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Minho liked to think he noticed enough about people to understand them to their fullest. Their weird behaviors and the normal ones. The random ones in between. He was a naturally observant person. The one who always scanned the room before the people within it, who always steered them clear of odd encounters. There was always a soft click in his brain when he caught onto habits or someone's body language. It wasn't difficult for him to read. Nothing was, really. Minho does not miss a single thing.
In turn, he was capable of understanding his boyfriends fairly well. He knows Seungmin doesn't like lined journals and prefers grid paper. He knows he needs a specific morning routine until his mind tells him it's okay to change it. He can always tell when the boy has too much energy and doesn't know what to do with it, choosing to poke and prod instead of outright asking for attention.
Minho is aware that Jeongin has his cross necklace on at all times, along with the rosary ring adorning his finger. Jeongin tells him it's because he's worn them for so long that it feels wrong to go a day without them. Minho knows it's because Jeongin needs something to fidget with in awkward or shy situations discreetly. He knows Jeongin likes flowers and wants a garden, yet hates getting dirt and grime underneath his fingernails.
His boyfriends were easy to figure out and learn, if Minho was being honest. Minho has formed a sixth sense to be in tune with both of them. He can sense when Seungmin gets into his head when he tries to drown himself in oversized clothing to become invisible. He can tell when Jeongin is angry and doesn't want to bother them when he goes silent and only answers with a single nod.
The point is—Minho knows them. They know him fairly well, too. Enough to where they know Minho better than he knows himself. They understand him in ways people have failed to understand him before. It's why they fit together in strange, perfect pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
So imagine his surprise when, one afternoon as he's getting dinner ready, Seungmin comes sauntering into the dorm without Jeongin in tow. Minho has grown used to him and the others barging into the dorm unannounced. Learning to live with it instead of being against it. Minho doesn't say anything, listening to the soft patter of Seungmin's bare feet on the ground. He can tell there was something he wanted to talk about based on how quiet he was, how he came in without calling out to see where Minho was. He waits, slicing the vegetables on the cutting board with precision. Experienced hands holding the knife at the correct angle and getting the job done quickly.
"Hyung," Seungmin starts as soon as he gets close enough. "Have you noticed something weird with Jeongin lately?"
Minho snorts, "When isn't he being weird?"
"No," Seungmin sighs out, frustrated. "Not like that. I mean his behavior, body language."
Minho pauses his movements and turns slightly to face Seungmin. He takes one good look at his features and immediately sighs through his nose. This seemed serious if Seungmin wasn't biting his lip or pouting like he usually does. His arms are crossed, and he's leaning on the counter beside Minho. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, concern hiding behind his eyes.
Minho gently places the knife down, turning it so the sharp end isn't facing either of them. He mirrors Seungmin's stance, wiping his hands on his apron.
"What kind of behavior are we talking about?" He asks, trying to gauge more information out of Seungmin to have a better understanding of what he was dealing with here. As far as he was aware, Jeongin was fine. As fine as one could be when preparing for the comeback season.
"The way he's been talking nonstop, the way he keeps hanging off the other members and playfully snapping his teeth at them? I'm pretty sure the other day he ate two Popsicles in a row. Odd, right?" Seungmin lists off, waiting for Minho to agree.
He blinks at him. His first response was to say Not really, but Seungmin wasn't one to worry about things that he didn't need to. And if he was picking up how strange their boyfriend was apparently being, who was Minho to tell him that? He tries to wrack his brain, to think of any instances where he could say That makes sense.
His mind comes up with nothing.
Every time he's been around him, Jeongin has been his usual self, and if Jeongin was acting this way, surely Minho would have noticed. Then again, maybe Minho was just not looking at the time these events occurred, or in obvious cases, just when it's him and Seungmin. And if he thinks about it, really thinks about it—yes, it is odd.
"So you're concerned about him being… expressive?" Minho asks slowly.
Jeongin was usually quiet, a shy boy with a big heart. That didn't mean he wouldn't joke and tease, or be mischievous. He was quite clumsy and tends to talk a lot when he's excited or nervous. Rambling nonstop until his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. That was simply their Jeongin.
Seungmin frowns, shaking his head. "It's not that. It just feels like too much sometimes, almost as if he's forcing it. I haven't seen him this way before, hyung."
Minho purses his lips. Jeongin was always happy. He was always smiling, always laughing, and giggling around with all of them. He was cute, and Minho and Seungmin always found how expressive he was adoring. All of them could be chaotic, loud, and overjoyed. That was normal by nature.
There was still a limit. Sometimes they went over that limit, lost in how good a time they were having. Hardly ever would it be on purpose. Forcing themselves to be happy never felt right. And it was painfully obvious something was going on with Jeongin for him to be acting this way.
"So, what do you think we should do?"
Seungmin shifts, turning shy. "I don't know. I didn't think that far ahead."
Minho quirks his lips, a small thing. He steps closer to Seungmin, giving him a chaste kiss. He lingers there for a while, pulling back the slightest bit to run a hand through unruly hair. Cute. Seungmin was cute.
"How about we both keep a closer eye on him, okay? And then we'll go from there," Minho tells him. Seungmin hesitates, thinking about it, before nodding his head firmly. Minho gives him another quick kiss, pulling away gently to turn back to the cutting board.
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Turns out, Seungmin wasn't over exaggerating.
At first, it was difficult for Minho to pick up on anything. Their schedules have been busy. With preparing for a new comeback and everything else they have scheduled in between, Minho can't put all his time and dedication into simply supervising Jeongin. He does his best to be wary, and the moments he does have his eyes on him like a damn predator, there are no changes to take note of. Jeongin doesn't eat Popsicles in front of him. He doesn't overexert or try to bite him. If anything, Minho wants to say he almost looks tired. Exhausted. So Minho lets him be, and for a while, nothing happens.
Of course, when he lets his guard down, out of all places, it ends up being in the middle of their dance practice.
They were taking a break. Minho was going through the DO IT choreography with Felix and Hyunjin. He was giving them pointers, making a few corrections on their form, when he glanced behind him for a brief moment through the mirror.
Jeongin was sitting on Seungmin's lap, who looked about ten seconds from throwing him off. He was talking about something to Jisung, who at least seemed as interested in the topic of conversation as Jeongin did. He stares, takes in Jeongin's appearance. He was okay, from what Minho could see from here.
He was about to turn away when Jeongin brought his thumb to his mouth. He didn't have a Popsicle, not like he could anyway, but there was nothing that prompted it. He just brought his digit to his mouth and started—sucking. It was a gentle thing, and to others it wouldn't have been a big deal. In retrospect, it's not. Minho should move on like everyone else.
But that was the thing; Minho was not everyone else.
Never has Minho come across Jeongin doing something like this. Not once has he seen him having this form of habit. If he did, it would have been apparent years ago. Or was it just now happening? Another anxious and nervous habit Jeongin has acquired without Minho noticing? There was no way.
"Hyung? You okay?" Felix asks, worried.
Minho had stopped dancing, and both Hyunjin and Felix were looking at him with muddled expressions. He hadn't even felt himself stop moving, apparently too caught up in watching Jeongin to think of anything else. He clears his throat, nodding and coming up with a quick excuse of blanking out for a moment. They brush it off, starting from the beginning.
He still cannot help but glance towards Jeongin during that time, frowning when he's greeted by Seungmin's arm wrapped around his waist and his thumb no longer in his mouth. He tries not to overthink it. There can be so many factors as to why Jeongin suddenly has a thing for—whatever he's doing. Minho doesn't want to jump to random conclusions, and the best thing to do right now is chalk it down to the stress of a comeback.
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Minho didn't think that when he finally told Seungmin he could tell something was off, it would cause an influx of situations where it kept happening. He finally witnessed why their youngest has been causing Seungmin so much concern almost every other day at this point.
He would watch as Jeongin latched his teeth on Seungmin's shoulder. Never to hurt him, just playful enough that it was easy to brush off. He finally saw the younger eat the Popsicles Seungmin told him about, on a group movie night. Minho counted every time he left the living room to disappear into the kitchen, only to come back with the cold treat. At the end, the number was racked up to five in the span of two movies.
Odd, Minho thought. This is so odd.
Despite this, Minho did not make a move. Jeongin has messed around with Seungmin, and sometimes the other members. But he has yet to try something with Minho. There were more than enough opportunities for Jeongin to pester him. Each time, nothing happens. So he waits, and waits, and finally—Jeongin tries to bite him for a change.
Jeongin wasn't one to bite. Not that he knew of. Most of the time, it would be Seungmin trying to sink his teeth into his skin even outside of the bedroom, and Jeongin would be the one scurrying off. Clearly, a switch has flipped, and Minho is trying his best to figure out why.
They were in the practice room again. Minho was on his phone; the distinct chatter of everyone else around him drowned out. He had a lollipop in his mouth, twirling it around and not paying any mind. He's pretty sure Seungmin is messing around with Changbin, and he can hear Chan's cackle somewhere else in the room. Minho decided to give them grace today, letting them mess around for a while before starting back up.
Weight, to his right. Someone plops down close, and Minho already knows who it is. Jeongin leans his head on his shoulder, curling his legs up and gluing himself to Minho's side. He lets the younger do what he pleases. They don't speak, and for a while they sit there. This is normal, at least. Nothing too crazy or out of the blue for Minho to be concerned. He twirls the lollipop, strawberry clinging to his tongue. His lips are stained, probably. He continues to stare down at his phone, swiping through random videos. He comes across another cat short and reminds himself to have his parents send photos of his own when they get home.
Another shift. Jeongin presses closer. Minho's hair stands on end. He turns his head, looking down at Jeongin, who has his lips slightly parted. His eyes flicker, and he zeroes in on Minho's hand that is holding his phone. Minho doesn't know what comes over him. Maybe it's the sixth sense he's formed. Maybe it's because he sees the exact moment Jeongin decides to bite his damn hand.
He pulls out the lollipop, taking it and shoving it into Jeongin's mouth before he can think about it. Jeongin makes a surprised sound, mixed with a slight pained noise, as he looks at Minho with wide eyes. His ears are ringing, blood rushing to his ears as his entire body begins to warm. The lollipop knocked against his teeth, and Minho should apologize, because that was a little harsh. He just reacted before his mind could catch up to his actions.
Minho opens his mouth, words on the tip of his tongue, when Jeongin takes the lollipop further into his mouth. He witnesses firsthand the way his eyes droop, fluttering. He hears the way he whines. Meek, and so pretty. Low enough for only Minho to hear. His breathing has grown heavy, and his hand is still wrapped around the stick of the lollipop. He should let it go, should act as if nothing happened, and store this information for later.
He tugs the lollipop back out of his mouth, then pushes it in again. Jeongin lets him, and Minho focuses on his lips, the way they wrap around the sweet treat. The way he makes a happier sound this time, shifting closer to Minho, almost seated on his lap.
"Uhm."
They both jump. Minho accidentally pulls the lollipop out of Jeongin's mouth, who gapes from the loss. He whips his head around, staring up at Seungmin, who stands in front of them, unimpressed.
"Chan-hyung asked if we're starting soon." He tells them, and Minho jerks his head in a nod. Jeongin doesn't pay him any mind, just snatches the lollipop from Minho's hand and takes it into his mouth without a care in the world. That manages to snap Minho out of his daze, calling out after the little brat.
"Yah, Yang Jeongin! No dancing with food in your mouth!"
"Thanks for the treat, Minho-hyung!" Jeongin yells back, scampering away as if he didn't just cause Minho's heart to do about five hundred somersaults. As if he wasn't just looking up at Minho through his eyelashes, whining. He almost bit him, for fucks sake.
Minho and Seungmin watch him saunter off. They hear Jisung ask where he got the lollipop from, to which Jeongin shrugs his shoulders. They turn back to each other, and Seungmin slowly raises an eyebrow.
"Talk," Minho mutters, strained. "We need to talk."
"Don't have to tell me twice." Seungmin agreed, waiting for Minho to gather himself before walking over to the group.
Jeongin keeps the white stick in his mouth even after he's finished the lollipop.
💤.•* !!
The plan was simple.
Minho would invite Seungmin and Jeongin over for their own date-night-in while Jisung was staying over with Chan and Changbin. They'd go about their normal routine, snuggle up on the couch, and watch some movies, and if Jeongin tries any funny business for the millionth time, they'd bring it up.
If he doesn't do anything, Minho and Seungmin will just have to start the conversation themselves. Technically, they could do that first. They've already witnessed enough scenarios to know something was definitely going on, but they did not want to corner Jeongin. They wanted to wait, to see if Jeongin would do something in real time, and in front of both of them, to warrant the topic of conversation. If they randomly brought it up, Jeongin would surely deflect, and that is not what they want to happen.
The only problem is timing. Trying to align it before their album release is difficult, but manageable. It's not the most ideal date Minho would have liked, and he would have loved for it to be sooner rather than later. They had priorities, all of them did, and that meant having to sacrifice time with his boyfriends for the sake of the group. Not that any of them minded, but for this once? Minho wished this had happened on one of their breaks, just so he didn't have to worry so much.
By the time a week goes by, then another—they have their opening. A blessed weekend off from all of the non-stop dance practices, fittings, and photo shoots. Minho was practically buzzing out of his skin when he woke up, an itch that wouldn't go away. He threw himself into deep cleaning the apartment, ordering groceries to have the ingredients he needed to make dinner. He takes longer in the shower, trying to calm down his racing heart. It works, though barely, and by the time Jeongin and Seungmin arrive, the buzz is starting to return.
"Minho-hyung!" Jeongin is the first to greet him, throwing his arms over his shoulders and immediately clinging to him. Minho grunts, wrapping his arms around his waist. Jeongin doesn't give him a chance to respond, lips meeting his in an instant.
Alarm bells start going off in his head. He always greets Minho with a snarky comment, and Minho has to tackle him until he kisses him. Sometimes, and he really means it, Jeongin will greet him sweetly, maybe a little desperate. Never, never, does Jeongin jump into his arms and start kissing him with fever.
He kisses Jeongin back, repressing a shiver when he bites into his lip. It all happens so quickly that Minho doesn't have time to recover. Jeongin's tongue flicks out to tease him, his lips parting slightly. Minho takes the advantage to grip the back of his neck and lick into his mouth. Squeezing his waist just to hear a giggle escape. When they pull away, Jeongin is grinning. Minho quirks an eyebrow, chest rising and falling a little too fast for his liking.
"Kit," He says. "You seem excited."
Jeongin beams, "Of course I am. We haven't had a night like this in so long."
Minho shakes his head, the younger going off into the dorm after he takes off his shoes. He turns to Seungmin, noticing how his own lips appear bitten and red. Minho snorts, Seungmin rolling his eyes as he comes forward. He wraps his arms around Minho, tugs him close to knock their heads against one another.
"Hi."
"Hi," Minho murmurs before being kissed for the second time. Seungmin is softer, leaving small nips before pulling back. Minho can't help the lazy smile that overcomes him, wrapping his arms around Seungmin's neck.
"Did he attack you with kisses, too?"
"More like tried to maul the fuck out of me."
Minho hums, looking in the direction of where Jeongin had disappeared into the kitchen. He can hear him rummaging around, and there is no doubt that the kit was hungry. Minho should start cooking, lest he wants them to tear through the kitchen.
"Well," He says. "Let's eat first, yeah?"
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Dinner goes by without a hitch. Seungmin and Jeongin linger around, and Minho lets them start on a batch of cookies even if they probably shouldn't be trusted. They talk about the upcoming album, about what they've been up to in their downtime, the mundane things. Minho and Seungmin stay clear of bringing up the incident, as they call it, and as time continues to pass, Minho starts to wonder if they're second-guessing everything.
Minho doesn't see much harm in Jeongin's behavior. It's changed, yes, and it was odd in general. And by now, Jeongin would have surely told them something was wrong. Maybe, just maybe, Jeongin found this new side of him and felt inclined to put himself out there more. Even if his ways of doing it were interesting.
As much as it sounds right, Minho doesn't fully commit to that conclusion. He would not decide on anything until it was confirmed by Jeongin himself.
So he cooks them dinner. They make the batch of cookies. He lets them set up in the living room, placing everything on the coffee table and telling them to pick a movie. Jeongin sits between the two of them, and if he had a tail, Minho was sure it'd be curled up with him. His ears flickering. An idea for next time, he supposes.
They eat their food, then some more. The batch of cookies is soft, a pleasing little snack after their meal. Minho gets them something to drink, and they cuddle closer to one another, a mess of limbs. Jeongin has his head on Seungmin's shoulder, his hands messing with Minho's fingers.
He watches Jeongin, gazing over his features. The lights have been turned off, and the movie playing on the TV highlights his features. He looks soft, like this. Shirt hanging low off his shoulder, soft legs and thighs on display from where his shorts have ridden up the smallest bit. His hair is fluffy, soft strands framing his face. Barefaced, hints of acne that are slowly going away.
Minho turns away. All night has been relatively normal. He honestly suspected that Jeongin would turn down the cookies, asking if he could have something cold. Minho would have agreed, and he would have given him one of the popsicles (that he specifically bought for this reason) stored in the freezer. It would have been an opening, a chance for Minho to ask him why he's been craving them lately. Jeongin would have been flustered from Minho noticing, and Seungmin would have taken the chance to dive in deeper.
That would have been perfect—but that's not what happened.
Jeongin shifts, nuzzling into Seungmin further. He takes it as a sign to raise his hand, running his fingers through ebony strands. The movie runs, they're silent. He moves again, turning into Seungmin's shoulder and—
"Fuck! Jeongin, what the hell?!" Seungmin yelps as his teeth sink into his shoulder. He jerks from the pain that blooms, not having enough time to pull away as Minho clasps the back of Jeongin's neck and yanks him off.
"What the hell is your deal?" Minho hisses. "That was too far this time."
Jeongin stares with wide eyes, snapping his mouth closed. He hangs his head down in shame as he watches Seungmin wince, going lax in Minho's hold.
"Are you okay?" Minho asks.
He rolls his shoulder a few times, the pain subsiding. Seungmin nods his head. "I'm fine. You can let him go, hyung."
Minho does as told, moving them so they were both sitting up. He places Jeongin between his legs, one of his hands wrapping around his waist. The other stays put on the back of his neck, his grip loosening and instead resting there. He massages the area a few times, a silent apology from the way Minho had to grab him.
As Seungmin shuffles forward, going to lift Jeongin's head, he hears sniffling. Both men freeze at the noise, Jeongin curling into himself further.
"Innie?" Seungmin asks, gentle and coaxing.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I didn't—I didn't mean—" Jeongin cuts himself off, choking back a sob. He cries, and Minho and Seungmin crowd against him further.
"Baby, it's okay, you're okay." Seungmin shushes him, running a hand through his hair. Minho puts his chin on his shoulder, trying to get him to uncurl from the ball he tucked himself into.
"Kit, hyung's sorry for how he reacted. Can you talk to us? Tell us what's been going on?" Minho apologizes, his heart sinking with each tear that slides down his cheek.
Jeongin sniffles, a few more tears slipping out. "I don't know hyung, I don't. Every day it's just—hard."
"What's hard, Jeongin-ah?" Seungmin asks, pulling his sleeves over his hands and patting his cheeks dry.
"Trying not to bite anything or feeling like I just need something there," Jeonign emphasizes the last part with a wave of his hand towards his mouth. His eyes are still teary, cheeks blotchy. "I don't know what it is."
Minho and Seungmin look over his shoulder, locking eyes with one another. They come to the conclusion at the same time.
"Kit, can you open your mouth for hyung?" Minho rasps out, and Seungmin's heart starts pounding.
Jeongin immediately does as told, his jaw relaxing as his mouth drops open. Seungmin watches with a gleam in his eye, sucking in a breath as Minho traces the expanse of Jeongin's throat to the underside of his chin. He tilts Jeongin's head, shifting so it's lolling back on his shoulder. Minho continues, his fingers ghosting his lips until they dip into the crevasse of his mouth onto his tongue.
Seungmin exhales harshly as Jeongin jerks, gasping around Minho's fingers. He makes a feeble little noise, one that has Seungmin moving forward on autopilot to crowd against him. He pulls Jeongin's legs toward him, lifting him so he's settled on his lap. Minho brackets him from behind, and like this, they cage Jeongin in between them.
"It's okay, baby, breathe," Seungmin comforts as Jeongin's eyes shift frantically. He eventually lands his gaze back onto Seungmin, whose fingers caress his bare thighs gently. Jeongin pants around Minho's fingers that slowly start to rub along his tongue in a soothing type of motion.
"Go on, sweet thing," Minho murmurs against the shell of his ear. Jeongin whines, one of his hands moving to clasp Minho's arm. His left one lands on top of Seungmin's own hand, blunt nails digging into his skin as he lets his mouth close around Minho's fingers.
Seungmin didn't know what to expect. He knew Jeongin was waiting for permission, as they've trained him to do. But he didn't exactly know what Minho's plan was, or what exactly Jeongin needed. As he watches Jeongin clamp his mouth shut around Minho's fingers, taking a deep breath through his nose, and sucks—a revelation comes to him. Minho, too, parts his mouth in awe as Jeongin takes his fingers into his mouth.
Slick and light noises fill the room, into the air all around them as Jeongin sucks. He runs the length of his tongue around Minho's fingers, his eyes fluttering. Minho and Seungmin watch with hooded eyes as Jeongin slowly begins to relax in their hold. He mewls softly, his fingernails slowly retracting from digging into Seungmin's hand.
"Ah, I see now," Minho says as Jeongin continues his ministrations. His pupils are blown, dark and heavy. Seungmin is sure he looks the same, heat curling low in his belly as he continues to watch. His hands have paused their movements, instead gripping Jeongin's thighs harshly as a way to ground himself. Jeongin's hips twitch from Seungmin's hold, a soft moan tumbling out as his lips part. His eyes have turned glassy, a haze clouding his mind.
"Oral fixation," Seungmin states, throat a little dry. He feels a little—disappointed. In himself, and in Minho. Something had been wrong. They just weren't looking at it in the right way. Jeongin had been stressed, overwhelmed because even he couldn't figure out what he needed. He couldn't explain what it was, because he didn't know. They should have been more attentive and asked him sooner rather than later.
He licks his lips, moving forward to attach them to Jeongin's neck. He feels him arch the slightest bit, bending his neck further for Seungmin to have easier access. Seungmin groans at the clear sign of submission, feeling like he was on such a high from Jeongin's presence alone. He always liked how pliant he could be, how much he trusted Seungmin and Minho to take care of him.
In this state, especially, was a vulnerable time for him. The fact that he let them guide him, even if they themselves were trying to figure out what was going on, was something so incredibly special. Seungmin loved it; he loved Jeongin. Loved that he felt safe enough to let go, to let Minho and Seungmin care for him. He would never take advantage of it, he'd never do such things—this was Jeongin's safe place. And he would not ruin that for him. He would, however, make it as pleasurable for him as he could. He would make up for the lack of care he's given him and treat him better.
Seungmin shivers, growing desperate with the need to do something. His own mouth waters, and he gently starts to kiss along Jeongin's neck. All around in a smooth motion until he suddenly bites down hard.
Jeongin's moan this time is high, cutting off into a whimper. He squirms as Seungmin's teeth latch onto his neck, lapping over the mark with his tongue in a soothing motion. He pulls away just to see the indents of his teeth blooming on his skin, hoping they'd leave a dark colored stain.
"Don't think I would let you get away without returning the favor," Seungmin says, lower than he intended. His own voice sounded foreign in his own ears. "Always acting so meek and disgusted for the cameras, yet here you are, biting like a wild animal when you wanted this all along."
Jeongin whines. He doesn't even try to defend himself, merely trying to get Seungmin to bite him harder, to give him more.
Minho watches both of them. He finds pleasure in taking care of Jeongin and Seungmin more than trying to chase his own desire. He will, later, when Jeongin is better. From the way his eyes are like glass, shiny with tears, and how his arms have fallen to clutch weakly at Seungmin's shoulders, Minho knows he's in too deep. This goes beyond arousal, beyond the floaty feeling Jeongin always describes to them.
"You're so pretty like this." He praises, right against Jeongin's ear. He shivers, and his hips once again twitch, like he wants to chase something, but his body feels too heavy to let him do so. It causes him to put all his weight onto Minho, who takes him with ease.
Seungmin doesn't stop nipping at his neck, going all the way to move his shirt to expose his collarbones and suck marks there. Minho is thankful they don't have anything scheduled for the next day, but even then, he knows they won't be gone by then. He should tell Seungmin to ease up, to remind him they could get in trouble for this.
Seeing the way Seungmin is almost feral with it, and the way Jeongin continues to tug on him for more, he decides against it.
Minho runs his fingers along Jeongin's tongue, waiting for a response. His mouth has gone completely slack, no longer sucking on his fingers. He takes that as a sign to pull them out, but when he tries, Jeongin chases them.
This was surely an experience. One that has Minho feel dizzy and out of breath. He runs the pads of his fingers along Jeongin's tongue, on his gums, and on the roof of his mouth. Jeongin lets out a contented sigh, as if that was all he needed. A few tears fell down the side of his cheeks, mixing with the drool that pooled and was slipping down the side of his mouth. He sniffles, some of the haze in his eyes clearing.
"Oh, baby," Seungmin says, warm and tender. "We got you, don't worry."
Jeongin nods, a little jerk of his head, and Seungmin continues to run his hands up and down his legs. His knees, his thighs, underneath his shirt to feel the smooth plane of his stomach and his abs, pressing his fingertips to see the indent they make.
Seungmin decides to move down. The space on the couch makes it awkward, with his long limbs, but he makes it work. He settles further between Jeongin's legs, lips ghosting the insides of his thighs. His breath tickles against his skin, his legs trying to close. Seungmin holds them open, giving a tentative lick.
"Our sweet kit. Do you want us to help you?" Minho asks, stroking the side of his waist. His arm is beginning to grow tired, but he pays it no mind. Not when Jeongin needs this.
He whines again, giving another nod. Sweet noises fill the room as the movie continues to play, and Minho slides his hand down his waist to his tummy, where he rubs soothing circles. Seungmin continues to bite and suck on his inner thighs, and Minho finally stops teasing. He slips his hand into the waistband of his shorts, taking note of the lack of underwear.
Minho slowly wraps his hand around his shaft, taking him into his hand. Jeongin lets out a cry, starting to tremble in his arms. He's so warm, hard, and dripping into his hand. Minho wants to devour him.
He runs his thumb over the head, into the slit. Gathering the pre-come, making the slide slick and wet, easy. Jeongin continues to cry around Minho's fingers, hips rocking into his hand. Chasing his own pleasure, all while Seungmin marks his thighs.
"Hyungs are sorry," Minho murmurs, kissing the back of his neck. "We got you now."
It doesn't take much longer after that. Minho pumps him almost lazily, flicking his wrist and squeezing now and then. All while his fingers fuck in and out of his mouth at this point. Jeongin comes just like that. He lets out a long moan, whimpering as Minho strokes him through the aftershocks.
Seungmin pulls off from marking his thighs. He sits up quickly, crawling up and tugging Minho's fingers out of Jeongin's mouth to pull him into a kiss. Minho watches, entranced, hand sticky with come, as Seungmin kisses Jeongin. As he swings his legs to sit on Jeongin's thigh, hips grinding against him in a frantic motion until it draws out a sweet moan from the back of his throat. Their kiss eventually slows in time as Seungmin comes down from his own high, a single press of their lips.
When they part, Jeongin is panting. Tongue lolled out as he gazes up at Seungmin with stars in his eyes. Minho glances around, gathering a spare throw blanket that's fallen on the floor. He uses it to clean his hands, tosses it back onto the ground, and makes a note to wash it later. Or trash it. He's not sure Jisung will take a liking to having the blanket he used for—this—kept on their couch even after it's clean.
Jeongin lies back against his chest, Seungmin climbing off his thigh. The movie has now finished, credits rolling in the background. He cringes at the feeling of stained pants, and Minho huffs a laugh. The movement causes Jeongin to tilt his head up, gazing at Minho.
"Feel better?" Minho asks, almost a whisper. Jeongin nods his head slowly, shifting to fully turn to Minho. His gaze shifts downwards, lips parting in a small gasp. He glances down and back up again, arm shooting out to stop Jeongin when he reaches his hand out. He pauses as he looks at Minho confused.
He shakes his head. “Not right now. This was about you."
Jeongin blinks at him, his eyes becoming teary again. "Hyung," he hiccups, and Minho can't help but smile at him and bring him into his arms. Seungmin stays behind him, sitting down closer and rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back.
"I'm sorry," Jeongin whispers.
"We should be sorry, all this time we thought you were hiding some big secret and acting weird for no reason." Seungmin sounds wounded, and Minho can't help but sigh in agreement.
Jeongin shoots up in Minho's arms, immediately shaking his head. "Neither of you knew. There was no way for you to figure out what was going on, and I never brought it up."
"Then you shouldn't feel bad either, kit. You didn't know what it was until now, how is that fair to you than it is to us, hm?" Minho is stern, placing a finger to Jeongin's lips when he goes to argue.
"No one is at fault, baby." Seungmin backs Minho up, and Jeongin has no choice but to deflate. He takes both of their hands in his, staring down at them.
"I still hurt you."
"And Minho-hyung scruffed you by the neck."
Jeongin flushes, cheeks becoming twice as red. "I liked it, though."
Minho blinks before barking out a laugh. Here he was, thinking he was too rough, when all Jeongin thought about was how much it turned him on. He should have known. Seungmin rolls his eyes, lips twitching into a smile.
”As much as that's the case, we do need to figure out proper ways to help you. You can only eat so many popsicles and bite so many people, Innie." Seungmin cups his cheeks as he says this, worried. Jeongin nods his head, leaning into his hand.
"Can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm gross, and so are you." Jeongin pleads.
Minho nods his head, and Seungmin agrees, getting up from the couch to pull them both up. Minho grabs the soiled blanket after turning off the TV on the way to the bathroom, disposing it in the bin along with their clothes. They turn on the shower, waiting for it to warm before stepping underneath the spray. Minho rolls his eyes when Seungmin starts kissing the back of his neck the second they finish washing their bodies. Heart fluttering when Jeongin slowly sinks to his knees, pumping Minho until he can take him into his mouth. Seungmin holds him upright as the water rains down on them, whispering how good a hyung he is, taking care of them so well.
Minho comes from Jeongin's mouth and Seungmin's praises alone. He groans, fucking into Jeongin's mouth until he's finished. Helps Jeongin off the floor and rinses off for the second time. They step out, drying off and brushing their teeth before heading to Minho's bedroom. They change into clean clothes, borrowing Minho's, before tucking themselves underneath the sheets.
Minho is halfway below consciousness when he hears Jeongin whisper, "Thank you for everything. I love you both."