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Seonghwa hadn’t expected much, if anything, for his birthday. Maybe dinner, obviously the live for Atiny, maybe a few silly gifts.
He certainly hadn’t expected a cryptic note telling to come to Hongjoong’s dorm later, signed by Jongho no less. His neat script marred by the ink bleeding across the paper, pooling in the texturized dips. He’d spent most of his morning touching that note, hand buried deep in his pocket as they went through everything that needed doing. He’d taken it out and peeked at it, brows furrowed as he tried to puzzle what could possibly be being done there.
His curiosity has to wait to be sated because Jongho is decidedly not texting him back.
He finishes his tasks and heads over as instructed, letting himself in to the soft sounds of what is undeniably kissing. He can feel his cheeks turn pink, but he continues down the hall to find the duo on the couch. Hongjoong is laid out with his hands slipping underneath Jongho’s T-shirt, dragging the fabric up his back and exposing the shift of muscles as he kisses down his Hyung’s neck.
Seonghwa watches, slack jawed as Jongho continues his descent. His mouth closes around one of Hongjoong’s pecs, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth through the shirt fabric. The response is immediate, the smaller of the idols arching to force his chest more firmly into it as Jongho laughs against the swell of muscle before his hands shift and he bends to the other side. There’s a flash of tan skin and Hongjoong whimpers, fingers sinking into Jongho’s hair to pull him in more tightly. The sight makes him gasp, the sound loud to his own ears.
The elder of the duo opens his eyes long enough to see Seonghwa, the warm smile on his lips is enough to stop the eldest from running away. “Hey Star, happy birthday.”
Jongho turns to look at him when Hongjoong speaks, something dark and devastating in his eyes. He sits back on his knees, showing the way Hongjoong’s shirt is rucked up to his chest like Jongho’s hands had been just as curious as Hongjoong’s.
“Happy birthday, Come here Hyung.”
He reaches a hand out, trying to gently coax Seonghwa closer.
They weren’t shy, normally, but they’d never all been together like this. They all knew of one another, the private moments alone, the needs each member scratched. Jongho was rougher than Hongjoong, far more dominant, where Seonghwa could play either role with his Captain.
“What’s going on?” He comes closer, obedient even though he was worried they were going to tell him they’d found each other more enticing than him, didn’t need him anymore, something like that. Instead Hongjoong scoots out from under Jongho and the moment he’s close enough, Seonghwa is tugged down between the two of them. He’s shifted to rest with his back against Hongjoong’s chest, sat between spread legs. Hongjoong’s lips brush against his ear, his voice warm and soft. “Don’t look so nervous Star.”
Jongho’s hands skim up his thighs, kneading at the muscle in the exact way he knew Seonghwa liked. His grip was strong and already had him feeling fuzzy brained and floaty in all the right ways. “It’s your birthday present, Bunny.”
He relaxes a little more, head tipping to one side as Hongjoong’s teeth scrape at his pulse. “My birthday?” He repeats, making Jongho laugh with that beautiful gummy smile.
“Yes, my dumb little bunny. Your birthday.” Seonghwa can feel Hongjoong inhale sharply against his skin with Jongho’s words, his posture relaxing as Seonghwa whimpers for the younger man when his touch continues. Jongho leans into Seonghwa, lips brushing over his far too lightly to be satisfactory. “Didn’t think you’d want to end your birthday any other way than cock drunk and covered in cum, but if I’m wrong we can turn on a movie and pretend I didn’t offer you both of us.”
It’s a lot to consider, Hongjoong’s going to learn a lot about the way Jongho treats him and same for the other way around. He isn’t even sure if these two have been alone together before today. “Both-“ his words cut off as Hongjoong’s hand traces over his chest, a thumb dragging over his nipple.
“Both, my pretty Star.” Hearing it from the Captain makes it feel more real. The two men encircling his frame were both extremely possessive, didn’t like to share, and never wanted to hear about any other partners Seonghwa might have taken in their time apart.
His chest lifts, pressing into Hongjoong’s hand as his thighs flex under Jongho’s touch. “Okay.”
It’s all the consent Jongho needs to claim his lips as the Captain starts working on Seonghwa’s shirt. More skin bared, the better. He’s trapped in a whirlwind of worship and degradation, two entirely opposite ends of the spectrum at once. It was numbing to his mind and electrifying to his body.
Hands guided, pushed, pulled, prepped until Seonghwa was on his hands and knees with his face snuggly pressed against Hongjoong’s still covered erection. Jongho’s large hand held him there, watching him drool to soak the fabric. His tongue dragged over the unpleasant texture, head empty as he mouths around the now wet shape of Hongjoong’s cock. The rapper has his hands gripping the couch, as much under Jongho’s control as Seonghwa is.
“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Jongho’s voice is low, soothing in a way few things are. Seonghwa nods, whimpering as he wraps his lips around the head of Hongjoong’s length through the material of his boxers to suck softly. He can smell him, but he can’t taste him and it’s driving him insane. “I know you do, pretty bunny just good for one thing, aren’t you?”
Honjoong makes his own sound of protest, his nails scratching over the fabric of the couch as he listens to the way the Maknae speaks the the eldest and worse, how badly Seonghwa wants it all the same. His hips jerk up into Seonghwa as he feels that wicked tongue pressing against him, trying to tease over his head to taste him. “Jongho-“
“Hyung-“ Seonghwa’s whimpers beneath them. Jongho’s shoves his face harder between Hongjoong’s thighs, making both of the elder idols moan for very different reasons. “What do you want, he’s yours to use.”
“Off-“ he shifts his hands to his boxers, pulling at the wet fabric as Jongho lifts Seonghwa by his hair. The eldest whines in pain, but Hongjoong’s not fooled. There is a glossy string of precum connecting his leaking length to the couch beneath them. Hongjoong is quick to readjust, just in time for Jongho to shove Seonghwa’s face back between his legs. This time his own hand slides into the messy black strands, hips rolling as he grinds the leaking, spit soaked head of his length into the elders cheek. “Open, Star.”
Seonghwa looks up at him, glassy eyed as he drops his jaw and lets his tongue hang out.
“Fuck.” Hongjoong twitches against Seonghwa’s cheek, he’d seen Seonghwa’s lips around him plenty of times, but never like this.
“He’s perfect isn’t he? Pretty little cock dumb bunny.” Jongho’s hands trace down Seonghwa’s arched back, gripping his hips and dragging the thin singer back so he can grind against him. “You don’t have to be nice to him, let him choke on you, it’s what he’s made for.”
Seonghwa’s open mouth is damn inviting, eyes heavily lidded as Jongho grinds himself into the birthday boy. There’s a click and Hongjoong recognizes the sound, watches in fascination as he places the head of himself against that slick tongue right as Jongho sinks a finger-no, two fingers, into Seonghwa. The eldest of them keeps his mouth open obediently, but his brows pinch together in an expression that’s downright pornographic. It’s all Hongjoong needs to snap, the fingers in Seonghwa’s hair dragging him down until his nose is pressed flush to his pelvis and he’s choking, throat rhythmically tightening as he gags. He lets him off after a minute, ready to apologize but Seonghwa is already trying to take him back in.
Jongho laughs softly, watching his tender hearted Captain try to be mean. He keeps working his fingers into Seonghwa, slowly prepping him while his free hand tugs at his own pants. He’d worn sweats, the elastic band coming in handy as he shoves the front down just enough to hook under himself and stay there. “You can do worse than that, slap him while he’s choking on you, he likes it and you’ll never feel anything else like it.”
The look on Hongjoong’s face makes him laugh harder, the pure, abject horror of it. “Fine, I’ll keep that for me.”
He pulls his fingers free and Seonghwa makes a sound of protest, the noise becoming a muffled yelp as he’s spanked. “You’re complaining when Hyung and I are being so generous with you? You just want my fingers? I thought you wanted more. What kind of cock loving Bunny are you? I knew you were dumb but wow..”
Seonghwa tries to lift his head to argue, but Jongho’s faster, shoving his open mouth back around Hongjoong until he’s choking again. This time he doesn’t let up as quickly. “You’re supposed to just be enjoying your birthday present Bunny, how are we supposed to give you what you want if you argue?”
Seonghwa’s body is tense, throat pulsing around the Captain who’s shaking, fighting the urge to buck up into that wet heat. His hand comes to lay over Jongho’s, heavy lidded gaze finding the Maknae as Seonghwa body goes lax, pliant between them.
“There it is-“ Jongho lets up but Seonghwa only pulls back enough to breath, mouth still working around the head of Hongjoong’s length.
“What?” Hongjoong doesn’t understand anything that just happened, watching the singer hollow his cheeks as he drags his tongue through the slit, tasting him. His head falls back, a moan as his gaze finds Jongho again.
“Hyung likes to push back, at least with me. He likes to be forced into submission, it helps him relax after being in charge of everything all day.” Jongho pauses to slick himself up with lubricant. “You could try it too if you like, I’d be happy to break you.”
Between the way Seonghwa’s greedily lapping at him, the slick sound of Jongho’s stroking himself with the lube, and the absolutely devastating sight of Seonghwa’s back arched, Hongjoong isn’t exactly paying enough attention to the youngest singer's words. He shakes his head, not saying no, but that he can’t even begin to think about that right now. Jongho lets out another wicked little giggle before bracing himself with his clean hand on Seonghwa’s hip.
Seonghwa whines beneath them, hips pushing back into Jongho’s touch the moment he feels it. Another loud, lube wet slap makes him go still, lips parted as he moans around their leader.
Hongjoong’s hips buck, forcing himself deeper into his throat and earning another sound. There’s a moment where everything seems to freeze as Jongho sinks into Seonghwa. Hongjoong watches, attention entirely focused on the eldest of them as his eyes roll back with the sensation of being stretched and filled so fully.
Seonghwa is useless between them for a good few seconds, his tongue is still pressed to Hongjoong’s head, but he’s panting quickly. The way he leaves his mouth open has him drooling all over the Captain and Hongjoong is hard pressed to be repulsed by it. His hands card through his hair, tender like he’s precious even as Seonghwa’s nails claw at Hongjoong’s bare thighs when Jongho starts to move.
No one truly expected him to be gentle, they called him a bear for a reason, but seeing it was something else entirely. His hands were massive where they curled around Seonghwa’s slim waist, dragging the elder back onto each hard thrust. Seonghwa’s arms gave out quickly, one hand distractedly stroking Hongjoong as he sucks at the head as much as he could while being used so thoroughly. It was just as well, Hongjoong would have come all over that pretty face far too quickly had the singer been able to focus on his task.
The slap of skin against skin, Seonghwa’s raspy cries, the harsh panting of the maknae, it was too much for the elder idol. Jongho could tell, watched as Seonghwa barely paid Hongjoong any attention. One hand slid up the elders body, muscle rippling beneath his touch as Seonghwa shifted to maintain contact. His hand curled around the eldest’s throat, gripping tight and hefting him up, off Hongjoong’s lap. The sight was magnificent, all lean lines as Seonghwa clung to Jongho’s thick forearm. His face was twisted in pleasure, the new angle driving the thickness inside him that much deeper.
Seonghwa’s own length was flushed, neglected and so angry, Hongjoong almost felt bad watching the way it bobbed between his thighs, leaking as he was taken apart. He also didn’t think he’d ever been so hard in his life watching the man he love be ruined by another.
“Isn’t he so pretty?” Jongho’s breathless, but clearly enjoying himself. There’s sweat dotting his brow, defining the intensity of what he was doing, just how much effort he was putting in. “Useless little bunny, only good to be a warm, wet hole. Aren’t you?” His hand slides up his neck, squishing his cheeks and jaw when he doesn’t answer. “Say it-“
“Yes! Hole, I’m a hole!” He’s gone with pleasure, hands clawing at the maknaes grip on him but only because he doesn’t know what else to do. Jongho forces his head to turn, kissing him hard. He groans, tasting Hongjoong on his tongue and his hips snap forward a little harder. The action makes Seonghwa yelp, eyes rolled back as he comes untouched between them. He makes a mess of the leader's lap, spilling over him and a bit of the couch as Hongjoong watches in fascination.
Jongho’s not done yet, he lowers their useless bunny back down, shoving his face in his own mess. “Clean it up.”
Seonghwa obeys, greedily lapping up his own seed from Hongjoong’s skin before swollen lips swallow him down again and this time the Captain doesn’t hesitate to buck his hips, choking Seonghwa with his throbbing length. He’s going to come, way too quickly but this might be the single hottest moment of his life and he isn’t ashamed. His head falls back, throat bared as he pumps his hips into Seonghwa’s wet mouth, the muffled whimpers and the slick clicking of his throat music to his ears. He’s dizzy with pleasure, toes curling as his muscles start to lock up and tense. “Fuck-!”
“Come across his face-“ JongHo instructs and despite the heat around him Hongjoong finds himself obeying, yanking Seonghwa off his cock to the singer’s disappointment. He drops his jaw, tongue hanging out as Hongjoong explodes before him. He makes a mess, covering Seonghwa’s lips, tongue, cheek. He might even have some in his hair. He doesn’t realize until he’s come down from his high, ears ringing and vision fuzzy that Jongho’s still grinding into Seonghwa, the singer's lashes laced with tears of overstimulation as Jongho grinds against his prostate. “Pretty bunny, I bet you can come again before I do.”
“No-“ he whines, hanging his head as the first tears fall. “Too much.”
Hongjoong coos at him, coming back to himself more by the second. He gathers Seonghwa’s cum streaked face in his hands and tries to memorize the sight. His lips are swollen, lashes clumped with tears as pearlescent streaks run down his cheeks. He’s licked his lips clean already, no doubt swallowing everything he could reach without actually wiping his face. “You can do it Star, make Jongho feel so good, look at how he’s taking care of you.”
There’s a low, throaty noise from the maknae as the Captain catches onto the game. Their styles might be different, but the end result would be the same. They were going to break Park Seonghwa.
Seonghwa shakes his head and Hongjoong watches as his face pinches, twisting as Jongho rolls his hips again. His eyelashes flutter, pleasure still clear as he lets his body be used. “Aren’t you going to be so sweet for him? Let him feel you fall apart again.” Hongjoong presses a soft kiss to Seonghwa’s lips, tasting himself clear as day. “Be such a good little Bunny for our Bear, won’t you?”
He’d just barely nodded, coaxed by the sweet touches and soft praise, when Hongjoong’s eyes find Jongho. He watches the moment everything shifts in the singers eyes, the intensity returning tenfold as he starts up a gradual pace again. Seonghwa drops his head, panting through the intensity of the pleasure before a big hand snags his hair and pulls him back up. “Eyes on the Captain, Bunny, don’t lose any of his gift.”
It doesn’t take much longer, Seonghwa’s hands clutching at Hongjoong as he’s used like little more than a toy. The sight of Jongho coming, pulling free and flipping Seonghwa onto his back so he could come across his front was something Hongjoong would never forget.
Every single touch was laced with power and intent. It was like Jongho wasn’t nervous, never second guessed an action, never doubted the pleasure he brought Seonghwa.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to try it himself.
The way he was afterwards, soft and sweet as he helped clean the exhausted dancer off was also fascinating. Every mean word was soothed with a kiss, a gentle touch, a warm rag between his thighs as Seonghwa gasped and clung to the singer. He’d never been so soft for Hongjoong, so entirely used up.
“Is he like this every time with you?” He’s nervous to ask, briefs back on despite the wetness still clinging to them from Seonghwa’s mouth. “I’ve never…”
“It’s called subspace,” he clarifies, fingers gently petting through Seonghwa’s hair as he keeps him pressed against his chest. “It’s.. he’s not usually this far gone, but I think having both of us here helped. Come.” Jongho pats the spot beside him, encouraging Hongjoong to join them closer, skin against skin. “It’s important to make sure he feels safe, that you stay with him until he’s normal again.”
Hongjoong places a hesitant hand on Seonghwa’s waist, watching as goosebumps spread outward from his touch. “I’ve seen him get a little dazed, with me I mean, if I spend too long…”
“Worship does it too.” Jongho answers, a touch smug.
“It’s not worship!” Hongjoong almost offended at the idea that he’d think him so soft, a simp like the rest of the world.
“Hyung it’s okay,” Jongho laughs, but it’s not cruel. “ Worship has its place. You can take someone down by being mean just as much as you can by praising every inch of them. He deserves both, there’s nothing wrong with either of us for the way we love him as long as he feels safe.” Jongho couldn’t help the little giggle that left him at Hongjoong’s face, amazed he knew so much more. “I was serious, you know, I’d love to see what gets you into this state.”
“I don’t think I could.” Hongjoong admits after a beat, considering it.
“I think you were close earlier, before he showed up.” His hyung had pliant under his hands, letting Jongho do anything. “If I’d just had a few more minutes..”
“In your dreams.” Hongjoong scoffs, but his face feels like it’s on fire. “I don’t think I’d like being talked to like that.”
“I wouldn’t, not unless you found a masochistic streak in you. Hyung likes it far, far worse than what I showed you tonight.” He shifts the idol in his arms, well aware that the subject of their conversation was now dead asleep on his lap. “What makes you tick is a conversation for another night. Help me get him into a bed.”
Hongjoong obeyed, opening the door to the first bedroom, Jongho’s. The maknae carried the elder easily, curling up into the bed with him and arranging him neatly against his chest once more. Hongjoong watched, fascinated.
“I’ll… just go clean up.” He started to turn but a sound made him pause, a low whine from Seonghwa. He turned back to see hazy eyes watching him and a pout on those pretty, abused lips.
“Clean up tomorrow.” Jongho offers, patting the bed on the opposite side of Seonghwa. “You’re Star wants you right now. I told you, both of us.”
Hongjoong hesitated, but only for a moment before he crawled into the bed with them, Seonghwa’s face buried in his neck. His fingers sink into sweat damp hair, frowning. Seonghwa would be so upset waking up dirty. “Should have washed him-“
“We will, once he’s more himself, we will.” Jongho’s fingers ghosted over Hongjoong’s ribs when he reached around Seonghwa, comforting the elder just as much as he was the submissive between them. “Relax, hyung. I’ll take care of you.”