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"Namjoon-ah!"
Namjoon looks up from where he's laying on the floor to stare at the man that just burst through the door of his studio. Perhaps laying on the uncomfortable black carpet with a cat sleeping on his chest, the siren sound of whales singing through his computer speakers, wasn't what normal people did on a Thursday afternoon. But Namjoon had never been considered normal. Thankfully he’d been in the studio space just long enough for the other artists that leased out of the same building to get used to it but the blonde that just burst in still frowns down at him, stopping halfway through a question.
"Namjoon-ah?"
Zico stands just inside the doorway, hands on his hips as he stares down at Namjoon. His hair is always kind of all over the place color wise but it looks freshly bleached, roots finally matching the rest of it. Namjoon had let his natural brown grow out over winter, letting his hair rest before going silver again. Seokjin wanted him to go pink but they were still undecided.
"Hey Zico-hyung, what's up? Did you dye your hair again?" Namjoon asks, Yoongi still purring against his chest.
Originally he'd just laid down to stretch out his back after curling into a shrimp over his mixing board for most of the day, but then Yoongi was cuddling and he couldn’t deny him much when he was a cat. Seokjin was working late again so he'd taken Yoongi into the studio to hang out for the day. Half the building had already been by that morning to give the cat their required good luck pets. The label was thrilled that he was finally working reliably again and had sprung for a larger space when he’d picked it out and ever since Yoongi had been a frequent companion and office celebrity. Apparently he was a bit of a good luck charm and everyone was producing more since Namjoon started bringing him. They were all still making bets on the cat being magic or if it was something about cat purrs and stress relief. Maybe it was a hybrid thing but Namjoon kept that tightly to his chest. Yoongi just liked watching him work and having company regardless of being a cat or human, the pets were an added bonus.
Namjoon was pretty sure Suran was Yoongi's new favorite person and he was just too polite to tell him and Seokjin about it, but to be fair she was great. Maybe it helped that she kept sneaking into Namjoon’s studio to feed Yoongi fishcakes whenever he left for the bathroom or to get coffee.
"I did yeah, Mino helped." Zico nods, still frowning. Namjoon just smiles a little knowingly. Maybe they’d figure it out eventually. "Why are you on the floor?"
"Stretching my back then Yoongi laid down. Can’t move a cat, you know? Did you need me?"
“There’s a guy in the lobby that says he knows you but I wanted to check before they waved him through. He doesn’t have an ID badge and you still haven’t given reception your phone number.”
“Oh, sure, did you get a name?” Namjoon sits up slowly, holding Yoongi against his chest as he shifts. The studio was always half a step away from being an ice box so Yoongi is swaddled in a little baby’s sweater that one of the other artists in the building slipped on him. He'd left for coffee and come back to Yoongi in the sweater keeping his desk chair warm. It’s caramel and has a little hood with rabbit ears so Namjoon is putting money on Dean. It was always hard to tell since the artists were all close, often piled into each other’s studios when they were stuck to do more unofficial collabs. Namjoon rarely even locked his door unless he was doing contract work.
“No but he’s like a model? He has to be. You working with an idol or something?”
“Oh, no, it’s probably Seokjin-hyung.”
“Isn’t that your boyfriend’s name?” Zico asks, moving out into the hall as Namjoon gets up on his feet.
“Yeah.” Namjoon smiles as he shoves his phone in his pocket and tucks Yoongi against his chest and shoulder. He sets his computer to sleep, cutting the whale noise, before following Zico down to the lobby. Sure enough Seokjin is leaning against the reception desk, chatting up the PAs sitting there looking starry eyed.
“Oh hey baby, there you are,” Seokjin smiles, coming over to give him a quick kiss hello before he sees Yoongi in his little sweater. He looks more excited than he did at christmas when Namjoon wrote him a song, which is fine, Yoongi is too cute in his little sweater. “And what is this?”
“Someone dressed him in it while I was out getting coffee, doesn’t seem to mind.” Namjoon grins, lifting Yoongi away from his chest to show him to Seokjin. The cat is dead asleep, wheezing quietly. “I think he likes it, my studio is cold.”
“Cute,” Seokjin coos, leaning into Namjoon’s space again to give Yoongi a little kiss. Zico has been hovering around, hands shoved in his pockets, and Seokjin turns to him and gives his best winning smile. It was the death of many a disaster bisexual and Zico was no different. "Thanks for getting him for me."
"Yeah! Sure! Yeah!" Zico nods, looking a little panicked to be under Seokjin's attention. He quickly makes an excuse to hurry off, leaving the pair and the cat in the lobby. Namjoon leans back into Seokjin, kissing him on the cheek just to see him smile again. Their relationship was newer than his and Yoongi's, but he was enjoying it all the same. They were getting there.
"I thought you had to work late." Namjoon mentions.
Seokjin shrugs a little, shifting a large tote in one hand up on his shoulder so he can use both hands to tug a little at Namjoon’s belt loops. Public skinship had never been a thing Namjoon did, he was too awkward, but Seokjin was slowly bringing it out of him. The sheer disregard Seokjin had for what people thought about holding hands or shoving his hand in Namjoon’s back pocket was rubbing off.
"I did, but the client pissed me off too much. Cut negotiations short with the designer and decided to take the day off instead of getting upset at the office," Seokjin explains, reaching out to tug the little sweater hood up over Yoongi's face. He's fishing his phone out of his own jacket pocket, trying to get a picture, when Yoongi slowly starts blinking awake. "I brought you lunch. Good morning sleepy head."
Yoongi gives a little meow.
"Come on, I'll show you the studio. You haven't seen it since I finished moving everything in," Namjoon chuckles, adjusting Yoongi in his arms as he starts shifting around.
The building would be talking about him and Seokjin for weeks like a bunch of tittering little old ladies. Rappers. Gossip queens, the lot of them. He hadn’t met a mean person yet, they were all welcoming and interested in him as the newest studio tenant, but they all still gossiped like nothing else. He’d mentioned he was dating Seokjin, but never showed pictures, or even talked about Yoongi much past the mysterious second boyfriend like he was some cryptid instead of the cat everyone loved. He was a mystery that the studio had finally decided to stop pestering for more information on and this would rocket him back to the main topic of discussion until Dean finally dropped that new album. While he wasn’t keen on the idea it would be nice to have a bit of distraction from the community betting pool on when Moonbyul was finally going to pop the question to her girlfriend back in Seoul.
They pass Yoongi between them as they walk so he can get more kisses from Seokjin, Seokjin carefully memorizing the floor and door number for the next time he visits. They don’t do lunch often, most of their time taken up in the evenings and weekends, or mornings when he stays over, their schedules keeping them busy for much of the day. Seokjin is just happy that Namjoon can bring Yoongi along to work, both of them worrying about the hybrid being alone for so long since their friends all work weird hours and his hobbies are all indoor ones. They'd been together long before Namjoon came into the picture but all of Seokjin's worries about Yoongi's lonely nature had already rubbed off on him. Being alone and lonely meant Yoongi had found Namjoon, but what if he hadn't, left alone to just wander around people watching but never interacting? He was already so pale and refused to take vitamins. Namjoon liked it better when Yoongi got to spend time with people, especially people he could be himself around. Even if that self was a cat.
Something about cats and healing was also holding true for Namjoon, his anxiety easing back down to more manageable levels. It was good for everyone.
Once they’re in his studio Seokjin sets the bag he’s carrying down on the couch to inspect the space. The last time he saw it the walls had been empty and there was nothing but the boxes for his desk and his keyboard. Since then Yoongi had helped him build the furniture, the only time anyone in the building had ever seen him as a person, and he'd gotten the sound proofing fixed, art put up and all his equipment set up. His old studio had the same setup, but it had been smaller, less display space for his little handful of awards sitting between Ryan and art figures on the clear shelves along one wall. The other was framed old movie posters and gold records. He lets Seokjin wander, sitting in his chair and taking Yoongi back into his lap. The cat kicks at his collar and meows, eyes barely open. Namjoon gets to work carefully peeling the sweater off him, unbuckling the collar last while Seokjin goes to lock the door.
By the time Seokjin has locked the door Yoongi has already shifted back to human, sitting on the plastic mat under his desk and chair between Namjoon’s spread legs looking sleepy and a little cranky. Namjoon reaches down to rub at his ears to get a pur out of him.
“You ok kitten?” Namjoon asks, hands threading through his blonde hair as Yoongi’s tail curls around his ankle and he presses his face against Namjoon’s thighs. They hadn't packed any clothes for him that morning and he rarely wanted to shift back in public places. “You cold?”
“Freezing,” Yoongi grumbles, using both hands at the back of Namjoon’s knees to pull him closer in his rolling chair. Winter probably wasn't the best time for him to be in naked in the studio, maybe they should buy a space heater.
“Jin-hyung, can you grab the blanket from under the couch?” Namjoon asks, leaning back in his chair as Yoongi tries to burrow his face deeper into Namjoon’s jeans.
“Why do you have a blanket here?” Seokjin asks, kneeling down to grab the folded up throw blanket, pulling out the pillow he keeps there as well. Keeping supplies there was always sort of a 'just in case thing' but also because he used to fall asleep on his old couch. Now he had people waiting at home for him keeping him accountable for not overworking himself into the ground. Or at least a catboy to get home for dinner. It was nice.
“For emergencies mostly. I had a friend who got locked in his studio at the old company building. He had to stay there overnight because they couldn’t get a locksmith out any earlier. I keep power bars in the bottom of my filing cabinet too.”
“You also keep lube in there,” Yoongi mentions, casually moving Namjoon's sweater aside and untucking his shirt from his jeans to work on his buttons.
“Are you snooping when I leave?” Namjoon chuckles, shifts his hips forward so he can make room for whatever Yoongi wants. This is new but new was always fun with his boyfriends. Half asleep Yoongi only ever wanted coffee, not to deal with anyone's boners. Slow morning sex was more of a Seokjin thing, Yoongi either just watching or sleeping through it.
“Sometimes. I was looking for a water bottle,” Yoongi shrugs, pausing in his mission to get Namjoon’s jeans open to let Seokjin wrap him up in the blanket and slide the pillow under his ass. At least he would be comfortable.
“Got a little of everything, I’m so proud of you, being so prepared,” Seokjin laughs, going back to his tote to pull out a plastic bag with takeout containers and setting them on Namjoon’s desk. “Nothing fancy, just got you some gimbap and kimchi pajeon from that place you like by my office. I got you haemul pajeon baby, you wanna eat now?” Seokjin reaches down to add his hand to Namjoon’s carding through Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi shakes his head, working Namjoon’s jeans open and just far enough down to press his mouth against Namjoon’s soft cock through his boxers. He was glad he’d put on a better pair and taken a thorough shower, knowing he was staying the night.
“You haven’t had him do this for you, have you Joon-ah?” Seokjin asks, leaning back on the desk. It’s sturdier than his old desk and Namjoon is glad of it. Seokjin moves his keyboard and mouse aside, makes sure his mixing board is pushed all the way back, before hopping up to sit on it next to the food. At least he had sprung for the bigger desk.
“Ah, no? I mean, he’s given me a blowjob before but usually he’s more… awake than this.” Namjoon shrugs. Yoongi’s eyelids were still heavy, little half moons looking up at him while wrapped up in his heavy gray throw blanket. “I don’t mind, take what you need hyung. I would like to eat first? If that's cool?”
“Oh you’ll be able to eat during,” Seokjin says, smiling cryptically. He knows too much and Namjoon frowns at him before hissing as his cock hits the cold air of his studio. He's not sure what kind of head he's been getting in his life but Namjoon can barely remember his own name when Yoongi blows him, much less concentrate enough to eat lunch.
Normally it takes a bit to get him fully hard unless he’s really in a mood, and today is no different, but it doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi. He presses forward, gets himself comfortable on his little pillow seat, and slips Namjoon’s soft cock into his mouth. When he's soft he can’t reach the back of Yoongi’s throat, but he knows he’s still a mouthful, so he watches as Yoongi adjusts his jaw, swallows, then just rests his cheek against the top of Namjoon’s thigh. He goes loose, content, eyes slipping fully closed as he holds Namjoon against his tongue, hot and wet. Cockwarming had never been a thing he was interested in but he might have to change his mental list of kinks because he does like the look of Yoongi half asleep on his knees, keeping his dick warm with his pretty mouth.
“Alright, alright. Cool, cool, cool. Sure."
Seokjin hands him a little container of gimbap and Namjoon holds it carefully for a couple minutes while he adjusts to having his dick settled in Yoongi's mouth before he can focus on eating. Seokjin just watches him, smiling and eating his own lunch. "So how is the new song coming along?" Seokjin finally asks when he sees Namjoon settle down and start eating.
"Good actually!"
They talk and he mostly ignores how he hardens in Yoongi's mouth. Or tries to. It's hard to forget how hot and wet Yoongi's mouth is around him, how tight it gets as he slowly nudges into the back of Yoongi's throat when he gets fully hard. Being half asleep Yoongi doesn't even gag, just keeps himself loose and content, maybe he nods off. There's no signs of him being really present short of swallowing his own drool, Seokjin reaching down to set a napkin under his chin to protect Namjoon's jeans. He's halfway through explaining a new collab project when Yoongi starts gently sucking on him, working his tongue in an almost lazy wave of pressure. Namjoon curses, almost launches the empty takeout container in his hands before Seokjin takes it while laughing.
He'd just started to ignore the wet heat around his dick, more comforting than anything, but now Yoongi is going like he's sucking candy. The blanket shifts and Yoongi's hands are curled over his thighs, heavy and lazy as they knead his shivering muscle through his jeans.
"You good?" Seokjin asks, grinning at how Namjoon shivers. He just nods, whining a little broken noise. It changes to a quick shake of his head when the purring starts, Yoongi's whole throat vibrating as he pulls Namjoon in, nose and lips pressed to his stomach, cock pressed deep into Yoongi's throat. He's been some level of turned on for half an hour and now Yoongi slowly looks up at him, makes rare eye contact and sucks harder at him. Seokjin slides off the desk to crouch down behind Yoongi, hands slipping into the blanket. Namjoon can't see what's happening under the blanket but he can feel how tight Yoongi grips onto his thighs.
"Hyung-" Namjoon chokes, hips kicking up into Yoongi's slack throat.
"I wanna fuck you," Seokjin says and for a minute Namjoon thinks he's talking to Yoongi but when he looks down their eyes meet. Namjoon rarely bottoms, not that he doesn't like it, his cock just happens to be his selling point and they've never asked. Yoongi likes to get fucked and so does Seokjin so him bottoming never really came up.
"Yeah?" Namjoon asks, looking a little wild eyed.
"I want you to be good and come down Yoongi's throat like he wants, then I want to fuck you until you're hard again."
Namjoon whines, desperate and needy, nodding and working his hips in slow circles as Yoongi keeps sucking him like he's his favorite bottle.
"You want it? Want hyung to fuck you? I bet you're so tight, my good boy never gets fucked like he should. Too busy giving such a needy hyung his dick, ah?"
"Hyung, gonna come if you keep going," Namjoon warns, trying to be polite. Something happens under the blanket and Yoongi's eyes roll into the back of his head before closing and Namjoon's gone, coming down his throat. He's shivery and starting to sweat under his layers but Yoongi has never done that, never seemed to leave his body even during his last heat. Been out of it a little, but never looking so spaced out and glassy. He wants to be good for his hyungs.
"You back with us?" Namjoon asks carefully as he catches his breath, both hands brushing through Yoongi's hair as he slowly slips off with a wet pop. Yoongi still looks sleepy but his eyes are brighter, a little more alert.
"Yeah, yeah I'm here. Thank you." Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his face against Namjoon's thigh. "Jin-hyung, stop, let go," he whines, cranky and wiggling back into Seokjin's lap.
Namjoon chuckles, watching Seokjin curl around Yoongi and press obnoxiously loud kisses to his face. He tucks himself back into his jeans, huffing when Yoongi crawls up into his lap. The blanket falls open and he pulls, rearranging Yoongi to get him settled, chest to back.
"Did you wanna come hyung?" Namjoon asks, pushing the blanket further open to grab one of his thighs and pull it open. Yoongi settles against his chest, both legs spread open to hang over Namjoon's thighs.
"No, I wanna eat. All I taste is dick," Yoongi mumbles, pulling the blanket back down around his body to hide his hard cock laying against his belly.
"Do you...do that often?" Namjoon asks carefully, like he isn't sure he's allowed despite the open communication rule in their relationship.
"Not often. Just sometimes wanna be close, intimate, but like, not fucking? It gets me out of my head a little and today there was just a lot of noise. Hyung what's my record?"
"Little over an hour? You sat under my desk at home and your legs went numb," Seokjin says and hands him the last takeout container, hopping back up onto the desk. It’s hard to ignore the outline of Seokjin’s dick in his jeans, he's almost as big as Namjoon, but with Yoongi just wanting to ignore it he seems less desperate, content to watch Yoongi eeat. Namjoon still swallows, throat clicking, while watching Seokjin adjust himself. It wasn’t unusual, not getting all three of them off, sometimes they just wanted to be close to each other for a little while and move on with their day. The cockwarming was new, but Yoongi had dropped to his knees or pushed him into a chair to suck his dick a few times just to go back to work when he was done like he needed a dick in his mouth to get some inspiration.
More fun than tending to plants or taking a bike ride perhaps. Almost less fun than Seokjin stress baking.
Namjoon settles, curling around Yoongi’s back, chin on his shoulder to stare at Seokjin. There’s a tail gently curling around and stroking his ankle and Yoongi is warm, just heavy enough to ground him in his chair. He could fall asleep like this. Has fallen asleep like this at home in the middle of a movie night.
“So how do you really feel about bottoming?” Seokjin asks, picking up his phone to take pictures of them together in Namjoon’s desk chair. Sometimes he worries about the sheer amount of photos Seokjin takes, always with a camera or his phone in close reach to document some small piece of his day.
"You were serious?"
"Yeah. Been thinking about it for a while. It's ok if you don't like it, but I think it'd be fun," Seokjin shrugs, checking behind him before he leans back on his hands. He looks too inviting, thighs wide and jeans straining against his dick. He isn't quite as big as Namjoon but neither of them would ever be considered average, both well above that curve.
"No, no I like it. No one really asks for it though, you know," Namjoon makes a vague motion to his lap under Yoongi.
"You want to? Or are you more of a bed-only person? Oh, Joonie looks like a pillow princess huh Yoongi-yah?"
Namjoon flushes as Yoongi turns around to kiss his cheek, leaning away to wipe at the greasy lip print with a napkin. He gently lifts Yoongi up onto his feet, patting his ass to get him moving so he can get up and Yoongi can crawl back into the chair to finish eating. Nothing gets knocked over and he doesn't crush anything when he presses himself between Seokjin's spread thighs so he considers it a win and presses his own wide hands into the soft leg muscle, fingers dipping into his front pockets.
"No, I'm not a pillow princess. Unless hyung wants me to be."
"Wanna be a good boy for hyung, ah?" Seokjin smiles, all gentle and fond. Namjoon nods, smiling with his whole face until Seokjin reaches out with both hands to shove his thumbs into Namjoon's dimples. "Tell hyung what you want. Can you get it up again so soon? I know your stamina is insane but that's a lot of blood to circulate."
"Yeah, if not I'll come dry if you fuck me right. Done it to myself once or twice."
"That's hot," Yoongi adds from his seat in the desk chair, lounging with his half eaten container of pajeon.
"Get me the lube you apparently keep stocked and hyung will fuck you how you like? Yeah?"
Namjoon almost brains himself under his desk from crouching too fast to get into his little filing cabinet desk drawers. It isn't something he uses often, maybe once or twice while sexting Yoongi over a working weekend, so the cap is still new looking and he hasn't managed to fidget with it enough to peel the label off. Seokjin is already unbuckling his belt and working his jeans open when Namjoon stands up again, slotting himself right back into the wide v of his thighs. It's been a while since he's had anything that isn't his own fingers or silicone up his ass and he bounces a little on his heels while watching.
"Move back pretty, you wanna get bent over the desk or is it too tall?"
"No, no it's good." Namjoon doesn't want to talk about how he casually bent over several desks at Ikea to find the one he picked out, pretending to look for one that worked as a standing desk, not that he was imagining getting one of his boyfriends bent over it. The reversal is kind of a dream. They trade places and Seokjin gently pushes between his shoulder blades to get him bent over. Namjoon is already unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down over his hips.
"So eager. If I knew you were this easy I would have brought you lunch more often. How you want me honey?" Seokjin's hands slide up his back, pushing his open sweater off him and passing it over to Yoongi behind him, Namjoon's undershirt just sliding up to his shoulders. He's barely undressed and Seokjin hasn't even taken his cock out yet but he's still shivery and a little desperate. Maybe he was easy. Maybe it was just because he'd watched Seokjin take Yoongi apart on his dick across most surfaces of both of their apartments and he wanted a turn.
"I want-" he pauses, adjusts his legs to get a comfortable angle for his back, head pillowed on his forearms as he looks over his own shoulder, "I want you to fuck me till you come. I wanna walk home feeling you dripping out of me."
"Oh I am going to ruin your underwear, pretty boy,” Seokjin chuckles, giving Namjoon's ass a gentle smack before he pulls his tight boxer briefs down, just enough to hook the elastic under his ass cheeks. Thank god he'd been doing more squats lately. "Now be good, hold yourself open so I can stretch you out for my cock. Let me know if you need a minute, yeah?"
He rearranges his desk a little, gets his desk mat pulled forward so his face isn't pressed to the cool wood top, then reaches back with both hands to hold his ass cheeks spread open. It feels a little ridiculous, he's in his studio laid out on his desk ass up with Seokjin looming over him, Yoongi sitting just to the side with his lunch like he's getting dinner and a show. The feeling quickly fades when Seokjin's fingers, wet and cold, slip over his hole with teasing pressure.
"Tell hyung how you like it Joon-ah. How do you finger yourself? Such big hands," Seokjin doesn't even pause in his teasing to slip his middle finger slowly inside, "can probably reach your own prostate yeah? Talk to hyung, you know I like to hear you."
Namjoon's hips kick back, away from Seokjin's free hand reaching around his hip to palm his still soft dick. He's starting to get hard but it's still too sensitive. "No, just - ah - just inside."
"Too much?" Seokjin lays his palm flat against Namjoon's belly instead, feels his abdominals twitch as he fucks him slow.
Yoongi is purring to his left, deep and content, while watching them and Namjoon turns his head to look. They make eye contact and Yoongi lets his eyes slip shut briefly, naver told him it was like a kiss when he'd gone looking up weird cat facts after falling asleep to Yoongi kneading him like bread dough. Eye contact never lasts long and he's back to watching Seokjin finger him like it's prime time television.
"Pretty," Yoongi purs. "You open up so well Joonie. Makes me wanna have a turn."
"You could, I could take it," Namjoon says quickly, flushing.
He could have both of them leaking down his thighs and be set for the year and it was barely into January. It wasn't something he really indulged in, but he thought about it a lot, watched a lot of porn about it. Yoongi flip flopped between using a condom or not since Namjoon had gotten his official results back to show even if they all trusted him to be honest, sometimes he liked the feeling of one of them coming inside just to feel warm. But Yoongi was always more of a mouth and money shot kind of guy, Seokjin didn't like the mess, only let Namjoon go raw if Yoongi tongue fucked his come out of him after. Or if Yoongi was feeling it during a heat cycle but Namjoon hadn't been around for that yet. Namjoon liked it, getting a creampie, liked feeling a little bit used in a good way. He can almost hear the eyebrows going up so he looks away quickly, tucks his face
"Being a cumdump? Wow didn't take you for the type, that's hot," Seokjin whistles, pressing his pointer finger against his rim, "can you take another?"
"God don't say that out loud, please. And yeah, yeah you can go for two." Namjoon groans, ears hot but he still can't help smiling into the desk. Seokjin slips a second finger in and presses deep, rubbing at his walls and feeling him out, still careful with how he spreads them apart. "Ah, a little, fuck, tilt your hand a little back? When you pull out."
Seokjin follows his direction and finally grazes over his prostate, forcing a little moan out of his chest. Once he's found it he can't stay off it, focusing on gently working him up instead of really trying to get him loose enough. Namjoon rocks his hips back but he can't really get much leverage since his hands are busy.
"So greedy, you clench so tight honey," Seokjin sighs, leaning down to kiss and mouth at the small of Namjoon's back. Namjoon looks over his shoulder and Yoongi has finally set his empty takeout container aside, stacked up with the rest safely away from the action, and pulled on Namjoon's sweater, looking cozy.
"Love you," Namjoon murmurs, gasping out little moans. "Love you both."
"Awe, love you too honey," Seokjin says, grinning, and Yoongi pulls his chair forward to sit closer. Just in range for them to kiss, Yoongi keeping it soft despite how Seokjin is still fucking him with his hand. "Yoongi-yah, you want to help? Wanna feel how tight he is?"
"Mmm, sure. Maybe I'll want to join in when you're done, I'm undecided. Dick isn't sure yet." The wheels rattle against the plastic chair mat and soon there's a third finger slipping through the lube around his hole and pressing in with Seokjin's. Yoongi has slender hands, all long and built for a piano and they're still a little cold thanks to the cold studio air and poor circulation. He gasps, shifting his hips a little.
"Right here, I'm on it," Seokjin guides, letting Yoongi's finger slip out then come back again with two, Namjoon moaning at the stretch, clenching hard around them both. Four fingers in his ass is a stretch but so is Seokjin's dick. Yoongi's finger slip further in, underneath Seokjin's to take over rubbing his prostate until he's rocking his hips back on their combined hands, choking out moans. At least his studio is the best soundproofing money can buy because he only gets noisier the longer he gets fucked and he knows neither of them have heard him hit those volumes.
"So sensitive Joonie, would you let me fuck you during my next heat?" Yoongi asks, taking over for Namjoon's hands to hold one of his cheeks apart so he can grip the desk. "We can see how many loads I can put in you yeah? Would you like that? Would you like to be a good boy for hyung and let him use your hole?"
Namjoon moans again, louder, feels his dick hanging heavy and near fully hard again between his legs.
"We could keep a plug in you all day, keep you dripping and open between Yoongi's waves. He could just mount you whenever he wanted, keep you full like a toy."
He isn't exactly proud of how tight he clenches and how loud he keeps moaning the more they talk about using him as their own personal fleshlight. But it is a thought. Maybe the post nut clarity will make him rethink it but at the moment it sounds like a good eighty percent of all his lesser known dirty fantasies rolled into one. The hornier parts of his hind brain were pretty thrilled with the turn of his afternoon.
"We'll talk about it, such a good boy," Seokjin sighs, stroking his hip. They both start moving their fingers back and forth in a steady rhythm so he's never really empty and Namjoon whines, clenches every time they stroke over his swollen prostate. "You ready for me? I'm gonna shoot my load on your back at this rate."
"No, no want it inside," Namjoon pants and Seokjin chuckles a little, Yoongi pulling his fingers out to roll back over to kiss the pout of Namjoon's lips.
"I know honey, I know. I'll give you what you what, always," Seokjin croons, easing his fingers out to the tip before spreading them, keeping Namjoon gaped open while he gets his jeans pushed a little further down. Yoongi's ears flicker with interest, tail brushing feather light to tickle Namjoon's nipples. Namjoon whines again, hole trying to clench down but Seokjin switches to using both thumbs to spread him open, lube slipping out and down the back of his balls.
Finally the blunt head of Seokjin's cock is pressed up against him, slick with lube and hot to the touch. He's thick, thicker than the toys Namjoon has at home and it punches the air out of him as he slowly slides inside.
"Good? You're shaking baby, you want me to pull out?" Seokjin worries, rubbing up his thighs and over his back.
"It's good, just big . Been a while," Namjoon gasps, letting Yoongi distract him by sucking on his tongue. "Fuck how do you take me so easy?"
Yoongi laughs, kissing his cheeks and looking over his shoulder as Seokjin. He moves, seems to get his stance right, and rocks his hips back then right back in, forcing a choked groan out of him.
"Yoongi is a size queen, life has worked in his favor," Seokjin grunts, working to find the angle he wants.
"I am, but don't call me one." Yoongi pillows his chin on his palm, relaxed while he watches down the length of Namjoon's back to Seokjin's hips slapping against his ass cheeks. "How do you feel about cumslut?" He sounds almost conversational, pushing Namjoon's fringe off his face with his free hand.
"If you call me one I'll go - ah, there, there - I'll go soft."
"Noted," they both say, snickering at each other while Namjoon just tries to hold onto the desk. Seokjin learns quickly, always adjusting just right between them. Yoongi likes it rough but he doesn't jack rabbit his hips, slow and deep when Namjoon gets louder. It's a constant deep press against his sweet spot and now he kind of gets why Yoongi goes stupid on Seokjin's dick.
"You gonna need a hand on your dick baby?" Seokjin pants, tilting down to leave a little bite on the back of his neck. There's a freckle there that Yoongi had used as a teething ring once he'd found it, cooing over how he still had spots despote getting so tan in summer.
"No, not when you're this good," he groans, turning his head to press into Yoongi's neck. The hybrid still seems interested but not terribly motivated, still a little lazy from just eating.
Cat ears flicker against his temple when Yoongi curls a little around him, humming a sympathetic noise. The very tip of his tail brushes up the underside of Namjoon's dick and he moans so loud into Yoongi's shoulder that Seokjin stutters.
"Jesus fuck you clench so tight. Is this what crunches do to you? Stop going to the gym," Seokjin pants, voice gone high and breathy like it does right before he comes.
"Hyung fuck me, please, hyung please," Namjoon begs.
"Oh, Jinnie-hyung, you gotta," Yoongi purrs, scratching down the back of Namjoon's neck. "He asked so nice."
"Hard?" Seokjin asks and Namjoon nods, feels Seokjin kick one of his ankles a little wider.
The elastic of his briefs digs into his thighs and suddenly reminds him he's in the middle of his studio getting railed while barely undressed. The bite of one of Seokjin's rings pinches his hip and he whines, pressing back. The desk rattles as Seokjin gets back to it, Namjoon whining as Yoongi keeps tickling him with his tail. The sharp slap of Seokjin's hips make his thighs shake and he chokes when Yoongi pulls at one of his nipples, one hand finally gone under the blanket he's been wrapped up in. He leans close, presses his mouth right up to Namjoon's ear.
"Wanna be a good boy for me and make hyung come so I can get a taste?"
Namjoon shivers and can't stop clenching as he shudders through his orgasm, come splattering against the plastic mat under the desk. Seokjin stutters and grinds his dick in deep before coming. The feeling is enough to spark up Namjoon's spine, aftershocks still making his muscles twitch. Yoongi is purring again and Seokjin rubs both hands down his back, thumbs digging in along his spine as he slowly slips out. He feels very well fucked for the first time in a long time, his legs a little wobbly as he leans further down on his desk but Yoongi looks very much not quite done with him.
"Clench up baby, don't let him drip out of you yet," Yoongi rumbles, flushed dick already in hand as he finally unwraps himself from the blanket.
Seokjin is still kissing his back, helping to support his weight as Yoongi gets up. His borrowed sweater is big enough to almost be a dress and he has to hold it up by tucking it under his chin while stepping behind Namjoon. They help him get a little lower and Yoongi slips into him, just enough to push Seokjin's cum back in. Namjoon can feel him fisting himself against his hole, feels him trembling and his already spent cock kicks up when he registers what they're doing. His whole body shakes when Yoongi moans and starts coming inside his already sloppy hole. His hips fuck forward, pushing his come deeper until he stills, panting.
"Good?" Seokjin asks, petting Namjoon's hair, and he can't do much more than nod.
"Such a good boy," Yoongi says as he pulls out. Namjoon feels loose and sloppy, come starting to dribble out of him but Yoongi catches the mess and slips it back inside, fucking two fingers inside to keep him full. When he's done playing and Namjoon is clenching and shaky again he slips his hand out, wipes it on the inside of Namjoon's thighs, and pulls his underwear back up. They tuck him back into his jeans and he shivers, wet and used and sticky.
"Thank you hyungs," he mumbles, knees still a little weak.
"We'll talk when we get home, but we should revisit this whole you being Yoongi's cum dumpster on his heat. You know how much he can come during, could fill you up so much we see it in your tummy, ah? Never considered this kink but I am considering."
"Jin-hyung! Please! I can't get horny again, it hurts," Namjoon whines and Seokjin laughs, kissing him to calm him down.
It takes longer than it probably should to clean up the studio, Seokjin tossing the empty food container and tissues and sanitizer wipes all in the same plastic bag he brought the food in. Namjoon drops it in the little bin by the door and prays the cleaning crew don't look too close at it when they come by to collect trash next. Seokjin and Yoongi do most of the cleaning because his legs are still jello and he keeps clenching his ass when he feels come drip out. His underwear were going to need to be burnt. They'd been through too much. Yoongi fixes his hair since the sweat has dried and he strips off the sweater, giving it back before he shifts to sit on the desk. They dress him back in his new sweater and Seokjin takes too many pictures but the hybrid seems content to be warm and sleepy.
They do talk when they get back home, about limits and if Namjoon really is ok with a practical test of his fantasies. Sometimes things sound great in theory but then in practice aren't that great. Seokjin tells the story of his failed food play incident in college. Mostly their sex stays the same, comfortingly vanilla, but now Namjoon bottoms every so often.
And now there's a spot on the calendar marking Yoongi's next heat with several milk themed stickers on it because it hangs in the kitchen and they're kinky but they don't need Jungkook knowing just how kinky when he comes over to mooch food.