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After scrims ended HLE and T1 found themselves in the usual go to restaurant of pro league teams. It was private enough that they were allowed to be loud and comfortable without having to worry about outsiders. The grills were hissing, metal chopsticks clinking, and there they were, ten pro players who had known each other across different teams and different years.
Guma and Keria were already stuck together the moment they arrived. Zeus and Oner were bickering about random stuff and Delight was already serving side dishes to Peyz like muscle memory from their Gen.G days. Everyone knew each other one way or the other. Doran and Kanavi even had a good laugh on an old memory they shared back together in Griffin. Everything was light and fun. It was in these moments that it’s evident that these pro gamers are different people outside the rift. That no matter how people pit them against each other, at the end of the day they’re friends outside of their profession.
Doran was seated between Peyz and Zeka and in front of him were Oner and Faker. Oner being in a cheerful and playful mood kept nudging Doran’s feet under the table and Doran let him. Faker just chuckled at Oner’s antics as he filled his jungler’s and top’s cups with water. A fond gaze in his eyes.
“But seriously Jjangran if you keep playing Ambessa that well we’ll just have to perma ban the champ from you” Zeka teased voice leaning a bit toward exaggeration.
Doran laughed and rolled his eyes at that faking annoyance.
“There you go again exaggerating stuff to boost my ego.” Doran said with a laugh shaking his head lightly. Although he won’t admit it he was secretly touched by the compliment.
“Seriously though Hyung, your teleport and ult combo is cracked. It’s like you never miss.” Peyz said
“That’s Daehwangran for you!” Oner added feeling proud on behalf of his boyfriend. Both Faker and Oner were looking at Doran, feeling happy to see the delighted look on his face even if he’s trying to hide it.
As their conversations were going on Zeka noticed how Doran had stopped eating. So he picked through the grill and dropped the best pieces into Doran’s bowl.
“You always complain that none of the good meat is left for you. It’s because you always get too immersed in the conversation.” He said teasingly as he leaned into Doran’s space. Placing his arm at the back of Doran’s chair
“Thanks” Doran smiled at him as he ate the meat the other put in his bowl.
Across the table, Oner’s gaze on them had lingered just for a second too long before he turned his attention back to the others.
As time went on Faker noticed how Zeka’s arm has not once moved from where it was resting. Oner also noticed how Zeka didn’t look at anyone else, well at least not as much as he did with Doran, when he spoke. They also noticed how Zeka’s whole body angled toward Doran like the rest of the table didn’t exist.
Doran didn’t notice. Because to him this was normal. Zeka had always been like this, especially when he was in HLE. Zeka always stuck around him that even the staff noticed how much Zeka liked Doran.
Although Zeka’s hand wasn’t directly touching Doran, it was close enough that every time Doran shifted, he moved into it. That every time Doran laughed, the space in between got smaller. Doran leaned back without thinking.
It wasn’t Zeka being intentionally possessive, this was just familiarity and comfort. Faker and Oner rational’s side knew that. But the irrational side was slowly getting harder to control. Because at the same time it also meant that Doran’s body stayed angled to Zeka’s. It meant that most of his attention was on the other. It meant that every time Faker or Oner spoke, Doran reacted a second too late. And both of them noticed. Because this, this was something they weren’t used to. Because usually it was them at the center of Doran’s attention.
Oner gradually became quieter. Slowly removed himself from conversations, replies getting shorter and clipped. Faker, on the other hand, remained the mask of his calm exterior. Still pretending to listen to the conversations, adding comments here and there. But for those who knew him well enough, it was easy to spot how his actions and reactions are way more controlled. How behind his expressions, his eyes showed the hint of annoyance that rarely anyone in the group saw.
Doran noticed it first. How can he not when he’s almost memorized everything about the 2. He noticed how Oner slowly withdrew. At first he thought that the other was just tired. But when Doran tried to nudge Oner’s feet from under the table and the younger didn’t respond, Doran felt confused and unconsciously nervous. Then he started to feel it, Oner was in a bad mood, and when he tried to look at Faker, to possibly find out what’s wrong, he saw the glint of annoyance in his hyung’s eyes. Neither of the 2 were smiling at him now, and Doran had to swallow. He felt chills run down his spine as he started to connect the dots.
Doran in his defense really did try to move away from Zeka. But he didn’t want to make things awkward for anyone, and it was hard to do so when Zeka wasn’t taking the hint.
“Didn’t know you were that fond of Rando hyung” Faker commented, giving Zeka a pointed look, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice. Zeka just chuckled at that. He and the others didn’t pick up on the tone but Guma, Keria, and Zeus did.
Honestly, the 3 had known for a while that something had to be up with Faker and Oner. They had been teammates for a long time after all. It was easy for them to pick up on the others’ moods. They would’ve done something about it earlier, but it was just that they weren’t sure what was causing the annoyance of the 2. But at that moment everything became quite clear. Zeus fearing for his mid laner’s life put a hand around his shoulder subtly removing Zeka’s arm that was on Doran’s chair and dragged Zeka into his, Guma, Keria, and Kanavi’s conversation. Thankfully Zeka and the others didn’t pick up on anything.
Doran was very thankful for the save Zeus, Guma, and Keria did. But now here he was trying to hide how he was fidgeting with his hands as he tried to avoid seeing the serious and pissed look on both Oner’s and Faker’s face. His heart was beating loudly in his chest and even he didn’t know if he wished for their dinner to end or not because one thing is for sure, he was fucked. Yes, he’s been with a pissed Oner before and a possessive Faker, but never at the same time.
Doran’s breath came in shallow gasps as the blindfold settled over his eyes, the world plunging into darkness. The restraints bit into his wrists, not painfully, but enough to remind him he was at their mercy. The bed dipped twice, two sets of footsteps, two sets of hands. His skin prickled with anticipation, his cock already half-hard just from the weight of their gazes.
“You’ve been a very bad boy, Hyeonjun hyung,” Oner’s voice was rough, his usual playful tone replaced by something darker, more possessive. Doran swallowed, his pulse hammering in his throat. He knew this tone. He knew what it meant. He knew even before they got home.
A hand, Sanghyeok hyung’s, he thought, traced up his inner thigh, slow and deliberate. The calloused fingers sent shivers up his spine. “Do you know why you’re here?” Faker’s voice was calm, but the edge beneath it made Doran’s stomach clench.
“Because… because I didn’t notice,” Doran whispered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t notice Zeka being too close. I didn’t—”
“You didn’t what?” Oner’s fingers tangled in Doran’s hair, yanking just enough to make him gasp. “You didn’t think about how it felt for us to watch you lean into him? To let him touch you, feed you, take up all your attention like we weren’t even there?”
Doran’s breath hitched. “I didn’t mean to—”
Faker’s hand slid up his chest, thumb brushing over a nipple, making him arch involuntarily. “We know. But that doesn’t change the fact that you did. And now, here we are having to remind you who you belong to.”
Oner’s mouth crashed onto Doran’s, biting at his lower lip, claiming him with bruising force. Doran moaned into the kiss, his body already responding, heat coiling in his gut. Faker’s fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy.
“You’re going to be good for us, right baby?” Oner said more like a statement than a question. All Doran could do was nod his head and whine.
“Gonna take everything we give you. Nothing more, nothing less” Oner murmured on his neck as he sucked creating a mark.
“You’re going to count for us, Hyeonjun-ah,” Faker murmured against his ear, his breath hot.
“Every time you feel like cumming, you’ll count. But you know how it is right? You have to ask before you do so. And you don’t come unless we let you.” Doran’s breath hitched at that. His hyung’s deep voice and the filth coming out of his mouth combined with Oner’s ministrations on his neck made his mind turn into mush.
Doran whimpered. He knew this game. He knew how cruel they could be.
“What’s your color baby?” Oner asked, both of them stopping the teasing for a moment and just caressing Doran reassuringly.
“Green, please~”
Oner’s lips moved to his neck to his chest, sucking on his nipple while the other gets teased by his hands. Doran gasped, arching into Oner.
Faker found his hands on Doran’s hole, teasing it. Shivers ran up Doran’s spine as he felt the cold feel of the lube on Sanghyeok’s long fingers. Faker slowly pushed one in making Doran’s hips jerk. He put two then three, repeatedly hitting that spot inside Doran. As the pleasure continued to build up, Doran got louder. His body squirming from their hands.
“Hyung—“ Doran gasped.
“Please~”
“Not yet” Oner said, yet neither of them stopped. Doran whimpered at that, trying his best to hold it in. With the blindfold on, his senses were heightened.
“Nnghh~ Please, can’t” And so both Oner and Faker stopped.
“One~” Doran cried out his body jerking trying to catch the pleasure. He was so close.
Before Doran could even fully recover, Oner's mouth was already on his inner thighs. This time Faker took his mouth, swallowing his moans. Hands travelling on his chest, waist and back, claiming. They took turns. Faker’s fingers slid inside him, stretching, finding that spot that made Doran’s back bow off the bed. Oner’s teeth grazed his thigh and then suddenly Oner’s mouth was on his hole. Licking, sucking. Doran jerked quite strongly at that, hands tugging at his restraints more forcefully.
“Hyunjun-ah, Hyungiee please~” Doran didn’t even know the words that were stumbling out of his mouth. He could barely think. His mind clouded with pleasure. He doesn’t know if he can hold it in this time.
Thankfully for him, Faker stopped Oner, seeing the tell tale signs of Doran getting close. Doran’s breathing was fast, back arching off the bed, chasing pleasure that wasn’t gonna come. His mind was a mess of wanting pleasure but at the same time needing to be good.
“Two”
“That’s my good boy” Sanghyeok whispered as he peppered Doran’s face with kisses. Oner did the same in his thighs, waiting for Doran to calm.
“What’s your color baby?” Faker asked while Oner’s hands rubbed gently, reassuringly at his thighs.
“Green” Doran croaked, voice horse.
“You can take both of us at the same time, yeah? Done it many times already” Faker said as he untied Doran’s wrist and removed the blindfold. He repositioned Doran so that Faker was laying on the bed, Doran on top of him with his back facing Oner.
Faker was the first to enter. His hands wandered around Doran’s body. Oner followed suit when Doran was calm and settled. He slid in slowly, not wanting to hurt his hyung, peppering kisses down his back, to distract him from the stretch.
They stayed like that for a while until Doran whined for them to move. Oner moved first, creating a slow pace for Faker to follow.
Doran buried his face into his Sangyeok hyung’s nibbling on his neck, creating marks of his own.
“You’re ours,” Oner growled, his breath hot against Doran’s skin as he and Faker found a faster rhythm. “Say it.”
“Yours,” Doran sobbed, his voice breaking. “Only yours.”
Faker’s hand wrapped around his throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to make him feel it. “Again.”
“Only yours,” Doran repeated, tears slipping from his eyes. Overstimulation wrecking his body.
“Hyung, Hyunjun, please~. I’m so sorry” Doran hiccuped. “Let me cum please, need it~”
“Go on then” Faker said as they both thrusted farther, harder, pressing against that spot that made Doran’s vision white out. Doran screamed as the orgasm tore through him, his hands finding purchase on Faker’s back, his body shaking, his mind blank with pleasure and pain and the overwhelming need to be good, to be theirs.
“Three,” he choked out.
It didn’t take long for Oner and Faker to follow, releasing inside of him, claiming him whole.
Doran was a mess, tears, sweat, their cum, and marks all over him. They both pulled out slowly repositioning Doran so that he was laying between them. Faker hugged Doran, pulled him close to his side while Oner kissed his forehead before going into the bathroom getting them the things they needed to clean up,
“Are you okay my baby?” Faker asked softly. He moved Doran’s face that was buried in his neck so that he could look at the younger’s face searching for any sign that Doran wasn’t okay.
“-m fine hyung~ but tired” Doran said pouting. Faker chuckled at that. Kissing the pout of Doran’s face. Doran giggled at that. Oner finally came back with the towels as they all went to clean up.
When they were all finally clean and settled, Doran found himself sandwiched between Oner and Faker. Faker’s hand on his waist while one of Oner’s was on his hair petting him. Doran felt content, soft, and loved. This time he was facing Oner, he buried his face against Oner’s chest.
“I’m sorry,” Doran whispered softly. Hiding his face deeper in Oner’s chest. Oner and Faker’s hearts softened more than they thought was possible.
“Hey, you know we weren’t truly upset and angry at you right?” Oner asked, voice soft as he tilted Doran’s face to look him in the eyes.
“We were just kind of annoyed at first but you know we can’t truly be mad at you” Faker said, kissing his shoulder blades. “You’re ours. And we’re yours. That’s all that matters.”
Doran nodded, his fingers clutching at Oner’s shirt, at Faker’s hand. He let them hold him, let them soothe the ache in his body and the guilt in his heart. Outside the rift, outside the game, outside everything, this was where he belonged. With them. Only them.