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Riki has known Heeseung and Jake for as long as he can remember. He’s looked up to them for years, always going to them when he needed help or advice. He watched them fall in love, watched them devote themselves to one another. He watched as they went from being Heeseung and Jake to becoming Heeseung and Jake, never one without the other. 

Which is why Riki is kind of maybe freaking out a little at his realization of his feelings for not just one of them, but both of them. He knows that it’s wrong. They’re in a relationship with each other, for crying out loud! They’re both taken. They’ve known him since he was a kid and probably still look at him like he’s a kid. There’s no shot in hell that they’d ever reciprocate his feelings, and Riki doesn’t want to make himself think that he’s got a chance. 

His crushes formed in the strangest way possible, but Riki has an inkling that it’s always been there and he’s just done a great job at shoving it away until now. To be fair though, his hyungs had been the ones to make his feelings come back to the forefront of his mind. The three of them had been sitting in Heeseung’s apartment. Heeseung and Jake had been cuddled on the couch while Riki was sitting opposite them, wishing deep down that he could be sandwiched in between them, leaning into Heeseung with Jake sweetly running those veiny fingers through Riki’s hair. 

Riki had been feeling a little warm and a little tipsy from the drinks Heeseung had made for him. He knew that the other two were feeling the same way based on their clinginess to each other and Jake’s lisp that had happened to grow a little thicker with the help of alcohol. 

He really doesn’t know how they got on the topic of sex and kinks, especially since Riki is a virgin and Heeseung and Jake already knew all of each other’s kinks, but they had and Heeseung wasn’t shy about it at all. 

“I think that the night when I took Jake’s virginity was one of the best nights of my life. There’s just something so hot about being someone’s first time,” Heeseung smugly said, tightening his hold on Jake.

Riki’s cheeks had heated up then, because of course he knew that they were having sex, but to hear it from Heeseung made something swirl low in his belly. 

“Hyung has a corruption kink,” Jake unhelpfully added, looking up at Heeseung with arousal clouded thickly in his eyes, “Sometimes, he makes me pretend to be a virgin again—”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Heeseung laughed, covering Jake’s mouth with his palm. 

Riki gulped thickly, grabbing the pillow from next to him and using it to cover the half hard tent in his pants. He didn’t want his hyungs to be uncomfortable by the fact that he was aroused by their kinks. He didn’t want them to think that he was weird and disgusting. He doesn’t know if he can live with them thinking so lowly of him. 

“What about you, Riks? Anything you wanna tell us?” Heeseung asked him, eyes shining with something unfamiliar, maybe something a little expectant. 

He shifted uncomfortably, whimpering lightly once he accidentally presses the pillow down right above where he’s most sensitive. 

“N-No,” Riki said, clinging to the pillow until his knuckles turned white. 

“No?” Heeseung said, a pout forming on his lips. Riki might’ve been too drunk, but Heeseung sounded disappointed. 

He gulped again, feeling shame creep over him as he muttered out, “I-I’ve never…I haven’t even kissed anyone.” 

Even though Heeseung and Jake had just talked about how much of a kink corrupting a virgin was, Riki couldn’t allow himself to think that that had applied to him, too. He was twenty years old, his hyungs probably thought that he was weird for not yet having been with anybody. Realistically, there had been chances for Riki to get into a relationship, but he always felt that whoever it was was lacking something that he couldn’t put his finger on. He never really wanted any of them to kiss him, let alone sleep with him. 

Jake had sat up from where he was laying on Heeseung’s chest. “You’re a virgin?” 

Riki nodded shamefully. He didn’t know why it was so embarrassing to admit, but it must have to do with the fact that neither Heeseung nor Jake were virgins either. He didn’t notice the hungry look Heeseung was staring at him with and didn’t notice Jake’s lust filled eyes on him either. It felt more like they were staring at him out of disgust and confusion. 

And then Heeseung had to speak up again, “If you want to learn or practice, hyung can teach you.”

Riki felt his heart stop as he abruptly stood up and all but ran out of Heeseung’s apartment, cheeks a deep shade of red and desire burning deep in his heart and stomach. 

So now, as he stands in front of the same apartment, contemplating whether or not he should leave, Riki is nervous. He knows that he shouldn’t have run off like that, but he couldn’t bear to be in that room with the two of them for any longer. He doesn’t even know why Heeseung would say that when he was with Jake, when Riki would never allow himself to get in between them, no matter how much he wants them both. 

He’s also a little nervous that maybe they’re uncomfortable with him and his presence, especially after finding out something so intimate about him. But really, Riki can’t get Heeseung’s words out of his head. 

If you want to learn or practice, hyung can teach you. 

There’s a boy that Riki met within the week he’s been away from Heeseung and Jake. They ran into each other at a cafe and he was cute enough so Riki had given him his number. The only thing was his inexperience. He has no idea how to kiss and since this is his first date, he assumes that just like in the movies, a first kiss, maybe more, would be involved. 

He doesn’t want the guy that he’s about to start dating to know that he’s inexperienced. He hopes that Heeseung and Jake can show him how to kiss by kissing each other and that’s it. He wants nothing more, nothing less. Even if he does want more, he would never tell them, but it doesn’t hurt to imagine the feel of Heeseung’s plump lips on his own, or Jake’s pretty hands wrapped around his waist. 

Nonetheless, it would never happen, so Riki shakes the thoughts from his mind and brings his fist up to the door. He knocks a few times, but there’s no answer. He can hear muffled talking from inside and the sound of hasty movements, so he knows that they’re both home. 

The door swings open to reveal Heeseung, hair a mess and shirt buttoned up haphazardly. His pants aren’t even zipped or buttoned, hanging lowly on his hips. He’s also got a large hickey blooming on the side of his neck, looking extremely fresh. Riki flushes at the sight, gulping thickly and feeling his hands tremble at his sides. 

“Riki, hi!” Heeseung says, a little out of breath. 

“If I interrupted something, I can just go—”

“No, no! Don’t go. You can come in, you aren’t interrupting anything,” Heeseung insists, a small smile on his face as he opens the door wider for Riki. 

On the couch is Jake, sitting with the same sort of smile as Heeseung on his face. He’s got a pillow over his groin, as if that would be able to shield anything. Riki is cockblocking his friends from each other. It’s probably better if he just leaves and comes back another time. 

“You know what? You guys seem busy—”

“Get inside, Riki,” Heeseung breathes out, smile falling from his face and voice suddenly serious. 

Riki can’t disagree with Heeseung, so he does as told, nervously moving until he’s sitting on the edge of the couch. His hyungs have never made him feel uncomfortable before, but right now, he wants to run away from them. He doesn’t want them to see what their own states of arousal is doing to the desire thrumming through his veins. 

He wants to see Heeseung on top of him, cheeks flushed and breath stuttered as he fucks him so deep inside. He wants Jake there too, wants Jake inside of him at the same time. 

God, they would probably think that he was disgusting if they found out what kind of thoughts and fantasies he was having about them. 

“What’s up, Riks?” Jake asks, his sweet voice drawing Riki out of his trance. He looks over at the older man, watching as Heeseung comes to sit beside him and wraps his arm around Jake’s shoulder. Riki tries not to feel jealously, he has no right too, but he wants to cuddle with them too. 

And how is he even supposed to ask his hyungs to teach him how to kiss? Riki doesn’t know why he’s here, especially when Heeseung probably wasn’t even being serious about that. 

“Uh…” is the only sound he can get out. He watches as Heeseung brings a hand up to his hair and smoothes it out, looking at Riki with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You okay?” 

No. Riki is not okay in the slightest. Both of his hyungs are hard, seemingly about to fuck just before he got here. He can hardly ignore the bottle of lube sitting on the coffee table. He can hardly ignore the feeling of wanting to watch them fuck, or better yet, be apart of it. 

He can’t say that to them, though. He needs to be honest about why he really came so they can get it over with and he can be ready for his date. Even though Riki is basically shaking, he takes a deep breath before meeting eyes with Heeseung. 

“I’ve got a date coming up, and…” he trails off, watching as something washes over Heeseung’s face. His eyes darken and the confusion makes way for a look that’s much more primal. 

“A date… huh,” Heeseung scoffs, eyes leaving Riki’s to look down at Jake. 

Jake doesn’t say anything to Heeseung, but lightly slaps his chest as his own eyes never leave Riki’s. He urges him to continue with what he was saying. 

“Well, if he wants to kiss me, I want to be prepared. Heeseung hyung said he would teach me…” Riki says, his voice quieting towards the end in embarrassment. 

Heeseung huffs out a laugh, “Yeah. I did say that, but I don’t want you using what I teach you with other guys.” 

Riki doesn’t understand. He furrows his eyebrows as he watches Heeseung lean in and whisper something to Jake, who nods with a stuttered breath and dilated pupils. His hyung stands from the couch and prowls over to where Riki is sitting and sits down right beside him. He leaves no space in between them, their thighs touching. He chances a glance towards Heeseung’s cock and sees that he’s still hard. His bulge is big, Riki wonders what it would feel like under his palm. 

At their closeness, Riki takes a bated breath, not sure what to do or say with Heeseung so close to him. He gulps thickly when Heeseung brings a hand up and cups his cheek, lips ghosting over his own. With his hyung’s face so close to him, Riki can count the light freckles on his cheeks, can see any scars or imperfections that decorate his skin. Heeseung’s eyes are downturned to his lips, his hot breaths making Riki burn lower. 

Heeseung’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, Riki watches the motion with fervor, close to whimpering and begging for Heeseung to lean in and connect their lips. 

“Can I have your first kiss?” Heeseung whispers, eyes meeting Riki’s even in their close proximity. 

Riki wants to cry. This is everything he’s ever dreamed of and he can hardly believe that it’s a reality. It feels too good to be true. Regardless of his thoughts running at a mile a minute, Riki nods. 

Heeseung smirks before he leans in, connecting their lips. Riki gasps into the kiss, wanting to hold on to something but not sure if he’s allowed to touch Heeseung. He feels the older man’s soft and plush lips against his own, wet with spit and moving against his softly. Heeseung has all of the control, but he still takes it slow and allows Riki to get used to the foreign feeling of somebody else’s lips on his own. 

Before Riki has the chance to attempt to reciprocate what Heeseung is doing for him, his hyung pulls away, lips shiny with spit. Riki brings his fingers up to his own to feel them and sure enough, they’re slick in the same way Heeseung’s are. 

Riki’s not sure why, but his chest is moving up and down rapidly as he tries to get as much air in his lungs as possible. In all honesty, their kiss wasn’t even that long, but for some reason Heeseung is able to evoke this reaction from him. He wants more, wants to chase the feeling of Heeseung’s lips, but everything comes crashing down once he realizes where they are and what just happened.

“Relax, baby. Hyung’s got you,” Heeseung says, voice so quiet but grounding. His eyes meet Heeseung’s, searching for answers within the beautiful brown irises. 

Baby. Since when does Heeseung call him that? 

It does something, makes butterflies swarm his belly as he forces the whimper back down his throat. His hands are balled into fists at his side, the fabric of his pants wrinkling deep within them. Heeseung seems to notice, moving his own hands until they’re gently prying Riki’s open and guiding them to rest on Heeseung’s shoulders. 

“Jake and I will be the only people that you kiss from now on,” Heeseung whispers, tone possessive and steady as he forces his lips back onto Riki’s. It catches him by surprise, but Riki moans into the kiss, bunching his hands in the fabric of Heeseung’s shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. 

Heeseung isn’t as languid with it this time. His lips are moving with more effort as he nips at Riki’s mouth. It feels nice, and Riki thinks that his hyung wants him to open his mouth, so he does. The hand that’s cupping his cheek moves down until it’s underneath his chin, urging him into one place as Heeseung licks into his open mouth. He tastes like the after flavors of a red bull, but Riki finds that he doesn’t mind. 

Their kiss is messy and loud and Riki tries his best to follow Heeseung’s lead, but it still feels good. It feels so good and it’s everything he’s ever wanted and he doesn’t want to ever be apart from him. Riki also feels his dick filling out in his pants, and he would be a little embarrassed if he didn’t know that Heeseung is hard too. 

And then Riki is being snapped into reality again when he hears a moan that didn’t come from him or Heeseung. He pulls away from his hyung’s lips, worry overtaking his features as he tries to meet eyes with Jake. 

“Jake hyung…” he whimpers out, feeling terrible for making out with Heeseung in front of him like this. 

Heeseung laughs, “You don’t think your precious Jake hyung is enjoying this? Don’t you hear him?” He’s so close to Riki’s ear, licking the shell of it as he meanly laughs again and forces Riki to look over at Jake. 

What he’s met with is enough for Riki’s heart to almost stop beating. Jake is already looking at him, lube tossed next to him on the couch carelessly as he uses his slicked up palm to stroke his cock. Riki realizes now that Jake has been loudly moaning and whimpering, but he thought that all of those noises were coming from himself. Jake is enjoying this too. 

“Look at him. He’s not usually allowed to touch himself without my permission, but I’ll let it slide today,” Heeseung says, getting up from his spot beside Riki. Riki does stare at him, watching as Jake stops at Heeseung’s word and lets out a whimper. It’s hot and Riki feels a little ashamed of the fact that he wants to see Heeseung punish Jake.

Heeseung grabs Riki’s hand and gestures for Jake to follow them as he pulls Riki along to their bedroom. 

Riki has only been in here once before to grab something for Jake, but back then he had stood there and admired the place. He stared at the bed that his hyungs slept in, that they had sex in. There was a half empty bottle of lube on the bedside table back then and it’s still there, but now it’s almost empty.

It feels all too intimate to be here, but Riki doesn’t let his nerves deter him because these are his hyungs and they would never hurt him. He knows that and he trusts them with his entire life. He trusts them with everything. Heeseung gently places him on the bed and then pulls Jake closer to him, locking their lips in a way that looks familiar and practiced. 

Heeseung shoves his hand into Jake’s pants and pulls his cock out, stroking it as he forces him to lay on his back on the bed, just beside where Riki is sitting. Riki’s cheeks burn a bright red as he watches the lewd sight of Heeseung’s hand moving up and down Jake’s cock. It looks heavy, the tip is flushed and leaking. Heeseung uses the precum to help aid his slide, smearing it all over the tip. Riki drinks the sounds that Jake is letting out, a high strung and whiny as he arches his back like he’s close. 

“Hyung,” he moans out, tears falling from his eyes. Heeseung doesn’t say anything, leaning down to lick at the salty tears drying on his cheeks. He must already be worked up from whatever it was they were doing before Riki arrived. 

Jake’s face is completely flushed and it causes Riki’s dick to twitch. He moves his hand down to press over the bulge in his pants, unable to contain it as he moans when he finally gets the friction he needs on his own cock. 

Riki watches as Heeseung moves until he’s connecting their lips again, stroking Jake’s cock with more fervor. Riki has never touched anyone else in that way, so he takes note of the way Heeseung swirls his fingers around the tip and flicks his wrist in a practiced motion. He plays Jake’s body with eagerness and familiarity, like he knows exactly what to do to get him off, and Riki isn’t surprised that he does know. 

“What do you want, baby?” Heeseung questions lowly, voice deep and guttural like Jake’s pleasure is enough to get him off. Even the sound of that word leaving his lips, in reference to Jake the same way he had referred to Riki. Baby. He can’t ignore what it does to him, what he wants from Heeseung and Jake. 

Jake’s eyes are quick to shift from the man on top of him over to Riki. Their eyes meet, gazes firm and steady as they stare at each other. Riki feels the want rush over him, consuming him like he’s never felt before. He imagines what it must feel like to fuck Jake open, what it must feel like to hear those pretty moans leaving his mouth all for Riki. There’s desire deep in his gut, begging him to do something, to make his dreams a reality, but Riki knows that he cannot do this without Heeseung’s permission. 

The voice in his mind is reminding him that Jake is not his. That he cannot do whatever it is he pleases to him. Jake belongs to Heeseung and Heeseung belongs to Jake. There’s no place for Riki. The thought alone makes his heart twist up tightly, thorned vines constricting it until he bleeds. Here he is, acting like he’ll ever truly have a place in his hyung’s hearts and despite Heeseung’s earlier possessive words, Riki knows that he never will. The feeling is almost enough to make him tumble out of the bed and never talk to either one of them ever again, but Jake’s voice breaks him out of his stupor. 

“I want Riki to fuck me, hyung. I want him,” Jake says. It’s barely louder than a whisper, but Riki still hears it and his cock twitches at the words. He can’t even really believe that they came out of Jake’s mouth, that it sounds like he actually wants Riki. 

Heeseung hums. “Hear that, Riki? Jakey wants me to teach you how to fuck him.” He sounds a little teasing, but serious for the most part as he reaches over the bed to grab the lube and stick it right in Riki’s palm. “Is that what you want?” 

Riki doesn’t even have to think of his response. He’s been dreaming of Jake’s body beneath him, soft muscles and lithe waist, body so tight and so full of him. He just never expected it to happen, let alone happen with Heeseung watching them. He doesn’t even have a chance to say anything, and it’s almost like Heeseung is reading his mind as he says, 

“I see how you look at him, baby. I know that you want this, too. It’s okay to want us.”

And then Jake, “We want you too, Riki.” 

Truly, he wants to cry because he feels like he’s been forced into an alternate universe where he’s no longer watching his hyungs shower each other in love and affection while he’s on the outside looking in. He actually gets to be a part of it. They aren’t disgusted by the fact that he wants them both because they want him too. To be wanted is something completely unfamiliar to Riki, but he doesn’t unwelcome the feeling. He doesn’t ever want to let go of it. 

So even though he’s feeling unsure of himself, he’s reassured with the fact that his hyungs will take care of him. He leans in and kisses Jake, moaning quietly when the other man’s arms wrap around his neck and pull Riki on top of him. Jake’s tongue prods at the seam of his lips and Riki welcomes him in with no hesitation, whimpering at the taste of Jake’s spit. Weirdly enough, he’s sweeter than Heeseung and much more gentle. He isn’t as rushed and hurried like the older man, but instead much more sensual and graceful. 

It feels so good, Riki doesn’t ever want it to stop, but it does and he lets out a pitiful whine. He hears Heeseung laugh from beside him, head propped up by his hand as he watches the two of them. 

“Take off your clothes,” Jake says, taking off his own shirt and throwing it on to the ground. Riki moves on auto pilot, stripping until he’s in nothing except for his boxers. His cheeks turn hot as he looks down at them and realizes that they’ve got little ducks printed on them. 

“Cute,” Heeseung snorts, kissing Riki’s cheek as he slides Jake’s pants off of his legs for him and then plants a kiss square on his lips. They seem to get carried away with it, the sounds of their heavy breathing and sloppy kisses making Riki even more turned on. He likes the way that Jake looks so small beneath Heeseung and he knows that since he’s taller than Heeseung, Jake will be even tinier beneath him. 

Something else that Riki takes notice of is how Jake looks naked. His body is beautiful, Riki knew that it would be, but he’s flushed everywhere. His nipples are hard, Heeseung’s finger finds one of them and rolls it between his fingers, taking in the sounds of Jake’s moans. 

“Hyung,” Jake whines, drawing out the sound when Heeseung does it a little harsher. 

“So sensitive,” Heeseung says as he pulls away, gesturing for Riki to take his place on top of Jake again. 

Riki does, trying to steady his trembling hands as he thinks about what to do and how to make Jake feel good. He starts by leaning down to kiss him again, more sure about what he’s doing as he nips at Jake’s bottom lip and slips his tongue inside. Even if Jake is extremely receptive to the feeling of their lips together, Riki still wants to make him feel even better. He knows that he doesn’t have the same knowledge of what Jake likes as Heeseung does, but he has been watching. Learning. He thinks back to what Heeseung was doing for Jake moments ago, breaking their kiss to squirt a bit of the lube on his palm before he hesitates. 

Jake takes Riki’s hand and leads it to his cock. Riki is a little scared to mess up, but he does what he learned from Heeseung, thumbing at the precum leaking at the tip and moving his hand up and down the base. 

“Good job, Riki. Just like that,” Jake says, head falling back on the pillows as he lets out the sweetest moans. He moves his other hand until it’s hovering over Jake’s chest, taking his nipple between his fingers and rolling it in the way that must’ve felt good when Heeseung did it. “Such a good boy for hyung.”

Riki squeezes his eyes shut at the praise. He’s been subconsciously rutting his hips against Jake’s thigh and he has to halt his movements to stop himself from cumming. It’s a little embarrassing what those words do to him, but he wants more. He wants to be good for Heeseung and Jake, wants them to recognize the fact that he’s been waiting for them. Waiting for this. 

He puts in more effort as he keeps a consistent speed and squeezes Jake’s cock a little harder. His hyung lets out breathy moans, arching his back and crying out loudly. Riki thinks that he’s close, wants to be the reason that Jake cums, but then he becomes very aware of someone’s gaze on him. He slows down despite Jake’s whines. 

He hears an approving hum from Heeseung and turns his head, meeting the other man’s eyes. They’re dark and wanting, swirling with desire and arousal. Riki wonders why Heeseung isn’t touching himself and at the same time questions how he has so much composure in a moment like this. 

“You need to get him ready for your cock, baby,” Heeseung says, licking his lips as he prowls closer to them. “A hand job is nice and all, but he wants more. Isn’t that right, Jakey?”

Jake lifts his head and nods, eyes flashing to Riki’s pleadingly. “Want to cum with you inside of me.” 

The words have him widening his eyes, stopping his movements completely. Riki didn’t think that he would be losing his virginity today. Truly, he really just wanted to learn how to kiss and maybe flirt a little, but this was completely unexpected. However, he doesn’t find himself being opposed to it and only feels his dick get harder, if that’s even possible at this point. 

“I…” Riki starts, trailing off as he looks between the two of them. He hadn’t noticed it, but Heeseung had picked up the lube bottle at one point or another and looked like he was getting ready to use it. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You know that, right? We would never want to pressure you into anything,” Jake says, lifting himself up so that he could properly look at both Riki and Heeseung. 

Heeseung nods along, fingers playing with the cap of the lube.

“You– Are you sure? You guys are together—”

“Don’t worry about that. Give me your hand,” Heeseung says, grabbing Riki by the wrist and squirting a bit of lube onto his fingers. He lathers them up for him, making sure that two of his fingers are evenly coated. Riki’s breath stutters at the cold feeling of the lube in contrast to Heeseung’s warm hand holding his own. 

“Really. Don’t worry, Riki,” Jake says, a bit more cool-headed and calmer than Heeseung. Riki nods, trying to steady his breathing. He’s still in disbelief of this really even happening. 

Heeseung leans in to give him a reassuring kiss before he’s guiding Riki’s hand down to Jake’s hole. “Have you done this to yourself before?” He gently asks. 

Riki shakes his head no, cheeks a deep red. Heeseung smiles sweetly before he’s taking one of Riki’s fingers and lightly running it over Jake’s hole. He watches as the other man gasps lightly, his cock twitching lightly at the feeling. Heeseung circles Riki’s finger around it before he’s guiding it right above Jake’s heat and beckoning Riki to push it inside. 

“Be gentle. There’s a spot that will feel really good for Jake. You’ll know it when you feel it,” Heeseung instructs, humming approvingly when Riki begins thrusting his finger in and out of Jake. 

He’s just so tight, and Riki can’t lie and say that there isn’t excitement thrumming through his veins as he grows more comfortable moving his finger. Heeseung tells him to add a second one, so he does, pouring more lube over it as he thrusts it in alongside his index finger. Jake begins to squirm at that, moaning loudly when Riki’s fingers come in contact with something inside of him. His prostate, Riki thinks, brushing over that spot again and again. 

“Does it feel good?” Riki asks, genuinely curious. 

“So good, please more,” Jake moans, throwing his head back and his hand finds Heeseung’s and squeezes it. 

Heeseung chuckles meanly. “Such a slut. Add another finger, baby.” 

Riki’s heart stills at Heeseung words and his mean tone, but Jake seems to enjoy it, tears clumping at his eyelashes and streaming down his face when Riki follows Heeseung’s instructions and adds a third finger. His movements are no longer hesitant and he feels much more sure of himself as he spreads his fingers in an attempt to stretch Jake out like Heeseung has instructed him to.

He realizes that Heeseung has been saying certain things that help Jake feel even better and he wants to try his hand at it, wants Jake to cry over his words and beg for his cock. Even if he knows that he would gladly give Jake anything that he asks for, he wants to make him desperate, the same way Heeseung does. 

“Come on, hyung. Tell me what you want. Do you want your dongsaeng to fuck you?” The words feel awkward coming out of his mouth, but he feels Jake tighten up around his fingers. 

Jake doesn’t say anything though, just squeezes his eyes shut as he moans and more tears fall from his eyes. Riki doesn’t think he’s ever seen somebody so beautiful. He doesn’t think he ever will see anyone more beautiful than Jake. 

“Riki asked you a question,” Heeseung harshly says, hands finding their way into Jake’s hair and pulling. Riki gasps lightly at the sound of Jake’s loud cries. 

“ Yes! ‘ M sorry, hyung!”

Heeseung scoffs loudly. “Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to your dongsaeng.”

Riki has never heard Heeseung speak to anybody in this way, but it does something to the arousal swirling in his stomach and all he can do is stare at his hyung. He admires the expression on Heeseung’s face when he’s angry, gaze hard and mouth pulled into a deep frown. It’s hot. It’s so hot and Riki doesn’t know if he can look away. 

And then he does, because Jake is beneath him, absolutely destroyed with tear tracks down his face and swollen lips. “I’m sorry, Riki! Please fuck me!”

He wants to so badly. Riki can’t stop himself as he pulls his fingers out and ignores the sound of Jake’s whines at feeling empty. He’s quick to strip himself out of his boxers and get back in between Jake’s legs. His cock slaps against his stomach and leaves a trail of precum, making him blush in embarrassment. Heeseung takes the lube again, this time squirting an ample amount of lube in his own palm and stroking Riki with it. 

Riki moans out quietly as Heeseung pumps his cock and lines the tip up with Jake’s hole. His eyes meet Riki’s, slightly hooded and drowning in desire. “Make yourself feel good. Do everything you’ve ever imagined to him,” he says, voice low and teasing. Riki burns from the embarrassment, wondering how Heeseung knows about his deepest fantasies. 

He takes a deep breath as he nods and finally pushes inside. Jake feels so tight around him, the pleasure is mind numbing as Riki lets out a loud moan at the feeling. He can hear Jake moaning too, begging him to start moving, crying for him to do something, but he can’t. Riki tries to pull out, but Jake is sucking him in so nicely and he feels it happening before it does. 

His stomach twists into a knot as his balls tighten and he’s coming inside, letting out a loud groan as he falls on top of Jake. He’s panting loudly, tears in his eyes as he cries at the sensation of Jake milking his cum and pulsing around him. It’s a type of pleasure that he’s never felt before and even though he has half the mind to be embarrassed, it still feels so good. He never wants to leave Jake’s body and never wants to be inside of someone else. 

“Oh, Riki,” Heeseung mutters, voice so deep that it sends shivers down his spine. 

Heeseung’s voice breaks him out of his stupor and he realizes what he’s done. Now he feels more embarrassed as tears spring to his eyes. He blinks in an attempt to clear his watery eyes, but it doesn’t work.  

“Hyung! I’m so sorry,” Riki cries out, not even sure which one of them he’s referring to. 

“Couldn’t even fuck him properly. My poor Jakey. I guess hyung should’ve shown you how to,” he says, standing from the bed and finally shedding his clothes. Riki can’t do anything except for watch, swallowing thickly when Heeseung takes off his boxers and his cock springs out. It’s an angry red, almost purple and a shade darker than his actual skin tone. There’s veins running all up his length, leading to the pearlescent bead of precum that slowly dribbles down it. 

Riki has never been insecure about the size of his own dick, but now looking at Heeseung’s, he can’t help but to feel a little bit of that shame and embarrassment creep up at the back of his neck. He wants to know what it feels like to be fucked by him and he wonders how he’s even going to fit inside of Jake when the other man was so tight.

“Move,” Heeseung says. It’s an obvious command and Riki doesn’t want to fuck up even more, so he does. He pulls out of Jake, feeling disappointed as he watches his own release leak out of him. 

Heeseung really wastes no time. He takes Riki’s place in between Jake’s legs and grabs onto his thighs, pulling him down so that their bodies are meeting. Riki’s cheeks heat up as he realizes that Heeseung doesn’t bother with lube, instead taking Riki’s release and using it to coat himself. He lines his cock up and thrusts inside with no hesitation, immediately setting a brutal pace as he throws Jake’s leg over his shoulder. 

“Heeseung hyung!” Jake moans out, body moving higher up the bed from the force of Heeseung’s thrusts. Riki watches through blurry eyes as Heeseung’s cock moves in and out rapidly, shiny with his own release and pushing out a moan from Jake with each punching thrust. It’s something he never expected to see, yet he never wants to forget it. Jake’s face as he gets fucked is more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen before and Heeseung’s face as he fucks him, strands of hair falling in front of his eyes and sweat glistening above his brow bone, is equally as beautiful. 

“That’s it, baby. Such a slut for me,” Heeseung says, leaning down to connect their lips in a messy kiss with a lot of tongue and too much teeth. Riki feels like he should look away, but can’t bring himself to do so. The sounds they make are obscene as they groan into each other’s mouths at the same time that their bodies slap together where they connect. His eyes roam down to where Heeseung’s balls are hitting Jake’s taint with each thrust. It makes arousal burn deep in his stomach again. 

Riki’s hand moves until it’s hovering over his spent dick, fully intent on touching himself. However, he stops when Heeseung turns to look at him, eyes immediately burning up in what seems like anger. 

“Don’t even think about it. Don’t touch yourself, Riki. You need to learn how to fuck the right way,” Heeseung pants out, hips snapping faster. 

He wants to be good for Heeseung and doesn't want to make any more mistakes, so he nods. His eyes never leave the two of them, taking in every little thing that Heeseung does to elicit those pretty moans from Jake’s lips. He watches as the muscles in Heeseung’s body contract and flex with each movement, his tan skin glistening with sweat from his exertion. Even if he’s fucking Jake at a quick pace, he’s still making sure to get deep inside of him, the outline of his cock visible in Jake’s abdomen with each grind of his hips. 

One of Heeseung’s hands is even on Jake’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Even the sound of his breathing and groans seems to spur Jake on even more. It’s hardly coherent for Riki since he’s more focused on his movements but he thinks he hears things like ‘so good for hyung’ and ‘such a good boy for me’ tumbling out of Heeseung’s lips. 

Riki wants to touch himself, close his eyes, and pretend that it’s him that’s being praised by Heeseung. He wants to be on the receiving end of his words and his touch, wants to know what it feels like to be fucked stupid by him and his stupidly big cock. Almost as if he can sense Riki’s thoughts, Heeseung meets his gaze again, a warning look swirling through his lust filled eyes. 

At the sight that he hasn’t touched himself, Heeseung seems a little approving and proud. He must sense Riki’s need for that approval and pride to be vocalized to him, to let him know that he’s doing a good job. No matter how much he wanted to touch himself and cum again, he’s kept his hands to himself and instead watched as the other two made each other feel good. 

“Doing good for hyung, Riki. Proud of you, baby. Hyung will let you cum soon,” Heeseung reassures him, voice steady save for the view pants he lets out in between. His words make Riki gleam all over, nodding eagerly as he allows himself to feel pleased at satisfying his hyung. 

“Hee–hyung! Close,” Jake whines, closing his eyes. 

Heeseung’s attention is drawn back to Jake and Riki watches as he pulls out and quickly maneuvers Jake until he’s turned around and on his knees. He’s back inside in an instant, big hands completely circled around Jake’s small waist. 

Jake moans, attempting to hold himself up until his arms shake and he falls face forward into the bedding. Riki has half the mind to be concerned before one of Heeseung’s hands finds its way to Jake’s head and pushes it further into the mattress. 

Riki thinks that the scene in front of him is so arousing. He’s fully hard again, wishing that he was the one being relentlessly fucked by Heeseung. Jake’s cries are muffled but still loud enough that they both can hear him. Heeseung doesn’t seem to mind as he closes his eyes and fucks him with more fervor. 

“I’ve got you, baby. You can cum, sweetheart. You’ve been good for hyung,” Heeseung praises, biting the back of one of Jake’s shoulders as his hips never let up on their pace. Jake clutches on to the bedsheet before he’s letting out a loud moan, cumming all over the mattress beneath him. Heeseung moans too, fucking Jake until his pace is slightly faltering and he’s cumming too, filling Jake with his load. 

His orgasm lasts longer than Jake’s had and he fucks the younger man through the entirety of it, Heeseung’s cum leaking out around his dick. Riki can’t tear his eyes away, enjoying the sounds of Jake’s overstimulated whines as Heeseung continues to fuck him and fill him up until his belly is slightly distended from the amount of cum inside of him.  

“Hyung,” Jake whines, “Sensitive.” Riki doesn’t know if he’ll ever forget the sound of Jake’s whines, but he knows that he certainly doesn’t want to. Under the assumption that this is a one time thing, Riki doesn’t want to allow any of the memories to fade. He never wants to forget the sounds of his hyungs in pleasure nor does he want to forget the looks on their faces as they reach their peaks. 

“I’m almost done, baby. Just a little more,” Heeseung groans, thrusting his hips deeply into Jake one last time and finally finishing. 

He slowly pulls out then, shushing Jake’s protests. He gently flips Jake over, massaging his muscles for a bit before reaching over to their bedside table. He opens one of the drawers and hands Riki something that he’s never seen before. It’s smaller at the tip and gets bigger at the base and at the end of it is a pink gem in the shape of a heart. 

“It’s a plug,” Heeseung explains, gesturing towards where his release is leaking out of Jake. “To keep everything inside.” 

Riki watches as Heeseung’s fingers collect the cum pooling at his hole and shoves it all back inside. He pulls his fingers out and Riki takes that as his cue to push the plug inside. He watches as Jake’s face scrunches up in displeasure. Heeseung’s hand lays on top of his as he forces Riki to thrust the rest of it inside. Jake looks content then, humming in satisfaction as he leans up to place a kiss on Heeseung’s lips and then Riki’s right after. 

It’s a sweet kiss and Jake seems tired, unable to get up completely from the bed as he rests against the pillows and looks completely spent and fucked out. However, Riki is still hard, staying obedient to his Heeseung hyung and trusting that he would help Riki get off, just like he said. 

“Hyung,” he quietly calls out. He’s embarrassed to even be asking something like this of Heeseung, but, “It hurts.” 

Heeseung coos, gently laying Riki down as he gets on top of him the same way he had for Jake. “What do you want me to do for you, baby? Want me to use my mouth?”

Riki shakes his head, eyes roaming down Heeseung’s body and staring at his half hard cock. He wonders how Heeseung still is hard, even when he just came so much. It doesn’t matter to him though, because he wants Heeseung to fuck him regardless. 

“I want you— I want you to take my virginity, Heeseung hyung. Just like you did for Jake hyung,” Riki says, words burning a bright red. He honestly can’t believe that those words even came out of his mouth. 

Heeseung's eyes widen, but then he’s smirking, nodding to himself as he forces Riki’s leg to open wide enough to accommodate his body. He doesn’t say anything as he lays himself on his stomach and teases his fingers over Riki’s dry hole. 

It makes Riki shiver, looking for something to hold on to and finding his hand seized by Jake’s. He turns his head to face the man next to him before he’s being pulled into a kiss. It’s distracting him from what Heeseung is doing, kissing his thighs and nipping at the insides of them, surely leaving little marks in his wake. 

To be honest, Riki expected Heeseung to do what he had made Riki do to Jake in order to prep him. He expected him to squirt an ample amount of lube on his fingers and to finger Riki open until he deemed him ready to finally take Heeseung’s cock, but he isn’t doing any of that. No, instead he licks over Riki’s hole, making him let out a yelp and attempt to close his legs around Heeseung’s head. 

Heeseung’s hands come up to pry his thighs apart, keeping them open as he looks up at Riki from where he’s laying. 

“Relax. Hyung just wants a taste,” Heeseung mutters, hot breath ghosting over his hole and causing goosebumps to erupt all over his skin. 

Riki takes a deep breath and nods, squeezing Jake’s hand as he turns to face him again. 

“Heeseung hyung will make you feel good, okay? Just relax for him, baby,” Jake says, and Riki is nodding again because he trusts them both. He pulls Jake in for another kiss and gets lost in that feeling until he feels Heeseung’s tongue prodding at his hole again. 

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but it isn’t entirely unwelcomed. Heeseung is warm between his legs, tongue licking around his taint and inside of his thighs before he’s allowing the tip of his tongue to dip inside of Riki’s hole.

“Ah,” Riki says, legs threatening to close around Heeseung’s head again but the older man keeps him open, thrusting his tongue further inside of Riki. He swirls it around, dragging it along Riki’s walls and warming him up with his spit. It feels nice, Riki can’t hold back the sound of his loud moans as his hyung explores one of his most intimate areas. 

Heeseung pulls away to quickly squirt lube on three of his fingers before he’s back on his front connecting his mouth to Rik’s hole. He feels the first digit wiggle in, thrusting in and out in tandem with Heeseung’s tongue. 

“Hyung,” Riki says, head falling back against the pillows as he allows Jake to kiss him again. Similar to how Heeseung’s tongue is fucking him, Jake makes it a point to fuck Riki’s mouth in the same manner. It’s a weird feeling, but it only makes his cock strain harder to the point that it hurts even more. 

He doesn’t have a chance to say or do anything though because Heeseung is sliding in a second finger, and scissoring the two of them around his tongue, using them to open him up as he continues to fuck him with his hot tongue. He goes on like that for the next few minutes, drinking in the sounds of Riki’s whimpers and moans and using them as encouragement to keep going. 

It all feels so good, Riki doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s got Heeseung’s mouth on him, making him feel amazing, and then he’s got Jake kissing him with fervor. It’s messy and sloppy, but he can almost taste Heeseung on Jake’s lips. The thought makes him moan, suddenly desperate for Heeseung’s cock. He breaks the kiss with Jake and uses his free hand to tangle his fingers in Heeseung’s hair. 

“I’m ready, hyung. Please. Please fuck me,” Riki cries, pushing Heeseung’s head away from his hole and attempting his best to do the same type of puppy eyes that Jake does. Riki is either really good at replicating Jake or Heeseung is also feeling really desperate, because he doesn’t say anything as he pulls his fingers out and instead reaches for the lube. 

“I’ll fuck you, baby. Make you only want my cock, make you mine,” Heeseung promises, lathering his cock up in thick globs of lube and kissing Riki’s hole with the tip of it. His hands find Riki’s waist, the same way that they had held on to Jake’s, and then he’s pushing in. 

Riki opens his mouth in a silent gasp, tightening his hold on Jake’s hand as a searing pain starts at the base of his spine. Heeseung is gentle as he continues to force the rest of his cock inside, so big as it bullies its way into him. There are tears welling up at Riki’s eyes, blurring his vision. 

“Breathe,” Jake gently reminds him, one of his hands coming up to brush away at a few stray strands of Riki’s hair. He listens to that soothing voice, breathing in the exact way that Jake tells him too as he tries to keep the tears from leaking out of his eyes. 

His gaze meets Heeseung’s, sees that the other man is trying hard not to fuck into him relentlessly. A drop of sweat rolls down his face as he breathes heavily, panting and heaving like he’s never done this before. It makes Riki feel a little powerful to have rendered Heeseung down to this, down to a less calm version of his typically very relaxed hyung. 

“So tight. Feels so good, Riki,” Heeseung says, hands gripping on to his waist even tighter. 

“I saved myself for you, hyung. For both of you,” Riki moans, crying out loudly once Heeseung moves his hips and pulls out a bit, thrusting back into him harshly. At the same time, Jake takes him into a kiss, groaning into his mouth as he pries Riki’s mouth open with his tongue and claims every inch of it. 

Heeseung groans at the words as he continues fucking Riki at a steady taste, hands finding their way to his thighs and pulling him closely. Riki takes that as a sign to wrap his legs around Heeseung’s body and begins meeting his thrusts, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Heeseung’s cock hits his prostate. 

“Does it feel good?” Jake asks, mocking Riki’s earlier words teasingly. 

Riki whines, pushing his hips back to continue meeting Heeseung’s thrusts. He can’t speak, can’t respond to Jake as he experiences the best pleasure he’s ever felt in his entire life. He doesn’t know why he abstained from sex for so long, especially sex with Jake and Heeseung. If he knew that Heeseung had the ability to fuck him until he literally couldn’t speak, he would’ve done anything to garner his attention.

“Aww, baby can’t answer. He’s been fucked stupid,” Heeseung says, leaning down and tilting Riki’s face towards him until he’s facing him. Heeseung tries to kiss him, but Riki’s mouth is stuck in an open mouthed gasp, breathily moaning with furrowed eyebrows. 

At his lack of response and reciprocation of the kiss, Heeseung forms a glob of spit and lets it drop into Riki’s open mouth. Out of surprise, Riki closes his mouth, in shock at the fact that Heeseung had even done that. 

“Swallow,” Heeseung grunts, hips still unrelenting in their pace. 

Riki knows better than to disobey a word that comes out of Heeseung’s mouth, so he swallows, opening his mouth back up and sticking his tongue out to show his hyung. 

“That’s a good boy, Riki,” he praises, leaning down and connecting their lips. Riki moans into the kiss, body lit aflame by the words. It feels amazing to be good for Heeseung. He wants to continue to hear those words tumbling out of his hyung’s pretty mouth, but Riki still can’t find any words. The only sounds coming out of his mouth are whimpers and moans and other incoherent sounds. 

When Heeseung pulls away from him, seemingly getting lost in his own pleasure as he groans louder, Riki is being held by Jake, soothing circles being drawn on to his side. 

“You’re doing good for Heeseung hyung. Look how good you’re making him feel,” Jake mutters, voice so sweet as he nibbles on Riki’s ear. “I’m proud of you, baby. You’re perfect.”

He does as he’s told, eyes moving over Heeseung’s figure. His eyes are screwed shut, heavy breaths leaving his mouth as he fucks Riki with his steady rhythm. There’s sweat above his brow bone, rolling down his face at a particularly hard thrust. When he moves his eyes lower he sees where they’re connected, watches as Heeseung’s big cock drills in and out of him, glistening with lube. He sees the way his abdomen juts out with each thrust, brings his hand down to feel Heeseung’s dick from the outside. 

Riki squeezes his eyes closed at Jake’s words, tightening his legs around Heeseung’s waist as his thighs begin to quiver with the telltale signs of his orgasm. He wants to find the words to warn Heeseung, but it really doesn’t seem like he needs to. His hyung is very observant as he lifts his head and meets Riki’s gaze, hands moving down his body until he’s grasping Riki’s cock. 

His calloused palm feels rough against the soft skin. He squeezes Riki’s dick lightly before he begins stroking the shaft in time to his thrusts. “Come for hyung, baby. I know you can.” His voice is a little shaky, like he’s close too. Riki feels pride at the thought of being able to make Heeseung cum the same way that Jake had. He clenches around him, wanting to feel him come inside first. 

“I want you to finish inside, hyung. Please give me your cum!” Riki shamelessly whines, locking his ankles behind Heeseung’s lower back and forcing him in deeper. He doesn’t allow him to pull out any more than necessary to fuck him, worried that Heeseung would pull out before filling him up. 

“Riki,” Heeseung moans, grinding against Riki’s prostate and jerking him off with more fervor, but Riki does his best to hold it. However, he can’t, not when Jake take’s one of his hands and touches his sensitive nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Riki cries out, never having been touched there before as he throws his head back against the pillows, tears leaking out of his face rapidly. He whines loudly and then cums all over his and Heeseung’s stomachs. 

“You’re ours, Riki. For the rest of your life, you belong to us,” Heeseung possessively says. 

The words make Riki a little dizzy with pleasure and satisfaction. 

Heeseung groans loudly, the sound of their skin slapping coming to a halt once he gets in as deep as he can and finally comes inside of Riki. Even if he’s just fucked Jake, he still has so much cum to give, hips moving shallowly as he fucks his release deeper into Riki. There’s so much of it, leaking past his cock and down Riki’s thighs, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, Riki likes how the white pearlescent fluid looks against his tan skin. 

He likes it more since it’s Heeseung’s cum, still being pumped into him as his lower belly distends the same way that Jake’s had. He moans as his palm presses down on to it, reveling in the way that Heeseung groans from above him. Once he finally finishes, he slowly pulls out, taking a moment to catch his breath before he’s leaning down and giving Riki a kiss. 

However, there’s something that Riki doesn’t understand. Heeseung had been more than willing to plug Jake, so how come he doesn’t want to do it for him too? He tries not to let it bother him, but then Heeseung looks like he’s about to get up and suddenly everything feels like too much. 

“Hyung, wait,” Riki whines, grabbing on to Heeseung’s arm and attempting not to cry at the sight of his pretty face. Jake looks stuck in a tired daze from beside him, eyes closing and opening slowly like he’s treading the line of sleep. 

“What is it, baby? Are you hurt?” Heeseung asks, so gentle as he cups Riki’s face. 

“How come you didn't plug me like you did for Jake hyung?” 

Heeseung stops for a moment, breath stuttering as he looks between the two of them like he can’t believe that this is happening. Honestly, Riki doesn’t blame him since he’s had the same thought floating around his head multiple times tonight. 

“I didn’t think that you’d want me too, but…” Heeseung says, trailing off as he opens the second drawer and opens a brand new box. He looks at the plug before he’s spitting on it, lubing it up and bringing it down to Riki’s hole. 

It’s the same one as Jake’s, except the gem is red instead of pink. However, the color doesn’t matter as Heeseung fingers his release back inside of Riki before he’s stuffing him with the plug, groaning at the sight. He kisses Riki when he’s done, lips soft and gentle. He’s about to get up again, but then Jake is pulling his arm.

“Lay down, hyung,” he mumbles sleepily, moving to one side of the bed and dragging Riki along with him so that there’s enough space for Heeseung.  

It seems like he wants to protest, but then Heeseung is watching as the two of them cuddle without him and collapses on the bed next to them with a loud sigh. It feels nice to be laying in between his hyungs finally. Riki doesn’t ever want to leave his place with them, feeling so warm as Heeseung throws his arm over Riki’s stomach. 

No matter how good it feels though, Riki isn’t able to quell the questions that his brain keeps throwing at him. He doesn't want to ruin the soft and comfortable atmosphere they’ve seemed to settle in. He thinks he hears Heeseung lightly snoring from behind him, but it doesn’t matter because Jake is speaking to him anyway. 

“You’re thinking so loudly right now,” he teases, hand finding Riki’s again and squeezing it reassuringly. “Don’t stress so much. Just enjoy the moment.” 

Riki can’t. 

“What does this mean for us, hyung? How do we go back from this?” Riki shakily asks, the thought of losing his hyungs too much for his heart to handle. 

He feels movement from behind him as Heeseung sits up so that he can see the both of them, leaning down and kissing Riki and then kissing Jake. “We do whatever you want to do. Jake and I agreed that we’d like it if you were apart of our relationship, but it’s up to you.” 

He wants it, wants it more than anything. The thought of finally belonging to someone, let alone his Heeseung and Jake hyungs, makes something flutter through his stomach. He’d rather it be them than anybody else, the same way he had trusted them to take so many of his firsts. He doesn’t need to think about because he knows that it’s everything he’s ever wanted, but Jake speaks up before he has the chance. 

“You don’t need to give us an answer now, you can think about it,” he gently says. 

“But you’re not going on that date,” Heeseung grumbles, laying back down beside him and kissing the back of his neck. Riki looks at Jake who rolls his eyes with a giggle. 

“Let’s just sleep for now and we can talk about it more in the morning,” Riki suggests, proud of himself when they both hum in agreement. “But…I like you guys too,” he quietly adds. 

He doesn’t need to see Heeseung to know that he’s got a shit eating grin on his face. The older man simply pulls him closer before kissing him. Jake moves along with them too, smiling softly as he kisses Riki sweetly. He throws his own arm around Riki too, cuddling into his side. He feels so warm and safe, body secured in between the two people that he trusts most in the world. And despite the road ahead of them consisting of so many unknowns, Riki doesn’t feel afraid, especially because he knows that he’ll have both of his hyungs right there with him. 

Riki snuggles deeper into them before finally allowing the exhaustion to take over and lull him into one of the best sleeps of his life.