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“Go to bed, Han-ah.” Chan breaks the silence. His voice has a rough edge to it, dry mouth from heaving his breaths.
“Wha-” Jisung sputters, “We’re not gonna talk about this, hyung?”
“Hannie,” Changbin starts, gentler than Chan. Changbin has a feeling that neither of them want to try to explain what’s going on here. Or maybe Chan feels like he doesn’t have an explanation for it at all.
“Hyungs just had sex in the kitchen.” Jisung protests, “And you want me to go to bed ?”
“We’ll talk about it-”
“Now, hold on, sex is a strong word-”
Chan and Changbin talk at the same time, and cut each other off. Changbin gestures vaguely to let Chan speak.
Chan shakes his head and rubs his temples. “I don’t know why I said we’ll talk. Clearly, this is none of your business anyway.” Chan’s tone is strained. Changbin wonders if he already regrets what’s happened here. He hopes not.
Jisung opens his mouth to reply, but Chan looks so weary that Jisung takes pity on him. As he’s walking away, Changbin thinks he hears him mutter something like: “Sort of becomes my business when you do it in the kitchen, though.”
Chan doesn’t look all that amused. His usually bright face is clouded, and it’s making Changbin worry.
“Hyung,” he says, like he’s going to continue.
“Bin.” Chan replies, and he still can’t even look at him. Regret it is, then. Or maybe shame. A pit opens up in Changbin’s stomach. “Look, I- uh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been irresponsible like that, and now Hannie’s seen way too much and,”
Changbin’s fed up. “ Hyung. ” He’s so tired of Chan denying everything he could ever enjoy because his own fucked up sense of responsibility. “Stop.”
Only now does Chan snap his head up to look into Changbin's eyes.
“Did it feel good?” Changbin asks.
“That doesn’t matter-”
“Hyung, did it feel good?” Changbin presses. He’s stepped back towards Chan.
“Well, y-yeah.”
“Then what’s the problem? I felt good, too. You seemed like you were really enjoying it.” Changbin smirks, just a little.
Chan swats him, face red, but joy returning to his features.
“You need to learn to have fun, Channie-hyung. Let me know if I can help you loosen up again.” Changbin wraps Chan up in his arms, presses a brief kiss into his hair. “Don’t worry about Jisungie. I don’t even think he’ll remember.”
Chan noticeably relaxes in Changbin’s embrace. “Okay,” he says, with a sigh, “okay.”
-
“So why were you humping hyung’s ass the other day?”
They’re sitting quite close on a couch in some green room, waiting to wrap up a variety show taping.
Changbin’s eyes bulge at the question. “W-what?”
Jisung turns to look him in the face, curiously bold. “Why did you grind on Chan-hyung’s ass in the kitchen?”
He has to look around, both because he can’t believe he’s being asked this, but also to make sure no unsuspecting innocent heard it. The room’s empty, and Changbin’s whole life is upside down.
“I’m pretty sure I remember hyung telling you it was none of your business.” Changbin counters, floundering for composure.
“Oh please , hyung,” Jisung grouses. “Everything is everyone’s business. If you don’t tell me, then I’ll just go to Chan-hyung about it.”
“And what makes you think that he would be the one to tell you?” Changbin, as always, cannot parse Jisung’s logic for shit.
Unbelievably, like the little fiend he is, Jisung takes the opportunity to turn and swing his leg over Changbin’s lap. He twists, and then is situated firmly across Changbin’s thighs. “I don’t know,” Jisung hums, “I can be pretty convincing.”
Changbin tries not to lose focus, but Jisung’s so close. His waist is on display, in some tight number the stylists picked for him. The sight makes Changbin’s hands tingle. He wants to see how close his hands could wrap around him. Would his fingers almost touch?
Jisung brings his hand to Changbin’s shoulder, his gaze searching. Jisung raises his eyebrows and asks, “Can I?”
Changbin’s not even sure what he’s asking for, but he’d let Jisung do anything. He nods.
Jisung uses the leverage of his hand to drag himself closer, till his ass is almost flush with Changbin’s hips. Changbin has to breathe through his nose slowly, he doesn't want to get hard under him so quickly.
They just stare at each other for a moment, and Changbin knows he must look bewildered, because Jisung coos at him. He rests a few fingers on Changbin’s jaw, tilts his head up. Jisung’s eyes are blinking rapidly, and go half-lidded after a few beats.
“I think I already know.” Jisung says. “You’ve been dancing so strong lately, huh hyung?”
The tone Jisung’s put on is teasing. Changbin can’t help but fall into his trap. “Maybe,” He rasps out, quietly.
“I think Channie-hyung thought about hyung’s dancing. I think he liked it.” Jisung subtly begins to roll his hips, his body moving over Changbin’s lap. He’s so fucked.
“M-maybe.” He says, again. Changbin’s already so warm, heated with Jisung’s words, as well as the prospect of getting caught. This room is so public. Anyone could walk in and see Jisung straddling him. It’s almost suffocating.
Jisung’s smiling, swiveling his hips with more purpose, letting more of his weight sink into Changbin’s pelvis. “You wanna know something, hyung?”
Changbin shouldn’t want to know, shouldn’t be getting hard, shouldn’t be baiting his own breath, shouldn’t-
Jisung leans in close. Opens his mouth and speaks low. “I like it, too.” The fingers on Changbin’s jaw slide up into his hair. “I don’t think it’s fair that only hyung gets to feel it.”
A particularly deep twist in his lap has Jisung’s ass pushing up against Changbin’s cock. He gasps, hunching forward and grabbing onto the only thing he can anchor to: Jisung’s waist. Under his hands, he can feel Jisung’s core tensing, flexing as he writhes on Changbin’s thighs. If the feeling was indescribable, the vision of his thumbs nearly touching over Jisung’s shirt is life-altering. Jisung’s so small.
His dick twitches in his very, very nice, stylist-selected, designer pants. And Changbin snaps back to reality.
“Han-ah,” He breathes, bites his lip in reluctance. “We can’t. I can’t come like this.”
Jisung, somehow even looks more wicked. “So you want me to suck you off?”
“What?” Changbin tenses his grip on Jisung’s torso. “No, well maybe, but not right now.” Changbin laughs, in disbelief over the situation. “I mean we can’t come in these pants, they're like one million won.”
“PD-nim can afford some dry cleaning.” Jisung grins, and punctuates it with a little grind.
Changbin just groans, but Jisung gets the hint. He slips off of Changbin, his dick obvious where it strains at his crotch.
“When’s the next call time? I’m gonna go jerk off in the bathroom.” Jisung doesn’t even wait for an answer, just walks out and leaves Changbin there on the couch.
“Unbelievable,” Changbin mutters to himself, incredulous.
-
It’s a few days later when Chan texts him are you coming home soon?
Changbin’s already almost to the dorm, so he doesn’t bother texting back. It’s strange, not a message Chan would typically send. He gets a master schedule every morning, so he usually knows when and where each of the kids are at any given time. Maybe he was just too lazy to check, but that’s unlike him.
Earlier in the evening, they had a performance at a music show, and Chan hadn’t asked him anything there. Their lives are so regimented that anything out of the ordinary makes Changbin think there’s something more going on. But, he resents overthinking. It’s probably nothing.
Impulsively, he takes the steps up to the dorm two at a time, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He’s got a bit of nervous energy he wants to burn off. That’s all it is.
Changbin punches in the door code, and toes off his shoes in the entryway.
“Hyung?” He calls.
“In here!” Chan’s voice is muffled by a few walls. Changbin figures he’s in his bedroom.
Changbin starts to talk before he’s even in the room, “I got your text, but I was just on the way up so,”
Jisung’s in the bedroom, too. He’s sat in Chan’s desk chair while Chan sits criss-cross on his bed. They’re both dressed casually, but Jisung looks like he rushed through his night routine, his eyeshadow from the day is smudged.
They look like they were waiting for him, not doing something before he showed up. It makes a buzz tickle at Changbin’s spine. He’s nervous, but he can’t figure out why. What’s so strange about it?
“Oh, hey, Hannie. Did I miss something important? I can’t remember either of you telling me about something for tonight?” Changbin starts when neither of them say a thing.
“No, no, Bin,” Chan replies. “You didn’t miss anything.”
Han’s chewing on his thumbnail. “I mean you might .”
Changbin quirks an eyebrow, “Why are you both being weird?”
“Well- um, you could say no, but I- uh, we wanted to-” Chan fumbles through almost a full sentence.
“Oh my god,” Jisung says, in exaggerated English, “Chan-hyung, I can’t take it.” He pulls at the hangnail he’s carved off, then spits it out of his mouth into the far reaches of Chan’s room.
Chan pulls a face, and Changbin rolls his eyes.
“Will you fuck us? Or pick one? Or something?” Jisung presses his mouth into a thin line. “Chan knows about the other day in your lap, and clearly I already know about you creaming your pants between hyung’s cheeks. So we’re both a little on edge.”
Changbin can’t speak for a moment, so overwhelmed by Jisung’s request that his brain has to recalibrate his entire life up to this point. It has been on his mind, he can’t lie. Ever since that night in the kitchen, he’s gotten himself worked up over the thought of dragging his cock out of Chan’s amply stretched hole.
He’s thought about it more than he’d care to admit.
Jisung’s words from the other day have plagued him, too.
“Like, now?” is all Changbin can manage to get out.
“Well,” Jisung’s begun spinning himself in the desk chair, “I’ve already been talking to Channie-hyung,” Changbin can see his sly little smile each time the chair turns to them, “And I think he’s a little needy now.”
Changbin immediately flushes, heat crawling from his cheeks to his chest in a rush. Jisung is still spinning.
Chan sputters, “I-, there’s no pressure, Bin. Really.” Changbin can see his hands are twisting in the bedspread.
But he does look desperate, now that Changbin’s really looking. His ears are red, and his eyes are shiny, just like the night in the kitchen. It’s dim in the room, but he can faintly see Chan’s cock in his sweats.
Out of everyone, Changbin thinks that Chan looks the most different without make-up. His features soften, and his face rounds out. Sure, he’s a knockout all done-up, but there’s something about his unmade hyung that makes his knees weak. Chan looks so young. Chan shoulders so much. Barefaced, at least, he seems more likely to let someone take care of him.
Changbin accepted a long time ago that he feels a little more than deep friendship for these two.
He steps towards the bed, has a few centimeters on Chan since he’s sat down. He raises a hand to brush Chan’s curls out of his face, thumbs at the curve of Chan’s eyebrow. Chan blinks up at him. His heart squeezes in his chest. “I told you I’d take care of you, remember?”
“Yeah, but-” Chan starts.
“But nothin’,” Jisung stops the chair by stomping his feet on the ground. Absurdly, he cracks all his knuckles before climbing behind Chan, wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders. He brings his mouth to Chan’s ear, “Doesn’t hyung want to feel it for real ? Binnie-hyung’s cock, getting so deep you can feel it in your throat. ”
For a moment, Changbin’s head spins.
Jisung’s hands have gravitated downwards, and one’s started to grope Chan’s chest, kneading his pec and rubbing over his nipple.
Chan’s eyes have closed, and his breathing is already labored. He’s got these reedy little half-moans already spilling from his lips.
Changbin’s about as on-board with this as someone could get, his own dick filling in his track pants.
Jisung glances up to meet his gaze, and raises his eyebrows. “Well, is hyung gonna take care of this needy boy?”
Where Jisung has even learned to act like this is beyond Changbin, because he certainly has not taught him to talk this way. Jisung’s too into the internet for his own good. He’s not going to complain, though, when Jisung’s got Chan pilant in two minutes flat.
Why not take advantage of Chan’s walls being brought down for the first time in Changbin’s memory?
“You first, Han-ah.” Changbin bites his own lip. “Kiss him. Need both of you warmed up.”
Jisung pauses his attention, and Chan whines. Jisung’s expression is a little vulnerable, all of a sudden, and it’s the only time Changbin’s seen him unsure since that night.
Changbin cups Jisung’s face, then. “You deserve to feel good, too. Both of you. You think hyung was going to forget about you, Sungie?”
He nods.
Poor Jisung, thinking Changbin was going to just fuck their hyung and leave him to watch. Changbin nods towards Chan, who has since unfolded his legs to flex his toes and wriggle his feet in anticipation.
“Can I kiss you, hyung?” Jisung whispers, voice wavering unexpectedly.
“Yeah, y-yes. Please.” Chan’s fingers unwrap from the duvet to slide under Jisung’s jaw. He turns his head to get close to Jisung over his shoulder and-
Their kiss starts off tentative, just lips coming together between breaths. Soon, Changbin thinks Chan can’t hold back, because he moans long and low before deepening their connection. It sounds so explicit, and looks even worse. Chan is gone gone, and Jisung isn't far behind. Changbin’s feet are tingling; he's so turned on.
Jisung pulls back first, presumably for air, eyes popping open wide and blinking slow. Chan’s rubbing his lips, like he’s trying to impart Jisung’s spit to his mouth permanently. Chan’s lips are so thick that it’s impossible to deny his thoughts about them.
“Jisung-ah, take your clothes off.” Changbin says, and his voice is nearly unrecognizable. “Help hyung, too.” Changbin can’t deny himself, and Chan looks so relaxed, so he gently brings his fingers to Chan’s mouth, pressing at his lips before sliding inside to rub against his tongue.
Jisung’s arms bend to take his shirt instantaneously.
Chan moans loud enough it’s startling. Changbin presses a thumb against the hinge of Chan’s jaw so that he won’t try to suck around them, just let Changbin explore his mouth. He pets his gums, slides against his teeth. There’s drool coming out to wet Changbin’s hand. Changbin is holding onto his sanity up precisely until the moment Chan opens his eyes, and looks right at Changbin with his mouth stuffed full.
Changbin’s knees buckle, and he has to brace his other hand against the bed to stay standing. He hears a bit of a laugh, and turns his head to see Jisung nearly naked, huffing under his breath.
“Yah,” He’s slightly embarrassed. “Help hyung like I asked you, huh?” He pulls his hand away, and Chan sucks on his fingers as they slip out.
Jisung crawls up the bed, and Changbin can’t help but be drawn to his body, how Jisung’s shoulders taper into his thin, thin waist and hips. It makes Changbin’s mouth dry up.
“You heard dwaekki-hyung.” Jisung says, pressing a quick kiss to Chan’s cheek. Chan smiles sweetly at him, and in that moment Changbin remembers what they are to each other. Partners, friends, more. How do you begin to describe how you feel about the people that become your dreams?
Chan and Jisung, especially. He was Chan’s first.
Changbin watches as Jisung strips Chan, quick but not rough, till he’s just in his underwear, too. Changbin’s still fully clothed, gazing down at the two people that mean the most to him, almost bare for him. It makes him lightheaded to think about the trust that permeates the room.
“We’ve got a surprise for you, Bin-hyung.” Jisung situates himself between Chan’s legs, pushing him back against the headboard. Changbin still doesn’t get on the bed. “Right, Channie?”
If Chan notices the lack of honorific, he doesn’t say anything.
“Yeah, yeah.” Chan speaks actual words after a while spent just moaning. “Was hoping you’d say yes, ‘cause Jisungie stretched us out while we were waiting.” He still sounds sticky, almost out of his mind. His cock’s clearly hard.
Changbin has to rub his eyes at that, letting out an unsteady breath. The two of them, in here getting prepped to be fucked, Jisung probably saying some absolute filth as he fingered Chan’s hole. And then they just got dressed, as they clenched around nothing.
It’s so lewd, so hot, so overwhelming that Changbin almost thinks he can’t take it.
“Let hyung see.” Changbin croaks out. “Let hyung see your holes all ready for me.”
Chan hips lift off the bed to rut against Jisung’s thigh.
“Okay, hyung, yeah.” Jisung babbles, getting a little lost as he straddles Chan’s thigh to move his hips in half-tandem with Chan against him. Jisung’s breathing into Chan’s neck as he props himself up on his forearms. They’re so desperate for him they can’t even focus. Changbin’s going to be thinking about this for the rest of his life.
Changbin reaches out, and he doesn’t know what comes over him, but he brings his hand back and smacks the wide part of his palm right up on Jisung’s clothed ass. The noise of it is muffled, but it brings everything to a halt.
Changbin’s about to apologize, about to freak out, but then Jisung just shakes. He shakes right out of his skin as his breath halts and starts.
“Oh god,” Jisung mutters, “Please, please, I-” He bends down even further, burying his head as he arches his back.
It figures that Jisung’s into being spanked. Of course he is.
“You’ll get more after you do what I asked. Don’t either of you want to get fucked?” Changbin tries to sound confident, and he thinks these two can’t tell the difference even though his voice is reedy.
“Bin, please, I want it.” Chan pleads, shoving his thumbs under his waistband as Jisung lifts each leg to take off his own underwear. “Been thinking about it for so long.”
True to their word, their holes are prepped. Jisung’s is easier to see from his position on his hands and knees, wet and open. Chan pulls his legs back and bends his knees so that Changbin can see his hole, too, where it winks right beneath his balls. Jisung must have used a lot of lube, because all the hair around is matted down with it. It makes Changbin’s dick twitch with how hungry he is.
Jisung summons all of his bravado to ludicrously pull his own cheeks apart, resting now on one elbow. “Like what you see?” He says, as if he isn’t presenting his ass to get fucked by his groupmate.
Chan runs one of his hands down Jisung’s back, and pulls at Jisung’s other cheek, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Changbin nearly walks out, he's so hard.
“Look at you both,” Changbin muses, “So open for me. What would the others say, huh? Seeing you both so needy for cock. Especially you, hyung.” He touches Chan’s inner thigh. “All your dongsaengs deserve to see this, right?”
“No, no,” Chan worries at his bottom lip, “Just you, Bin. Just you and our Jisungie.” Changbin can’t discern if he’s ashamed or if he’s just possessive.
“Where’s your lube, hyung?” Changbin asks.
“In the drawer,” Chan gestures vaguely to the left.
“Why don’t you both scoot down to the foot of the bed while I get it.” Changbin rounds the bed, opening the drawer for the bottle, which expectedly is sticky from Jisung using it.
Chan and Jisung shuffle down, but then look at Changbin like they don’t know what to do from there.
Changbin chuckles, just a little, and ruffles both their hair. He leans forward, placing a kiss on each of their foreheads. He spares Jisung a pinch of his nipple, which makes him jolt.
Changbin grabs two of Chan’s smaller pillows and clicks his tongue to get both of their attention. “There’s no way we’re all going to fit on this bed,” He says, “So Chan, I want you to scoot as far down as you can, and bend your knees.”
Chan does, lying flat. “Good,” Changbin slides a pillow under his head, “Good boy.” He taps Chan’s hip to place the other pillow under him there. Then, he lightly grips Chan’s neglected cock. “Look at how hard you are. All for Binnie, yeah?”
Chan breathes, “Yeah,” He exhales on a sigh. He’s got the glassy look back in his eyes.
“Alright, Hannie-yah.” Changbin stands at the foot of the bed. “I need you to get on top. Put your knees by his hips and lean as far down as you can.” Jisung follows directions, sticking his ass out as he does it, spreading his legs to get as close to Chan as he can. Changbin gives him a little slap to his ass for it, then soothes the redness with his hand. Jisung moans high in his throat.
Changbin’s view from where he stands is almost impossible to imagine. He wants to make both of his boys happy, so he has to fuck them both. It’s only reasonable. Chan and Jisung’s stretched out holes are fluttering where they are laid on top of each other, their cocks pressed between them.
Luckily, Chan’s bed is low, giving Changbin the perfect height to reach either of them. He touches their thighs gently now, speaking softly, “Is this alright? Are you both comfortable?”
The sound of spit separating reaches his ears, and only then Changbin realizes they had been kissing as Changbin had been admiring them. He has to grip the base of his cock to stave off coming right then.
Their heads lean to see him, and Jisung nods while Chan says, “Yeah, Bin. We’re ready,” Jisung visibly licks up the shell of Chan’s ear, his voice quivers, “Please.”
Changbin pulls his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock, which looks like it might explode. Rightly so, because Changbin feels the same.
“I’m going to switch between you, okay?” He’s trembling as he guides his cock to Chan’s hole first.
As he slides inside Chan, the room swells with their sounds. Changbin curses, Jisung moans, and Chan gasps. Changbin grabs one side of Chan’s torso to steady himself, and lets the other hand knead at Jisung’s ass.
“O-oh fuck, Bin, oh god,” Chan’s chin is raised, neck bared as he writhes. Jisung doesn’t miss the opportunity to kiss, and bite. Changbin bottoms out, and remembers why this all started in the first place.
Chan wanted to feel him deep, had imagined getting fucked while watching Changbin dance that part of the choreo.
So, Changbin obliges him. He doesn’t pull all the way out, instead uses standing to his advantage as he gives a deep roll of his hips. Changbin watches as Chan digs his painted nails into Jisung’s back.
Chan goes absolutely feral, really, whining and hiccuping, and moaning so high. Changbin continues to grind into him like he had wanted to in the kitchen, feeling Chan’s walls clench and pulse around him. He’s so warm and wet, and tight.
Changbin doesn’t speed up, doesn’t slam their hips together even though he might want to, no, he gives Chan exactly what he wants, deep and slow.
The bedroom is alive with Chan’s desperation, it’s suffocating Changbin in the best way, like he’s getting choked.
Jisung’s started to roll his hips back, seeking Changbin, Changbin’s cock. “Hyung, hyung,” He’s more whiny than Changbin’s ever heard, “It’s not fair , please. Please, fuck me.”
Changbin winds his arm back and spanks him on the thickest part of his ass, reveling in the sound as it reverberates. It shuts Jisung right up.
“From someone who was so willing to share earlier, you’re being awfully greedy. Your hyung wants this cock, too.” He smacks him again, and Jisung can’t hold in how wrecked he is. “You’ll take what hyung gives you.”
But, typically, Jisung’s not going to give up the ghost.
Chan is still worshiping Changbin’s cock with his words and noises, but Jisung cuts through it, sticks his fingers in Chan’s mouth and demands, “Hyung, fuck me. I’ve waited my turn.” He looks over his shoulder, and Changbin can see the tops of his cheeks are wet. Has he been so desperate he’s been crying?
It shouldn’t turn Changbin on. It shouldn’t, but it does.
He spanks Jisung once more, before pulling out of Chan, who sighs brokenly. He has to strain to get the same angle in Jisung’s hole, but the head of his cock catches in Jisung’s rim and he’s in a vice immediately. Jisung’s so tight.
Changbin dreamt of this moment, the minute he’d get to wrap his hands around Jisung’s absurdly thin waist and pull him onto his cock. It’s nothing like his fantasies.
It’s better.
Changbin can’t believe he hasn’t come yet. Jisung’s so loud up the bed, Changbin’s grateful this room isn’t attached to any other tenant’s wall. Changbin’s grinding into him, too, but Jisung’s sliding back into it, so their pace is faster than him and Chan’s.
“Feels good, Han-ah? You like your hyung’s cock fucking you?” Changbin says it through his teeth.
“It’s so deep,” Jisung sounds delirious, “Please, make me come, hyung.”
Changbin runs his hand under Jisung, pulls at his dick with no build up. “Not before your hyung.” He replies, takes his hand away, and leans down to enter Chan again.
Jisung’s probably going to cry again from being denied. Changbin thinks he’s probably into that, too, from the way he squirms on top of Chan.
He grinds back into Chan, and pushes down on Jisung’s back, making their cocks glide together. He spanks Jisung again in thanks.
He can feel himself getting wound up more and more, his brain beginning to swim. He knows when he’s going to come because his world narrows down to the connection of his cock and the warmth and wetness.
He takes pity on Jisung, rubbing his fingers against his hole before sliding two in at once, and not very gently.
Chan’s whines are getting higher, his hole is getting tighter, and Changbin wonders if it was everything that Chan had imagined and Jisung had hyped up.
“Can you feel me deep, hyung?” Changbin bites out.
“So deep, Bin. Feels like hyung’s choking on you. Hyung wants to come on your cock. I-I, oh-” Chan hips falter and twitch, his hole is spasming. Changbin looks down to see Chan’s come beginning to coat Jisung’s cock, too.
Changbin can hear their mouths coming together wetly, can hear Jisung’s muffled moans into Chan’s throat.
Changbin pulls out quickly, and replaces his fingers with his cock inside Jisung.
“F-fuck. Binnie-hyung, please,” Jisung can’t form a coherent thought.
Changbin knows to go harder, roll his hips with less finesse. “Hyung’s got you, Jisungie. Why don’t you come, yeah? All over Channie-hyung, too.”
Jisung hips still for a few moments before stuttering uncontrollably, and he’s coming, too. Changbin grips the base of his cock so tight, doesn’t want to come like this but Jisung’s last wish is to kill him, apparently.
Changbin steps back, admires the picture they make, and rests his hand on his own cock.
Chan coughs for a second and then ruins Changbin’s sex life forever, “Come on our holes, Bin.”
It’s not going to take much.
Jisung pipes up, mind apparently clearer. “Yeah, hyung. Make us yours.” They’re both looking at him, mouths red and lips bitten.
Changbin can literally never have sex with anyone else ever again.
He strips his cock for a good fifteen seconds before he knows he’s coming, leans forward to get it all across both of them. He swears he blacks out for a second, because the next thing he knows, he’s laying halfway on top of each of them, as Chan and Jisung’s squished next to each other.
All of their legs are tangled up at the end of the bed.
“Hyung, get off, you’re so heavy.” Jisung whines, at least in his more level-headed tone. As level-headed as Jisung can get.
“Be nice,” Chan mutters, like a mom.
Instead of complying, Changbin chirps obnoxiously, and buries his head in Jisung’s neck to give him little kisses all over.
Jisung swats at him, but he’s laughing his heart-shaped laugh, Changbin doesn’t even have to look to be able to tell.
Chan tangles his fingers between Changbin’s where their hands meet, and squeezes.