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Thunder rumbled over the roof of their dorm and even though Jongin wasn’t on the top floor he felt the vibrations shake his core. He attempted, unsuccessfully, to focus on the tiny streams drenched in pale neon sliding down the tall window of his lonely room. Instead of calming him down it made him wonder why he ever stopped sharing a room. At least, if Chanyeol were still across the small space he inhabited, he could tuck himself close and focus on something else.
Maybe it was the debilitating isolation he’d been dealing with since they had moved into this new dorm. Or maybe Jongin couldn’t handle breaks between releases like he used to. He needed to drown in his work.
Whatever it was, Jongin’s body shuddered beneath his weighted blanket, urging himself to sleep. A clap of thunder interrupted a tiny reverie tugging on his consciousness and he lurched up, throwing the quilt off.
Giving up on the notion of rest, Jongin got out of bed. The air flowing through the vents was biting cold. Despite it being the middle of summer.
Even with his full set of pajamas, he shimmied into the huge hoodie he’d stolen from Chanyeol last winter. Stepping out of his room as another round of angry crackling erupted.
Jongin leapt onto the quietly creaking floor of the hallway, tugging his door shut behind him.
The hall lights were off, pitch darkness refracting against white walls. Jongin waded through utter blackness in silence, weighing his options for comfort. As his eyes adjusted to his bleak surroundings, Jongin assessed each blanched door carefully. Kyungsoo and Minseok’s rooms were empty, collecting dust while they braved their military enlistment. Jongdae’s room had been abandoned when he married earlier in the year. Junmyeon was visiting family. Baekhyun was promoting Delight.
Maybe Jongin should’ve requested time off, too. He’d been itching himself out of his skin while the only other people around the dorm were totally engrossed in their sub-unit project. Jongin absently tugged on the drawstrings of Chanyeol’s hoodie, trying to recall the last time he’d seen Chanyeol or Sehun for longer than a few passing moments. The last time they weren’t together.
An uncomfortable burning coal sank in his empty stomach, boiling its contents.
Jongin missed Yixing the most at times like this.
He didn’t want to see Chanyeol. Or Sehun. Didn’t want to reach out and cling to them when they were obviously so consumed in each other. They barely spared him a glance this morning when he met them in the kitchen. This was how it would be now.
Jongin was all alone in the dorm.
All alone in this stifling thing they called stardom.
He looked at his feet, angled at each other, curling his toes against the frigid tile floor.
The dim image of his battered feet hypnotized him, forcing the memories of every split heel he’d ever faced. A thin sliver of light broke the paralyzing dark as a door creaked open near the stairway. But it wasn’t until a large, warm palm closed over his shoulder that Jongin snapped his face up to see Chanyeol hunched over staring back at him.
“Jonginnie,” Chanyeol said softly while Jongin focused on the rain pelting the roof so hard it nearly muted Chanyeol’s deep voice. “You okay?”
Jongin blinked, eager to force the moisture rising in his ducts down. He felt small, lip quivering as his mouth gaped to formulate a response that never came.
Chanyeol must have noticed, attentive as he was. He cooed, drawing Jongin into his all-encompassing chest. Comforting words were whispered against Jongin’s unwashed hair, but the rain only ramped up overhead, setting a clamp around Jongin’s throat. Rooting him to this stupidly comfortable spot.
The door to Chanyeol’s room squealed open farther, followed by a soft padding of bare feet. Barely audible over the roaring sky. “Hyung,” Sehun whined, “are we done for the…” His voice trailed on his approach, catching Jongin peeking over Chanyeol’s wide shoulder. “What’s wrong, Kim Kai?”
Jongin swallowed the lump in his throat, dousing that coal in his belly in spit. “Nothing,” he croaked. “Nothing’s wrong. Sorry to interrupt your… um, work.”
Attempting to untangle himself from Chanyeol’s embrace was going about as well as trying to sleep, because Chanyeol held firm around his waist. Jongin pulled back just enough to look up at the tallest member of their group, blinking into the light beaming through the staunch darkness, casting shadows on his face. Chanyeol was staring at him with the intensity of someone deconstructing something precious. Eyes dark, lids heavy. Lips parted slightly in the way Jongin had only seen him admiring the things he desired most. Jongin wasn’t one of those things. He wasn’t. Was he?
“We’re done working,” Chanyeol stated..
“Yeah,” Sehun added, much closer than before. “Did the thunder scare you?”
Heat flushed up Jongin’s neck and spread over his already warm cheeks. Sehun was nothing if not bluntly honest. “Y-yeah, um, the thunder woke me up. I was just, um…”
Sehun’s thin fingers curved around Jongin’s upper back. “Coming to get one of us?”
Jongin swallowed, but the lump forming in his throat didn’t move. A fresh wave of heat rippled in his gut, funneling to Jongin’s groin. His sick jealousy was replaced by something more primal. A fiery inferno of desire that reflected in the way Chanyeol stared at him. The way his eyes glazed as they dropped to Jongin’s torso claimed by the fabric of his huge sweater.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Jongin looked away from both men crowding his space at the lifeless artwork hanging on the hallway wall. “I need… help.”
“Nini,” Chanyeol whispered, hot breath brushing over Jongin’s slightly damp neck, “do you need someone to make you feel better?”
Soft, wet lips were the next thing to intrude on Jongin’s personal space. Chanyeol brushed them over Jongin’s exposed neck when the sweater slipped off the edge of his boney shoulder.
Jongin moaned and it sounded so filthy that a fresh layer of flush burned Jongin up. He bunched up the baggy shirt Chanyeol wore with his hands, anchored himself to reality by his grip on the fabric. Chanyeol hummed quietly, pulling Jongin forward by the hips until their groins almost touched. Jongin was embarrassingly hard after months of neglect. How did Chanyeol have the ability to do this to him in a matter of moments? Just a few minutes ago, Jongin was ready to damn both Chanyeol and Sehun and call Yixing in China to help him calm down via phone.
There was no calming down now.
Sehun’s digits brushed over the back of Jongin’s neck, tangling into the strands until he found purchase and ripped Jongin’s head back roughly. “Who do you want to make you feel better?” Sehun’s voice lost all its ordinary pluck. Now, it carried authority the youngest person in this house shouldn’t have. “You want to forget about the storm, don’t you?”
Chanyeol released Jongin to pry Sehun’s fingers out of his scalp. “Go to your room, Sehun. I’ll take care of Nini.” Even though he was admonishing the maknae, Chanyeol’s breath still washed over Jongin’s cheeks. Like he couldn’t stop staring at him. Finally, Jongin had Chanyeol’s attention, but with Sehun there… And Jongin wanted him there, too. It was comforting. Sehun grounded him, while Chanyeol always took him to heights he’d never thought he could reach.
He needed them both right now, while his heart felt like a fissure spilling all of him to collect with puddles in the rain.
“No.” Jongin licked his lips trying to retain some sense of normalcy in his tone. It wasn’t working. His words were laced with the wanton truth of the matter. “Sehun… Stay.” He released Chanyeol, shirt to drag his palms flat, up, over Chanyeol’s muscular shoulders.
Chanyeol stared at his lips, leaning down slightly like he wanted to seize them. “Is that what you want, Jongin?”
Sehun wriggled free of Chanyeol’s grasp and placed a burning hot palm on his back again, drawing smooth circles over knots formed from stress.
“I want you both to make me feel good.”
Chanyeol grunted and dove for Jongin’s lips. The kiss was insistent and needy, sloppy and soaked. Everything Jongin had been missing since the Obsession promotions ended and they were forced to settle back into separate roles in each other’s lives again. Jongin moaned loudly into Chanyeol’s mouth. He missed his hyung, wanted him so bad it turned him into an empty pit.
Chanyeol pushed Jongin back until his body slammed against a door. Those huge hands left his waist and pushed under the fabric of the stolen sweater, touching the smooth skin beneath it.
Jongin clawed at Chanyeol’s bleached hair, tugging on the dark brown roots. Opening his mouth, opening himself to let Chanyeol invade every part of him, body and soul.
The door behind his back opened when Sehun turned the knob and Jongin nearly fell to the floor, but Chanyeol caught him. Looping his hands around Jongin’s skinny thighs to hoist him up into his arms. Jongin wrapped his legs around Chanyeol’s hips instinctively, like they’d done this a thousand times because when they shared a room they had.
“Put him on the bed,” Sehun ordered.
Jongin was too lost in Chanyeol’s touch to open his eyes, but he felt the movement. Felt the plush mattress that smelled like Sehun when Chanyeol set him down carefully, pressing his weight against him. The thick erection in Chanyeol’s sweats became obvious when he ground himself against Jongin, the hardness straining against Jongin’s thigh.
“Yeol,” Jongin breathed and his eyes fluttered open to look up at the object of his affections. The mattress dipped where Sehun settled on the edge next to his head. Jongin was dazed, drunk on the emotions that popped like a champagne bottle in his chest and overflowed around his heart.
He needed this.
He needed them.
His eyes stung when he looked back at Chanyeol, whose fingers hovered over his jaw, caressing the bone carefully. “I’ve been…” The silence was palpable, urging Jongin to finish spilling his feelings. Chanyeol stared expectantly at Jongin’s face while Sehun carded his fingers through Jongin’s greasy scalp. “... really lonely. I missed you… Both.”
Chanyeol buried his nose in the nape of Jongin’s neck. “We’re here, baby.”
“I need you,” Jongin added, though his throat constricted.
Sehun cupped Jongin’s cheek, expression unreadable when Jongin blinked up at him. “We need you, too.”
Jongin breathed heavily, swallowing thickly as a few strands of dirty bangs curtained his vision. “Prove it, then.”
He closed his eyes when Chanyeol tore his clothes away, hesitating to tug the sweater off. Before he knew it, Jongin was bare naked on Sehun’s mussed sheets. Two pairs of hungry eyes washed over his body and the coolness of the air conditioning vanished under their scorching lust. He sat up, tucking his legs under his thighs, and tried to ignore the pre-cum dribbling down the tip of his stupidly hard dick. Waiting for his best friends to take him like he wanted them to.
When neither jumped at the chance, embarrassment started to set in.
It didn’t last long, though, because Chanyeol stripped himself shortly after and climbed back in the bed to join him. He cupped Jongin’s face in those relentlessly warm palms and drew him in for another kiss. Drinking in the gentle touch of Jongin’s mouth like a parched man starving for Jongin’s affection. It was the other way around, though. Wasn’t it?
A wooden drawer scraped, drawing Jongin’s eyes open. To Sehun. Also stark naked and proudly displaying his lean frame. Jongin’s gaze crawled over Sehun’s sculpted abs to his hard cock, pin straight with a slight left curve.
Not as big as Chanyeol’s, because no one was as big as Chanyeol, but intimidating nonetheless.
A cap popped, loud like thunder clapping, and Sehun slathered lube on his fingers. Then on Chanyeol’s waiting hand. Then Chanyeol was leading Jongin down until his chest touched the mattress and hiking his hips into the air. Then his fingers slipped into Jongin’s crack and smoothed down the sensitive skin until he probed Jongin’s entrance curiously.
Sehun settled on his other side and slipped his hand under Jongin, curling tight around Jongin’s dick. Jongin bucked his hips at the stimulation from both ends and whined into the quilt.
“You’re so sensitive. When’s the last time you did anything?” Sehun sputtered through a shocked laugh. “You’ve been neglecting yourself.”
“Last time was with hyung.” Jongin turned his head, cheek pressed flat against the bed, looking at Chanyeol. Who was studying his glutes like they were a work of art. Chanyeol hummed in assent. “Months ago.”
“Tonight you’re going to stretch real wide for hyung again. And for me.” Sehun was smirking, Jongin could hear his mirth. “You’re gonna be sore when I’m done with you.”
Chanyeol stopped his ministrations on Jongin’s hole. The room was completely silent, save for Jongin’s breathing picking up against the material beneath them. What was happening back there? Jongin craned his head to look. Before he could see, Chanyeol plunged his long index finger into Jongin’s hole.
Jongin’s back arched and he almost screamed. There was no time to recover from the shock. Chanyeol worked his finger in and out of Jongin like it was his one duty in life, diligent and true. Jongin writhed against the mattress and reached his arms overhead to grasp the bed frame.
Chanyeol placed a firm hold on Jongin’s hip with his free hand, pressure forcing Jongin prone against the mattress.
Jongin moaned as Sehun took that exact chance to start jerking him off.
“Hyung, I’m gonna—”
Both motions halted. Chanyeol pulled his finger out with Jongin on the edge of an explosive orgasm. The disappointment ricocheted down Jongin’s spine.
Chanyeol’s voice rumbled into the blood rushing to Jongin’s ears. “Bad boy, Nini. You can’t finish until you make us cum.”
Jongin’s eyes stung again as he tried to sit up, but Chanyeol’s firm grip on his hip stopped him. When Chanyeol pushed into him again it was with two fingers. Sehun’s grip tightened around the base of Jongin’s cock to prevent any orgasm from surfacing. Jongin screamed into the blankets, muffling his pleasure, head swimming, while Chanyeol fucked his fingers into him hot and wet and so perfect . This was what Jongin was made for. Not for dancing or singing or anything he did outside of this dorm, but to be a pretty little fucktoy for his hyung and his maknae.
“Such a good boy, Jongin. So pliant.” Chanyeol’s weight pressed over Jongin’s now sweaty back, lips brushing lightly over the shell of Jongin’s ear as he spoke gravelly and low. “You’re mine, Nini.”
Jongin stuttered, unable to formulate a coherent retort when Chanyeol crooked his fingers to press into his prostate. He screamed again, trembling all over. Jongin barely even registered a third finger sliding in or Chanyeol rutting against his thigh and smearing it with pre-cum. “All, ah , hyung’s.”
“Yeol, if you’re not going to actually fuck him then get out of my way,” Sehun snapped. Tense and biting like a live wire. He released Jongin’s cock and Jongin felt an oncoming orgasm he couldn’t prevent. It rushed him like a river, and he whimpered as he spilled onto Sehun’s sheets.
Hot shame boiled over in his stomach, spewing from his cock in rivulets. From his mouth in strained moans.
Chanyeol must have noticed, even if he couldn’t see the milky streams Jongin stained Sehun’s comforter with, because he withdrew his fingers. Jongin was too lost in his bliss to complain, too lost to anticipate what came next.
A harsh slap reverberated throughout the room, pain rippling from Jongin’s ass cheek in the form of Chanyeol’s giant hand.
“A-ah!” Jongin cried, burying his face into the sullied sheets that smelled like Sehun’s aftershave.
Another swift slap bounced off of Jongin’s other cheek, burning in the aftershocks.
“Bad, bad boy,” Chanyeol tutted, voice so low it practically scraped the ground. “You need to be punished.”
Jongin couldn’t control the tears welling in his eyes at this point. The pain and pleasure blended until they were indistinguishable to Jongin. “I’m sorry,” he whined. Weakly. The waves of his orgasm still ebbed into his limbs, making them tremble harshly.
Chanyeol effortlessly slid his searing palm between Jongin’s ass crack and pushed four fingers into his hole. The stretch made him gasp, convulsing slightly as drool oozed down his open mouth. Gasping for breath, searching for anything to grasp in his orgasmic daze.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it tonight, Nini. You’ll have to prove just how sorry you are.” Chanyeol’s languid fingers slid out of Jongin, slapping hard against his already burning ass cheek. “Start with Sehunnie. I wanna watch you do what you do best.”
Jongin’s entire body quaked. The furious want coursing through him was almost enough to push him over the edge again. He’d been chasing this feeling he shared with his two closest members for a long time. Without any further prompting, Jongin licked the drool dribbling down his bottom lip and lifted his head, crawling forward. Where Sehun’s lap awaited him, legs slightly spread. Cock fully erect.
A moan escaped Jongin’s throat filthily, as he swallowed the hard muscle’s tip effortlessly.
It tasted like heaven. The salty, balmy musk that drenched his salivating tongue coaxed another moan as his head bobbed forward, lips stretching over the twitching cock in his mouth. He could feel the heavy flesh touching the walls of his throat, but he dove deeper. Sucked herder, hollowing out his cheeks. Putting on the show his hyung commanded.
Sehun inhaled through his teeth, tangling nimble fingers through Jongin’s hair. Catching the grease in his nails as he scraped at Jongin’s scalp. “Fuck, Kim Kai,” he groaned. Up at the ceiling maybe. Not at Jongin, because his voice sounded too far away. “Yeah, take my cock. You were made for this.”
“Mm,” Jongin moaned. He was made for this. His lips were designed to take cock. His beautiful bronze skin manufactured to be burnished by his hyung’s heavy hand, reminding him of his pain threshold over and over as he spanked him again and again. Every swift motion left him breathless, pleas lost as they hit a blockage in his throat. Every push forward edged him farther and farther down Sehun’s cock until finally, Jongin’s nose brushed the coarse hairs on Sehun’s pelvis.
Then Jongin couldn’t breathe. There was no opening in his mouth wide enough or oxygen to sneak through, his nose clogged with snot as he gagged on his mouthful.
Sehun pulled him as close as he could get, squishing his nose to his pelvic bone. Laughing when Jongin writhed for air, his lungs burning and begging.
Jongin’s vision blurred, unbidden tears clouding them.
If he didn’t find air soon he was gonna…
He was…
A pair of large hands wrapped around Jongin’s thin waist and tugged him off Sehun, freeing his airways again. Jongin coughed, choked on the slobber wetting his lips and chin, drinking in the lust-leaden air circulating through the room like a drowning man.
Chanyeol’s hands slid up, up, up his waist, then dragged slowly down his shoulder blades. “Don’t make him pass out, hunnie.” Thumbs dug into Jongin’s lower back as those large hands splayed over his hips. “You’re too rough.”
When Jongin blinked the tears from his eyes and looked at the maknae, red faced and completely undone, his heart thudded. Something about the pale skin on Sehun’s face turning pink and his dark lashes being dewy with the pleasure Jongin gave him made him want to do it again. His hand crawled up Sehun’s thigh, closing in a tight circle around Sehun’s throbbing erection. “Let me… Let me make you feel good,” he mumbled weakly, taking the cock on his tongue again.
This time, Sehun leaned his torso back, propping himself up on his hands.
Chanyeol kneaded his cheeks, gently pinching and prodding the tips of his thumbs on Jongin’s loosening hole.
Jongin swept Sehun’s pre-cum onto his tongue, swallowing it with the gentlest care, bobbing slowly. Using every gasp and groan Sehun released as fuel to please the beautiful man. It didn’t take long for those tiny breaths to turn into throaty moans, for Sehun to card his hands through Jongin’s hair again, to admonish him carefully, like a thin sheet of ice. So sweet, your tongue’s so soft, your mouth is a perfect little hole. Just for me.
“Oh?” Chanyeol asked. Fuzzy, mixed with the sound of Jongin’s sloppy sucking.
Jongin was so wrapped up in pleasing the maknae he barely registered Chanyeol’s massive cock pushing into him until he bottomed out. As soon as their naked skin slapped against each other with a snap of Chanyeol’s hips, Jongin whipped his head back and cried out into the room. Broken, like a sob.
Just in time for Sehun’s cum to shoot out, all over his open mouth.
“Fuck,” Sehun grunted, another short spurt temporarily blinding Jongin as it plastered up his face. “The sounds he makes—so depraved. He’s a slut, isn’t he hyung?”
But Jongin couldn’t focus on anything except Chanyeol inching into him. Every minuscule motion was dragged out, tiny undulations of his hips sending sparks of electric pleasure up Jongin’s spine. There was nothing he could do about the singing moans climbing in his throat. Chanyeol was an expert with that monster dick of his. With the way he stretched Jongin so perfectly. So wide.
If only he weren’t so inclined to move like a glacier.
“Hyuuung,” Jongin whined, desperately needy. “More… Harder.”
There was no want in Jongin’s breathless voice. It was pure, unadulterated need.
“My slut,” Chanyeol responded to Sehun, laying another swift smack on Jongin’s thigh. “Yeah.” As soon as his grip on Jongin’s hips found purchase, Chanyeol began a brutal pace. Fucking into Jongin so hard and fast that Jongin couldn’t do anything but yelp.
Every groan came out sharp and jarringly cut off with Chanyeol pounding him forward, face squished up against Sehun’s spent lap. “ Ah , ah—hyung—I—ah!”
“Suck Sehun off,” Chanyeol demanded, bordering on his own unraveling. “Make him hard again.”
Jongin complied, mouthing at Sehun’s flaccid member as the younger man whined he couldn’t go again. Something even more determined flared in Jongin, his want to please his hyung by forcing Sehun erect again stronger than any sensibility. He ran his tongue along the soft tissue in languid circles, moaning with every breakneck thrust of Chanyeol’s movement.
The stretch of his hole expanded slightly when Chanyeol’s motion slowed. To slip fingers in alongside his hard dick, slowly opening him up more and more. The tight rim felt loose when his fingers came out, but Jongin couldn’t focus on anything more than his building pleasure regardless.
The room flipped when Chanyeol laid back, hoisting Jongin to lay back against his abdomen, a hand under each knee. Until Jongin sat pretty on Chanyeol’s dick, buried in him halfway, legs spread open to make a feast for Sehun’s eyes.
Sehun’s cock dripped with pre-cum, firm and ready again.
“What’s wrong? I thought you couldn’t go again,” Chanyeol teased. Jongin couldn’t see his mouth, but the smirk that bled through every syllable was distinct. That tone of voice was one Jongin favored, too. “Are you just gonna stare or do you wanna stretch Jongin’s needy hole wide as it can get?”
“Wha—?” Jongin’s hazy brain focused on each and every indecent word. The notion stilled his ragged breath, hitching it in this throat. Stuck.
Everything else stopped alongside his confusion.
Of course Jongin could take Sehun and Chanyeol inside of him, he was designed to stretch like every good dancer, but hearing Chanyeol offer him up made something deep-seeded and obscene stir in him. Something far more vulgar than what they were about to do. Did Jongin want Chanyeol to share him like this? Is that what Chanyeol wanted?
Everything around Jongin spun as Chanyeol turned him around on his lap, without even lifting him off his rigid erection. The motion pulled a soft moan out of Jongin, but Chanyeol was unaffected by the sound. Instead, he stared up at Jongin with a furrowed brow and concern glazing his hungry eyes. “Do you not want that, Nini?”
Jongin didn’t answer, voice lost to his pounding heart.
“Baby,” Chanyeol cooed, wrapping a hand around the back of Jongin’s neck and drawing him down to press gentle kisses up his jaw. The intimacy in this bubble of desire made Jongin’s chest ache for more. He dipped his chin to capture Chanyeol’s lips before they could find his skin again.
The kiss was short and chaste this time, lasting only as long as it took for Chanyeol to raise his other hand up and brush away the cum and sweat and tears and snot from his disheveled visage.
When Chanyeol spoke again, his words were soft like the patter of rain overhead. Muted from the authority he used in the bedroom, barely audible to anyone not directly in front of him. Only for Jongin to hear. “What do you want, Jonginnie? I want to please you. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give you anything.”
Jongin released a whimper, leaning his cheek down against Chanyeol’s and sinking into his heat. This was what Jongin wanted. To be loved, held, cherished in a way only Park Chanyeol ever had. It was something he’d known for a long time, but knew he couldn’t have. Chanyeol had obligations, things that Jongin couldn’t compete with. Family, fans, a lifestyle that demanded his attention when all Jongin wanted was to have all of Chanyeol’s attention to himself.
Which was where Sehun always came in. To pick up the pieces of what Jongin craved and to satisfy them.
Why wasn’t Jongin satisfied?
He needed to be useful, to be filled up. To the brim.
He felt safe enough to try it—to try being split open entirely. Hopefully his heart wouldn’t bleed out of the torn seams.
Slowly, his lashes fluttered open and he found Chanyeol’s gaze right away. Nodding, he spoke muffled, lips pressed soft to Chanyeol’s big earlobe. “I want you both to… fuck me together.”
Sehun must have heard him, because the rustling of sheets behind him was followed up by a pair of balmy lips running up the back of his slick neck. Then, despite the rapid thrum of Jongin’s heart, time seemed to stand still at the pace Sehun began to slide into his loosened hole.
There was a small pinch, a sudden sharp pain, and then stillness and burning. This was the farthest they’d ever gone. No amount of time spent fucking Sehun or Chanyeol had ever resulted in Jongin’s body being pushed to these limits, and Jongin shivered as he adjusted slowly. He wasn’t sure if it took minutes or seconds until everything seemed to cool down, blood flowing normally. The rock hard erection he had when Chanyeol began fucking him had drooped into the flaccid tiny dick he was used to seeing in the mirror every morning.
Even so… his tummy coiled with desire. Fervent and tight.
“Kay,” he muttered against where his mouth was pressed to Chanyeol’s salty shoulder. “I’m ready.”
They both began to move in a leisurely manner, rutting their hard cocks together languorously. Sighing and groaning and, in Chanyeol’s case, growling against the skin of Jongin’s neck.
Jongin wasn’t sure which of the two of them brushed his prostate, but the second contact was made against his inner walls, he cried out in a high-pitched moan. “Yes.” He dropped his forehead against Chanyeol’s chin. “Yes.”
Chanyeol’s lofty palms wrapped around Jongin’s cheeks and drew his head up to lock their gaze. He breathed just as ragged, as undone, as Jongin felt. “I love you so much.”
Jongin’s vision blurred again. He wasn’t sure if it was with a flood of tears and emotion or he was about to black out. “Yeol,” he whined.
“You’re so perfect. I told you that, didn't I? Before we debuted. You’re the only thing I want. The only thing.”
Jongin’s eyes drooped, half-lidded, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Chanyeol. He ran his tongue over his parted lips and Chanyeol’s eyes followed the motion. Behind him, Sehun laid his forehead against the back of Jongin’s head as he used his hole to fuck himself against Chanyeol’s much larger cock. He moaned, writhed, groaned. Nipped at Jongin’s skin.
“I love everything about you, Jongin,” Chanyeol whispered.
There was a throbbing in Jongin’s ass, followed by searing hot liquid filling him up as Sehun grunted and rode a few more pumps through his orgasm inside of Jongin. Then, he pulled out, collapsing on the mattress behind him with a weak sigh.
Chanyeol’s hips stopped undulating, heaving for air.
But Jongin wasn’t ready for Chanyeol to stop. Taking matters into his own hands, he rose up on the twitching cock and then slammed himself back down it. Riding him, rough and heady. It was exhilarating, watching Chanyeol’s expression contort, brow furrowed. In utter and total bliss while Jongin ground himself on Chanyeol’s lap. Me too, Yeol, me—
“—too,” Jongin said, words spilling out of his conscious mind into the magnetic air between them. “Me too. I love—hyung—I love—”
Chanyeol grabbed Jongin’s hipbones and dragged him down one more time, orgasm exploding into him. Sending Jongin right over the edge with him. There was nothing more that Jongin liked than feeling Chanyeol’s cum seep through their connection and soak his crack. Nothing more he wanted than to feel Chanyeol spasm as he came over and over in exhausting spurts of energy inside of him.
Even Jongin's own flaccid dick dribbled a sad pool of cum down into Chanyeol’s belly button.
The room was stagnant, heavy, and smelled like sweat. Chanyeol held all the semen inside Jongin like a human cork while they caught their breath. Even when Chanyeol’s erection was soft, it was thick enough to stop the deluge. After a few minutes of recovery, Chanyeol’s bruising grip on Jongin’s waist lifted him enough to disconnect them.
Jongin expected Chanyeol to let him plummet onto the soft down, but instead he held him there, making deeper bruises on the jutting bone of his pelvis.
“Sehun,” Chanyeol croaked, raspy and drained, “suck out our cum and spit it in Nini’s mouth. He’s thirsty. Aren’t you, Jongin?”
“Yes,” Jongin breathed. “So thirsty.”
The soft, wet, pointed tongue of Sehun probed at his gaping hole quickly. His lips closed around the rim and he sucked, running his tongue around the over walls and dipping them inside. Jongin squirmed, but Chanyeol never missed a beat to catch him before he could flee the sensation on his sensitive hole.
Eventually, Sehun pulled back, leaving him cold and wanting.
When Chanyeol laid him flat on his back he caught his chin, squeezing the sides of his cheeks to pry his jaw open. As if he needed to be convinced. Jongin opened his mouth and even said aaaaah until Sehun spit a mouthful of their blended cum on his soft tongue.
Chanyeol released him and Jongin swallowed gladly.
He opened his mouth and held out his tongue just to prove he had.
When both men assessed and were satisfied, Chanyeol got up and left the room to run Jongin a bath. Leaving it still and quiet once more. There was still rain pelting the window, still wind howling outside, Sehun still breathing heavily after their intense session. Jongin wondered when the shame of their lust would set in for each and every member of their little threesome. For him, it was always the next day. When he awoke sore and bruised and lonely and used. For Sehun, he always knew the shame set in a few days later because he’d weasel his way into Junmyeon-hyung’s room and cry into his sheets. Jongin always heard his whimpering from down the hall, even with his door shut.
More than that, Jongin wondered if Chanyeol ever felt shame at all.
He’d never approached Jongin to speak about the things they did in the deepest trenches of a stormy night. Sometimes Jongin wondered if Chanyeol even cared at all, if everything he said meant anything to him. Like it had to Jongin.
“Hey,” Sehun said. Slicing through the comfortable silence they built.
Jongin turned his head to look at the perfect profile of their maknae. Somehow, despite being younger, he seemed so much older. Wiser. “Hm?”
“Before we found you in the hall, hyung was already on his way to see you,” Sehun admitted. He looked a little sheepish to be saying this. Like this was part of some secret only he shared with their mutual favorite hyung. “Ever since we started working on this album, all he’s been doing is complaining about missing you. That he never gets to see you . It’s annoying.”
“Ah,” Jongin offered quietly. The warmth that formed in his chest upon hearing Chanyeol’s desire to see him fizzled out slowly and some eerie cold eked through instead. Why was Sehun telling him this? Was Sehun jealous? “Okay…”
“The point is—” Sehun turned onto his side and smoothed Jongin’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead. “Chanyeol-hyung is in love with you, Kim Kai. And I know you love him, too. If you want to be together, all you have to do is tell him that yourself.”
Jongin swallowed, nerves crawling up his achy spine. “Mm,” he said, just as Sehun’s door creaked open. Jongin closed his eyes, listening to the padding of Chanyeol’s big feet on the ground, breath hitching again when he was swept up into Chanyeol’s arms and held to his firm chest. The same way Chanyeol picked him up on stage during concerts, but that was all part of some game.
This felt real.
Silence swirled around them when Chanyeol brought him to the bathroom across from his room, where steam already rose into the ceiling from the scalding water in the basin. Foggy, just like Jongin’s sex-addled mind mistaking Chanyeol’s kindness for something more. The hot water felt amazing against his muscles, though, so the second Chanyeol laid him into the tub he sank below it, soaking until he needed to come up for air.
Chanyeol knelt next to the water, soaping up a loofa by the time he surfaced. Looking determined, like he had the day they debuted. When he hugged Jongin close and whispered how excited he was to be breaching fame together with Jongin.
The memory swelled in Jongin until it popped like a balloon and Jongin grabbed Chanyeol’s wrist. “Hyung,” Jongin mumbled. Swallowed. Nervous.
“Yes, Nini?” Chanyeol asked, gazing at him with that undying devotion he’d been wearing for years. How stupid was Jongin to miss that stare? How many people around him had noticed?
“I want to be with you.” Jongin felt wings fluttering in his stomach, around his ribcage, throttling like his heart in his chest. “For real. Just you and me. Just us.”
The way Chanyeol’s eyebrows rose made Jongin’s heart sink. Was this a mistake?
That thought burst, too, when Chanyeol dropped the loofa and wrapped those no-longer lanky, muscly arms around his shoulders and drew him into another tight embrace. The remainder of his bath was filled with giggles, wet kisses, and giddy whispers of finally, finally, you take forever for everything, Kim Jongin.
After Jongin toweled dry, fresh and clean and tension all but gone, he fell into Chanyeol’s arms spread wide for him on his comfy bed. There, in that warm embrace, Jongin knew that he could weather any storm so long as he had Chanyeol by his side. Because his heart always beat louder than any thunder he’d ever heard whenever Chanyeol was around.