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It had been an especially long day of work–endless schedules that began at the crack of dawn and the mandatory group practice every night. It was already 11PM. Kyungmin had to head home due to an emergency, while Dohoon and Youngjae still had a shoot together. Hanjin, Jihoon, and Junghwan had enough space inside the company van to comfortably take their respective naps on the way back to the dorms.
Hanjin and Jihoon sat in the back, with Jihoon insisting he sit with Hanjin, leaving Junghwan alone in the seat in the middle.
Junghwan, oblivious with the two at the back, simply plugged his earbuds and closed his eyes. His muscles were especially sore from working out in the morning and then dancing in the evening. He fell back onto the cushion of the car seat and his head rested against the window.
Meanwhile Jihoon clung to Hanjin at the back, his face not-so-slyly creeping up to his neck. He was getting handsy, his palms roaming all over Hanjin that he could touch–his arms, his chest, his waist. Jihoon breathes down Hanjin’s neck, whispering incoherent pleas that the other had been trying to play off.
Hanjin tries to shrug Jihoon off by returning his skinship with something innocent like a hug–he tried to settle for a cuddle, but Jihoon simply couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Hanjin sighed, taking Jihoon’s hand into his own, their fingers intertwined now.
“Jihoon, can we at least wait ‘till we’re home?” Hanjin whispered.
The warm glow of the street lights along the road highlighted Jihoon’s pout, his eyes glistening.
Jihoon sighed.
“Okay, fine,” he said, barely a whisper. Hanjin pats his cheek and kisses him on his temple. At that, Jihoon melts at the touch and settles for whatever moment they could steal at the back of the car.
As they passed by the familiar route, Jihoon couldn’t help but wonder about his Junghwan hyung who looked tranquil from the back, his head tilted to the side, probably with mellow music serenading him to a nice nap.
He thinks about reaching out. He wants to reach out. To touch Junghwan’s hair and to caress his cheeks. He wants to trace kisses all over the moles on his face down to his chest and wherever else he could map them out like stars, like constellations.
Jihoon’s thoughts escalated quickly–far too quickly, although it’s not surprising for someone like him who has been secretly pining for almost a year. Now he thinks about Junghwan bending him over, pressing him down the mattress, pushing him down his knees. His cheeks burn at the images that flash in his head. He is utterly embarrassed, and yet it was simply something he couldn’t help.
Jihoon looks up Hanjin who was gazing out of the window. They’d been fooling around for a while now. There wasn’t ever actually any label to it, but they knew they had only been exclusive to each other. They also knew whatever they had going on went beyond simply fucking in the sheets—they shared intimacy even in mundane moments. They ate meals together and held each other when life became especially heavy.
And Jihoon is happy with that, he truly is. He liked how Hanjin takes good care of him, allowing him the escape he always needed amidst all the work dumped on them. He loved returning the care and gentleness to Hanjin, telling him only the things he deserved to hear, giving him attention he reserved in moments they steal. Jihoon loves it especially when he and Hanjin are sneaking out and around even if just for moments brief. When Kyungmin around and he can sleep with Hanjin. They would make out for hours at nighttime when everyone else is asleep. Even more when they get to do more than making out.
It had always been a struggle for them to keep quiet, with Jihoon naturally being so sensitive and reactive, but it adds to the thrill. He wouldn’t be lying if he hadn’t thought about a particular someone catching them in the act.
Hanjin noticed Jihoon’s stare lingering at him after a while.
“We’re almost there,” he whispered before planting a kiss on Jihoon's forehead.
Jihoon smiles and nods. He then leaned his head onto Hanjin’s shoulder, his eyes naturally becoming fixated on Junghwan once more.
When they got to the building, it was an exceptionally long walk from the lobby to the elevator to their dorm unit. Jihoon dragged his feet and almost considered not going to shower, but he simply couldn’t. Not with the sweat clinging to him. Not with Hanjin’s promise to spend the night with him.
And so they each took turns. Junghwan was nice enough to offer to be last, which is a bit concerning as his kindness does not grace them very often, but the other two didn’t dare question it. Jihoon took a quick shower. Hanjin followed.
When Hanjin came out, hair still damp from the shower, dressed in freshly laundered pajamas, and his skin completely relaxed from his multiple steps of skincare, Jihoon had already been waiting at the bed with a pout.
Hanjin greets Jihoon with a smile despite the tiredness evident in his eyes, and climbs onto the bed with him. Jihoon welcomes him with open arms, his face immediately finding crooks and crevices to bury itself in, soaking in Hanjin’s existence. The smell of cherry blossom shampoo and soap envelops Jihoon and he swore he could drown in that scent and never wish to get back up.
“Smell so good,” he said. His words were slurred, eyes half-lidded. His voice is raspy around the edges.
Hanjin cups his cheeks and brings it to level with his vision. He caresses Jihoon’s face with his thumb for a few moments before pressing a soft chaste kiss on Jihoon’s plump lips.
“Mhm, need you so bad,” Jihoon whispered as he returned the kiss, lingering for longer. He began moving, his lips eager to taste Hanjin’s after a long day of work. It was all he had been looking forward to ever since everything went wrong that afternoon when there had been sudden changes to their schedule for the day.
Jihoon clung to Hanjin more desperately now, clutching on the fabric of his silk pajamas, pressing their bodies closer. Hanjin met him with the same fervor, unable to hide just how he wanted Jihoon as badly. He hovered over Jihoon whose back leaned against the headboard. Hanjin straddled on his hips as they pressed their bodies closer and deepened their kisses.
Jihoon’s breathing is now ragged, almost panting, gasping for air whenever Hanjin pulls away for a moment. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes big and glossy and pleading. It didn’t take much more than that for Hanjin to be devouring Jihoon’s lips, deepening the kiss with a tilt of his head, biting on Jihoon’s bottom lip, and slipping a tongue so welcomed by the other.
Jihoon clung needily, his hands slipping under Hanjin’s shirt to feel the expanse of his back all the way back to his chest and down to his abdomen, tracing every bit of skin and muscle. His fingers lingered somewhere near the waistband of Hanjin's pants, hanging around, frolicking along the garters he could so easily stretch to put his hand in.
“Hanjin, please…” Jihoon whispered. Even he wasn’t sure what it was he was pleading for, but he needed Hanjin to give him something. He needed Hanjin.
“Aw, you’re just so needy aren’t you?” Hanjin chuckled as he trailed down kisses down Jihoon’s neck, the first few buttons of his pajamas already undone. Jihoon’s shoulders and chest hit the cool air, seeking for the warmth and relief Hanjin's lips soon provided.
He meets Jihoon’s face again as he leaves a kiss on his lips–one that Jihoon chases desperately for even after Hanjin has retreated.
Hanjin stops for a moment to admire how plump Jihoon’s lips had gotten just after a few minutes of making out. He looked especially good whenever he looked this helpless under Hanjin, so good and so pliant. Hanjin reaches out to Jihoon’s lips with his thumb, caressing the plump muscle. He couldn’t help but chuckle when Jihoon immediately tried to get the finger slip through his lips. Hanjin let it slide in, pushing his thumb past Jihoon’s lips. Jihoon obediently and eagerly wrapped around it, sighing in utter relief to have Hanjin inside his mouth.
Because Jihoon decided that simply wasn’t enough, he reached out to Hanjin’s hand, holding him by the wrist as he took his index and middle fingers in his mouth.
Jihoon let out a muffled moan around the digits, diligently coating them, ensuring they would be slick enough for when Hanjin would finally put them inside him. Just the thought of Hanjin’s fingers, slick and coated with his saliva, being pushed inside him and loosening him up, made Jihoon’s head grow heavy and dizzy. And as the moments passed, all he could think of was how he was sucking on Hanjin’s fingers–he could only focus on its length and taste and how good it would feel inside him.
Hanjin, on the other hand, marvelled at Jihoon’s oral fixation, eyes dark as he met with Jihoon's desperate ones. He found it especially cute to see Jihoon so determined to suck his fingers, drool messily dripping down to his chin as he did so.
“So pretty, my Jihoonie…always so needy for me, aren't you?” Hanjin cooed, pushing his fingers deeper down Jihoon's throat. Jihoon moaned at that, nodding desperately in response to Hanjin's praises.
Jihoon now squirmed under Hanjin, feeling discomfort in his pants as he desperately sought for friction, rubbing his crotch against Hanjin's leg.
Yet, as Jihoon continued, Hanjin kept being bothered by the noise and cluttering from outside. He didn't think Jihoon heard it, but it simply bothered him, keeping his attention on Jihoon divided. He glanced at the door once, thinking they probably just forgot to lock it. Noticing it was slightly open, he figured that was why whatever noise Junghwan was making in the bathroom was slipping in.
Hanjin looked back at Jihoon, completely lost in the haze, and gently took his fingers out of his mouth.
“Jihoon-ah, let me just lock the door,” he said.
Jihoon whined but let him go anyway, following him with his eyes. In the brief lack of contact, Jihoon began rubbing his thighs through the thin fabric of his sleepwear, the contact barely enough for the lack of Hanjin's warmth against him.
Hanjin stood up with the intention of only closing the bedroom door quickly. However, the closer he got to the door, the more he heard something odd. Something so stark from the earlier sounds of the clutter of toiletries and whatnot.
He could hear Junghwan breathing heavily. It echoed, reverberating on the bathroom walls and all the way through the hallway. Hanjin stood by the door frozen.
Meanwhile, Jihoon was quickly growing impatient, calling for Hanjin to climb back up to bed. Still, Hanjin had simply told him to wait.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you? You can wait while I check something real quick, hm?” said Hanjin.
Jihoon shut up at that, quickly nodding at the crumb of praise from Hanjin. He kept desperately palming against his thighs, waiting not-so-patiently for Hanjin to finally take him out of his agony.
Hanjin carefully stepped outside of the room and then closed the door behind him, leaving Jihoon alone yet achingly desperate to be so good and patient. As he walked through the hallway, he could hear it more clearly–the sounds were so wet and sinful and something Hanjin couldn’t walk away from. He sees the bathroom door cracked open. With careful steps, he walked closer and decided to peek through the gap.
From there, he could see Junghwan, shirtless, leaning against the wall in front of the mirror, face contorted in pleasure and frustration, while his right hand jerked off his cock. Something inside Hanjin burned, and he found himself intrigued by the scene unfolding in front of him. Even more so in the way he witnessed it so…intimately. He caught Junghwan at a vulnerable time, and it's a rare sight he never knew he’d ever had a chance of witnessing.
As Hanjin watched he accidentally bumps his forehead, albeit lightly, on the door which caused it to move at least an inch. The door barely moved, truly, and yet Junghwan noticed the slight movement of the door, his eyes immediately darting to its direction.
Hanjin was ready to quickly apologize and leave. That was their team leader, a co-member, having an obviously private time to himself which he should be able to afford without anyone eavesdropping.
Yet, he couldn’t.
Not when Junghwan locked eyes with him but never stopped moving his hands along his cock, even going as far as massaging his balls and then making his strokes teasingly slow. Junghwan’s eyes were dark and half lidded, the dim lighting of the bathroom adding a delicious allure to the image. The older kept his eyes shamelessly to Hanjin, who remained watching behind the crack that had now grown wider.
At that point, Hanjin had realized what game Junghwan had begun playing. It was bold and brave–and he loved every bit of it. Hanjin kept his eyes fixated on Junghwan, taunting him with his gaze and luring him in with his beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to see how much Junghwan could take–how long he could last being this brazen and shameless.
Hanjin now leaned against the doorframe, the bathroom door demoted to dysfunction, as the slick sounds of Junghwan jerking himself off echoed. He whimpered occasionally, but mostly attempted to keep quiet with his teeth biting against his lips.
The younger could tell his hyung was getting close to an orgasm with his heavy breathing and stuttering hips. Still, none of them had said a word. They communicated only with their piercing gazes on each other, with their eyes that held so much intrigue and challenge. Hanjin smirked as he noticed how visibly flushed Junghwan had gotten, his cock twitching wrapped with his own hands. He tilted his head, nodding slightly, a taunt for the older to finish, to let him see him in all his vulnerability.
“Hanjin!” Jihoon called from the opposite direction of the hallway, jogging to Hanjin whom he clearly missed so dearly.
Junghwan immediately scrambled to get dressed, his aching cock left in neglect out of panic, when Jihoon was just a few steps away. However, it had been too late because Jihoon’s nosey self had already flung open the bathroom door. And there laid the sight of Junghwan fully erect, red, and leaking, while Hanjin leaned against the door frame all laid-back like the scene before him was a natural occurrence.
“Oh–” was all Jihoon managed to say.
“Jihoon-ah, it’s not like that–” Junghwan said, scrambling his words in attempt to save face.
“Pfft, it’s totally like that,” Hanjin laughs.
Junghwan is flabbergasted as he pulls up his pants and then stares at Hanjin in utter confusion, before glancing at Jihoon with humiliation pouring over him. He felt pissed at Hanjin, and even more towards himself. He found it pathetic how calm and cool Hanjin was being, and how messed up and clumsy he was acting. It was frustrating how he couldn't take a better grasp of the situation—how it's him left completely vulnerable under the scrutiny of his two younger members.
Jihoon must have looked just as confused as him, because Junghwan couldn’t make out his expression. The poor boy was simply there to find Hanjin, and yet he had walked in on a cursed image of Hanjin watching their leader jerk off. Junghwan was so gonna beat himself over this–and then he will dig a hole, bury himself, and never come out ever again. This wasn’t something a mature conversation would solve. Only disappearing would console any of their souls, ever.
Jihoon’s eyes trembled, looking between Junghwan and Hanjin, speechless.
“W-what?” Jihoon manages to say. His brain has practically short circuited. For starters, he couldn’t believe that he just saw Shin Junghwan fully erect, at the brink of an orgasm, in their dorm’s bathroom. Second of all, what did Hanjin mean when he said it’s totally like that.
“I think Junghwan-hyung could use some help. Don’t you think so, Jihoonie?” Hanjin chimes.
Junghwan mutters a curse under his breath before marching to flee the scene. Hanjin was especially annoying that night. He was supposed to simply slip between the two, hide in his room, and stay awake staring at the ceiling regretting his life choices for the night.
However, fate had taken its completely absurd turn when Jihoon grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back into the bathroom. Junghwan was even more confused to the point that he couldn’t actually resist–because he wasn’t sure what he was even trying to avoid at that point.
Before his brain could process it, Jihoon was on his knees, his face level with his painful erection, and the boy was staring at him with eyes that made him want to fuck his face.
“Hyung, I can help you with that if you’d let me,” Jihoon said, looking up at Junghwan while his hands hovered over his waistband.
“I’m–sorry–I, what?” Junghwan practically choked on air. He then turned to Hanjin, as if asking for help, if there’s even any of that to be offered.
Instead of helping out sort the situation, Hanjin simply nods at Junghwan. And before Junghwan could fully, truly, weigh his decisions, he was looking down at Jihoon and saying “yes please”.
He could hear Hanjin laugh from the side as Jihoon began to pull down his pants by the waist. With every passing moment, there’s a growing consciousness of Jihoon’s hot breath on his crotch, until his cock was completely freed and Jihoon immediately took it in between his lips, guided by his hands.
“Oh, what the fuck–” Junghwan hissed as JIhoon began licking his sensitive tip. He had already been close to an orgasm earlier, and although the panic should have made him flaccid, his erection remained.
Junghwan gasped for air as he felt the warmth of Jihoon's mouth around his shaft. Jihoon began to slowly take him in, the younger completely immersed with making Junghwan lose his mind with his tongue and the–
“Fuck!”
Did he just deep throat me that early? Junghwan was convinced this had to be one of his wet dreams.
Junghwan looked down at Jihoon in disbelief, unsure what to make of all the new things he was learning that night. His hand hovered nervously around Jihoon’s head, unsure where to settle. He tried his best to keep his hips still, scared to accidentally hurt Jihoon who was only helping him. For some reason.
“It’s okay, you can pull his hair. He likes that,” Hanjin said from beside him.
Right, he almost forgot Hanjin also existed. Which is a crazy fucking wet dream, he thinks, except it isn’t.
“W-what do you mean?” Junghwan asked.
“Come on, hyung. We’re obviously fucking. I know what Jihoon likes,” Hanjin responded, looking down at Jihoon and then back up at Junghwan.
“If you're already…then why…this?”
“Because we both want you,” Hanjin whispered as he got closer to Junghwan, earning him a whimper from the older.
Hanjin was now dangerously close to Junghwan, breathing right on his neck. Junghwan was practically shaking when Hanjin had latched his lips onto the soft skin of Junghwan’s neck, trailing kisses up to his jaw, leaving soft licks before tugging on his earlobe.
“Hanjin!” Junghwan’s voice cracked, the stimulation leaving him breathless and gasping for air. His cock twitched as Jihoon flicked his tongue under him, still so diligent on making him cum…over Hanjin’s command.
Hanjin giggled at the expression he managed to elicit from Junghwan.
“Hanjin–we…we shouldn’t be doing this–Jihoon-ah…we’re…nghh fuck, why are you so good at this.”
“But you seem to be enjoying it, hyung?” Hanjin asked, feigning an innocent expression as he batted his lashes. Junghwan could only whimper in response. He could simply pull the two younger members away from him and walk off—and yet he couldn’t. And for some reason, Hanjin’s presence was so commanding—his voice and gaze so unlike what Junghwan had gotten used to.
“Look at you, getting sucked off by Jihoonie…he’s so good, isn't he?” Hanjin added. Abruptly, he reached for Jihoon, pulling him off Junghwan’s cock, tugging him by the hair. There was a string of saliva that connected Jihoon’s lips and Junghwan’s cock.
“Nghh, whyyy…please let me…” Jihoon whined as he was forced to look up to Hanjin whose hand still fisted his hair.
Junghwan also found himself complaining before he could process the words that left his mouth and the sounds that left his throat. Now, both him and Jihoon were a sweaty mess under Hanjin’s mercy, eyes welling with tears, painfully chasing what Hanjin had control over.
“Fuck, please Hanjin it hurts…” Junghwan said, tears welling around his eyes as he longed for Jihoon’s mouth once more. The younger clearly wanted it as much as he did, still knelt down beneath him with his plump lips parted, chest heaving and pleading.
“Please, Hanjin…let me suck Junghwan-hyung off…” Jihoon cried.
“You really can’t live without your mouth being filled up, Jihoon, can you?” Hanjin chuckled as he pulled Jihoon’s hair, eliciting a moan that reverberated against the bathroom tiles. Hanjin smiled.
“Yes, please, please Hanjin you know how much I’ve been wanting this, please…nghh…!”
“Such a slut, Jihoon-ah…you can suck my cock all day and yet you’re still looking to taste another?”
“Nghh…’m sorry, I can't help it Hanjinie…please,” Jihoon gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. “Please let me suck Junghwan hyung off, you can just punish me later if you want…please, I’m begging you…”
Hanjin turns to Junghwan at that, who’s squirming amidst the exchange. “You hear that, hyung? Jihoon is so desperate to suck you off…isn’t that just so pathetic?” he says, earning whimpers and moans from both men. Hanjin almost bursted out laughing at their pathetic reactions and at how easily they fold under pressure.
He then steps back and goes behind Jihoon, his grip still holding on the younger’s hair.
“How about this…” Hanjin trailed off. He tugged Jihoon up, making him stand up, facing Junghwan. He leaned his head on Jihoon’s shoulder, perfectly slotting against the curve of his body, before speaking once more with a sly smile.
“So, Jihoon, how about I fuck you while you’re sucking off Junghwan-hyung?”
All air had been taken out of Jihoon’s lungs.
“Yes please, please, please…” he sobbed, his body shaking as he gasped for air, clinging onto Hanjin for support as he simultaneously begged to be fucked on both ends. Please, please, please…
“Hanjin, Jihoon…you’ll be the death of me,” Junghwan groaned in frustration, tugging on his own hair, overwhelmed yet completely compelled by the idea of Jihoon willingly getting fucked from both ends.
The door was still flung open, risking any little amount of self-respect and decency they had in them if anyone were to walk in. Junghwan glanced at the door, the very same thing that betrayed his privacy earlier. Yet also the same reason as to why his wildest fantasies were unfolding before him. All rationality and reason had left his body, with only lust clouding his judgement.
“Strip,” Hanjin said coldly, Jihoon following suit. His clothes pooled on the floor, kicking off his pants and throwing his shirt in some corner of the bathroom. He stood there completely naked in between Junghwan and Hanjin. His own cock is already hard and leaking and Hanjin couldn't help but coo. Meanwhile, Junghwan’s eyes raked through Jihoon’s body–it was perfect. It was as if every curve and every inch were sculpted with much attention and care to detail. He bit his lips as he stared Jihoon down, thinking about kissing every inch of skin his eyes could find and leaving bruises and marks like the ones he had already, which he assumed were from Hanjin.
“It's okay, hyung, you can touch him,” Hanjin said, smiling as he also admired Jihoon's body. His hands fell perfectly on Jihoon's waist, caressing his skin as he left kisses on Jihoon's nape.
Junghwan swallowed, bracing himself, before gaining the courage to reach out to Jihoon's bare skin. He touched his neck, causing the younger to whimper as he melted into the touch. Slowly, he brought up his hands to Jihoon's jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. His hand trembled as Jihoon leaned in with no hesitation.
This was so unlike the Jihoon he was usually with. Jihoon, typically, would bite his hand off if it got any close in proximity. And yet, there he was, eyes completely clouded with lust and desperation. Their lips locked in a sloppy kiss, with their breaths trembling whenever they broke the kiss to gasp for air. Jihoon’s palms rested against Junghwan’s bare chest, hands exploring the expanse of skin, feeling up to his hyung’s wide shoulders.
“That's enough,” Hanjin interrupted, pulling Jihoon away by his hair once more. Both Jihoon and Junghwan whined at their disconnect, chasing each other as Hanjin intervened.
“See? He likes it when he's just getting dragged around like this,” Hanjin added, chuckling as he tugged on Jihoon's locks once more. He then pushed him down to Junghwan’s abdomen.
“Suck him off, Jihoon-ah. That’s what you wanted, right?” Hanjin commanded. Jihoon's hands fell to Junghwan's hips for support. Meanwhile, Hanjin now held Jihoon by his hips, pressing his still clothed crotch against Jihoon's bare skin.
Jihoon wasted no time in putting Junghwan into his mouth, licking and sucking the already slick cock. Wrapping his lips around it, Jihoon bobbed his head up and down, occasionally hollowing and puffing his cheeks.
Meanwhile, Hanjin pulled Junghwan close, holding him by his chin. When he was close enough, Hanjin caressed Junghwan's plump lips.
“Suck on my fingers, hyung,” he said.
Junghwan hesitated for a moment before taking Hanjin's fingers in his mouth. He tried his best, alternating between sucking and licking, swirling his tongue around the digits. Hanjin watched as Junghwan obeyed, gently fucking his fingers into his mouth from time to time.
“Good,” Hanjin said before finally retreating his fingers, a string of saliva connecting it with Junghwan's lips.
As Jihoon continued with his ministrations, he felt a wet intrusion in his hole where Hanjin stood.
“Jihoonie, did you touch yourself while I was gone? Didn't I tell you to wait?” Hanjin asked. His fingers which Junghwan had sucked slid far too easily into Jihoon's hole with only little lubrication. When he realized Jihoon had already been loose, that's when he had figured he must have been unable to resist touching himself while Hanjin had gone out.
Jihoon apologized with Junghwan’s cock still inside his mouth, his voice muffled and words chewed.
“And you're not even going to bother apologizing properly? You're that hungry for some dick?” Hanjin scoffed, giving Jihoon’s ass a slap that echoed on the bathroom walls. Hanjin’s palm left Jihoon’s cheek red, which he rubbed after.
Junghwan was in disbelief with whatever it was he was hearing and watching before him. The image of Jihoon stretching himself out flashed in his mind, his cock twitching at the thought, all while Jihoon diligently sucked him off. He reached out for Jihoon, patting his head.
“Jihoon-ah, you're so so good…nghh~ fuck, just like that…” he whimpered, making Jihoon even more eager. He cupped Jihoon's jaw, thumb caressing his cheeks as he now gently fucked into his mouth.
Hanjin scoffed. They were both becoming comfortable easily. Jihoon was such a needy slut, touching himself before Hanjin came back, and now all greedily lapping up on Junghwan's cock as he was getting fingered from behind. Without any warning, Hanjin pulled down his pants and pushed into Jihoon's stretched out hole, earning him a loud muffled moan that sent vibrations all the way through Junghwan's cock.
“Fuck, I'm so close…Jihoon…” Junghwan now had his eyes shut, his head leaning against the cold tiled wall as he covered his face with an arm.
Hanjin reached out to swat his arm away. Then, as they both fucked into Jihoon, Hanjin pulled Junghwan into a messy kiss. It was hungry and messy, their teeth clashing and tongues tangling. Junghwan was so dangerously close to the edge, muttering incoherences against Hanjin's lips.
“So close…please…Jihoon…Hanjin…’m so, so close…” strings of pleas left Junghwan's lips.
Hanjin smirked when he realized what was happening. Junghwan should have orgasmed a while ago with how pent up he had been, and yet he managed to last a lot longer. Hanjin realized he was denying himself release, waiting for someone to tell him if he could finally cum.
“You're waiting for my permission to let you finish, aren't you, Junghwan hyung?” Hanjin asked, pulling Junghwan close by his chin while his other hand steadied Jihoon's hips. He steadily fucked Jihoon as he kissed Junghwan who nodded to his question, cheeks burning brighter, chest flushed and damp with sweat.
“Y-yeah…Hanjin…c-can I cum, please? It h-hurts…and Jihoon is j-just so good…” Junghwan sobbed, a tear falling down his cheek as he pleaded.
Jihoon's jaw was already growing tired, and yet he found himself being fueled when Junghwan called him good all while he was simultaneously getting fucked by Hanjin. He couldn't help but moan around Junghwan's dick, swiping his tongue past a vein and feeling him twitch. Jihoon could tell just how much Junghwan had been holding back. He could tell how much Junghwan wanted to cum—and Jihoon wanted just the exact same thing. He wanted Junghwan to bury himself deep into his throat. He wanted to swallow every bit of his hyung, to lick him clean and show him just how good of a boy he truly is.
“Aww, hyung…I didn't know you cared that much about what I think,” Hanjin chuckled.
Then, he added, caressing the top of Jihoon's head: “What do you think, Jihoonie, should Junghwan-hyung cum already?”
At that, Jihoon nodded. He removed Junghwan's cock from his mouth, replacing it with his hands to stroke so he could speak.
“Yes, please. Want him to cum inside me…wanna taste him so bad…” Jihoon said, choking on tears and spit. He looked up at Junghwan and then glanced back at Hanjin. His cheeks were red and stained with tears. He had been crying since he started getting fucked by both of them, the overwhelming feeling of having both holes filled filling his senses in ways that rendered him nothing but a hole for the both men to fuck into. He wanted so badly to be used, to be filled completely with their cum like it was his sole purpose to exist.
Jihoon returned to sucking Junghwan off, the warmth of his wet mouth welcoming his cock once more. Meanwhile, Hanjin reached out to stroke Jihoon's cock, pumping it as his own thrusts began to grow faster.
Jihoon was a crying squirming mess underneath Junghwan and Hanjin, cheeks and chin covered in drool, cock leaking of precum, and his back being blown by Hanjin, steadily hitting his prostate. Junghwan, being completely new to this, is in awe with how much Jihoon was able to take. He marvelled at how unreal Jihoon was being, and even more so at the fact that he could experience it himself.
Hanjin's thrusts had now gotten slower but deeper, pulling out of Jihoon almost completely before pushing in all the way. Each thrust caused Jihoon to lunge forward, pushing him to take Junghwan deeper into his throat. The sounds that reverberated in the bathroom were nothing but sinful. Junghwan whimpered helplessly, begging to finally cum. Jihoon's muffled moans echoed amidst the wet sounds of him getting fucked in his mouth and ass. Hanjin was just as equally loud, groaning and moaning shamelessly as he fucked Jihoon and made out with Junghwan.
“Fuck, Jihoon, you're so good…it's like your body was made for this, for us,” Hanjin said in between pants, hips ramming into Jihoon as the wet sounds of skin slapping against each other echoed.
“Hanjin, please…Wanna cum with both of you…please, please, please,” Junghwan begged, breathing in through his nose as he steadied himself, willing himself not to orgasm just yet. It has truly gotten painful, and time was running, yet he wanted to reach their peaks together. He looked at the door that was flung open, heat pooling in his stomach at the possibility of someone catching them in the act. In the very little rationality left in him, he wouldn't wish for that to happen, but with his lust-clouded judgement, he just felt absurdly turned on with the thought of someone else watching.
“Keep begging, hyung, show me how much you want this…” Hanjin growled, pressing his forehead against Junghwan, one hand holding Junghwan by his nape and one hand gripping Jihoon's hip.
“Fuck, Hanjin, please…please let me cum inside Jihoon…’m begging you…nghh…!”
“Keep fucking into Jihoon's mouth, hyung,” Hanjin replied, guiding Junghwan's hand to grip on Jihoon's hair. “Wanna watch you fuck his mouth, hyung, go on…” Hanjin said as he watched intently. Jihoon's jaw had relaxed, his mouth welcoming and open, unmoving, as Junghwan pathetically thrusted into Jihoon.
Hanjin twitched inside Jihoon. Something about watching someone else fucking Jihoon stirred something in him. Jihoon had always been so needy that he wondered if he was enough—and if Jihoon could take so much more. And it turned out he could. He wanted to see how much further he could push Jihoon, and Junghwan served as a great instrument for that. He almost felt jealous of Junghwan's view of Jihoon's face as he's getting fucked. But then again, he held control over both men—both relied on his demand to let them cum.
Hanjin found himself grinding against Jihoon, pressing his pelvis against Jihoon's ass as his one hand stroked the younger underneath. Jihoon shook under him, meeting his hips as he ground down.
“Jihoon-ah, you're so good…so good to me,” Hanjin breathed, pulling Jihoon closer.
He then looked back up at Junghwan, whose face was contorted in both pain and pleasure. Hanjin couldn't help but feel smug at how he had the ability to make his hyung unravel in such a way.
He no longer said another word, only letting out noises and praises to Jihoon as he pressed hard against Jihoon, keeping the stimulation sustained.
“I'm close, fuck…Jihoonie is taking me in so well, as always,” Hanjin's voice was rough in the edges as he spoke, keeping his eyes pierced at Junghwan who seemed to enjoy the attention so much.
Hanjin moaned freely with every thrust, lips parted and chest heaving, looking straight at Junghwan as if every noise he made was directed only to be heard by him. Junghwan, on the other hand, was visibly getting tortured with Hanjin's intentful gaze, his own body practically trembling as he continued to fuck into Jihoon's mouth.
Junghwan, if he wasn't already, was going crazy with Hanjin's sustained eye contact. Every noise he was letting out was simply too pretty and too sinful all at the same time. As Hanjin thrusted into Jihoon, Junghwan felt like he was also getting fucked to an extent—and that was a fantasy he'd like to save for another day.
Junghwan leaned closer, pulling Hanjin by the nape. He couldn't control it anymore, he simply had to be close to Hanjin. He wanted to feel him, to make him feel good, to take in his every breath and hear every little noise. He hungrily kissed Hanjin, both out of desperation and frustration. Hanjin returned the favor with equal fervor, moaning into his lips. Junghwan willingly swallowed Hanjin's moans.
“Junghwan hyung, ‘m close…let's come together, yeah?” Hanjin panted. Junghwan barely responded with a word, only letting out incoherent sounds that made his excitement and anticipation even more apparent. The sound that spilled from his throat bordered a sob and a moan.
Hanjin came with one more thrust into Jihoon, filling him up with his semen as he ground down, riding his high. He watched as cum spilled out of Jihoon's hole, bubbles forming around as he continued to thrust through the orgasm. It didn't take Junghwan a second to follow, his grip on Jihoon's head strong and heavy as he buried deep into the younger's throat, feeling it contract around his cock as he swallowed greedily. Junghwan almost screamed in relief, shaking as he came. Even if the bathroom door were closed, the whole dorm would have heard him if there were other people. Junghwan's eyes held Hanjin's gaze as they both came, eyebrows knitting and their eyelids twitching as they kept the eye contact.
Meanwhile, underneath the both of them, Jihoon shook uncontrollably, coming in Hanjin's hand wrapped around his cock, spurts of cum spilling on his stomach and onto the floor. Jihoon held tightly onto the two men, one hand on Junghwan's hip for support, while the other wrapped around Hanjin's wrist. He was a whimpering mess by the time he had completely swallowed Junghwan, shaking and crying underneath the two older men.
Hanjin then pulled Jihoon gently, guiding him to lean into his chest. He was completely fucked out—his face covered with sweat and drool, with some of Junghwan's cum dripping from his lips. Hanjin wiped it off with his thumb, bringing it into his own lips to taste as he looked deep into Junghwan's eyes.
“Baby, you did so well…our good boy Jihoonie…” Hanjin whispered into Jihoon's ear, leaving soft kisses down his neck. Jihoon clung tight to Hanjin, seeking the solid warmth of his body, seeking comfort after all he had just taken from two of his members. Junghwan stepped closer to the two of them, reaching out for Jihoon's jaw and cupping it gently as he pulled him to a soft kiss.
He could taste himself in Jihoon's mouth. The younger simply melted into his touch, wrapping his arms around his shoulders while Hanjin stood behind, arms wrapped around his waist.
“Isn't Jihoon so good, Junghwan hyung?” Hanjin asked from behind.
Junghwan nodded, smiling fondly at Jihoon who clung tightly to the both of them. “He is. He deserves to be taken care of…” Junghwan responded, leaving soft kisses all over Jihoon's face. He still had tears on his cheeks, which Junghwan wiped gently with his thumb.
As he peppered Jihoon with kisses, his eyes met Hanjin's once more. Junghwan could feel his face heating up once more, the aftermath of what they've done finally dawning on him. However, he pushed that aside first as he held Jihoon gently while Hanjin drew a warm bath.
“The three of us can't fit in there,” Junghwan said. The tub was just right for one person.
“Let's just take care of Jihoon first. We can take a warm shower later,” Hanjin replied..
“Oh, okay—did you say we?” Junghwan said.
Hanjin chuckled. “Yeah, let's shower together. If that's okay with you, at least.”
“Oh…I mean—yeah, sure.”
“It's okay if you don't want to,” Hanjin said, trying his best to hide his disappointment. Junghwan didn't seem thrilled with the suggestion.
“No! I want to! I'm just…” Junghwan trailed.
“Just what?” Hanjin tilted his head, feeling the warm water as he found the perfect temperature that Jihoon liked.
“Nothing, let's get Jihoon washed up,” Junghwan said, guiding Jihoon into the tub.
“Can you get him new clothes?” Hanjin asked. Junghwan nodded as he put on his pants and a shirt before heading out of the bathroom.
He went inside Jihoon's room to find a new pair of pajamas and underwear.
He returned to the bathroom with Hanjin gently washing Jihoon up, his hands massaging the younger's muscles under the warm water. Something inside Junghwan twisted as he watched Hanjin’s gentleness for Jihoon, he felt a twinge in his heart. He felt unusually warm inside watching them in that state, as if his heart could burst at that moment.
Junghwan put the fresh set of clothes aside before sitting on the edge of the tub, not really minding if his clothes were getting wet from the splashes. He then reached out for a bottle of shampoo, pouring an ample amount on his palm. He then carefully lathered it on Jihoon's hair, gently massaging his scalp as the bubbles formed.
As he focused on lathering Jihoon’s hair with shampoo, threading his hands through it and forming silly shapes occasionally, Junghwan couldn’t help but glance at Hanjin who seemed just as equally focused on washing Jihoon up.
At some point, their eyes locked. Junghwan was the first to look away, his cheeks blossoming a light shade of pink once more. Hanjin furrowed his eyebrows slightly, confused with the older man’s reaction.
“What?” Hanjin asked.
“What?” Junghwan blurted, panicking in response.
Hanjin chuckled, shaking his head. Was Junghwan really getting shy now? After they’ve just had sex that felt like it came out of a well-written porno?
“Don’t make this awkward, hyung,” Hanjin said, his voice a lot softer now. A lot like the Hanjin Junghwan had gotten used to.
“I swear, I’m not trying to!” Junghwan said defensively. He then reached out for the showerhead, bringing it to Jihoon’s head to rinse his hair.
Hanjin chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.
“We’ll sort this out later, after Jihoon settles.”
However, the two of them didn’t get the chance to shower together. Jihoon needed someone to hold and accompany him, so they took turns. Junghwan used the bathroom first, leaving Hanjin to take care of Jihoon.
When Junghwan came back to Hanjin’s room where Jihoon laid, Jihoon already appeared to be settled. Still clingy, but he no longer clung tightly and cried. He climbed onto the bed next to Jihoon when Hanjin stood up to head to the bathroom. When Hanjin left, Junghwan was left all alone with Jihoon. And it all really started sinking in to him–whatever just happened about an hour ago.
“Thanks, hyung,” Jihoon said, his voice muffled as he nuzzled into Junghwan’s chest.
Something about that made Junghwan’s heart skip a beat, making his whole chest feel incredibly warm. He hummed in response, hand reaching out to brush through Jihoon’s hair.
“Thank you as well, Jihoon-ah. You were incredible,” Junghwan said. His voice trembled and he cursed himself for it. Having Jihoon like this in his arms made him feel extremely nervous, somehow. He felt so conscious, wondering if Jihoon could hear his rapid heartbeat at that moment.
“Sorry if it was…too fast…” Jihoon said, voice growing smaller.
Junghwan chuckled, unsure what to say. So he remained silent, grounding himself by running his fingers through Jihoon’s soft hair.
“I mean–I’ve been trying to seduce you for so long. And I think Hanjin was too, but I wasn’t sure,” Jihoon blurted.
“What? No way,” Junghwan laughed in disbelief.
“You’re so dense. You mean you wouldn’t realize that I was interested in you if I hadn’t gotten down my knees so you could fuck my mouth?”
Junghwan bursted out laughing. Suddenly, the Jihoon who said whatever crossed his mind, returned. He thought if he gave it a few minutes, Jihoon would start barking at him again.
“I mean! There were times when you were a bit…suggestive. But who was I to assume?” Junghwan shrugged.
Jihoon just smiled, shaking his head. He then nuzzled closer to Junghwan, taking in his scent.
“Did you use Hanjin’s shampoo?” Jihoon asked, recognizing the familiar floral scent.
Junghwan nodded. “Yeah, I was too lazy to fetch my own,” he said.
“I really like it,” Jihoon replied.
“Speaking of…” Junghwan trailed off. “You and Hanjin are…?”
Jihoon shrugged. “Hmm…I’m not really sure. We’ve had this arrangement for a while now. I guess it’s a bit exclusive? I really like him.”
“Oh…”
“But you’re definitely welcome to join. I like you a lot, too.”
Junghwan choked on air. Woah.
Jihoon laughed at his reaction.
“What! I mean, we already fucked–doesn’t that count as an invitation?” Jihoon teased.
As Junghwan’s face burned and as Jihoon laughed at him, the door clicked open. Hanjin entered with a fresh set of clothes. Jihoon welcomed him with open arms, asking him to join him in the already cramped bed.
“Hanjinnie!” Jihoon called. Junghwan was still speechless, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.
Hanjin climbed up with them, taking the space next to the wall, putting Jihoon between him and Junghwan. Hanjin leaned on Jihoon after getting under the covers.
“What were you guys talking about?” Hanjin asked.
“I was just telling Junghwan hyung he could join us anytime. He can, right?” Jihoon said.
Hanjin chuckled, finally realizing why Junghwan was a blushing mess when he entered. “Well, of course. If he’d like that,” he said.
Hanjin and Jihoon turned their heads to Junghwan at that, anticipating a response of some sort.
“I feel preyed on,” Junghwan said.
The two younger men broke into big smiles, laughing at Junghwan who looked like he wanted to disappear on the spot.
“Shut up, you obviously liked it–liked us!” Hanjin rolled his eyes.
“Jihoon is so good,” Jihoon mimicked Junghwan’s words from earlier, teasing the older guy even more.
Junghwan stood up in embarrassment from that, covering his face as he then melted onto the floor. The younger guys laughed at him, a fond glint common in their eyes as they watched their hyung spiral into embarrassment.
Jihoon sat up. He now sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to Junghwan who looked like he was gonna dig a hole on the floor.
“C’mere, hyung, I wanna cuddle with you…” he coaxed him back into bed. Junghwan was still red when he stopped covering his face.
When Junghwan returned to the bed, Hanjin reached out to him from behind Jihoon’s head.
“We mean it, hyung, you can always just…be with us,” Hanjin said, sincerity evident in his voice.
At that point, Junghwan was so sure Hanjin was bewitching him with his gaze. He couldn’t help but turn soft and fold whenever Hanjin looked at him that way. Junghwan could only nod, smiling.
He then decided that there was no point to being embarrassed, especially not when the two men had already seen him bare (literally) and vulnerable. With that, Junghwan just leaned into their warmth, nuzzling closer with Jihoon as he reached for Hanjin to hold his hand.
Hanjin wanted to tell Junghwan how well he did that night, to praise him and let him know how good he had been, but decided that was probably for another time. He had a feeling that if he did that, Junghwan would just turn into another blushing mess melting onto the floor. He understood that–Junghwan was completely new to this, and it wasn’t exactly planned (although not unprecedented).
Hanjin wondered if any of his advancements in the past ever registered to Junghwan or if he was just that dense. He figured it must be the latter. Thankfully, the circumstances that night had led them to whatever newfound closeness it is that they enjoyed at the current moment.
Jihoon was the first to fall asleep, comfortably nuzzled in between Hanjin and Junghwan who remained awake for a few several minutes.
“Hyung,” Hanjin called.
“Mhm?”
“How are you feeling?” Hanjin asked.
There were few moments of silence. Junghwan stared at the ceiling, biting on his lower lip as he formulated a response. Hanjin watched intently, reading his expressions and watching the gears turn in his head.
“I feel happy, Hanjinie,” Junghwan answered, a soft smile tugging on his lips.
Hanjin, gradually being overcome by sleep, returned the smile. His heart skipped a beat at Junghwan’s response–which was the kind of response he wished to hear from his hyung at the end of the day.
“I’m glad. I’m also happy, hyung,” Hanjin said.
At that moment, as their shared warmth lulled them to sleep, the night ended. It will be a big question for the next day as to why the three of them are tangled in Hanjin’s bed, but that’s a question to answer for their future selves. For now, this is good. It’s enough.