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Soobin finds out Beomgyu likes to be treated like a pet by accident. Actually, Yeonjun finds that out but Soobin is a firsthand expectator of that.

He’s just scrolling through Weverse as Yeonjun and Beomgyu prepare dinner, just a usual Friday night. Taehyun and Kai are out on a date, or whatever the fuck it is they do when they’re not in the dorm so it’s just the three of them. 

Someone lets out a gasp and Soobin looks up from his phone to see Yeonjun petting Beomgyu’s hair. At this point, nothing’s weird until he sees Yeonjun smirk and pet Beomgyu’s head again, saying “Good boy.” and Beomgyu letting out a whine.

“What the fuck?” Soobin says.

Both of them turn to him.

“What?” Yeonjun asks innocently, but his eyes are knowing as he keeps petting Beomgyu’s head. 

“Is Beomgyu…”

“Getting hard? Yeah.”

“I’m actually righ-“ Beomgyu starts but Yeonjun tuts at him.

“Dogs don’t speak, baby.” 

Beomgyu clicks his mouth shut with a whine.

“Good boy.” Yeonjun pets him again, Beomgyu leaning into his touch.

“Is he into that?”

“Are you into this, baby?”

Beomgyu nods enthusiastically.

“Okay, you can speak now, Gyu.”

“I think I’m into petplay.” Beomgyu blurts out without an ounce of shame.

“You think?” Soobin asks, getting up from the couch and making his way towards his boyfriends.

Beomgyu grins, “I’m definitely into petplay, yeah.” 

“We need to talk about this, though.” Yeonjun says.

“What’s there to talk about? I just want you guys to order me around like a puppy, to own me or whatever.”

“There are some things to talk about, babe.” Soobin points out, “Like boundaries and shit.”

“If I don’t like what you’re doing, I’m just punching your dick.” Beomgyu says, shrugging. “Simple.”

Soobin smirks as Yeonjun laughs, “No punching happening, thank you.”

“I can tell you’re eager, Gyu.” Soobin tells him, getting closer to him and looping a finger around a long strand of Beomgyu’s hair, “But we want to be safe, right, hyung?”

“Mmhm.” Yeonjun agrees.

“Fuck me.” Beomgyu complains, making his way to the kitchen island and hopping up on it to sit there.

Soobin laughs, following suit.

“So, ground rules,” Yeonjun says, leaning against the surface of the island, “If you don’t like something I’m doing to you, if it makes you even slightly uncomfortable, you lift your pinky and I’ll stop, okay?”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Yeah, okay.”

Yeonjun pulls at Beomgyu’s ear, making Beomgyu yelp.

“Hyung,” Beomgyu whines.

“Don’t be a brat, Gyu.” Yeonjun tells him and lets go of his ear.

Soobin only watches, amused.

“Soobin doesn’t have experience being an owner, so I’ll be the one doing it, okay?”

“Uh huh.” Beomgyu says, distractedly.

“Are you listening? Don’t make me pull your ear again.” Yeonjun threatens to do just that.

“Yes!” Beomgyu exclaims, cupping his ears protectively, “I’m listening! God.”

“Then tell me what I just said.”

“If I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll lift my pinky.” Beomgyu drones out as if bored, flicking his wrist.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes at him and Beomgyu grins devilishly, making Soobin snicker. 

“Soobin,” Yeonjun addresses him and Soobin straightens his back, “you wanna add something?”

“I’m good, hyung.” Soobin says.

“Are we doing this now?” Beomgyu pipes up.

“Sure,” Yeonjun says, “I just need to get some stuff.”

Beomgyu perks up, “What stuff?”

Yeonjun smirks, “You’ll see.”

Soobin knows exactly what Yeonjun is getting because he used them on him before.

Yeonjun goes into his bedroom.

“What’s he getting?” Beomgyu asks Soobin in a stage whisper but Soobin just winks at him in answer.

“Hyung,” Beomgyu whines, “come on.”

Soobin crowds over Beomgyu, wedging himself between his thighs and grabbing his chin between his index finger and thumb, “Not telling.”

Beomgyu looks up at him and pouts.

Soobin smiles down at him, eyes half lidded, “That won’t work on me.”

Beomgyu runs his index finger over Soobin’s chest and tilts his head to the side, making his eyes bigger, “Please?”

Soobin tilts Beomgyu’s chin up and leans down to press a kiss to his mouth.

Beomgyu tries to deepen the kiss by wrapping his arms around Soobin’s shoulders and dragging him forward into him but Soobin just pulls back with a snicker, making Beomgyu whine in protest.

“Tell me, please.” Beomgyu tries again after being denied a longer kiss.

Soobin leans down again to press his lips to Beomgyu’s, placing his hands on his thighs and squeezing. He whispers against his mouth, “I’m not telling you, baby. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Mm.” Soobin hums, licking at the seam of Beomgyu’s lips and smiling when Beomgyu opens up to him. Soobin slides his tongue against Beomgyu’s, feeling the way Beomgyu’s chest hitches against his own. They kiss like that for a moment, Beomgyu biting at Soobin’s bottom lip and making Soobin laugh. They get lost in each other until they hear someone clearing their throat.

They both turn in the direction of the sound.

“You guys seem awfully cosy.” Yeonjun says with a smirk as he approaches the two of them with his arms behind his back and a skip to his step.

Soobin grins, slipping his fingers into the legs of Beomgyu’s shorts and turning his head to press a kiss to Beomgyu’s exposed clavicle. He’s wearing a shirt that’s too big, probably Soobin’s, so the collar stretches down over his collarbones.

Beomgyu clears his throat, fingers threading through Soobin’s hair as he keeps pressing kisses to every bit of skin he can put his mouth on, “What are you hiding there?” Soobin knows Beomgyu’s talking to Yeonjun and he already knows what Yeonjun’s hiding, so he keeps doing what he’s doing.

“Oh, this?” 

Soobin pulls back to see the black collar and leash Yeonjun brandishes and laughs when he hears Beomgyu whimper, looking at him and reaching a hand to brush his thumb against his jaw. The collar has some chains hanging from it and it’s studded with little silver beads and it’ll look absolutely crazy around Beomgyu’s throat.

“Is that for me?” Beomgyu asks, eyeing the collar hopefully.

“Of course, baby.” Yeonjun grins, “Come here.”

Soobin backs off to give Beomgyu space to hop off the kitchen island, which he does eagerly and approaches Yeonjun.

“Sit.” Yeonjun commands, unbuckling the leash from the collar and slinging it over his shoulder, the collar already unfastened. Beomgyu kneels on the floor, sitting back on his haunches. 

“Lift your arms, pup.” Yeonjun tells him, bringing the collar to his mouth and biting into the leather to lean down and grab Beomgyu’s shirt by the collar and yank it off him in a surprisingly fluid motion that makes Soobin a little turned on. He’s such a freak.

Yeonjun tosses Beomgyu’s shirt on the floor and crouches in front of him, bringing Beomgyu’s arms down to rest them against his thighs. Yeonjun takes the collar out of his mouth and fastens it around Beomgyu’s throat, then takes the leash from his shoulder and buckles it into the collar. He pats the side of Beomgyu’s neck and whispers, “Perfect.”

Soobin almost drools when he sees Beomgyu in a collar. Soobin was right, he looks absolutely devastating with it around his throat.

Yeonjun stands up, the leash trailing over his arm as he does. When he’s fully upright, he pulls at the leash and Beomgyu whimpers.

“You like that, pup?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth to answer but Yeonjun pulls at the leash again. 

“Don’t speak.” He says sternly.

Beomgyu clicks his mouth shut and swallows.

“Soobin, baby.” Yeonjun turns to Soobin, who’s been standing by the kitchen island this whole time just ogling and trying not to make any noise.

“Y-yes?” His voice cracks.

Yeonjun smirks, “Can you get the bowl for me, darling?”

Soobin clears his throat, “The bowl?”

“Yeah, dummy.” Yeonjun laughs, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Oh. Oh. Yeah, he knows what Yeonjun is talking about. They had bought a bowl for one of their scenes, like, last year, when they still weren’t dating Beomgyu even. Feels like two hundred years ago, to be honest.

Soobin nods and makes his way to his own bedroom where he left it. Yeonjun had said his closet had more space for a bowl, which Soobin thought was bullshit but he went along with it because he always goes along with whatever shit Yeonjun says. He finds it tucked against the back of his closet and smiles to himself when he thinks about the last time he drank out of it. He gets it and brings it back to the living room.

Yeonjun smiles at him when he comes back, seeing Yeonjun’s pleased face makes Soobin preen. “Thank you, baby. You can put it on the floor next to me.”

Yeonjun is holding Beomgyu’s leash as Beomgyu sits obediently on the floor by his side, that kind of impresses Soobin because Beomgyu’s bratty by nature, it must be taking a huge amount of self control on his part.

Soobin places the bowl on the floor next to Yeonjun’s right foot, he feels Yeonjun’s fingers graze against his back when he leans down and shudders. He straightens up and Yeonjun eyes him.

Soobin tilts his chin to the side in question.

“Take your clothes off.” Yeonjun tells him after some deliberation.

Soobin promptly obeys, pulling his shirt off and getting rid of his pants. He isn’t wearing any underwear so when the cool air hits his bare cock, he hisses. Yeonjun laughs at him and Soobin fights the urge to glare, he’s not supposed to act up right now. The scene’s started.

Yeonjun kneels next to Soobin, he’s standing between Soobin and Beomgyu like this but Soobin still has full view of the two of them. Yeonjun starts rubbing at Soobin’s thigh, but his attention is fully on Beomgyu.

“Hands where I can see them, pup.” Yeonjun commands, pulling at Beomgyu’s leash.

Soobin watches as Beomgyu fists his hands over his thighs. He looks so pretty sitting on his heels like this with his eyes half lidded and heaving chest, shorts painfully tented and stained with precum. He looks delicious, Soobin just wants to take a bite out of him.

“You’re just gonna sit there and watch as Soobin fucks my face, you hear?” Yeonjun’s stern tone, coupled with his hand squeezing Soobin’s thigh, makes Soobin’s spine tingle with anticipation, but this isn’t about Soobin right now.

Beomgyu whines.

“No whining, pet.” Yeonjun says firmly, tugging on Beomgyu’s leash and making him stumble a little on the spot. “Or you don’t get treats.”

Beomgyu just stares at him with gleaming eyes.

“Do you understand?” Yeonjun presses on.

Beomgyu nods his head without making any sound this time.

Yeonjun smirks, letting go of Beomgyu’s leash to wrap his hand around the base of Soobin’s cock and leans forward to press a kiss to the head. Soobin’s breath hitches and his hands twitch behind his back. He can’t use them, Yeonjun didn’t give him permission to use them. Yeonjun grazes his open mouth against the head of Soobin’s cock, Soobin knows he’s teasing him but he won’t complain because he wants Yeonjun to do what he wants to him.

Yeonjun smirks at Soobin before taking the tip of his cock into his mouth and sucking.

“You can only come when I say so, you hear?” Yeonjun pulls back to tell him, adopting the same stern tone he used on Beomgyu to use on Soobin. Soobin almost whines but he holds it in, swallowing and nodding.

Yeonjun looks pleased as he takes Soobin’s cock in his mouth again, he starts languidly, taking Soobin’s cock down his throat and swallowing around it, making Soobin want to actually scream but he doesn’t. Yeonjun hasn’t allowed him to make any noises. Yeonjun is so good at giving head, Soobin is always surprised to see him take his entire cock without even choking. Soobin’s cock is big, not everyone can take it but Yeonjun can in a way so spectacular Soobin’s knees turn to jelly, Yeonjun is just built different like that.

Yeonjun pulls back so only the tip of Soobin’s cock is inside his hot mouth and tongues at the slit, groaning in the back of his throat at the taste. He always tells Soobin how good he tastes and Soobin always feels like he’s spiralling into hell every time he does.

Yeonjun, never one to disappoint, says, “You taste so good, baby.” 

Soobin almost whines.

“I want to hear you, Soobin.” Yeonjun tells him, engulfing Soobin’s entire cock with heat, tongue flattening against his shaft and making Soobin let out a whiny moan. Yeonjun sucks cock like he’s made for it, like how Soobin imagines a pornstar does, skillfully swirling around Soobin’s cock and making Soobin want to scream.

Yeonjun sucks him off until he’s shaking, until he’s almost coming, but Yeonjun is attuned to Soobin’s body just as much as he is to his own, they’ve been together for so long it’s only natural to know the ins and outs of each other’s bodies.

Yeonjun gets on his feet and crowds into Soobin’s side, the sudden lack of stimulation makes Soobin want to whine. Yeonjun takes his cock in his hand and bites into Soobin’s shoulder. Yeonjun drags the bowl closer with his right foot until it’s right in front of Soobin. Yeonjun points Soobin’s cock at the bowl and starts jerking him off, the pull making Soobin hiss, and whispers against his ear, “You can come now, baby.”

It takes Soobin three strokes to have him shuddering and letting out a drawn out moan as he comes, cum splattering into the bowl on the ground, some of it hitting the floor and making a mess.

Yeonjun leaves Soobin’s side and gets closer to Beomgy. He crouches down, dragging the bowl towards Beomgyu before grabbing Beomgyu’s hair and lifting his head up to whisper into his ear loud enough for Soobin to hear. “You’re gonna lick it all up like a good pup, right?”

Beomgyu swallows and nods, looking at Yeonjun for permission.

“You can lick it now, pet.” Yeonjun lets go of his hair and Beomgyu promptly dives into the bowl, making a whining sound in the back of his throat as he licks Soobin’s cum clean off it. Soobin’s gut clenches at the sight.

Yeonjun starts petting Beomgyu’s hair, “Good boy.”

Yeonjun looks up and tilts his chin at Soobin, Soobin knows that’s a hint for him to get closer, so he does. He approaches them and Yeonjun smiles at him, pleased at how obedient he is, taking a hold of his outer thigh when Soobin stands next to him and squeezing before turning back to Beomgyu.

“Pup, look at me.”

Beomgyu whines, still licking the bowl.

Yeonjun growls, surprising both Soobin and Beomgyu. Beomgyu looks up with rounded eyes, some of Soobin’s cum smeared on his chin.

“When I give you an order, you obey, yeah?” Yeonjun tells him with a sweet smile, but his eyes are hard.

Beomgyu drops his head down in a show of submission and Soobin has the sudden urge to destroy him. But he won’t, not right now, at least.

“That’s a good boy.” Yeonjun says, condescendingly. “Now.”

Beomgyu doesn’t look up and Yeonjun tsks, grabbing his chin to make him look at him, then turning Beomgyu’s head towards Soobin, “Show him how much you appreciate the meal.” 

Beomgyu crawls closer to Soobin and Soobin hisses when he starts nuzzling his hardening cock, which is still sensitive from his orgasm, for a few seconds, which feels like an eternity to Soobin, before taking it into his mouth. He can only fit half of Soobin’s cock in his mouth; they've been making progress on that, though. Beomgyu’s been giving Soobin head for a couple of months now, his mouth getting used to the girth gradually but Soobin’s entire cock is still too much for him.

“How does it feel, baby?” Yeonjun asks, suddenly next to Soobin. Soobin hadn’t even noticed he had stood up. Soobin turns his head to look at Yeonjun and Yeonjun is already staring at him with an intensity that makes him blush. Yeonjun runs his thumb over Soobin’s mouth.

Soobin groans against his fingertips when Beomgyu sucks on his cock hard enough to make Soobin’s knees almost buckle. He can’t even talk right now, it feels so overwhelming to have Beomgyu’s lips around his cock, feels so fucking good .

Soobin watches Yeonjun bite down on his bottom lip with half lidded eyes, Yeonjun’s gaze follows the movement of his thumb on Soobin’s mouth. Soobin wants him to kiss him so bad but he won’t beg for it, he’s gonna wait for Yeonjun to kiss him if he wants to.

Yeonjun smirks, “You’re thinking about kissing me, right?”

Soobin nods.

“Mm.” Yeonjun hums, “Maybe if you beg.”

Beomgyu twirls his tongue, slurping around Soobin’s cock and Soobin buckles forward. Yeonjun puts a hand on his chest and straightens him back.

“Are you gonna beg like the desperate slut you are, Soobin?” That goes straight to Soobin’s gut, even though it’s just because of a kiss.

“P-please.” Soobin’s voice is faint, strained with pleasure with how well Beomgyu is sucking him off.

“Please what?”

“Please kiss me, hyung.”

At the touch of Yeonjun’s lips on his, Soobin almost convulses as he comes with his eyes shut tight, moaning against Yeonjun’s lips. He couldn’t even warn Beomgyu about it, god. He forces his eyes open when he feels Yeonjun’s lips leave his and looks down at Beomgyu. Beomgyu is sitting back on his haunches with cum dripping down his face, his eyes dazed and unfocused.

“Oh baby, look at this.” Yeonjun purrs, standing next to Soobin now and leaning over his shoulder, “You’ve made such a mess out of our little puppy.”

Soobin shivers at the tone of Yeonjun’s voice.

“Well,” Yeonjun runs his palm flat over Soobin’s bare chest, not giving a fuck about how sweaty Soobin is, “looks like you have to clean him up.”

Soobin turns to look at him.

“What? Are you too dumb to follow a simple order?” Yeonjun sneers, “Get on your knees, stupid slut.”

The insults would make Soobin hard again but he’s already too spent from two mind-blowing orgasms. He does as he’s told and gets on his knees unsteadily in front of Beomgyu but when he makes to reach for his face, Yeonjun grabs him by the hair and yanks it up, forcing Soobin to look at his stern face.

“Use your mouth.” Yeonjun tells him before letting go of his sweaty hair roughly, some droplets of sweat falling into his eyes when his bangs stick to his forehead.

Soobin swallows and looks down at Beomgyu, who’s just staring at him like he’s seeing through him. Beomgyu is deep into subspace, they gotta thread carefully right now. 

Soobin leans down and starts lapping at the side of Beomgyu’s lips, tasting cum and sweat on his skin.

“Tilt your chin up, pup.” Yeonjun tells Beomgyu and Beomgyu obediently follows. This way Soobin can lick at Beomgyu’s chin and he groans at the bitter taste of his own cum when he does. Beomgyu is so malleable like this, Soobin could do anything he wants with him and he would thank him but Soobin has some self control so he busies himself with cleaning Beomgyu’s face, licking a long stripe from his chin up to his mouth. Beomgyu’s mouth falls open and Soobin presses his lips into it, flicking his tongue against Beomgyu’s bottom lip. Beomgyu lets out a whine that messes with Soobin’s head. He pulls back and licks at his own lips.

Yeonjun crouches down next to Beomgyu, unbuckling the leash from the collar and tossing it aside, “You want to keep going, Gyu-yah?” He asks, running his thumb along Beomgyu’s jaw.

Beomgyu nods with a dopey smile, “Feels good.”

“I’m glad.” Yeonjun chuckles, patting Beomgyu’s head, “Let’s move to the bedroom, though.”

Beomgyu whines as Yeonjun pulls him to his feet.

“Come on, Gyu.” Soobin laughs, ruffling Beomgyu’s hair, “We don’t want Tyunning to walk in on us again, do we?”

They get rid of Beomgyu’s shorts on the way to Yeonjun’s bedroom amidst giggles.

//

Soobin is sitting against the headboard, watching as Yeonjun fucks his fingers into Beomgyu. Beomgyu is on all fours, letting out breathy moans every time Yeonjun’s fingers hit him just right. Soobin’s cock is hard and leaking against his stomach as he watches on hungrily.

Yeonjun is four fingers deep in Beomgyu, fucking him relentlessly and Beomgyu is just taking it with sweet like moans.

“I’m r-ready, hyung.” Beomgyu pants.

Yeonjun pulls his hand back and smacks Beomgyu on the ass. “Go sit on Soobin’s lap.” He tells him.

Beomgyu straddles Soobin’s thighs and looks at him with his gleaming eyes and Soobin bites into his own bottom lip.

“Have fun.” Yeonjun tells Soobin and that’s code for Soobin to take control.

Soobin finally lets himself grin, aligning his cock with Beomgyu’s entrance with one hand and grabbing Beomgyu’s by the waist with the other. He plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into him with a grunt, pulling him down at the same time, Beomgyu lets out a drawn out moan as Soobin fills him up with cock. Beomgyu feels so hot and tight around him, Soobin has to groan. Soobin’s grip around Beomgyu’s waist slackens and he lets Beomgyu fuck himself on his cock.

Soobin chances a glance at Yeonjun and catches him watching Beomgyu bounce on Soobin’s cock with a smirk, his arms crossed. The only indication that he’s affected is the obvious tent in his boxers. He got rid of his clothes right after he closed and locked the door behind them, leaving only those damn boxers on. 

Soobin looks back at Beomgyu, who’s biting at his bottom lip as he fucks himself on Soobin’s cock, and grabs the back of Beomgyu’s thighs and helps him bouce, smirking at the blissed out look on Beomgyu’s face every time he hits his prostate.

“Look at you.” Soobin says, looping a finger into one of the chains on Beomgyu’s collar and tugging, “You’re made to take cock, baby.”

Beomgyu moans at that, throwing his head back. Soobin is more lenient than Yeonjun when it comes to domming so he lets that slide, only spanking him once and squeezing his ass, making Beomgyu whine.

Soobin loses his patience after some time and flips them over with a grunt. He starts fucking into Beomgyu in tight, hard thrusts. Beomgyu’s nails bite at the skin of Soobin’s back and Soobin hisses, grabbing Beomgyu’s arms and pinning them over his head, he slides his palms up Beomgyu’s forearms and closes his hands around his wrists as he rolls his hips into him. 

Beomgyu lols his head to the side and Soobin takes that as his chance to press his lips to his neck and mark him up.

“You take me so well, baby.” Soobin whispers against his damp skin and the leather of his collar.

“A-ah, hyung.” Beomgyu moans, clenching around Soobin and making him groan against Beomgyu’s throat.

Soobin pintons his hips into Beomgyu, the sound of the slap of skin on skin fogs up his mind.

“I’m guh-gonna-,” Beomgyu says between moans and Soobin picks up the pace as Beomgyu throws his head back against the pillow and lets out a shout of Soobin’s name as he comes, Soobin feels his cum on his stomach and grins, fucking Beomgyu through it.

“Don’t come yet, Soobin.” He hears Yeonjun say, he listens and pulls out of Beomgyu to lie down next to him. The mattress dips under Yeonjun’s weight and he crawls on top of a heaving Beomgyu, straddling his thighs. He isn’t wearing those damn boxers anymore so his cock is hard and exposed.

“How do you feel, baby?” Yeonjun asks Beomgyu, reaching down to cup his left cheek and running his thumb over Beomgyu’s cheekbone.

“Floaty.” Beomgyu breathes out, panting.

Soobin turns to his side and starts running his fingers through Beomgyu’s hair as he catches his breath. Yeonjun looks at Soobin and grins. 

“I’m not done with you.” Yeonjun says.

Soobin swallows as Yeonjun presses his hand to his chest and forces him onto his back. He lifts himself up from Beomgyu’s lap and crawls his way onto Soobin’s, standing up on his knees.

“Sit against the headboard for me, baby.” Yeonjun tells him. 

Soobin scooches backwards until his back hits the pillows and Yeonjun makes himself comfortable in his lap. Yeonjun takes Soobin’s cock in his hand, pumping it back to fullness because it had softened a bit. Yeonjun leans in and takes Soobin’s mouth in his, running his tongue over the seam of his lips to ask for entrance, Soobin lets his mouth fall open and groans when Yeonjun’s tongue slides against his. They kiss for a bit, Yeonjun jerking him off until Soobin is whining against his mouth.

“Are you close?”

“Mmhmm.” Soobin can only hum, eyes squeezed shut. His head thunks against the wall when Yeonjun squeezes him.

“Too bad.” The pressure of Yeonjun’s fist leaves Soobin’s cock and he whines at the loss. 

“Gyu-yah, can you grab the lube for me?” Yeonjun asks.

Soobin opens his eyes to see Beomgyu handing the lube to Yeonjun.

“Thank you, baby.” Yeonjun says, leaning to press a kiss to Beomgyu’s lips. Beomgyu smiles dazedly and goes back to lying on the bed with a little huff.

“Now,” Yeonjun starts, pressing his warm palm to Soobin’s chest. Soobin looks up and Yeonjun smirks, “do you want to finger me or are you too tired?”

To be fairly honest, Soobin is fucking beat, he already had two orgasms but he wants to finger Yeonjun, he loves playing with him.

“I can do it.” Soobin says.

Yeonjun just smiles and hands him the lube. Soobin takes it and thumbs it open, squirting some of it into his hands. Yeonjun leans his body into Soobin’s, wrapping his arms around Soobin’s shoulders and resting his head against his when Soobin reaches for his ass. He slips a finger inside and is pleased to find out Yeonjun is already loose from Soobin fucking him in the morning. It doesn’t take too much for him to be ready to take Soobin but Soobin milks it, fucking three fingers into him as Yeonjun rolls his hips.

“You’re having fun, huh?” Yeonjun laughs against his head, breath fanning against his bangs. Yeonjun sits up and reaches back to grab Soobin’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of him. He brings Soobin’s hand to his mouth and takes three of his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and making Soobin crazy.

Yeonjun lets go of his hand to reach back to take the base of Soobin’s cock in his hand and aligns himself with the tip, he lowers himself down in a maddenly slow pace, making Soobin groan as he feels Yeonjun’s walls clenching around him. Yeonjun starts slow, bouncing on Soobin’s cock and rolling his hips. Soobin’s hands are on his hips but he doesn’t use them, just rests them there as Yeonjun uses him.

“You fill me up so good, babe.” Yeonjun tells him and Soobin fights off a whine when he clenches around him.

Yeonjun wraps his hand around Soobin’s throat as he fucks himself on his cock, making Soobin’s breath hitch. He doesn’t squeeze but the fact that he could makes Soobin come with a grunt, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Yeonjun keeps fucking himself on his softening cock and Soobin whines at the overstimulation, eyes squeezed shut. He feels dizzy from being overstimulated, but it feels so good he allows Yeonjun to keep it up.

Yeonjun stops his hips and Soobin opens his eyes to see him looking at him.

“You did so well, baby.” Yeonjun tells him, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, hyung.” Soobin says, panting.

Yeonjun sits back on Soobin’s thighs and starts jerking himself off, Soobin watches him with wide eyes, his cock twitching but not filling up because he’s fucking spent.

Yeonjun tugs at his own cock for a couple more seconds, minutes, Soobin isn’t sure until he’s coming on Soobin’s stomach with a satisfied groan, sweaty bangs clinging to his eyes. He’s beautiful like this, Soobin wants nothing but to kiss him so he does, grabbing Yeonjun by the back of his neck and smashing their mouths together. Yeonjun laughs against his mouth, kissing him deeper, arms wrapping around his shoulders. They kiss for what feels like an eternity before Yeonjun pulls back.

“I’m gonna get a washcloth,” He tells Soobin, hopping off him and making his way to the bathroom. He comes back not a second later and starts cleaning both Soobin and Beomgyu, Beomgyu whining at being awoken. Soobin laughs at him and Beomgyu sticks his tongue out.

After Yeonjun is done, he climbs over Beomgyu and starts kissing him.

Soobin adjusts himself on the bed so he’s lying next to them, his eye lids feeling heavy.

Soobin falls asleep to the sound of Beomgyu and Yeonjun making out with a smile on his face.