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"Wooyoung and I carried you, laid you down in the hotel room, took off your clothes, covered you with a blanket and left."
- 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧

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Yeosang giggled against Jongho’s shoulder, his steps uneasy as the alcohol made the world spin around him. Luckily, the two younger members had a better alcohol tolerance than him, their strong arms supporting Yeosang as they stumbled from the dark country road into the large hotel.

“Feels funny.” Yeosang slurred when the elevator brought them up to their level, the male slumping against the wall while Wooyoung made sure he wouldn’t tip over.

“You’re so drunk, Yeosang-ah.” Wooyoung smiled, guiding the male out of the elevator and towards his room.

“‘s your fault.” Yeosang pouted, not reacting when the group came to a stop.

“Here.” Jongho sighed, removing his arm from Yeosang’s waist. The maknae pulled the leather wallet from Yeosang’s back pocket, digging out the room key in record time before unlocking his hyung’s door.

While Jongho went to turn on a bedside lamp, Wooyoung dragged his friend towards the bed.

Yeosang couldn’t wait to drop onto the soft sheets and fall asleep when- “ah wait!” Wooyoung tightened his grip around Yeosang’s waist before his body could land atop the welcoming surface.

“Your clothes are all dirty. You can’t go to bed like that.”

Yeosang whined, slowly turning around in Wooyoung’s hold with an offended look on his face.

“Maybe we shouldn’t make him drink this much next time…” Jongho approached with a pity smile on his face.

"Nonsense." Wooyoung dismissed the argument, already hooking his fingers under the hem of Yeosang’s sweatshirt to remove the garment from his body. Jongho got the hint, his fingers finding their way to Yeosang’s jeans.

Yeosang let out a sharp breath once Wooyoung pulled the sweater over his head, his eyes landing on Jongho. The male had crouched down in front of him, slowly opening the zipper of his jeans before tugging the clothing down Yeosang’s toned thighs.

The eldest felt a tingle in his stomach, not from the alcohol but from this unfamiliar version of Jongho. He couldn’t help but stare as the vocalist threw the jeans near Yeosang’s suitcase and pushed himself back up from the carpeted floor.

Jongho’s strong arms wrapped around him, picking him up bridal style before Yeosang’s body landed on the bed rather ungracefully.

The maknae turned away, making his way towards the hallway alongside Wooyoung.

“Wait.” The two stopped in their tracks, looking back at the eldest with a concerned expression.

“Can you both stay here? Please?” Yeosang was surprised by his own words. These thoughts would never leave his mouth with a sober mind.

He watched with carefully as the two men glanced at each other, Wooyoung being the first to shrug his shoulders.

A heat spread across Yeosang’s body as he watched the two men undress in front of him, his cock stirring at the sight.

Wooyoung crouched down, digging through Yeosang’s suitcase until he found a clean pair of sweat pants, a pair of pajama pants and a black shirt, passing it to Jongho as Jongho never slept shirtless.

Yeosang almost felt a sense of disappointment when their soft bulges were covered up by an extra layer of fabric once again, though he was quickly able to forget about the loss when the two joined him in bed.

Wooyoung - physical affection lover Wooyoung - immediately tossed his limbs around Yeosang’s body while Jongho went to lay on Yeosang’s other side. The size of the bed didn’t allow the maknae a lot of personal space though, the warmth of his shoulder radiating against Yeosang’s own, the light sensation almost driving him more insane than Wooyoung’s full-body hug.

Yeosang tried to fall asleep after that, he really did. But the entire situation made him unbearably horny. He tossed and turned between the two men, nose digging into Wooyoung’s black hair, trying to find a comfortable position.

In a wave of drunk confidence he finally let out an audible sigh, hand landing on top of Wooyoung’s where it rested on his chest. He grazed his fingers along the soft skin for a few moments before he couldn’t stop himself and slowly pushed Wooyoung’s hand down south.

At first Wooyoung assumed that the dancer wanted him to remove his hand, but it was guided lower and lower until he could feel Yeosang’s happy trail beneath his fingertips.

Wooyoung propped his head up to look Yeosang square in the eyes. He was just about to ask about Yeosang’s behaviour, but the older male spoke first.

“Please.”

“Are you sure, Yeosang-ah? You won’t regret this when you’re sober?” Wooyoung asked in a genuine tone, glancing over at Jongho who looked back at him with curiosity.

“Wooyoung, please touch me or I will explode.”

The other two giggled before Wooyoung left a gentle kiss on Yeosang’s cheek. And finally, fucking finally, Wooyoung’s hand shifted lower, exploring Yeosang’s semi-hard bulge through the fabric of his underwear.

“Like this?” Wooyoung asked, the most innocent sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Yeosang sighed, his hips twitching at the contact.

By now, Jongho had also turned towards Yeosang, watching with a dazed look as Wooyoung’s gentle hand massaged Yeosang through his underwear. And well, Yeosang couldn’t help but stare at Jongho’s lips.

Being drunk made him greedy.

“Jongho~” he let out a long whine, immediately catching the maknae’s attention. “Kiss me.”

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long before soft, warm lips pressed against his own. It started with a few experimental pecks that gradually turned more heated - a needy kiss that filled Yeosang with fire and want.

At this point he was desperately grinding against Wooyoung’s palm, both his hands buried in Jongho’s thick hair, occasionally pulling at the strands. The maknae had slipped his tongue past Yeosang’s lips at some point, sending Yeosang into a state of heavenly bliss.

He let out a pornographic moan when Wooyoung pulled his underwear down far enough to wrap his hand around Yeosang’s shaft. The kiss with Jongho turned sloppy as Yeosang’s entire body tingled with pleasure.

His hips bucked upwards, removing one hand from Jongho’s hair to slip it beneath his shirt instead, nails digging into the skin of Jongho’s back.

“Fuck.” He heard Wooyoung’s voice, the male pushing Jongho off of Yeosang, drawing a displeased moan from both men.

A moment later, he had Wooyoung hovering above his face.

“Yeosang-ah?” The male interrupted his sentence to leave a wet peck on Yeosang’s swollen lips. “Can I suck your dick? Can I please suck your dick?”

The taller man barely finished responding with a breathy “yes” before Wooyoung’s lips came crashing against his own. It was a lot messier than the kiss he’d shared with Jongho and Yeosang tightly wrapped his arms around Wooyoung’s neck to make it last a bit longer.

A few minutes later Wooyoung did pull away though, wiping the excess saliva from his lips.

While Wooyoung slowly kissed along Yeosang’s jaw, chest and abs, Yeosang spared a glance in Jongho’s direction - and almost came untouched right then and there.

The maknae had removed his pants and underwear entirely, large hand pumping his length. His cock was thick and beautiful, just like Jongho himself. In his drunken state, Yeosang couldn’t help but reach out, thumb circling around the wet tip.

He was quickly torn out of his trance, however, when Wooyoung pulled his underwear down entirely, leaving Yeosang completely bare.

But there wasn’t much time to feel embarrassed. Wooyoung didn’t waste a second before he made eye contact with Yeosang and licked a wet strip from the base to the tip of Yeosang’s hard cock. Yeosang let out another loud moan when the other male wrapped his lips around the tip, bobbing his head with hollowed cheeks.

“Mmph.” Yeosang threw his head back in pleasure, “You’re really good at this.”

Wooyoung hummed in response, pulling off with a wet pop to place kisses along the side of Yeosang’s shaft “I practice on San a lot.”

The thought alone made Yeosang’s head spin some more, as he wrapped his hand around Jongho’s shaft more tightly.

“Shit.” The youngest gasped, wrapping his own hand around Yeosang’s to keep it in place, slowly thrusting his hips into the tightness.

He watched Wooyoung with parted lips. The male had worked his way to the base of Yeosang’s cock, tip hitting the back of his threat. He tried his best not to gag, eyes filling with tears as he looked up at Yeosang. He then pulled off, tongue circling around the leaking tip whilst his hand pumped Yeosang’s shaft with a steady rhythm. The eldest moaned again, his free hand tangling into Wooyoung’s hair as the latter repeated his previous actions.

Yeosang wished this moment could last forever - drowning in pleasure with a hand on Jongho’s cock and Wooyoung’s wet mouth sucking him off. The male squeezed his eyes shut, body twitching with pleasure as his moans grew in volume.

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m so close.” He cried out.

Wooyoung didn’t pull away, just gripped Yeosang’s hips hard enough to bruise while he continued bobbing his head at a brutal pace.

Yeosang came hard with a half-moan, half-scream that the entire hotel was probably able to hear. But he didn’t care. This felt amazing.

His load shot down Wooyoung’s throat as the younger swallowed every last drop. Body twitching with overstimulation, Yeosang watched Wooyoung pull away, his lips red and swollen. His body went limp in his hazy post-orgasm state, hand releasing Jongho’s cock and lazily falling onto the mattress.

“Fuck, open your mouth, hyung.” Jongho whispered and Yeosang complied, sticking out his tongue when Jongho’s cock inched closer to his face. His mouth watered when Jongho lightly slapped his tip against Yeosang’s wet tongue.

“Me too. Me too, fuck.” Wooyoung breathed out, finally removing his own clothing to reveal his neglected and throbbing cock.

He kneeled down on the other side of Yeosang’s head as the latter looked up at the two gorgeous men with big puppy dog eyes.

His cock stirred again as the other two began to jerk themselves off, leaking tips meeting on Yeosang’s tongue.

“Fuck, I-” Jongho was the first to come with a high-pitched whine, white cum dirtying Yeosang’s tongue, nose and cheek as the youngest pumped himself through the orgasm.

Wooyoung didn’t take long to follow, the sight of a blushing Yeosang with cum all over his face sending him over the edge rather quickly. He added to the mess, white strings landing across the dancer's pretty lips and jaw, some of the fluid leaking down to his neck.

Wooyoung pulled Jongho in for a short peck on the lips, pulling away to see Yeosang swallowing down their cum, tongue attempting to lap up the remains on his face.

“You look even more beautiful with cum on your face.” Wooyoung remarked, leaving a gentle kiss on the male’s forehead, hand carding through Yeosang’s hair.

Moments later Jongho appeared with wet wipes, gently cleaning his hyung’s face while Wooyoung whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Once finished, Jongho discarded the trash and cuddled into Yeosang’s side.

“Can we do this more often?” Yeosang asked shyly, sleepiness making his eyes feel heavy.

“I’d be down.” Wooyoung once again shrugged, hand squeezing Yeosang’s trained biceps.

“Me too.” Jongho mumbled, face disappearing in the crook between Yeosang’s neck and shoulder.

Satisfied, Yeosang cuddled closer against Jongho, feeling Wooyoung’s warm body press against him, a hand tracing soothing patterns along the skin of Yeosang’s waist.

“Good night.” Jongho was the first to whisper before leaving a gentle kiss on Yeosang’s bare shoulder.

He received two tired mumbled in return as the men got comfortable in each other’s arms, drifting into a restful sleep.