, cocking an eyebrow as he pushed down his pants a little and freed himself from his underwear.
“Yeah, yeah, just fuck me like a big bad mob boss already,” Renjun’s said, voice slurred slightly, desperate and already leaking into his little panties, “or whatever the fuck.”
They both chuckled at him as Donghyuk slipped on the condom, lubed up and lined himself up. “We all suck at dirty talk.”
“I wasn’t trying...” Renjun defended, pride wounded. “I think I can be pretty good when—Ah-!”
Donghyuk pressed in, using a hand on Renjun’s hip to ease himself in. Renjun was tight around him, and his eyes rolled back for a moment at the feeling. Only when he was fully sheathed did Renjun let out a few short breaths, nails digging into Jaemin’s waist. Jaemin just pet the side of his boyfriend’s head supportively, enjoying the show.
“What was that you said again?” Donghyuk teased, having fun as he slowly, deliciously dragged out again. Donghyuk knew his stroke game was good, cockiness well deserved as Renjun tensed up, mouth hanging open. “Didn’t you say you liked Jaemin’s cock more? It’s mine that drives you crazy though, isn’t it?”
“Fuck, you’re kind of hot right now,” Jaemin mumbled, watching Donghyuk and absently stroking Renjun’s hair, as if in a trance. “If you still haven’t cum by the time our Renjun does... I’ll fuck you afterward.”
Donghyuk’s hips stuttered and he let out a shaky breath, having to take a moment before getting back into it, speeding up his pace a little as the image of taking Jaemin’s cock planted itself. “Oh really?”
“Mm, yeah. I like fucking you. You whine a lot—noisy,” Jaemin mused, just thinking out loud. It had Renjun groaning though, fingers tightening their grip on his sweater as Donghyuk thrust into him, bouncing Renjun forward with each snap of his hips.
“As much as I appreciate it, I don’t think I’m going to be able to—mm, shit—last,” Donghyuk admitted, letting out a gravelly chuckle. “Renjun is so tight, so good, so pretty. Fuck.” He was gritting his teeth as he looked down between them, where his cock disappeared into his boyfriend's slick entrance. The wet squelch and tiny pants that left Renjun's lips with each plunge of his cock was giving him a head trip.
“A shame. Next time, then. I know our Renjun likes to watch, after all. Likes when I fuck you rough.”
“Jaemin, shut up. Fuck,” Renjun bit out, reaching up and blindly trying to cover his mouth only for Jaemin to lick his finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the digits, smiling around them when he saw how Renjun’s breath quickened. Unable to just watch any longer, he pulled Renjun into a kiss, and, as an afterthought, he pushed his thigh upward, between them, to give something for the poor man to grind into.
With every thrust from Donghyuk, Renjun found friction on Jaemin’s leg, sending sparks down his back. Renjun moaned into Jaemins mouth as the man kissed him lazily, lips and tongue sliding together in an agonizingly slow dance, a stark contrast to the steady yet mind-numbing pace Donghyuk had set.
Leaning over Renjun slightly, Donghyuk adjusted the angle of his thrusts, lips quirking upward when the man cried out.
“Bulls-eye?”
“Shut up!” Renjun gritted out again with an exasperated sigh, ears a bright red. He might have complained more, but Donghyuk hit the bundle of nerves again and he went limp, face scrunched up as pleasure rippled through him. It didn’t help that Jaemin’s curious hands had worked their way under his crop top, hands cold against the warmth of his ribs as he found what he was looking for. “Fuck, mm—” Renjun couldn’t even kiss Jaemin back, too focused on the way he rolled the bud of his nipple between his finger, on the drag of Donghyuk’s cock inside him.
It was all too much—too good.
Renjun let out a strangled cry as a warning, which was promptly swallowed down by Jaemin’s hungry kiss. He came between them, frozen for a moment as the chill of hot pleasure sizzled through him like a firecracker. Jaemin smiled at him, humming as Renjun let out a little overstimulated cry with each continued thrust of Donghyuk’s hip.
Donghyuk wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, using Renjun’s whole body to find his own climax as he desperately fucked into the man. Renjun was arched before him, the pretty line of his spine taut like a bow as the crop top fell to his shoulders, ass pushed back to meet his thrusts—stunning. As Renjun came he clenched around Donghyuk, tighter than ever. Donghyuk threw back his head, moan so loud and obscene he could have put a porn star to shame.
“So noisy,” Jaemin chastised, taking the chance to sit forward and land a swift slap to Donghyuk’s exposed butt. It had Donghyuk wincing, having to catch himself with a hand on either side of Renjun to keep from falling on top of them. His hair fell in his eyes as he breathed, pleasure still flowing through his veins from his climax.
“You’re the one… who's been blabbing… this whole time,” Donghyuk retorted between pants, glaring at him from under his bangs.
“I have a lot to say.” Jaemin just shrugged.
“Mm, my legs are tired…” Renjun’s words were muffled by Jaemin’s sweater, face buried in his chest, between his pecs.
“Sorry, babe,” Donghyuk whispered. With a huff he pushed off the bed and pulled out, both of them sucking in sharp breaths. Renjun finally was able to slump forward, hugging Jaemin as he let his eyes fall shut. Renjun wiggled a little and then groaned.
“Are you hard, again ?”
“How can I not be when you guys were literally fucking on top of me?” Jaemin said, tone defensive at Renjun’s judgemental little look. “It’s so sexy. I wish you could see your face when Hyuk is fucking you, babe.”
Renjun let out a breath of a laugh, humming and snuggling closer. “I’m not going to help you with that, sorry.”
“It’s fine, I’m just going to fuck Hyukie.”
“What? You are?” Donghyuk asked as he stepped back into the room, returning from the bathroom, and pulling his suspenders back on.
“Come on. Let me. Please?” Jaemin pouted at him.
“No, dude. I’m spent.”
“You said I could!”
“Yeah, if I lasted, but I’m cummed-out. You’re out of luck.”
Jaemin made a face, pulling Renjun closer into a hug. The feather of his headband tickled his face as he let out a sigh—it was a miracle the thing had stayed on Renjun’s head at all. “Then come cuddle.” He made grabby hands for Donghyuk to join them.
“Ew, on Doyoung ’s bed?” Donghyuk grimaced.
“We can fuck on Doyoung’s bed, but cuddling is crossing the line?” Renjun asked, pulling open an eye to judge him.
“Yes.” Donghyuk was smiling though, already climbing up next to them, pulling Renjun’s underwear up and fixing his skirt. “We should probably hurry up and get cleaned up though. If we get caught then I’ll be on cleanup duty after the party. Johnny’s stupid ‘fuck and get fucked’ policy.”
“Mm, sounds good to me. Let me fuck you.”
“Jaemin, shut up.” Donghyuk pushed his face away as he made kissy lips.
Renjun suddenly shot up, eyes flicking open. “When’s the costume contest?”
Donghyuk checked his phone and swore. “Oh shit!” They both scrambled up.
“Guys wait, don’t leave without me! I have cum on my pants, what am I supposed to do?”
“It’s dark, don’t worry about it. I can spill a drink on you to cover it up,” Donghyuk said, already leading Renjun to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Jaemin let out a huff, pulling a face as he inspected the stain on his thigh and sweater. Eventually, he just shrugged, buckling himself back up and pushing off the bed, picking up Donghyuk’s fedora and the feather boa from the floor for his boyfriends who were already preoccupied. He glanced back at the room once, at the crumpled sheets and suspicious wet spots, and decided it was clean enough—not really too sorry to whoever this Doyoung guy is.
Later that night, despite Donghyuk and Renjun’s passion, the three didn’t win the Best Couple Costume contest—because even according to the drunk judges “a 1920s vampire paperboy doesn’t make any sense.”
“See!”
“Thorry…”