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Tanned, smooth skin. A trail of moles that disappear underneath sinfully skin-tight shorts. Plump, soft thighs that vibrate with a single, simple movement. 

Chenle sighs, his breaths shortening, heart rate quickening at the memory of seeing Donghyuck at basketball practice. The weather is mostly to thank for, as spring transitions into an odd mix of sunny afternoons and cool nights with an accompanying breeze that lightly refreshes the hairs on the back of your neck. The aforementioned sunny afternoons bring a specific tanned pretty boy donning shorts – where the hemline barely brushes mid thigh – to basketball practice every Thursday.

Whilst everyone is in loose shorts grazing the knees, Donghyuck takes it upon himself to personally put Chenle through suffering as his gaze fails to waver from the sight of Donghyuck’s ass in those shorts. And the thighs, oh the thighs. Watching him stretch has grown into one of Chenle’s favourite pastimes as well as a terribly guilty pleasure. 

And sure, Chenle enjoys basketball more than the average person, but he has never worshipped the sport more till the moment he sees Donghyuck dribbling the ball in such a getup. Not even the Warriors can bring Chenle to his knees on the court.

Thus, here lies the sinner in all of his sweaty glory, guilt washed away by the more treacherous part of his mind, hands inching closer to the tent trapped within his boxers. Chenle thinks of the pretty pout Donghyuck wears; his imagination widens into a makeshift visual of Donghyuck with those pretty lips parted, ready to take him in. He thinks of the grunts Donghyuck makes whilst playing, and he wonders just how nice it’d feel to have Donghyuck moaning around his cock, the sounds vibrating against his sensitive skin.

It doesn’t take very much for his cock to thicken. As Chenle slips his boxers down, he wraps a hand around his cock, already leaking at the tip. The visuals of Donghyuck easily flood his mind, and he strokes his cock from tip to base one, two times, his hips bucking into his fist. A wanton moan slips out of his lips, as his mind runs wild, thinking Donghyuck underneath him, mouth parted, sickeningly sweet gaze, ready to take his cock in. Chenle twists his wrist towards the end of his strokes, groaning as his imagination provides a lovely visual of Donghyuck licking around the tip of his cock, tonguing the slit. 

Without hesitation, Donghyuck’s name is uttered into the dimly lit room, a hushed whisper in the beginning, but as Chenle’s strokes roughen, his other hand trailing down his chest, twisting the bud of his perky nipple, the whisper rises in volume in tandem with his grunts. He imagines the warmth of Donghyuck’s mouth, taking him in so well, and with a cry, he spills over his hand, a few drops hitting the sheets.

The sound of clapping resonates in the room, reaching Chenle’s ears, and he freezes, his limp cock in hand. He recalls being alone in the apartment, the last time he checked. He turns his head slowly to the door that he had left parted in absolute ignorance and his blood runs cold.

Na Jaemin is leaning against the doorframe, still slow clapping with a handsome, infuriating smirk taking over his features. He crosses his arms and jerks his chin towards the mess Chenle has created. “That was fantastic,” he says in a jesting tone, the smirk deepening as he walks towards the bed. He hovers over Chenle’s stiff body, the scent of his cologne – woody and bergamot — choking his senses. In a whisper, Jaemin adds, “Had the time of your life screaming my boyfriend’s name, yeah?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The cock in his hand stirs at the humiliation flushing throughout his body and Jaemin—of course, he notices, gaze flicking to his nudity with a raised eyebrow. “Pathetic,” he comments, and Chenle sighs, clenching his eyes shut, the wave of humiliation coursing through him.

“Jaem, please,” he regains the strength to tuck his cock away, pulling on his boxers again with shaking hands. He rushes to sit up in his bed and turns to face Jaemin straight on. His face is so close, the look of perfect composure as always. “I wasn’t—”

“Mm, I know what my boyfriend’s name is,” Jaemin says, leaning back, arms still crossed in front of his chest. Chenle tries to decipher the expression on Jaemin’s face, but there is a lingering trace of amusement in the curl of his lips; he never knows what’s the reality with the man before him.

“Look,” Chenle starts, panic taking over. How stupid of him to not lock his door even if he believed he was alone in the apartment. How utterly stupid. “Please do not tell Donghyuck, and this will just be a one-time thing,” he pleads, widening his eyes in an attempt to appeal to Jaemin.

Jaemin has other plans, however. The smirk he had been wearing turns a different hue — it runs shivers down Chenle’s spine.

“Now, why would it be a one-time thing?”

If one were to know Na Jaemin on the surface, he’s a campus sweetheart. Blessed with the longest lashes to exist on a man paired with big brown eyes, a pretty smile, and a stunning bod. There’s not one individual that is immune to the charms he exudes effortlessly. In the heart of every crowd, there is Jaemin with his blinding smile that is sure to make everyone fawn.

Chenle is the only exception. He knows the dude on a personal level, all thanks to the rooming system — he’s been roommates with Jaemin since freshman year. As a roommate, he is a clean control freak, which Chenle deeply appreciates as there are days where he doesn’t bother to clean up after himself, and he hardly knows the meaning of personal space.

Which brings them to this point: the invasion of privacy—though in retrospect, it is Chenle’s fault for not locking his door but an open door doesn’t substitute as an invitation unless verbally spoken. It is a flaw he’s lived with; he has seen his roommate naked countlessly that he’s become immune to the nudity. Jaemin spends more time walking around the small space shirtless than actually clothed.

All in all, Chenle knows Jaemin all too well for his liking. The forced proximity has caused Chenle to consider Jaemin a probable friend as there are nights they’ve spent spilling unbidden thoughts out to each other, times they’ve cleaned up after one another when they’re drunk as hell, and the likes. Where the college population sees a pretty, tall, unattainable man, Chenle only sees the roommate he’s been cursed to spend the rest of his academic career with for better or for worse.

What Chenle is more interested in admittedly is… Jaemin’s boyfriend of two years.

Lee Donghyuck, fellow basketball teammate, legs for days, the most gorgeous in mankind, is Chenle’s roommate’s boyfriend.

This is where the plot gets a little complicated, and this is where Jaemin purposely ruins it further by being a menace.

Chenle should’ve known.

“You want me to what?! ” Chenle nearly screams in Jaemin’s face, almost dropping the book on the table. There is a loud shh from a nearby table and he doesn’t have it in himself to calm down, staring plainly in disbelief at Jaemin.

The latter is leaning back in his seat, arms up to prop his head, and the corner of his mouth is quirked upwards in a sinister smile. Chenle has seen evil in many ways, but the living definition sits before him in broad daylight. If Chenle believed in the religious text, he would think the devil has touched down on earth in the form of Na Jaemin to torture him.

“Don’t be so shocked, kitten,” Jaemin drawls lazily. “You do know the comprising position you’re in. After all, it’s my boyfriend that you’re jerkin— mmph !”

Chenle has taken the liberty to physically overtake Jaemin by closing his mouth with his hand. He glances around, hoping that no one has overheard the utter shit spilling out of Jaemin’s lips, and returns his gaze to the mirth glittering in Jaemin’s eyes. A subtle kiss is pressed to his palm followed by the tip of Jaemin’s tongue lapping against his skin and Chenle startles backwards, pulling his hand away, while Jaemin chuckles. What a goddamn menace.

“I told you to not bring it up anymore,” Chenle grumbles. There has not been a day since the incident where he’s given peace, whether it be in his humble abode or on campus. He’s been looking over his shoulder, observing Jaemin with Donghyuck, wondering listlessly if he has told his boyfriend about the things Chenle does in his solitude.

Chenle has briefly considered transferring schools and he would, if it wasn’t for the fact that tuition is a little bitch.

Jaemin coos, “You’re so cute. Of course, I’ll have to bring it up. There are consequences to be had.”

“Consequences?”

Nodding, Jaemin pulls out a notebook from his bag — it’s a familiar one that Chenle always sees him with when they have study sessions. He narrows his gaze in suspicion as Jaemin flips through the pages filled with chemistry equations and scribbling and stops on a page that has a list written out. Curiosity gets the best of him — Chenle leans over to sneak a look, but before he can decipher a single word, Jaemin pulls the notebook to his chest, hiding the contents from him.

“Nope, this is for me only,” Jaemin shakes his index finger at Chenle, lightly chiding him. He leans back slightly, carefully concealing the page from Chenle’s wandering gaze. “In exchange for keeping your dirty little secret, you will be at my beck and call any minute of the day.”

Chenle blinks, a spark of irritation flaring to life. “I’m a college student as you are,” he clenches his teeth tightly. “You know what? Tell Donghyuck if you want to.”

And he tries to make peace with that notion. He can totally walk into practice and face Donghyuc— perhaps he will look into a plastic surgery procedure. Add a name change to that, as well as an entire identity overhaul. Sounds perfect.

Jaemin places the notebook on the table, face down, and grips Chenle’s chin tightly. Chenle jolts in surprise at the touch but Jaemin pays no heed. His row of teeth is fully on display, sharp canines and all, and Chenle gulps down a lump of fear. He is not afraid of this dude. An imagery of a disappointed looking Donghyuck passes by the forefront of his mind and Chenle wavers a little, weakened.

“Are you sure about that, kitten?” His eyebrow is raised, eyes glistening in delight when Chenle tries to squirm away from him but the grip is iron-like and Chenle barely has a chance. Jaemin ticks off on his other hand like he’s naming a mundane list of things in the middle of the library, not playing a game of manipulation with his roommate slash exposed sinner of masturbating to one’s boyfriend. “Donghyuck is in your basketball team. As his boyfriend, I’m not too sure if he’d be comfortable knowing my roommate fantasises about him without consent.”

Jaemin has a point, of course he fucking does. He’s already grinning like the victory is his, it goes unsaid. Chenle huffs, “Let me go, Jaemin.”

He ignores him, “So? I’m seeing Donghyuck in a few minutes, it’s your call.”

“Fine. Fuck. Whatever you say,” Chenle spits out, frustrated and tired and utterly abashed. Jaemin’s grin widens if that is even possible, and Chenle is exposed to even more teeth. An unbidden thought passes by, think of those teeth sinking into flesh, and Chenle shakes his head, shoving Jaemin off and he lets him go, cackling as he reaches for his things.

“Great doing business with you, Chenle,” Jaemin pauses to check his phone and smiles softly at something on his screen — Chenle can only imagine that it’s Donghyuck, and his heart races at the thought of him coming here. “I’ll see you later.”

Chenle watches Jaemin bid him goodbye so casually like he hadn’t been practically forcing him into agreeing to an insane compromise. There is a smaller figure near the exit of the library, and his heart jumps into his throat when he realises it is Donghyuck, all comfortably dressed in an oversized faded shirt and skinny jeans that leave nothing to the imagination. They meet halfway and Jaemin pulls Donghyuck into an embrace, tucking his head into Donghyuck’s unruly hair. A giggle is prompted out of Donghyuck as his entire face is contorted into joy, pulling away, and fear seizes Chenle momentarily when Donghyuck’s gaze lifts and meets his evenly across the library.

He forces a smile, feeling slightly awkward and entirely like a deer in headlights, and raises a hand in a light wave. Donghyuck smiles brightly before his attention is ripped away by Jaemin pressing his mouth to his cheek. Jaemin notices Donghyuck looking at him and turns around himself to glance at him. Chenle feels the corners of his own mouth slipping downwards and Jaemin smirks, tugging Donghyuck’s waist closer to him, tipping Donghyuck’s face upwards to meet him in a passionate kiss.

Something ugly twists Chenle’s gut and he forces himself to avert his eyes elsewhere, but he is somewhat transfixed by the sight. His own mind wanders wildly. He sees the pucker of Donghyuck’s lips, his heart aching to feel them. He sees Jaemin’s hands roaming all over the shorter male’s back, and that is when a thought comes to him. What if.

Chenle abruptly turns back to the mess of his books strewn all over the table and runs a hand through his hair, breathing out harshly. He’s utterly fucked.

Chenle faces the ordeal of the first basketball practice since it happened.

If Jaemin is capable of keeping his word — and Chenle hopes to God he is — then all will be fine but the nerves are still twisting, churning, invoking his urge to vomit violently and die. He hasn’t been able to look Donghyuck in the eye properly, scared shitless that Jaemin slipped something about what happened, and he’s afraid to find out from a single glance.

Jaemin, on the other hand, works Chenle like a tireless horse. The errands he has put Chenle on are ridiculous. It starts with coffee runs, which, to be fair, Chenle had expected, seeing how much of a caffeine addict Jaemin is. He practically knows the latter’s coffee order by heart, much thanks to the forced cohabitation and numerous all-nighters they pulled to study.

Then, Chenle is tasked to summarise essays for him. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with the urge to throw a laptop at him, to remind him of actual websites that’d do it, but the threat came to mind and he swallowed down his annoyance, agreeing to follow through.

The cherry on top is not a task Jaemin pushes to Chenle. No. It is worse. Chenle is now a subject of endless torture every Friday night all throughout till Sunday. If Chenle was lucky, he’d be able to escape to Jisung’s dorm but his own roommate, Woojin is always around and gaming, and whilst Chenle much prefers that over the pain of being sexiled at his own dorm, Woojin thinks Chenle is a distraction.

The morning afters are the worst because Chenle has to stay still in his bed, a frustrated boner kept away, hearing for Donghyuck’s departure before he deems it safe to escape to the bathroom to shower his sins away. The glee in Jaemin’s expression is also unbearable and Chenle resists throwing something at him every single time he joins him at the small kitchen slash living room, shamelessly shirtless, bathed in the after sex glow.

Chenle starts to develop a strong hatred for Jaemin.

Basketball practice. Chenle stares at the door to the gymnasium and wonders if it’s better to be killed by his coach for a no-show or killed by Donghyuck for being a disgusting pervert. He weighs the two possibilities and sighs, the fear of his coach winning over, before he drags his feet into the gymnasium.

There is no sight of Donghyuck as of yet when he swiftly ducks into the locker room. Chenle passes a few pleasantries and fist bumps with his teammates before finding his locker and going about his usual routine. Once he emerges from the washroom, all changed into his usual baggy shorts and team jersey, he sees Donghyuck easily at the far end of the locker room, chatting amiably with a fellow teammate, Taehyun. Colour floods Chenle embarrassingly fast when Donghyuck looks up all of a sudden and catches his eye, stopping mid-sentence to smile at him.

Confused and so utterly abashed, Chenle manages a smile, though he fears it may come off a bit strained. Half of his heart thumps with the undeniable longing to have Donghyuck near him, talking to him, whilst the other half is flat out afraid of a pretence that may lie underneath Donghyuck’s smile. Who the fuck knows what goes on in that pretty head of his? Who’s to believe that Jaemin has his lips sealed shut? Chenle merely shoves his things into his locker, prays silently and joins the team on the court.

Practice starts with an accustomed huddle by the bleachers with the coach, Johnny who gives them the usual rundown of the day. He firmly reminds them of the countdown to the inter-state game in a month and a half, and begins going through numerous strategies with the team captain, Mark. Chenle is usually attentive, piping every now and then with his ideas — which Mark is fond of — but today, his gaze keeps straying to Donghyuck, and it doesn’t go as unnoticed as he hoped.

The team is adjourned to start their practice, but before Chenle can go back on the court, he is pulled aside with a tug on his forearm by Mark with a concerned expression. “Hey, is everything okay?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

Mark is sweet, always looking out for the team. Even when Chenle learns to know the former as a friend outside of the court, his sweetness extends further and he’s become a very reliable friend in Chenle’s life. But when Chenle parts his lips, a lie flows out easily: “Yeah, of course. What’s up?”

His eyebrows remain furrowed as Mark prompts, “Really? You usually have great ideas during strategy meetings, but you’re all quiet today.”

Damn his loudmouth. Chenle puts on a wide smile, hoping it will placate Mark for now. “I’m really okay. My mind is elsewhere today.” He pauses a little and sighs as if slightly troubled. “Got a lot of assignments on my tab, you know how it is.”

Mark’s eyes soften and that pang of guilt hits him. “Yeah, I completely understand.” He starts patting Chenle’s back reassuringly. “Anytime you need help, reach out, yeah?”

Chenle chuckles, appeased even if this entire conversation is built on his fucking lies. “You’re a music major and I’m a finance major. What do you know about balancing accounts?”

The pat turns into a smack and Chenle winces, pouting, as Mark rolls his eyes, exclaiming. “You know what I meant!”

The guilt burns in Chenle’s gut as he maintains his smile and nods along, not trusting himself to say anymore lest he will tell Mark everything.

Basketball practice continues as per normal. Mercifully, Chenle is kept on the other side of the court as the team is divided into two to test out some strategies suggested earlier. Donghyuck is on the other team but Chenle tries to not pay any heed, though his body is more instinctive and his eyes are always naturally following him. Every time Donghyuck meets his gaze, Chenle is turned into a deer caught in the headlights, averting his eyes to the dribbling ball.

At one point in the game, he accidentally bumps someone else, and he turns to utter a quick apology but freezes up at the sight of Donghyuck’s petite frame.

“Hey, you,” Donghyuck whispers, gaze following the ball passing to another one of their teammates, his mouth twitching upwards at the victory. Chenle curses under his breath and rushes to get his head back in the game, but he’s restrained briefly in shock by Donghyuck’s hand on his wrist. He is smiling at him, and Chenle feels the air rushing out of his lungs. “I need to talk to you later, okay?”

There must be some sort of spell that Donghyuck is projecting because Chenle is nodding dumbly, transfixed to the spot. Donghyuck flashes a quick grin before running towards the other end of the court, joining his team. Chenle is pulled out of his reverie by a harsh cry of his name and he shakes his head momentarily, just in time to catch the ball and continue the game though his mind is elsewhere, running through possibilities.

The coach calls for a ten-minute break, and Chenle goes to the bleachers to grab his bottle of water. In the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar face, and he has a double take when he notices Jaemin sitting casually on the bleachers with Jisung, of all people. They are deep in conversation. Jisung is making his wide gestures which Chenle knows from personal experience that he’s likely explaining a conspiracy theory he’s read from a Reddit thread. Jaemin nods along, seemingly into it, until he looks away briefly and brightens.

Donghyuck comes running towards him, almost knocking Jaemin back with a hug. Chenle can almost hear the enlightened laughter from this distance. For a moment, he observes the scene as Jaemin makes the introductions presumably and Donghyuck clings onto Jaemin’s side. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Donghyuck is perspiring from head to toe; he merely fixes Donghyuck’s bangs and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose.

The envy comes back in full force and Chenle wrenches his gaze away, moving to join Mark and a few other teammates in discussion. He mostly goes in and out of focus, only chiming in with a few affirmations and nodding along. Mark throws him a look of concern, but this time, he doesn’t act on it. Even if he did, Chenle could always feign exhaustion, which isn’t too far from the truth.

Knowing that Jaemin has eyes on the practice does affect the performance, though Chenle brushes off the phantom intensity of a gaze following him everywhere he goes. He is just imagining it surely, but he is also too afraid to look at the bleachers for a confirmation. He focuses on the ball and grits his teeth every time his attention slips, mind overwhelmed with thoughts of Jaemin and Donghyuck.

Once they are all excused from practice for the day, Chenle is so fixated on leaving as quickly as he can that he forgot about Donghyuck’s request, so finding him waiting by his locker with a towel hung over his shoulder is a surprise to behold. Chenle pauses in his tracks, his chest heaving previously over the physical exertion of playing ball, but now, it’s doubled over the sight of how pretty Donghyuck’s flushed skin is. His mind goes to a different plane of imagery where Donghyuck’s all flushed underneath him and Chenle stutters in his steps, almost tripping.

“Whoa there,” Donghyuck holds out a hand to steady him and Chenle colours, annoyed at himself.

“You wanna talk now?” Chenle tries to act casual, opening his locker, briefly concealing his reddened face from Donghyuck, and he takes a deep breath. “Can’t it wait until after the showers?”

“I was thinking of showering together,” Donghyuck says, and Chenle accidentally slams his locker out of pure shock. He stares at the blush spreading across Donghyuck’s cheeks as he casts his gaze downwards shyly. Donghyuck fiddles with the hem of his towel, a thread stringing loose. “Is that fine with you?”

Any normal person would be saying no, or perhaps, normal people wouldn’t possess the sort of mind Chenle has. A nasty piece of work with nothing but brazen thoughts of the man before him. Maybe Donghyuck knows, but as Chenle searches his gaze, he finds the pureness of shyness and a faltering certainty the longer Chenle takes to answer.

“Um, sure,” Chenle answers because what else can he do when trapped in a corner by such a pretty face? He is, after all, a weak man.

A glint twinkles in Donghyuck’s eyes and he tugs on Chenle’s wrist towards the washroom. Chenle has left his sanity back in the locker. (He has lost all traces of sanity the moment he fell for Donghyuck.)

The bare, exposed skin of Donghyuck’s back is taunting Chenle. His fingers twitch, but his feet remain planted on the tiled floor. The sound of running water and loud voices echo throughout the showers. It’s not uncommon to shower with a fellow teammate — Chenle has done it himself with Mark before, but this is Donghyuck and he is stripped nude in front of Chenle, and it’s for an entirely different reason.

“Chenle?” Donghyuck murmurs, capturing his attention. His gaze flicks upwards in a muted daze. Donghyuck smiles softly at him, his own gaze is half-lidded. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” it comes out hoarsely and Chenle clears his throat, repeating himself once more.

He pumps the soap onto his hands before going through the motions robotically. At the first touch against Donghyuck’s back, he almost jerks backwards, afraid of what his hands might do, but Donghyuck visibly leans into his touch, the tense lines disappearing the more Chenle’s hands roam over his back, spreading the soap further into his skin.

Absent-mindedly, Chenle rakes his fingernails down the expanse of Donghyuck’s tanned skin, transfixed momentarily by the redness blooming underneath his touch. Donghyuck hisses, arching his back, pulling Chenle out of the moment. The apology is on his tongue, but Donghyuck beats him to it with a simple, silent gesture — he reaches behind to clasp onto Chenle’s wrist, pulling him forward till his chest is pressed against Donghyuck’s back.

Chenle freezes when Donghyuck shifts just a little, conveniently so, as the tip of his own cock rubs against Donghyuck’s asscheeks. He swallows around a lump in his throat, his hand sliding downwards tentatively to hold onto Donghyuck’s waist.

Donghyuck hums, pleased. “Yeah,” he sounds entirely breathless and Chenle feels his world spin on its axis, spiralling off the center when Donghyuck grinds back against his cock. Chenle groans out softly as Donghyuck circles his hips lightly, his cock filling out easily, embarrassingly fast too.

With a bated breath, a fistful of courage held in between his teeth, Chenle reaches around Donghyuck with his slippery hand, and takes a hold of Donghyuck’s cock. The moan Donghyuck lets out rings in Chenle’s ears and it is all he hears as his hand picks up pace, stroking Donghyuck’s cock. A part of him mildly registers that they are in the showers, still surrounded by their teammates, but the larger part of him is focused on his heavy cock rubbing in between Donghyuck’s ass cheeks and the feel of Donghyuck’s cock in his hands. The weight of it, he feels Donghyuck shuddering against him every time he flicks his wrist.

“Baby, pleas—” his voice gets cut off on a groan when Chenle teases the slit of his cock with a featherlight touch.

The shower above rains down on them endlessly. Chenle leans forward to mouth at Donghyuck’s neck, his tongue catching a drop of water, swirling against his skin, sucking a bruise right where his shoulder meets his neck. Donghyuck lets out a whine, gripping onto his hands, stopping him. Panic seizes Chenle’s heart briefly when Donghyuck pulls away — a million thoughts run through his mind then, a long string of curses and what the fuck have you done?

Everything in the world comes to a stop the moment Donghyuck descends to his knees. Chenle’s lips part in a silent gasp, his body trembling in so much lust and want that when Donghyuck wraps a hand around his cock, he accidentally thrusts forward, the tip of his cock slapping against Donghyuck’s cheek harshly.

“Sorry,” Chenle whispers, not trusting his voice at this moment. Donghyuck chuckles lowly, his tongue darting out to lick at the corner of his mouth where a smear of Chenle’s precum had been.

Donghyuck leans forward, mouthing down the length of Chenle’s cock, and he sighs, sounding entirely intoxicated, “I’ve always wondered about this.”

Chenle blinks, stopping just before he could pinch himself, because what the fuck. What the fuck. Donghyuck seems to sense the distress above him, and he makes it his mission to worsen it by holding Chenle’s gaze in an intense stare and slowly sucking on the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” Chenle breathes out, closing his eyes. The sensation of Donghyuck’s mouth wrapped around his cock is way beyond any imagination. His eyes open and the sight of Donghyuck’s knees causes him to jerk forward, his cock sliding effortlessly down Donghyuck’s throat like he’s made for this, like he’s born for this. He keeps his hands on Chenle’s hips, lightly guiding him forward, swirling his tongue around the head, making Chenle lose every bit of his sanity (even if there is any in the beginning).

Donghyuck hums and the vibration goes straight to his cock. Chenle cants his hips forward, thrusting into Donghyuck’s mouth in short, jerky snaps. His hands are shaking and he tries to grip onto Donghyuck’s hair, causing the latter to moan around his cock.

“Look how slutty you are, mouth full of my cock,” the words are spilling out of Chenle, brutal and blunt just like his thrusts. Donghyuck seems to like it, moaning brazenly, his eyes closing as Chenle jerks his hair back, widening his jaw for his cock to slide in better. The angle has Donghyuck’s neck arching beautifully and Chenle sees the bob of his Adam’s apple, swallowing prettily when Chenle finally snaps, his cock lodged in Donghyuck’s throat, his load spilling down.

It drools out of Donghyuck’s mouth as Chenle pulls his limp cock out. And it feels like something — a monster — possesses Chenle then when he shoves Donghyuck back against the tiled wall, he lets out a wince that is swiftly cut off into a choked moan once Chenle fists his cock fast and rough. Chenle kisses him feverishly, sucking on the taste of himself on Donghyuck’s tongue. Just as he leans away to bite on Donghyuck’s earlobe, the latter cries out, slumping forward, his cum hitting Chenle’s hips and the floor.

They both breathe heavily against each other, Chenle’s mouth lazily trailing kisses down Donghyuck’s neck, following the constellation of moles. Donghyuck sighs weakly and lifts his head from Chenle’s shoulder, meeting his eyes. He smiles softly, prettily, and Chenle is utterly overwhelmed to kiss him stupid but he settles for a simple peck on the mouth.

“I think we better shower properly now,” Chenle says, glancing down at the mess they’ve created in the cubicle, and Donghyuck’s laughter echoes throughout the showers. 

The dorm isn’t empty like Chenle envisioned and the door slams alarmingly loud, the sound vibrating throughout the room, startling Jaemin who had been reading on the tiny loveseat (they had squeezed it into the dorm).

After the shower — which Chenle spent the remaining half of the time wondering if he had somehow dissociated from his body and dreamed the entire thing — Donghyuck leaned into him, tiptoeing to kiss his mouth sweetly.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” he had said simply, with zero explanation of what had occurred, leaving Chenle in the locker room, wet towel in hand, head spiralling with so many unanswered questions.

Once he gathered his wits, he figured the only source he should seek is the man behind this entire predicament.

Chenle storms over to the loveseat, dropping his duffle bag on the floor midway. It’s pure momentum that drives him to swing a leg over Jaemin’s thighs and settle on his lap with a hand gripping Jaemin’s jaw. Jaemin barely flinches, besides the initial startle from the door slam, blinking up at Chenle as a slow smile blossoms on his face.

It irritates Chenle that he can be so gorgeous despite being the biggest pain in his ass. He narrows his gaze at Jaemin suspiciously.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, hmm?” Jaemin asks. Chenle grips his jaw tighter, forcibly closing Jaemin’s mouth with a light click, teeth grinding against each other.

He leans into Jaemin’s face, his musky scent overriding his senses, but Chenle holds on, strong. He will not be swayed. Not after what happened earlier. This is fucking Na Jaemin, and he will not be played around like a chess piece.

“Did you fucking tell Donghyuck?”

“Tell him what, kitten?”

Chenle nearly screams out of frustration, “About my crush on him, you asshole!”

The smile on Jaemin’s face slips and is replaced by a look of confusion. “What do you mean?” He genuinely looks lost. Chenle has to give him props because he almost fell for the farce. “I didn’t say a thing to Hyuck. Honestly.”

His face inches closer to Jaemin till their noses are almost touching. Chenle continues in a low, warning tone. “Then, explain to me why the fuc—” he cuts himself off, the implication hitting him all at once and he looks back at Jaemin with a wide-eyed stare, the weight of guilt drowning him.

Jaemin is his boyfriend. Donghyuck is dating him. God.

“What happened?” Jaemin prods at Chenle’s ribs, making him squirm away. Chenle intends to get up, probably running to Jisung’s dorm or somewhere that is not where Jaemin is for now, but Jaemin has his hands on his waist, steeling him there. “Hey, tell me.”

Chenle shakes his head, mortified. Fuck his horny brain and tendency to do things without a single pause for consideration. Here he is, trapped within Jaemin’s hold, and he’s the one who walked right into it, fuck.

Jaemin scrutinises him further with a narrowed gaze, and almost like a lightbulb lighting him up within, he straightens, making a noise of realisation. Is Chenle really that easily read? “You and Donghyuck did something, didn’t you?”

Chenle merely remains silent but Jaemin is persistent. Of course he is, this is the man that successfully manipulated Chenle into doing his dirty work. All for nothing it seems, as he has somehow dug himself a bigger grave after today’s practice.

A smirk creeps up on Jaemin’s face and his eyes glint in mischief. “Something happened, hmm? What was it, kitten?” When Chenle still doesn’t relent, he switches tactics and it’s a shock to Chenle’s system as he runs his hand downwards, lightly groping over his groin. Chenle lets out a gasp, attempting to move out of Jaemin’s lap, but the latter is stronger than him, his grip on his waist is bruising tight.

Jaemin squeezes his cock and Chenle is beyond horrified to realise that he’s been half-hard the entire time. “Knowing my Hyuck, he probably sucked you off.” At Chenle’s resulting expression, Jaemin laughs, his hand stroking the length of his cock over the fabric in a maddening rhythm, and a part of Chenle wants to buck into his hand, wants to ask for more.

But he clenches his fists and grabs a hold of Jaemin’s t-shirt, scrunching the fabric in his fist. His words get drowned in a moan when Jaemin plunges his hand into his pants, the warmth of his hand meeting his skin immediately.

“Jaemin,” he exhales shakily as the former continues to tease him, chuckling at the dazed look in Chenle’s eyes.

“You’ve yet to tell what you did with Donghyuck, kitten,” Jaemin leans into Chenle and for a wild second, he thought the former is going to kiss him but he passes by and presses his mouth to Chenle’s ear instead. “Tell me, kitten. How did Hyuck suck you off?”

Chenle trembles, his hands roaming all over Jaemin’s chest, subconsciously flicking his nipples beneath the fabric. He holds his breath as Jaemin tenses at the touch, a light sigh slipping his lips. Curiosity fills Chenle and he flicks his thumb against Jaemin’s nipples again, openly watching as Jaemin’s expression turns into something dangerous. A shiver runs down his spine. Jaemin immediately removes his hand from Chenle’s pants and moves away, grabbing onto Chenle’s wrists.

“Don’t get too handsy now. You owe me an explanation.”

He watches Jaemin, the heave of his chest, and once again, without a second to overthink his decision, he pushes against Jaemin’s restraints, leaning into his chest. Jaemin’s lips part prettily, the intensity of his gaze washing over Chenle, as he closes his mouth around a clothed perky bud, sinking his teeth in just enough to hear a moan tumble out of Jaemin’s lips.

Jaemin’s grip on his wrists is tightening but Chenle doesn’t let it stop him as he puckers his lips around Jaemin’s nipple, admiring the way his saliva coats Jaemin’s shirt, the perkiness of his nipple bleeding through the fabric. A taste of his own medicine, Chenle thinks, flicking his gaze upwards to find Jaemin’s entirely clouded in lust.

“I’ll tell you that Donghyuck let me fuck his throat,” Chenle says in a low voice, accompanied by wet kisses on Jaemin’s shirt, tainting it further. The grip on his wrists slackens, and he wiggles his hands free. “Did you teach him to be so obedient?”

Chenle holds the hem of Jaemin’s t-shirt and flashes a mischievous smile at Jaemin before rolling the fabric back till it hits his armpits, exposing the wide width of his chest. He hears his name in a soft pant, but he escalates it into a whine when his mouth latches onto Jaemin’s nipple, tugging on the sensitive skin with a graze of his teeth.

At the same time, Chenle entertains the other nipple with a pinch of his fingers, rubbing over the bud relentlessly. Jaemin lets out a string of curses, his hips bucking forward, and Chenle is suddenly aware of how hard they both are in their pants.

“All quiet now that you’re under me, Jaem?" Chenle taunts with a mean, little smile, he props his chin on Jaemin’s chest. He continues to twist Jaemin’s nipple mercilessly, watching the pleasure overtake Jaemin’s expression entirely, the darkening of his irises when focused on Chenle.

Chenle shifts on Jaemin’s lap, feeling the latter’s cock against his, and the slight friction is enough to have them breathing heavily, slumping forward into each other, in a desperate search for relief. His hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against Jaemin’s cock in maddening circles. Jaemin’s head is thrown backwards at the tremors of pleasure wrecking through his body, and his hands grab onto Chenle’s waist, guiding him whilst thrusting upwards to meet him halfway.

As their gazes meet, Chenle’s eyes drop to the pink of Jaemin’s lips and an ache grows in his chest, imploring him to inch closer. A silent question in his gaze and a corner of Jaemin’s lips twitch upwards, fondness flooding his eyes, before he closes the distance to kiss Chenle, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. The taste of peppermint bursts on Chenle’s tongue. Donghyuck kisses with such desperation whilst Jaemin holds a bit more finesse, more bite, sinking his teeth into Chenle’s bottom lip hard, causing him to groan before soothing the pain with a lap of his tongue.

Chenle’s hands grow itchy and he twists Jaemin’s nipples, making Jaemin moan loudly into his mouth, his hips stuttering, his entire body shuddering. His mouth slackens against Chenle’s, pulling away and Chenle feels the wetness spreading underneath him. The moment Jaemin’s eyes open, they are wild, dilated, and he grabs onto Chenle’s face to drag him into a kiss of fervour, his other hand reaching for his pants to pull out his cock.

His moans are swallowed by Jaemin as the latter strokes him hard and fast, the friction of his hand against his cock causing him to see stars in his vision. The moment he reaches his high, he spills all over Jaemin’s hand and their pants, his hips jerking from the rough stimulation. Chenle barely comprehends Jaemin kissing down his jaw, to his neck, pinching a bit of skin in between his teeth.

“Uh,” is the first coherent thing that comes out of Chenle’s mouth. He leans back, pulling away from Jaemin to be entirely breathless at the sight before him. Jaemin is quite the image of debauchery from his reddened, spit-slick nipples to the swell of his pink, pouty mouth, to the cum coating his hands courtesy of Chenle.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow, mirth glistening in his gaze, as he lifts his hand to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean of Chenle’s cum. A groan, unbidden, slips out of Chenle’s throat, low and vicious, and he covers the distance again to kiss Jaemin, tasting himself for the second time of the day.

“That was nice, huh?” Jaemin says once they break for air. The smug smirk on his face is back and Chenle is quickly annoyed with himself for having done that with Jaemin. A brief demon possession is all he can think of as an excuse for his actions literally two seconds ago. “Look at you, kitten, all feisty in the sheets too.”

“Fuck off,” Chenle slaps his shoulder but it’s half-hearted, and frankly, he is exhausted from the post-orgasm haze flooding his senses. Jaemin can see it and he laughs, delighted. Something occurs to Chenle then, and he grumbles, so entirely done with himself for being tricked once again. “You still owe me an explanation.”

“For?”

Chenle slaps Jaemin again but this time, he puts more strength into it though it does nothing to Jaemin because he is obviously able to withstand any punches, as stupidly muscled and strong he is. Chenle tries to not think so hard about it, or to not stare too much at the flushed chest just beneath him.

“If you haven’t told Donghyuck anything, why did he…” Colour floods Chenle’s cheeks, remembering the incident earlier. “Y’know.” He makes a vague gesture, shutting up.

“Oh that,” Jaemin says with such an airy, casual tone. “You do know that you’re not that discrete, right?”

“What?”

Jaemin strokes Chenle’s cheek lightly, continuing in a grating, cooing voice. “Your cute little crush on Donghyuck is not lost upon him, kitten. Anyone with eyes can see just how much you’re salivating over his thighs.”

Chenle jerks out of Jaemin’s hold and the latter giggles. “So no, I didn’t have to tell my boyfriend anything. He can figure it out by himself.” Jaemin trails a finger down Chenle’s cheek, stopping at the corner of his lips. “Though, it’s very naughty of the two of you to have fun without me, but you just made it up to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Chenle interrupts Jaemin. “What the fuck?”

Jaemin shrugs, grinning like the most annoying pest Chenle has had the misfortune of meeting. “Would you like a repeat of today but with two of us at the same time?”

Chenle’s jaw clicks shut, his throat tightening with an indescribable strain — any words that he has is now left in the abyss, any other thought is disappeared. All that is left is his overwhelming awareness of their close proximity, and the maddening desire in his gut to want more, to have more.

As always, Jaemin sees right through him like he’s an open book and all of the contents are spilling out into Jaemin’s hands. He smirks, “What do you say to that, kitten?” His voice grates nicely against Chenle’s eardrums, hypnotising, and he sways into it like the fool he is.

Falling right into another one of Jaemin’s traps again. 

Chenle sees Donghyuck first on campus — he’s sitting on a bench across the Arts building, nose deep in a textbook, presumably waiting for someone or a class.

Hesitant, Chenle lingers a few feet away. He hasn’t seen him since basketball practice and perhaps it is in due to the fact that he is actively avoiding the couple. Jaemin is tougher to hide away from, of course because of the dorm situation but Chenle has managed to find ways to brush him off or head back to the dorm at later hours where he knows he won’t be caught. Strangely enough, Jaemin seems to be doing his part by giving him space. Chenle doesn’t know what to make of it honestly.

With a bout of courage, Chenle walks over to Donghyuck, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. Donghyuck looks up once a shadow befalls upon him, irises sparkling with curiosity, and for a brief moment, Chenle is struck speechless. He’s always admired Donghyuck from afar but the memory of the shower brings forth a blush across his cheeks and oh no, this is going to be difficult.

“Hi,” Donghyuck says softly, surprise parting his lips as Chenle joins him on the bench.

“Um, hi.”

Donghyuck chuckles, leaning over to brush the back of his hand against Chenle’s cheek. “What’s up? What’s got you blushing, cutie?”

Chenle’s flush deepens if possible and he clears his throat, trying to not seem as affected. “I want to talk about last week.”

Donghyuck hums, prompting him to continue. Chenle is still fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, finding comfort in the motion as his heart is racing at an accelerating speed. “Jaemin said you…” The lump lodges in his throat all of a sudden, feeling utterly embarrassed and shy at the admittance.

“That I know of your adorable little crush?” Chenle sighs, whining lowly and nudging Donghyuck in the ribs when he laughs. “It’s sweet, baby.” He reaches upwards to tuck a few hair strands behind Chenle’s hair — it’s decidedly a futile attempt as his hair curls up again against his temples. “I’ve always wondered if you would let me.”

Chenle is struck with blinding shock, blinking in disbelief at Donghyuck. A part of him almost blurts out, I would let you do anything at all to me , and it is almost frightening how true of a statement it is. When Donghyuck gazes upwards at him, his smile dripping of saccharine honey, he fights the urge to lean all the way in to kiss him.

The rest of his words register and Chenle frowns. “So Jaemin wasn’t lying huh.”

“No, he wasn’t. I’m glad it happened,” Donghyuck says so casually like his words aren’t literally wrecking the reality around Chenle. “Do you have any idea just how hot you are?” He casts a glance around and leans in until his lips are almost brushing Chenle’s cheek — the latter tenses. “I’ve been craving the weight of you ever since last Thursday, baby. Don’t you want to find out what we could get up to?”

“Oh,” Chenle breathes out. “You’re as evil as Jaemin.”

Donghyuck laughs again, something twinkling in his eyes as he smirks. Chenle thinks that this is the final form of the devil in front of him and he’s so pretty. “What makes you think he’s the evil one?” He presses a light peck to Chenle’s cheek before leaving his orbit and the warmth is terribly missed. “Come by my place later, alright? What is your last class of the day?”

Chenle is relieved to find that his voice still works when he manages to reply, “5pm.”

“Great! See you then.”

Donghyuck leaves him with a stunner of a smile that is embedded into the forefront of Chenle’s mind for the rest of the afternoon and it is only when he is walking to his next lecture that he realises what he’s agreed to despite the careful avoidance of the couple.

The conversation lingers in his mind even when he’s settled down in the lecture hall, pulling out his laptop and logging in ritualistically. His gaze pans beyond the laptop screen, unfocused on nothing in particular, as he thinks over the catastrophe that is about to happen. Or, a really good lay. Chenle can’t decide.

A cup is suddenly shoved underneath his nostrils, the strong whiff of coffee invading his senses. Chenle glances to his right to see his friend, Renjun raising an eyebrow at him, expression shrouded in mild concern. He wonders if he looks that out of it.

“Need a wake-me-up?” Renjun jiggles the cup in an enticing way.

Chenle shakes his head, politely pushing the cup back to him. “I’m fine. I am just…thinking.” He glances around, noticing that everyone is nose deep into their textbooks and laptops whilst the lecturer drones on and on. His voice drops to a whisper, “May I ask an odd question?”

“Shoot ahead.”

Renjun is one of the few people that Chenle would trust; he is always showing up for Chenle even when he doesn’t ask for it and he knows exactly the right words to say. Chenle constantly puts himself in situations (like the present) that require a word of wisdom by Renjun, though he doesn’t know what advice he would give regarding a fucking threesome.

“Hypothetically, would you agree to fuck someone you have a crush on, along with their partner whom you strongly dislike?”

Renjun pauses in between sips of his coffee — Chenle does give him props then for maintaining a composed expression. The moment the question left his lips, he realises the absurdity of it all but before he can take it back, Renjun hums contemplatively. “How hot is this partner of theirs?”

“Does it matter?”

Shrugging, Renjun places his cup down on the table, fixing Chenle with a look way too serious for the conversation they’re having in the middle of an accounting class. “Of course, it does. You have to take attraction into consideration.”

“You measure the worth by their hotness?”

“Well, as long as everyone meets the goal by the end of the day. There shouldn’t be any issues agreeing to it.” Renjun stares at Chenle for a beat longer, as realisation dawns upon his face. Chenle winces. “Is this about Donghyuck and—?”

Chenle is already turning back to his laptop. “I said it was hypothetical.”

He briefly wonders if he should’ve asked Jisung but he knows that that conversation would’ve ended with a judgmental stare and an assessment of his inability to say no to Donghyuck.

“If it is indeed about Donghyuck, congratulations,” Renjun is smiling at him when Chenle sneaks a peek but then, his smile slips and is replaced by a mildly horrified expression. “Though, I wouldn’t trust Jaemin. You’re right to doubt.”

Chenle silently thanks the heavens and merely maintains his initial statement that it is all hypothetical though the knowing look in Renjun’s eyes says otherwise. Despite the doubts, Chenle already knows his answer.

(Saying no to Donghyuck has never been his forte.)

It’s far beyond what Chenle imagined.

Not that he was expecting to be ushered right into the bedroom where he would be stripped in a second flat with Donghyuck on top of him and Jaemin…somewhere in the room, but the casual greeting at the door with Donghyuck pulling him in by the wrist to find Jaemin in the kitchen is definitely something else.

“Jaemin is making pasta, he insisted on Italian night even though I wanted a simple kimchi fried rice,” Donghyuck rambles on as he moves around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a pitcher of water. He holds it up to Chenle, “Is water fine? I can make orange juice but I’m not confident about the condition of the two week old oranges in my fridge.”

Chenle nearly blurts out, what the fuck is going on? Jaemin chuckles when he glances over at him before addressing Donghyuck, “Darling, he’s spooked.”

“Spooked?”

Jaemin focuses on dicing a white onion into small pieces, not looking up when he answers, “Chenle came here not expecting dinner, I presume. What did you tell him?”

“I told him to—”

Chenle clears his throat, interrupting the two of them. “Can you not speak about me like I’m not here?”

Donghyuck pours a glass of water and offers him with a soft smile curling on his lips. Chenle feels his irritation slowly dissipate away and takes the glass from him, taking a tentative sip.

“Apologies for Donghyuck’s hastiness,” Jaemin says, spinning around to face Chenle with a disarming smile. He gestures over to Donghyuck lazily, the corners of his lips deepening when Donghyuck goes to him, tilting his head up like a cat. Chenle watches in a daze as Jaemin takes Donghyuck apart with a slow kiss.

Chenle’s grip on the cup tightens. When they break apart, Donghyuck sighs, burying his face into Jaemin’s chest, mumbling something. Jaemin laughs, flicking his gaze towards Chenle. “Hyuck darling, it’s fine. Looks like he enjoyed it as much.”

Donghyuck turns in Jaemin’s embrace, his cheek pressed to the broad expanse of Jaemin’s chest. He lifts a hand, beckoning Chenle over, and he goes, like a bee inexplicably attracted to the pollen of a flower. The honey drips from the gaze Donghyuck wears and Chenle can’t help himself, he leans in and tastes Jaemin on Donghyuck’s tongue — the unmistakable peppermint exploding as Donghyuck licks his way into Chenle’s mouth boldly.

A hand trails down his back, settling in the dimples. A moan slips out of Donghyuck’s lips when Chenle nibbles on his bottom lip, licking over the bite. The balloon in his chest expands further and it bursts right when Jaemin tugs on his hair — the warmth on his back disappears —, forcibly pulling Chenle out of the kiss. Saliva coats his mouth but it doesn’t deter Jaemin when he leans in to have a taste as well. Chenle groans into the kiss, his head spinning at the attention, especially when Donghyuck crowds in with his warmth, hands roaming up and down his sides roughly.

“St-stop,” Chenle mutters, pulling away. Jaemin stares at him, half-lidded. He clears his throat and fails to hide how affected he is — he can feel both of their half-hard boners pressed against his body and he is burning from head to toe with the animalistic urge to drop to his knees right there. He glances meaningfully at the kitchen counter behind them. “You said you wanted to treat me to a dinner?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin hums, running a hand through his hair. Chenle tries not to stare at the shiny sheen of saliva on his lips or just how reddened Donghyuck’s cheeks are after a few kisses. “We want this to be a date. Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Chenle asks, slowly returning to a less lustful self. He sees the reddening tips of Jaemin’s ears.

“Kind of depends on if you want it to be.” Jaemin lightly cups his chin, his own gaze softening. Donghyuck nods next to him. “We like you a lot, actually.”

Chenle takes a step back, his gaze flitting in between them, his voice tinged in disbelief. “What?”

“You can think about it,” Jaemin rushes on to say, his expression turning a shade of assurance but it is much too late — Chenle is spiralling. “We can just have fun first. No pressure, kitten.”

Donghyuck sidles up next to him, gently touching his arm. The devil left his imprint on Donghyuck because his gaze is plainly hypnotising, drawing Chenle in with unsaid words that he can easily decode from his expression. His confusion ebbs away and in place, it is just Donghyuck and his lone beauty to behold.

“Alright, I’ll think about it,” Chenle hears himself saying, turning back to Jaemin. He nods towards the forgotten ingredients on the kitchen counter, “How can I help?”

Jaemin smiles in answer.

The heat envelopes Chenle entirely as he arches his back into the kiss, a moan strangled out of his throat when Donghyuck roughly cups his hardening cock through the jeans.

“Off, off, off,” Donghyuck hisses, harshly unbuttoning his jeans like the entire ordeal offends him so. Chenle helps him halfway, kicking off the jeans, lying back in merely his t-shirt and boxers.

Donghyuck descends upon him like a predator, the curl of his smile looking far more sinister. Before he can capture Chenle’s mouth again, Chenle stops him, a hand to his chest. Donghyuck halts, blinking down at him in mild confusion and Chenle merely smirks as he pushes Donghyuck back to sit on his heels.

He kisses at the corner of Donghyuck’s lips, moving swiftly away before he can try to turn it into a kiss. The whine that falls out of his lips is music to Chenle’s ears and he stifles a giggle, unable to maintain his composure.

“Baby, calm down, all in due’s time,” Chenle says patiently. He tugs on the hem of Donghyuck’s shirt. “Take this off first.”

“And you,” he glances upwards at Jaemin who had been leaning by the door, watching it unfold. The latter raises an eyebrow, his arms folded like he’s merely witnessing a scuffle between two men and not his actual boyfriend and roommate kissing. Chenle beckons him over with two fingers, “Come over.”

Jaemin scoffs, but he relents without a fight. He settles by Donghyuck’s side, completing their triangle on the bed, and he tilts his head at Chenle questioningly. “What is your play here, kitten?”

A million thoughts run through his mind. There’s so many ways to go about this — Chenle looks at the pliant expression on Donghyuck’s face, pretty and lovely, and he thinks he wants to ruin the porcelain surface till he is red all over, thighs quivering, eyes brimming with tears.

Chenle automatically moves forward to slip Jaemin’s shirt off him, he indulges him, sitting before him on his knees shirtless. His hand roams up his chest, finding the faded markings from previously, and Chenle mouths at them, satisfied with the strangled moan coming above him.

“I want you to show me how you fuck Donghyuck all those nights you subject me to hearing it,” Chenle says, teasing one of Jaemin’s nipples lightly. The latter exhales shakily, his hands coming up to grip at Chenle’s shoulders tightly, not pushing him away. "And I’ll jerk off. Just like how we started, hmm?”

“Are you sure?” Donghyuck asks when Chenle pulls away from them but he is stopped by Donghyuck’s hand on his forearm. He blinks at him, an odd mix of hazy lust and terrible yearning that pulls at the strings of Chenle’s heart. It almost makes him lean back in, but a plan has been formed and he wants to see it through. “We want to make you feel good too.”

Chenle smiles vaguely. “And you will.” He holds onto Donghyuck’s hand, returning him to Jaemin, watching the way they fall into each other like a perfect puzzle.

The concern Donghyuck held is now disappearing at the sight of Jaemin and Chenle sits on the bed, his back against the headboard. Jaemin and Donghyuck quickly strip each other of all the loose clothes. The moment Jaemin touches Donghyuck’s cock, he nearly jolts, bucking into Jaemin’s hand eagerly. Jaemin flicks his wrist once, and Donghyuck moans low in his throat, eyes closed in plain pleasure.

It’s hypnotic — the way they move around each other like a dance, Chenle figures it’s natural to know one another so intimately after years but the emotions bursting on their faces look renewed, like it’s their first time in discovering each other. His eyes trace every movement whilst at the same time, his hand moves of its own accord down to his boxers, drawing his hardening cock out.

Donghyuck is manoeuvred onto all fours, his face being planted against the sheets, near Chenle’s feet. Jaemin smirks, lightly tracing the ridges of Donghyuck’s spine, the latter shivering at the touch. “Beautiful, isn’t he, kitten?” he says softly, holding Chenle’s gaze firmly. “Tell our darling here just how beautiful he is.”

“Please,” Donghyuck sounds wrecked from barely a few touches and it shoots straight to Chenle’s cock as he grips at the base.

Chenle lets out a breath, his chest shattering at the loveliness of Donghyuck’s gaze, from just how much he wants to paint that tanned skin with his cum. “You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous, so so good.” He leans in, sweeping his cock gently against the pucker of Donghyuck’s lips, sighing at the wetness of his tongue darting to lick at his slit. “So perfect.”

The sound of lube dripping down Donghyuck’s ass resonates in the room along with the lewd noises Donghyuck makes with his mouth wrapped around Chenle’s cock. He is still gripping hard at the base as Donghyuck hollows his cheeks, pulling a long suck, causing him to accidentally thrust forward into the warm cavern of Donghyuck’s mouth, gagging him.

“Fuck,” Chenle mutters, pulling his cock out and seeing the smear of his precum across Donghyuck’s bottom lip. The look of satisfaction is swiftly cut off by Jaemin diving a finger into his ass, a choked moan falling out of his lips.

Chenle watches the way Jaemin scissors him open smoothly, teasing him with another digit when Donghyuck bounces his ass back, begging for more. The moans fall from his mouth effortlessly, eyes squeezed in utter pleasure. Something takes over Chenle then, he strokes his cock slowly, feeding the head to Donghyuck again, laughing when the latter sucks at the tip like a man starved for cock.

“Aw, look at you being a whore,” the derogatory term has Donghyuck shuddering, moaning around his cock. Chenle leans in, smiles a little meanly and pulls on Donghyuck’s hair. The action has Donghyuck accidentally grazing his teeth against his sensitive skin and Chenle hisses. “Must be filled from both holes. It isn’t enough that Jaemin is going to fuck you — you need my cock to suffocate that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Wow, kitten’s being real harsh, huh?” Jaemin laughs and he pulls his fingers out of Donghyuck, lightly smacking his ass when the latter whines petulantly at the lack thereof.

He reaches for Chenle, sliding his lubed fingers down his cheek, chuckling in delight at the affronted expression Chenle wears as he startles back from the stickiness on his cheek. But he is unable to go far when Jaemin cups his face hard, pulling him into a feverish kiss, Donghyuck moans pathetically underneath them, Chenle’s cock sliding in further into his mouth, gagging him further, and Chenle almost lets go right there and then but the sensation eases when Jaemin lets go of him, eyes sparkling in pure desire.

Jaemin coats his cock with lube generously right when Chenle pulls his own out of Donghyuck’s mouth, kissing him sweetly on his cheek. The sight of Jaemin has Chenle salivating a little, he’s seen the latter naked countlessly but this is the first time that he indulges in the hunger swirling in him, the intense want to feel the weight on his tongue, or in him. Chenle moans brokenly as he strokes his cock and Jaemin’s gaze snaps to him, all knowingly smirk in place, and if Chenle wasn’t so horny, he would’ve slapped it off instantly.

He starts off by teasing at Donghyuck’s rim, chuckling as the latter whines pathetically, circling his hips back in a futile attempt. Every time he tries, Jaemin moves just the right amount away until Donghyuck is losing patience, grumbling. Jaemin grabs onto his ass suddenly, streaks of redness leaving in the wake of his fingernails, and it has Donghyuck startled to a stop. He slowly bottoms out, Donghyuck’s lips in a parted cry and Chenle is transfixed by the sight, his heart hammering in his chest right at the moment Jaemin is fully seated in.

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” Jaemin sighs, nearly pulling out and ramming his cock back in, causing Donghyuck to shout hoarsely, his elbows giving out under him. His gaze captures Chenle in a half-lidded stare, “I wish you can feel how tight he is, kitten. He takes me so well, our pretty cock slut.” He emphasises the words with a shove against Donghyuck’s back, pushing him further into the sheets.

And Donghyuck doesn’t fight, he surrenders everything to Jaemin whom makes it his life mission to melt Donghyuck into a puddle. Donghyuck has drool at the corner of his lips, eyes tearing up, his moans falling out of his mouth in a broken symphony. His cock rubs against the sheets, the tip of his cock smearing so much precum on the sheets that it makes a few wet spots.

Jaemin doesn’t relent in his thrusts, spreading Donghyuck’s legs further to dive in deeper. He successfully hits an angle that has Donghyuck screaming, eyes rolling back in pleasure and suddenly, he is shooting out spurts of cum against the sheets, painfully untouched. Chenle rakes his hand through Donghyuck’s sweaty bangs, heart aching at the sight of how pretty he is still despite the debauchery.

“Want you,” Donghyuck mumbles, trying to crane his head to reach Chenle’s cock but he is unable to move much with Jaemin slamming his hips into him, chasing his high. The overstimulation has Donghyuck shuddering from head to toe, his walls overly sensitive and yet Jaemin goes on, pulling Donghyuck closer to him.

“Baby, c’mon, mm, fill me up, fill me up, fill me —aaah!” Donghyuck moans at the feeling of being filled up as Jaemin groans, his hips stuttering to a grinding halt. As he pulls out, his cum flows messily out of Donghyuck’s ass, his hole fluttering prettily in the aftermath. Jaemin tugs Donghyuck into a kiss, messy, full of bite and wet but Chenle watches, his cock feeling so hot and heavy in his hand, his entire body strung tight in a need for a relief.

Jaemin glances at Chenle and reaches for him as well, dragging his tongue across Chenle’s teeth and sucking his upper lip in between his teeth. Chenle moans, high-pitched, into Jaemin’s mouth, hips canting forward, brushing his cock against Jaemin’s limp one. The mere contact has Chenle gasping and he feels Jaemin’s smile into the kiss, a hand inching closely to his reddened cock, lightly tracing the vein underneath.

“May I?” Chenle tilts his head towards Donghyuck and Jaemin smiles, teeth and all.

“Of course, go easy on him, kitten.”

Chenle stares at cum messy hole, as Donghyuck is still panting against the sheets, his entire body shining in sweat. He lightly traces his finger over the rim, intoxicated with the way it flutters at his touch. Donghyuck sighs softly as Chenle increases his pace, swirling the cum around his hole. He inches closer, his breath ghosting over Donghyuck’s rim and the latter tenses all over.

“Chenle?”

“Shh, baby,” Chenle says, the vibration of his words hitting directly against Donghyuck’s sensitive skin and he sees the goosebumps breaking out on his skin, spreading down to his thighs. He turns to plant a kiss on his inner thigh, sucking on the spot until it turns purple, and he continues down the line, drawing bruises on Donghyuck’s thighs until they are quivering from his touches. He returns to Donghyuck’s ass, the ache in him burning, and he leans in close enough to lick a stripe over the rim.

Donghyuck jolts, circling his hips backwards, his ass thrusting into Chenle’s face. “Fuck, darling, that feels so good,” he pants as Chenle grows bold with his licks, cleaning him of Jaemin’s cum. “Please, please fuck me. Please,” even his pleas sound pretty. Chenle notices Donghyuck’s cock thickening further.

He feels a hand on his nape, gently guiding him. “Try tongue fucking him, kitten,” the voice in his ear says, low and raspy. Jaemin curls his fingers into the fine hairs at his nape, tugging sharply. “Go on.”

Chenle follows as he’s been asked, dipping his tongue into the stretch of Donghyuck’s hole, chest expanding at the sound of moans falling from Donghyuck’s lips. It’s a melody he wants to hear endlessly, he falls into the motion of eating Donghyuck out, pressing his tongue flat against the fluttering hole and adding a digit in to tease his prostate that has Donghyuck crying into the sheets.

His head is suddenly tugged away from the smother of Donghyuck’s ass and he is faced with Jaemin’s handsome face. “Fuck him, kitten,” he commands, reaching downwards to stroke Chenle’s cock, the touch has Chenle moaning. “Make our baby feel good.”

Chenle hums, blindly reaching for Donghyuck and rubbing his tip against the wet rim. His cock slides in easily, engulfed by Donghyuck’s tight walls, and his hips cant forward, falling into a vigorous rhythm. He reaches around Donghyuck’s waist, pulling his torso up, back against his chest. The newfound position has Chenle driving his hips upwards, desperately seeking his relief, so fixated on the bundle of nerves within Donghyuck, abusing it profusely, addicted to the sounds that fall out of Donghyuck’s throat.

Donghyuck turns, his mouth openly panting against Chenle’s neck. He runs his hands up Donghyuck’s chest, twisting a nipple and the latter cries at the pain mixed with pleasure. His other hand reaches for Donghyuck’s cock, already hard from earlier, and strokes him in time with his thrusts. Just as Chenle twists his nipple again, Donghyuck jolts with an electrifying start, his cum shooting out on the sheets, accompanying the mess from earlier.

He coaxes Chenle further, grinding his hips downwards to meet Chenle’s thrusts. “Yes, darling, come for me, come for me.” Jaemin sidles up next to him, his mouth joining Donghyuck on the other side of his neck, and the sensation is almost too much to handle. The feeling of stimulation increasing and Chenle lets out a loud moan right when Jaemin sinks his teeth into his skin, a harsh bite following by the unload of his orgasm buried deep within Donghyuck.

They stay like that for a beat longer, heavily breathing in each other’s scents. The room reeks of sex but it doesn’t bother Chenle. He turns to capture Donghyuck’s mouth in a bruising kiss, and gently pulls out of him, soothing him over with more kisses when he winces out of pain.

“Mm, kitten, all okay?” A hand touches his back briefly and Chenle swivels his head around to meet Jaemin. He nods before surging forward to kiss him too, relishing in the taste, sighing as Donghyuck joins them, his hands roaming their bodies gently.

Chenle rocks back on his heels, watching the two kiss, his heart humming pleasantly like it has found a home somewhere here. And in the gazes they greet him with, he thinks the puzzle feels more complete.

In the aftermath where they’ve showered — it had been another messy ordeal of Chenle on his knees, teasing Jaemin’s cock with his mouth until he fucked his mouth relentlessly — and cleaned the sheets, Donghyuck turns to Chenle with that pretty, wide-eyed gaze of his that never bodes well for him.

“Have you given much thought to what we said?”

“Darling, he’s tired,” Jaemin pipes in before Chenle can register what he meant. “Give it a day or two.”

Chenle glances in between them. He feels so utterly warm in their embrace, a dream he’s never thought he is allowed to have, especially with Donghyuck so close, so sweet, so attainable . He is his to have. He is his to have if he wants to.

Of course, he wants him.

But there is Jaemin, twisted, cruel wit and a deceptive, pretty face, and Chenle thinks it’s absolutely better to keep them on their toes for longer just as payback. So he does.

“I’m going to need a bit more convincing,” Chenle replies, nonchalant. He manages to restrain the urge to smile when Donghyuck looks taken aback like the thought of rejection has never occurred to his mind. 

Jaemin slides a hand up his thigh, quirking an eyebrow when Chenle lands his inquisitive stare on him, lips parted in a soft sigh as Jaemin’s touch grows bold, fingers slipping into the shorts. “Oh we will convince you further. Trust me, kitten.”

Donghyuck leans in to sucks on his earlobe. The attention from them both has him cooped in between, no exit in sight. All of a sudden, Chenle is painstakingly aware of the grave he’s dug himself in.

If this is the evil he’s been sent to deal with for his sins, he will happily accept it.