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It started a few months ago, after Jeongin had been out drinking with friends one night. They all stumble down the street, hats low and masks high, laughing as they cling onto each other for stability. Eventually, they make their way into a small restaurant. He slumps into his seat as he chews, resting his head against the cold wall until the room stops spinning. One by one his friends sober up and call cabs or Ubers to get home. 

Jeongin sits alone on a bench in the cold night air as he waits for his ride, mindlessly scrolling until he hears a feminine voice calling his name. His first instinct is to hide his face and wave, he’s used to being recognized in public but he’s still buzzed and can’t risk tarnishing his reputation. She repeats herself, cautiously walking closer, and he finally recognizes the voice. 

Jeongin isn’t the type of man who thinks of himself as having “exes”, he doesn’t date, but he does hook up with someone until it fizzles out and they eventually ghost each other. And she was one of the more memorable ones, though he can’t remember if it was positive or negative in his current state. 

He locks his phone and looks up, she’s separates herself from her friends, shooing them into the restaurant as she approaches. He smiles behind his mask, hoping it translates to his eyes as he greets her. She sits on the opposite side of the bench as him, careful to maintain proper distance as they catch up. 

A black sedan slowly approaches the curb with its windows down and his phone vibrates, notifying him his ride is waiting for him. 

“Where are you heading?” She asks with an innocent tone. 

“Home, are you staying to eat? Or I can pay for you to get home, too.” He offers, he might not do relationships but he’s enough of a gentleman to not leave a lady stranded in the city at night. 

She smiles and drags her eyes up and down his frame “You could always save the money and just take me home with you.” 

He laughs and shakes his head. “Hyung’s would be disappointed if I brought someone over without giving them time to make the place look like it belonged in an interior design magazine.” He lies, he knows he can’t risk outing any of them, and their home is their safe space. 

She looks disappointed but says she understands, “We actually have a car, you and I could… put it to use, for old time’s sake.” He agrees and sends the driver away, apologizing profusely and generously tipping on top of the cancellation fee. 

It doesn’t take long for them to slip into a dark alleyway and make their way into the back seat of the car, who’s car? He has no idea, but he’s been in such a dry spell he really couldn’t care less. 

They agree to keep things non penetrative as they were unprepared and the last thing either idol needs is a pregnancy scare. With the boundary firmly established they waste no time fervently making out and groping each other's bodies. He kisses down her neck, his large hands delicately palming her breasts through the fabric of her dress as she grinds against his thigh. He moves his hands to her hips, gently encouraging her movements as he pulls the dress up to her waist before squeezing his lanky body into the available floor space. It’s an awkward position at his height, but it’s one he’s all too familiar with. He looks up admiringly as he drags his hands over her silky legs before pressing soft kisses into her inner thigh. She squirms under his touch and he smiles into the skin as he moves higher, grazing his lips over soft pink lace of her panties as he moves to the other thigh. She’s already so fucking wet it’s seeping through the fabric, and he can’t wait any longer. He throws both her legs over his broad shoulders and looks up questioningly, she nods. He pulls her panties to the side, delicately kissing the newly exposed skin before slipping his tongue between her wet lips. She gasps, her hands reaching down to card themselves through his dyed hair as she exhales a soft moan. He flattens his tongue and slowly circles her clit until she’s pushing her hips forward, softly grinding into his mouth and he happily allows it. 

He can feel the alcohol leaving his body as his blood rushes to his cock, her soft moans leaving him feeling needy between her thighs. He drops one hand between his own legs, subtly palming at himself to relieve some of the tension. Her thighs start quaking as he gently encircles his swollen clit with his lips, lapping his tongue over it as it passes the threshold. Her legs tighten like a vice around his head and she cums with a guttural moan as they’re both frozen in place. “This. This is why she was memorable,” he thinks to himself.

Her legs relax and fall back to his shoulders and she breathes in ragged breaths, he licks his lips clean and wipes the back of his hand across his chin before slipping out from between her legs and squeezing himself back into the seat. 

“You okay?” He checks sheepishly

She nods “God, you’re so fucking good at that.” It’s enough to make him blush and he’s thankful for the darkness surrounding them. He leans forward to kiss her again and she grimaces, holding her hand up to stop him. “Oh yeah, there was a negative. It’s not like he could go brush his teeth now.” He thinks to himself, groaning internally. 

“Your turn?” She asks, almost shy as she reaches for his belt. She doesn't touch or kiss him as she undresses him and it feels impersonal. He lifts his hips, allowing her to pull everything down to his knees and she hesitantly wraps her lips around his cock and works slowly, then too quickly, like she’s unable to decide on a pace. He cautiously places a hand on her hair to guide her and she shakes it off. The longer she continues the more her teeth scrape, he can feel himself going soft in her mouth and she pulls off disapprovingly. He blames it on the alcohol, though he knows he’s sober by this point. They fix their clothes in awkward silence and get out of the car separately once they’re sure nobody else is around. 

He meets her back in front of the restaurant and attempts to apologize again, silently pleading with himself to avoid this awkward encounter if it ever arises again. They say their goodbyes and she joins her friends again while Jeongin walks to the convenience store and buys himself another drink, planning to drown his embarrassment before his car gets there. 

He’s mostly successful, only partly spilling down the front of his shirt as he chugs the last few drops when the car comes into view- thankfully, it’s a different driver. He gets dropped off at the convenience store around the corner from his dorm this time, buying one last drink as he was truly feeling sorry for himself at this point. 

He opens it in the elevator, haphazardly leaning into the cold metal walls as it carries him up. He stumbles out and keeps one hand on the wall as he guides himself to his front door, the other firmly gripping his drink and bringing it to his lips intermittently. He finally makes it to the door in what feels like three times longer than it should’ve been, laughing at himself as he mistypes the code the first time. He squeezes one eye shut and uses all of his concentration to get it right this time, silently cheering for himself as he steps through the door and kicks off his shoes. 

He yells upon entering, “Hyungs! I’m hoooome~” the last part is drawn out as he stumbles into the living room. He must look like a mess because Felix and Seungmin both turn and look startled from the middle of the living room. 

“Innie, are you drunk?” He nods happily with his eyes mostly shut. Minho and Jisung come tumbling down the hallway, both halfway dressed as usual. 

He can’t tell if Minho looks angry or worried, “How’d you get home? You should’ve called.”

Jeongin holds up his phone, waving it around “Called a cab.” He slurs as he stumbles further, crashing down on the couch and almost spilling from his can. Seungmin finally moves from his space, taking the drink from his hand and that’s when Jeongin finally sees it. 

Hyunjin, on his knees, with his arms bound to his sides and wrists bound together in front of him. He stares for a long time, probably too long to be polite and Felix carefully steps in front of him to partially obstruct his view. 

“Holy shit what’d you do, kidnap him?” 

Felix’s eyebrows raise at the question, “No, no. He came here on his own.” They all look nervous.

Minho gently pats his head, “He asked them to do this, Jeonginnie. We thought you’d call us for a ride, we didn’t mean for you to walk into all this.” He gestures around.

“Pretty.” He hums as his head falls back on the cushion “likeapresent” he slurs 

Hyunjin finally speaks, peeking around Felix’s legs “Do you wanna watch, Innie?” He smirks up at Felix, knowing his boyfriend would do absolutely for him, even if it got him in trouble in the end.  

Jeongin sits up and meets his gaze with unfocused eyes. “Watch what?” Felix moves to the side and exposes Hyunjin again.

“They’re not done tying me up yet. Have you ever seen this before?” Jeongin just stares “You can’t touch me, but you can watch.”

He blinks excessively, willing his eyes to focus until he’s suddenly blushing and averting his gaze “Your dick is out! Has it been out this whole time?!” 

The rest of them choke back laughter, Minho rests his hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “the whole time. Want Minnie and I to get you into bed?”

“Bed.” He croaks out “Sorry-sorry I saw your dick, Hyung.” He feels himself be pulled off the couch, two sets of shoulders nestling into his armpits as he staggers towards his room. 

He opens his eyes again and he’s nestled in his bed, unsure of who tucked him in but there’s water on his nightstand and he gratefully guzzles it down. He feels his pockets until he finds his phone, the notification from his driver is only an hour and a half old. He’s still a little dizzy but the pieces of the puzzle are slowly fitting back together. He groans in embarrassment as he recalls what he accidentally walked into and pulls the covers over his face as it burns. He can still smell the girls perfume on his clothes and he groans again, He wants to get up and shower but he doesn’t want to open his door. 

 “Minho-Hyung, is it safe to come out of my room?”

There’s a knock at his door “It’s me, can I come in?” He allows it and Minho cautiously sits at the end of his bed. “We’re sorry, Innie. We really thought we had more time, we usually keep it behind closed doors unless we know you aren’t going to be here. I really thought you noticed he was naked before then. He knows he shouldn’t have asked when you weren’t sober, he’s just been a brat lately.” 

Jeongin can feel his ears and cheeks burning “We?”

Minho clears his throat “Well, when men love each other-“ he’s cut off by Jeongin kicking his feet under the blanket towards him. He cackles before he continues “No, really. Jisingie and I love each other more than anything, you know that, right?” He nods sheepishly “And Jinnie and Lix love each other too. And Minnie… well, he won’t admit it but he loves us all too.” He whispers the next part,  “And don’t tell him or it’ll go to his head, but we love him too.”  

Jeongin still feels a little buzzed and his head swarms with questions that he can’t contain, he’d seen them all leaving the bathroom or each other's room late at night or early in the morning. In a pair. It hadn’t occurred to him that it could be a group thing too “So… you're all together?” 

Minho shakes his head “Not exactly. We’re not not together, but we aren’t together. Does that make sense?” He shakes his head and pulls his eyebrows together, “Jisungie is my boyfriend. And I’m his. Felix and Hyunjin have been in love with each other for years, so let’s call them boyfriends to make this a little easier.” Jeongin nods “and Seungmin… he’s not anyone’s boyfriend, but also he’s kinda like a part-time boyfriend for all 4 of us. It’s sexual, but it’s also more than that. We have a lot of trust in each other, and sometimes we show that trust by engaging in ‘unusual’ activities. What you saw tonight is a perfect example of that. Do you remember what you saw?”

Jeongin feels his blush intensify, though he could’ve sworn it wasn’t possible “Hyunjin-Hyung was naked… and… tied up.” He presses his lips into a straight line “Shibari. I saw Hyung tied up like a fucking present.” He blurts out. 

“A pretty present.” He teases and Jeongin hides under his covers again. 

“That’s not what I meant, Hyung. I have the worst blue balls of my life, anything could be pretty. I couldn’t even see straight. He’s… he’s.. ugh!” He thrashes under the blanket as Minho does his best to laugh silently. “So you all fuck, but it’s like a dom/sub thing. Not just like a boyfriend thing. Is that right?”

“Very good, Innie. You were listening. And you’ve already done your own research” Minho Praises and waits for Jeongin’s head to poke back out from under the covers. “Wanna talk about what happened while you were out?”

He throws the covers down “All the research and nowhere to try it. No I don’t wanna talk about it, Hyung. I still smell like her fucking perfume and alcohol, I just want to shower.” He goes to throw his legs off the bed and the room spins as he sits up, he must look dazed because Minho quickly steadies him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“You’re still drunk. I don’t know if that’s safe.” 

He whines and throws himself backward into the mattress, “I smell like disappointment. Hyung I swear if I have to smell her perfume for another second…” he trails off “she just used so much teeth. It’s like I can still feel them.” He shudders.

Minho cocks an eyebrow “too much teeth or not enough fingers?” 

Jeongin groans again, curling into a ball with his back towards Minho “Wish we never talked about that, Hyung.”

He scoots closer, “There’s nobody better to learn about safe butt stuff than me, you can admit it.” 

“Are you offering to help, Hyung?” He snaps and immediately apologizes, “She wouldn’t even kiss me after I went down on her, how am I supposed to ask her to put a finger in my ass when she’s practically biting my dick off?!” 

Minho chokes, practically falling off the bed with laughter. “You’re right, that sounds terrible. Let’s get you to the shower but I’m gonna have someone stay close by in case you fall, please leave the door unlocked.” 

Jeongin showers sluggishly, roughly scrubbing his body until he feels his disgust wash away. He didn’t intend to sound mean, but he realizes now that he did. He didn’t mean to complain about how bad the head was, even if it was honest. He didn’t mean to snap at Minho because he was embarrassed, especially when Minho is the only one he feels comfortable confiding in about this stuff. He’s wound up, irritated that he hasn't had an orgasm in over a month that hasn’t been self induced, and maybe teetering on the edge of still being drunk and not just buzzed- but he knows that’s not an excuse. He shoves his head under the stream of water, those are sober Jeongin’s problems to apologize for tomorrow. Right now it was drunk Jeongin’s job to make himself feel better, and he wasn’t lying when he’d told Minho he had the worst blue ball of his life, he may have exaggerated a little, but he didn’t lie. 

He shivers, fully convinced he can still feel the scraping of teeth down his shaft as his cock hangs limp between his legs. He wraps his hand around it hesitantly, hissing as it immediately springs to life. He wills the feeling away with every stroke until he’s overtaken with need. He starts panting as he pumps himself in earnest, quietly groaning through each short lived wave of pleasure. He drops to his knees dejectedly, standing is hard when the room still wants to spin sometimes. He keeps trying to make himself cum, growing more frustrated every time he reaches the precipice only to feel it slipping away. He curses in frustration as spits in his opposite palm and rubs it between his cheeks. He sighs in defeat as he sticks the fingers of that same hand into his mouth until they’re slick with saliva. His head falls back and he moans too loud for comfort as one of those fingers slowly breaches his rim. 

Maybe a part of him didn’t want Minho to be right, maybe he didn’t want to feel dependent on prostate stimulation to get off because he felt like he couldn’t ask a girl he was sleeping with to do that for him, maybe there was another reason deep down he couldn’t admit to himself yet, but those are sober Jeongin’s problems. 

He twists his wrist and pumps his finger experimentally as he searches for the bundle of nerves, this would be much easier if he could lay down. He gasps when he finally hits it, prodding against it until beads of precum form at his slit. Only then does he start stroking himself again, moving both hands to fulfill his needs. His body writhes as he concentrates on withholding his moans, his jaw hangs slack and he feels his eyes start to roll back. Hips hips move of their own accord, fucking himself on his finger as if it’s not enough, so he adds another. His knees splay outward at the pleasure, accidentally knocking over everyone’s shower products with a crash. 

The door flies open and a nervous Seungmin runs in, immediately pulling open the fogged shower door “Are you okay?!” His face goes from white as a sheet to red as a tomato in an instant as he locks eyes with Jeongin in his extremely compromising position. 

“Hyung! Shit-” he growls as he feels his release slipping away again.

“Shit-Innie-I-“ he stutters as he fixes his eyes on the ceiling “did you fall or do you want to be on the floor?” 

“I want to be here! Watch or get out. I’m fucking desperate right now, don’t interrupt me again if you’re not offering to help.” Seungmin meekly closes the shower door as Jeongin mutters an apology and immediately sets back to his task, the lewd wet noise of his hand on his cock now deafening as the bathroom door is pulled shut. He cums almost immediately, painting the tiles in milky white ribbons as he clenches unbelievably hard around his own two fingers. 

He breathes raggedly as he blinks the black spots from his vision and his ears ring. He cleans himself up from the floor, scooting into the stream of water on his knees and carefully erasing his evidence before he slowly stands and shuts it off. 

He’s finally almost satisfied but now he’s even more confused. Surely it had been a combination of adrenaline and stimulation that had him coming apart so quickly, he reassures himself. He dries himself and cracks the door open, peeking his head out and awkwardly making eye contact with Seungmin who’s still dutifully sitting against the wall near the door “I’m- I’m really sorry Hyung. I’m gonna go to my room now.” 

He nods and stands up “Me too, Innie. I shouldn’t have just-“ 

Jeongin interrupts “Minho-Hyung warned me someone would be close by. You were just doing what he asked.”

They look between each other pleadingly, almost equally embarrassed. 

“Drink some more water before you sleep, I’ll leave my door cracked until you make it to your room. Night, Innie.”

“Night, Hyung.” 

He flops into bed in sweats and an oversized T-shirt, finally feeling completely sober and absolutely dehydrated. He rolls to face his nightstand where he finally realizes someone has lined up several water bottles and plugged his phone in for him. There’s no denying he loves the special treatment he gets from his Hyungs, especially when he feels kinda guilty for everything that happened. He cracks a new water open and downs half of it with shaky hands, before finally falling asleep. 

The sun creeps through his curtains the next morning, slowly waking him with a splitting headache, and regret washes over him immediately. He groans as he sits up, forcing himself to swallow a few sips of water with an uneasy stomach. He blinks away the fuzziness and pulls a hoodie over his tired body, yanking the hood down his forehead as much as possible before he shuffles to the bathroom. He splashes water on his puffy face, sniffles back tears and takes a long hard look at himself in the mirror as he brushes his teeth. Once he regains his composure, he makes his way to the kitchen where he can hear hushed voices and dishes clanking. He looks at Jisung with apologetic eyes as he trudges towards Minho and bends to rest his forehead against the back of his shoulder as he stirs a pot of soup on the stove “Sorry I was a dick, Minho-Hyung.”

He reaches back and pats his head reassuringly, “It’s okay, bud. I’ve dealt with worse. You really weren’t bad, how are you feeling?” 

He grumbles and presses his head in harder “Like shit. Where is everyone else? I think I owe them an apology too…”

“Minnie is at a Vocal lesson,” Jeongin gasps and checks the clock on the microwave “He told them you have a sore throat, you’re free for the day. Call them and reschedule when you’re ready.” He swallows hard as he feels a lump form in his throat, nodding in response “Jinnie and Lix are at the studio, or at Hyunjin’s, don’t remember but they’re not here.” 

Minho ushers him to the table and sandwiches him between the two of them as they eat, tears silently dripping down Jeongin’s face. The sight makes Jisung sob in return, leaving Minho to quietly comfort both of them and forgo his meal. 

Jeongin sulks his way back to his room with a somewhat full stomach and stuffy nose, curling back into his sheets before grabbing his phone with the intention of checking his schedule and making an appointment with his vocal coach. His stomach drops as he unlock the screen, a 3am message from Seungmin flashes across the screen. He opens it with dread, accepting he deserves to be told off for the way he’d spoken to him. 

“Ask me again when you’re sober.”

He panics, his hands shake and he drops his phone into the mattress. There’s a knot in his stomach as he replays last night's incident three times over in his mind. He basically told Seungmin to watch, he basically asked two of his Hyungs to help him get off… and he’d have allowed it, too. He throws the blankets over his head, hiding from himself and thanking the stars he had such respectful roommates that they didn’t even consider crossing the line. 

He knows damn well Seungmin would watch in a heartbeat, Jinnie told the whole world about how Seungmin would watch him shower. He sees Seungmin walk out of the bathroom dry and fully clothed with another member in just a towel multiple times a week. Did he actually want that? Why would he want that? He shakes the thoughts from his aching head and decides not to answer, opting to make an appointment with his vocal coach in two days time instead, assuming he doesn’t die of embarrassment by then. 

He must’ve fallen asleep again because the next thing he hears is a small tap at his door and himself groggily inviting them in. His eyes snap open as footsteps approach and Seungmin sits cross legged on the floor, facing his bed at a safe distance. Jeongin gulps and immediately rubs the sleep from his eyes. He can hear his pulse in his ears and feel the burn across his cheeks. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. 

Seungmin speaks first instead “Don’t apologize, Innie.” He looks sincere, maybe a little nervous. 

“Hyung, I-”

“Did nothing wrong. And have nothing to apologize for. I interrupted you. I was afraid you were hurt, but you weren’t, and I interrupted you. I’ve made sure I never crossed that line with you, and last night I was willing to jump over it.” He pauses and stares at the floor “I hesitated to leave, I text you, I should be apologizing.” He goes on to explain that he refused aftercare when they finished the scene, insisting he be the one to stay and check in on him as to not interrupt the couples. Usually he’d stay in one of their rooms overnight to level himself out, allowing himself softness, but he didn’t feel that the scene required it, unfortunately he was wrong. He spent the night feeling possessive, slipping from dom space alone- but that wasn’t an acceptable excuse. He’d reached out in a moment of inappropriate weakness, and he’d regret making Jeongin feel uncomfortable. 

“Minho-Hyung didn’t tell me to open the shower door. He did tell me to open the bathroom door and check you were okay if I heard anything. I panicked and opened the shower of my own accord… because I was scared shitless you were hurt and I felt possessive seeing how vulnerable you looked when you got home. You’re not my sub, Innie. I don’t get to demand things from you. You’ve never given me permission to see you in that state, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

The air is noticeably thick between them as Jeongin digests the information, “I didn’t know there was a dom space…” he starts softly “are you okay, Hyung?” 

He stares up in disbelief “Yeah, I’m okay Innie. Are you okay?” 

He nods “hangovers mostly gone. Do you need to lay with me? I don’t know what to do, but we can hang out.”

Seungmin stares incredulously “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” He agrees and they lay side by side, Seungmin stays on top of the covers as far apart as he can manage and they both stare at the ceiling. 

“I’m not a sub, Hyung. At least, I don’t think I’m a sub.”
He can feel Seungmin nodding “Switches are valid too. Jinnie’s a switch. Hannie is too, he’s actually pretty impressive. Don’t tell him I said that though, I’ll never hear the end of it.” They both laugh as the anxiety easily dissipates. 

“I’ve never tried either, if we’re being honest… remember when I choked you?” 

“Which time?” He laughs

“Any of them. I liked it. Not, like, sexually… but the power. And I don’t think subs choke their doms… so that’s part of the reason I don’t think I’m a sub.”

Seungmin rolls on his side to face Jeongin, still staying as far apart as they can manage. “Switches do. Assuming their partner is into that. Can I try something? I swear I won’t touch you. I won’t even move. Just testing a theory.” He tucks his hands between his knees. 

“What, like a dom test? Is that a thing?” He giggles “sure you can try your thing if you don’t touch me.”

Seungmin inhales and exhales loudly through his nose, “Look at me.” His tone is authoritative yet calm, Jeongin’s head snaps to the side immediately and he blankly stares into his eyes. He swears he can see him holding back a smirk as his eyebrow quirks “Good job, you can look away.” He feels his stomach flip and he slowly turns back towards the ceiling. “Do you like guys, Innie?”

“No?” He squeaks but it comes out as more of a question than a response. 

“But you do like…” he trails off

Jeongin starts rambling “Yeah but Minho-Hyung already explained that’s not gay. It’s where our g-spot is. And I don't know if you’ve ever- have you ever been with a girl before? Anyway. I don’t know if you’ve ever made a girl squirt before, but I love it. Sorry, that’s probably TMI, but that’s how I accidentally found out about g-spots. And then Hyung found me looking it up- how to do it, not porn- and he told me I had one too. Gave me some lube, told me to look it up and the rest is history.” 

Seungmin laughs so hard the bed shakes and when he finally regains his composure he has to wipe tears from his eyes “I’m learning so much about you. Yeah, I’ve been with a woman. No, I didn’t make her squirt. But I can make a man cum from prostate stimulation alone, so I think we’re pretty equal.”

“Oh… I can’t… I can’t do that. To me. Not a guy. I haven’t fucked a guy.” He presses his lips into a straight line, “is this how you felt when I overshared?” Now they’re both laughing, any awkwardness finally gone. He rolls on his side “Thanks, Hyung. I needed this.” Seungmin reaches out to ruffle his hair but stops short, his hand falling dejectedly between them. “What was that?” 

“I was gonna” he moves his hand side to side like he’s ruffling imaginary hair “but I didn’t know if it’d be weird.”

He looks at him almost disappointed, “you can touch my hair Hyung. It’s normal.” He smiles and closes his eyes as Seungmin softly strokes his hair 

“Thanks Innie, I needed this too.”

“Gonna stop refusing your aftercare?”

“Gonna stop coming home sloppy drunk and looking like wounded little fox?” 

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Two weeks have passed and Jeongin has spent every minute of his free time researching. He knew there had to be a reasonable explanation behind why he has the urge to ask Seungmin to follow him to the bathroom every time he showers.

He’s come to the conclusion he probably just wants to be watched… And that it’s not gay if Seungmin is just watching, not participating, especially if he doesn’t even get himself off.

He gathers his courage and brings it up the next time they’re alone, firmly setting ground rules. It has to stay between them, Seungmin has to stay fully clothed, not touch himself, and not make comments about Jeongin’s body. It seems much less gay that way. 

The first time is awkward, mostly silent. He doesn’t do anything but get clean and get out, he does allow Seungmin to hand him the towel. By the third time it’s comfortable, they hold a casual conversation and he’s significantly less shy being seen. After a week he’s almost excited, taking his time to shave his face afterward with his towel dangerously loose around his waist. 

Jeongin decides it’s time to reassess their boundaries. He asks permission to get himself off, and gives permission to make comments about his body, if Seungmin chooses. 

It feels different the next time, it’s the middle of the night, everyone else is in their rooms or out of the house, and he can feel Seungmin’s eyes devouring him as he steps into the water. His hands shake with excitement, or nerves, he genuinely can’t tell.

He’s fully hard before he even touches himself, purposefully keeping his back to Seungmin until he feels confident.

He peers over his shoulder and receives a reassuring nod, he takes a deep breath and turns halfway, pressing his back into the tile wall and giving a side profile view.

He finishes almost embarrassingly quick, doubling over in pleasure with only his hand around his cock. He’s breathing shakily as he peeks over, just in time to watch Seungmin’s mouth clamp shut. 

“That okay, Hyung?”

He nods, jaw visibly tense “That was good, Innie. You look good.”

He turns himself back toward the water, rinsing his hands and then the tiles “It’s not usually… it normally takes longer than that, I promise.” He laughs dryly, somewhat embarrassed, absolutely positive he’s unlocked a new kink. 

“Feels better when you’re being watched, hmm?” He nods as he steps out to dry himself, still half hard “It’s okay, you’re not the only one who thinks so.”

It quickly becomes their new normal, I.N feels as if he’s accidentally Pavlov’d himself into being unable to bathe without craving a pair of eyes on him, he feels practically addicted.

After a few days of solo showers he’s practically dragging Minnie to the bathroom by his shirt collar as soon as he gets home in the middle of the day.

Seungmin looks smug from his usual seat on the closed toilet lid and it only spurs Jeongin on as he hastily pulls his clothes off. 

“They’re gonna be home soon Innie, you’re sure you wanna do this now?”

He looks desperate “I feel like I need it, Hyung. Is it okay?” He answers with a nod, his eyes fixed on the perfect naked form in front of him.

Jeongin washes as quickly as possible, as horny as he is he did actually need to get clean.

He turns with a cocky smirk as he walks to the panel of glass closest to Seungmin, who's still sitting with his hands on his thighs and a smug smile across his face.

Something snaps inside I.N and he wants control, he wants to watch that smug look disappear, he starts slowly stroking himself “Like what you see, Hyung?”

“Always. Are you asking for praise?” He’s leaning forward, eyebrow cocked. 

His heart races, was he? He shakes his head “Trying to get that smug look off your face.” Seungmin’s stands and steps forward, the only thing separating them is a few centimeters of glass. 

“You pulled me in here before I could even make it to my room. I deserve to look smug. Are you trying to take control, Innie?” Their eyes are dark as they stare at each other, his hand still slowly moving. Jeongin shakes his head yes. “Words, little Fox.” 

His jaw drops open and his breath stutters, “Y-yes. I want control.” Seungmin backs up and sits again.

“You’ve had it the whole time. You make the rules. You pick the time. You dragged me in here.” He leans back, shifting his hips forward as he crosses his arms “You’ll never be my dom, you’re not my sub, but you’re in charge while we’re in here.”

He’s watching with a look he’s never seen before. “Trust me, Little Fox, you’ll know when I’m in charge.” He shudders and braces himself against the glass with his forearm, he feels his stomach do that weird flip again at the pet name, even if it sounds condescending. “And your body does look fucking amazing today.” 

That does the trick. Why’d that work? He’ll worry about that later. Jeongin groans as he speeds up “oh what the fuck…” He leans forward and presses his forehead against his arm, squeezing his eyes shut as his panting breath fogs up the glass.

There’s silence between them, the running water and his wet skin rubbing over itself is deafening. He’s actively holding himself from cumming, determined to make the feeling last as long as possible… until they're interrupted. 

Hyunjin whines as he throws open the door they forgot to lock, so comfortable you’d think he actually lives there.

“Minnie why’d you start without me~”  He freezes, shocked as his head whips back and forth between them. Seungmin stands and grips the back of his hair so hard he yelps, immediately turning him away from the shower as Jeongin attempts to cover himself with his hands. 

His eyes are dark, his smug look replaced with the unfamiliar one Jeongin saw earlier “Look at me. Don’t you fucking dare look at him. Don’t even talk to him.” He can see Hyunjin’s knees start to buckle “When did we stop knocking, princess? Who else is here?” 

“Sorrysorrysorrysorry” he’s practically on his knees now, Seungmin’s fingers still tightly laced through his long blonde hair. “Just me. Should’ve knocked. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

His pleas are ignored entirely, “What do you want to do, Innie?” 

He points to himself, confused, and watches as Seungmin looks between him and the lithe puddle of a man on the floor, Oh it clicks. “Guess he can stay since he already knows, but he doesn’t get to look, only you. I was so close before he so rudely interrupted us.” 

Seungmin looks proud as a devilish grin creeps across his face. He takes his seat again, pulling Hyunjin to straddle him as he keeps his hand in place. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He starts slowly again, eyes open and fixed on them. He can’t help but notice the way Hyunjin’s hair falls from the back as it’s tangled in Seungmin’s fingers, he can’t look away.

Quiet moans spill out freely and he convinces himself it’s because he basically edged himself when he was interrupted.

He swears he can hear Hyunjin whimpering as he gets closer, he moans louder and watches as he grinds himself into Seungmin’s lap, his free hand immediately gripping Hyunjin’s hip so tightly he can see exactly where each finger digs into the muscle.

He cums harder than he has since they started this, unbridled moans spill out freely when multiple spurts audibly hit the glass and drip down.

He watches them as he strokes himself into near overstimulation and Hyunjin is definitely whimpering, firmly held in place by his hair and his hip. 

Jeongin has to crouch down and catch his breath or he’s afraid he might pass out, he rinses his hands from down on the ground and when he stands up to clean the glass Seungmin finally speaks again

“You can leave it. Someone still needs a punishment, I’ll make him clean it for you.” 

Jeongin's face goes from confused, to disgusted, to intrigued in three seconds flat “My cum is a privilege, Hyung. A reward. He doesn’t even get to see it until he learns his lesson.” He cups water in his hands and washes it away, his palms squeaking over the glass to make his point.

He and Seungmin continue talking as he dries himself, pretending Hyunjin isn’t even there. He goes to leave and gets halfway through the door before he rushes back in and slams it shut. 

“Yongbok. Fuck. Shit! Tell me you didn’t just cheat on him with me.” Seungmin tries to answer for him and Jeongin snaps “I need to hear it from him. Let him fucking look at me.” He’s shaking, unsure if it’s rage or guilt. 

Hyunjin is released and he scrambles to his feet, “I didn’t, Innie. I promise! I’m allowed to do this. I have blanket consent for every one of you. I swear I wouldn’t have stayed if I thought it’d hurt him. I wouldn’t do that to either one of you.”

Jeongin breathes shakily, leaning against the door and sliding down it until he’s slumped on the floor, his towel holding on for dear life. “You really promise? He’s not gonna be mad? You’re not gonna break up because of me?”

Hyunjin kneels beside him, cupping his pale face between his hands “I promise. Luckily for me I have the best boyfriend in the world.” He giggles “I don’t usually say that part out loud. I forgot you didn’t know our rules because I didn’t know you liked guys. But we tell each other everything. I’m gonna need you to decide when it’s okay for me to do that.”

“Oh I- I don’t. I don’t like guys.” He looks between the other two “this is strictly platonic. I just realized a few weeks ago that I like to be watched, so he just sits there and watches me.” Seungmin agrees “You can tell him whenever you want, nobody else yet though… please.” 

Hyunjin rushes forward to hug him so quickly he knocks the back of his head on the door, “I’m always available when Minnie isn’t. I used to hook up with straight guys. Everyone was blowing each other when we were trainees.”

Seungmin sighs and pulls him back by his hair “Wear your headphones unless you wanna hear me fuck and edge him for the next hour. Minimum. Teach him to knock.”

He leads him back far enough for Jeongin to stand again “he gets off on it, too. Knowing people are watching and listening. Consider this blanket consent, knock twice if you ever wanna try watching, right princess?” Hyunjin nods, absolutely giddy. 

Jeongin spends as little time at home as possible the next few days as he carefully weighs his options. He plans extra vocal lessons, dermatologist appointments, a full health checkup, anything and everything to keep him occupied- everything except a casual hookup.

He hadn’t realized it originally, but he has had no interest in pursuing anyone. He feels more satisfied than he has in a long time, and he’s using his time alone to convince himself he’s just happy he’s finally getting to explore his new kink.

He takes himself to lunch after practice one day, promptly eating himself into a food coma and deciding to head home and nap. He’s met with a surprise when he enters his room, on his bed is a rectangular shipping box clearly addressed to Minho but it’s crossed off and his name is hand written there instead, along with jureumi. 

He laughs to himself as he rips the tape open, immediately snapping the box shut again and whipping his head around like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

He peeks inside again and his jaw drops, inside is a smaller box with a clear window displaying its contents- Minho bought him a dildo.

He locks his door and takes the package out to read the description printed on its side. It’s crystal clear, roughly 5 inches long and moderately thick considering he’s only ever used his own fingers. It’s slightly curved and has a wide suction cup attached to its base. He’ll have to thank him for not picking something fully dick shaped once the shock wears off.

He opens the box with shaky fingers. It's barely thicker than his fingers which he’s become accustomed to, but it still looks intimidating.

He sits in silence with it in his hand for a while and his face burns with embarrassment and excitement as he texts Minho a nervous what the fuck followed by a shy thank you.

Minho responds immediately, telling him to wash it well before and after and use lots of lube. Which he didn’t send because he should already be using it. But he has a new bottle if he needs it. 

It takes a few tries to find the right position but once he does, he’s practically sobbing and biting his pillow he’s thrown over his face in an attempt to muffle his sounds and he feels addicted all over again. 

His need for alone time quickly shifts from making endless appointments to locking himself in his room at the end of the day.

At one point he’s lucky enough to be home alone while everyone is out, he makes sure the front door is locked and locks himself into his bedroom, allowing himself to be slightly louder than usual.

He quickly realizes he enjoys it even more when all he has to focus on is the pleasure and not suppressing every sound he makes.

He doesn’t hear the front door unlock, he doesn’t even hear the footsteps down the hall, and he feels like he’s going to jump out of his skin when there’s a knock at his door. 

His whole body burns as he quickly pulls the toy out and shoves it under his covers “Do you have Minnie with you?”

He snaps up immediately, pulling on pants and rushing to the door. He opens it and sticks his head through the crack, keeping the rest of his body tucked behind the door “What the fuck, Hyung?!” He snaps at Hyunjin, as he whips his head back and forth scanning the rest of the hallway. 

Hyunjin’s eyes go wide “It’s just me. Sorry I thought you heard me.” He tries to stand on his toes and look over Jeongin’s head “Is Minnie in there? I finished early.” He finally takes a moment to actually look at Hyunjin, his face is flushed and his hair is soaked with sweat. 

“I didn’t… no he’s not.” He’s suddenly acutely aware of the slickness of the lube in his ass and his throbbing cock again and he can’t look Hyunjin in the face “Sorry, I thought I was alone. How long have you been here?”

“Just a minute… or a few.” He bites his lips and pushes his wet hair out of his face. “That’s um… why I thought maybe he was home?” Jeongin groans with embarrassment and strongly considers shutting the door and hiding for the rest of the night. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. But I remembered to knock!” He looks genuinely proud at the last part. 

He can’t help but laugh, “Yup. You knocked. Now he just needs to work on your timing.”

“Oh! Oh… shit. sorry.”

His mouth speaks before his brain can tell it to shut up “Yeah maybe you should ask to edge me next time instead of surprising me with it.”  There’s a moment of silence as he registers exactly what just left his mouth and when he can finally bring himself to look up Hyunjin is wearing a big goofy smile. 

“Maybe I will.” Jeongin rolls his eyes and shuts the door on Hyunjin for dramatic effect.

“I’m gaming with your boyfriend later. Come back then, we can hang out normally.”

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It takes just over a month from the point when Hyunjin sat with his back to the shower for the newness and excitement of simply being watched to wear off. Despite his constant teasing and offering I.N still hasn't allowed him to join, silently reveling in the power he knows he holds though tension between them has grown noticeably thick. 

One evening they're in Hyunjin’s room, eating snacks off his tiny table while they watch a drama he's hoping will inspire his next project. He sighs dramatically as they reach the end of another episode and the two main characters still haven't admitted their feelings for each other, then he throws himself sideways, nearly knocking Jeongin off the bed and sending their snacks flying "There's only three episodes left!"

Jeongin laughs at him, pushing him off with his elbow "You don't have to choose slow burn every time." They pick everything up as Hyunjin rambles on again about how his favorite part is actually watching them fall hopelessly in love with each other but he gets annoyed when he doesn't get the full experience when won't admit it, even though it's painfully obvious.

"Sometimes I wish I could just yell at them, 'Just kiss already!’"

"You do. You've done it at least four times tonight." He's hit in the face with a stray chip and Hyunjin doubles over with laughter as he wipes the crumbs off of his cheek.

They start the next episode and Jeongin leans back against the headboard, stretching his legs out to keep his feet from falling asleep. Hyunjin moves the tray to the floor and curls up beside him, resting his head in Jeongin’s lap in a completely normal way…. Completely normal he reminds himself as he stares at the screen and absorbs absolutely nothing.

He jumps in surprise as Hyunjin yells again when the same background track plays but nothing happens between the two leads. He's even more surprised when Hyunjin yelps in pain immediately after and he realizes his fingers are stuck in a small knot at the back of his long hair, that he'd apparently been absent-mindedly running his hand through. He apologizes frantically and hooks both his hands around the collar of his own shirt, pulling it over his chin.

He struggles even more to pay attention to the storyline and finds his eyes constantly drifting back to the guy with his head in his lap, more specifically to his lips Fuck, he really needs to get laid. He shakes it off and attempts to turn his attention back to the show, joining in Hyunjin’s frustration towards the characters.

The music plays for a second time that episode and he watches as Hyunjin sits to yell at the screen again before falling dejectedly back into his lap, god, was he actually pouting? He can't pull his eyes away Hyunjin pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and furrows his brows in frustration, his lip springs back out into a sly smile and Jeongin looks back to the screen to find nothing of interest happening so he looks back to Hyunjin only to find him already staring up into his eyes

"Are you going to keep staring or are you actually going to watch?" 

His blood runs white hot and he snaps his eyes forward "I wasn't staring."

"Yes you were" he shifts onto his back and looks directly up at Jeongin who is suddenly fully invested in the show "can you even tell me anything that's happened in the last five minutes?"

"Nothing happened, that's why you yelled." 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, "That doesn't count."

"Fine. They… um she…" shit he really wasn't paying attention. He drops his head back in frustration and smacks it against the wall. His eyes are squeezed shut as he rubs the back of his head and he's surprised by another hand joining his, even though it's completely normal after all these years

"Silly, Innie. I didn't say it was a bad thing." He drops his hand and reclaims his position facing the TV, "Stare all you want, I won't stop you."

They watch the rest of the episode in silence but Jeongin blatantly stares at Hyunjin half the time, only looking away when he sees him smirk or hears him laugh. When Hyunjin pushes his hair out of his face and tucks it behind his ear he's immediately reminded of his previous thought, he cautiously reaches down and untucks the back of Hyunjin’s hair from his loose white t-shirt and his eyes go wide.

Jeongin leans back until he can barely see his face and hesitantly runs his fingers through the long hair, he couldn't deny it was pretty. He gently laces his fingers through it and rests his hand against the back of his head, careful not to apply any pressure but Hyunjin shivers anyway so he lets go and feels his ears burn. 

"Just felt nice, you don't have to stop." He quietly slips his fingers back through, absent-mindedly thumbing over the softness through the remainder of the episode.

Unsurprisingly it ends on another cliffhanger but instead of yelling dramatically Hyunjin turns onto his back and purses his lips at Jeongin in the same way he has hundreds of times before, but this time he feels his stomach do that stupid little thing again and he grabs Hyunjin’s cheeks and pushes his head sideways.

“So cute~” his tease is muffled by his squished face and Jeongin quietly pulls his hand back. 

He takes his phone out to check the time and it’s almost 10pm. “Are you coming to my place tonight to see Lix? It’s getting kinda late.”

Hyunjin shakes his head no as he stands and stretches “Only if you’re tired of me. Told him I’m spending time with you.” 

He laughs as he slides down the headboard to lay on down the bed to stretch “Not tired of you. Yet. Kinda tired of them though.” He jerks his head toward the tv. Hyunjin jumps back on the bed and aggressively rubs his hands over his head until his hair is sticking up in every direction while simultaneously covering his face.

The completely normal action makes his stomach do that stupid thing again and he clenches his jaw, contemplating changing his answer and heading home.

Ultimately, he decides against it and pushes his hair back out of his face before he rolls onto his side and pulls Hyunjin’s pillow out from under him and places it under his own head as he lays on the opposite side of the bed so they’re face to face. 

They turn off the tv and talk about everything that comes to mind from their upcoming tour, new music, art, their past high school memories, and trainee days laughing as they reminisce. The conversation eventually leads them to the present day where Hyunjin finally asks for the details he’s been dying to know about how things started with Seungmin.

He laughs hysterically as Jeongin cringes his way through the terrible blowjob story that ultimately leads to the situation, Once again not so casually dropping hints about wanting to be involved, platonically of course. 

Jeongin watches his mouth as he talks, “Hey did you really mean what you said?”

“Hmm?” Hyunjin tries and fails to contain his excitement at the multitude of possibilities that the question could entail “which part?”

“A while ago. You said you hooked up with straight guys? And they’re still straight?” 

He nods “yup. Girlfriends and everything. It was easier than sneaking out with the company breathing down our backs.”

“Do I know any of them?”

Hyunjin is quiet while he digs through his old memories “Yeah, a few. I won’t tell you who for obvious reasons, but yeah.” 

Jeongin fidgets with the blank below him as he contemplates “so… do you offer as a joke because you like to tease me? Or are you actually offering?” 

He can’t even hide the cheesy smirk on his face by this point, “Both. You’re adorable when you’re flustered but I’d never actually try anything without you explicitly agreeing.”

“And you wouldn’t tell anyone?”

“Just Yongbokie. He’s fine with it but he wants to know after it happens… if it happens.”

“Hypothetically, what would the rules on that be?”

“Whatever you want as long as you’re clean. I top. I bottom. I give great head, definitely better than hers.” He chokes on a laugh “Handjobs are fine but keep it off my face because I’m not trying to end up with an eyepatch like Sungie… hypothetically. I'm happy to just watch. Even just kissing and cuddling. Platonically.” 

He stays quiet for a moment while his brain screams at him for even having the conversation “strictly platonic. I wouldn’t have to… whatever… for you?”

“Oh no, definitely not. I have other people for that. I mean I wouldn’t stop you if you asked, but I’d never go into it expecting anything.” His eyes pop wide open and he continues “actually, I definitely wouldn’t turn down a kiss eventually. To make sure things are still platonic and you definitely don’t like guys at all.” 

That almost makes sense when he thinks about it, he could convince himself that makes sense. 

“I got tested a few weeks ago, so… I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since… So, hypothetically speaking, I could just… agree when you offer?”

Hyunjin props himself up and an elbow and practically undresses him with his eyes “Do you want me to watch you, Innie?”

He shakes his head no “I have someone for that. And I’m… kinda tired of my own hand…” 

“Do you want mine instead?” Hyunjin places his hand palm up on the bed between them and wiggles his fingers. His eyes move between Hyunjin’s hand and mouth, his breath hitches when Hyunjin licks his lips.

“Can I suck your dick, Innie?” He’s frozen for what feels like an eternity as his mind races before he slowly nods his head yes. “I need you to use your words, yes or no?”

His voice is stuck in his throat but he manages to squeak out a small “Yes.”

“Good job, do you know about the stoplight system?”

“Kinda? Read about it but never used it.”

Hyunjin reaches over and pinches his cheek “so cute~ it’s pretty basic: green means you like it- good to keep going, yellow means I’ll slow down and check in to see if you need a break or need something different. Red means I stop everything immediately. Never feel like you can’t call yellow or red.” 

“O-okay” he’s suddenly so nervous his palms are sweating. 

“I use nonverbal cues too, that’s probably what I’ll be using tonight if I need to… because I can’t talk with my mouth full” he places his hand on the outside of Jeongin’s thigh, “two taps like this is like green. Three is like yellow, slow down and check in. Any more than that and it stops. Got it?”

Jeongin puts his hand over Hyunjin’s as it lingers on his thigh and taps twice with a smirk “And that means?” Hyunjin raises an eyebrow.

“Green?” 

“Good boy.” His stomach does that stupid thing again but he doesn’t quite mind it as much this time “You wanna lay? Sit? Stand?”

He honestly hadn’t even considered the possibilities because the majority of his previous hookups didn’t have the luxury of being in a room with a bed. “I guess… laying down?”

“Perfect. And you can grab my hair, pull it, set whatever pace you like. You can even fuck my mouth if you ask first, but I do have a gag reflex and I will tap when I need to breathe.”

He can’t help but laugh “You better tap if you can’t breathe. The last thing I need is you passing out with my dick in your mouth, Hyung. Couldn’t really explain that.” He briefly cringes at the words that so freely left his lips but quickly shakes it off. 

Hyunjin turns his back while I.N pulls his pants off and folds them neatly before putting them on the ground by the bed. He leaves his shirt and boxers on and awkwardly lays back down, covering himself with his hands as he gives Hyunjin permission to turn back around. 

He approaches slowly, “are you sure you want this?” 

“Yeah… I’m sure.” His hands are shaking but he’s undeniably hard beneath them. He watches as Hyunjin moves closer, practically crawling across the bed. 

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes… ” he squeezes his eyes shut and points his face to the ceiling but he can feel Hyunjin climbing between his legs.

He can feel soft hands running up his thighs, closely followed by warm breath as soft lips graze his inner thigh. He can’t help but gasp at the unexpected feeling.

“Too much? I can just skip this part.”

I.N shakes his head no “Don’t stop.” He can feel his body start to lose strength with every soft kiss across his legs. It’s really been too long since he’s experienced intimacy, platonic intimacy, he keeps reminding himself. 

He feels gentle fingers skim the waistband of his boxers “Pulled down or off?”

He can hear his heart beating in his ears, “off” he slowly drops his hands to his sides and lets Hyunjin pull them off completely.

“Hm I knew it.” He lets out a satisfied hum and I.N can’t help but peek “We’re basically the same size. It’s like a secret talent, I’m usually not wrong.” The way Hyunjin is staring at him makes him blush and he squeezes his eyes shut again. It must be obvious because he giggles “I’ll shut up.”

Hyunjin pushes Jeongin’s shirt up just enough to kiss at his hip bones “Remember, you can stop me whenever you want.”

He drags a finger up his length experimentally, smiling to himself when it twitches under his touch. “Responsive” he whispers mostly to himself as he licks his lips. He takes every step painfully slow, allowing plenty of time for Jeongin to stop him. 

He wraps his fingers around, stroking with a slow twist of his wrist and watching I.N’s face with every movement. 

He settles his hand at the hilt and drags his tongue from his thumb to the tip, happily listening to I.N stifle a groan. 

He laps his tongue teasingly around the head of his cock, watching as he grips the sheets and pulls his eyebrows together. 

Jeongin’s head is swimming and all he can manage is a breathy “More”

Hyunjin grabs his wrist and pulls his hand from the sheets, placing it on the back of his head instead.

He pries his eyes open and nothing could have mentally prepared him for witnessing the moment his eyes lock on Hyunjin’s lips stretch around him. He moans like the breath has been punched from him as he pushes his head down until he can feel the back of his throat, eyes locked and devouring every second he can withstand.

His head digs back into the pillow as Hyunjin pulls up with hollowed cheeks. “oh shit” his eyes roll back as Hyunjin expertly works him, he quickly understands he wasn’t exaggerating his skill.

He leaves his hand tangled in Hyunjin’s hair, though he honestly doesn’t need any guidance. 

He works his mouth and hand together perfectly, never leaving anything untouched. It leaves Jeongin a gasping mess, silently wishing he’d done this sooner, though he wouldn’t be saying that out loud. 

Every time he tries to glance down is like a punch to the gut. Hyunjin looks happy to be there, like he’s enjoying it just as much.

His hips lurch forward and Hyunjin gags but doesn’t pull off, shooting him a sharp look from his place between his thighs. 

“S-sorry. Feels s-so go-od.” Hyunjin moans with his lips sealed, sending vibrations through his body and all his muscles tighten. Jeongin grabs his hair tighter and feels Hyunjin’s mouth fall open with a small moan, smearing his saliva across his cheek as his dick smacks against it. 

His eyes are dark as he regains his composure and brings it back to his lips, tonguing over the slit.

“More.” 

Jeongin grips his hair again and pushes his head down, pulling him back up by his hair and Hyunjin lets out small moans every time.

Jeongin is a goner in no time, he’s seeing spots before he even finishes. 

He tries holding out as long as possible but a few minutes later he can’t contain it any longer “Fuck. Can I cum in your mouth?” He’s answered with two taps against his hip, fingers digging in and staking claim. Hyunjin working his tongue in a way that makes him think he’s been holding back somehow.

His mouth falls slack and he has half a mind to wonder if he blacked out for a moment as he feels Hyunjin swallow around him, every muscle in his body twitching as he sucks out every last drop, stopping just before he reaches over sensitivity. 

He lays there completely boneless as his mind finds its way back into his head, vaguely aware of Hyunjin climbing out from between his legs and laying beside him. 

“Drink” he feels the edge of his water bottle grazing his lip and obediently opens his mouth, catching what water he can manage while it spills out the side.

“You okay?” He can hear the smile in Hyunjin’s voice and can’t think of a single smart ass thing to respond with so he just nods. 

“That was…” he’s trying to blink away the brain fog “so good…”

Hyunjin reaches over and messes up his hair again “said I gave great head, didn’t I? Just wait until I’m not holding back so I don’t scare you away.” His eyes roll back involuntarily and Hyunjin giggles. He can’t help but think Hyunjin may actually be the death of him, and that might be the most confusing thought he’s ever had. 

Jeongin pulls on his boxers and they lay quietly in Hyunjin’s bed for several minutes, keeping what Jeongin internally deems an appropriate distance between them.

“Okay, now are you coming over? Or am I walking myself home?” He’s finally back in his own head enough to tease. 

Hyunjin feigns an offended gasp “I’m more of a gentleman than that! I don’t let cute boys walk home alone in the middle of the night.” 

Jeongin rolls his eyes so hard he thinks he might be able to hear it and pulls on his sweats. Everything feels normal as they walk through cold night air, Hyunjin insists on putting the door code in and dramatically holds the door open for Jeongin to enter first.

He’s pulled to Felix’s room where he’s curled up at his desk playing a game on his PC, he glances up at them and smiles. Jeongin leans against the edge of his bed while Hyunjin drapes himself over the back of the chair, petting Felix’s head until he reaches a stopping point. 

They hear his game pause and Hyunjin wastes no time spilling his important news. He practically throws himself into Felix’s lap, smiling ear to ear.

”I sucked Innie’s dick.” He looks genuinely proud of himself but Jeongin feels like his heart is about to fall out of his ass. 

Felix laughs loudly, “Oh yeah? Did you enjoy yourself?” He runs his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair lovingly.

“Definitely. 10/10 would do it again.”

Felix spins the chair until he’s facing Jeongin “And did you enjoy yourself?” He must be able to see the panic on his face because he laughs again “I’m fine with it Innie. I’m genuinely asking if you enjoyed it.”

I.N nods silently and Felix nods affirmatively. “See, I told you I have the best boyfriend.” Hyunjin kisses him deeply and Jeongin grimaces as he looks away, knowing for a fact that Hyunjin hasn’t brushed his teeth and most likely still tastes like his cum.

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Jeongin comes clean to Minho shortly after his experience with Hyunjin, desperate to have his platonic intimacy validated by someone he could trust. Minho can’t even contain his excitement as he gives brief details of what’s been going on with Seungmin and Hyunjin, obviously proud of himself for corrupting his maknae so well. 

“If you say it’s platonic, it’s platonic. I don’t go after straight guys, but it’s pretty normal in our industry for people to experiment with each other to avoid dating scandals.” Jeongin nods, sighing in relief. “Are you gonna do it again?”

He pulls his lips into a straight line forming deep dimples in his cheeks “Yup. Honestly in the top three best blowjobs I’ve ever had.” He’s lying, Hyunjin had instantly secured the top spot. 

Minho nods approvingly, “He’s got great lips. And he’s not even the best in the group according to Jisungie.” Jeongin’s eyes go wide “oh, no, it’s not me. I’m probably the best top we’ve got, but if it’s not to help with prep I’m usually not going out of my way to suck anyone’s dick… if they don’t ask nicely… except Hannie.”

“Who’s… who’s the best?” He convinces himself he’s asking purely for scientific purposes. 

Minho ruffles his hair “Can’t tell you that. Welcome to the group rules, you're gonna have to try them all and find out for yourself. Oh wait, did you check with Hyunjinnie and Minnie before you talked to me?”

Jeongin shakes his head no, internally panicking “was I supposed to?” 

“Hyunjinnie won’t mind. Let him get off to make up for it if he wants to complain, he’s easy to please. As for Seungmin, if you were anyone else he would probably find a way to punish you, but I think he’ll understand because you clearly didn’t discuss it beforehand.”

Jeongin is grimacing but sighs in relief “I’m not gonna suck his dick, Hyung. I don’t even wanna see it.” 

Minho is laughing again “give Hyunjinnie a pillow to rut into, he’ll crumble at your feet… literally. He’ll nut in his pants while he goes down on you if you let him. And obviously I know you’re not gonna suck Minnie’s dick, but you would be surprised if you saw it… Anyway, you clearly found out he gets a little possessive, he might back off for a bit to avoid that. He likes other non sexual forms of BDSM, you can ask about them if he seems distant and you don’t want that. He just wants trust, wants to be chosen.”

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Seungmin is shocked when he walks into his room and finds Jeongin sitting cross legged at the end of his bed. 

“Hyung, I think I messed up.” His shock immediately turns to concern and he sits at the head of the bed, patiently waiting for an explanation. “I guess I didn’t know all the rules as well and I thought I did… and I… I talked to Minho-Hyung about what we’ve been doing. I… I got head from… someone else, and I needed to talk through it. And he was really helpful but then he asked if I had permission to talk about it… and I realized I didn’t. So, he knows… and I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first.”

Seungmin’s face is stoic but his jaw is clearly tense as he exhales loudly through his nose. It’s the only sound for what feels like an eternity as Jeongin sits there with his heart pounding out of his chest. “Hyung, I’m-” he’s cut off as Seungmin raises his palm and closes his eyes. 

“Thank you for telling me, Jeongin. I’m gonna… I’m gonna take a minute and think about this. I’ll come talk to you in a bit.” He swallows hard and nods solemnly, climbing off the bed and leaving the room with shaky hands. 

An hour later and there’s two knocks at his door, and it opens before he can answer. He sits up from where he’s been doom scrolling and watches Seungmin enter and sit at the foot of his bed. 

“Why didn’t you ask?” He’s monotone and tense, it makes Jeongin even more anxious than he already was. 

“I wasn’t thinking, I knew I made the rule you couldn’t tell anyone but I-” Seungmin cuts him off again. 

“That’s not what I mean, you went to someone else. Why?”

He hasn’t even considered that part could’ve been the problem “Oh… We just, I don’t know… That’s not what we’ve been doing. He’s been offering so I finally said yes.”

“So, what? You couldn’t just ask me for more? Was he just convenient? Or do you like him?” 

Jeongin scoffs in response, but his face drops when Seungmin’s glare threatens to burn right through him “Are you jealous, Hyung?”

“Jealous?!” He spits the word out like venom “you expect me to just sit back while some little fuck boy toys with you and not be concerned for you?! Like your last little hook up wasn’t what led us to this?”

It stings more than he’d like to admit and his hands are clearly trembling, unsure if it’s due guilt, rage, or rejection “So what, we’re not doing this anymore if I actually hook up with someone?” He stares incredulously “He’s not some fuck boy, Hyung! He’s literally in our group and I know for a fact that you’re fucking him. If you’re gonna judge me, maybe start with yourself.” It comes out harsher than he intended, regardless of his voice cracking part way through. 

Seungmin’s face goes pale and he pulls his knees up to his chest, burying his head between them “Ah, shit.” He groans and smacks his forehead against his knee “I messed up. I just assumed-” 

Jeongin is pacing the room, scowling. “Assumed I pick shitty men, too? Picked you first, Hyung. What’s that say about you, hmm?”

He catches Jeongin’s wrist as he storms past, his lips trembling as he holds him in place “I’m sorry, Innie. I did it again… I am…” he trails off and his breath shudders “that’s why I don’t even date. It’s not an excuse, I know that... But I know any of us would rather die than hurt you.” He slides his hand off his wrist, gently holding onto his fingers “I don't want to stop. I want you to feel comfortable experimenting with us, I want you to ask for exactly what you need. Tell me what you need from me, Innie. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” 

He opens his mouth but he’s so flustered nothing comes out despite how many times he tries. 

He watches Seungmin’s expression soften as he drops his legs off the bed, “Come here, little fox. I’m sorry.” He lets himself be pulled into Seungmin’s lap, awkwardly straddling his slender thighs. It’s the first time he’s been in the position, but he’s been having a lot of firsts lately and he had nothing to complain about yet. “Do you want my help?” He eyes Jeongin’s tenting sweats tentatively. 

His face burns with realization as he separates the residual rage throbbing through his body with the need throbbing between his legs, he nods ineptly.

Seungmin takes Jeongin’s hands and drapes them over his shoulder. “Can I touch you?” He’s answered with two taps on his shoulders and he can’t help but smile “That’s a good little fox” he coos as he runs his hands down Jeongin’s sides “stop me if you don’t want it.” 

Seungmin slips a hand into his waistband, wrapping his soft fingers around Jeongin’s hard cock and he stares up at his changing expressions. 

He squeezes his eyes closed and thrusts into Seungmin’s hand experimentally, and he allows it. Seungmin twists his wrist in time with the thrusts and he’s a gasping mess on top of him in no time.

His fingers find their way into Seungmin’s hair as his thrusts get sloppy and he feels an undeniable hardness beneath him. Instead of shying away from it like he’d expect himself to do he finds himself pressing into it, soon enough he’s fully seated and grinding against him with every thrust. “Need more, Hyung.”

Seungmin goes to speed up and Jeongin squeezes his thigh around him as he grits his teeth, he gives his shoulder three short taps and Seungmin immediately releases his hand but leaves it buried in his sweats. 

“You okay?”

He nods weakly as he catches his breath “I need more. Box- under the bed. can say no.” He pulls Seungmin’s hand out by the wrist and awkwardly climbs off his lap. 

His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store as soon as he opens the lid “You’re sure?” 

“Mhm ‘m sure. Still platonic.” He still can’t seem to catch his breath so he flops down on the pillow. “Lube. Nightstand. Top drawer.” 

He shoots a sarcastically disappointed look at the nearly empty bottle “we’re working on your toy and lube selection immediately.” He’s laughing as he climbs back into the bed “How much of this do you want me to do? Wanna take your clothes off?”

He strips off every piece of his clothing as Seungmin watches him with even hungrier eyes than usual, “Umm… all of it? I haven’t… done this with anyone else. So I guess, be gentle?”

He stares at the ceiling as he feels his legs being slowly pulled apart and draped over Seungmin’s thighs, he checks his comfort and consent multiple times before slowly lowering his lubed fingers between his thighs. Jeongin hisses at first contact, instinctively clenching and pulling his legs together at the knee. Seungmin pulls his hand back “We don’t have to do this.”

He breaks his eye contact with the ceiling for the first time, his ears burn as he looks down at himself fully exposed with one of his best friends between his legs  “I want to… it’s just kinda embarrassing.”

“Doesn’t have to be embarrassing, it’s completely natural. Do you wanna put something back on? A blanket?” He shakes his head no “want me to take something off? …It could help you feel less exposed if you’re not alone?” He’s understandably hesitant when asking but Jeongin agrees to try it out.

He pulls off his dramatically oversized T-shirt and places it neatly behind him. His thin, soft frame is a rare sight and he looks almost nervous as he turns back, scanning his eyes over his now bare torso before he looks at Jeongin questioningly. 

“That’s better, you can start again.” He can hardly believe the words that left his mouth, but he can feel his body already trying to relax. 

He wets his fingers again, “I want you to breathe, play with yourself, whatever you need to relax. If we can’t get it right now, we can try another day. Either way I’m not leaving you unsatisfied tonight.” He watches Jeongin’s thighs fall open as he massages over his rim with the pad of his finger, he watches his hand slide down his body and start slowly stroking himself as he squeezes his eyes shut. “That’s it, just like that. Deep breaths.” He watches his eyes spring open and lock on his as he eases the tip of his finger inside. He waits patiently, perfectly still until Jeongin nods and he continues burying himself one knuckle at a time. 

He moves slowly, carefully sliding in and out and experimentally curling his finger until Jeongin freezes and gasps. He’s smiling to himself as he probes over the same spot until Jeongin is twitching “How are you doing?”

“So fucking good. Green. More.”

“More what?”

“Can take another. Please” he feels his legs being pushed toward his chest before he feels himself stretch around another finger as a moan escapes from deep in his chest and he strokes himself faster. 

Seungmin groans quietly as he slowly buries his two fingers, freezing his movement once he’s as deep as he can get “So fucking tight… god.” He uses his free hand to add more lube and Jeongin winces at the cold but moans through clenched teeth when Seungmin pumps his fingers in and out of him, focusing all his attention on his prostate.

“Ye- oh shit - wait!” His hands are trembling and Seungmin stops moving. “Gonna cum before you get it in. Don’t wanna.” 

“Hands off. I won’t make you cum yet but you’re not ready for it yet.” He's white knuckling the sheets as precum collects on his abs while Seungmin works him open diligently until he’s satisfied with the results.

He pulls his fingers out and reaches for the toy and lube, eyes fixed on his tiny hole clenching around nothing “You’re so fucking…” he clamps his mouth shut and stares up with wide, almost apologetic puppy eyes. 

“I’m so, what? Hmm?” Jeongin quirks his eyebrow and smirks. 

It flips a switch within him. It’s the first time he’s looked genuinely flustered, he answers breathlessly “Hot... So fucking hot.” Jeongin hides his burning face behind his hands “wanna make you cum. Can I make you cum?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?” 

“That’s what we’ve been doing.” He runs his hands over Jeongin’s hips “I mean I want your hands tucked under that pillow for as long as you can take it, can you do that for me?” He watches Jeongin swallow hard before he settles back onto his heels and picks up what he needs. 

“I can… I can try.” He buries his fists under the pillow on either side of his head “like this?”

Seungmin nods “exactly like that. Very good. Can I touch you again?” He generously coats the dildo in lube, wiping the excess across his entrance and carefully pushing it inside. “I’m gonna start, remember you can stop me at any time.” He watches his face for any sign of discomfort as he pushes it in slowly, pausing as it bottoms out to give him a moment to adjust. 

He continues slowly, unsure of how much Jeongin can actually take while also selfishly wanting to burn the image into his memory. Every quiet moan Seungmin pulls out of him goes straight to his dick, he’s been so good, so patient, he’d do this forever even if he got nothing in return, but he was still full of need nonetheless. 

“Faster. Like it faster.” Seungmin complies wordlessly, using the curve of the dildo to his advantage to stimulate his prostate with every pass. 

He watches as Jeongin bites his lip and pulls his eyebrows together as his breathing becomes more erratic. “Just let go, stop holding back.”

Jeongin shakes his head “they’re home. Can’t” he sounds wrecked. 

“How many years have you put up with listening to us? Let. Go.” He experimentally moves at his own preferred pace, watching intently “wanna hear you moan for me, little fox.”

His back arches off the bed with a broken moan and his cock twitches as it unloads more precum onto his stomach “Like that. Jus’ likethat.” 

He finally pries his eyes open and looks down to see Seungmin devouring him with his eyes while his chest heaves. His glare is dark, primal, desperate- nothing like what he’d experienced with Hyunjin.

”Good boy, you’re doing so good for me.” 

Intense heat coils in his stomach and he can’t take it, his head crashes back into the pillow and he lets out a loud, guttural moan. “That’s it, cum for me”

“Don't stop. Oh fuck. Right there! Gonna cum. Don’t stop Hyung-” he makes a mess of his entire torso as thick ribbons of cum spray from his untouched cock, nearly spilling over his collar bones as high pitched moans echo off of his bedroom walls. 

Seungmin doesn’t stop until he’s sure every last drop is out. He’s visibly twitching with overstimulation and making sounds he didn’t even know were possible.

He leaves the toy buried inside Jeongin’s ass as he rubs over his thighs, whispering praises into the silence before he reaches over him to grab the water off the nightstand and hold it to his mouth. 

“Nev-never done th-that before.” Jeongin is still trembling, panting too hard to make a coherent sentence. 

Seungmin chuckles “I know, I remember. How was it?”

He gets two weak thumbs up, “-mazing. Can get yourself off, Hyung. Need a minute. Can’t move.”

“I’m good, Innie. I can wait. I’ll clean you up.”

He tightens his legs to the best of his current ability and looks down through half lidded eyes “Let you look at me. earned it.” He’s half teasing because Seungmin called him hot, but still completely serious about the offer.

He truly was a sight to behold in his current state. Sweaty, messy hair. Pink cheeks. Completely covered in his own cum. Spent cock on display with a dildo buried in his ass. Seungmin knew he’d just secretly be getting off to the memory later anyway, though he’d never admit it. “…you’re really sure?”

He nods “-m sure” he can feel Seungmin move out from between his legs and move toward the end of the bed. He hears the lid to his lube cracking open again and immediately looks down “are you using my - oops. Sorry Hyung” he locks his eyes back on the ceiling. 

Seungmin laughs, then sighs “You can watch, it’s only fair at this point. And yeah, I’m using your lube, I’ll get you more.” The squelching of his hand moving over his cock is undeniable “almost empty anyway.” 

Jeongin waites a few minutes and then peeks down to confirm his suspicion. His eyes are wide and unblinking “are you… you’re bigger than me?” Not that it mattered, but it was completely unexpected considering he’d never purposefully seen another hard dick in person. 

“Surprised?” He answers breathlessly.

He watches Seungmin’s eyes roll back and immediately gets shy, fixing his eyes back on the ceiling. “Yeah. Never thought about it.” He gets no response but less than a minute later he can hear low grunting and Seungmin’s hand slowing to a stop. 

“What do you have in here to clean yourself up with?” He asks as he climbs off the bed with no evidence of his previous activities. Jeongin nods towards the box of tissue on the nightstand, afraid to move too much so it doesn’t drip off of him and onto his sheets. 

Seungmin’s laughs to himself “so you need wet wipes and towels too. I’ve got a lot to teach you, Innie.” 

It takes several tissues to finally get him somewhat clean but Seungmin gives up on the dry bits they didn’t get in time. “Let’s get this out and get you to the shower. I’m gonna need one after.” He very slowly pulls the toy out, happily watching him clench around nothing once again. 

Jeongin sits up awkwardly “almost forgot it was there. Feels…” 

“Empty?” He looks like he’s searching for words but nods. “Wanna go again before you shower?”

Jeongin laughs “don't think I could even get it up right now. Just don’t usually have it in long enough to get used to it.” 

Seungmin hands him his sweats and helps him off the bed even though he doesn’t need it before grabbing his now crumpled shirt off the end of the bed. He tosses it into the laundry basket in his room on their way to the bathroom. 

Felix’s door cracks open and Hyunjin’s head pops out, his face is blotchy and his hair is a mess. He sulks his way over to them, sniffling as he melts into Seungmin’s arms. “Lix told me you guys were yelling at each other before I got here… are you mad at me?”

“Why would I-” he looks over his shoulder to see Jeongin once again unable to make eye contact “oh, Princess. No, I'm not mad at all.” He cups Hyunjin’s face in his hands, thumbing over his cheeks. “Innie and I had a little misunderstanding but we worked through it. Nobody is upset.” He kisses Hyunjin softly “you know I love you and support whatever you wanna do with your body, right?”

Hyunjin nods as his chest heaves “got afraid he was yours and I did something wrong.”

“Still just platonic. He’s his own unless he decides otherwise.”

He’s smiling as he sniffles, “so you weren’t just having makeup sex?”

Jeongin covers his face, embarrassed to know he was absolutely loud enough for the whole house to hear and Seungmin pulls Hyunjin into a crushingly tight hug. “We weren’t having sex. But we made up, everything’s good now. Right Innie?”

“Better than ever.” Hyunjin makes grabby hands at him from behind Seungmin’s back, “I’m really gross right now, Hyung.”

“Because you were fucking. I don’t care get over here.”

Jeongin’s wraps his arms around both of them “we weren’t fucking, but I definitely came all over myself. And I really need a shower. You staying with Lix tonight?”

Hyunjin looks at Seungmin with big doe eyes “Stay here with Lix tonight, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up, promise.” They kiss again and Jeongin is dumbfounded by the softness they’re showing each other considering the last encounter he’d witnessed between them. 

Hyunjin turns and pouts his lips at Jeongin and just about stops breathing when he actually pecks the smallest chaste kiss against them. “Still don’t like guys, Hyung. You look like you needed that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I.N showers first while Seungmin brushes his teeth with his back to the sink so he can watch, the same softness in his eyes. They switch spots and Jeongin nervously keeps his back turned, though he can’t seem to help trying to sneak peeks through the quickly fogging mirror- out of sheer curiosity, he convinces himself. He hears Seungmin laugh and his ears burn as he quickly rinses his toothbrush. 

“I’m almost done, you can just turn around.”

Jeongin slowly turns towards the shower and watches the soap run off of him as he stands under the stream of water with his eyes closed. His body was aesthetically pleasing enough, but he can't quite understand the sexual side of this. Though seeing a softer side of his Hyung behind closed doors was definitely intriguing. The water turns off and Seungmin turns so they’re facing each other, “So? How’d you like doing the watching instead?” 

He hands a towel through the shower door, “it was alright. Different. You seemed different.” 

“Good, different?” He towel dries his hair before he wraps the towel around his waist. 

Jeongin nods “Good. Not sexually, but like you let your guard down?”

“I get that. I like that part too.” He contemplates quietly as he gathers his clothes off the ground, “wanna stay together tonight?” Jeongin’s eyes nearly pop out of his head “not like that. Not trying to fuck you. Just… first times and all that. Thought I should offer so you didn’t get used to some half-assed aftercare.”

That makes enough sense, he convinces himself. 

“Sorry again I got so upset. I’m happy to share Hyunjinnie with you. I’m sure Felix is too.” Seungmin playfully slaps him on the ass before they go into their own rooms to put on their pajamas. 

Embarrassment washes over him when the first thing he sees as he enters his room is his toy still laying in his crumpled sheets. He dresses as quickly as possible, wraps it in his towel and locks himself in the bathroom to wash it before shoving it up his shirt to hide on his way back to safely store it back under his bed. 

He leaves his door open as he remakes his bed, sitting on the edge of it and scrolling through social media while he waits. He jumps when Seungmin taps on the door on his way in, closing it behind him. He tosses a small box on the bed and Jeongin doesn’t even have to pick it up before he recognizes the brand name. 

“I’ll never use it. Minho has bought me a few trying to convince me, but it’s not my thing. Might work for you though.” 

He picks it up nervously, peels off the security sticker and peeks inside. He swallows dryly as he pulls a small plug out of the box, inspecting it from every angle. “So that’s his thing? Just buys everyone sex toys?” He snaps his head up “are we allowed to talk about that?” 

Seungmin laughs “Oh he’d be thrilled I gave it to you, he doesn’t like things going to waste. And we’re not technically giving details other than I don’t like keeping things in my ass.” He flops down on the bed behind him “plus- he’s been dying to corrupt you, specifically.”

He stashes it away in the box for another time before turning off the lights and climbing under the covers, close enough to know he wasn’t alone but not close enough to actually touch each other.

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Jeongin slowly wakes up to the feeling of a hand running through the back of his hair and a steady thumping in his ear. “Go back to sleep, it’s still early.” the voice rumbles from beneath him, drowning out the thumping and his brain groggily puts the pieces together. 

He stretches his neck upward and squints his tired eyes through the darkness, barely able to make out the silhouette of Seungmin’s face. “Mhm… sorry.” He clumsily tries moving away but he’s comfortably held in place. 

“Don’t be. You’ve been here all night. It’s cute.”

He settles back onto Seungmin’s chest, drifting in and out of sleep until light peeks through curtains. 

The two lay side by side in comfortable silence once they’re awake, listening to the sounds of the others going about their morning routines down the hall. They hear the front door open and close, shortly followed by small taps against Jeongin’s door and Hyunjin speaking softly on the other side. 

They invite him in and he stands in the doorway, smiling, before he walks in and closes it behind him. “Scoot over. I wanna be in the middle.” He slides between them, sighing happily as he wraps himself around Seungmin. “Lix had a shoot this morning, wanted to see you guys before I went home.” He feels behind himself blindly until he finds Jeongin’s arm and pulls it over him. 

“You feel better today?” He nods against Seungmin’s chest. 

“You guys still good? Worked through everything?” He pushes back against I.N teasingly, quietly shocked when he doesn’t pull away. “Have any more fun after your shower?”

Jeongin tightens his grip, pulling him even closer. He can’t help but feel like he’s nearly crossed a line, and Hyunjin is already convinced they fucked… so teasing him should be fine…right?  

“Mhm… worked through it all. Better than usual, don’t you agree, Hyung?” 

Hyunjin squeaks, Seungmin laughs as he quickly catches on “Yup. Worked through it until we both came… to the same conclusion.”

Hyunjin is pulling him as close as possible while he talks until he’s tightly pressed between them “wha-what was it?”

“We can share you, right princess? When you’re not with your boyfriend?” Hyunjin gasps and nods enthusiastically.

Jeongin can only imagine what Seungmin did to make him do so, something in him wants to hear more and he doesn’t feel like questioning it. What’s one more line to cross when they’ve already gone this far? 

Jeongin feels himself growing hard at just the thought and tries his best to sound confident but his shaking hands around Hyunjin’s chest probably give him away “Maybe we should’ve gone another round… you’re not busy with him right now, are you?”

He shakes his head so hard they can feel it through his body “not busy. Not busy at all.”

Seungmin props himself up on an elbow, “you’re sure, Innie?”

“I’m still not having sex with either of you, just so we’re clear. But I’m sure you two can come up with something that works for all of us.”

He excuses himself to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and give himself a minute to come to his senses and back out. He stares at himself in the mirror and decides this is probably the least straight thing he’s ever wanted to do, but that’s future Jeongin’s problem. 

He practically runs Minho over on his way out of the bathroom, freezing like a deer in headlights. 

“Are you okay?” He looks slightly concerned but it’s obviously masking amusement. 

Jeongin nods, “Umm… probably gonna need to talk later. But yeah I’m good.” He pats him on the shoulders and rushes back toward his room. 

He opens the door a crack and squeezes through, the light is on and Seungmin is leaning against his headboard with Hyunjin’s face buried against his neck while he sits in his lap. Seungmin taps him on the ass and he climbs off and settles onto his knees in the middle of the bed. 

“My turn. Wanna tell him what we talked about?” Seungmin climbs off the bed and ushers Jeongin towards it. 

“Minho-Hyung is in the bathroom now.” 

“That’s fine. I need to stop by my room anyway.” He leaves and closes the door behind him. 

“Oh yeah.. also, Minho-Hyung knows you gave me head. Because I told him.”

Hyunjin laughs “He always knows everything, I don’t mind.” He taps the bed next to him and waits for Jeongin to sit “Okay, so… we think it might be a little much for both of us to-“ he starts to interrupt but Hyunjin pats his shoulder reassuringly “It’s your choice, but we don’t want you to freak out after if you regret it. We’re both more than happy with what we’ve been doing. And we’re happy turning this into a group thing but it’s normal for us. We’ve been doing this with each other, or other people, for years now.” 

“I don’t… I don’t think I’d regret it. Honestly…” his ears burn, he couldn’t believe he was actually admitting it, “I came harder with both of you then I have with anyone else. I don’t regret what we’ve done already. Do you?”

“Of course not! That’s not what I… we just want to check in before we go any further. Maybe get some breakfast and talk it through instead of jumping straight into it?” 

I.N can’t help but feel the confusing sting of rejection but he quietly agrees, trying to trust that they know best. It shouldn’t matter, they're just friends who helped him out… so why does it feel like it matters?

He trudges over to his closet and starts pulling out clothes, his door cracks open and he glances over his shoulder to watch Seungmin walk in already dressed in his normal street clothes. It feels like a second blow, he wasn’t sure what to expect when he’d said he had to stop by his room, but it wasn’t that. Hyunjin slips past him as he exits. 

He shucks off his pajamas where he stands and starts dejectedly pulling on his clothes with his back toward the bed. “You have that look again.” Seungmin’s voice is soft, it stirs more confusing emotion in his gut. 

“What look?” He doesn’t even bother to turn around as he pulls his jeans up. 

“Wounded little fox.”

He scoffs, “rejected little fox.” It comes out like a whisper. He feels arms wrap around him, a warm body pressed against his back. 

“We’re not rejecting you, we’d never reject you. But we live together, we work together, if things got awkward between us it could damage the whole group.”

“Why would it be awkward? I want this. It was my idea. Don’t I get a say in this too?”

Seungmin slides his hands down to Jeongin’s hips and turns him so they face each other “I’m not saying no.” He looks like he’s searching for the right words, “we just need to figure out how this is going to work. Where your boundaries are. How much you’re comfortable seeing. It’d be easier to just jump into if you were actually gay, but I’d feel like a dick if we just got you off and left you alone to take care of each other, unless that’s what you wanted.” He moves back to the bed and sits cross legged, “so, think about it.” 

The three of them walk to one of their favorite breakfast spots, doting on Jeongin even more than usual. It’s busier than expected so they opt to bring it home, making sure he doesn’t have to lift a finger or pay for a single thing. 

It still feels a little tense even though he can tell they're doing everything in their power to make it seem normal, so maybe it’s just him- maybe he does have some stuff to think about. Maybe future Jeongin’s problems were catching up with him. 

He gets about three bites into his food before he’s talking with his mouth full. “Maybe you were right.” They turn to him with soft expressions “I still want to do it. I don’t know what I want to do, but I want to do something.”

“Do you know what you don't want?” 

“No sex.”

“Having it or watching it?” Jeongin looks perplexed, he’d definitely meant not having it.

Surely he’d never imagined them having sex. Definitely not since they gave him permission to watch and listen, even when he swore they were purposely being louder than usual… definitely hadn’t been thinking about it since this morning after he witnessed firsthand what each one was capable of. Okay, maybe he’s thought about it a few times. Future Jeongin’s problems were going to be a hell of a time to dissect. 

“Having it?” He shovels more food in his mouth before he can say anything else. 

Hyunjin and Seungmin both look shocked, “So you finally wanna watch us fuck?!” Hyunjin blurts out and Seungmin shoots him a look that tells him to shut up. 

Jeongin was pretty sure he was visibly sweating now “Seems like the most efficient way, yeah? So I’m not touching anyone, and you can both get off.” Efficient, right. 

Seungmin shakes his head in agreement but his lips are drawn into a straight line “It won’t be too much? You seemed a little… shy about seeing me naked last night.” 

Hyunjin quirks an eyebrow and stands up abruptly. “So he needs to get used to seeing us naked! I will strip right here and finish my meal completely naked if that’s what it takes.”

There’s a laugh from behind them as Minho enters the kitchen, they hadn’t even realized he was still home. “Careful Hyunjin-ah, might end up getting yourself fucked over the table twice in one week if you’re not careful.” He smacks his ass on his way to grab leftovers from the fridge and Jeongin chokes on his food. 

Seungmin pulls Hyunjin back into his chair and pushes Jeongin’s glass toward him. The three of them eat quietly while Minho reheats his meal. 

“Don’t stop on my account, I love a good boundary talk. Very important, you’re learning good things from your Hyungs Innie.” He turns and winks dramatically and Jeongin groans, now he’s sweating and blushing. 

Seungmin does his best to stifle a laugh “You’re not eating naked, princess. But I do have another idea if you’re all up for it.” He’s grabbed all their attention, even Minho’s though he isn’t sure he’s actually meant to be part of the conversation. “Want me to play with you tonight, baby? Wait ‘til Lix is home. Strip you down, tie you up. Have Lix take care of you and I’ll stay with baby boy, make sure he’s good with it?” 

Baby boy. Jeongin is pretty sure he could crawl under the table and die at this point. But he agrees it’s probably a good ice breaker. No touching involved, no fucking, just finding out what he’s comfortable seeing. And luckily, he’s very interested in rope play. Minho does a slow turn towards them looking equally shocked. 

“Oh my god yes. Please.” Hyunjin immediately pulls out his phone and starts messaging his boyfriend to finalize the plan. 

“You’ve gotta ask Innie if you can watch, Minho-Hyung.” 

He’s already halfway out of the kitchen with his bowl “I’ll go stay with Jisungie after practice. You kids have fun!”

*** 

They settle on something simple, something that ideally wouldn’t take long to accomplish but they’d talk through every detail along the way so it would also be a learning experience. 

Jeongin is the first one in the living room so he curls up on the couch and wraps himself in a blanket while he waits. 

Hyunjin and Felix come out together after a few minutes and Hyunjin is already half dressed, only wearing a pair of sweats, though that’s pretty normal. Felix is still wearing his full face of makeup and it’s a sharp contrast to his cutoff shirt and gym shorts.

He sits next to Jeongin and massages Hyunjin’s shoulders while he sits on the ground between his legs. It’s just like every other day at this point, but that would change. 

“You’re still okay with this, Innie?” 

“Yeah, I’m okay with it. Are you sure you’re fine with me seeing your boyfriend naked?” 

Felix laughs “I’m sure. He wants this too.” He leans forward and presses his lips into Hyunjin's neck, “and I get to have my way with him once he’s all tied up, we all win.” Jeongin can see the goosebumps form down Hyunjin’s arm immediately “You can have him back tomorrow.” He sits up and starts stretching Hyunjin’s shoulders and Jeongin just stares blankly. 

This was definitely new… but maybe he could get used to this. 

Seungmin comes out with a small box and moves the coffee table into a corner before he stands facing Hyunjin “Ready, princess?” 

Hyunjin drops his head back into Felix’s lap and pouts up at him until Felix kisses him. “Yup. Now I’m ready.” He stands and turns towards I.N “You’re sure you’re still okay with this?” 

“Yeah I’m sure” he tightens his blankets around himself. 

Felix claps his hands together “Strip for me, baby.”

Jeongin isn’t sure what’s more shocking, that Hyunjin does in fact move his hips like he’s stripping, or that he’s wearing extremely sheer, bright red lace boxers under his sweats that left nothing to the imagination. He’s positive his jaw is almost on the floor, he’s a little confused, but very intrigued. 

“Cute” Seungmin slaps him on the ass. 

Hyunjin spins for a full view “right? And we match.” He smiles at Felix and he pulls his gym shorts down a couple inches at the hip to prove that they really are matching, but his are black. 

Hyunjin turns back towards Seungmin, “okay, your turn. Off!” 

Seungmin gawks at him “why am I undressing? He’s already seen me naked.” 

Felix’s eyes go wide and he bites at his lips to hide a smirk “I mean, it’s only fair… right Innie?” 

He’d almost forgotten he was supposed to be participating and not just staring “Um… yeah, it’s only fair Hyung.” 

Seungmin rolls his eyes sarcastically as he raises his arms above his head “Fine, but I’m not stripping.” Hyunjin happily pulls his shirt over his head and blindly throws it at the couch where I.N and Felix are sitting. “And I’m just wearing regular underwear.” 

Hyunjin unbuttons his jeans “Not for lack of trying” he sighs dejectedly, then giggles “if we can’t convince you to finally wear them, maybe Innie can.” He kneels down and pulls Seungmin’s pants off while he stares up at him with a smirk. 

“Did you stretch?” He follows Hyunjin to the middle of the room, trying to pull his tight light gray boxers to cover more of himself. 

“Yup.”

Seungmin squats down and opens the box “And you’re gonna behave?”

“Yes, sir.” Jeongin’s eyebrows raise at the response. 

“Want him to take anything else off, Innie? I have a feeling he picked these on purpose.” 

He takes another look at Hyunjin, who’s definitely striking a pose. “He can keep them. I can see everything anyway, and they’re kinda… nice.” Hot. They’re weirdly hot. 

Seungmin pulls out a bundle of red rope, it looks silky, Jeongin immediately wonders what it feels like. “Looks like I picked the right color then. Get on your knees, princess.” He complies wordlessly. “Hands in front, wrists together.” 

Seungmin finds the center, “I’m gonna stray by looping it through like this, and then I’ll slip it around his wrists. Not too tight.” Jeongin nods along “then you go back like this, reversing the tension, only once. See how there’s 4 strands around here now?” Jeongin nods again, “I can’t hear you nodding. I’ll be facing you in just a minute.”

Felix laughs, Jeongin blushes “I’m paying attention. I see 4 strands.” 

“Good. You want 4 so it’s not too thick, then you pull the tails through here.” He watches curiously as Seungmin pulls them through, it’s a lot more rope than he expected. “One finger gap between the wrists. Any more than that and he’ll try to escape… and we can’t have that again. Can we, princess?”

Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at him “Looks like you’re gonna have fun with him tonight, Yongbok.” 

“Oh I plan to.” Felix pushes his hair out of his face and leans forward. 

“Then you’re gonna lock it off like this, it’s called a half hitch. The tails will end up on this side towards his fingers, away from his body. Double check you can still fit your finger through there and then the fun part starts. Arms up, princess.” Hyunjin raises his arms toward the ceiling then bends his elbows so his wrists are positioned at the back of his head and Seungmin moves behind him. 

“Doing okay, Innie?” 

He realizes he probably hasn’t closed his mouth the entire time “Yeah, I’m great.” Hyunjin is completely exposed in this position and he doesn’t even want to try to look away. 

“Show me where you’re comfortable, princess. I think you’ll be like this for a while.” He waits for Hyunjin to signal he’s ready to continue. 

“Now start under his pecs to keep his wrists right where we want them.” He pulls the rope around Hyunjin’s chest, “go around twice, keep it all nice and flat, then finish it by going under this part that comes off his wrist, the stem. Remember reverse tension?” He waits and glances up.

Right. He’s supposed to be answering “I remember.”

“Good. Reverse the tension and bring it back to the middle of his back. If I needed to adjust I’d do it here, but I think we look good. How’s it feel, princess?”

“Feels good, keep going.” Hyunjin’s eyes bounce between Felix and Jeongin, he’s definitely already hard. 

“You can come watch back here if you want but basically we’re gonna finish up this part by hooking the tails back up under on this side,” he taps Hyunjin’s right shoulder, “and then back down on this side.” He taps his left shoulder. “Keep them flat, make sure it’s not too tight.” 

Seungmin looks up and is pretty sure Jeongin hasn’t heard a word he’s said in the last minute, and Felix must’ve noticed too because he’s watching him from the corner of his eye instead of watching them. He continues anyway. 

“Then we just wrap the tails around the stem once, coming back out on his left. Like an X. Now he’s pretty secure, but there’s still a lot left over. Can I go around your chest again, princess?”

“Yes, sir.” Hyunjin has started to visibly relax already. 

“You sure you don’t wanna come watch from here, Innie? We’re almost done.”

Right. He definitely already offered that. “Um… I'm good. I think I can see just fine from here.” He wasn’t sure exactly when or why he’d gotten hard, but it was probably best he didn’t stand. 

Seungmin is smiling as he continues and Felix fixes his eyes on Hyunjin. “So we did the bottom of the chest,” he uses his free hand to trace the front of the chest harness, pulling Hyunjin against him briefly “Now, we do the top. Go around on the top of his pecs, always keeping it flat. Hook the tails under the stem and go around again, under the stem once more… and now we’re almost out of rope so we’ll lock it off here in a kinda square, then wrap the tails down the stem and tuck them in down here to secure them.” He spanks Hyunjin’s ass and stands up behind him, tugging the legs of his gray boxers back into place “Now he’s tied up like the good little rope bunny he should be.” 

He walks around to the front of his body to inspect his work, “Hm, pretty.” He tweaks one of Hyunjin’s nipples, and Hyunjin groans. He turns back toward Jeongin and Felix, “Thank you for coming to my lecture. I hope you enjoyed it.”  

Felix laughs loudly “Yes. Thank you professor, Kim. You were very informative today.”

“Had to stay out of my own head somehow.” He shrugs as he walks toward them. “Come look before he’s taken away and put to good use, you can bring your blanket.” 

Jeongin follows Seungmin over to Hyunjin while Felix settles into the couch to watch. Hyunjin’s eyes seem a little unfocused but he stares up at both of them expectantly. 

“So, what do you think?” 

“It looks… soft. Is it soft?” 

“The rope? Yeah it’s pretty soft, I try to take care of it. You can touch it if you ask him first.”

“Can I touch it, Hyung? Can I touch you?”

Hyunjin smiles up at him “Yes. You can touch me all you want.” 

Jeongin reaches one hand out from under his blanket and freezes, he turns to Felix “Can I touch him?”

“You don’t have to ask me. He’s still all there, he can make the choices about his body. He’s been looking forward to this all day.” 

Jeongin crouches beside Hyunjin and gently runs his fingers over both parts of the chest harness. It is soft. He absentmindedly traces it repeatedly before he moves behind Hyunjin. Maybe he should’ve watched from back here. It was even more interesting. 

“Oh wow.” He runs his hand from Hyunjin’s elbow to his wrist. “This looks really nice, you did really well Hyung.”

“Thanks, Innie. I’ll teach you for real sometime.”

“Or you could just tie him up some time.” Hyunjin blurts out and he’s immediately met with another spanking. 

Jeongin stares up at Seungmin from the floor and swears he could see his smile drop for a second, and his ears look a little more pink than they did a moment ago. 

“Need help getting him to your room, or you got it?” 

“Oh I’ve got it.” Felix walks over and grabs the front of the harness, coaxing him to stand on his own. “Say goodbye to our friends, beautiful. You’ll see them again in the morning.” He waves with his fingertips as best as he can as Felix pulls him away like a dog on a leash.

***

Felix closes and locks the door behind them before leading Hyunjin to the end of his bed. He sits him on the floor, back almost resting against the footboard and walks to his closet. He sifts through a small chest in the bottom corner, repeatedly glancing over his shoulder to make sure his boyfriend is staying put. Just about the time he finds what he needs he can hear Hyunjin stirring behind him. 

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, baby.” He tuts, holding up a short, braided piece of rope with clasps on each end. 

Hyunjin tries and fails to rush to his feet, only to be pushed back down with ease due to his lack of use of his arms. 

“Sit.” He pulls Hyunjin forward and clasps one end to the back of the harness before feeling under the bottom of the foot board for a hidden anchor they’d had Minho install for them a while ago. He clips the other end in place and stands over Hyunjin with a satisfied smile. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” 

Felix steps back and pulls off his clothes, standing in front of Hyunjin and licking his lips before walking back to his closet. Hyunjin’s jaw falls open as he watches, he was under the impression they truly were wearing matching boxers and hadn’t realized Felix had switched his at some point. While they looked identical from the front, Felix’s were entirely backless. 

Hyunjin whines, Felix smiles with his back turned to him and pretends not to notice. He bends at the hip, arching his back as he takes entirely too long to search through their chest of toys. He chooses multiple and lines them up on his desk along with a large bottle of lube. 

Felix joins Hyunjin on the floor, straddling him and running his hands over his body. “God, you’re beautiful.” He kisses him roughly before he can respond, licking into his mouth and biting at his lips. He pulls away and Hyunjin is panting and doing his best to rut against Felix in his lap. 

Felix moves his head to the side, sinking his teeth into Hyunjin’s tricep where it sticks up by his ear. Hyunjin yelps “behave, you’ll get what you want.” He sinks his teeth into the same spot again and Hyunjin moans, it’s definitely going to bruise, but that was the intention. 

He climbs off and pulls his chair directly in front of Hyunjin “What’s your color, my love?” 

“Green. Keep going.” He watches Felix climb into the chair, kneeling backward in the seat so his ass is directly in his line of vision. If only he wasn’t tied to the bed, he could lean forward and bite it. 

He presses his chest into the back of the chair and reaches for the lube, pumping onto his middle and ring finger before reaching behind himself and massaging it over his entrance. Hyunjin had already worked him open when he got home so he easily slips two fingers inside and throws his head back as he pumps them in and out of himself before adding a third. He moans louder than needed, purely for show as he watches Hyunjin squirm behind him. 

He pulls them out and reaches for the smallest toy on his desk. He covers it in lube and teases himself with the tip before he buries it to the base, finally pushing out an actual moan as he shivers. He rests his forehead against the back of the chair and takes his time fucking himself with it until his toes are curling and his hands are trembling. 

Hyunjin is whining behind him, pulling against his restraint. Felix would edge himself with every toy he picked until Hyunjin was desperate, then he’d finally give him what they both desperately needed. 

“Please, baby.” Hyunjin begs as he stares up with flushed cheeks. 

“Not yet.” Felix gasps as he pulls the first one out, spreading himself as he clenches around the emptiness. 

He repeats the same steps with the second, it’s a perfectly average size but he still feels so full. His chair jerks backward and he snaps his head over his shoulder. Hyunjin is stretching his legs as far as they can go, attempting to use his feet to pull the chair closer. 

“Behave. Don’t make me get the bar and spread your ankles.” 

Hyunjin pouts and relaxes his legs, Felix starts again. He can hardly keep his eyes from rolling back as he watches Hyunjin’s desperate expressions as he fucks himself hard and deep until he can’t take it any longer.

His head crashes forward again as his body starts to tremble and he rides the feeling for as long as he can, moaning and cussing until he has to force himself to stop. He freezes, panting and sweating when he notices Hyunjin has gone completely silent. 

He whips his head around and Hyunjin is staring with eyes as wide as saucers, completely unfocused. 

“Shit” he mutters to himself and drops the toy onto the ground as he clambers out of the chair as fast as possible. Felix straddles his thighs and cups his face in his hands, “What’s your color, baby?” Hyunjin just blinks in response. 

Felix reaches behind him and immediately releases the clasp from the bed and Hyunjin slumps into his chest. 

“I’m right here baby. Right here with you.” He’s kissing all over his face and the top of his head as he fumbles with the rope behind him with one hand while he supports him with the other. He has the excess completely unwound when he feels Hyunjin sigh against him and start to sit up. 

“You back with me, baby?” He holds him by the waist and presses their foreheads together. “You okay?”

“m’okay” he puts his lips against Felix’s but makes no effort to actually kiss him. 

Felix sighs in relief “almost got you untied, we can stop for the night.”

He shakes his head lazily “leave it. Keep going.”

Felix is hesitant but they’ve been here before so he knows what to expect. “You sure?” He nods. He takes Hyunjin’s face between his hands, watching intently. “What’s your color baby?” 

“Green” Felix nods. 

“Can you sit on your own?” Hyunjin straightens his back and smiles sleepily. “You’re sure you want to keep going?”

“Need my angel. Need you, Felix.” 

He kisses Hyunjin’s softly, “you can have me, always. Sit still baby. Please.” He climbs off and grabs the lube off his desk and immediately settles back into Hyunjin’s lap. “Lift” he pulls Hyunjin’s boxers off, the front of the lace is already wet with precum, Felix’s aren’t in much better shape. 

He pushes his hair from his face before slowly and gently lathering his cock in lube. “Color?”

“Green. Love you so much.” 

Felix slowly lowers himself with a deep moan “Love you more.”

He circles his hips slowly, pulling them as close together as possible. He whispers every bit of praise he can think of, kissing into Hyunjin’s open mouth as they moan together knowing neither would last long in this state  

“Cum with me. Cum with me, Angel. Please, baby.” 

Felix has been holding back since before Hyunjin had slipped into his headspace, waiting for permission. “Mhm” he nods and speeds up just the smallest amount. His thighs are quivering as the both finish with a cry, his cum flows through the lace as he feels Hyunjin’s fill him. 

They’re both panting as he slows to a stop and checks Hyunjin’s face again, his pupils are blown but he’s smiling softly. 

“Do you need more?” 

Hyunjin shakes his head no, “wanna hold you.”

He keeps Hyunjin’s cock buried in him while he works his hands behind him, releasing the rest of the harness and unbinding his wrists. Luckily it’s one he’s familiar with, so he works with ease now that he can use both hands.

Felix kisses from each fingertip to his inner elbows “can I get up for a second baby? I’ll come right back.” Hyunjin nods and Felix very carefully pulls off of him and rushes to his desk, grabbing a plug and inserting it before he pulls off his wet boxers. Hyunjin is smiling the whole time he watches as his arms lay limp at his sides. 

He climbs back into Hyunjin’s lap and wraps his arms around his neck, they’re both sticky but it doesn’t matter. He can feel Hyunjin’s arms tightening around his waist and he fully relaxes into the touch “tell me when you want to get up.” 

They eventually make their way to the bed and Felix helps him drink before he cleans them both as much as he can with wet wipes. He carefully massages Hyunjin’s upper body with his favorite oil, watching him in awe as he starts to drift off to sleep. He’s snoring by the time Felix finishes so he curls up next to him and pulls the blanket over them, the shower could wait. 

****

Seungmin pulls the coffee table back to the middle of the living room and picks up his clothes “So, how’d you feel about that?”

“Good, I’ve been curious about it for a while. Gotta be honest though, I didn’t know they made lace boxers for men.” 

Seungmin laughs and pulls him down the hall by his blanket “oh those were pretty tame compared to some of them. Did you like them?” 

He tries to look like he’s thinking about it so he doesn’t answer too fast, “yeah they looked good.” Much to his surprise he ends up in Seungmin’s room while he gets into pajamas. 

“So good you still can’t lose the blanket?” He teases as he flops down onto his bed and groans. 

Jeongin smacks him on the leg as he climbs up next to him “I could. But it’s comfortable.” It’s only half a lie. “And I got to thinking.” Seungmin turns to him questioningly “I’d definitely let you try tying me up. I always imagined myself as being the one in control, but I’m assuming you don’t get tied up very often?”

“Not usually. I'm normally dominant but I’m into other, more specific submissive stuff… sometimes, with the right person. But I’d definitely be open to tying you some time. And we could tie Hyunjinnie together, he’d be more than willing to let you practice.” 

“I’d like that.” He’s not going to specify which part. He can feel the tension in the air “So… what are you into?” 

Seungmin looks around his room as if it should answer the question “Wax play. Having it poured on me and scraped off.”

Jeongin looks around the room, there was definitely no shortage of candles, he always just assumed they were for normal candle purposes. “Oh… it doesn’t hurt?”

“No more than it’s supposed to. As long as you use the right ones. Yongbokie even got me some that turn to massage oil, those just feel nice.”

He nods as he contemplates “What else?”

“Is there a reason you want to know?”

Yes. A few. “Just curious, mostly.”

Seungmin props himself up on an elbow “Mostly dominant stuff. Fighting for power. Overstimulation- Causing it, if you hadn’t already noticed. Begging, maybe a little crying. In a controlled and consensual manner.” Jeongin stares, unblinking, so he continues. “Impact play. Every kind of restraint. Sex toys. I like making people feel good, while being kinda mean about it, a little rough. Consensually.” 

He gulps “you’re not… mean with me though.”

“You haven’t asked me to be, and I’m happy being nice, too.” Seungmin answers plainly. “You know you just have to ask me for what you want.”

Jeongin rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, they have really boring ceilings. Future Jeongin’s problems officially feel like current Jeongin’s problems. And he wants answers. Maybe Seungmin could help with that. 

“Even if I need your help figuring something out?” He hopes his shaking isn’t visible through the blanket he is still wrapped in. 

“Especially if you need my help.”

Jeongin chews on his lips “I want you to kiss me.” 

“What?”

He sighs and pulls the blanket tighter “I said I want you to kiss me, Hyung.” It feels foreign to say, almost embarrassing. 

“You-um… platonically?”

“That's the part I’m trying to figure out...” It’s the first time he’s said it out loud and he’s suddenly so nervous he feels like his teeth are about to start chattering. “If you’re not okay with it I can wait until tomorrow and ask-“

“I’m fine with it. It’s okay. I’m okay with it.” He’s already scrambling to sit up. “Now? Or…?”

His eagerness is amusing and it somewhat eases the tension. “Now is good.” He sits up and shrugs the blanket off his shoulders, turning himself to face Seungmin. He looks almost as nervous as Jeongin feels. “You know you don’t have to do this for me, right?”

“I know, I want to.” He scoots closer and gently cups Jeongin’s cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

His stomach flips so hard it feels like he got the wind knocked out of him, “Yeah” he answers breathlessly and closes his eyes. 

Seungmin very slowly, and very carefully presses their lips together for just a few seconds. He pulls back and watches Jeongin’s eyes flutter open as he breathes slowly “Did that help?” He shakes his head no “Are you okay?” He gently lifts his head by placing two fingers under his chin. Jeongin shakes his head yes. “Can you answer me with your words?”

“I wanna try it again.”

“You’re sure?”

“Can you stop asking me that? I’ll stop if I get uncomfortable. You stop if you get uncomfortable. Just kiss me.”

Seungmin pulls him in without hesitation, kissing him repeatedly. They kiss for so long their lips are red and swollen. Every time Jeongin thinks he’s getting close to an answer to his questions, Seungmin does something to make him question it all over again. He’s quickly losing his internal battle with the voice in his head telling him that he shouldn’t like this as much as he does. 

“My neck,” he mumbles against Seungmin’s mouth. He complies wordlessly, pulling him closer and slowly kissing down his neck to his shirt collar. He pulls it aside and kisses as far onto his shoulder as he can manage. Jeongin is panting and he feels Seungmin’s hand run down his side and slip under the hem of his shirt. 

“Can I?” 

“Please” he lifts his arms and lets his shirt be pulled off. Seungmin stops and stares hungrily before he surges forward and seals his mouth to the other side of Jeongin’s neck while his hands roam his newly exposed skin freely. 

Seungmin freezes when he feels a tug at the front of his shirt. He moves to look at Jeongin questioningly, watching as he lays back, pulling harder. Seungmin apprehensively moves on top of him, slotting himself between Jeongin’s thighs “is this what you wanted?”

“Mhm” he’s still gripping the front of his shirt, sliding his hand up. “Take it off.” Seungmin tugs his shirt off and tosses it across his room before hovering back over him. “We’re not having sex.”

“That’s fine, I don’t need anything.” The way his pajama pants are struggling to contain him tells a different story, but Jeongin wouldn’t question it for now. 

He curiously runs his hands up Seungmin’s naked back as they continue kissing, feeling goosebumps prickle in the wake of his touch. He rubs his hands over his shoulders, how long have his shoulders been this wide? 

Seungmin grips his thigh and settles his full weight on top of him as he kisses across Jeongin’s collar bone. To both of their surprise, Jeongin pushes his hips forward and sighs before freezing “is that… is that okay?”

“That’s good, keep going.” Seungmin repositions himself with their hips together and rests his head directly beside Jeongin’s while, he allows him to rut against him, quietly groaning into his ear. 

Seungmin’s neck is almost within reach, it looks so soft… he should probably ask, but he can’t seem to contain himself. He presses a hand between his shoulder blades and pulls him down hard, kissing and licking into the side of his neck. Seungmin moans and thrusts against him. It ignites something within Jeongin and he does it again, nipping at the spot between his neck and shoulder. 

Seungmin hisses through his teeth, “only where I can cover it with clothes.”

“Sorry. Shit. Sorry.” He freezes again. 

“Don’t have to stop. Feels good.”

Jeongin eyes the pink spot on his neck, he hadn’t intended to do it that hard. He hadn’t intended to get carried away at all, he hadn’t intended to like this so much… but he does. 

Seungmin pulls back to look at his face “you okay? Wanna stop?”

Jeongin swallows hard “I’m okay… I don’t want to stop. Do you?”

“Not at all.” Jeongin stretches toward him and kisses him excitedly. He puts a hand at Seungmin’s lower back and pulls him closer while he pushes his hips forward, hoping he gets the hint. He does. 

He grinds himself down between Jeongin’s legs continuously while they make out sloppily. He grabs at one of his hips, pulling him into every thrust while his other hand squeezes against the nape of his neck. 

Jeongin grips at his back, as he loses the strength to even kiss back. He can’t help but feel like he should be embarrassed, he feels like a horny teenager who just discovered dry humping for the first time. But it feels good, so good… too good. 

His body stiffens and his fingers claw into Seungmin’s back as he moans against his open mouth. 

“Oh fuck… did you just…?”

“No?!” Jeongin squeaks, still clinging to him. 

Seungmin keeps their hips together and he’s met with an undeniable wetness “oh my god…” he buries his face back in Jeongin’s neck in an attempt to collect himself. 

“Don’t make fun of me!” 

“Not making fun of you.” He licks a stripe up his neck before he sinks his teeth in and he can feel Jeongin shiver beneath him, “wanna make you do it again. Can you cum again?”

He doesn’t know what it is about Seungmin’s eagerness to get him off, but it leaves him feeling desperate immediately. He nods frantically, “Probably” Seungmin rocks their hips together again and Jeongin stops him almost immediately “this feels gross.” Seungmin looks panicked “the wet fabric! Not you! What you’re doing feels… great. Obviously.” He laughs to himself “Can’t believe I came in my fucking pants.”

“You’re so fucking cute” Seungmin kisses his forehead. “Tell me what you want, baby boy.” He buries his face against Seungmin but his ears are burning “oh that’s the part that’s gonna make you shy? Hmm, baby boy?”  

He’s a full grown adult, why the fuck is that the part that makes him blush? “I want you to take them off. Yours too.”

“Mine too?” 

He nods “part of the experiment. I want to actually be able to see you this time.” His mouth speaks before his brain can catch up, he hadn’t meant to be that honest. 

Seungmin is obviously pleased with his answer, smiling as he sits up “Okay, I can do that.” He pauses with his hands at Jeongin’s waistband and bites his lip as he stares. He has to practically peel Jeongin’s pants off, he looks proud while Jeongin looks disgusted. “Get up there and lay right” he taps Jeongin’s thighs as he climbs off his bed. 

Jeongin takes a second to realize they have in fact, been laying in his bed in the wrong direction this entire time. He moves up to the pillows and Seungmin quickly wipes him down with a wet wipe and tosses it in the trash. “You’re still okay with this?”

“I want this. We’re not having sex but I want to keep going.”

Seungmin pulls off his pajama pants and stares up questioningly as he stands there completely naked and completely hard. Jeongin looks him up and down multiple times as he nods approvingly. 

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to ask if you like what you see?” He teases as he climbs back onto the bed. 

Jeongin smacks his arm “Yeah I think I like what I see.”

“Oh” Seungmin laughs nervously “thanks.” His ears turn pink as he avoids eye contact for a few seconds “do you know what you want?”

Jeongin shakes his head no. “Still not too sure how this all works? What do you want?”

“To make you feel good, make sure you’re satisfied.” Seungmin’s moves closer. 

“What about you?” 

“I’ll figure it out later” he slides his hand up Jeongin’s thigh.

“Wai- yellow.” Seungmin stops. “You don’t have anyone else to take care of you tonight unless you leave… and I don’t want you to leave.” 

He has that soft look in his eyes again. “Do you trust me?”

Jeongin props himself up on his elbows “Of course I do.” trust may have even been putting it lightly. A few months ago he never would’ve imagined he'd be in any sort of scenario like this, now he’s happily experimenting with one of his best friends and they’ve never felt closer. 

Seungmin rolls to his opposite side and starts pulling things from his nightstand. Jeongin may or may not have stolen a glance or two at his back and butt, for science. 

“Wanna get on top of me?” Jeongin stares wide eyed “Not asking you to ride my dick, I mean literally on top of me. So we can both see.” 

He nervously hovers over Seungmin’s bare thighs while he looks up at him in amazement. “You can sit, you don’t have to be afraid to touch me. As long as you’re comfortable.”

Jeongin slowly lowers himself down until he’s straddling his legs. He’s been here before but this feels way more intimate. His eyes scan over Seungmin’s naked body and he’s quickly reminded that unlike previous things they’ve done where he sought out attention because he was horny, he was doing this because another guy had turned him on so much. But he wants this, he wants to shut his brain off and let his body have what it wants. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” The voice breaks him from his daze. 

“I do.” He answers softly as he inches himself forward. He shudders as he watches a warm hand loosely wrap around his sensitive cock and slowly start moving back and forth. “What about you?”

“I have two hands, or another suggestion. Let me know when you’re comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable,” Jeongin answers immediately. 

Seungmin watches his hand as he moves it, “Pretty sure I can get one hand around both of us.” He stares up curiously and watched Jeongin’s mouth fall open. 

He’s curious, but he still needs to get out of his head like before “Kiss me while I think about it?” He shrieks when Seungmin wraps both hands around his back and pulls him in sharply, kissing him deeply. His head is swimming in a matter of minutes “wanna try it.” He mumbles against Seungmin’s lips as he pulls away.

They both watch as he fills his palm with lube and warms it before carefully using it to coat Jeongin’s cock and then his own. “Remember to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop immediately.” 

He shows Jeongin exactly how to position himself and cautiously wraps his fingers around both of them, it’s not a perfect fit but it’s definitely enough. 

Jeongin is gripping his own thighs as Seungmin slowly works them together, it’s easily the most erotic thing he’s experienced firsthand and he can’t seem to pull his eyes away. Part of him is telling him he shouldn’t like it this much, the other is screaming and begging for more. 

Seungmin slips a wet finger between their dicks as he speeds up and Jeongin’s eyes roll back, he’s still so sensitive. “Feels so good,” he moans as his palms find themselves against Seungmin’s chest. 

“So good for me.” Seungmin responds breathlessly as nails start digging into his chest. 

Jeongin moans again as his hips buck forward and he feels himself slide against Seungmin’s shaft. He’s never considered himself to have a praise kink, but something about the way Seungmin speaks to him seems to work every time. 

“More” he begs. 

“More, what baby boy?” He groans as his free hand drags down Jeongin’s thigh “tell me what you want.” His head falls back as he breathes loudly. 

“Say more. Tell me more. Please. Please.” He swears he can see Seungmin smile as he moans and it might be the most attractive he’s ever seen him. 

He pulls his head back up and watches greedily as Jeongin gasps on top of him. “You feel so- fucking good against me.” He strokes them together in earnest, and Jeongin’s thighs tighten around him “taking what I give you so well. Fuck. Doing so fucking good for me.”

Jeongin nods rapidly through his moans “need to cum. Oh shit. Where-” he’s gritting his teeth as his toes curl and he clings to Seungmin’s chest. 

“Cum on me.” He can feel Jeongin’s body twitching on top of him “be a good boy and cum for me.” His stomach is covered in hot cum immediately. It pours over his hand and his own dick as Jeongin moans and writhes on top of him. It’s almost enough to push him over the edge, but not quite. He uses every bit of his willpower to stop himself as he clenches his jaw. 

“Don’t stop. Green.” Jeongin begs through ragged breath. “Like it. Want you- to cum.” 

“Yeah?” Seungmin starts again. 

“PleaseBaby. Please.” He definitely hadn’t meant to call him that, but it slips out as he’s overstimulated. His nails dig perfect crescent moons into Seungmin’s chest as he whines in time with Seungmin’s moans. 

“You’re so fucking perfect. ” Seungmin groans as his eyes start to roll back. “Look so fucking- so fucking good on top of me. So close- ” His hips start bucking forward involuntarily, jostling Jeongin on top of him “Fuck I’m gonna cum-” he adds to the mess on his stomach with a loud, guttural moan as Jeongin squirms with his eyes locked in place. 

The room is silent aside from their panting as Seungmin blindly feels him for the washcloth he’d set on his nightstand. 

Jeongin is completely frozen in place as realization sets in, post nut clarity is a real bitch when it makes you realize you probably like guys. 

Seungmin finishes wiping up what he can, “You okay? Was that too much?” 

“That was…” Jeongin looks completely dumbfounded “that… didn’t feel platonic… did it? That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” He slumps against Seungmin “am I gay?” 

Seungmin laughs as he wraps his arms around him “enjoying messing around with me and being gay aren’t mutually exclusive. You don’t need to label yourself right away just because you’re enjoying yourself. You know that, right?” He buries his face in Seungmin’s neck to avoid answering. “Wanna go shower? You can go first.”

“Can we shower together?” Jeongin feels absurd for even asking but he feels like he might fall apart if he’s alone. 

“Of course we can. Whatever you need.”

“Can I stay with you again tonight?” Seungmin is undoubtedly grateful Jeongin’s face is still buried in his neck because the emotions stirring in him were confusing to say the least. 

“Of course, baby boy. You can stay with me as long as you need to.”

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Jeongin and Seungmin wake up to both their phones going off. They hadn’t even bothered to put pajamas on after their shower and their limbs are still tangled together like they’d been clinging together all night. They had every intention of sleeping in but their phones go off again in rapid succession. 

Seungmin groans and begrudgingly grabs his off the nightstand. He sighs when he opens the group text and drops his phone back down. 

“Time to get up, baby boy. Minho wants us all to go out to breakfast.”

Jeongin groans in response as he stretches and then his eyes pop open and he gasps.

“You okay?” Seungmin is pushing his hair from his face as best he can in the darkness. 

Jeongin nods, he feels guilty for even wanting to ask but he’s not ready to deal with it outside of this room “hey, can we still… not tell everyone about what we’ve been doing? I mean I really like what we’ve been doing but I-” Seungmin kisses him unexpectedly. 

“Hope that was okay. I’m not telling anyone anything, it’s completely your choice and I’m not going to rush you. You don’t even have to sit next to me at the restaurant if you don’t want to.” 

Relief washes over him immediately “thank you, Hyung. One more and then we need to both go brush our teeth. I’ve never been this up close and personal with your morning breath.” He pulls Seungmin in for a long, soft kiss and his mind is swimming exactly like it was last night. “Can I borrow some sweats? I don’t think I should be leaving your room completely naked.”

Hyunjin has already left to get ready back at his place by the time they get up so they quickly get ready and walk over to the other dorm with Felix. 

They make it through breakfast without a hitch and surprisingly end up with the entire day off. Minho decides to stay with Jisung again and Hyunjin comes back home with them. 

Felix couldn’t be happier for the timing, he’s been stuck at the same point in his game for days and he plans to spend the entire day getting through it. Hyunjin manages to sketch for an hour in Felix’s bed before he’s complaining he’s bored. 

He drapes himself over the back of his chair and rubs his hands over Felix’s neck and chest “Do you want Hyung to play with you, angel?” 

“Always” he stretches his neck up and waits for a kiss. “Don’t you have someone else you’re supposed to see today, though? I told Innie he could have you back today if you want to.”

Last night's memories were still a little fuzzy but he’s excited nonetheless “Really?!” 

He turns the chair to face Hyunjin and pulls him into his lap “As long as you both want to, I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re done.” 

“You’re the best.” He kisses Felix again “I love you.”

“I love you too. Go help that boy realize he likes guys already.”

“Should I change? Do I have more clothes here?” He stands abruptly and Felix barely catches him by a pocket. 

“Change? Baby are you nervous?”

“No?! Maybe?” He falls back into Felix’s lap. 

Felix pushes his hair out of his face, “You look perfect. You are perfect. Bring Seungminnie his rope back and if they’re not ready yet come back and I’ll fuck you all you want.”

Hyunjin stops to look in the mirror and apply lip balm on his way out the door, he knows he should have nothing to be nervous about but the feeling is still there. He fiddles with the rope outside Seungmin’s door as he works up the courage to knock. He’s pretty sure he can hear the tv playing but he doesn’t hear either of their voices. 

He taps softly, no answer. He knocks and waits, still no answer. He turns and gets a few steps down the hall when the door cracks open and Seungmin steps halfway out. He’s bleary eyed and his hair is sticking up, he’s got pillow indents on the side of his face, he looks adorable. 

Hyunjin walks back toward him holding out the red bundle. “Did I wake you up?”

He nods sleepily, “you need me, princess?” 

“Just bringing it back. Thought maybe we could hang out for a little bit, I can wait until you’re more awake.” 

Seungmin runs his hand down Hyunjin’s forearm and interlocks their fingers, “I’m awake. Innie is asleep. You can come in though, he looks adorable.” He pulls Hyunjin in and quietly closes the door. 

The light is still on and Jeongin is curled up in the middle of the bed with his hair fanned out over the pillow. Hyunjin watches quietly and turns to Seungmin skeptically, looking him up and down. 

The second pillow is discarded on the other side of the bed and the blankets are folded back behind Jeongin where Seungmin had just crawled out from “so we’re at the platonic spooning phase now?” Hyunjin whispers to the best of his ability as he smooths Seungmin’s bed head as much as possible. 

Seungmin pushes him playfully, “Something like that.” 

Jeongin groans as he rolls over, “You really suck at whispering, you know that?” He rubs the sleep from his eyes with a half smile. 

“Or maybe you’re just too cute for me to contain my excitement.” Hyunjin plops down on the bed, laying halfway across him. 

Jeongin rolls his eyes, though they’re still closed so the only indication is his eyebrows moving. “Just a few more minutes. I’m not moving. You can have the other side”

A few minutes turns to almost an hour as he drifts in and out of sleep peacefully sandwiched between Seungmin and Hyunjin. He doesn’t know if they slept too, he doesn’t even bother to open his eyes and check, but he knows that when he does fully wake up there’s a conversation he should probably have with Hyunjin. 

Eventually, Jeongin lays awake with his eyes closed while he gathers his courage, then he rolls to his opposite side so he’s facing Hyunjin. He can feel Hyunjin stir beside him until he’s carefully wrapping his arms around and running his fingers softly down his back. Goosebumps break out over Jeongin’s body and Hyunjin laughs quietly, there’s no doubt he’s awake. 

Jeongin slowly opens his eyes and they’re practically face to face, Hyunjin is smiling softly as he continues to rub Jeongin’s back. He stares silently for several slow blinks, forcibly holding back the urge to lean in and kiss him. Was this just going to be his new problem? Unable to be face to face with someone without wanting to kiss them?  

“Morning sleepy head.” Hyunjin thankfully breaks the silence. 

“Did you sleep at all, Hyung?”

Hyunjin shrugs “a little. Watched whatever show you guys have on. And you looked so cute curled up against Seungminah I could’ve just watched that the whole time.” He pulls Jeongin in tighter. 

He’s only been awake a few minutes and he’s already blushing, was this going to be the new normal too? Jeongin tries to pull the blanket over his face but it’s much harder with it being wrapped over all three of them. 

“Stop being so shy, we’ve all literally always cuddled. We have no personal space.” Hyunjin teases and tightens his arms for a second until Jeongin isn’t sure he can still breathe. He tries to look behind him to see if Seungmin is awake because he hasn’t moved or said anything yet. “He’s still sleeping. Should we wake him up?” 

Jeongin shakes his head no “might be easier this way…” he takes a deep breath, “Things are… starting to feel… umm less platonic between him and I.”

Hyunjin loosens his grip and starts to slowly pull his hand back “Shit I’m sorry should I not-”

Jeongin cuts him off “No! That’s not what I meant.” There’s no way in hell he could possibly make eye contact with Hyunjin right now “I… I like this too. And I don’t know what that means yet, but you don’t need to stop unless you’re uncomfortable now.”

“Uncomfortable?! Oh you sweet boy, I’m not uncomfortable I just wouldn’t have been teasing you so much if I’d have known.”

Jeongin laughs, “I have a hard time believing that.” Seungmin laughs too and they both quickly look towards him “ oh you’re awake? How long have you been awake?”

“Since you rolled away and took half the blankets with you.” Seungmin perfectly nestles himself against Jeongin’s back as he wraps his arm around both of them as much as he can manage. “Didn’t wanna interrupt your cute little moment, but we all know you’ll probably tease him even more now.” 

Jeongin is hardly listening to them bicker playfully, all he can focus on now is that he’s squished between two bodies with two sets of arms around him. He really liked this too, was it the situation? Or was it the people he was with? He decides that doesn’t matter much right now because it just feels good. He feels good, they feel good, he’d happily stay there the rest of the day. 

“Fall asleep on us again, Innie?”

“Hmm? No. This is just nice.” He doesn’t even feel shy admitting, it’s just nice. 

“I may have had ulterior motives when I came in here.” Hyunjin finally admits when he’s done teasing Jeongin. 

Seungmin laughs and rolls his eyes, “oh really? I had no idea.” Jeongin really did have no idea. 

“Yongbokie reminded me Innie could have me today, thought maybe you could both have me?” Hyunjin pokes his head up over Jeongin to peek at Seungmin. 

Jeongin’s heart starts pounding immediately, he can’t help but wonder if they can both feel it “I umm… I’m still not having sex with either of you.” That’s getting harder to say, why’s that getting harder to say? “But I’ll watch.” 

“That’s fine! Minnie can fuck me and I’ll suck your dick, if you want.” 

If he wants? As if he’d turn down one of the best blowjobs he’s ever had in his life. 

“You first baby boy, Hyunjinnie gets a little useless after he’s cum.”

They all laugh and it eases the tension Jeongin assumes he was the only one feeling. Seungmin finds his place at the top corner of the bed closest to the wall, what he knows from experience is his preferred spot for watching. Hyunjin and I.N kneel face to face in the center of the bed.  

“We’ll check in regularly, you can stop whenever you want. You can tell us to stop at any point. Just do what comes naturally, tell us what you need. Anything you want.” He puts his hands on his own knees and waits patiently. 

Jeongin looks between the two and his hesitation begins to fade, but his heart is racing. He decides to start by treating this like any other hookup he’s had, they’re both familiar with his body now anyway, right? He runs his hands up Hyunjin’s arms, and across his shoulders, settling loosely on either side of his neck. He slowly leans in until he can feel warm breath against his skin, then pulls back just enough to look Hyunjin in the eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He looks like he’s in shock and he slowly nods his head, “Definitely.” 

He glances over Hyunjin’s shoulder with a smirk, watching an equally surprised Seungmin very obviously leaning to get the best view. He carefully presses their lips together once, twice, three times and pulls back to watch his face again. 

Hyunjin’s eyes are still closed and his parted, waiting lips might be the prettiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. His mind starts to empty and his body starts to take control. 

He kisses eagerly this time, allowing his hands to wander and pull them closer together. Hyunjin’s hands are still gripping his knees, so he pushes them apart and brings his mouth by Hyunjin’s ear. 

“Do something with your hands, feels like I’m kissing a statue.”

They find their way to Jeongin’s waist immediately, gripping his shirt as his tongue instinctively grazes over the seam of his lips and they open in invitation. 

He has the back of Hyunjin’s hair with one hand and digs the other into the small of his back sharply pulling them together as Hyunjin climbs into his lap. Jeongin’s lips trail down his jaw and latch to his throat as he watches behind them at Seungmin who looks equally impressed and envious. 

He tightens his grip and flips Hyunjin onto his back next to Seungmin’s legs, slotting himself between Hyunjin’s thighs as he gasps beneath him. He’s briefly running on instinct now, shutting off the alarms in his brain that are trying their best to interrupt him. 

He props himself on his knees, leans over Hyunjin and grips Seungmin’s shirt collar “Kiss me”

“You’re sure you want that?” He stays in his spot but his eyes are fixed on Jeongin’s lips. 

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

Seungmin lurches forward and immediately seals their mouths together like he’s been waiting to do it for years and not hours and Hyunjin whines beneath them as he watches. He mouths down Jeongin’s throat, laughing as he feels his breath hitch. 

Seungmin nips at the side of his neck then brings his mouth up near his ear and whispers “Bossy little fox didn’t even ask the first time.” He pulls back to watch again, staying within arms reach. 

Jeongin immediately kisses Hyunjin again, they both kiss so differently, they feel so different, it’s so new. He can’t get enough. 

Hyunjin moans as Jeongin buries his face into the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking at all the exposed skin he can reach. Hyunjin’s fingers dig into his back as he rocks their hips together until they’re both panting, it’s exactly the same position he’d found himself in last night but now he wants to be the one in control. 

Jeongin can feel how hard Hyunjin is beneath him and he’s nearly panicking internally, but it almost feels more like excitement.

He glances up at Seungmin as he breathes heavily, his eyes are constantly flickering between the two of them until he locks eyes with Jeongin. 

“Do you need to slow down, little fox? Need a break?”

“I don’t… I don’t want it to stop.” It comes out like a revelation. He looks between them pleadingly. 

“Wanna give me a turn with him while you catch your breath?”

Jeongin bites his lip “Not yet.” He settles onto his knees and Hyunjin drapes his legs over his thighs. He looks Hyunjin up and down several times before he slides his hands up his thighs and over his hips. He stops at the hem of Hyunjin’s shirt, “Can I take this off?”

“Yes!” Hyunjin blurts out immediately. Jeongin pulls it off and tosses it directly at Seungmin with a smirk. 

He gulps as he looks down, “ oh shit” he’d just seen Hyunjin practically naked a day ago but somehow he feels like he hadn’t really seen him despite how hard he was staring. 

His arms are sprawled over his head, his cheeks are a little flushed, his lips are even more pink and puffy than usual. Jeongin watches his abs flex with every hard exhale, watches his chest heave. 

This is completely different than he feels with Seungmin. He wants to pin Hyunjin down and- nope. Nope that’s off the table. He shakes the thought from his head but his hands are already gripping Hyunjin’s waist. 

He slides his hands up Hyunjin’s body leans down to kiss him hungrily. Hyunjin locks his legs around Jeongin’s waist and grinds against him as he moans into every sloppy kiss. Jeongin’s head is swimming, he’s felt this before “yellow” he huffs out quietly and Hyunjin loosens his legs and pulls his head back. 

“You okay? Was that too much?”

“I’m okay. That was good. Really good. Just need to breathe for a second.” He drops his head forward so their foreheads are pressed together. “Just need a minute. Can I just watch for a minute now?”

He kisses Hyunjin’s cheek as he sits up and moves beside Seungmin with his back pressed to the wall. 

“You okay?” Seungmin strokes his cheek softly. 

He gives a shy, knowing smile “mhm didn’t wanna get carried away.” 

“You’re so fucking cute.” Seungmin leans in and kisses him. “Probably a good thing you stopped, he would’ve been begging pretty soon. Wanna hear him beg?”

“Yes” Jeongin doesn’t even think before answering, Seungmin and Hyunjin both hold back laughs. 

Seungmin takes Jeongin’s previous position between Hyunjin’s thighs and freely runs his hands over every inch of Hyunjin’s bare torso. He takes his time rolling Hyunjin’s nipples between his fingers and he moans under Seungmin’s touch alone. 

He grabs Hyunjin’s hands and pins them above his head and presses himself into Hyunjin’s groin “Show me you can still tap my hand.” He moves his fingers experimentally until they tap against Seungmin’s knuckles “Good. Go on, princess. Show us how good you can make yourself feel.” 

Jeongin watches as Hyunjin squirms beneath Seungmin, planting one foot against the mattress for leverage. His hips move in small thrusts and he breathes out in puffs. 

“There we go, good boy” Hyunjin whines at the praise, thrusting against him harder. “Such a good, dirty boy, fucking my thigh for his own pleasure.” 

“ Thank you” it comes out in a needy moan and Jeongin’s mouth falls open silently. 

Seungmin is watching Hyunjin with the same dark look he’s seen a few times. He’s never seen Hyunjin like he is now, never seen him look so desperate. The combination has his head swimming and when bed starts rocking with Hyunjins movements he’s doing everything he can to keep his hands off himself.  

Seungmin runs his free hand across Hyunjin’s body before he wraps it loosely around his throat, “tap my hand, princess.” He taps his knuckles from his bound position “that’s it, you’re doing so good for me.” He tightens his grip as he stares into Hyunjin’s eyes “Did you know he likes to be choked, Innie? I’ll teach you how to do it properly another day.” 

Jeongin nods deftly, unable to respond verbally. Very quickly becoming too far gone for this to have even been considered a break. He can see the tension leaving Seungmin’s grip and Hyunjin gasps as his eyes roll back and his hips falter. 

“Please. Please Minnie.” 

Seungmin tightens his grip again, leaning down and kissing him hard “Did you think you were cumming before Innie?” Hyunjin whines as he loosens his grip again “that’s cute, princess. I said ‘make yourself feel good’, not make yourself cum.”

Hyunjin’s head slumps to the side as Seungmin removes his hand from his throat and he stares at Jeongin with unfocused eyes as he grinds into Seungmin’s body shakily.

 “ Please, Innie. I’ll-” he’s cut off by Seungmin’s fingers shoving into his mouth. He uses them to turn him back so they’re face to face again. 

“ No.” It's stern, no question about it. 

Jeongin swallows dryly “You should listen, Hyung. Maybe I’ll let you cum when he’s done with you.”

Hyunjin whines and lays still, tapping Seungmin’s knuckles three times. He pulls his fingers out of Hyunjin’s mouth and loosens his grip around his wrists. “Need a break, baby?” He rubs his wet fingers over Hyunjin’s cheek. 

“Mhm, if I’m not allowed to cum.” he pouts at Seungmin as he moves off of him. 

“I’ll make you cum as many times as you want, after him.”

There’s an obvious wet spot at the front of Hyunjin’s pajamas and he still looks dazed in a way that Jeongin has never seen before. 

“How are you doing Innie?” Seungmin rubs his shoulder and his gaze flickers away from Hyunjin. 

How was he doing? Damn near desperate at this point. All hesitation is completely gone, all that’s left is need  

“I’m good, Hyung. Horny, but good.” He can hear Hyunjin whine as sits up. “Mind if I take a turn with your princess?” The word feels foreign in his mouth but the look on Seungmin’s face is priceless. 

He clenches his jaw but it’s clearly disguising a smile. “That’s up to him.” He grabs Jeongin by the chin as he starts to turn away “but he is my princess. You earn your own name.” 

Jeongin laughs and gets the urge to kiss the stupid possessive look off his face, so he does. “Such a cute little puppy. Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”

Seungmin is scowling while blushing and Hyunjin is cackling behind them. Jeongin leans in to whisper to Seungmin and he quickly climbs off his bed and goes to his closet to pull out an old pillow, tossing it on the floor beside the bed. 

Jeongin hadn’t gone into this expecting to tease either of them, he’d expected to take a more passive role, but this was way better. 

“Wanna suck my dick again?” Hyunjin enthusiastically agrees “Good, I’m dying to feel your mouth around me again. Get on your knees.” He settles into the pillow and looks up at both of them expectantly. “Oh, Hyunjin-ah,” he strokes his cheek as Hyunjin’s jaw drops in shock. It definitely wasn't the first time Jeongin dropped the honorifics, but this was different. “that pillow wasn’t meant for your knees. I said I’d let you cum, didn’t I?”

His eyes go wide and now Seungmin is the one laughing, “so cocky now.”

“Just doing what comes naturally” he positions himself between Hyunjin and the edge of his bed “what do you think, Hyunjin-ah? Think you can get yourself off with my cock in your pretty mouth?”

He pulls the pillow between his thighs, then pulls down Jeongin’s pajamas and boxers in one fluid motion without warning. Hyunjin shoves him against the bed and grips his hips as he stares up “You’re a little menace, you know that?” He leans forward and nips at the lean flesh of Jeongin’s thighs, smiling to himself when he gasps. “I’m not holding back this time. You can take it.” 

He starts with the same skill he ended with last time and only gets better from there. Jeongin’s knees can hardly hold him up and his elbows buckle when he tries to hold himself up against the mattress. He wants to watch, he really does, but his neck keeps finding itself falling backward as his eyes roll back. 

He feels the mattress dip behind him and nearly falls backward until Seungmin gently pushes his shoulder forward. 

“What’s your color, little fox?” He feels Hyunjin slow enough for him to think a somewhat coherent thought. 

“ Green. O-oh fuck.”

Seungmin sits behind him with his legs slung on either side of him “How about you, princess?” He feels two taps brush against his calf. Jeongin slumps against Seungmin as Hyunjin picks up the pace again. “Can I take this off?” He slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt, gently brushing over his skin. 

“Mhm yours - fuck - yours too” He pulls them both off and tosses them aside, pulling Jeongin against him again as he hooks his chin over his shoulder to look at Hyunjin. 

“Are you holding back on us, little fox? Making Hyunjinnie work like this with no reward? Show him how pretty you sound, let him hear how good he’s doing.” He moans with his full chest and his body shudders, it opens a floodgate and he’s unable to hold them back anymore.

He laces the fingers of one hand through Hyunjin’s hair for no reason other than it feels amazing, while he grips at Seungmin’s leg to ground himself. He can feel Seungmin’s chest rise and fall with every deep breath he takes while he feels Hyunjin moan around him. It’s almost too much already. 

Hyunjin’s hips falter slightly and he stares up at them with half lidded eyes. Seungmin runs his hand up Jeongin’s abs while the other holds him steady and he can see Hyunjin’s thighs quaking. 

“Do you wanna cum, baby?” The question was intended for Hyunjin but they both answer yes. 

He stares down at Hyunjin while he kisses and nips at Jeongin’s shoulders to bring out even more noises “Cum for us. Just like that. Such good boys .”

The praise and stimulation are very quickly too much and Jeongin stops breathing completely as his orgasm crashes over him in waves. He finally gasps when Hyunjin swallows around him through his own moans as his nails dig into Jeongin’s hips. 

Jeongin is seeing spots while his ears ring and Hyunjin’s head is plastered to his thighs as he breathes raggedly. 

“ Fuck I really could watch you two all the time… how are my beautiful boys doing? Need anything?”

Jeongin pets Hyunjin’s hair and lets his head fall back into Seungmin’s shoulder. “Th-think I need to lay down.”

Hyunjin laughs against his legs “told you i wasn't gonna hold back. I really thought you could take it.” He pulls Jeongin’s pants and boxers off of his ankles and stares up at Seungmin and Jeongin with wide eyes as they kiss lazily. “And I need to take these off.”

“-can take it.” Jeongin answers mostly into Seungmin’s mouth until he pulls away “taking them off by yourself?”

“Are you offering?”

Seungmin laughs “I’ve been holding you up for the last few minutes, baby boy. I don’t think you’re in any shape to help. I’ll get you cleaned up princess.”

Jeongin curls back up in the middle of Seungmin’s bed and watches curiously as he crouches down to undress Hyunjin. He knows how gross the sticky fabric feels from personal experience, but maybe it wasn’t so bad from an outside perspective. 

Hyunjin hisses at the cold cloth swiping against his thigh and grabs at Seungmin’s hand as it moves toward his crotch “tch not even gonna use your mouth after I did such a good job?” Seungmin glares at him “hmm afraid you won’t be able to kiss your baby boy if you taste like cum?”

“Can’t make it through anything without being a fucking brat, huh Princess?” He pulls his hand away and wipes him clean anyway. 

“I don’t mind.” Jeongin pipes up unexpectedly “I mean I’ve kissed plenty of people after they’ve gone down on me, can’t be that different… right?”

Hyunjin practically jumps on top of him as soon as Seungmin is finished “you just keep getting even better.” He kisses Jeongin while Seungmin pulls stuff out of his nightstand. Hyunjin pulls back and looks over his shoulder, “Shouldn’t you have already known that?”

Seungmin still looks annoyed, or maybe even a little jealous so Jeongin answers for him “We don’t do that. Or… haven’t yet?” He peeks over at Seungmin to gauge his reaction “I haven’t asked.”

“Well then what do you do? Because from how I’ve heard you moan down the hall there’s no way he’s just watching you get off.” 

Jeongin is blushing, but there’s quite literally a naked man on top of him so it shouldn’t really matter that much. “What it looks like he’s about ready to do to you, but it doesn’t end with his dick in my ass.”

Hyunjin gasps as sits up on top of him, Seungmin uses the opportunity to rush between them and kiss Jeongin himself. “I didn’t even know that was an option?! Innie, are you a bottom?!” He’s too busy kissing Seungmin to answer right away “I mean I assumed you’d be fucking me some day, but I can work with that.”

Seungmin pulls off with a low laugh and Jeongin answers “it’s not an option, at least not today. And I don’t think I’m a bottom? I mean obviously I’ve never tried but I think I’d like both. Is there a name for that?”

Hyunjin climbs off of him “Vers! Like me! I mostly top Felix, but obviously like getting fucked by Seungminah. I guess it makes sense you’re not just a top because he’s super picky about who-”

“Baby.” Seungmin cuts him off. “That’s enough.” Hyunjin sucks both his lips in and tucks his hands in his lap, Jeongin looks between them suddenly feeling slightly anxious.

He sits and moves to the edge of the bed, reaching out for Seungmin. “Are you okay, Hyung? You seem… do you want to stop?”

“I’m okay, baby boy. Thank you for checking in.” He leans down wraps his arms around Jeongin’s neck while Jeongin’s wraps his arms around his waist. “I don’t want to stop. As long as both of you are okay with that.” They both happily agree. 

“I think you should focus on him for a little before we start back up though, Innie. I’m gonna be hogging him for a while.” Hyunjin suggests from behind them, it was partly true, but he had a good feeling as to what the cause of the sudden tension was. Seungmin mouths “thank you” over Jeongin’s shoulder. 

Jeongin tightens his grip and looks up at him “Is there something you need, Hyung?”

“Just you right now.”

Hyunjin silently cringes at how obviously soft they are for each other as they kiss yet again, it’s adorable. 

Jeongin pulls away first and eyes Seungmin’s body in front of him as he straightens his back. Any hesitation he felt before is completely gone, he just wants to keep going.  

He pushes his palms into Seungmin’s back and slowly presses his lips into Seungmin’s chest just below his collarbone as he stares up. He moves lower as he kisses across and down his sternum while Seungmin stares at him with amazement at such a simple act. Jeongin grips Seungmin’s waist and pushes him back as he slides off the bed and kisses down his stomach. 

Seungmin catches his chin with his fingertips “You don't have to.”

Jeongin laughs and kisses at his hip bone “I’m not ready to suck you dick, but it’s easier to get your pants off from down here. Can I?”

“Of course, anything you want. You don’t have to ask.” Jeongin very slowly and carefully pulls off his pants and boxers, allowing him to step out of them. Hyunjin whistles behind him. Jeongin can feel the heat rising in his cheeks and he can’t bring himself to look up at Seungmin’s face. He's gotten pretty comfortable seeing Seungmin naked now but he’s surprised at how comfortable he feels with his dick being just a few inches from his face. And maybe , just maybe if Hyunjin wasn’t there... But he doesn’t want to embarrass himself with an audience. 

He holds the backs of Seungmin’s thighs and kisses over the front of each one. He can hear Hyunjin stirring on the bed behind him so he finally peeks up, Seungmin is staring at him with equal parts softness and need. He turns and Hyunjin is watching them on all fours while he bites his lip. Jeongin kisses back up his body and sits on the edge of the bed again, pulling Seungmin against him. 

“Almost your turn, Hyunjinnie.” He pats the spot behind him and Hyunjin gladly moves into place, pressing their naked bodies together. He pulls Seungmin into a heated kiss while Hyunjin kisses over his shoulders. He wants more, he can’t get the thought out of his head. 

He skims his knuckles down Seungmin’s torso, freezing just below his bellybutton and pulls back just enough to watch his face as he inches his hand lower. Jeongin’s fingers barely graze his length and he gasps. “This okay?”

Seungmin nods “it’s good” 

Jeongin has never touched a dick besides his own but how different could it be. He delicately wraps his fingers around and Seungmin groans softly before he can even make a full movement. One of Hyunjin’s hands moves to Jeongin’s inner thigh and he pulls himself flush against him as he works his lips against Jeongin’s neck. 

Things quickly get blurry as Seungmin kisses and sucks at the other side of his neck at the same time as Hyunjin. Someone’s hand is stroking Jeongin’s cock while he strokes Seungmin’s. He’s pretty sure Hyunjin is getting himself off against his back at some point but it doesn’t even bother him, it all just feels so fucking good.

Jeongin is pretty sure his hand is moving of it’s own accord by now. He’s completely incapable of even kissing back, he’s not even sure he can think coherently, he’s just chasing pleasure and wants to make sure they feel it too. 

Jeongin can hear both of them moaning on either side of him, he can hear himself moaning and cussing, it’s almost like an out of body experience, it’s incredible.

“Got - fuck -  stop if you don’t want me to cum baby boy.”

Jeongin blinks fuzzily and the hand around his own cock slows. “He’ll be hard again by the time he’s done prepping me, just do what you want.” Hyunjin whispers against him. 

Seungmin has his forehead pressed into the top of Jeongin’s head as his jaw clenches, Jeongin slows himself “Want me to stop?” The hand around him stops completely as Hyunjin stops kissing his neck and shoulder. 

“-be comfortable” Seungmin manages to strain out. 

“Not what I asked.” Jeongin pants as the blood makes its way back to his brain “Do you want me to stop?” He’s barely moving his hand. 

Seungmin shakes his head no rapidly “Don’t want you to stop baby. Wanna cum. Need to.”

Jeongin feels an entirely new power wash over him immediately, it’s intoxicating. In the beginning he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to be doing but now he had proof that whatever he is doing is working better than he expected. 

He moves exactly like he would on himself and Seungmin is moaning louder than he’s heard so far. He’s got a hand on the back of each of their necks, pulling himself into them.

“ Come on Minnie, cum for us. ” Hyunjin sounds like he’s practically begging. He taps Jeongin’s thigh once and hopes he can take the hint.

“ Cum for us, baby.” 

Seungmin cums with a growl, pouring over Jeongin’s fist and landing on the sheets between his legs. 

He gets it now. Jeongin finally gets it. The power of holding someone’s pleasure in the palm of your hand- literally. The external validation of a job well done. The pride. The need. This was better than everything he’d been doing the last few months. 

“Oh shit” he’s pretty sure he has to pick his jaw up off the ground as he stares at the mess between his legs and over his fingers. 

Hyunjin is already kissing at his neck again, “First time?” He nods deftly. 

“Sorry baby boy, I’ll clean it up.” Seungmin steps back for a wet wipe and Hyunjin runs his hand down Jeongin’s arm until it loosely wraps around his wrist. He brings Jeongin’s hand to his mouth and laps his tongue over his thumb. Jeongin cranes his body to watch better and Seungmin stops in his tracks. 

Hyunjin tongues between his fingers sloppily, letting it coat his lips and smear across his chin as he watches Jeongin with a glint in his eyes. He drops Jeongin’s hand and Seungmin quickly wipes at the puddle between his legs. 

Hyunjin stares at Jeongin pridefully with his lips glossed in cum and it unlocks something primal within him. He manhandles Hyunjin onto his back and pushes himself back between his thighs while Hyunjin shrieks and giggles like he’s getting exactly what he wanted. Jeongin stares at him darkly as he holds him in place by his hair at the top of his head. His chest is heaving as he crushes their lips together, licking into Hyunjin’s mouth and sucking at his lips. 

“Oh fuck” Seungmin stares at them in disbelief, frozen and unblinking. His voice is enough to snap Jeongin out of it and he slowly pulls away and sheepishly peeks behind himself to see Seungmin standing slack-jawed and completely hard again already. He looks back to Hyunjin and he’s smiling back with small unfocused little blinks and bright eyes, the bottom of his face shining in the overhead light. 

Jeongin sits back on his heels and wipes the back of his hand over his own mouth. “ Oh. Oh shit. I’m sorry! Are you okay? I don’t know why I did that.” He’s frantically checking Hyunjin to make sure he didn’t hurt him because he doesn’t exactly know how he managed to get them into this position. 

“I’m fucking fantastic.” Hyunjin giggles and wipes his face. “That was so hot. I love being thrown around.” He props himself on his elbows and eyes Seungmin from head to toe “Think your baby boy likes your cum, did you like watching him take it from my mouth?” 

Jeongin’s ears burn hotter than they ever have and he squeezes his eyes shut, he has absolutely no smartass response. He did like it. He hadn’t even considered what he was doing but he could still taste it and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t just turning him on even more. 

“That’s right, princess, he’s my baby boy. And he can like whatever he wants.” Seungmin finally moves onto the bed and runs his fingers up the entirety of Jeongin’s back “Loved the way my feral little fox attacked you, knew he had it in him, never would’ve guessed that’s what’d bring it out.” He kisses between Jeongin’s shoulder blades. 

“I-I…” Jeongin stutters softly and chews on his lip, he nods slowly. He’s so obviously embarrassed he can’t even lie. 

Seungmin whispers against his ear as he presses himself into Jeongin “Just have to ask for what you want, baby.” He kisses the side of his head. “Turn over princess, elbows and knees.” Hyunjin spreads himself directly in front of them and Jeongin would have been embarrassed at any other point in time, but it was somehow less embarrassing than his current revelation. 

“Wh-what do you want me to do?” He nervously asks Seungmin. 

“Stay here and watch or get on your back underneath him, your choice.”

Jeongin positions himself beneath Hyunjin and they lay chest to chest as Seungmin works Hyunjin open. He’s got it down to a science by now, he doesn’t even bother teasing him like he teased Jeongin but Hyunjin is moaning in his ear nonetheless. 

Jeongin is combing his fingers through Hyunjin’s long locks with his eyes closed, taking in every sound and small movement. He never imagined he’d be in this position, he never imagined he’d want to be there more than anything. He sighs loudly as he pets Hyunjin’s head. 

“Am I - mmm - squishing you?” Hyunjin strains through his moans. 

“Nope.” Jeongin finally opens his eyes and stares down Hyunjin’s arched back. He runs his fingers over the flexing muscles with his free hand as he watches Seungmin bury his fingers in Hyunjin’s ass. 

“You ready, Princess?” Seungmin pushes his hips into place. 

Hyunjin nods into Jeongin’s neck “mhm please fuck me, Minnie.”

Jeongin couldn’t even care less if it was just performative speech, it was still hot. “You okay, baby boy?”

“I’m great” Jeongin laughs and kisses at Hyunjin’s shoulder “you heard him, fuck him ‘Minnie’” 

Seungmin looks equally flustered and smug “That’s two baby boy, do we need to have a talk about punishments when we’re done here or are you gonna be a good boy?”

Jeongin is pretty sure something in him just fluttered. “They’re funishments. They’re worth it.” Hyunjin whispers. 

“We’ll see. Show me what you can do first.” He has a pretty good feeling Seungmin actually likes the teasing by how adorably flustered he gets every time but maybe now isn’t the right time to test it. So he whispers to Hyunjin instead, hoping he can be quiet enough for it to stay between them, “be a good boy and show me how to take him.”

Hyunjin gasps “Really?!” He answers far too loud, followed by a long moan as Seungmin pushes into him, eyes locked on Jeongin’s. He grips Hyunjin’s hips and moves in deep, slow strokes. 

Oh, maybe he should’ve taken them up on this offer a while ago. Maybe he should’ve stayed back behind them and watched. 

Jeongin’s thoughts are cut short when Hyunjin starts kissing at his neck between his moans. He instinctively wraps his arms around him and Seungmin starts to thrust in harder, jarring Hyunjin into him repeatedly. 

Jeongin watches as Seungmin smirks and shoves Hyunjin’s hips down until they’re flush against his. He inhales sharply as he feels Hyunjin’s cock trapped between them, rubbing against his with every thrust now. Clearly that had been Seungmin’s intention from the beginning. That could work. 

“Want you both.” Hyunjin groans as Jeongin starts softly moaning beneath him. 

Seungmin thrusts harder, their bare skin slapping against each other “No”

“Please” he begs. 

“No.” Seungmin growls and slaps his ass. 

It’s probably a good thing he’s so adamant because Jeongin may have considered it. He wouldn’t have known how to but oh, he would’ve tried. 

Hyunjin doesn’t ask again, he kisses Jeongin hastily instead but Jeongin can’t stop imagining it as he listens to the sounds Seungmin pulls out of him effortlessly. Watching has been great, he’s practically involved already with how his dick is tightly trapped between his and Hyunjin’s stomachs… but he wants more. 

“So close” he whines into Jeongin’s mouth “-m so close”

Jeongin has no idea what he’s supposed to do. 

“Already?” Seungmin teases. 

Hyunjin presses his head back into the crook of Jeongin’s neck and nods rapidly. “Please. Please.” 

Seungmin runs his fingers up Hyunjin’s spine, brushing over Jeongin’s arms around him “Don’t ask me, baby.” He stares at Jeongin and cocks an eyebrow. 

“Please Innie, let me cum.” Hyunjin begs as his muscles start twitching. 

Jeongin considers for half a second what that means for him, it’ll probably be worth it. “Cum for us, pretty boy.” He can feel Hyunjin writhing on top of him and he watches Seungmin’s eyes roll back as Hyunjin clenches around him. 

Oh shit. He can actually feel every hot pulse as Hyunjin’s cum pools on his stomach, providing the most mind blowing slip between them. He squeezes his eyes shut, gripping the sheets with one hand and Hyunjin with the other. 

Hyunjin moans louder with every thrust as he’s driven to overstimulation. “Oh fuck- good boy.” Jeongin is trying his best to move in any way to get any more stimulation against his now desperate cock, but it’s difficult with his position. 

“Ride me just like this, Princess.” Seungmin keeps his hands pressed against Hyunjin’s back, keeping them pinned together.

Hyunjin’s movements are unbelievably fluid, pushing himself back into Seungmin and grinding himself forward against Jeongin’s cock. It’s clearly a situation he’s been in before. 

“How’s that, baby boy?” Jeongin has been so lost in pleasure since Hyunjin came he hadn’t even noticed Seungmin watching him. 

He stares back half lidded as he forces himself to catch his breath “so good. So - fucking good.” He rubs at whatever part of Hyunjin he’s managed to get his hand on as he moans “so good”

Hyunjin’s hips stutter as he whimpers.

“Want you both to cum” Seungmin finally looks like he’s as desperate as they have been. “Wanna fill you up.”

It hits Jeongin like a punch to the gut. The three of them are covered in sweat and moaning deafeningly. Jeongin’s nails are dug into Hyunjin’s skin. 

“Just like that, baby. Fuck - So close. make us cum baby.”  Seungmin is barely holding on by a thread but he’s determined to finish last. 

Jeongin’s eyes are just about stuck rolled back, “gonna -oh fuck- gonna cum. Cum with me” His back arches off the bed as much as it can with Hyunjin on top of him and he moans and cusses as he fills the space between them with even more cum. 

Hyunjin follows almost simultaneously, pumping himself nearly dry with a sob as his body seizes to a stop. Seungmin groans at the loss of movement, running his hands over Hyunjin’s back “Gr-green. Cum in my ass baby. Fill me.”

It only takes a few sloppy thrusts for Seungmin to empty himself into Hyunjin’s hole, moaning and panting as he slumps forward onto them. “Such good boys” he manages after several deep breaths “so good.”

Jeongin watches the two men on top of him recollect themselves as he lays there completely limp and pliant. He’s never even felt this satisfied after actually having sex and he knows he has a big cheesy smile plastered to his face, but he doesn’t even care if they see it too.

There is absolutely zero “straight” explanation for what he just did and how he felt about it, and he is surprisingly fine with that. “You’re good too” he lazily reaches for Seungmin and pets Hyunjin’s hair with the other hand “both of you. Good boys. Good Hyungs.”

Seungmin tenderly kisses Hyunjin’s back as he carefully pulls out and settles beside them “Let’s get you filthy boys cleaned up enough to shower, yeah?” They both nod sleepily and Jeongin realizes he’s too afraid to move because there’s definitely at least three loads trapped between them. 

Jeongin grimaces at the squelching as Seungmin pulls them apart and helps Hyunjin lay on his back beside him. He glances down at himself in disgust, he’s never seen that much cum in one place before, let alone all over himself.

Seungmin is staring at him hungrily as he blindly makes his way to the nightstand, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. He glances over at Hyunjin, he’s already half asleep and objectively even hotter covered in cum and sweat. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Seungmin very carefully wipes at the mess on his stomach, constantly folding the cloth to a new dry spot as he works. “So fucking hot” he breathes as he makes his was towards Jeongin’s sticky cock. He pauses and his eyes flicker from the remaining pool to Jeongin’s eyes, he licks his lips. “Can I?” He tosses the sopping wet towel and leans down toward Jeongin’s stomach. 

“Yes. Hell yes.” Seungmin drags a flat tongue over his abs, sighing contently as he swallows. He takes Jeongin’s hand in his, “stop me when it’s too much.” He laps his tongue over Jeongin’s soft, overly sensitive cock, watching as he tries not to squirm. He suckles at the tip and Jeongin’s mouth falls open as whiny moans escape. Jeongin gasps and his body threatens to collapse in on itself as Seungmin sucks the entirety of his soft length into his mouth and massages it with his tongue. 

His head crashes back into the pillow and his grip on Seungmin’s hand is bone crushingly tight, he can hardly even recognize the sounds he’s making. 

He can feel a hand pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, he pushes into the touch and Hyunjin kisses the bridge of his nose. He’s not even half hard and it’s still almost too much, it’s nothing like he’s ever experienced. 

Hot tears well in Jeongin’s eyes before they slip past his lashes, trickling down into his hair and pooling in his ear. He can’t even verbalize how close he is to cumming even though he thought it’d be impossible. He’s practically convulsing before he knows it, a strong hand on his chest holds him in place while Seungmin buries his nose against his pubic bone and swallows repeatedly even though he’s not sure anything actually came out. He’s frantically squeezing at Seungmin’s hand, there’s no way he could even keep track of how many times as he’s pretty sure his brain melted away with his last orgasm. 

He lays there like a boneless, empty husk of a human as Seungmin carefully releases him and the pressure against his chest turns into gentle rubs. The whole room is spinning and everything sounds muffled but he’s pretty sure somebody is hovering over him, he manages to peel one eye open. 

“So fucking beautiful.” Seungmin swipes at the corner of his eye and brings his wet finger to his mouth. “My beautiful baby boy.” He kisses Jeongin’s forehead. “Too much?” Jeongin shakes his head no weakly. “Good?” He manages one singular nod. “Gonna get Hyunjinnie cleaned up but we’re right here beside you, ‘Kay?” 

“-kay” he waits for the panic to wash over him like it has before, but it doesn’t happen. He’s comfortable, content, blissfully happy with everything that just happened. And he doesn’t mind what that means for him. 

Jeongin watches bleary eyed and amused as Hyunjin giggles while Seungmin licks and sucks at his stomach. Seungmin moves up and grips both sides of Hyunjin’s jaw, forcing his mouth open to spit the remnants of their release into it. Hyunjin swallows and proudly lolls his tongue out to display his empty mouth. “My pretty little cumslut.” They kiss a few times and Seungmin pulls back to look at both of them. “I’ll be right back.” He climbs off the bed and leaves the room completely naked. 

Jeongin turns on his side to face Hyunjin, blinking slowly as he takes the time to actually look at him. He quietly and unapologetically takes in every bit of his face. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Hyunjin looks amused and moves closer, draping his arm over Jeongin’s waist “Yeah?”

Jeongin nods and pushes Hyunjin’s hair out of his face “one of the prettiest men I’ve ever seen.” He leans in and kisses Hyunjin softly before he lays back down, keeping his hand cupped over his cheek. He can feel the heat rising under his touch as Hyunjin blushes. 

“Who’d have thought it’d only take multiple orgasms for you to be so sweet.” He giggles and pulls them together, Jeongin rolls his eyes. 

Seungmin comes back in chewing, haphazardly carrying three to-go cups against his chest while their condensation drips down his stomach. The other two look at him questioningly. 

“I was gonna get us water, but Yongbokie got us all food. He’s eating in his room.”

Hyunjin pops up and grabs a drink from Seungmin before happily sitting cross legged and holding it with two hands “Best boyfriend ever” he whispers probably to himself as he sips. 

Seungmin hands one to Jeongin as he awkwardly remembers that one of the guys who was just doing unspeakable things with did in fact have a boyfriend right down the hall. He drinks quietly as he looks between them. He’s been thankful for their dynamic for a while now, but now he’s starting to think he might finally understand it. 

“We need to shower, and I need to wash my sheets. Can you stand yet?” He teases Jeongin as he rubs his bare thigh. 

Jeongin rolls his eyes “I can stand.” He looks back at Hyunjin questioningly 

“I’m good. I could even go again.” Jeongin stares at him incredulously. 

They all walk to the bathroom completely naked and Hyunjin reaches for tissues as soon as they close the door. “Show me” Seungmin seems to know exactly what’s happening. Hyunjin turns around and spreads his legs, revealing streams of cum dripping down his balls and thigh. Seungmin nods approvingly, rubbing over Hyunjin’s ass as he stares. Jeongin stares in disbelief, adding it to his quickly growing mental list of things he probably would’ve found disgusting a few months ago that he now finds unreasonably hot. 

The three of them shower together, finally scrubbing the layers of sweat and dried flaky cum off of each other. 

They run their hands over Jeongin’s body far more than necessary but he happily welcomes it, basking in the warmth and intimacy. He kisses both of them as they take turns in the water until the entire bathroom is filled with steam. 

When they finally get out and dry off their hands and feet and pruned and their cheeks are pink from heat. They finally separate to dress but not before Seungmin has Jeongin pinned to the wall between their rooms, kissing him slowly. 

Jeongin throws himself onto his bed as soon as he shuts his door and rolls around dramatically. His lips are almost raw and sore from how much he’s put them to use. He doesn’t even know what time it is, he doesn’t even know how long they spent together, he just knows it was the best afternoon he’s had in way too long. He’s almost certain by now that he likes more than just their company, he’s pretty sure he actually likes both of them. He might have liked them for a while, too, but he forced that part of himself down. He doesn’t want to do that anymore, but he’s not quite sure he can say that out loud yet. 

He chooses his clothes with more intent than usual without making it too obvious, hopefully. He picks underwear he knows hugs him just right - just in case. He sprays himself with cologne and puts on some very much needed lip balm. He nods at himself in the mirror, nice but not obvious. Hopefully. He heads straight to Seungmin’s room. 

Seungmin is already dressed comfortably in his typical baggy clothes, his bed is already stripped and Jeongin can hear the washing machine running. He walks in without knocking, casually picking up his drink off the nightstand and climbing onto his bed beside him. 

“You hungry, Hyung?”

“Starving,” he sighs, “should we see if Hyunjinnie wants to eat with us?” Jeongin agrees it’s probably the best idea, and he definitely wouldn’t object to spending more time with both of them. 

He locks his fingers with Jeongin’s and pulls him towards Felix’s room, he’d be lying if he said the simple action didn’t make his heart race just a little bit. Seungmin knocks with his free hand, no answer. 

“You eating with us, Hyunjinnie?”

Felix groans on the other side of the door then answers for him “He’ll be there in a minute.” 

Jeongin stares at Seungmin with wide eyes as he holds back a laugh, Seungmin pulls him back to his room. He takes Jeongin’s cup from his hand and puts it back on his nightstand then pushes his hips back until he’s sitting back on the edge of the bed. He runs his hands down Jeongin’s legs and wraps them around himself before he cups his jaw with both hands. Jeongin’s hands are resting on his waist as he watches Seungmin’s face intently. 

“How are you doing, baby boy?” He thumbs over Jeongin’s cheek. 

“I’m good. Really good.” He looks down and with small laugh as he feels his cheeks heating up “I’m fucking great.” All he can think about is how badly he already wants to kiss Seungmin again. “How are you?”

“Amazing. Perfect.” He leans in and kisses Jeongin softly, Jeongin sighs as he kisses back. “Feeling okay about everything that happened?”

He can feel his light blush turning into an embarrassing scarlet as his memories play back instantly, he hides his face against Seungmin’s shoulder and nods. Seungmin thumbs over his ear, his hand is cold in comparison and Jeongin quickly realizes it doesn’t matter how much he tries to hide his face. “I liked everything… a lot.” He finally manages after what feels like an eternity. 

“Me too.” Seungmin kisses the top of his still damp hair “Is it okay if I still kiss you like this when it’s just us?”

Jeongin hasn’t even considered that part could be out of the ordinary, it already feels natural even when it makes him feel shy. He thinks he'll honestly miss it the most if they were to suddenly stop. He kisses Seungmin in response, sliding his hands up until they’re at the back of his neck, gently stretching his long fingers through his hair. 

Hyunjin clears his throat from the doorway, dramatically wiping the corners of his mouth with a smirk. He’s only wearing loose gray sweats with nothing underneath, from the looks of it. “Are we eating or going for round 2?” 

“Looks like you already got your round 2, Princess.” Seungmin pulls Jeongin off the bed and ushers him toward the door. 

“Thought a quick blowjob while he played was a good thank you.” He stretches as he walks to the kitchen “feels like I’ve spent half my day with dick in my mouth… It's been a good day.”

They tease and bicker while they reheat their food like it’s any other normal day, though Hyunjin steals a couple extra squeezes at Jeongin’s butt than normal. They practically inhale their meals as the sun sets through the kitchen window, it’s almost unbelievable how late it’s gotten. Seungmin washes their dishes while Jeongin watches from the table and Hyunjin disappears, returning with Felix a few moments later. 

Felix kisses Seungmin’s shoulder and pats Jeongin’s head on his way to the refrigerator. “I wanna watch a movie. You guys wanna watch a movie? Have a drink?” He starts carrying all their favorite drinks to the living room and picks something new none of them have seen yet. 

Seungmin catches Jeongin on his way out of the kitchen “Are you drinking tonight?”

“Yes?” He looks at him suspiciously “why?”

“Do you wanna mess around later?”

Oh “Yeah, probably.” 

Seungmin peeks around the corner before he quickly kisses him “Then don’t drink too much or I’m just gonna be tucking you in again.”

Again. He finally had an answer to who took care of him that night. 

They pile onto the couch in the dimly lit living room under two separate blankets. Jeongin has Seungmin to his right and Felix to his left, Hyunjin is at the very end curled up against Felix with his drink in his hand. They make it just over halfway through before Hyunjin is trying to pull Felix on top of him, they’re both a few drinks in while Jeongin’s and Seungmin’s sit mostly untouched. 

Seungmin leans forward to look around Jeongin but discreetly slips his hand onto Jeongin’s thigh under the blanket “Get a room, you two.” He scolds them jokingly. Hyunjin pulls off Felix’s shirt and throws it at Seungmin, it hits Jeongin instead. “Go play in your room, Kitten.”

Felix sighs dramatically and sticks his tongue out at Seungmin as he stands, their blanket falls to the floor and Jeongin can’t help but notice hickeys littered across his chest down his abdomen. He pulls Hyunjin off the couch and they both stumble. Seungmin pulls Felix’s shirt off Jeongin’s lap with his free hand and hands it up to him, he takes it with a coy smile “oops. Sorry” 

Hyunjin squeezes past him and very roughly kisses Seungmin before he pouts his lips at Jeongin expectantly. Jeongin’s eyes dart between them and Felix stares with his head cocked to the side. He takes Hyunjin’s chin between his finger and thumb and gives him one small kiss before he pushes him back gently. 

“Cute ” Felix smacks Hyunjin’s ass and move him out of the way, then he kisses the top of both Jeongin’s and Seungmin’s heads. They half stumble, half run down the hallway giggling and Jeongin sits on the couch frozen. 

“Wanna finish the movie while my sheets dry?” Seungmin inches his hand up Jeongin’s inner thigh. 

“Or you can just sleep with me.” Seungmin cocks an eyebrow. “Sleep. I’ll be more direct when I mean sex. Plus there’s something in my room I need”

“When?” Seungmin smirks. Oh. Yeah he definitely said when. “Oh shit that reminds me. Hold on.” He practically runs to his room and comes back with his phone. “Oops” he rushes to the door and comes back with a box. “Probably shouldn’t have let this sit out there for so long.” He tosses it at Jeongin. “I may have done some shopping. I’ll meet you in your room after I switch my laundry over.” 

Jeongin shakes the box, it’s suspiciously heavy and it sounds like multiple things are knocking around inside. He takes another sip of his drink and turns off the tv before locking up and shutting off all the lights and waiting in his room with the box still sealed. 

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When Seungmin comes in Jeongin is sitting on his bed anxiously picking at the shipping tape and biting at his lip, he looks up expectantly with bright eyes. 

“Didn’t open it yet?” Seungmin climbs on next to him. 

He shakes his head no “Thought I’d wait for you. Can I?” 

Seungmin watches expectantly as Jeongin rips it open, his mouth falls open and he stares up at Seungmin with an amused look. “When I told you we had to work on your toy collection immediately, I meant it. There’s nothing wrong with your little one… but should you want something a little bigger now you have options.” 

Jeongin pulls out one that’s rightfully dick sized, and shaped. “a little bigger?” He checks the product dimension on the box as Seungmin laughs. 

“Online shopping. Couldn’t see it in person.” That’s a lie, he read every description very carefully. He definitely intentionally picked that one because it was the closest to his size. He reaches into the box and pulls out the other one. “This one’s somewhere between that one and the one you already have. And lube, obviously.” 

More than one lube , Jeongin takes out a colorful bottle and flips it over “….Watermelon flavored?”

Seungmin’s cheeks are undeniably pink, “might’ve been a bit presumptuous with that one.” He goes to take it from Jeongin’s hand but he pulls it out of reach and looks at him questionably. “Well, I was… thinking about your ass, obviously…” he wipes his hand over his face as if to wipe away the embarrassment. “And what I could use on it… My hands. Toys…” he sighs and puffs his cheeks “my mouth…” Jeongin looks stunned. “And obviously I should’ve asked but you were sleeping and I already had free shipping, so…” he trails off and smiles awkwardly. 

“People actually do that?!” He looks perplexed. 

“You’ve never tried it?!” Seungmin is equally surprised. 

Jeongin gawks at him, “Obviously I’ve never eaten another man’s ass!”

Seungmin laughs until he’s on the verge of tears “That’s not what I meant, Innie. Guys aren’t the only ones who enjoy it.”

“Oh” now he can’t wonder if he’s missed out on an opportunity “No, I mean I loved eating p-” he stops abruptly “I was never asked to. But I’ve been told I’m really good with my mouth… so maybe I should’ve tried…” 

“Yeah that makes sense. You do these things with your tongue when you kiss me or when you suck on my neck… feels really good.” 

Jeongin puts the lube back in the shipping box and starts unboxing them, starting with the smaller toy, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly confident. “So, you just lay awake at night thinking about my ass?”

“Only all the time since you let me help you cum.” That’s also a lie, it’s been months… Maybe longer. He’s definitely thought about it a completely normal amount of times since he barged in on him with his fingers in his ass in the shower.

Jeongin hops off his bed and pulls out his box to compare the two smallest sizes. “Good, because that’s what I want tonight.” He grips one toy in each hand as Seungmin stares at him. There's definitely a difference… He can probably take that, right? “Fuck me with this one?” He holds up the new one. 

“Y-yeah anything you want.”

“Anything?” He drops the toys and climbs back on the bed, moving towards Seungmin on his hands and knees. Seungmin nods rapidly. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re all flustered like this.” He climbs on top of Seungmin and kisses him. “Be a little rougher with me. You’re not gonna break me. Bite me. Hard. Mark me. Choke me. Something. I’ll stop you if it’s too much. It was hot seeing you like that today.”

He grips Jeongin’s hips and pulls him down roughly until he’s sitting on his lap. “Anything you want, baby boy.”

“I want you to cum, too. I can help, but I want you to tell me exactly what you like.” He kisses Seungmin one last time and climbs off the bed nonchalantly, putting all the toys back in his box and tucking it under his arm. 

Seungmin watches in near disbelief “You can make me cum without even trying if you stay this confident. Fucking hot. Can I get something from my room?”

“Mhm gotta wash these anyway, meet me back in here?”

He’s damn near squealing internally as he walks to the bathroom, box thumping under his arm with every step. He’s thankful Seungmin is somewhere behind him so he can still seem calm and collected, though he’s anything but. 

Felix and Hyunjin’s moans get louder the further he gets down the hall so he curiously glances toward their door, it’s wide open. It’s enough to stop him in his tracks, Felix is on his back with his legs wrapped around Hyunjin while Hyunjin fucks him ravenously. He stares for just a few seconds before he scurries into the bathroom as fast as he can manage, shutting the door just a little too loud behind him. 

He washes them, and the plug, just in case, finally curiously comparing the two new sizes. The one he wants to try should work with a lot of prep, but the biggest one might even be thicker than his own dick. It’s definitely intimidating , to say the least.  

He stays in there a few minutes longer than necessary, hoping they might finish so he doesn’t embarrass himself but if anything they’re just getting louder. He opens the door as quietly as possible and leaves while averting his eyes. He rushes back to his room and closes the door behind him. 

“Their door is open.” He looks at Seungmin with wide eyes. 

He laughs and shakes his head “That’s not surprising. Probably wanted you to see. Probably hoped you’d ask to join.” 

“Or you.” 

“No, they would’ve just asked me. Might’ve hoped we’d both end up there. Did you want to?” Not that they could, considering Hyunjin and Felix were both pretty drunk.

He locks the door behind him and makes his way toward the bed. “Nope. Just you.” He leaves the box on the nightstand next to wet wipes and washcloths Seungmin must’ve brought in and climbs onto the bed, eyeing the new clear object in front of Seungmin. “What’s that?”

He holds it out towards Jeongin, “a sleeve. Kinda like a fleshlight but I like it more because you can still see everything. It only covers like half at a time.” Jeongin takes it curiously, inspecting it from every angle. “And obviously your hand works great if you don’t want to try it, but this is what I’d use to get myself off.”

“I want to try it. Tell me what to do.” 

Seungmin grips his wrist and moves forward, shoving him down to his back and pushing himself between his legs. He pulls the sleeve from his hand and tosses it aside. “Need to make you cum first. How many more do you have in you?”

He can already feel himself filling out between them, “Let’s find out. Thought I was at my limit earlier, then you somehow made me cum again.” He grips the back of Seungmin’s neck and pulls him in impatiently. 

Their kiss is immediately rough and heated, Seungmin snakes his hand behind Jeongin’s head and grips his hair while licking into his mouth possessively. Jeongin moans and thrusts his hips upwards. 

His hips are quickly pinned down with Seungmin’s free hand, Jeongin knows he could easily overpower him and move anyway, but he won’t… for now. 

When they finally pull apart Seungmin yanks all of Jeongin’s clothes off with impressive speed and quickly goes to remove his own. Jeongin rips his hands away with ease, smirking up at him as he pulls his shirt over his head and pushes his sweats and boxers down to his bent knees. He contemplates flipping Seungmin onto his back and pulling them the rest of the way off, but that’s not what he asked for. He’d be good for now. 

Seungmin kicks them off and settles back into place, kissing his neck while he runs his hands over Jeongin’s now bare body. “You’re wearing cologne.” It’s a statement, not a question. He grazes his teeth against the skin. 

“Mhm” Jeongin’s words are stuck in his throat and his pulse quickens like he’s been caught. 

Seungmin grips his jaw and moves his head to kiss the opposite side of his neck “Planning ahead?” He laughs softly before he presses his teeth into Jeongin’s neck. “Thinking about me?”

His head is already swimming, he doesn’t want it to stop. “Yes” he answers breathlessly. 

“Yes, what?” He props himself up enough to run a hand down Jeongin’s stomach, pausing just below his belly button. 

Jeongin groans and ruts up against him, Seungmin pushes him down hard. “Planned this.” He's trying to wrap his long legs around Seungmin “Thought about you.” 

“Good boy” Seungmin praises and moves his hand lower, palming over Jeongin’s already hard cock before moving his hand away again. Jeongin groans at the loss of contact but Seungmin is already kissing down his neck and dipping over his collar bones. He sucks at the top of his right pec before sinking his teeth in firmly, Jeongin yelps then moans as he smooths his tongue over the spot. “What’s your color, little fox?” 

“Green. Don’t stop.” Seungmin kisses to the bottom of his left pec and bites down hard, dragging his tongue over the flesh pressed between his teeth as he watches Jeongin try to force himself to stay still. 

He kisses down the center of his abs, selfishly running his tongue through the empty spaces as Jeongin shudders beneath him. “Feels so good ” he runs his fingers through Seungmin’s hair as he watches him kiss across his body.

“Haven’t even started touching you yet, little fox.” He pushes his head into the touch before he takes his time kissing and licking at his hip bones, sucking dark marks at each of them while Jeongin moans and grinds against him. “Can you take it?”

“Want it so bad.” 

He kisses lower, letting his lips barely brush against his needy cock on his way between Jeongin’s thighs. “Want, what ? Use your words, little fox.” 

“You. You. Want your-” Seungmin bites at his inner thigh while he strokes his cock for just a second. “FUCK” it comes out in a half drawn out moan, half yell. 

“My what?” 

“Want you. All of you. Your mouth, your hands. Against me. Inside me.”

Seingmjn groans and presses his forehead into Jeongin “God damn. Yeah. Yes. Anything you want.”

“Want you to put it in your mouth. Want you to suck my dick.” 

He folds a pillow under Jeongin’s head, “Watch.” Seungmin kisses his mouth once before immediately positioning himself on his elbows between Jeongin’s thighs.

He grips his hip, rubbing small circles into the soft skin while he drags his tongue up the veins along the underside of Jeongin’s shaft as it twitches and throbs beneath his mouth. Jeongin’s fingers find their way into his hair immediately, “Don’t rush me, little fox. You can pull it but you’re not pushing me… yet.” 

Yet. He nods fervently before his body goes completely limp, watching Seungmin take his time mouthing over every inch of his length while very gently cupping his balls. By the time he finally grips the base and lifts it, there’s already a string of precum dripping back down to his stomach, which Seungmin happily laps up. 

Every step is so painstakingly slow and intoxicatingly methodical that by the time Seungmin is done tonguing over his slit and finally takes the head of his cock between his lips, Jeongin’s eyes are rolling back and his toes are curling. He swirls his tongue around it and watches, waiting for Jeongin to finally open his eyes back up and watch- he doesn’t. 

He pulls off, “eyes on me, little fox.” Jeongin blinks slowly, watching slack jawed and glassy eyed as Seungmin takes him back into his mouth. 

It’s so much more than he’s used to, slow and mind meltingly thorough. Absolutely no part of him goes untouched or unsucked as he sinks down to meet his ring of fingers repeatedly. Jeongin’s fingers very shakily find their way back into his hair, gripping and holding on for dear life. 

Seungmin moans around him and lets his hand fall flat around the hilt. He stares up with a glint in his eye and brings his other hand down against his hip twice, hard enough to sting. Jeongin is already so far gone by this point he’s not even sure what it means besides yes, but yes what? Seungmin squeezes at his hip and sinks down further, staring into his eyes, loosening his grip as he moves back up. He taps twice again. 

Jeongin very cautiously pushes Seungmin’s head down, noting the squeezing at his hip as his dick moves toward the back of Seungmin’s throat. Seungmin loosens his grip and Jeongin slowly pulls him back up by the back of his hair. Seungmin’s eyes finally close as he moans, loudly breathing through his nose. It goes on like this until Jeongin is pretty sure he’s gonna have five perfect fingertip bruises when Seungmin is repeatedly digging into him, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He watches in amazement as he pushes Seungmin’s head down until nearly all of his cock disappears into his mouth, slowly and meticulously until he can feel every bit of the back of his throat threatening to squeeze around him. 

His hips buck forward on their own and Seungmin’s eyes go wide as he gags, pulling off with a cough as he breathes raggedly. Jeongin sits completely frozen after he pulls his hand from Seungmin’s hair. 

“You little shit. ” He’s laughing with that wide, open mouth smile as he wipes tears from his eyes. His hair is tangled, sticking up in multiple directions. 

“I’m so sorry. It just felt so good.” He pouts at Seungmin.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Jeongin flashes the most adorable smile he can manage. “Can I cum in your mouth, then?” 

“As long as you don’t try to choke me with your dick again.” He’s already moving back into position, sucking another mark on Jeongin’s abs. 

He groans as he moves his hand back into Seungmin’s hair “I'll try not to, just never had someone be so…” he sucks air through his teeth as Seungmin teases him again. 

“Hyunnie’s quick, sloppy head is great but I like to take my time. Watch them fall apart slowly.” Jeongin moans as Seungmin takes him back into his mouth. 

Fall apart slowly. That’s exactly what it felt like. Completely at Seungmin’s mercy, barely holding on by a thread.

He doesn’t push his head anymore, just lets him move at his own pace, watching in a daze as Seungmin shows him exactly what he didn’t even know he needed.

He quickly feels himself slipping, reminding himself to breathe when the pleasure becomes too intense. “So close ” he strains as Seungmin skillfully bobs his head. Two taps on his hip. Permission. He finally moves faster and Jeongin is done in instantly, moaning and cursing as he spills down Seungmin’s throat. 

Seungmin kisses back up his body, much more gentle than before, laying against him and watching him softly. “Gonna need you to do that way more often.” He mumbles as he lazily pulls Seungmin in for a kiss. 

“Whenever you want, baby boy. You taste so fucking good.”

Jeongin groans and runs his hands down Seungmin’s back “every day. Just wanna keep my dick in your mouth all day.” He’s smiling more than he’s kissing back. “Wanna get you off now, though.” 

Seungmin buries his face in Jeongin’s neck to collect himself “I’m not gonna get used to you saying stuff like that.”

Jeongin tightens his grip, he’s been good long enough. He uses his remaining strength to flip Seungmin onto his back, quickly straddling him and pinning his hands down. Seungmin gasps and grunts as he tries to pull his hands free, but they both know his strength is nothing compared to Jeongin’s. Even after he’s had the life sucked from his body. Of course he could stop it with a single word, but he’s a man who enjoys a good struggle. 

He stops fighting the moment Jeongin kisses him “I want to make you cum, Hyung. Will you cum for me?” 

Seungmin’s eyes roll back and his hips buck forward, it’s at this point Jeongin realizes he’s sitting directly on top of his cock- he doesn’t move. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby. You should let me go or I’m gonna have to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” Jeongin’s eyebrows raise as he loosens his grip “wi-with what you picked out. Not my dick… if you’re into that.”

“We’ll see.” He grins as he releases Seungmin’s wrists and rests his hands on his chest. “Wanna show me what you want me to do to you?”

“In a minute.” He runs his hands over Jeongin’s body, thumbing over the multiple marks on his otherwise flawless skin. Jeongin watches his hands, there were at least six he could spot easily. Six reminders of Seungmin’s mouth against him. He leans to catch a glimpse of his hip, there’s no visible bruise but it’s still tender to the touch. He definitely wouldn’t be going shirtless for the next week. “Too much?”

Jeongin shakes his head no “exactly what I asked for.” 

Seungmin fishes around in the now crumpled sheets for the sleeve he tossed somewhere “we need lube. Can you get it? Think I lost my thing in your bed.”

Jeongin laughs at him as he climbs off the bed. He freezes at the box, grabbing the flavored one instead and picking at the seal with his teeth. He spits the plastic back into the box and turns back to Seungmin who’s watching him suspiciously, sleeve in hand. 

“I’ve never tried it. I’m curious.”

Seungmin leans his back against the headboard with Jeongin straddling his lap, explaining exactly what to do. He watches intently as Jeongin’s fingers move in and out of the clear silicone, slicking it with the sickeningly sweet scented lube. Jeongin brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them curiously. “Hm it actually tastes good. Feels weird, but tastes good. Then I put it on you next?” He warms more in his hand before rubbing it onto Seungmin’s cock. 

Seungmin shivers at first contact, clenching his jaw shut as he hands Jeongin a cloth. He wipes his hand dry as best as possible and stares at Seungmin, awaiting permission. “Whenever you’re ready, baby boy.”

Seungmin groans as it envelops him, Jeongin moves it slowly. “That feels good, baby boy.”

“I want it to feel more than just good, tell me how.”

Seungmin wraps his hand around Jeongin’s, squeezing just a bit harder and moving just a little faster. His eyes are fixed on Jeongin’s face while Jeongin can’t pull his eyes away from his task, he moans softly. “That’s perfect. Just like that.” He slowly removes his hand and caresses Jeongin’s legs instead. 

Jeongin watches, entranced, as the tip of Seungmin’s cock disappears and reappears from the opening repeatedly. He hooks his other hand around the back of Seungmin’s neck, he needs to do something else, needs to be closer. He drags his eyes up Seungmin’s body, staring at his mouth, accidentally losing tempo. “Need you to kiss me.” He’s the one getting Seungmin off, he’s not even being touched, he shouldn’t feel this needy again already. 

Seungmin reaches around and grabs his ass, pulling him forward with a jolt and kissing him urgently. It is harder to work his hand with them squeezed together so tight but Seungmin moaning against his mouth must be some indication that he’s still doing well for now. 

He continues for long enough that he starts to wonder again if he’s doing something wrong or if it just takes him this long sometimes. He pulls away from the kiss and strokes a bit faster. Seungmin whines. That’s a really good sound. Jeongin’s jaw drops and he watches Seungmin’s eyebrows pull together.

“Don't stop. Come back. Need you.” He sounds strained like he’s holding back. Jeongin kisses him again, it’s a lot sloppier this time. He kisses down Seungmin’s neck and the sounds that leave his throat make Jeongin’s cock ache. 

“Wanna try something different.” He mumbles against Seungmin’s perfect skin. “With my mouth.” 

Seungmin catches Jeongin’s wrist but his head falls back so quickly it smacks off the wall. Jeongin looks panicked, Seungmin is panting. “What?” He opens and closes his mouth multiple times, but his words keep failing him. He release quickly Jeongin’s wrist and strokes his cheek, “you’re okay, baby. You don’t need to use your words. I trust you, do you trust me?” 

“I trust you.” He gulps. “Completely.” 

They kiss each other tenderly as Jeongin starts slowly moving his hand between them again. Seungmin blindly feels around for the lube, only pulling away when he adds more to make sure he doesn’t stain Jeongin’s sheets. He moans quietly as Jeongin kisses back down his neck. 

He keeps kissing down Seungmin’s body, trying his best to keep consistent pressure and speed but it’s growing increasingly more difficult the lower he kisses due to their position. He’s had to move backward so he’s on all fours, or rather three considering one hand was nearly permanently attached to Seungmin’s dick at this point. His ass is in the air and he can’t manage to turn his head at the right angle to kiss over Seungmin’s stomach, so he kisses his thighs instead. 

He looks up innocently “Can you lay down so I can keep going?” Seungmin nods and carefully lays down and Jeongin hovers over him. Much easier. 

He positions himself between Seungmin’s legs, watching much closer. It’s even better this close. The sleeve is only about half his length, covering the shaft or head, never both. He’d use that to his advantage.

He licks his lips and skims his tongue over the sensitive head of his cock the next time he slides the silicone to his base. Seungmin shudders immediately, gasping as his muscles flex. He drags a flat tongue over it the next time, it’s both velvety smooth and slick and he likes it even more than he thought he would. 

“You don’t wanna watch? He holds the toy around his hilt and circles his head with his tongue as best as he can manage, intentionally trying to tease him. 

“Baby if I-”Seungmin groans “gonna cum so fast if I look at you.”

Jeongin takes that as both a compliment and a challenge. “You don’t wanna cum for me?”

“Fuck. Of course I do.”

He wraps his wet lips around for the very first time and Seungmin moans loudly, it’s only more encouraging. He suckles at the head of his cock, moving his tongue experimentally while he uses the sleeve to do the rest of the work and Seungmin’s body starts quivering. 

“You’re so fucking good to me. ” Every muscle in his body is visibly tensing and he finally looks down with unfocused eyes. He doesn’t even make it ten more seconds. “Baby- pull off. Gonna cum.” His legs are threatening to close around Jeongin but he just taps twice in response. 

He releases in Jeongin’s mouth with a loud, guttural moan. The first spurt lands directly on his tongue but then he flinches, pulling away as he swallows and squeezing his eyes closed. Every following spray paints his face as he strokes Seungmin through his orgasm. 

Seungmin is experiencing the most confusing mix of pleasure and panic he’s felt in a long time while Jeongin is giggling and trying his best to stay completely still after he drops the toy into his bed. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Thank god it didn’t get in your eyes. You could’ve just pulled off, I would’ve finished on-”

Jeongin cuts him off, “Didn’t want to.” He’s still giggling and smiling with his eyes shut, Seungmin would absolutely be lying if he said seeing his cum collect in Jeongin’s dimple wasn’t the absolute hottest thing he’d ever seen. 

“Look at me before I clean you up.” He carefully peels his eyes open and stares up at Seungmin. “Fuck… ” he whines breathlessly “you’re so fucking beautiful. Come here.” 

He crawls over Seungmin, expecting him to wipe his face with a cloth or a wet wipe but he swipes his thumb over Jeongin’s cheek, collecting what he can as some inevitability ends up on Jeongin’s lips. 

He sucks it off his thumb as Jeongin licks his lips and they pull each other into a heated, messy kiss, swapping Seungmin’s cum between it until they’ve both swallowed it all before he very gently cleans the rest off with a wet wipe as he stares at Jeongin in complete amazement. 

“Thank you. I don’t even know what I did to earn that, but thank you.” 

Jeongin looks at him curiously, “why do you think you need to earn it? I liked it. I wanted to do it because I trust you, because I felt safe enough to try.” 

Seungmin clenches his jaw. He would not get emotional. That would be weird. 

“I want to try it for real some other time, too. That was kinda just like a practice round, a test to see if I’d like it. I did. Can I?”

“You can try as often as you’d like. Practice is good, I think I’d feel really bad if you just went for it and scared yourself off because you choked or something.”

Jeongin smirks and kisses him again “I wouldn’t.” Seungmin looks mildly offended. “I’m not saying you have a small dick! You’re clearly bigger than I am, I swear your body mass is like 50% dick. I wouldn’t choke because… I don’t have a gag reflex.” He smiles innocently and Seungmin looks at him like he’s grown three heads. 

“No. You’re joking. Right?” He shakes his head no, keeping the innocent smile. “Fuck ” He pulls Jeongin against him crushingly tight “I swear you’re gonna be the death of me. How the fuck do you even know that?”

He lets his body go completely limp, resting his full body weight against Seungmin. “Because I’ve lived with all of you for so long. I found out so much by accident. I got curious, shoved my fingers down my own throat and nothing happened. Tried lots of things over the years, never gagged.” He explains it so nonchalantly Seungmin can hardly believe what he’s hearing.

He just randomly tested his lack of gag reflex for years? Just because?  “So what was… um, what was the last thing you tried?” He was never going to be able to shake the mental images he was rapidly conjuring up. 

Jeongin laughs against his chest. “The toy you used on me last time. Tried to use my spit as lube when I first got it. Got curious. No problem.”

“Oh. Shit. Okay. I can be patient.” He rubs Jeongin’s hair, fully aware of how fast his heart is beating just under his head. 

“I know, I won’t make you wait too long.” He might truly be experiencing heart palpitations now. Jeongin kisses his sternum and lays beside him “ready to keep going?”

Seungmin practically folds him in half as he moves on top of him “how many more do you have in you?”

Jeongin looks down at his hard, leaking cock and back to Seungmin. “Wanna find out?”

Seungmin reaches for the box so fast it falls and clatters to the floor, toys rolling in every direction. He pouts as he hurries off the bed, picking up only what he needs and giving it a quick wipe. 

“Knees to your chest. Hold them there.”  It’s an unintentionally strong demand, his face drops  “…please. Sorry.” Jeongin is still all smiles as he pulls his legs up, wholeheartedly welcoming the change in his demeanor. 

He groans as he runs his hands over Jeongin’s ass, pulling him apart until he’s fully exposed. He’s starting to get that dark, hungry look in his eyes. The one Jeongin wants, the one he needs. “Stop me when-”

“When it’s too much or if I don’t like it. I know, I will. Keep going.” Jeongin can’t think of a single time he’s wanted this more, a time when he’s felt like he needed it more. 

Seungmin has his fingers slicked in what may be record time “That's my good boy.” He massages the pads of his fingers over Jeongin’s entrance, he doesn’t flinch or pull away this time, sighing as he relaxes under Seungmin’s touch. 

He carefully slips a finger past his rim, shamelessly groping his ass with the other hand as he drags it in and out. Jeongin’s breathing is immediately slow and deliberate as he groans softly. One quickly turns to two, practically sucking him in after he gets one knuckle deep. “Oh shit” Seungmin groans as he buries them fully. Jeongin moans in response. 

Seungmin curls his fingers as he pumps them, stimulating his prostate with every pass. “Feels so good. So good.” 

“That’s right baby, you feel so fucking good around me.” He moves a bit rougher, more intentional. Jeongin moans louder, his eyes nearly crossing as his toes curl. They’ve barely started but he’s already so close. 

Seungmin pulls one of Jeongin’s hands away from the back of his thigh and pulls his leg over his shoulder, kissing at his ankle and calf as he fucks him with his fingers. “Make me cum. Wanna cum.”

He's clenching repeatedly around Seungmin’s fingers as his chest heaves with uneven breaths. Seungmin persists, hanging onto every noise he pulls out of Jeongin. “Be a good boy and cum for me. Let me feel you cum, baby.”

Seungmin can’t even decide where to look, his eyes constantly darting from his beautifully contorting face, to his bobbing cock, and his own fingers buried as deep into Jeongin’s ass as he can manage.

Jeongin moans low and intense until he runs out of breath, clenching around Seungmin’s fingers so tightly he doesn’t even dare work them in and out. Only carefully curling them into his most sensitive spot repeatedly as Jeongin spills over himself. 

He pulls his lip between his teeth, keeping himself buried as he watches Jeongin pant to catch his breath. “You did so good, baby. Want more?” He nods, forcing his eyes back open. “Tell me what you want.”

A devilish smirk crosses his face “Fuck me.”

“Hm?!” 

Jeongin hands the toy down with shaky hands. “You said you’d fuck me with it, right?”

“God dammit you’re gonna be the death of me.” He presses his face into Jeongin’s leg that’s still draped over his shoulder. “Want me to clean you up first?” Jeongin shakes his head no. 

Seungmin gently moves Jeongin’s leg back against his chest with the other before stretching as far as he can to kiss him, keeping his fingers hooked inside. He adds more lube, covering a third in the process. He moves slowly, he doesn’t dare push him past his limit before he gets the opportunity to give him what they both want. 

Seungmin checks multiple times before he finally adds the third finger, knowing he has never pushed himself past two. He pauses as he pushes past knuckles. 

Jeongin huffs, “It’s so much…” he squeezes his eyes closed. 

“Too much? We can stop.”

Jeongin moans as he relaxes “don’t stop. Just need a second.”

Seungmin waits patiently, keeping his hand frozen, glancing down at it occasionally while the other rubs over Jeongin’s body reassuringly. Watching Jeongin stretch to his absolute limit is almost overwhelming, Seungmin can only imagine how he's feeling. 

“Keep going.” 

He moves carefully, probably more careful than he ever has, holding his breath as he slips his fingers back out. The drag of his rim around Seungmin’s fingers is almost intoxicating. He groans along with Jeongin, watching him in sheer disbelief and desperation. He does his best to avoid his prostate and focus on stretching him open, but it’s so tight it’s almost inevitable. 

Jeongin’s groans turn to moans as he does his best to watch Seungmin work him open, squeezing his thighs to his chest with impressive flexibility. 

“Want more ” he begs between moans. “Please baby. More.”

His fingers are slipping in and out with ease, he trusts Jeongin knows his body best at this point. He pulls them out, freezing as stares at his empty, gaping hole clenching around nothing. He can hardly wait until the day when he’s finally allowed to do more. 

“I want you to breathe, baby. Can you do that for me?” Jeongin nods and takes in a deep, shaky breath. “Good boy, I’m gonna put it in. Don’t push yourself.”

It slides in with ease, pushing his breath out with every inch. He pauses at the base, giving them both a moment to adjust, just watching was enough to drive him toward the edge. Seungmin palms at himself to relieve some of his discomfort, watching Jeongin breathe shallowly as he licks his lips. 

Jeongin nods “-can take it. Please. ”

Seungmin gulps and starts slowly guiding it in and out, wordlessly marveling at the sight before him. He keeps his movement slow and intentional, partly terrified of hurting Jeongin, partly selfishly wanting this to last as long as possible. But based on the sounds he is already making and his muscles rippling with every thrust, this wasn’t going to take long. 

Within minutes he’s cumming without warning, loud and unabashed. He’s begging practically incoherently as his cock twitches out the last drops of cum. It’s incredible and nearly concerning. 

Seungmin catches Jeongin’s chin as his head thrashes side to side, checking his face as much as possible. “Color, baby.” 

“G-green. Don-don’t stop.” He whines loudly as Seungmin continues. “Faster. Fuck me. Like that.” 

Seungmin’s mind goes completely out the window as soon as he hears Jeongin begging to be fucked, the things he would do if he were allowed to… He crudely rubs at himself with his other hand, attempting and failing to match the pace at which he’s fucking Jeongin with the dildo. 

Seungmin needs him to cum one last time if he is able to, one more time and he can make himself cum. “Need you to cum baby. Please. Need it.” Jeongin whimpers in response, his legs falling open and his unsteady hand loosely grabbing at his dick. Unable to fully move. 

Seungmin grits his teeth as he forces his hand off himself, carefully pulling Jeongin’s off and replacing it with his own. He moves his hands together, fucking into his ass and stroking his cock simultaneously as best as he can manage. 

“Baby-” it's the only thing he can manage before he’s writhing under the touch, experiencing his first truly dry orgasm and his body trembles in overstimulation. Tears falling from his eyes, soaking his already sweat-covered face and Seungmin slows to a stop. 

“No!” Jeongin practically shrieks when Seungmin starts pulling the toy out to check on him “too much. Too much.” His eyes are still glued shut and Seungmin very cautiously moves beside him. 

“Are you okay, baby?” Jeongin nods. “Can you look at me?” He shakes his head no. “That’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” He takes Jeongin’s hand in his, they’re both messy and sticky but it doesn’t matter. “You did so good, I’m so proud of you.” 

More tears fall freely and he responds with two weak squeezes, never letting go on the second. His head is so cloudy. It feels like everything is slipping away while simultaneously falling into place. It’s the most terrifyingly beautiful, satisfying, yet confusing thing he’s ever felt. 

He lays completely still, different muscles twitching intermittently as he breathes raggedly. Seungmin holds him as tight as he dares like he’s holding all of his pieces together. 

Jeongin has no idea how long it’s been when he can finally will himself to peel his eyes open. He lets his head fall to the side, watching Seungmin pepper his shoulder with an unknown amount of soft kisses with glossy, unfocused eyes. Pupils more dilated than they’ve ever been, you’d think he just watched Seungmin hang the moon. 

“Hi” he finally manages, a sleepy smile creeping across his face. 

“You okay, baby boy?”

Jeongin nods “That was…” he sighs, he’s not exactly sure what that was. 

“Too much?” 

He contemplates quietly, it was amazing. But maybe… “a little…? So good… but…” his head still doesn’t feel quite right. 

“That’s okay, I won’t push you that far again.” 

Did Seungmin push him that far? Or did he push himself that far? Did he actually mind it? “I kinda… liked it though.”

“Okay,” he kisses Jeongin’s shoulder again. “We can talk about it more later. Can I clean you up now?”

He glances down at himself, the streaks of cum have dried completely. How long was he out for? Did he fall asleep? What exactly happened? He nods, confused again. 

Seungmin washes him with a wet wipe, a warm cloth would’ve been more ideal but he doesn’t dare leave him alone just yet. He checks multiple times before he moves between Jeongin’s legs, very carefully pulling the toy out as he groans and squeezes his eyes shut again. 

They lay quietly entangled, lost in soft kisses and touches until Jeongin feels more like himself. “Wanna shower, or skip it?” 

“Shower” Jeongin sighs and finally stretches. 

“Think you can make it there? I don’t think I can carry you… gonna have to go to the gym with you for that.” He grimaces at the last part. 

Jeongin turns back toward him, running a hand over his body “I can do it. I like you just like this, anyway.” He means it exactly how it sounds, smiling as he watches Seungmin’s ears burn red while he can feel his own doing the exact same. 

The shower tiles are already wet by the time they get to the bathroom, Hyunjin and Felix must’ve gone first. There’d be less hot water but that’s fine, they’ve probably been hogging it a lot more than they should lately. 

They quickly brush their teeth and Jeongin watches himself in the mirror, he looks absolutely wrecked. His hair is a disaster, the bite marks across his body have started turning to bruises, the hickeys have gone dark purple, he has salt lines running across his face. He rubs at his cheeks “was I crying?” 

“Mhm” Seungmin rinses his mouth and kisses his shoulder before turning on the shower and pulling Jeongin in with him. “You okay?”

He groans as the water washes over him “what happened?” Seungmin turns him around and starts scrubbing shampoo into his hair. 

“I think you have a subspace. I don’t know if you actually got there, or just really close...” He waits for Jeongin to rinse and continues relaying the events he seems a little fuzzy on while they finish washing up. 

“I think you should consider having a safe word.”

He moves behind Seungmin, wrapping his arms around his waist “I’ll think of something, thanks for taking care of me.” He kisses over the back of Seungmin’s shoulder “Did you get to finish before I killed the mood?”

“You didn’t kill the mood.” Seungmin laughs. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. You should take a break.” 

Jeongin traces over his hips, daringly pulling them closer together “That’s not what I asked.” He kisses the back of his neck. 

“Shit.” Seungmin groans. “Gonna be the death of me.” 

Jeongin nips at his shoulder “How many times are you gonna say that?”

“Until you realize what you do to me.” He slowly pulls himself to full hardness. “Just watching. No touching. Deal?”

“Kissing?” Seungmin nods, quickly stroking himself in earnest. The water is almost cold so he doesn’t have the luxury of taking his time, nor does he want to tease Jeongin any further than necessary for the task. The last things he wants is for him to slip again as he’s still unsure of his triggers. 

Jeongin runs his hands over Seungmin’s wet body, constantly kissing at his neck and shoulders while he moans quietly in front of him. He sucks a single dark mark into the back of Seungmin’s shoulder, far below where any shirt he owns will cover and he lets out a long, low moan as he spills over his fist. 

“Better?” Jeongin kisses the spot and pulls Seungmin against him, it’s not a position he thinks he’ll be allowed in frequently and he’s going to fully enjoy this opportunity. 

Seungmin rinses his hand, “mhm. You still okay?” He turns to watch Jeongin’s face carefully, he looks perfectly normal. 

“I’m good.” They dry off quickly, practically shivering from the cold water before rushing back to Jeongin’s room and huddling back under the blankets. 

Seungmin pulls the blanket up to Jeongin’s ear, combing through his damp hair “We should start keeping drinks and snacks in here. It’ll help with aftercare. I’m gonna go grab a couple waters from the kitchen, need anything else?”

“Nope. Just be quick” 

Jeongin rolls to his back and stares at the ceiling as his mind reels. The possibility of actually liking Seungmin was officially a reality. He definitely likes Seungmin. He likes Seungmin. He likes a guy. Actually, really, likes them? Definitely at least one. Maybe two. Definitely one. And that’s his focus for now. 

Seungmin quietly enters the room and shuts the door behind him, Jeongin jumps when the click of the latch snaps him back to reality. He’s immediately blushing like he’s been caught, like Seungmin could read his mind. He just got over the immediate blushing, and here we go again. He’s thankful the overhead light is off but the lamp at the corner of his nightstand is bound to give him away. 

Seungmin cracks a water bottle and hands it to Jeongin before opening his own. He immediately chugs half, unaware of how dehydrated he’s apparently been. He can’t stop staring at Seungmin in front of him, eyeing him from head to toe as he stands there drinking, naked and soft. He’s literally just standing there. And he looks… is Seungmin hot? 

“You alright, baby boy?”

Jeongin snaps his mouth shut, he hadn’t even been aware it was open. He looks up at Seungmin’s face innocently, “I’m good.” 

Seungmin climbs in next to him and turns off the lamp, pulling Jeongin against him and delicately running his fingers through his hair until he feels him relax and fall asleep on his chest. He could get used to this. He wants to get used to this. 

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There’s no question about it, Seungmin is falling. Hard. Fast. Almost unreasonably so. He can’t deny it any longer. He’s pretty much always had a childish crush on Jeongin, who wouldn’t? He’s spent years refusing to cross boundaries, pushing his attraction away. This was so much deeper. 

He holds Jeongin while he sleeps, trying to figure out how he’s supposed to keep these excruciatingly obvious feelings to himself until Jeongin discovers what he wants and who he truly is. 

No sooner than he’s drifting off, his phone is going off repeatedly. An urgent barrage of text messages. He anxiously grabs his phone, flinching away from the overly bright screen in the pitch black room. It’s Minho. And it’s almost 2am. 

“Coming home for breakfast.”

“Bringing Channie Hyung and Binnie.”

“Tell him anything you don’t want him to find out in front of everyone else.”

“Break Innie’s heart and I’ll fucking end you.”

Seungmin’s heart drops. It shatters. It shouldn’t matter, it was so long ago. He’s completely over it. But it started so similar the sting is unavoidable. Just two friends, helping each other out. He was closeted. Lonely. Stressed. It meant nothing more than that, until it did. Until it blew up in his face. Until he lost more than he intended to. 

The urge is overwhelming, his throat is tight. He clings to Jeongin, holding his breath as tears silently stream down his face. He couldn’t go through that again. He wouldn’t put Jeongin through anything like that. The past shouldn’t even matter, but he’s terrified nonetheless. Group rules be damned, he’s telling Jeongin everything, and then he’s lying his ass off to protect him. 

It’s safe to say he hardly rests that night, holding onto Jeongin every time he moves like he’s afraid he’ll disappear right in front of him. He gives up on sleep around dawn, quietly sneaking out of bed and discreetly disposing of the mountain of tissues he’s accumulated throughout the night in the kitchen garbage. 

He dresses in his biggest hoodie, a lame attempt to hide himself. He brushes his teeth, washes his face, he looks undeniably exhausted. He has a cup of coffee alone in the kitchen, mentally mapping out the conversation. Planning for every response, bracing for the worst. He’s so deep in thought he doesn’t hear the soft footsteps over the kitchen tile, he gasps when a hand caresses his shoulder. 

“You get the texts too?” Hyunjin’s voice is still thick with sleep. He’s in his fluffy robe with the hood pulled over his head, eyes still half shut. 

Seungmin looks up with tears in his eyes and nods before throwing himself into Hyunjin’s chest. “Wanna talk to him together?” He shakes his head no, pressing his forehead against him harder. 

“Wanna tell him everything. By myself.” He looks up at Hyunjin pleadingly.

Hyunjin nods, he understands, they had completely different experiences at the time. “Just don’t make me sound like the bad guy… I like him too.” 

“I won’t. You’re not. I promise.” He squeezes Hyunjin’s waist tighter. “You’re a good person, and I love you. He knows that. I’ll make sure he understands that.” 

Hyunjin kisses him on the top of his head and rubs over his back. “I’m gonna go back with Yongbokie, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I love you too, Minnie.”

He sighs, wiping his face on his sleeves once he’s alone. It’s now or never. He starts making more coffee, one for himself and one for Jeongin. He hears the beeping of the keypad at the front door, his whole body feels like it goes cold. He pulls his hood lower. 

Minho and Jisung walk through the doors and are immediately greeted by last night's evidence strewn across the coffee table and blankets crumpled on the floor. Minho sighs and gets to work while Han places a delivery order for drinks for the four of them. 

He fills his arms and walks to the kitchen, cups, bottles and cans clinking every step of the way. Seungmin is at the coffee maker with his back to the entryway. His hood pulled over his head with his face pointed toward the ceiling, hands balled in fists repeatedly bumping against his legs. 

“Did you talk to him?” Minho asks coldly as he puts their dishes in the sink and sorts their trash. Seungmin shakes his head no, unaware Minho hasn't even looked at him yet. “Kim Seungmin you better fucking talk to him before they get here. I’m not doing that for you, too.” 

“I will!” He snaps back but his voice cracks. 

Minho shuts off the sink and turns to face him “Hey, look at me.” Seungmin wipes his sleeves across his face and starts on the second cup of coffee. 

Minho snaps his fingers, Seungmin’s head automatically snaps towards him. Minho points to the floor beside where he’s standing, Seungmin trudges over with his head hung low and cuffs of his sleeves covering most of his face. 

“I’m sorry, pup.” He brushes his hand over the side of Seungmin’s hair inside his hood, thumbing over his ear. “I’m not mad at you, I’m just worried for him. Do you understand that?”

Seungmin drops his hands and nods, nuzzling into the touch. “You actually like him, don’t you?” He answers with a dry sob. “Fuck… I’m sorry pup. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Especially not for that. Can you forgive me?” He nods again, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you. You need to play soon?” He nods again, picking at the hem of his hoodie. “Bring me what you need when you’re ready, I’ll have Hannie keep your boy busy.” Seungmin glares and pulls away. “Not like that, come here.” He ruffles the top of Seungmin’s hair and readjusts his hood “I’ll tell Hannie to let him drag him around a museum, go to a movie, get some coffee. Keep him busy as long as you need. ‘Kay?” He nods again with a soft smile, a small bit of relief washing over him. “Good pup, now go bring him that coffee. I’ll finish cleaning up out here and get ready.” 

Seungmin peeks in the bathroom mirror before heading back to Jeongin’s room, coffees in hand. His face is noticeably red and puffy, he wasn’t going to be able to hide this. It only adds to the embarrassment. He slips through the door, carefully walking through the darkness until he feels the edge of the bed, following it to the nightstand. He warms his hands as he sits on the edge, gathering his courage. 

He softly runs his fingers over Jeongin’s exposed back and down the empty space between his shoulder blades repeatedly, hoping to gently wake him. He wants nothing more than to follow each touch with a soft kiss, but it feels almost inappropriate considering the conversation he was about to have. 

Jeongin stirs after a few minutes, stretching and turning toward the touch, blindly feeling along his bed for the body he expects to be there. He sits halfway, confused. “Come back” he mumbles, grabbing Seungmin. He pauses when he grasps the fabric of an oversized hoodie and not the soft skin he was expecting. “How long have you been awake?” He asks groggily.

“A while. I made us coffee, wanna get up?” 

He groans as he sits up, reaching past Seungmin to turn on the lamp. Seungmin flinches at the light, turning himself so it’s at his back as he hands Jeongin the glass. 

He hums happily at the first sip, “Thank you, Hyung. I needed this.”

“Cat-Hyung is making breakfast. Channie-Hyung and Changbin are coming over in a little.”

Jeongin sighs, moving closer to Seungmin “Then I’m gonna need to kiss you before they get here, so we can act ‘normal’” he adds one handed air quotes with an adorably sleepy smile. He leans in and pouts his lips at Seungmin, waiting an awkwardly long time. “…Not with my morning breath? I can go brush.”

“Baby… Innie, I actually wanna talk to you before they get here.” 

Jeongin sits back, pulling into himself and covering himself with the blankets. “Is everything… okay?” He’s clutching his glass with both hands to keep them busy. 

“Yeah, I think- I think that’s kinda up to you. You know what kind of arrangement I have with everyone here, right?” Jeongin nods nervously. “Well it actually all started with Changbin when we all still lived together…” 

Jeongin nods to show he’s still listening. “And you guys still…?”

“No, no. Stopped a long time ago. Minho seems to think it’s gonna come up at breakfast, and I don’t want you being caught off guard so I wanted to tell you beforehand. Because there’s more to it than we used to hook up. For me… at least.” Jeongin listens intently as Seungmin lays it all out, starting with the beginning. 

“I started because I was curious. Wasn’t sure I could actually like a guy, but I was lonely. And he was there, and he was lonely. And we got along well enough. The normal bickering and play fights between us changed, got more tense… in a good way. One thing led to another and suddenly we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It never went further than oral but I was still satisfied. We snuck around as much as we could, bathrooms, empty practice rooms, storage closets, cars, you name it and we probably tried it. But never at home. For months. Almost got caught a few too many times too. But I still wasn’t ready to admit I actually had feelings for him. Wasn’t ready to accept that I’m gay. And I made the mistake of waiting too long to have the conversation and assuming we were exclusively hooking up with each other.” He pauses to look up at Jeongin and the softness and intensity he’s paying attention with just about wrecks him. His breath shudders on his next inhale “and that’s… where it got complicated. See, I’d never had any sort of an open relationship. Never even heard of it. Never really had an actual relationship at all, actually. Just meaningless hookups with girls I never really liked. I tried anyway… but I was rejected. A lot. And Changbin… he never had that problem as bad as I did. So when I walked in on him with someone else… I didn’t know what to do. Obviously he wasn’t my boyfriend, he didn’t even know I liked him… but I’m…” he trails off. 

“You didn’t wanna share. You got possessive.”

Seungmin nods, wiping at his face. “And they did nothing wrong, but seeing him with Hyunjin… in our room. Where I wouldn’t bring him because I was too afraid to come out… when he already had Felix… it kinda broke me… and Hyunjin did nothing wrong! He had no idea. I don’t think anybody did. Changbin didn’t do anything wrong either, we weren’t together. Yongbokie wasn’t even involved in it, he fully supported Hyunjin exploring within reason from day one. I should’ve just been honest. They tried to convince me nothing had to change between us, but I couldn’t do it. Tried my best to pretend I just couldn’t share, hide how bad my feelings were actually hurt. I don’t think he ever found out, but Hyunjinnie knew. Minho-Hyung knew. He had to deal with me not so secretly despising them for a while. Play peacemaker when it finally all bubbled to the surface. He really helped us. Helped me. Minho-Hyung taught me a lot about myself. And I love Hyunjinnie so much. He’s one of my favorite people in the world. But I never told Changbin any of it, I never saw the point. He moved on, I moved on eventually, it never negatively affected the group so I never talked about it again. We’re fine now, maybe a bit of unresolved sexual tension… but I’m fine with that. He had a great thing going with Hyunjin and Felix for quite a while, I fully supported it once I understood it. But I’ve spent the last few years intentionally avoiding situations where I might feel that way again. Being a third. Loving… but in a detached way. Never giving myself a reason to be jealous because they were never mine first.” He finally reaches a hand out for Jeongin, “I would rather die than break your trust the way mine was broken because I couldn’t speak up for myself. I didn’t want you being caught off guard like I was, so I thought that… maybe knowing the bad, might help you understand a little more. Why I am the way I am. Why it means so much to me that you trust me the way you do, why I’m always going to be willing to keep your secrets, whatever they may be.” 

Jeongin takes his hand, rubbing over his knuckles. “I’m sorry you went through that, and I’m glad you’re okay. Thank you for telling me. It actually does help explain a lot… why you got so upset when I told you I hooked up with someone else, but also how quickly you forgave it once you found out it was him. Why he was so afraid you were upset with him because of it. Even the way he encouraged me to focus on you instead. You guys are good together, I’m glad it all worked out.” He reaches over and sets his mostly empty cup down with a smile. “And Changbin-Hyung is really loud…” Jeongin laughs awkwardly. “The bathrooms at the company… they echo. Bad. He was really loud. Didn’t know it was you causing it. But coming from personal experience, it makes sense.”

Seungmin stares wide eyed before laughing hysterically, he needed that. “God, you’re the best.” 

“Not God, just I.N” he shrugs with a smirk “can I kiss you now?” 

“Fuck. Yes. Please.” Jeongin rushes into him so fast he nearly knocks his cup out of his hand, spilling coffee on his sweats. It goes completely ignored as their lips finally meet, washing away all of Seungmin’s unnecessary guilt and fear. “Thank you, baby.”

Jeongin climbs over him to get off the bed “For what?”

“For being so understanding.”

He pulls on a pair of pajama pants before turning to kiss Seungmin again, resting his hand on the wet coffee stain on his pants and grimacing in disgust. “Why wouldn’t I be? We’re adults. I’m not gonna hold your past against you, especially when I fully understand. Go change. You spilled. Then come back. I have something for you.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes and laughs “You spilled.” He smacks Jeongin’s ass as he follows him out of the room, turning on the light on his way out. 

Jeongin is brushing his teeth while searching through the bathroom storage cabinet when Han leans against the door frame “Channie-Hyung and Changbinnie are coming over for breakfast, you hungry?”

“Starving.” He spins around holding the package he was looking for above his head like a trophy. 

Han’s jaw drops as he corners Jeongin “Who’s been eating the baby?!” He yells so loudly it echoes off the bathroom walls. Jeongin shushes him dramatically. Han squints at his chest, poking at the bite mark at the top of his pec “I know those teeth marks.” Jeongin rolls his eyes and pushes him playfully as he spits and rinses. 

“Jagiya, enough.” Minho calls down the hallways. 

Han struts out of the bathroom, turning halfway “Fine, keep your secrets.” He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows, sauntering the rest of the way to the kitchen. 

“Sooo… Hannie-Hyung knows.” He smiles awkwardly at Seungmin who's leaning against his bed in clean pants. He locks the door behind him. 

He pulls Jeongin into him “oh, really? I couldn’t tell. You okay with that?”

“Mhm” Jeongin kisses him. “Sit. Scoot back.” He climbs into Seungmin’s lap, wrapping his legs around his waist. 

“Did you forget about them?”

“Mhm” he answers again as he struggles with the packaging. 

Seungmin runs his hands over Jeongin’s sides “I didn’t. It’s been really hard to only look at your face.” He pushes Jeongin’s hands down and kisses his neck. 

“Just let me take care of you for once” he groans as goosebumps break out over his body. “You need it, trust me.” 

He sighs and rests his hands at Jeongin’s hips, not so sneakily moving them back to grope his ass. Jeongin smooths under eye patches over Seungmin’s skin with a satisfied hum. “Cute. Now nobody can tell you’ve been crying.” He cups Seungmin’s cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss, he looks almost embarrassed. “Hey Hyung, can I ask you something?” 

“Of course. Anything.”

“Do you like me?”

Seungmin’s eyes go wide and the corners of his mouth turn up “In what way?”

“Do you have feelings for me? Sexually? Romantically? Platonically?” 

He can’t lie about it now, “I like you a lot. Definitely not platonically. But I know you’re still figuring it out so I don’t want to pressure you-”

“Good.” Jeongin cuts him off. “I like you too.”

Seungmin looks genuinely shocked “even though I’m…”

“A man? Yeah… definitely not straight.” He blushes and laughs to himself “I haven’t said that out loud yet. Still not sure aside from that, but I really like you.” He tightens his arms and legs around Seungmin, kissing him earnestly. It feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest, like he has to hold onto Seungmin or he might just float away. “And I’m totally fine with you still hooking up with anyone you want, just leave time for me too. Maybe go resolve some of that sexual tension at some point.”

Seungmin’s phone goes off in his pocket, vibrating against Jeongin’s body. He jumps and pulls away, Seungmin groans at the loss of contact, pulling it out of his pocket. He rolls his eyes and flashes the screen to Jeongin. Group chat between him, Changbin, and Hyunjin. 

“Tell him to go away. You’re mine right now.” He kisses into Seungmin’s neck. He’d have to resolve that sexual tension another day. 

His. Seungmin opens it. “Oh. Shit. He’s gonna make it official with Channie-Hyung. He actually asked permission to tell him everything.” Jeongin pulls away from his throat and looks at him “I didn’t do that. I broke the rules.” He looks proud of himself as he goes in for another kiss. “Ooh now it’s Hyunjinnie’s turn to do damage control. He definitely sucked Channie-Hyung’s dick. But we’re not supposed to know. Yongbok knows, they told me one night when they both got too drunk.”

“How do you think Minho-Hyung knew this was gonna happen? You think they talked about it since he’s been spending so much time over there?”

Seungmin laughs and lays down, pulling Jeongin with him. “I don’t think there was much talking involved. I’m just shocked it took him this long. I’ve listened to him fantasize about both their asses for years. But that means they’ll probably be here soon, breakfast is probably just an excuse for a group meeting. You ready?”

“Do you mind if we keep this from them a little longer?”

“Of course not. I meant it when I said I’d keep your secrets.”

They stay wrapped in their little bubble for as long as possible, not feeling the need to exchange words, just laying together and basking in the newness of whatever it was they’re developing. 

When Chan and Changbin’s voices ring down the halls they begrudgingly pull themselves apart so Jeongin can finish dressing, hiding the evidence of Seungmin’s mouth on his body beneath a large T-shirt and hoodie.

They hear Changbin going down the hall, knocking on doors, alerting them all it's time to eat. They laugh quietly to each other and Jeongin’s pulls off Seungmin’s eye masks, patting the rest of the serum into his skin, evidence of his rough past few hours mostly erased. They kiss each other one last time before slipping out of his room once they’re sure everyone is in the kitchen. 

Breakfast goes about as expected, Jeongin is eternally grateful he had some sort of warning. Nobody corrects him or bats an eye when he plays the “straight” card a little too heavily, Seungmin and Minho play along too. To nobody’s surprise, aside from mostly Chan’s, most of the members are already sleeping together. Half are in relationships. 

Of course now Hyunjin and Jisung need to know everyone’s kinks, surely to use it to their advantage. Jeongin has no intention of sharing his results with the group yet, but they’d be okay with that. He feels safe, happy, grateful for the unending trust and respect he’d earned with each of them. 

He could get used to this. 

The days pass and the two get increasingly more comfortable being affectionate around their dorm. Though, for whatever reason Jeongin still isn’t ready to tell Chan or Changbin, but they didn’t come over nearly as often as Han and Hyunjin so that part was relatively easy.

They no longer limit themselves to stolen kisses exclusively behind closed doors.

Everyone does their best to try not to gawk and squeal when Jeongin is sitting on the kitchen counter with his legs wrapped around Seungmin. They do their best to look away when they inevitably end up on top of each other on the couch. 

They try not to let their curiosity get the best of them when the moaning dies down and they both scurry off to the shower partially dressed or completely undressed. They even try their best to ignore how increasingly marked both their bodies are getting so quickly. 

But they’re just so cute they almost don’t care that Jeongin has been hogging Seungmin from them for weeks. Almost. 

Of course Han is the first to bring it up, he’s mostly teasing, but he does truly miss being tag teamed by Minho and Seungmin. 

Seingmin has Jeongin pinned against the refrigerator for the third time this week. Han doesn’t even live there, yet that’s where he somehow keeps finding them. He sighs “I love you guys. But you can’t hog all the goods.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes and pulls Seungmin out of the kitchen behind him, he stops in the doorway to Jeongin's room "give me a minute, yeah?"

Seungmin heads back to the kitchen, Han is scrolling on his phone, leaning against the counter with an unopened drink.

"You okay?"

Han shrugs, "yeah, sorry didn't mean to sound like a dick."

"So I am 'the goods'?"

He sighs, “You guys are adorable but I can't even remember the last time we've all gone without you this long."

It's true, he's always kept a pretty equal rotation between the four of them, always meeting their needs while they met his. Of course they had each other, but they'd all grown accustomed to having him around over the years.

"Sorry Hannie" he tucks Han's hair behind his ear "He's said he's fine with it, it's just…"

"I get it. Jagi would've bitten someone's hand off in the beginning too. I'll be more patient." He truly does understand, but he looks a bit like a small wounded animal. Han always has been nothing if not needy. Seungmin yanks him down the hall towards Jeongin's room by his wrist. 

"Baby, Hannie is sad." Han pouts dramatically over Seungmin’s shoulder. 

Jeongin sits up in his bed, "Hyung needs attention?"

Han nods, putting on his most pathetic look while holding back a smile. "Can I give him a kiss and cheer him up?"

Jeongin doesn't look the least bit surprised "of course. You know I don't mind."

Seungmin turns to Han and pushes him toward the hallway, still in view of the door but both completely out of Jeongin’s room. Jeongin can see Han's body relax as Seungmin pulls him in for a kiss. He's completely familiar with the feeling. 

"Better?" Seungmin pulls back and ruffles his hair. Han nods happily "good, now go get your back blown out." 

He shuts the door on Han and climbs onto Jeongin's bed, laying in what is now his designated side. "You're sure you were okay with that?"

"I may have… listened when you went back to the kitchen." He smiles innocently. "I'm okay with it. How long has it been?"

Seungmin pauses to think, "some time before we spent our first night together? I'm not sure. I hadn't really noticed. A lot less often than usual for the last few months, too.” Jeongin looks at him questioningly. “Couldn’t risk missing out on my favorite middle of the night entertainment. Didn’t think you’d go looking for me in Yongbokie or Minho-Hyung’s rooms.” 

“You gave up actual sex to watch me get myself off?!”

Well… when he puts it that way. “I mean… not every day. Sometimes we’d just mess around before they went to bed and I’d find an excuse not to sleep in their room… sometimes I knew you wouldn’t be home… but… yeah? Sometimes?” 

Jeongin is somewhat bewildered, definitely intrigued. “And then you’d, what… just go to bed like nothing happened?” Seungmin’s ears are crimson from tip to lobe. He can’t even look Jeongin in the face. Jeongin gasps “babe would you just go get yourself off when I was done?!” 

“Phhht no... That would be weird. That’d be totally weird… right?”

Jeongin is smiling from ear to ear. Seungmin looks a bit mortified. He climbs on top of Seungmin, “I mean… Now I think it’s kinda hot. I think I kinda just assumed you’d go fuck someone else after.”

“I tired a few times. Felt weird having images of you burned into my brain while someone else got me off.”

Jeongin gives him a single long kiss, "So… how long have you liked me?” He smirks and rests his hands on Seungmin’s chest, scrunching up his T-shirt. 

He’s wasted too much time not being honest. “Actually liked you or just fully aware of how attractive you are? Because one day you just kinda went from adorable to extremely hot, I don’t know how long ago that was. Actually liked you? Probably should’ve known when Hyunjinnie walked in on us. Should’ve realized it when you told me you’d hooked up with someone else and I got so jealous. Definitely realized it when I got us both off.” 

Jeongin looks satisfied with his answer, he should've realized it sooner too. If he hadn't been afraid of admitting to himself that he's not straight, he probably would've realized early on that the reason he'd always gone back to Seungmin wasn't just because it was convenient that they shared the same kinks. But rather that he wanted Seungmin to watch him, because he got to watch Seungmin try to keep his composure. Because he wanted Seungmin to want him just as bad as he wanted him. He wanted Seungmin to do something about it, though he knew he never would without permission, and that was part of allure. The safety of it all. 

"What about you, though? Do you have someone else to spend time with if I start spending a little time with them again?"

Jeongin shakes his head no. "I can go hang out with friends if that would make you more comfortable."  

"You can always invite Hyunjin over. You’ve gone out plenty since we started this, you really don’t have anyone else you’ve been hooking up with?”

Jeongin may consider inviting him over, but he’s pretty satisfied with the arrangement he’s got going on lately. "Other than him the two times you already know about? Nope. I mean you know all about the last time I even tried, that obviously didn’t go well. Other than that It’s been… wow it’s been a long time...” In other words, Jeongin hasn’t even thought about hooking up with someone of the opposite gender in months. “Just… maybe not tonight? I kinda wanna keep you to myself for one more night now that I know that’s what I’ve been doing.”

They exchange no more words on the subject. Seungmin is absolutely over the moon. As if it were even possible, he’s falling even harder. He can’t bring himself to put it into words, but he can definitely show Jeongin how much he cares and appreciates him in other ways. Though Jeongin may beat him to it tonight. 

They’ve been working on being more open with their interests along with setting boundaries and expectations since they realized this was more than just exploration. Seungmin finally admits he likes it when Jeongin overpowers him and then ultimately lets him win, though there may be times when he doesn’t want to feel as dominant. Jeongin likes it when he’s bossed around and he's almost ready to have sex, Seungmin would absolutely not rush him. 

Jeongin uses the fact that he’s already on top of Seungmin to his advantage. He waits patiently until they’ve pulled off each other's clothes and Seingmin is groping at his body on top of him to pin his arms to his sides. Jeongin kisses down Seungmin’s body, the feeling and taste of his skin already familiar. Seungmin gives a few tugs at his arms and Jeongin tightens his grip, keeping him immobile.

He’s finally ready. Jeongin mouths and kisses down his length like he’s watched Seungmin do to him before he releases his wrists. He doesn’t quite have technique, but he does have enthusiasm and the ability to learn as he goes. Seungmin praises him for every movement, watching in awe as Jeongin grows comfortable enough to take him into his mouth. 

It’s a bit awkward at first, but Seungmin lovingly shows him a different lip and tongue positioning and he quickly gets the hang of it. He moves little by little, letting his jaw get accustomed to the constant stretch. Small groans encourage him to sink lower each time. He’s not expecting perfection on his first try, but for Seungmin, anything he does is perfection. 

He pulls off, spit stringing from his lips to the tip of Seungmin’s dick. “You can probably push my head down, if you want to try.” 

“You’re sure?” Jeongin gives him a look that tells him he should know better than to ask that by now and slides him back into his mouth. 

Excitement prickles beneath both their skin as Seungmin’s fingers cautiously lace through his hair, gently guiding him lower. It takes a few tries, relaxing his throat to accommodate for the girth but the first time his cock breaches the back of Jeongin’s throat, Seingmin is seeing stars. 

Small groans turn into gasps and moans, Seungmin almost dares not blink in fear of missing the beautiful sight before him. He stops breathing every time Jeongin’s lips wrap perfectly around his hilt, nestling themselves into his neatly trimmed pubes. 

At this point, he already knows he’s going to finish faster than he has any other time they’ve been together thus far. As much as he wants to enjoy this as long as humanly possible, he can’t hold out. He instinctively tightens his grip in Jeongin’s hair as he’s brought closer to the edge and Jeongin moans around him before taking him back down his throat. 

“Oh fuck. baby, I’m gonna cum” Jeongin hollows his cheeks to the best of his current abilities on the way up, tapping Seungmin’s hip twice. 

Jeongin’s eyes are squeezed shut, his only focus being on making sure he stays on this time, taking him into his throat one last time. 

Seingmin is so done for, he can’t even think a complete thought as feels himself pulsing down Jeongin’s throat, then over his tongue filling his mouth until it seeps out the corners. 

Jeongin squints up at him as he pulls off and swallows. Seungmin’s eyes are unfocused as he stares in utter disbelief. Jeongin can’t even contain his smile, a single drip of cum leaking down his chin “Did I do okay?” 

“Okay?! O- fuck . Baby that was- you - I-” He’s frantically reaching under Jeongin’s armpits to pull him up. He needs to do something else with his mouth because this definitely doesn’t seem like the most sincere time to be confessing his love. They kiss until Seingmin can finally think a full and coherent thought, “You did amazing. That was perfect. Now lay down so I can do unspeakable things to you or get up here and fuck my face.”

Jeongin raises an eyebrow “Can I really?”

"Scoot" he brings his hands down on Jeongin's ass and waits for him to roll off. Seungmin repositions both their pillows between his back and the headboard, half sitting half lying down. He pats his chest "Sit." Jeongin straddles his chest, pinning Seungmin’s biceps to his sides. In all the times it's been offered, he hasn't actually taken into account what it'd mean to try it.

Seungmin grips his hips from the back and repositions himself so Jeongin's cock is directly in front of his face without having his neck awkwardly bent. "Try not to make me gag too bad because I haven't done this in a while, I'll tap if we need to stop and change position or anything." He licks his lips and opens his mouth obediently, watching Jeongin above him.

Jeongin hesitates, not for lack of interest but because in that moment he begins to realize how much their usual roles have been reversed. “So I just…?”

Seungmin laughs quietly, realizing he’d been so excited he hadn’t actually done any explaining. “Use my mouth to get yourself off.” He kisses the tip of Jeongin’s dick and waits with his mouth open expectantly. 

Jeongin’s stomach flips and his cock twitches. Those are words he’s never once heard out loud before, and they definitely ignited something within him. The moment he breaches Seungmin’s lips, his whole world changes. There’s absolutely nothing else he could possibly want. 

With one hand against the wall, he grips the hair at the top of Seungmin’s head with the other and thrusts in, paying close attention to how far he pushes himself every time. Seungmin watches him with wide, sparkling eyes, only pulling them away when they briefly roll back. He’s enjoying this too. 

Jeongin has never seen Seungmin in a more submissive role, it’s doing things to him he wasn’t even sure were possible. He absolutely towers over him in this position. Seungmin freely gave up his power, wanting Jeongin to use his mouth to get himself off. 

He’s being so careful, he can feel Seungmin’s hands gripping his hips, moving over his ass, grazing the back of his thighs, constantly attached to him in some way. 

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” Seungmin moans in response and Jeongin’s stomach automatically feels tight. Seungmin looks so incredible beneath him, hair messy and mouth full of dick. It’s been so long since he’s been in charge, since he’s moved his hips in a way that was chasing his own pleasure. He’s been so entranced watching himself disappear into Seungmin’s mouth that he feels his thighs shaking around Seungmin’s body before he fully realizes how close he is. 

“Baby I’m gonna cum. I need to. Please.” Two taps and he releases instantly, hips stuttering to a stop and Seungmin very happily sucking out every last drop. 

“That was so fucking good. ” He pants, practically holding himself up against the headboard. 

Seungmin is staring up at him admiringly, hands still caressing any part of his body he can get his hands on. He helps Jeongin off him, kissing at his adorable wobbly jello legs before they move out of reach as he lays down. “You okay? Did I hurt you at all?” 

“I’m good baby, that was good for me too.”

They pull each other together simultaneously, pressing their foreheads together and breathing each other in. Every night leading up to this has felt like a marathon, getting each other off until they physically couldn’t anymore. But tonight, this was enough. The fall asleep before they know it, no clean up, no shower. Close, comfortable, satisfied- perfect in every sense of the word.