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ACT I: GAY CAT MEETS SEXY (ALSO GAY) DEER.
If Zhong Chenle was one thing, he definitely wasn’t dumb. Chenle knew he had a type, painstakingly so. (Especially after the “Soobin inkigayo situation™”, another story, another day.)
He liked them taller than him, lanky, awkward, with a tinge of sass that kept him on his toes. But most of all, he liked them when they were a tad oblivious, unaware of the way he was watching them, how much he liked watching them, to be exact. Call it “being a pervert” or “Hunter’s instinct”, if you want to be poetic about it. Chenle didn’t exactly care. I mean, sue him, he was surrounded by beautiful men every day, when was window shopping ever a crime? (Renjun would argue his intentions were far more sinister, but Renjun was a buzzkill.) Or maybe it was Chenle’s “cat-like mindset” that leads him to spot a beautiful shiny man that makes his mouth water.
Whatever it is, maybe a combination of everything, is what leads him to his current dilemma, Jung Sungchan.
Chenle 100% believes it was fate. I mean, he just so happened to be sitting in the SM communal gym, ogling Jeno and Jaemin’s workout, like any reasonable person would do on a Tuesday afternoon, when he walks in. All broad shoulders and brown fluffy hair, Chenle’s eyes naturally drift to him. His white wife-beater stretches deliciously around his back muscles as he sets up his equipment. He wonders which sunbaenim is this? Maybe an older one he sees less?
Imagine Chenle’s surprise when this beef cake of a stranger turns around and it’s Sungchan, Jung. Fucking. Sungchan.
Chenle starts coughing, alerting the attention of Jeno and Jaemin (and unfortunately, Sungchan). He waves them off and makes eye contact with a worried Sungchan, throwing up a weak thumbs up.
‘When did Sungchan get so damn big?’ Chenle thinks after his coughing fit had cooled off. He continues to watch Sungchan hit his daily sets, or whatever it’s called, mesmerized by the way his biceps tense as he lifts. Sungchan, oblivious to it all, goes on with his routine, making small sounds and barely noticeable facial expressions, well, barely noticeable to everyone but Chenle. As soon as Sungchan gets up to refill his water bottle, Chenle is up following him.
‘Friendly Chat, that’s all, ’ replays in Chenle’s head as he walks up to the guy. Sungchan, oblivious, jumps when he feels a small, cold hand touch his shoulder.
“Oh Chenle!, I didn’t even see you coming up to me!” Sungchan says, clutching his heart, big hands covering his chest.
“Always so oblivious, Sungchan-yah, I got up not long after you left,” Chenle replies, staring at the large hand covering the still slightly trembling chest. He feels a sick thrill run through his body at the feeling of making this so much bigger man tremble. ‘Snap out of it,’ Chenle mentally shakes off the thoughts.
“Oh! Yeah, Taro always tells me I should be “more aware” before the wrong person comes around!” Sungchan says with a bright smile as he talks about his teammate. Oblivious, again, to the distracted Chenle in front of him, staring at his now resting arms. When Sungchan eventually stops talking about his member, he realizes Chenle’s silence, his gaze on his arms and chest. He makes a small sound of surprise, stirring Chenle out of his daze.
“A-Anyways! I was just..uhm..wondering. What do you do in the gym to get so..well, big?” Chenle stammers out, slightly embarrassed from getting caught staring. Sungchan’s already big eyes comically widen, letting out a shy laugh that causes Chenle’s cheeks to flush.
“Nothing really! Just the usual weight stuff! I got some tips from around.” Sungchan says, with big deer-like eyes staring down at Chenle. The eye contact causing something dangerous to swirl in his stomach. The flush from early spreading about both Chenle and Sungchan’s faces as the silence stretches on. Chenle stammers out some half-assed excuse and hightails it out of there, lost in his thoughts.
He makes it back to his apartment in a sort of fog, sitting down on his couch with a huff. ‘What the fuck, Zhong’. Chenle thinks, wondering what the hell happened in that hallway. I mean, it wasn’t like Chenle was planning anything. Not really. He had Jisung and was completely happy with him. They were good–great, even. Years on years of being sickeningly in love, still are, and always toeing that line of best friends and boyfriends. But he doesn’t consider this “cheating” per se. He’s not gonna act on this fascination (Without Jisung’s knowledge, of course). This could simply stay a game of cat and mouse, well, more like deer in this situation, forever for all he cared. He was content with his lovely boyfriend.
Chenle lets out a loud sigh in his apartment. He’ll just sleep on it; this “fascination” will be gone tomorrow. He’s sure of it.
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“Are you gonna tell him, or are you gonna sit on our couch and wallow in horny sadness?”
Chenle sits up from his slumped position and scowls at Jaemin, who is stretched out lazily across the couch opposite of him with Jeno lazing in his lap. The two of them staring at the sad boy on their couch.
“I am not wallowing,” Chenle mutters, glare intensifying at the comfy couple.
“You definitely are,” Jeno added, looking back down at his phone, hoodie pulled up around his face. Chenle, in response, sinks back into the couch, sighing heavily.
“It’s not that serious.” Chenle starts, voice slightly muffled, “I just think Sungchan is... intriguing.”
Jaemin raises a brow, “Intriguing... how? Like, ‘Wow I wanna become super close friends with him’ kind of intriguing or ‘I wanna see him naked and begging’ kind of intriguing?”
Chenle groaned, throwing a wrapper at Jaemin's perfectly smug-looking face. “Neither? Both? Maybe? I don’t know!” Chenle says, whining at his own frustration.
He feels like a shitty boyfriend for these thoughts overwheming him, he has a perfectly capable, perfectly loving boyfriend for god sake. He wishes he had never saw stupid Sungchan at that stupid gym that day.
Jeno sits up, curiosity and concern lacing his features. “Okay, but, being for real. If Jisung was into it..would you..?” Jeno asks, Jaemin finishing his question with lewd hand gestures behind him.
Chenle doesn’t answer right away, the silence hanging in the air. Finally, he sighs, looking Jeno in the eye.
“I-I don’t know,” Chenle starts. “When I start thinking about the logistics of it, I start to feel all weird. I love Jisung, like love love him. And I don’t wanna make things weird just because of a passing crush.”
“Crush? You wanna fuck him.” “Shut up, Jaemin.”
Jaemin softens a touch, expression becoming warm. “Just talk to him, Lele. If anyone is gonna understand you, it’s Jisung.” Jaemin ends with a soft smile.
Chenle smiles back, relaxing back into the overly comfy couch. Yeah, he’ll talk to Jisung soon.
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It takes a whole week for Chenle to bring it up.
Between constant practices and non-stop recordings, Chenle simply can’t find the time to bring it up to Jisung. Not because he was scared or anything. Of course not.
But when Wednesday night rolls around, finally finding time to relax, Chenle feels ready to speak up. He’s currently lying down on his bed, cuddled up with Jisung as he mindlessly plays some rhythm game on his phone. Chenle traces circles under Jisung’s shirt on his waist. Cold hands making the younger boy jump, before settling again.
“Sungie?”
Jisung hums in acknowledgment, focused on keeping his ongoing combo. Chenle sits up a bit before starting again.
“I’ve been having some thoughts lately. About someone.” Chenle rushes out, not quite sure if it even makes sense. Jisung blinks and looks at him, pausing his game finally.
“Is it about Haechan? Cause I also thought it was weird that he had a hickey after sleeping at Renjun’s place. I thought he and Mark were a thing?” Jisung starts to ramble, happy someone is finally bringing this up. Chenle puts his hands out, stopping him.
“N-No! What? I mean that’s weird–No! That’s not what I’m talking about.” Chenle gets out, flustering a bit at Jisung’s words. “I’ve been like thinking about someone lately. That someone being Sungchan.” Chenle ends, voice cracking slightly from his nerves.
The room goes silent, the music from the pause screen of Jisung’s game fades into the background. Then Jisung turns to fully face Chenle.
“Sungchan?” Jisung repeats slowly, ears turning a violent red.
Chenle watches with rapt attention, curiosity, and fear, causing his stomach to flip. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I should've told you earlier, I was just so scare-” Chenle gets cut off by Jisung starting again.
“Chenle, shhh. I don’t hate you or anything. I just–I mean I’m kinda shocked? I thought I was the only one thinking of Sungchan like this.” Jisung adds with a sheepish smile.
“...You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
They look at each other for a second before they both break out in laughter. The kind of laughter that comes only from pure, stunned relief. The laughter dies down, and Jisung goes to grab Chenle’s hand.
“Firstly, you should never be scared to come to me about something, Lele. I’ll always hear you out, no matter what. And secondly, yeah, I’ve been trying to ignore it, but every time I see him in passing, especially near you, I just get–I don’t know. Maybe I’m into... whatever that is.” Jisung rambles on, the flush becoming worse and worse as he goes on.
Chenle stared at the floundering boy, smirking slightly. “Maybe, you're into it?”
Jisung stops and stares, eyes widening. “Okay, I am into it. But if we’re doing…this, we have to do it together. No secrets and no weird guilt.”
Chenle squeezes his hand, feeling relief wash over him. “Deal.”
The two lay back down, tangling themselves back together. Relief from the invisible weight they were both carrying was lifted, causing them to sigh. They lay there quietly.
Until Chenle breaks the silence.
“Sungchan definitely is the type that gets hard just from kissing.”
Jisung flushes again and snorts. “Shut up, Lele.”
“You know I’m right.”
Jisung digs his head into Chenle’s shoulder, giggling as he speaks, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
Chenle smiles, excited to see where this goes.
END OF ACT I.
ACT II: THE CHASE.
Chenle thinks it will take a week for Sungchan to catch on, Jisung thinks he’s being way too optimistic.
Things get rolling on a Tuesday. Funny, considering how this all started.
Chenle convinces Jisung to join him in his weekly gym ogling going. It doesn’t take much convincing. Jisung being a fan of Jeno’s body helps as well. They sit in the far corner of the gym, sipping overpriced smoothies they bought from the lobby. Chenle tries to act like he isn’t waiting, slyly looking up every time the gym door slides open. Jisung sits beside him, casually scrolling on his phone, but Chenle can tell he’s ansty as well.
Chenle again sits up when the door opens, gasping when he sees the subject of their recent desire.
Sungchan.
Chenle turns to Jisung and slaps his arm a couple of times. Jisung looks at him with a grimace, about to complain, until he also spots Sungchan. He walks past the reception desk, all tall, damp, and smiley, radiant in a way that should be illegal in SM’s shitty overhead lighting. He walks over to his starting machine and bends over to unzip his duffel bag (Chenle takes notice of how his jorts pull taut around his “globes”, storing this information for later). As he glances up, he freezes.
He spots Chenle and Jisung across the gym, staring at him. Chenle gives him a lazy wave, a smirk adorning his features. Jisung just grins, bright and slightly awkward. Sungchan squeaks and flushes, fumbling his water bottle as he nearly trips over himself trying to stand upright.
As he turns around, putting his headphones on and starting his workout, Chenle laughs in his hand. Jisung turns to face the giggling boy, watching as he turns pink from laughing. As he calms down, his smirk overtakes his features again.
“He’s so…easy,” he murmurs under his breath. Sungchan’s floundering over a smirk replaying in his head.
Jisung hums. “And pretty.”
Sungchan, poor thing, is oblivious to the hot stares on his back as he jogs on the treadmill. The steady pace of running causes a delicious pink flush to spread down his neck, going under his shirt. He stops for a small water break and grabs his bottle, turning slightly to the side. A few droplets escape his mouth and roll down his chin and chest, joining the wetness on his already damp skin. Chenle and Jisung find it hard to look away. When Sungchan grabs his shirt, lifting it to wipe the dampness, Chenle shoots up.
“Let’s go before I do something I’ll regret,” Chenle says breathless, tugging on Jisung’s sleeve. They both stumble out of the gym feeling hot despite doing no physical activity.
𐂂
Wednesday rolls around quickly.
Sungchan tries to act normal, but his tells are far too obvious. The way he startles when Chenle or Jisung call his name, the nervous tug of his sleeves when they speak to him, and the delicious way his ears go pink when Chenle compliments him. Chenle eats it up.
They spot Sungchan walking out of one of the dance practice rooms on the 5th floor, baseball cap sitting on his head backwards, exposing his forehead. He walks out slightly out of breath, seemingly sparkling from his sweat.
Chenle walks up behind him, tapping the taller boy on his shoulder. Sungchan jumps and turns around so fast that it gives both of them whiplash. When he realizes who’s behind him, he squeaks.
Chenle smiles, “You kinda sweat like Edward from twilight, all sparkly and shit,” Chenle says, watching him sputter with startled silence. “Let me know if you ever need a Bella.” Chenle ends with a wink.
Sungchan stutters. “I–what?” his brain struggling to keep up with whatever was going on. His eyes shifting from the smirking smaller boy and Jisung standing behind him.
“You’re kinda, like, glistening,” Jisung adds, stepping closer to his boyfriend.
Before Sungchan can even begin to break down and respond to that, Chenle gets on his tippy toes and leans closer.
“You blush super easily, too.”
Sungchan starts to choke, trying to get his words out. “I am not–I don’t–!”
“Ohkay…,” Jisung cuts in, pulling Chenle back from the blushing boy. “Let’s stop before Sungchan explodes,” Jisung adds while dragging a giggling Chenle away.
Chenle stops and throws a wink over his shoulder. “I’ll miss you, my Edward.”
Sungchan squeaks again and turns away, refusing to look back at the couple.
When Chenle and Jisung get to the smaller boy's apartment later that day, Chenle lets out a loud sigh as he hits the couch.
“He’s so cute, Sungie,” Chenle says, looking in the distance longingly. Jisung starts laughing from where he’s bent over, petting Daegal.
“Like, I wanna eat him. He gets so pink so easily,” Chenle adds with a whine. Turning to face Jisung as he sits next to him on the couch. Jisung reaches out and runs a hand through Chenle’s hair, musing the blonde locks.
“I know, baby, I know,” Jisung says.
Chenle looks up with a pout, “He’s like exactly my type. Oblivious, sweet, huge, emotionally constipated.”
“Is this how you described me to people before we started dating?”
Chenle shrugs, “Maybe, but add nerd in there.” Chenle replies, earning a soft hit to his head.
“You’re horrible,” Jisung laughs as Chenle rubs his head. “Let’s go lie down. You can complain about our Sungchan issue in bed.”
Chenle shoots up, running to the bathroom before Jisung can force him up.
After washing up, Chenle and Jisung are lying down, Daegal curled by Chenle’s feet. The bedroom lights are dim, Jisung has a heating pad resting on his stomach with Chenle’s head on his thigh.
“So,” Jisung starts, “we’re basically…seducing Sungchan?”
Chenle lifts his head off Jisung’s leg. “I mean, we already are.”
“Yeah, but like…are we doing it now officially?”
Chenle sits up fully at this, grinning as he responds, “Hell yeah, I mean. Imagine him between us.”
Jisung groans as he grabs his head. The thought accompanying that sentence embrasingly making his cock twitch. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Chenle gets closer to Jisung’s ear as he continues, voice dropping to a whisper. “Imagine how flustered he’ll get,” Chenle goes on. “You being all soft, telling sweet Sungchannie he’s doing good. Me whispering what to do in his ear, his whole body trembling...”
“God, I hate you.”
“Mmh, you love me.”
Silence passes for a moment.
“Do you think he’d say yes..?” Jisung asks, voice taking on a quieter tone.
Chenle stills. “Well, I think he’s never let himself want something like this before. But the way he looks when he thinks we’re not paying attention? I mean..”
Jisung doesn’t reply, letting Chenle continue.
Chenle shifts, voice staying at that hushed tone. “I want him to want us. I want him to be comfortable.” Jisung reaches to stroke his hair, “We’ll be gentle, baby.”
Thursday. Midday.
Jisung is roaming the SM halls alone. After leaving Chenle in his meeting, he plans on heading upstairs, maybe visiting his 127 hyungs. Him corning Sungchan alone was an accident, mostly. When he was heading for the elevator, and saw Sungchan getting on, maybe he did speed up his walking, making sure he caught that elevator (What? He has plans he needs to enact).
They stand in the elevator, just the two of them, from Floor 3 to Floor 9.
“H-Hey,” Sungchan says awkwardly, his voice cracking a bit. He shuffles a bit, creating distance between himself and Jisung, posture making him appear small.
“Hey Sungchan,” Jisung replies, casually pulling on his hoodie strings, catching Sungchan’s shuffling in the corner of his eye.
Silence. The elevator hums along.
Then Jisung starts softly, “You’ve been dodging us.”
Sungchan stares. Mouth gaping before he stutters out. “I–I haven’t–”
“It’s okay.” Jisung shrugs, breaking eye contact. “I just noticed.”
The elevator drones on. 5. 6. 7.
Jisung doesn’t look at him when he speaks again. “We’ve been watching you for a while, you know? Like you’re the only thing we see.”
Sungchan exhales shakily, turning his body to fully face Jisung. “You are?”
“Mmh. Every time you laugh. Every time you fumble with your bag. We pretend like we’re not staring, but trust me, we are.”
Sungchan gapes again. “I…” he swallows. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with... that.”
Jisung finally turns to him, a small smile overtaking his face. “Nothing. Just…think about it.” Jisung replies, something vulnerable in his voice.
“You make us crazy,” he says. “And I think I want to see what that does to you.”
Ding. The elevator calls out ‘Floor 9’ in a monotone voice.
The doors open, and Sungchan bolts out of it like he’s been burned.
Jisung stands alone for a second before smiling to himself and walking out.
Sunday arrives after two days of deafening silence.
Chenle finds Sungchan alone at a table in the cafe. He’s housing an iced Americano in his hand with a dazed look overtaking his eyes. Chenle makes his way over to the table, alerting Sungchan as he sits across from him.
“You’re hard to catch, you know?” Chenle says brightly, smiling at the boy across from him.
Sungchan feels like he might cry.
“I–I’ve just been busy–”
“You’ve been running around like we said we were in love with you.” Chenle laughs, but there’s an underlying softness to it.
“I didn’t–” Sungchan trails off. His voice a mess of stuttering words and unfinished thoughts.
Chenle cuts him off, leaning in close. He studies Sungchan’s stunned silence. His always pink cheeks becoming a dark red. His big eyes stared at him unblinking.
“We’ll stop if you want us to. Stop teasing, stop pushing. We can just go back to how we were.”
Sungchan’s breath is coming out in short, fast bursts.
“But,” Chenle continues, voice dipping dangerously low, “if you don’t want us to stop… if you ever wanna take whatever this is further…”
Chenle doesn’t finish the sentence, letting the unasked question hang there.
As Chenle goes to stand, Sungchan follows him with his gaze. Big trusting eyes staring back at him. Chenle gets closer to Sungchan, now taller than him from the angle, and puts two fingers underneath his chin, lifting his gaze.
“You don’t have to do anything. But if you do, you know where to find us.”
Chenle watches as Sungchan gulps, licking his dry lips. He lets go of his chin and leaves.
Sungchan watches the smaller boy's retreating body.
END OF ACT II.
ACT III: THE CLIMAX (LITERALLY!!)
It takes a few days for anything to happen. Jisung and Chenle wait around nervously, checking their phones, lingering in hallways, wondering if Sungchan will text or pull them aside. He doesn’t
Chenle begins to get impatient, whining to Jisung how he misses Sungchan. Jisung, always the voice of reason, tries to keep their spirits high, telling his boyfriend to ‘Give Sungchan time’ (Chenle just continues to whine, wishing he could just have Sungchan now).
Then, it’s nearly midnight when the knock comes.
Chenle and Jisung are sprawled out on Chenle’s couch, half-watching an older season of RuPaul’s Drag Race they’ve already seen multiple times. Chenle’s legs, which are covered in thin ratty shorts, are stretched across Jisung’s lap. He lazily scrolls on his phone while Jisung’s hand rests abesently on his ankle, thumb rubbing small circles.
The first knock is soft. Then the second knock comes firmer.
Chenle’s head shoots up, a sinking feeling settling in his gut.
Jisung turns his head to the door. Chenle sits up slowly, heart rate picking up in speed, not with surprise, no. As soon as they saw Sungchan fluster at the gym and turn away, they had knew.
Jisung turns to face Chenle one more time, giving him a knowing look, before rising to open the door without a word. Chenle stays seated, pulling his shorts down from where they had ridden up. He watches as the hallway light spills into the dark apartment. And there he is.
Jung Sungchan in all his glory.
He stands in the doorway in loose grey sweatpants and a tight-fitting white tee. His hair’s damp and shower mussed. His eyes are wide, locked on Jisung like it’s taking everything not to bolt. He nervously shifts from side to side, trying to find his words.
“Hey,” he says, a little breathlessly as he finally speaks up.
Jisung leans against the doorframe, scanning Sungchan up and down. “Hey.”
Chenle gets up and goes and stands behind Jisung, tilting his head at the nervous boy at the door. “Hey Sungchan,” Chenle says, smiling. “A bit late, isn’t it? Did something happen?...”
Sungchan swallows hard. “If you were serious,” he says, steadying his voice, “about what you said earlier… then I think I want to…take you up on your offer.”
Jisung’s smile comes slowly but bright nonetheless. Chenle’s mouth curls into something warm and wicked.
“Well, come on in then.”
Sungchan steps inside finally, and it’s like the air changes with him, charged in a way that it wasn’t before. Chenle’s feline-like eyes follow Sungchan's every move as he walks into the living room, his gaze actively avoiding looking at the smaller male, at his bare thighs on display in particular. He also chooses to ignore the sound of Jisung closing the door behind him.
Sungchan stands there fiddling with his pant strings like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “I–well, uh. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you two.”
“About us?” Chenle hums as he asks. “Or about what we’d do to you?”
Sungchan’s ears turn a bright pink.
Jisung gets up from his leaning position on the closed door and walks too Sungchan slowly. Placing steady hands on his shoulders, and guides him to the couch. Jisung sits down and spreads his legs, inviting and confident.
“Sit down,” Jisung murmurs. “Let’s talk, hm?”
Sungchan sits down faster than he intended. He’s flushed already and becoming more nervous as Chenle rounds the couch and sits on his other side, trapping him between the couple. Chenle leans in close enough for Sungchan to feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek, small hand coming to rest on his arm.
“Don’t worry, Bambi,” Chenle whispers. “We won’t bite…yet.”
Jisung chuckles at this, low and smooth, resting his hand on Sungchan's thigh. Sungchan flushes at the nickname and looks between them, Jisung with his heavy-lidded gaze and long fingers kneading at his thigh, Chenle with his signature feline smirk and knees tucked underneath himself, close, but not close enough.
Sungchan feels himself swallow again. “I trust you guys.”
Chenle’s teasing smirk falters for a moment. A sharp but sweet feeling lodges itself behind his ribs. He meets Jisung’s equally soft gaze across Sungchan’s shoulders, giving him a small knowing nod.
Chenle leans forward, lips barely grazing Sungchan’s jaw.
“I’m glad, baby,” he murmurs. “Because we’re gonna take such good care of you.”
Sungchan shivers as the promise runs through his veins.
His breath catches as Chenle, finally, presses a light kiss just beneath his ear, barely there but burning Sungchan’s skin all the same. It’s enough to make Sungchan tense his thighs where he’s seated.
Jisung’s hand, still resting comfortably on Sungchan’s thigh, slowly makes its way up. His fingers tracing delicate shapes on the inside of his thigh, lazy and deliberate. Jisung watches Sungchan’s face closely, making note of all his small expressions. The way his plump lips part, his shallow breaths.
“You’re so easy to read, Sungchannie,” Jisung murmurs.
“Mmh,” Chenle hums against said boy’s skin in agreement. “Like a tall, pretty open book.”
Sungchan makes an attempt to laugh at the small joke, but it becomes a quiet whimper when Chenle nuzzles under his jaw, landing more small kisses as he goes. Jisung shifts closer, his hand settling fully right under Sungchan’s half-hard cock, fingers splaying, applying just enough pressure to make Sungchan twitch.
“We haven’t even done anything yet, but you’re twitching so much,” Jisung says, amused, though there’s a slight tightness to his voice now.
Chenle pulls back for a moment. His hand shifting from Sungchan’s arm to his shoulder, thumb sliding underneath the neckline of his shirt, applying small but present pressure there.
“Are you always this sensitive, Bambi?” Chenle whispers, eyes shimmering with desire. “Or is it just us?”
Sungchan huffs out a small nervous laugh, head tipping back against the couch. “I don’t–I don’t know.”
Chenle watches as his pretty neck stretches out. He reaches out and drags his fingers down Sungchan’s chest, not yet going under the clothes but close, skimming the tight fabric as it stretches against Sungchan’s taut muscles. Jisung’s hand joins him, adding just enough pressure to drive him wild, tracing the opposite side.
Sungchan’s breath picks up again. Jisung smiles again, “You’re doing great,” Jisung says, voice warm and low. “Just breathe, Sungchannie.”
Chenle leans forward again, pressing light kisses on Sungchan’s cheeks, then another at the corner of his mouth. “You can tell us to stop anytime.”
“I know,” Sungchan replies, but it comes out short and breathless, like he’s already far gone.
Jisung moves his hand higher, skimming the dip of Sungchan’s exposed hip. “Do you like this?”
Sungchan nods. Then, remembering he has to say words, quickly adds, “Yes. Yes.”
Chenle’s fingers finally breach underneath Sungchan’s shirt as his mouth finally presses against Sungchan’s in a soft, coaxing kiss. It’s gentle, almost loving. Sungchan sighs into it, lips parting on instinct. Chenle hums appreciatively before he pulls away.
Chenle’s lips are a distracting red as he pulls away. “God, you taste so good.”
Sungchan giggles nervously, “Thank you?”
Jisung cuts off the boys' racing thoughts as he leans in next, capturing Sungchan’s lips in a kiss that starts soft but deepens fast. His hand grips Sungchan’s hip harder, grounding him, while Chenle brushes more kisses down the slope of his neck. Sungchan moans high and pretty into the kiss as Jisung bites on his lower lip, his fingers twitch against the couch like he’s not sure where to put them. Chenle takes notice and laces their fingers together, bringing Sungchan’s hand to his thigh, letting the large hand engulf him.
“Touch me,” Chenle says. “If you want.”
Sungchan nods so fast he gets dizzy, “I want,” he adds, breathless with desire.
Chenle gives a soft, pleased noise, but then–
Jisung pulls back. He runs his hand, gripping Sungchan’s hip down his side, resting his forehead against his shoulder, and breathing him in.
“Wait,” he says, taking lungfuls of Sungchan’s citrusy scent. “Before this goes further–”
Sungchan stills.
“We should talk first,” Jisung murmurs, while fully sitting up. “And move to the bedroom. Figure out what we’re okay with. What you’re okay with.”
Chenle lets out a soft breath and nods, sitting back but staying close to Sungchan, their bodies still tangled in each other’s warmth.
Sungchan, still a little dazed, nods too. “Yeah, okay.”
Chenle smiles at the dazed look, holding Sungchan’s hand as he leads him to his bedroom at the end of the hall, Jisung’s hand now resting on Sungchan’s lower back as he follows. When they arrive in Chenle’s bedroom, they sit Sungchan in the middle of the bed, Chenle on one of his sides, and Jisung on the other.
“You ever done something like this before?” Chenle asks gently.
Sungchan shakes his head. “No, not really. Just some passing things. Nothing with people I really… want.”
Jisung smiles at this confession, squeezing his knee comfortingly. “That’s okay. We can go as slow as you want.”
Chenle hums in agreement. “We’re open to a lot also, but only if you’re into it. So tell us what’s off-limits.”
Sungchan swallows, adjusting on the bed. “No rough stuff. Nothing, uhm, too intense. And I really don’t want to be the only one being touched.”
Jisung's smile deepens. “Perfect. We like sharing the love.”
Chenle leans in slightly, getting excited. “You okay with kissing? Touching?”
“Yeah. Both,” Sungchan says. His face flushes as he continues, “I may also need help with… oral. I n-never really…”
Chenle cuts him off with a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, Bambi, you’ll get all the help you need,” Chenle promises, soft and steady.
“And again, if you want to stop,” Jisung adds, “just say so. Any word, anytime.”
Sungchan lets out a breath. “Yeah, got it.” Sungchan smiles at the couple. “W-What about you two?” Sungchan asks, curiosity flowing through him.
“We’ve… delved into this before,” Jisung says, “Mostly with our members, but never with someone like you.”
“We like sharing,” Chenle adds with a wink. “And watching pretty boys. And being watched by them.”
Sungchan lets out a nervous but genuine laugh. “You two are…something.”
“And you’re blushing,” Chenle teases, brushing his thumb softly across Sungchan’s cheek. “God, you blush such a pretty pink, our favorite look.”
Sungchan looks between them both, bright eyes and easy smiles looking back at him.
“I want this,” he says. “I want you guys.”
Chenle’s grin gets brighter, rising to straddle his lap, getting comfortable. “Then let us take care of you pretty.”
Sungchan feels his breath hitch as Chenle settles in his lap. He’s still shy, hands hovering over Chenle’s slim waist. He finally settles and puts one hand on the back of his thigh, Chenle lets him. Chenle smirks at the hesitant movements, the first touch always being the most electric.
Sungchan is so warm and pliant under his palms, thighs tense beneath him, chest rising in quick breaths. Chenle’s own breath catches as he leans back in and noses just under Sungchan’s jaw, the skin is pink from his earlier ministrations.
“Mmh, you smell like lemons,” Chenle murmurs against the boy’s skin, lips ghosting along the sharp cut of his jaw. “And sweat. God, you’re so hot.”
Sungchan’s fingers twitch on his waist.
“Can I kiss you, sweetie?” Chenle asks, voice low.
Sungchan nods quickly, but Chenle waits. Waiting until Sungchan gives a whispered, “Yes,” against his lips.
Chenle cups his face and skins in.
Sungchan kisses back, gasping into the kiss. Their mouths slide together, Sungchan making tiny noises as Chenle licks at his lips. The noises go straight to Chenle’s gut, warmth spreading throughout his body.
Behind Sungchan, Jisung shifts closer, kneeling behind him on the bed. Sungchan feels a hand slide along his lower back, steady and grounding. Teasing fingers slipping just under his shirt. Sungchan moans into the kiss, shivering from the cold touch.
“You’re doing so good, Bambi…,” Chenle breathes as they part. His hand trails down Sungchan’s chest, resting at the hem of his shirt. “Can I take this off?”
He toys with the fabric, waiting for confirmation. Sungchan nods, so Chenle starts peeling it off, watching as the smooth, muscled skin reveals itself. Sungchan’s stomach flutters as Chenle’s soft fingers graze him.
“God, Jisung mutters, voice dripping with want. “You’re beautiful, Channie..”. His fingers move from Sungchan’s back as the shirt comes off completely, tracing the sculpted abs. Sungchan shivers, arching just enough between the couple that his nipples brush Chenle’s clothed chest.
Sungchan’s loud whimper causes Chenle to stop his ministrations, looking down at the trembling boy. “Too much?” Chenle murmurs, looking into his eyes.
“No,” Sungchan breathes. “K-Keep going. Please.”
Chenle laughs, soft and warm. “Okay, Bambi.”
He turns his gaze to Jisung. “Sungie?” Jisung hums, “Can you help me out of these?”
They undress each other with practiced ease. Jisung pulling at Chenle’s waistband while Chenle fumbles with Jisung’s hoodie. They settle back around Sungchan when they finish.
Jisung hums against Sungchan’s heated skin. “Keep your eyes open. Watch Chenle.”
Sungchan hadn’t even realized his eyes had closed, opening them to watch as Chenle slips down, trailing his tongue from his neck, licking slowly at his collarbones, then moving lower. Sungchan jolts when Chenle’s pink tongue circles his nipple, tentative and teasing. His moan being caught in his throat when Jisung starts kissing the back of his neck, moving his hand to encircle the other nipple.
“Oh my god,” Sungchan gasps, hips jerking violently.
Chenle sucks at the nipple in his mouth before dragging his lips back up, relishing in the moans he pulls out of the trembling boy.
“You ready for more?” He asks in a whispered tone.
Sungchan looks dazed, but smiles, plump lips shining. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m ready.”
Chenle chuckles as he makes his way back down, Jisung’s hands sliding around Sungchan’s waist as he pushes Sungchan forward just enough that Chenle feels the hard press of him straining against his pants.
He continues sliding down the boy's chest, licking a stripe down Sungchan’s abs and mouthing anywhere his tongue could reach. Sungchan’s body shifts restlessly, feeling increasingly desperate by the second.
“Can I?” Chenle asks, fingers tugging at Sungchan’s waistband.
Said boy nods, looking down. “Please, Lele…”
Chenle obeys taking his own shirt off before pulling down the sweatpants, slow and deliberate. When he pulls them down, Sungchan lifts his hips obediently, gasping when Chenle mouths at him through his already wet briefs.
Chenle glances up, lips brushing against the damp patch.
“God, Bambi, you’re so wet,” he murmurs. “You’re leaking like a girl.”
Jisung’s hand comes from behind Sungchan, gripping Chenle’s hair. His eyes never leave Sungchan, though, watching him like he wants to eat him. “Take them off,” he says hoarsely. “Wanna see.”
Chenle smiles at the request, eager as well. He tugs Sungchan’s briefs down in one fell swoop, freeing his impressive girth. The way Sungchan’s cock twitches under their watchful gazes, fully hard and pulsating, has Chenle’s mouth watering.
He can’t help himself as he wraps his fingers around the base, touch light and teasing at first, watching Sungchan’s expressions.
“Tell me if anything is too much,” he murmurs before leaning in, licking a slow, teasing stripe from his base to tip.
Sungchan groans, hands spazming at his sides. “Fuck, Chenle–”
He cuts himself off with another high-pitched moan as Chenle sucks the flushed tip into his mouth, lips glossy around it. Sungchan shudders as he feels his tongue swirling softly, teasing his slit. His hands fly to Chenle’s head, not pushing, just clinging, helpless to the boy’s ministrations.
Chenle takes him a little deeper, then pulls back with and lewd pop and strokes him slowly, slide easier with the added lubrication.
“Can’t believe you're so new to this,” Chenle says, voice taking an affectionate tone. “You’re being so good for us.”
He doesn’t give Sungchan time to answer as he goes back down to mouth along the underside, shifting as he uses one hand to cup Sungchan’s balls. The other trails lower, between his thighs, stroking the sensitive skin behind them.
Sungchan gasps as his legs spread instinctively. “W-What? What are you–”
“It’s okay,” Chenle says as he pulls off him, warm and soothing. “I just wanna get you ready for Jisungie.”
Sungchan’s eyes go wide, but Chenle presses a kiss to his thigh, soothing him. “You trust us?”
“...Yes.”
Chenle grins, sitting up briefly to reach underneath his pillow to grab the lube. He flicks the cap open, drizzling some onto his fingers before warming it up between his hands.
Jisung shifts forward, head resting on Sungchan’s shoulder, watching closely.
Chenle kisses the inside of Sungchan’s knee, trying to soothe the anxious boy’s nerves. “Relax, baby. I promise to go slow, okay?”
He slides his lubed fingers between Sungchan’s cheeks, circling gently around his clenched hole without pressing in. Just teasing, coaxing him into a calm state.
Sungchan whimpers, dropping his head back on Jisung’s shoulder, hips twitching.
“You’re clenching,” Chenle says with a grin, rubbing slowly. “Deep breaths for me.”
He waits until he can feel Sungchan’s body relaxing, thighs slowly untensing, then slowly slides a finger inside. From above him, Sungchan stiffens then exhales, mouth gaping open.
“Good?” Chenle murmurs, trailing more kisses along his thigh as he curls his finger.
“Mmh yeah,” Sungchan whispers. “Weird–but g-good.”
“You’re taking him so well,” Jisung adds, shifting behind Sungchan. “So, so pretty like this.”
Chenle begins to fuck Sungchan slowly with that one finger, loosening him up. Soon, he adds another, careful to watch his reaction for any discomfort. Sungchan’s lashes flutter, mouth falling open when Chenle grazes something that makes him gasp.
“Found it,” Chenle says, tone full of wicked delight.
Sungchan can’t help but moan as he feels Jisung shift behind him, moving to give himself space. Jisung is stroking himself now, slow as he watches, his cheeks pink and eyes dark with want. Chenle smiles at him, then turns his attention back on Sungchan as he get’s his mouth back on his cock, taking him deeper.
The dual sensation, the fingers inside him, brushing that sensitive bundle of nerves, and Chenle’s warm mouth, has Sungchan unraveling. His thighs shake, hips continuously jerking up before he feels Chenle hold him down, firm with the action.
His moan comes out loud. Needy.
“Gonna come, Bambi?” Chenle asks as he pulls back, kissing the leaking tip.
“Yeah, y-yeah. F-Fuck, I can’t–”
Chenle picks up his speed, fingers moving faster, tongue flicking against the head. Sungchan feels his stomach tense, whimpering loudly as he breaks. He chokes out a cry as he comes hard against his stomach and Chenle’s chin, shuddering through it.
Chenle strokes him through the aftershocks, slow and sweet, while he licks up what he can with an obscene hum.
“Mmh, you taste good.” He says as he pulls back, looking at Sungchan’s wrecked expression. He’s even more flushed than before, bangs sticking to his forehead as he smiles.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes. “You’re crazy.”
Chenle grins, pressing a kiss to his hip. “Told you we’d take care of you.”
Then he glances at Jisung behind Sungchan, who’s flushed, panting, and stroking himself. Slow and patient with a glint in his eyes.
“You ready Jisungie?” Chenle says softly, watching as Jisung twitches.
Chenle smirks as he turns back to Sungchan. “You ready for more?”
Sungchan nods, hands gripping the boy behind him. “Yeah. Want both of you.”
The air in Chenle’s bedroom is thick with heat and the smell of arousal.
Sungchan is still slightly trembling as the couple moves around him. Chenle gets up from his position between Sungchan’s legs and leans over him again, knee sinking into the mattress with practiced ease, his grin causing Sungchan’s stomach to flip.
“You still with us?” Chenle murmurs, brushing the damp bangs off Sungchan’s forehead.
Sungchan nods, lips parted and eyes dazed. “Yeah. Just trying to catch up.”
Chenle giggles at this, kissing Sungchan swift and sweetly. “Then let’s get to the good stuff.”
Before Sungchan can respond, Chenle is already moving, getting off Sungchan’s lap as he lies down on his back, head resting on his pillows. His hair fans out against the black silk, creating the illusion of a halo.
Sungchan watches with rapt attention, softened cock hanging heavy inbetween his legs, stiring as Chenle spreads his legs.
“O-Oh,” Sungchan breathes, eyes locked on Chenle’s already puckering hole. “Are you–are you sure?”
“I prepped earlier,” Chenle says, tone almost sing-songy. He reaches out to stroke Sungchan lazily. “And I had Jisung eat me out earlier. You think I brought you here just to watch?”
Sungchan stammers, flushing as he feels Jisung gently push him towards Chenle. Said boy opens his legs wider, inviting him to settle between them. Sungchan groans as he feels Chenle soft hand grip his half-hard cock, lining it up with his hole. The head of his cock catches, then slips in slowly, causing a gasp from both of them.
“Fuck Chenle–you’re so–” Sungchan pants.
“Tight,” Chenle finishes for him, voice trembling as Sungchan pushes deeper, filling him inch by delicious inch. “God, you’re so fucking thick. Just–stay still for me, Bambi–let me adjust.”
Jisung is still beside them, watching with rapt fascination as Chenle’s hole swallows Sungchan’s cock, memorized by the way his hole pulsates around it.
Chenle lets out a sigh, finally adjusted as he rolls his hips forward, pushing Sungchan deeper in him. His breath catches as he turns his head.
“Jisungie~,” he purrs, eyes hooded with desire. “Get behind him.”
Sungchan twitches in him, eyes widening as he looks at the boy under him. “Wait-what?”
Chenle sits up a bit, leaning forward just enough to jostle where he and Sungchan are connected, making them both moan. “I want you to have us both. Want you to feel everything.”
Sungchan’s eyes flutter as he mutters a prayer to himself. “That’s–Okay. Okay–”
Jisung moves behind him as he stutters, swift with purpose. His knees sink into the plush comforter, resting his hands on Sungchan’s waist. “You okay with this, Channie?”
Sungchan shivers at the proximity and swallows. “Yeah. I trust you.”
Jisung smiles faintly and slicks his fingers; he rubs and prods at Sungchan’s still-wet hole. He pushes in gently, two fingers at once with practiced ease. “Still nice and open,” he murmurs, spreading his fingers slightly. “Chenle stretched you so good. You took his fingers so well, hyung.”
Sungchan outright moans at the honorific, continuing his noises as Jisung works his open again. Chenle moans below them when the actions cause Sungchan to twitch inside him.
“Oh my fuck, he’s twitching so much Jisungie,” Chenle gasps, burying his face in the pillow next to his head. “Keep calling him hyung. Fuck–”
Sungchan squeezes Chenle’s waist, moaning again as Jisung curls his fingers. “This is–this is insane.”
“You look so gorgeous being taken apart like this…” Chenle whispers, twisting back to kiss his cheek. “You love being taken care of, don’t you?”
Sungchan tries to speak, but all that comes out is a loud moan as Jisung finally presses in. He grips Sungchan around the waist and holds him steady.
“Fuck–t-tell me when you’re ready.”
Sungchan doesn’t speak; he just nods again, barely breathing.
Everyone moans as Jisung begins to thrust. The motion of him rocking Sungchan forward into Chenle causes the boy to whimper. His body attempts to move in time with both of theirs, trying to catch up. He eventually falls into rhythm: Jisung filling him, thrusting into Chenle, and Chenle rolling his hips to meet every push and pull.
A perfect, dirty, satisfying loop.
“Shit,” Jisung breathes, gripping Sungchan tighter. “You’re so fucking tight hyung. You keep sucking me in.”
“I can feel both o-of you,” Chenle gasps, back arching off the bed. “Mmh fuck. I’m so full–please don’t stop–”
Sungchan’s hands begin to tremble against Chenle’s hips. Between the delicious pleasure he’s feeling from both ends and the words whispered between him, he feels his stomach clench.
“I-I’m close–please–”
Chenle lifts, gripping Sungchan’s face as he kisses him hard. “Then come, Bambi. Give it to me. Want to feel in you in my gut, baby.”
The reaction is instantaneous as Sungchan lets go. He makes a desperate sound as he spills in Chenle, helpless and loud as he shoots his load. His orgasm rips through him like a wave, seemingly never-ending.
Jisung groans, resting his head on Sungchan’s sweaty back as he continues. The heat, slick, and Sungchan clenching around him only serves to build the pressure in his gut. Sungchan whimpers loudly, overstimulated, head rolling back on Jisung’s shoulder. Chenle moves his hips, causing both boys to moan, pleasure running through them.
“Jisungie,” Chenle calls out. “C’mere. Want you to use me–now.”
Jisung growls softly, whining as he pulls out of Sungchan, who collapses onto the bed, a wrecked groan falling out of him. Chenle kisses his cheek before rolling onto his knees, offering himself without hesitation.
Jisung pounces as soon as he sees the inviting hole, pushing in with one smooth thrust. The slide is easy from Sungchan’s impressive girth and lingering cum, they both cry out.
“Fuck,” Chenle moans, back arching. “Yes–give it to me, Jisung–”
Jisung thrusts deep and slow, hands gripping Chenle’s waist, skin slapping against his ass. He’s been holding back all night, scared of hurting Sungchan, but now it pours out of him, raw and unfiltered.
“Sungchan made you all loose. You like it though, being full,” he rasps.
“Yes–fuck. Need it so bad, Jisung. Cum please.”
Jisung moans one last time as he buries himself to the hilt, coming with a shudder. His hands grip tight around Chenle’s waist, holding him still as he fills him completely.
They both collapse, bodies tangled as they catch their breath. Chenle reaches his hand out, looking for Sungchan’s. The sheets are all messed up, the fan humming in the background creating white noise.
Chenle breaks the silence first, laughing softly into the sheets. “That was so fucking hot.”
Sungchan whines into the air, eyes half closed, as Chenle curls beside him, cheek resting on his damp shoulder. Jisung moves to his other side, slinging an arm around his hips.
“Everyone good? Alive?” Jisung murmurs.
Sungchan hums, eyes cracking open. “Barley.”
Chenle chuckles again, his voice lazy and hoarse. “You took us so well, baby.”
Sungchan feels warmth spread throughout him as Chenle goes to grab wipes from the drawer. The couple begin to gently clean him, quiet and careful, the only sound being their half-serious apologies and giggles. Sungchan just let’s them, eye fluttering shut again.
“You always this sweet after breaking someone?” he asks.
“Only for special people.” Jisung grins, shy now that he’s not fired up.
Chenle grins at this. “You’re officially spoiled now. Our sweet princess.”
Sungchan hums, ignoring the blush that spreads across his cheeks. “Good.”
Chenle huffs as he lies back down, smiling into Sungchan’s shoulder. Jisung follows on his other side, half asleep as he brushes a kiss to Sungchan’s temple.
“Next time, we have to eat before. I’m starving.” Chenle says suddenly, a yawn cutting through.
The familiar warmth returns to Sungchan. “There’s gonna be a next time?” he asks, voice hushed.
Chenle grins, all warm and soft. “If you want there to be.”
Jisung shrugs sleepily, snuggling closer to Sungchan. “We like being around you, Channie.”
Sungchan smiles, warm in the way that only comes from being comfortable. They lay in their tangle of limbs, lazy smiles, and half-asleep conversations, keeping the atmosphere warm.
And for Sungchan? That's enough.
THE END.