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“Have you two ever included a third?”

To Jisung’s credit, the only thing that suggested he hadn’t expected the question was the slight twitch in his eyebrows. He didn’t even exaggeratedly choke on his drink – which Jisung did a lot when he got surprised, and which Changbin secretly suspected was more of a stalling tactic than an actual accident. Instead, he merely swallowed and hummed a little, before nodding and blinking pointedly a couple of times. 

“Imma need you to elaborate, Spear B.”

Changbin knew he had sprung the question on Jisung. But was there ever really a good time to ask such things? They were on the sofa, having beer after a rather fun day in the studio, and it was just the two of them. Changbin knew that if he didn’t ask now, he would never find it in him to do it.  

The door had barely closed behind Chan and Minho, who had left for the gym, wanting to squeeze in one last workout session for the evening. They had sent Changbin some strange looks when he’d turned down the invitation to join, but he’d insisted he should help Jisung with the dishes after dinner. Which, granted, was both true and fair. It wasn’t every day Minho cooked dinner for them after 3Racha practise, and the least Changbin could do was clean up. But most of all, he wanted to talk to Jisung. Alone. 

All through dinner, he had been thinking over how to broach this subject, to the point where he no longer was listening to the conversation around him. It felt like a stroke of luck, like a sign from the universe, when Chan said he was off to the gym and Minho wanted to tag along. 

“You and Minho,” Changbin obliged, “have you… You know? Had a threesome? Or considered it?”

“Oh, okay, yeah, so we are going there,” Jisung said. He took another sip of beer and burped discreetly afterwards. “Uh, yes. But I don’t think that’s only my story to tell.” 

Changbin pondered this answer for a second. “So it’s someone I know then… Another member?”

Jisung blushed and swore under his breath. “Yeah, I’ve said too much,” he muttered, just as Changbin said: “It’s Felix, right?” 

“Ah, he told you!” The relief was obvious in Jisung’s voice. 

Changbin chuckled. “No, I just figured.” 

“Ugh, okay, yes. It was Felix. Ah, shit.” He grimaced. “But I’m only telling you because you clearly already knew. Because you’re some master sleuth or something.”

“Of course.” Changbin nodded.

“Mind you, this was before Felix and Hyunjin became… Felix and Hyunjin. At least before they officially became a thing. Privately. Not officially. You know. When they decided to tell us. Come to think of it, it was also before Minho and I… well, became Minho and I, for real. Anyway, why are you asking me this? Now? Do you… want to…?” 

There was no mistaking the absolute fear and awkwardness exuding from Jisung’s eyes, as he so clearly prepared himself for dealing out rejection in the gentlest possible way. For a short, unhinged moment, Changbin almost considered staying silent – just to see how Jisung would go about this task – but just by bringing this topic up at all, Changbin was cringe maxing enough as it was, and he knew he still had more questions to get through. 

“No,” he said after waiting just one more beat (because why not? Seeing Jisung squirm awkwardly, even if it was just for a second, did somehow make him feel less awkward), “I don’t.”

“Aaaahhh, okay, okay,” Jisung said. 

“Should I be offended by how absurdly relieved you seem to be by the fact that I don’t want to sleep with you?” 

“Stop it,” Jisung said and tried a friendly punch at Changbin’s shoulder, which Changbin dodged elegantly, and Jisung spilled some of his beer.

He’d come this far. He should continue this awkward conversation. 

“It’s just…” He trailed off. “Who initiated it?”

Jisung reached for the paper towel roll and meticulously wiped the table clean of beer. He sat back on the sofa and looked over at Changbin. “Are you really asking me details of my sex life right now? Do we do that?” 

“Don’t friends do that?” Changbin said, perhaps a little more high-pitched than he had planned. He cleared his throat and continued. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course we are,” Jisung said with a confused resignation to his tone. “I just assumed you didn’t want to know too much about the sex life of your band-mates. But then again,” he added with a chuckle, “you do live with Hyunjin, which in practise means you live with Felix, so I guess you’ve become immune.”

Changbin must have unconsciously reacted to that statement, because right after he said it, Jisung raised his eyebrows as though he’d just realised something. He remained quiet, however, letting Changbin continue. 

“So… The other day, Hyunjin asked me if I wanted to… uh, join them.”

Jisung huffed and pursed his lips, impressed. “Huh. Wow. Hyunjin and Felix. So are you gonna do it?” 

Changbin shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out why exactly he was this uncomfortable. Jisung clearly didn’t think this topic was very awkward – at least not now that it was established Changbin wasn’t coming on to him and Minho – so why should he be?

“Well, I did. Kind of, I mean? Just Felix, though. Hyunjin was more, like, just there. Watching.” 

Jisung smiled and held up his hand and Changbin high-fived it on instinct, though not without an eye roll. “Nice one! I’m your gumeong dongseo! You know,” he added as he noticed the confusion on Changbin’s face. “Sharing the same hole? Hole bro? Hole buddy?”

“Stop saying hole.”

Jisung snickered. The beer had coloured his cheeks already, and the flush was creeping down his neck. “Whatever. HOLE. You’re the one who brought this up. Actually, I’m changing your contact name on KaTalk. Ow, stop kicking me!” 

Changbin kicked him one more time, for good measure. Then he sighed and had more beer, mostly just to have something to do with his hands. 

“Anyway, it’s been a while since last time, and I… I’d kinda like to do it again, but they haven’t asked me. I don’t know if there’s like, protocols or rules or whatever.” 

Jisung nodded. Then shook his head. “I doubt that. And if there are, it’s on them for not letting you know. Just ask?” 

“What, like I… I just message Hyunjin… and ask? Is that weird? How did Yongbokie do it?”

Jisung raised an eyebrow. “It kind of happened organically? I don’t know. But it was only that one time. We hadn’t officially asked him as a couple, seeing how we weren’t really a couple then. We were just cuddling on the sofa, and then Felix joined the cuddle, and then, uh, shenanigans.”

“Shenanigans,” Changbin repeated, thinking it over. Could he do that? Just sit down on the sofa next to them and cuddle until they got the hint? Could they get to shenanigans that way? Well, yes. They had. There was that first time Felix gave him a handy under the blanket. But did Changbin have it in him to initiate something? Plus, he had been thinking a lot about this. More than he probably should. They hadn’t invited him again since the time Hyunjin went to Iceland and it was just him and Felix. Had he and Felix gone too far? Was he a homewrecker now?

“Maybe it’s for the best that they haven’t asked me again.”

Jisung finished his beer and got up from the sofa. “Why?” he called over his shoulder as he walked towards the kitchen. “You just said you wanted to do it again.”

“Yeah, but… what if it got too much? What if I went too far? What if… What if Hyunjin is upset?” 

This was probably the crux of it. Hyunjin was his best friend in the group. His roommate. He never wanted to make him sad. And Hyunjin loved Felix. This had been a fact long before they got together. All the way back since their trainee days, Hyunjin had been absolutely besotted by Felix. It was a relief when they finally got together, because then Hyunjin had space to notice anyone else around him. Even if he, to this day, still acted like he was on his honeymoon. 

And of course, there was no doubt that Felix loved Hyunjin. Hyunjin was Felix’s safe space. Felix would light up at the mere mention of Hyunjin. He would always choose Hyunjin. But where Felix drifted outwards, Hyunjin closed them both in. Where Felix saw opportunity, Hyunjin saw only Felix. Like an open book, everyone could tell that in Hyunjin’s heart, in Hyunjin’s soul, in every fibre of Hyunjin’s being, there would only ever be room for Felix. And Felix was… Felix. Felix would always come back to Hyunjin. Of that, Changbin had no doubt. But Hyunjin would never leave.

“Sounds like you need to establish some rules,” Jisung said, coming back from the kitchen with more beer, placing a bottle on the table in front of Changbin, even though he hadn’t finished his first one. “But hey. Just ask them. And if they say no, you’ll know.” He sat down on the sofa with an expectant look.

“Right now?”

“No time like the present, right? Plus, I’m nosey. I wanna see how it pans out!”

He downed his almost empty bottle and pulled up his chat with Hyunjin. For some reason it felt safer talking to Hyunjin about this, even though technically he never had done anything with Hyunjin. Yet, Hyunjin had been the one to bring this up in the first place. The idea would never even have occurred to him otherwise. He had never thought of Felix in that way until he felt that soft, little hand around his dick all those months ago. He had never thought of either of them in that way – heck, he hadn’t even thought about guys in that way until then. But these days, he found himself thinking about them – in that way – a lot. 

He could ask Hyunjin. He should ask Hyunjin. Hyunjin had been the one to first suggest it to him, after all. And maybe they were actually waiting for him; maybe they hadn't asked again, because they were respecting his feelings and didn't want to seem pushy. He would ask Hyunjin. Hyunjin could always say no. But if Hyunjin was okay with it, he decided, he would be too. And if Hyunjin said no, Changbin would never bring it up again. 

Hey maybe we can do dinner on sat? Like the three of us?

The tick mark became blue instantly, and Changbin’s heart started pounding away. He clutched his phone in his now sweaty hand as he stared at the screen where Hyunjin’s reply ellipses were blinking.

U mean 🌽🌽🌽 dinner?😂😏

…

Yeah

Sure. Yongbok was gonna spend the night at mine that day anyway

Was gonna tell u ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 

Eventually 😂

Changbin had not been ready for the utter relief pouring down on him at Hyunjin’s reply. So casual, so completely okay with it. He clearly was not broken up and in anguish at the idea of his boyfriend fooling around with other men. 

Anything special u have in mind ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 

Idk maybe chicken wings?

Not dinner ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 

Changbin paused. He looked helplessly up at Jisung. “What do I say now?” Jisung grabbed Changbin’s phone and chuckled at the conversation on the screen.

“Well? What do you have in mind?”

Changbin hadn’t thought that far. Only… Maybe, no, definitely, this time, he wanted Hyunjin to be a part of it. He decided to avoid thinking about what exactly that might mean, however, and so he merely shrugged. “It may come as a shock to you, but I’m actually not that experienced in gay threesomes. Or any threesomes, for that matter.” 

Jisung smirked and winked at him. “From what you’ve told me, you’re not entirely new to this. At least when it comes to threesomes.” He curled his feet up under him on the sofa, cradling his beer bottle like it was a cup of tea. “But okay. Think about it, in your dream scenario. What would happen? In your wildest fantasy?” 

Yeah, no. Changbin might have unlocked a new level of his friendship with Jisung, but there was no way he was ready to divulge that part of his mind yet. He barely allowed himself to think about the idea of Hyunjin’s firm grip on him. One strong hand around his throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to almost not make it safe, the other pinching his nipple. Hyunjin’s confident smirk as Changbin attempted to gasp at the sudden pain.  Felix’s warm, wet mouth around his… 

He cleared his throat and shifted on the sofa. Why had he decided to bring this up around other people again? “Just give me back my phone,” he mumbled. “I know what to write.” 

Jisung pouted. “Come on, hyung. Tell me! You can’t just include me in this life-changing event and not let me see it through to the end. We’re hole bros now. You can tell me!”

“I told you to stop saying ‘hole’,” Changbin said and snatched his phone back, pointedly not thinking about holes, and Felix’s hole especially.

Idk didnt know I had options

“Oh for crying out loud!” Jisung whined from over Changbin’s shoulder. “That’s it? Don’t you have even a tiny preference?”

“I thought you didn’t want to share details about your sex life,” Changbin said, feeling his cheeks burn. But while it was a little embarrassing to have an audience for this conversation, it somehow felt less awkward. Now, he could focus on the embarrassment he felt towards Jisung, and not the potential of embarrassing himself in front of Hyunjin. Or worse. The potential of hurting Hyunjin.

“That’s my sex life. With Minho, my established boyfriend. Who is the one I’m sleeping with. And who will feel the need to kill you if you know his sexy secrets. I’m doing this out of selfless concern for him, so he won’t have to live with the trauma of being a murderer. And for your safety, or whatever.” 

Changbin made a face at him. “So kind,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“No,” Jisung continued, “this is your sex life, details about which can never be too sordid. Also, if it’s involving Felix in any way, I probably already know most of it.” He chuckled. “He is not very private about his privates.”  

Changbin’s phone lit up as a new message from Hyunjin ticked in, but Changbin didn’t unlock it. “Hang on, you knew about this already? About me and Yongbok, and…?” 

And the phone call, and the shame he felt after listening in. And the relief when he knew he hadn’t actually been an absolute creep. 

“Okay, so before you start panicking,” Jisung said eons too late, as the panic train had already left the station with Changbin safely aboard. “He didn’t exactly specify who it was. He just said Hyunjin had agreed to opening up the relationship a bit and that there had been a muscle hottie he’d been fooling around with lately. I didn’t know until now that you were the muscular mystery man in question. But this conversation had me piece it all together. You’re not the only master sleuth in this room.”

“He said that?” It was silly, but Changbin couldn’t help the little pang of pride in his chest.

“Honestly, it’s amazing I didn’t piece it together already. He raves about your muscles anytime someone says something that can even be remotely mistaken for your name. He’s all ‘ugh Binnie hyung’s arms’ this, and ‘omg Binnie hyung’s pecs though’ that, and ‘müh müh müh Changbin abs reveal’” Jisung’s imitation of Felix and his particular cadence was remarkably spot on. “So, good for him, I suppose. And good for you?”

Changbin had to cool his cheeks with the beer bottle. Get a grip, Seo Changbin. He cleared his throat and checked the message from Hyunjin. 

if u want, I can cook up something for us all… 😏

Still not talking about dinner ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

“Ooh!” Jisung squealed in excitement next to him. “Apparently, Hyunjin is really creative. You’ll be in for a treat.”

“Uh… Cool,” Changbin muttered, and felt uncomfortable again. Especially in his boxers.

sounds good 👍

just confirmed with YB

He’s really into it

Like… REALLY into it

❤️🖤🩵🗼😂

***

Hyunjin wasn’t home when Changbin came back much later that evening and honestly, he was more than a little relieved that he didn’t have to face him yet. He’d stayed at Jisung’s for a third beer, talking about music and actively not about gay threesomes or Hyunjin’s… creativity. And so, as he was walking home, the chill night air brushed away the last remnants of embarrassed heat from his cheeks and cleared his head. All in all, it had been good to talk to Jisung about this. Even if it had been awkward as hell, saying some of his thoughts out loud helped him parse them, and overall made him less stressed about the situation.  

Friday and Saturday morning went by in a busy production blur, which was probably good for Changbin, because it left him very little time to think about anything else but work. He had been slightly worried the atmosphere would be weird and loaded between him, Felix, and Hyunjin on the days leading up to Saturday night, but it turned out he once more had been anxious over nothing. When he saw them, they were either too focused or too exhausted for meaningful eyebrow waggling or lewd gestures. But as the last note of the last song had played out, and Minho declared they had practised enough for the day, Changbin felt nervous jitters bubble up in his chest. 

He was stuffing his things into his bag when Jisung came over to him and nudged him in the ribs with his elbow. 

“Today’s Saturday,  huh?” he said with a grin. “Are you ready? Are you prepared?”

Changbin’s eyes went wide and cast a glance around the dance room, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to the two of them. “Uh, I guess?” 

Jisung smiled knowingly. “Yeah but… you know. Have you thought about the constellations? Who’s going to be where?” 

There it was. The eyebrow waggle Changbin had been hoping to avoid. “You know, I think Minho might be onto something when it comes to killing people who know his secrets,” he said and turned his back to Jisung. 

“Yah! Can I be betrayed thus by my hole brother!” Jisung gasped dramatically behind him.

“Please stop saying hole!” Changbin shouted and knew instantly it had been too loud. In the mirror, he saw himself blushing and the other Kids sending him curious glances. They hadn’t been paying attention to him. They were now. “Just… thanks for the advice, it was very helpful, but I’m good now.”

“Okay, okay, point taken. Have a nice dinner. And let me know how it went. If not,” he added in a low voice, “I’ll hear it from Felix anyway.” He winked at Changbin and ran over to catch up with Seungmin and Minho by the door. 

Changbin had finished packing his bag, but was stalling a little longer, just to calm himself and try to make his blush fade. A firm hand gripped his neck, and he felt Hyunjin’s presence behind him even before he spoke. 

“Wanna ride home together, or did you have any errands before dinner?” Hyunjin spoke low, and his lips were very close to Changbin’s ear. Nope. This blush would not be subdued just yet. 

“I really want chicken wings, though,” Felix said, walking up to them. “I’m famished. I can place an order from the usual place and we’ll pick it up on the way?”

“Make it four orders, then, I’m also hungry,” Changbin said, putting all his will into staying chill – or at least more chill than he currently was, which was not at all. 

“Sweet!” Felix said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “Tonight is gonna be awesome! I’m so excited.”

Hyunjin snorted, one perfect eyebrow arched, almost as if in mocking, but the look in his eyes was nothing but fond. “Yeah. Tonight will be fun.”

The ride home was uneventful. Pleasant, even. Felix and Hyunjin were chatting away next to him, and the topic was so normal, so unrelated to what they were all going to do, that Changbin managed to lower his shoulders and even contribute. By the time they reached home, the mood was so relaxed it just felt like any other Saturday evening off, and he could finally start to actually feel genuine thrills. He had been thinking so much about this, had wanted it for so long. It would have been annoying if his stupid, spiralling thoughts would get in the way of him getting to actually enjoy it now that it was happening. 

“Home, sweet home,” Felix said as they entered through the door and took off their shoes. Changbin noticed how Felix, as always, shoved his feet into Hyunjin’s frog slippers and ignored the smaller guest pairs they kept in the shoe cabinet, leaving Hyunjin to use one of the bigger guest pairs himself. 

“Okay,” said Hyunjin, carefully placing the food bag on the sofa table. “Maybe we can talk some things over while we eat?” 

Felix gave an excited squeal and plonked down in the middle of the sofa, grabbing Changbin’s arm with both hands and pulling him down with him. There was definitive stroking of his bicep, Changbin noted as he snuggled up beside him, and he tried not to look too pleased about the fact that he was Felix’s ‘muscle hottie’. He was pretty certain he looked a little pleased, though, and was grinning through his nerves. But, he noted, these were excited nerves more than anything else. He felt elated. Like he was on the precipice of something huge. Which, in a way, he was. 

Hyunjin sat down on the other side of Felix, in his usual corner, and looked at them both, as Changbin opened the boxes (and boxes) of chicken wings and a tiny, mostly symbolic box of lettuce leaves and musaengchae. “I just want to make sure we are all okay with what’s going to happen tonight?”

Changbin nodded. “I’m okay with it, if you both are.”

“I’m hoping we’re all more than just okay with it,” Felix said, mouth full of food. “I know I am fucking pepped. But after dinner. Why the fuck did I think skipping lunch would be a good idea?” 

“It never is,” Hyunjin and Changbin said in unison. Felix snorted. 

He wiped his saucy fingers on a napkin and gave Hyunjin’s knee a squeeze. “I should listen to you more, babe,” he said softly. Hyunjin’s smile as he looked at Felix was so fond Changbin was certain he could use the memory of it to keep him warm throughout next winter. 

“I’m also really excited about this,” Hyunjin said, still smiling, but this smile held something. A secret only he knew. Changbin was curious.

“Right,” Hyunjin said, after they had eaten. “Question for you, Changbin. Are you good with me taking the lead?” 

Changbin was more than good with that. He was relieved, in fact. He was definitely out of his depth here, and should not be calling the shots. While they were eating, he had considered asking them if this was their first threesome as well, but decided not to. Not because he didn’t want to know the answer, but rather because then the conversation could easily go over to his own experiences. He wasn’t directly ashamed of his lack thereof – on this particular field – though he wasn’t entirely comfortable with flaunting it either. Plus, he already knew Felix, at least, had done it at least once. Neither Hyunjin or Felix had brought up anything sexual either, so Changbin concluded they all had been feeling that loaded anticipation of the evening to come. Instead, they had talked about their upcoming trip abroad together. Lamenting the fact that Seungmin wouldn’t be joining them. 

Another good thing about Hyunjin in charge was that it was more likely he would only do things he wanted to do. It would be easier for Changbin to go along with anything, if he knew Hyunjin and Felix wanted to do it as well. 

“Absolutely,” he said in the end, and Felix just nodded eagerly and gripped Changbin’s thigh, making his ears prickle.

“Okay. Then my first rule is this: both of you tell me, with your words, if and when you are not okay. The second rule is: you let me know, again, with your words, when you are close to cumming. And you wait for me to let you. Can you both do that for me?”

“Yep,” Felix said. Changbin nodded, somehow excited by the idea of having to wait for permission.

“Changbin,” Hyunjin said, and his voice had a different note to it, a certain sharpness that instantly made him straighten his back just a tiny bit more and the skin on his arms prickle. “Can you do that for me?” 

Changbin swallowed and fought back a nervous chuckle. Had he failed his first command already? “Yes.”

Hyunjin smiled. “Good boy.”

His heart beat one extremely intense beat that seemed to reverberate throughout his entire body; he felt that heartbeat in the tips of his toes, deep in his gut, twitch in his dick, all at once. He knew now it would be okay, he hadn’t failed. He was going to be taken care of. 

Fuck. How did those two words have the power to give him that reaction?

“Changbin, why don’t you undress Felix?”

Even though it was said mildly, almost like a suggestion, there was no confusion in the absolute command in Hyunjin’s request. There was no room to discuss, not that Changbin wanted to. They both got up from the sofa and faced each other. He unzipped Felix’s hoodie and let it fall off his shoulders to the floor. Felix stood still, looking at him expectantly with eyes full of lust. He let Changbin lift his tank top over his head, and Changbin watched as the cool air made his nipples peak. His hands ran over Felix’s abs, and his skin was smooth and warm. He wanted to place his mouth over one of the little brown buds, feel it under his tongue, and hear what sound Felix would make as he toyed with it. He glanced quickly over at Hyunjin, who was watching them with interest, elbows propped up on his knees, with his head resting on one hand. 

He let his thumbs slide slowly up towards Felix’s chest. Felix was breathing heavily through his nose and blinking slowly with heavy lids. Without really thinking about it, he bent down slightly and pulled Felix towards himself until Felix’s chest was right in front of his face. He kissed Felix’s nipple. The little bud tickled his upper lip, and he opened his mouth, placing his tongue flat over it. It tasted slightly of salt, none of them having showered since dance practise, and it felt just as magical as he had imagined. His dick seemed to agree, he noticed. 

“Mh, fuck yes,” Felix sighed at the twirl of Changbin’s tongue, and it was the best sound he had heard all day. He was just about to move to the other nipple, when Hyunjin interrupted. 

“His pants, too, please, Changbin. You can kneel for that.”

The hairs on Changbin’s neck stood to attention, and heat tingled in his ears as he obediently lowered himself to his knees. Felix was wearing basketball shorts and boxers, and at this angle, the bulge between his legs was obvious. Changbin put his fingers in between the waistband of Felix’s boxers and Felix’s hips and pulled both items down. Felix stepped out of his clothes and placed a bracing hand on Changbin’s head as he lifted his feet one by one to allow Changbin to remove his socks. 

He sat back up on his knees and realised he had never had his face this close to a dick before in his life. His head was swimming in the salty musk of Felix’s scent, and he focused on the dark, curly hairs surrounding Felix’s cock to ground himself. He was almost overtaken by the desire to touch the tip with his lips. The tip in question had a small bead of arousal forming, and Changbin wondered what it would taste like on his tongue. But instead of leaning forward the remaining few centimetres, he sat back and looked up at Hyunjin, waiting for further instruction. Felix’s hand was curled up in his hair, each stroke of his fingers a calming, soothing presence. 

“Well done, Changbin,” Hyunjin crooned, and the words wrapped themselves around Changbin, holding him up, assuring him that he was good. He was safe. He was held. 

“Look at him, Changbin, isn’t he beautiful like this? Place your hands on your back, Angel, let us see you.” 

Changbin opened his eyes, not knowing when he’d closed them. Felix was looking down at him, radiating warmth and sanctuary. 

“You can help Changbin out of his clothes now, Angel.”

And that’s what Felix appeared as to Changbin, leaning down towards him where he was  kneeling on the floor. The last rays of the evening sun drifted in through the window, turning his hair into a silver halo. An angel, cradling Changbin’s face in his hands, stroking the back of his head. 

“Are you okay?” the voice, like cashmere on an autumn evening in front of a fireplace, was a caress even more so than the touch of his fingers.

Changbin nodded. “I’m okay,” he answered, his mouth feeling heavy around the words.

“Good,” Felix whispered, face breaking into a glorious grin. “Because I am going to fuck you until you see stars, and I can’t wait.”

Changbin had not expected that line or the subsequent reaction in his body. He lifted his arms in a daze, as Felix, gently and full of care, as though he had not just made the sexiest promise of all time, lifted Changbin’s shirt over his head, and nudged him to stand up so he could take his sweatpants and boxers off. They stood naked facing each other, and Changbin was light and heavy at the same time. 

“Thank you,” Hyunjin said, getting up from the sofa, undressing as he moved. “Let’s go take a shower.” He placed one hand on their shoulders and guided them to the bathroom.

The bathroom was definitely not made for three people at the same time, and yet it did not feel crowded as they all entered the shower. Hyunjin turned on the water and waited until it was just the right temperature before placing the showerhead back on the holder. Not too warm, not too cold, the water enveloped Changbin and streamed down his shoulders and back. In front of him, Hyunjin grabbed Felix’s waist and kissed him. Felix’s mouth opened up to Hyunjin and allowed Hyunjin’s tongue entry. It was slow and deliberate, claiming. Changbin watched transfixed as Felix relaxed into the kiss, letting out little moans of pleasure with each movement from Hyunjin’s tongue. 

Wrapping his fingers around Felix’s, Hyunjin moved their hands towards Changbin’s crotch, finding his cock. The firm touch sent shots of sensations soaring through his spine. 

“We need to get Binnie hard,” Hyunjin suggested, and Changbin was pretty sure this would not be a difficult task, as he was chubbing up already.

The two men knelt in front of his dick, still kissing each other until they weren’t. Until they were kissing him on each thigh. Felix’s hand found his way to Changbin’s ass and cupped it, fingers splayed in a firm grip. Then, two sets of lips on each side of his cock, which was swelling rapidly. Changbin looked down at the sight in front of him. Hyunjin and Felix were nuzzling along his length, staring deep into each other’s eyes, fingers on one hand interlaced. Felix’s other hand was still on his ass and Hyunjin’s was stroking his thigh. 

When they reached Changbin’s base, Hyunjin let go of Felix’s hand and pushed his nose into Changbin’s groin. “You got this, babe,” he said and kissed Changbin’s belly button and further up, over his chest and towards his collarbone, past his neck, jawbone and chin pausing before their lips met. 

Changbin looked up into Hyunjin’s dark eyes, and it felt so right. It felt so utterly completely right. Hyunjin’s perfect face in front of him, full lips slightly parted, smile comforting and filled with lust. For him. Hyunjin wanted him. And Changbin wanted this. He tilted his chin upwards to give Hyunjin easier access and gasped, because just then, Felix’s mouth was on him. 

“Fu–” he managed before Hyunjin closed the distance and kissed him. Changbin could taste his smile.

Felix worked diligently up and down his dick, and Hyunjin was pushing into his mouth with his tongue. It was all Changbin could do to remain standing. He let his head fall against the shower wall but found Hyunjin’s hand there, softening the hit and stroking the back of his neck. 

His shoulders heaved, his heart hammered heavily in his chest; he was being touched all over. The steady drops from the shower hit every part of his body not covered by Felix and Hyunjin. His hips bucked up into Felix’s mouth, and his fingers found their way into Felix’s hair, a fistful of which was already in Hyunjin’s hand as he set the pace. He stroked the back of Hyunjin’s fist with his fingertips before settling his own hand on top of Hyunjin’s, not even attempting to guide the pace, simply allowing and following along. His other hand was stroking Hyunjin’s wet back, up and down along his spine, strong muscles rippling beneath the pads of his fingers. 

He was not going to last like this. Hyunjin’s lips were softer than he had ever imagined and Felix’s were just as perfect as always. He was moaning now. Moaning into Hyunjin’s mouth. 

“I’m…” he panted, “…very close.” 

Hyunjin pecked Changbin’s lips, and pulled Felix away by the hair. Changbin couldn’t help but whimper at how lonely his dick suddenly felt. 

“Thank you for letting me know, Changbin,” he muttered. “You did very well.” He tilted Changbin’s head to the side and placed an open mouthed kiss on his neck, right where his jawbone met his ear. 

“I think we’re all clean now, maybe we should go to the bedroom?”

Changbin’s legs felt like jelly. His chest was tight with the anticipation of a relief that hadn’t come and his dick was hard to the point it ached. He was sure he was leaking, if it hadn’t already been wet from the shower. He closed his eyes to ground himself, as the others exited the shower before him. Pulse slowing, he took a tentative step out and was immediately wrapped in a towel. 

“Straight to bed. My bed,” Hyunjin chuckled and kissed Changbin’s forehead. He turned to Felix, who was sitting on the bathroom mat wrapped in Hyunjin’s fluffy bathrobe, a huge grin on his face. “You too, Angel. There’s no need for you to get up. I’m going to need you on your knees in a minute, anyway.”

Felix gave a weird, chaotic giggle and moved on all fours towards the bathroom door. 

“Leave the bathrobe,” Hyunjin commanded, and Felix zoomed naked out of the room.

Changbin followed him to Hyunjin’s bedroom, mesmerised by the movement of Felix’s ass, and wondered if he would be able to smack it again, like he did last time. He still remembered the satisfying sound it had made, when his hand connected with the supple muscle. He shot a quick glance at the sofa when he passed it, thinking fondly of the place it had happened.

Hyunjin walked behind him, a steadying hand on his spine, gently nudging him on. Changbin felt the towel against the tip of his cock with each step, and it drove him insane. 

Inside, Hyunjin guided him to the edge of the bed and made him lie down. 

“Spread your legs for me, Binnie. I’ll let Felix open you up, if that’s okay with you?” 

Changbin nodded and let the towel drop to the floor. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but he felt pretty certain he would enjoy it. He hadn’t really tried putting anything inside himself, the idea scared him more than turning him on. But right now, with Hyunjin and Felix who clearly knew what they were doing, stroking him, encouraging him, making him feel so safe and wanted, he was so turned on by the thought he could hardly think clearly, outside of yes. Yes, he wanted this. “Yes,” he rasped and nodded again.

“Fuck yes,” Felix laughed and settled in between Changbin’s legs. “Just relax, hyung, I swear I’ll make you feel so good.” His hands ran up and down Changbin’s thighs, making Changbin shiver. 

And then Felix’s lips were on his inner thighs, warm and soft. He kissed his way slowly upward. Leaving little kitten licks after each fiery kiss to cool it down, like a trail of ice. His arousal was leaking on to his belly and he ached to touch himself, until Felix’s nose was all the way between his cheeks and all thought escaped him. 

There was a kiss. Right there. Over his hole. “Fuck,” Changbin gasped. 

“Yeah, you liked that, hyung?” Felix rumbled between his legs and kissed him again, with more pressure this time, holding him open with his hands.

“Uh-huh,” Changbin said and bit his lips. He pressed his palms into the soft cover of Hyunjin’s bed, because he wasn’t sure if he would be able to resist gripping Felix’s head and pushing it into him. “Fu-u-ungh,” he moaned, because now there was a tongue poking at his entrance. 

“Yongbok has a special skill with his tongue,” Hyunjin said, and Changbin could feel Felix smile. 

“Yeah, I do,” Felix replied exceptionally smug, but Changbin had to give it to him; it was not undeserved. He could not remember a time he had felt this good. Then again, he could not remember any time at this point, other than right now, and right now was all that mattered. 

Somewhere between his legs, Changbin sensed Hyunjin’s presence and he felt one of Felix’s hands leave his ass cheek. He could lift his head to see what was going on, but all he wanted was to lie still with his eyes closed and give in to the pleasure. Felix was licking broad stripes up and down, interchanging with circling his insides, making his toes curl and knees twitch.

“You’re both doing so good,” Hyunjin said. “You won’t believe how hot you look right now. I wish I could take a photo and make you see yourselves.”

“Told you we should get a mirror on your ceiling, babe,” Felix mumbled. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Angel,” Hyunjin scoffed. Changbin noted that wasn’t a direct refusal. 

There was shifting on the bed, and soon he felt Hyunjin’s body next to his. Hyunjin took Changbin’s hand and placed it between his own legs. Hyunjin was hard and ready in his grip as Changbin moved up and down the impressive length. 

“Oh yes,” Hyunjin sighed. He leaned over Changbin and kissed him. Hands were stroking his shoulders, his chest, fingers were dancing over his nipples. His nipples. 

“Oh,” he panted, because the fingers were no longer dancing. Hyunjin was rolling Changbin’s now very sensitive buds between his fingers methodically, smiling into the corner of his mouth. “Y-yes, Hyunjin, god, yes!” It was perfect. It was absolutely perfect. His cock ached to be touched (he had let go of Hyunjin’s in fear of gripping it too hard), he was thoroughly wet on his abdomen, and Felix’s fingers were inching closer to his hole. Hyunjin sat back up on the bed and pinched them. 

“Go for it, Angel,” he said, and Felix put the tip of his finger inside him. 

“Ah, fuck, yes,” Changbin rambled, trying and failing to think of other words, or even if other words existed at all. He was writhing on the bed, back arching. Felix pushed his finger further up into him, tongue flat against his perineum. He wanted to sit up, or sink down into the bed, or kick his feet or curl up into a ball. 

“Ah, fuck, yes,” he repeated between moans and other sounds he didn’t know he could produce. A thought formed in the back of his brain just as he felt a familiar tingle inside his spine near the small of his back. This was it. He was coming now. But he knew he had promised to let Hyunjin know. He willed his mind to remember the words. 

“Hyunjin,” he panted. “Hyunjin, I…”

“Now?” Hyunjin asked. “Are you about to cum?” Changbin nodded, and Hyunjin released his nipples. “Angel?” 

Felix looked up and removed his fingers. 

“Haa,” Changbin whined, his pulse screeching to a halt. Hyunjin grabbed Changbin’s cock and pushed gently, but firmly, over the head. 

“Thank you for letting me know again, Binnie. Good boy.” 

Changbin whined again. There was nothing else he could do, even if he tried. He pushed his head down into the bed and panted in frustration. 

“You’re doing so good, Binnie. You’re perfect right now. I need you to be good just a little longer,” Hyunjin soothed, and Changbin was wrapped in a warm glow once more, thwarted feelings suddenly gone. He was good. He was perfect. He could be good a little longer.

“Hyunjin-ah, I need at least two more fingers,” Felix said from the floor. 

“I know, baby. You’re doing good, too. Possibly too good,” he chuckled. “Come here, okay? Let your Binnie hyung regain his composure a little.” 

Felix crawled onto the bed and was wrapped into Hyunjin’s arms in a tight hug. “My perfect Angel,” Hyunjin murmured in Felix’s ear and kissed his neck. “My perfect, beautiful depraved little slut.”

Like walking through a thick layer of fog, Changbin watched them as he slowly managed to regain his focus. Hyunjin sat up, kneeling on the bed in one smooth motion and helped Felix into a seated position between his legs, resting his back against his chest. One hand was doling out languid strokes on Felix’s cock, flushed and hard, and the other was toying with his nipples, just as obviously peaking. Felix had his eyes closed and was nuzzling into Hyunjin’s neck, groaning with each caress. 

“Thank you, Hyunjin… Ah, feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely. 

Hyunjin’s gaze found Changbin’s, and he nodded, beckoning him over. As he approached the two others, Hyunjin removed his hand from Felix’s cock and guided Changbin’s head towards it. Changbin opened his mouth.

Salty velvet, rigid and veiny. The smooth tip, the folds of skin, the shaft. Although Changbin had never done this before, it was hardly a new concept to him. At first he was taken aback by the overwhelm of taste; it was something he had not expected. He moved his head up and down, trying to remember what Felix had done to him, to imagine what he could do with his tongue to make Felix feel good. But it was the sounds Felix made that ultimately guided him, and let him move on his own. Hyunjin’s hand was on his neck merely grounding him, and letting Changbin set the pace for himself. 

Felix was groaning into Hyunjin’s neck. “Oh my god, hyung, your mouth is so good. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, fuck.”

Changbin kept on, finding his rhythm. When the head of Felix’s cock hit the back of his mouth, he breathed through his nose, drawing in the musky smell of Felix at his base. When he moved up, he pecked the tip like a gesture of devotion. 

Felix’s arm snaked its way behind his back and was moving there, up and down. Hyunjin reacted instantly. 

“Yes… Right there. So good, Angel,” he moaned and bit his lip. The plumpest bottom lip in the universe. His long, beautiful fingers found Felix’s neck, and he gripped it, the tip of his index finger touching Felix’s earlobe.

Felix was twitching in Changbin’s mouth, and his salty flavour had a new note in it. 

“I’m about to cum, Hyune,” he hitched. Instantly, Changbin felt Hyunjin’s hand pull at his hair, and he removed his head. Felix’s cock was swollen and glistening with spit.

“Thank you, baby,” Hyunjin panted, his voice strained with pleasure, “thank you for letting me know. You did so well.”

Felix slumped down on the bed, chest heaving, looking about as dazed and elated as Changbin had a few minutes ago. Hyunjin looked over at Changbin. 

“Feeling better now? Shall we go on?” he asked. 

Changbin wasn’t sure exactly what he would be continuing, but he knew that whatever it was, he was up to it. “Yes, Hyunjin,” he said, “please.”

“Lie down on your back,” Hyunjin commanded. Changbin could do nothing but obey, and then Hyunjin placed his wonderful lips around his cock. 

The reaction was instant. Almost embarrassing. The glide of Hyunjin’s lips around his sensitive length sent shivers all through his body. It prickled through his chest, pins and needles in his toes, even his ears were tingling. 

“Hyunjin, I can’t I’m gonna…”

Hyunjin chuckled. “It’s okay, Binnie. Cum for me,” he said around Changbin’s dick, and Changbin came apart in Hyunjin’s mouth. His body trembled violently and all the pressure that had been building up slowly and steadily ever since the conversation on Jisung’s sofa, from the nervous jitters after dance practise, to every time Hyunjin had denied him this evening, it all culminated in a release so strong the world went black. 

He stared up at nothing, barely noticing where he was, who he was and when he was. Somewhere in the universe, someone existed. Somewhere in this room, someone was moving. Somewhere in this bed, someone was touching him. Hyunjin. Felix. 

Changbin moved his head. His cheek had a hand caressing it. Felix. Hyunjin was pulling Changbin’s hand. He sat up. Hyunjin and Felix were kissing. Felix turned towards him and kissed him too. Felix tasted of come. Of his come. At least he assumed this was what come tasted like. Thinking was difficult. Felix broke the kiss, only to kiss Hyunjin again. Changbin saw Hyunjin filling Felix’s mouth with come, his come. 

“Lay back down, Binnie. Felix has more work to do.” 

Felix was grinning eagerly with his mouth full and ducked down as soon as Changbin’s head hit the mattress. 

It was more wet this time around, and the addition of his own release and the post-orgasm bliss made the sensation entirely different. This time, he could relax into it and appreciate the push of Felix’s tongue and finger as they worked their way into him. He sighed.

Hyunjin took his hand again, and guided Changbin to stroke his length. He wondered how close Hyunjin must be now, if this was as torturous for Hyunjin as it had been for him earlier. It was remarkable, really, how much easier the act of thinking came to him now. 

He steadily kept working at Hyunjin’s cock; this, at least, he knew how to do, and how to do well. And it was clear from his moaning that Hyunjin agreed enthusiastically. 

He heard the squelching sound of lube being squeezed out of its tube, and his skin bumped at the anticipation. He hadn’t even noticed the presence of lube in the room, but he figured Hyunjin must keep it at the ready near the bed. Soon after, Felix added a second finger, then a third, and Changbin’s movements became more jerky. He had not really imagined that much could fit inside him, let alone comfortably, but here he was. Then Felix curled his finger. Changbin let out a strangled cry and he jerked Hyunjin’s cock towards himself on instinct. 

“Oh, fuck, sorry, fuck!” he said as Felix did it again. To his great surprise, Changbin felt himself growing hard again, despite being so utterly spent. But whatever Felix was doing to him made him feel things he hadn’t known were possible. How had he lived over two and a half decades and never discovered this? If he wasn’t so busy enjoying himself, he would probably mourn the absolute waste of years without these levels of pleasure. 

All too soon to Felix removed his fingers. He sat up, giving Changbin’s now very erect dick a peck on the way. 

“We’re ready,” he said, again massively full of himself. And again, Changbin thought, not without credit.

“Good,” Hyunjin said. “Hey, Changbin, wanna go to Paris?” 

“Uh?” Changbin said, confused, looking between the two of them. Hyunjin was smirking, somehow fondly. Felix was positively beaming, looking like his birthday had come early. “Oh, babe, I’ve always wanted to try that,” he squealed, and something clicked in Changbin’s mind. Not Paris, Paris.

“Hands and knees, please, Binnie. If that’s okay,” Hyunjin said and knee-walked towards him on the bed. 

“Yeah, okay,” Changbin said and obliged. This would indeed be an evening of new experiences. Behind him, he sensed Felix lining himself up. His small hands were stroking Changbin’s ass firmly. 

“You good, hyung?” he asked, and gave his right ass-cheek a light pat. It felt a little weird, but mostly, he found he enjoyed this too. He wriggled his butt in reply, pushing gently against Felix, and noticed Felix’s slicked up dick pressing against his ass. “I’ll make you feel so good, trust me,” he added, voice so deep Changbin could feel it in his gut.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Changbin said throatily and looked up at Hyunjin in anticipation. 

With featherlight fingers under his chin, Hyunjin tilted Changbin’s head upwards, just a little. “Open up, beautiful,” he whispered, and shoved himself into Changbin’s waiting mouth. 

Hyunjin was bigger than Felix, and having him in his mouth was an entirely different experience. He had to let his jaw go slack to fit him properly, definitely longer, and hitting the back of his throat long before Changbin’s lips reached his base. Bracing himself on one hand, Changbin used the other to guide the length to the proper angle. 

It wasn’t long until he discovered he needed both hands to brace himself, however, as he felt something slick coat his entrance.  

“I’ll go slow, hyung, you just let me know if it’s too much,” Felix rasped behind him. 

“Just give it to me,” Changbin tried to say, but his mouth was full of cock, so he held up a thumb, hoping Felix noticed. 

Changbin had thought he was ready for this. He had been wrong. Even at three fingers, the stretch he felt had been nothing compared to the uniform consistency of an erect cock. Overall, it was so… even. Felix went slow, very slow, which was good, in a way. For each millimetre Felix’s cock pressed into him, he now had time to adjust and get used to a new level of being full. It was a never-ending sensation. He was surprised, however, to find how much he enjoyed it each time Felix slid in a little further. 

He let out a moan and, when it came out muffled, realised he had been in the middle of giving Hyunjin a blow-job, but had gotten distracted. He searched Hyunjin’s face for any frustration at the interruption, but Hyunjin seemed to be completely mesmerised by Felix. Changbin tried to bob his head a little, but it was hard to get the angle right when he had to support himself with both hands. So instead, he swirled his tongue around Hyunjin’s shaft, hoping it did something.

Suddenly, he felt Felix connect fully to his backside, and Changbin had never felt so completely filled before. It was insane, not entirely comfortable, but certainly not painful. But before he could contemplate this new sensation any longer, Felix was pulling out.

Changbin whined and moaned and gasped at the same time, which was an odd sound when muffled by a dick in his throat. It was at that moment Hyunjin seemed to snap back to life and moved his hips. 

They found a rhythm surprisingly quickly, with Hyunjin moving in as Felix was gliding out, and Felix pushing when Hyunjin backed. All Changbin had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride. And he most certainly was. 

“Fuck, Hyunjin, this is so hot. You’re so hot like this. I don’t think I’ll be able to last very long. Binnie, you’re so fucking tight. Your ass is so good, fuck,” Felix was rambling, a nonstop flow of words and expletives in Korean and English alike, as he thrusted more and more fervently into Changbin.

“I’m close too, Angel. Just seeing you like this is enough for me,” Hyunjin panted, “and Changbin’s lips are so good. So completely wonderful.” He buried a hand in Changbin’s hair and caressed him, surprisingly soft, given the quick pace their cocks had set. Changbin nuzzled into Hyunjin’s hand with as much movement as he was able – which wasn’t a lot – and knew he was leaking precome on the bed.

“Hyunjin, can you kiss me?” Felix said thickly somewhere above him. “I’m so close, and I need you.” 

“You know I can never say no to you,” Hyunjin answered and leaned forward, hitting far back in Changbin’s throat with his dick, and blocking Changbin’s airways entirely.

“I know,” Felix replied, and as he too leaned forward, he hit something inside Changbin. This was like the curled finger, only more. So much more. He would have gasped, if he had any air to draw in. He heard the moans mix in with the sound of Hyunjin and Felix kissing. Hyunjin’s woody scent filled his nose as his hips drove into his mouth, and Felix just filled him. Again and again in that angle, faster and faster, hitting that spot with each thrust. 

Pressure was building in his chest. Changbin knew he needed to breathe soon. His lungs constricted but nothing came in. He was choking. Just over his lungs more pressure was building. His dick was twitching and longing for friction, but not really needing it, because he felt so good, and he was choking but it felt so good, and he couldn’t breathe but in the best possible way and maybe he never needed to breathe ever again, because if he died now, with Hyunjin’s shivering moans turning to wails, and with Felix’s kisses wet, hungry and needing, his thrusts becoming more erratic and intense, just them, together, both inside him, filling him in every possible way, if he died now, it would be worth it. 

Felix was right. Changbin did see stars. His arms gave out and he slumped forward on the mattress, barely registering the wet plop Hyunjin’s dick made as it left his mouth. He drew his breath, and it felt like the first breath he had ever taken. Like he had been born again, and was learning to breathe anew. His mouth tasted of come; he must have swallowed it, although he wasn’t entirely certain when he did.

Felix was still now, breathing heavily on top of him, still inside. 

Hyunjin had fallen down next to them and was staring at a point far away, or on the ceiling, Changbin couldn’t tell.

“Wow,” someone whispered. Changbin wasn’t entirely sure who, but he suspected it was himself. He could feel the ghost of the movement in his face. 

“Yeah,” Felix agreed, pulling out, rolling over and off him. 

Hyunjin was quiet, breathing. Finally, his arm moved until it found Changbin’s face and his long, slender hand stroked his cheekbone. 

“Are you… Are you okay?” Changbin asked.

In a daze Hyunjin turned his head to look at him. The tips of his fingers tapped Changbin’s lips as if they were a magical riddle he needed to solve.  

“Yeah,” he whispered, “thank you.” But the smile on his lips was answer enough. 

Felix scooted closer to them, so they all were lying with their heads close. 

For a long while, they were quiet. At one point, Felix put his arm over Changbin’s stomach and grabbed Hyunjin’s hand, head buried in the crook of Changbin’s neck. 

Then out of the blue, he started to laugh. Changbin startled at the sound – Felix’s laugh was anything but quiet and soothing. 

“Do you know,” he said between guffaws, “it just hit me. Hyunjin and I have always dreamed of kissing on top of the Eiffel Tower.”