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There’s a thought half-forming in Seungmin’s brain, though it refuses to manifest fully, not when he’s in the bath with Hyunjin half-asleep on top of him. Jeongin had a class to dash to, so he’d taken the quickest shower humanly possible and left them both with kisses on the forehead.
“If I fall asleep, are you gonna let me drown, Min?” Hyunjin asks groggily.
“You just woke up, what are you sleepy for?” Seungmin asks, flicking him in the forehead. The water is warm, Hyunjin’s weight on top of him is warm, so he feels a little sleepy himself, actually.
“I’m always sleepy after I cum hard,” Hyunjin whines. And he had; the reason Jeongin was almost late for class was because he’d spent the better part of the morning teasing and edging Hyunjin. “Always come hardest when you’re watching, Min.”
“Fucking exhibitionist,” Seungmin murmurs back, though he’s secretly pleased. It’s nice to have a way to be involved, a way to turn Hyunjin on. It works out nicely; Hyunjin likes being watched, and Seungmin likes watching.
Hyunjin smacks his chest half-heartedly, no real force behind it. “That makes you a fucking voyeur.” He readjusts, and his hip grazes past Seungmin’s cock, which is still hard. “You need help, babe?” He lets some of his weight settle on it as Seungmin considers, knowing he at least likes the pressure.
“Don’t wanna ruin the bath water,” Seungmin decides after a few seconds’ deliberation. “It’s warm, nice.”
Hyunjin hums in agreement, slotting his face into Seungmin’s neck. “You wanna try something?” he asks. “Nice way to relax.”
“What is it?” Seungmin asks.
“I’m still kind of open from Jeonginnie,” he murmurs. “I could sit on your cock, see if you like it. Don’t have to fuck me, or anything.”
It’s an idea that he normally wouldn’t bother with, admittedly. But—it is nice, cuddling with Hyunjin like this, and it’s not like he has to open him up. Hyunjin, actually, would probably do all the work…
“Okay,” Seungmin agrees.
“Really?” Hyunjin asks, lifting his face. He hadn’t honestly expected Seungmin to agree, at least not so easily. He was really just throwing it out there.
“Why not?” he shrugs. “Doesn’t even sound sexual, really. Just close.”
Hyunjin smiles. “That’s what I wanted, baby. Just hang on, yeah?” He has to reach back behind him to line Seungmin up. Then, he’s sinking down slowly, punching a whimper out of Seungmin. He stops halfway down, checking on him. Seungmin is squirming below him, eyes screwed shut. “Hey, hey, Minnie, you good? You want me to stop?”
“No,” he gasps, unused to the tight around him. “No, all the way.”
So Hyunjin settles the rest of the way down, trying not to adjust or clench too much. “You look adorable, baby,” Hyunjin coos, pinching his flushed cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he says quietly, digging his fingers into Hyunjin’s hips. He’s probably grabbing too tight, and it might bruise, but Hyunjin doesn’t complain. “Just—it’s a lot.”
“Too much?” Hyunjin whispers, brushing the hair out of his face.
It’s teetering right on the edge, for Seungmin. He can feel Hyunjin pulsing around him, feel the way he grips him so tightly. If he moves too much, he might black out, but he knows that if he settles, it’ll be okay. Still, it’s a lot, and another whimper leaves Seungmin’s throat as he squirms under Hyunjin. He hadn’t remembered it feeling this intense before, whenever he’d tried fucking a hookup.
“Do you want me to move, baby?” he asks.
“No,” Seungmin chokes out. “God, I’d die.”
Hyunjin chuckles. “Do you wanna kiss?”
Seungmin will literally never, never say no to that, and puckers his lips immediately, ignoring the giggle Hyunjin lets out at his reaction. It’s better once Hyunjin is kissing him. It gives him something else to focus on, a distraction. Hyunjin takes the lead, moving his lips softly against Seungmin’s, swallowing the odd whimper or whine that he lets loose.
It’s not long before Seungmin feels Hyunjin’s cock against his stomach and he’s the one whimpering. “Didn’t you just cum, like, really hard?” Seungmin teases.
“You feel good inside me,” Hyunjin murmurs, fluttering kisses along his shoulder. “I have a handsome guy’s cock in me, and I’m not supposed to have a boner about it?” He quiets down as he continues peppering Seungmin’s skin in little kisses. Then, he offers, “I could try to fuck you?”
“That’s okay,” Seungmin declines, although he knows Hyunjin isn’t really asking for his sake. He can feel the hardness against his stomach, feel the way Hyunjin’s fingernails bite into his skin from holding back.
For Seungmin now, it’s nicer, more tolerable. It really does feel like he’s close to Hyunjin, and he’s warm all around. Hyunjin, though, is shuddering against him, trembling from holding back.
“Does it really feel that good?” Seungmin wonders, bemused.
“It does,” Hyunjin murmurs. “You do.”
His hole twitches around his cock, and Seungmin suddenly remembers the half-thought he’d had before Hyunjin had brought all this up. “You wanna try fingering me sometime?”
It pulls Hyunjin from his groggy, horny semi-consciousness. “Huh?” he asks, looking up at Seungmin. His pupils are still blown, but there’s a clarity there that almost certainly wasn’t before. “Do you think you want to try that?”
Seungmin shrugs. “You always have really nice reactions to it. Wanna know if it feels good. And I know you and Jeonginnie will be gentle, I trust you.” Not like he hasn’t been fingered before—but he’s never been fingered by Jeongin or Hyunjin, and it feels like it’ll be different somehow. Maybe he’s deluding himself, letting his love for them take over his general disdain for sex, but all the same… he kind of wants to try it. He has to know.
“Okay, honey,” Hyunjin murmurs, cupping his cheek. “Just know, you might not like it. Jeonginnie doesn’t, much.”
“You can’t know you don’t like it if you don’t try it,” Seungmin echoes, the same words his mother used to say to make him eat vegetables. “And… I’ve tried it before. But it might be different. With you two.”
It’s exactly the kind of sappy nonsense that makes Hyunjin melt, and that’s what he does now, settling against Seungmin’s chest, intertwining their fingers. They sit for a long time, until their fingers go pruny and the water goes cold, but neither suggest getting out. It’s nice just sitting together—probably after, Hyunjin will continue to ignore the paintings he has due by the end of the week and insist on cuddling Seungmin on the couch.
Jeongin comes back from class before they even get up. When he finds them in the bathroom, his eyebrows knit together. “Really?” he asks. “You two are gonna get sick.”
“Worth it,” Hyunjin murmurs.
“Wait,” Jeongin says, realizing. “Are you—?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin confirms. He lifts his head, pecks Seungmin on the cheek. “I’m gonna get up, okay, Min?” He nods, and they both hiss as Hyunjin slowly lifts himself up, lets Jeongin help him out of the tub. “Seungminnie wants to try being fingered, by the way.”
Here comes the part where Jeongin heaves a sigh and tries to convince Seungmin that he doesn’t want it, that he shouldn’t push himself, try new things—
“Okay, sure,” Jeongin replies easily.
“Really?” Seungmin asks.
Jeongin extends a hand to him, pulls him out of the tub as well. “I trust you,” Jeongin says. “And you trust us. So what’s it matter if you just wanna try something?”
They don’t, not immediately. Seungmin feels like he needs to be in the right mood for it, but he’s not quite sure what that mood is. He’ll know it when he feels it, and Jeongin and Hyunjin don’t press the point. He doesn’t really get horny, anyway, at least not often. Like, if he’s with Jeongin and Hyunjin while they’re together, it affects him. But getting horny without that stimulation just doesn’t really happen. It’s like if sex didn’t exist, he’d just… forget about it.
Hyunjin drags them out one weekend. Jeongin and Seungmin are such homebodies, and it drives Hyunjin a little crazy. He wants to go out, do things, and his boyfriends just want to sit on the couch and watch the same movie they’ve watched a dozen times.
He drags them to a movie (“It’s just the same as watching a movie at home, but out!”), and they bicker at the ticket booth over who’s going to pay. “Hyunjin’s oldest, shouldn’t you treat us?” Seungmin asks, and the puppy dog eyes are in full swing.
“Jeongin fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk right all day!” Hyunjin hisses, keeping his voice low. “He owes me.”
“You liked it,” Jeongin says, frowning. “And I’m broke. Seungmin has a job.”
“Okay, but you both owe me some action when we get home,” Seungmin deadpans, pulling out his wallet.
“I’ll kiss you against the door the way you like,” Hyunjin offers, leaning against him heavily, just barely pecking a kiss to his jaw.
“I’ll suck your toes if you buy me popcorn,” Jeongin says seriously. Seungmin winces and Hyunjin bursts out laughing, too loud in Seungmin’s ears.
“I’ll buy you popcorn if it means my toes go nowhere near your mouth,” Seungmin says, grimacing.
“Deal.”
So Jeongin gets popcorn, which Seungmin intends to eat at least half of. He paid for it, after all.
It’s Tuesday night, so the theater is pretty dead. There are a smattering of other people: a middle-aged couple, a single woman, and an old man. Hyunjin leads them to the back of the theater as the lights dim, and Seungmin suddenly wonders if there wasn’t an ulterior motive to the decision to come to the movie theater on the deadest night of the week, to a shitty movie nobody wanted to watch except Hyunjin.
It’s confirmed as the movie plays and it’s the corniest, most god-awful movie Seungmin has ever had the misfortune of seeing. He glances over at Hyunjin, who sits between him and Jeongin, and he grins back at him.
“This movie sucks,” Seungmin tells him in a whisper.
“Oh, no, how will we pass the time?” Hyunjin asks, already raising the armrest and moving to straddle Seungmin’s lap. Jeongin watches incredulously, before putting his popcorn on the floor and moving over to Hyunjin’s now-vacant seat.
Seungmin looks at Hyunjin in shock. “I know you didn’t make me put on real pants and spend $50 to make out with me in a movie theater,” he says.
Hyunjin pouts. “Where’s your sense of spontaneity?”
“It’s free to make out on our couch while a shitty movie plays in the background,” Seungmin points out.
“Hush, this is more fun,” Hyunjin insists, and presses his lips to Seungmin’s. And he’s still a little irritated, but… they’re here. The $50 has been spent, for better or for worse. So he might as well get his money’s worth.
So he lets Hyunjin press him into the seat and mash their lips together insistently.
In all of Seungmin’s prior sexcapades, making out in a movie theater was not a box that had been ticked off. Isn’t it a little high school? But no, it’s unexpectedly nice feeling Hyunjin’s weight in his lap, the intense way he’s grabbing Seungmin’s face to kiss him.
And Jeongin’s right there, too, pulling his own armrest up and snaking a hand up Hyunjin’s back. “Did you only do this for yourself?” he hisses to Hyunjin. “Shouldn’t you make it worth Seungminnie’s while?”
Honestly, it already is. He knows that it feels nice to be wanted, of course, and Hyunjin pressing him into the seat is doing it for him.
But at Jeongin’s suggestion, Hyunjin’s hand comes down to tentatively press against the front of Seungmin’s pants. It’s nice, as always, the pressure, and Seungmin naturally arches into it.
Just—even if they’re at the back of a movie theater that has hardly anyone in it anyway, isn’t this a bit too… public? The other people are sitting several rows in front of them and focusing on the shitty movie. But what if Hyunjin makes a noise? What if the movie goes quiet without warning and they hear the sounds of them kissing?
It’s these thoughts that spoil it for Seungmin and he brushes Hyunjin’s hand off of him in a panic. There’s something about the thought of being hard in public that just… he can’t wrap his head around it.
“Hey,” Jeongin whispers, and his hand comes up to cradle the back of Seungmin’s head. He pulls him from Hyunjin’s lips and forces him to look at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Just—I can’t do that. Not here.”
“Can I keep kissing you?” Hyunjin asks.
“Quietly.”
Hyunjin’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek at that; it looks like he’s trying to smother a smile. “Okay,” he agrees, and cradles Seungmin’s face again, tilts it back so he can have a good angle to kiss him.
And that’s how they stay locked together for a while. Jeongin presses against their sides, rubbing a hand up and down Hyunjin’s back, grabbing Seungmin’s hand and pressing absent kisses there.
“Can I touch Hyunjinnie, baby?” Jeongin murmurs against his skin eventually.
Hyunjin already seems on board with this plan, his fingers gripping Seungmin tighter as he processes his words.
Seungmin considers, letting Hyunjin press heated, excited little kisses to his neck as he does so.
Obviously, he doesn’t love the idea of him being turned on and hard here. But he’s with Jeongin and Hyunjin, so even if he isn’t directly involved in it, them getting caught would still be an embarrassing experience for him—borderline traumatizing, maybe. The thought alone makes him want to die.
(And by the way, how the hell is Hyunjin okay with this? Seungmin likes to poke fun and call him a exhibitionist, and he can understand within the confines of their relationship, but—out? In public? In front of strangers? Does it excite him? Seungmin genuinely can’t even grasp such a thing.)
He’s not going to phrase it that way, even if it’s the main reason he doesn’t want Jeongin to try to get Hyunjin off in a movie theater. No, there’s a sexier way he can phrase it.
“I mean,” he murmurs back, tilting his head to look over at Jeongin. “I don’t think he deserves it, do you?”
Jeongin’s face spreads in a wicked grin, illuminated by the screen in front of them. Hyunjin whines softly and tightens his grip even more on Seungmin.
“You know,” Jeongin returns, “I don’t think he has, either. I mean, he made you spend all this money, and he’s not even letting you watch the movie.”
“Yeah, it was pretty rude,” Seungmin concurs, and he glances back up at Hyunjin.
“Do you have any ideas of what we could do to him?” Jeongin asks, looking at Seungmin meaningfully.
It means he wants to give Seungmin a chance to voice what he wants. If Seungmin doesn’t know, Jeongin will come up with something.
But for now, he kind of likes the stricken, desperate look Hyunjin has on his face as he comes to terms with the fact that his boyfriends are kind of right. And he likes kissing Hyunjin, but if he’s already tipping over into that headspace, it’s probably best to remove him from Seungmin’s lap.
“He could sit still and let us watch the movie,” Seungmin suggests, even though he has no desire to watch this shitty fucking movie.
Jeongin hooks an arm around Hyunjin’s waist, guides him over his lap and into the empty seat next to him. Hyunjin goes willingly, though a bit shell-shocked, a bit betrayed. “Sit and be good,” Jeongin tells him sternly, and pushes the armrest between them down.
The armrest between Jeongin and Seungmin is still up, and Jeongin nestles into his side; Seungmin automatically lifts an arm to wrap around Jeongin’s shoulders. It’s nice cuddling, too, and Jeongin leans heavy into his side. He sees his foot occasionally going out to tap at Hyunjin’s, though whether it’s a reassurance or a reminder, Seungmin isn’t sure.
Hyunjin seems pretty sullen, sunken down in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest—he’s pouting.
And predictably, it seems Jeongin wants to tease him. He cranes his neck back to look at Seungmin, pouting his lips, and then they’re kissing like that, Seungmin’s head bowing to cover Jeongin’s.
Seungmin doesn’t know how Hyunjin is taking it, because he’s a bit busy kissing Jeongin. It’s not even very intense kissing; Jeongin seems to be taking it easy on him, probably a little wary after Seungmin pushing Hyunjin’s hand away.
But it’s nice, kissing Jeongin like this, especially if it means he doesn’t have to watch this god-awful movie and especially if it works Hyunjin up. Seungmin only glances up a couple of times, but he sees Hyunjin squirming in his seat, looking at them sideways, resentful.
They remain more or less attached for the rest of the movie. Once Jeongin gets tired of their position, he sits up fully and kisses Seungmin like that, still resolutely ignoring Hyunjin.
They separate once the credits roll, and Jeongin slips his hand into Seungmin’s, squeezing it reassuringly. Hyunjin holds his hand out to Jeongin, too, expectant, but Jeongin only glances at it, glances back up at Hyunjin, and shakes his head. “No, baby,” he denies.
Hyunjin tosses his head the indignant way he does when something doesn’t go his way and refuses to comment.
They’d walked to the movie theater, and as they walked back, Seungmin and Jeongin swing their hands between them obnoxiously, looking every bit of a couple in love; Hyunjin trudges behind them warily. Seungmin knows why—he doesn’t quite know what Jeongin has in store for him, and he’s trying to keep his cool as they walk home.
That said, Seungmin doesn’t exactly know what Jeongin has in mind; for now, he’s content to swing their hands together and grin at each other obnoxiously.
It’s not far to their apartment—really Seungmin’s and Hyunjin’s, though Jeongin all but lives here, anyway. And it’s late when they get home, but no one suggests showers or brushing teeth or pajamas—not yet.
Jeongin hooks his arms around Seungmin’s waist from behind, plants his chin on his shoulder, and walks them to the bedroom. Hyunjin is still being ignored, but he follows behind them, anyway, a few feet distant.
“So first off,” Jeongin starts, falling onto the bed with Seungmin, hooking a leg around him and nuzzling their faces together. “I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable at the theater.”
“I’m sorry, too, Seungminnie,” Hyunjin pipes up, sincerely. Jeongin, of course, allows it, nodding back at Hyunjin.
“You guys were fine,” Seungmin insists, as Jeongin peppers kisses all over his face. “Just—I don’t like the thought of people catching us. It sounds very unsexy.”
Hyunjin scoffs as if he couldn’t disagree more.
“You can take Hyunjin out at some point,” Seungmin suggests, bracing his hands against Jeongin’s shoulders. “Do something semi-public. I’d like to hear about it. Or—see videos. I just don’t want to be involved.”
“Okay,” Jeongin agrees, smiling down at him and brushing a kiss over the tip of his nose. “But that’s not what we’re talking about right this second. Right now, we need to figure out what to do about Hyunjin being a menace tonight.”
Seungmin isn’t 100% sure that he’s horny. Maybe he’ll get there, but he kind of just thinks he’d like Jeongin to keep doting on him.
But—Hyunjin. Thanks to their newfound love of sexting, there’s any number of sights he can think of that he’d like to see. Most of them feature Hyunjin splattered in cum, or leaking it, admittedly—it’s a striking visual image. Or—him writhing on the bed, desperate. That’s a nice one, too.
“So,” Jeongin says, “I think Hyunjin shouldn’t cum tonight.”
That would certainly take care of the desperate writhing Seungmin had envisioned. Hyunjin already looks wrecked at the mere mention of such a punishment.
“I’m fine with that,” Seungmin agrees, and Jeongin leans down to kiss him again.
“So what do you want?” Jeongin asks. “Do you want to cum? Or do you just want to watch me tease Hyunjin?”
He’s kind of straddling the fence, halfway between wanting something like that and halfway just wanting to sleep.
Honestly, it’s kind of hard to check in with himself about this kind of stuff, sometimes. Really, he knows he’d be happy either way, would end up enjoying himself.
Sleep and cuddles win out, just barely, and Seungmin thinks it’s because while he’s thinking, Jeongin is fluttering more kisses against his skin adoringly.
“Let’s sleep for now,” Seungmin concludes. “Then maybe tomorrow morning we can see about Hyunjin.”
“Okay,” Jeongin agrees immediately, capturing Seungmin’s lips again. “Go put on your pajamas then; I’m going to take care of Hyunjin really fast.”
“I’ll watch,” Seungmin mumbles, already pulling himself up against the headboard. He doesn’t exactly know what Jeongin means, but he’s certain it will be something he likes.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Jeongin says, dropping a kiss on his forehead.
Hyunjin had never settled on the bed, probably anticipating that he’d make his situation worse. For now, Jeongin catches him around the waist and directs him to brace his hands against the wall, Jeongin plastered to his back.
When he undoes Hyunjin’s pants enough to free his cock, Seungmin is surprised to see that it’s pretty much fully hard. Jeongin hadn’t even done anything to him, so was it just the teasing? The anticipation?
“Spit,” Jeongin commands flatly, holding his palm under where Hyunjin’s head is bowed.
Hyunjin does, shuddering. And then Jeongin’s hand is wrapping around his cock, jerking him off in harsh, fast strokes. Seungmin thinks it must hurt—it’s not much spit, and Jeongin is being a lot rougher than he usually is.
Nonetheless, Hyunjin is gasping and bucking against his hand, rocking back against his hips. Jeongin’s arm looks tight around his waist and—it isn’t not affecting Seungmin. He can’t even really describe what it is about it, he only knows that it has his stomach swooping and his skin flushing.
Jeongin is murmuring something in Hyunjin’s ear, too low for Seungmin to hear. And then, right as he’s surely crashing over the edge, Jeongin removes his hand and Hyunjin’s hips buck into nothing. He gasps, and Seungmin sees his fists clench against the wall. Jeongin’s lips just brush the back of his neck and then he’s turning to Seungmin, his face softening.
“Let’s get ready for bed while Jinnie calms down, yeah?”
He’s still breathing heavily against the wall, fists clenched; Seungmin’s stomach explodes in butterflies. All the same, he lets Jeongin grab him by the hand—his clean, dry one, not the one covered in Hyunjin’s spit—and lead him towards the bathroom.
“You okay?” Jeongin asks softly, wrapping his arms around Seungmin from behind. He’s a little dizzy, a little dazed. The way he’s brushing his teeth is mechanical because there’s something about him that feels on the verge of malfunction.
“Mhmm,” he hums softly, bending to spit into the sink and rinse his mouth out. When he rises, Jeongin’s lips are at the nape of his neck.
“You liked it?” he asks in a murmur. His fingers flirt with the hem of Seungmin’s T-shirt.
“Yeah,” Seungmin admits.
Jeongin’s fingers come to rub at a tiny strip of exposed skin; they dip the barest bit until his waistband and rub at the skin near his hipbone. “You wanna do something about it tonight?” he offers again. “Or—I know I said I wouldn’t, but I can make Jinnie cum if you want. If you want to watch, I mean.”
Seungmin’s hands grip the edge of the counter. Jeongin’s fingers still rub absently at his skin, his cheek mooshed on Seungmin’s shoulder, looking over at him patiently. It’s so incredibly distracting; he feels like he can’t even think.
On the one hand, he has that building, coiling pressure beginning to build up within him. He knows that Jeongin (and Hyunjin, if that’s what he wants) would do whatever he wanted. Hell, if Seungmin wanted to rock against Jeongin’s hand right here, he’d let him. He’d even help clean him up if he were too tired after the fact.
On the other hand, it would be so extremely satisfying to wait for morning, just to torture Hyunjin a little more. It will be satisfying for him, too.
But, he could get off now. And Hyunjin wouldn’t have to, he could stay desperate and whiny and needy until morning.
And—there’s that thing he’d been wanting to try. If there was ever a headspace in which he could enjoy it, this is probably it—the haze, the delirium, the intoxication of Jeongin’s breath against the back of his neck and his fingers rubbing circles into his bare hipbone.
“Can—Can he try fingering me?” Seungmin asks.
It makes Jeongin suck in a breath, and his fingers quit moving. Out of arousal, yes, but also concern.
“Hang on,” he says, and turns Seungmin around, helps him up to sit on the bathroom counter. “You’re sure?”
“Just think it would work him up more,” Seungmin murmurs. “And—and I think I could enjoy it. Maybe.”
Jeongin chews the inside of his cheek as he considers. Then: “Hyunjin, baby, will you come in here?”
Within seconds, Hyunjin appears at the bathroom door, still quiet and thoroughly chastised, quaking. But he softens when he sees Seungmin, tries to pull himself together. “Y-You okay, Seungminnie?” he asks,
“He wants you to finger him,” Jeongin informs him, and Hyunjin immediately groans and presses his forehead to the doorframe.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, and Seungmin can tell he’s already affected.
“Will you?” he asks.
“Fuck,” he reiterates, sounding broken. He’s still shaking. “I—fuck, Seungminnie, I want to, but I—it’s too much right now. I’m feeling too much. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“What if Jeonginnie does it?” Seungmin bargains, feeling Jeongin’s hands tighten on his thighs. “And you just watch?”
Hyunjin groans again.
“I will,” Jeongin says softly. “If that’s what you want.”
“Let’s just try,” Seungmin says.
And so they pile back into bed. Hyunjin and Jeongin change into pajamas; Seungmin starts out fully undressed, but upon realizing that he’s the only one who’s naked, he insists on throwing on one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, at least.
It’s a bit too intense, the idea of Hyunjin just staring at him while this is happening, so he negotiates a change in position. He ends up against Hyunjin’s chest, letting him help prop his hips up for Jeongin, and he drops fond little kisses into his hair whenever he feels like it.
“Okay,” Jeongin says as he settles between Seungmin’s legs. “Do you want a little or a lot of lube?” He presses a kiss to the inside of his knee.
It’s a fine line, Seungmin thinks, having enough where there’s no rough scraping but not so much that it’s disgustingly messy, because that will surely take him straight out of it. Honestly, he likes seeing the mess on Hyunjin, or even on Jeongin, but the second it’s on him or the bedsheets, he’s out.
“An… adequate amount?” he tries, and Jeongin cracks a smile.
“Adequate but cautious, and let me know if you need more,” Jeongin decides, to which Seungmin nods. There’s the click of the lube bottle, and seconds later, a slick digit pressing against his hole; he clenches involuntarily. “Just relax, okay?”
“I have been fingered before, you know,” Seungmin returns, a little grumpy. And he has—it’s just been a while. And he’s never really liked it. And the entire thing kind of sends anxiety through his whole body.
No, there’s no need. Because nobody will be upset if he doesn’t like it, and Jeongin will stop immediately if Seungmin wants him to, no questions asked. He and Hyunjin will hold him and kiss him and let him fall asleep in their arms, so why should he be nervous about trying this?
So he relaxed, and the tip of Jeongin’s finger breaches his hole. As predicted, it’s tight. It feels like there’s no room at all for such an intrusion, like Jeongin is going to have to carve his own way. He thinks of how Hyunjin’s body always opens up so easily, and realizes again how miraculous that seems to be.
For now, it feels like a whole lot of nothing. Or—not nothing, but certainly not pleasure. Even as Jeongin’s finger presses insistently further, it feels… strange. Wriggling, squirming, crawling.
He thinks of the way Hyunjin sometimes sighs in utter relief when Jeongin finally presses the first finger in, like it’s soothing an ache, like it’s completing him. Seungmin thinks quite the opposite, like he can’t quite breathe. It’s—it doesn’t hurt, but it very much feels like it shouldn’t be there. It feels alien, foreign, an intruder that has every one of his nerves on edge.
“Okay so far?” Jeongin asks.
And—it’s not pleasurable, but it’s not bad. So he nods. He has no idea how on earth Jeongin is going to squeeze a second finger in when it seems his walls have already wrapped snugly around the one, but he doesn’t seem concerned about that just yet.
Seungmin’s cock is not hard. It had been a little, after everything with Hyunjin, but somewhere in the preparations he’d lost it. But that’s okay, he thinks. The goal is this isn’t really to cum, and he doesn’t honestly expect to. He just wants to try something new, to see if it’s better with his boyfriends who he loves than with some random, nameless hookup.
But he sits there with one of Jeongin’s fingers inside him. Hyunjin’s arms still encircle him and he’s nuzzling against his hair happily, contentedly. Jeongin has one of Seungmin’s feet flung over a shoulder, and he occasionally turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of his ankle.
But that’s it, they just let him be and process everything in silence. He can feel himself methodically clenching and relaxing around Jeongin’s finger, and he’s not even really meaning to—he thinks he just isn’t really used to the intrusion. No one before has ever really given him a chance to stew in it, to digest it—to think about it.
Finally, he says, his voice soft, “You can try moving it, Jeonginnie.”
So his finger drags in and out. He starts slow, gentle. Seungmin does feel his walls relaxing with the movement. He settles a little against Hyunjin, lets himself relax more. Hyunjin rewards him by pressing a kiss to his forehead—he thinks the kisses are doing more for him than Jeongin’s finger, actually.
“Have you ever had your prostate stimulated, Seungminnie?” Jeongin asks.
He’s positive he has. Or—for a while he’d been positive he didn’t have a prostate, even as he realizes that’s a little unrealistic. But, anyway, he’s been fucked before. He’s been fingered. He’s certain people have to have brushed over it before, but he’s never felt anything particularly strong from it before.
“Yeah,” he says. “Probably.”
It’s an answer that has Hyunjin snorting against his hair, murmuring, “Ridiculous. You’re so ridiculous.”
Yeah, maybe. Maybe that’s fair. But he’s fairly certain he won’t react like Hyunjin. Seungmin can tell now, when Jeongin zeroes in on his prostate, abuses it. Or else when he purposely dodges dragging his fingers straight over it. Hyunjin always jerks and his cock leaks and he quits being bratty straightaway—usually. Seungmin would like to retain his characteristic snarkiness, he thinks.
Still, as Jeongin’s finger drags forcefully, purposefully across his inner wall, there’s… something. It’s a small little sensation, but it sends one of those little fluttery swoops through his stomach, making him twitch involuntarily in Hyunjin’s arms.
“Is it okay?” Jeongin asks in a murmur.
“I—I think,” Seungmin says, not sure what to make of the sensation. “Try it some more.”
So Jeongin makes sure he presses on that spot with each thrust of his fingers. Surprisingly, it does make his cock harden—not all the way, but a respectable amount. And it does send that curling, wavy feeling through his stomach.
It’s—it’s pleasurable, he guesses. Yeah, no, it’s pleasurable. He’s pretty sure it’s pleasurable. Like, he’s not going to cum from it, but. It’s pleasurable. He’s at least 75% sure.
“Can I try thrusting a little harder?” Jeongin asks.
Seungmin doesn’t think it’ll make a difference—or at least, not a positive one. But they’re already here, they might as well try. So he nods and says, “Yeah, try that.”
So he pulls his finger back to the first knuckle and then, all at once, slams it in up to the base. Oddly, Seungmin’s stomach actually jolts, and it makes him jump.
Jeongin’s been watching his face carefully, monitoring his reactions. “Good reaction or bad?” he asks, unable to tell.
“G-good, I think,” Seungmin says. “Try a few times in a row.”
So Jeongin does, and Seungmin thinks he gains the slightest notion, the smallest sensation of why. He’s been fucked before. He’s been fucked gently and he’s been fucked hard. The movements Jeongin’s doing with his finger he’s experienced before, in some capacity.
But Seungmin doesn’t remember it feeling this good. It’s undeniably pleasure now; something about the harsh and sudden surging of his finger is nice. The little jolts burst through his stomach every time his finger buries all the way inside Seungmin.
It’s pleasurable but he’s not ever going to cum from it, he thinks. His cock has gotten a little harder but honestly he’s gotten harder from Jeongin and Hyunjin kissing him before.
But it’s an idea, a sensation to shelve for later. There’s no rush, and they can explore this again another time. But Seungmin knows that it can feel good, at least if he’s in the right environment, the right headspace. With the right people.
So when Jeongin asks him, “Do you want me to try another finger?” he shakes his head no.
“No, that’s alright,” he says. “That’s enough for tonight.”
Jeongin obediently eases his finger out and goes to clean it off, goes to get a towel to wipe the little bit of lube from Seungmin’s skin.
“How was it, then?” Hyunjin asks, kissing the shell of his ear.
“It was—It felt good, at the end. I’d try it again,” he says.
“Okay,” Hyunjin says, and takes a stabilizing breath against Seungmin’s hair—his cock is still hard under Seungmin’s back.
“Do you wanna cum, angel?” Jeongin asks, though he’s already fetched some underwear and sweatpants for him. “Or—do you want to shower?”
He’s not so messy he has to shower. In the morning, yes, but not now. And, somehow, Jeongin’s finger had cleared the fog, the odd haze that had come over him. He doesn’t think he needs to cum, even though his cock is half-hard.
“No,” he decides, and reaches out to take the clothes from Jeongin. He bridges his hips up to put them on, and then settles on Hyunjin’s other side. “Just—can I have your thigh?”
But Jeongin slides in behind him, wraps his arms around his torso. “Can Hyunjinnie?”
“You’re killing me,” Hyunjin deadpans. “World’s meanest boyfriend.”
But Seungmin grins. “No, come here,” he insists. “I forgot, you’re still in trouble.”
“You can cum in the morning,” Jeongin promises, already nuzzling down against Seungmin’s hair. “Probably.”
“I’m going to jerk off in your cereal tomorrow, Yang Jeongin,” Hyunjin grumbles. “Come here, Seungminnie, you’re the only one who’s nice to me.” He obediently presses his thigh between Seungmin’s legs, and he revels in the pressure for a few moments, simultaneously grounding and dizzying.
And then, just to prove Hyunjin wrong, he reaches his palm down to grope at his crotch, making him gasp and press against his hand. And then he pulls it away and tucks it against Seungmin’s chest.
“I take it back,” Hyunjin comments. “You’re both dead to me.”
“Good,” Jeongin snorts. “We can watch movies without distractions.”
“I’m convinced you two only watch the same movies over and over again so you can make out during them,” Hyunjin shoots back.
“And they’re free,” Seungmin supplies. “You owe me fifty dollars, Hyunjinnie.”
“I’ll pay you back with my body.”
“Pass.”
“With kisses?”
“I’ll consider it,” Seungmin amends.
“Both of you shut up,” Jeongin whines. “It’s late.”
And Seungmin is tired. He has the warmth of each of his boyfriends at his front and at his back, and Hyunjin’s thigh offers him the hazy pleasure that makes it pretty easy to drift to sleep. When they wake up in the morning, probably both Hyunjin and Jeongin will be too horny and delirious to wait again on Seungmin’s behalf, but he knows where he fits in between them. If nothing else, he’ll content himself to watch, and know that his boyfriends like that just as well.