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Matthew’s had sex with Jiwoong. He’s had sex with Taerae. He’s just minding his own business, drinking a protein shake after a light workout session, when he’s enlightened by the idea that Jiwoong and Taerae should have sex with each other.
Maybe it’s Ricky and Gyuvin bickering loudly in the living room behind him. He needs to think of something to tune them out, so he lets his mind wander as he pokes his head inside their fridge. He sees the rolled eggs his grandma sent him sitting on a shelf, which reminds him they’re running out of eggs, and that when he went grocery shopping with their manager a couple of weeks ago people were screaming and crying because there were no eggs anywhere in Seoul due to some sort of bird flu. But Jiwoong and Taerae filmed a cooking vlog yesterday in the downstairs dorm, and Matthew distinctly remembers they had egg dishes, because he was invited to taste their food and choose which one he liked best.
They both stared at him with eager, fiery eyes as he ate a mouthful of Jiwoong’s bibimbap and Taerae’s kimchi jjigae. Tried to bribe him too; Jiwoong said he’d buy Matthew new clothes while Taerae offered to do his house chores. Matthew had laughed, and in the end just said I can’t choose, I like both!, so they got Yujin to decide instead.
Thinking back on it, Matthew remembers watching them cook in the dorm kitchen. The way they moved around each other was easy, uncomplicated, and when they bumped into each other it was intentional, Jiwoong sending Taerae a lopsided grin and Taerae smiling at him with teeth and dimples. Their hands lingered when they handed each other ingredients and tools, and at some point Jiwoong had stood behind Taerae, guiding him on how to chop green onions. Matthew was sure Taerae would elbow Jiwoong away and say he didn’t need help, but he hadn’t. Instead he leaned back into Jiwoong’s chest for a second, eyes fluttering shut when Jiwoong placed his hands on his waist.
It was a tense, loaded moment. Matthew hoped it wouldn’t make it into the video for Jiwoong and Taerae’s sake, and almost as strongly hoped it would, so he could tease them about it for the next ten years.
All of that makes Matthew realize there’s always been a sort of sexual tension between Jiwoong and Taerae, ever since the group was formed, maybe even during Boys Planet. Back then Matthew was too preoccupied with his own chance at debuting to care about anything else, but it’s been six months since July 10th now. They just wrapped up promotions for their first comeback, and the company gave them a couple of days to rest before they start preparations for their second comeback. So now’s as good a time as any.
They’re not exclusive, any of them, save maybe Hanbin and Hao and their weird obsession with each other. Except Matthew is pretty sure that if he really wanted to, if he batted his eyelashes and smiled brightly enough, he could convince them to let him join in on their fun at least once. Maybe he’ll try that some other time, though, because right now the task at hand is this:
Convince Taerae he should have sex with Jiwoong.
It would be easier to convince Jiwoong. Matthew’s seen the way he looks at Taerae, interested and fond and hungry. Jiwoong is a lover of pretty things. There’s no denying Taerae is very pretty.
He is also, however, a stubborn little bitch.
“Think about it, Taerae-yah,” Matthew says for the fifth time. Maybe tenth. He’s lost count. He adds a pout for good measure; Taerae likes to pretend he’s unaffected, that he doesn’t fall for Matthew’s whining as much as the hyungs, but everybody knows that’s just an act. “Don’t you want to have sex with Jiwoon-hyung? He’s pretty good at it.”
“So I’ve heard,” Taerae says icily, not looking away from the game he’s playing on his Nintendo Switch.
“I think you’d both benefit from it,” Matthew stretches on Taerae’s bed and rubs his cheek against Taerae’s sweatpants. It’s a statement to how used to this Taerae is that he doesn’t even try to push Matthew away anymore.
Instead he drops one hand to Matthew’s now fading pink hair, the annoying, repetitive music from his game the only sound in the room before he asks, “Why me, though?”
“Because you’d be good together,” is Matthew’s immediate reply. “Because you two are my favorite.”
Taerae raises a surprised eyebrow.
“What about Hanbin-hyung?”
Matthew scoffs, waving a dismissive hand. “He’s in a different category.”
“And what category would that be?”
“Brother.”
Taerae is quiet for a moment, curiously gazing at Matthew like he’s trying to figure him out. Matthew doesn’t know why he bothers; there’s nothing to figure out. Matthew is an open book with him.
“What about Gunwookie?”
“Dongsaeng.”
“Hao-hyung?”
“Friend.”
“Me?”
Matthew smiles up at him, reaching to grab the hand that’s still in his hair. He smacks a loud kiss against the back of Taerae’s hand, and watches in delight as he says “Yah!” and the tips of his ears go pink.
“More than that.”
Taerae’s gaze turns sharp, suddenly serious. He bites his lip. “Jiwoong-hyung?”
“The same.”
He laces his fingers with Taerae and uses his other hand to tug him down. Taerae goes willingly, lying on his side and staring at Matthew. The warmth radiating off his body is cozy and lovely; Matthew would have burrowed into him and fallen asleep in two seconds if he wasn’t on a mission.
“Let’s say I want to have sex with Jiwoong-hyung,” Taerae begins, all rational and business-like.
Matthew, who’s all feeling, grins and winks at him. “You do,” he says. “I know you do.”
“Let’s say I do,” Taerae insists. Plausible deniability, he’d told Matthew once, when they started sleeping together. Matthew still doesn’t get it, not really. “What makes you think he would want to have sex with me?”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
A sigh. “Matthew-yah, it’s—it’s not that simple.”
“It really is, though,” he frowns, a little frustrated now. Why does Taerae like to complicate simple things? Why is he always thinking so much?
“Maybe for you,” Taerae jabs, rolling his eyes, but there’s no meanness to his tone, only resignation. “You can literally knock on his door right now and ask him to fuck you and he’d do it. He’s done it.”
“You could do the same!”
“No. I need a plan.”
“Okay, here’s a plan,” Matthew says. “I knock on his door right now and ask him to fuck you.”
“He would do anything you asked,” Taerae shakes his head. “You could ask him to eat shit and I’m almost positive he’d do it.”
“Bro, what’s your point?”
“I’m trying to tell you Jiwoong-hyung would only fuck me because you’re asking,” he scoffs. At this point Matthew knows him well enough to know there’s a hint of sadness behind the I-don’t-care attitude. “Not because he wants me.”
Matthew is speechless.
“You—you think Jiwoon-hyung doesn’t want you?” When Taerae doesn’t answer, he sits up in bed, straddles Taerae’s lap, and holds him by the shoulders. “Taerae-yah, you’re hot as fuck. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re nice,” at Taerae’s deadpan stare, Matthew chuckles. “Okay, you’re actually kinda mean sometimes, but we like who you are. Hao-hyung says you guys are the same person all the time, Ricky is practically glued to you these days, yesterday Yujinnie said you’re the coolest, most handsome, best singer in Korea. Verbatim. We all love you.”
“I’m not saying you guys don’t love me,” Taerae rolls his eyes, but Matthew can see the pleased blush on his cheeks. “But loving and wanting are different things.”
Matthew throws his hands up in the air. “Fine,” he says, getting his phone from his hoodie pocket. “You don’t believe me? You will.”
Taerae frowns. “What are you doing?”
Matthew opens his mouth to reply, but just then, Jiwoong picks up the phone. He puts the call on speaker.
“Yes, baby?” he asks in English, voice low and fond, and Matthew is so endeared he can do nothing but grin.
“Hyung, what do you think of Taerae?”
Taerae, looking mortified, tries to sit up and grab Matthew’s phone out of his hand. Matthew holds it out of his reach, and they struggle for a while until Jiwoong replies.
“Taerae? He’s cute. I like his singing, too.”
Taerae is making throat cutting motions with his index finger. Matthew grins at him.
“Would you have sex with him?”
“Suddenly?” Jiwoong laughs, loud and delighted. Taerae looks like he wants to either die or kill Matthew. Maybe both. But Jiwoong keeps talking, and there’s no hesitation at all in his voice when he says, “Yeah, I totally would.”
“Awesome, thanks,” Matthew says in English, then hangs up the phone. “See? He wants to have sex with you. And you want to have sex with him, too. And I think that’s a great idea. What do you say?”
Taerae looks at him with narrowed eyes for a second while Matthew gives him his most winning grin, the one that’s never failed to get him anything he wants.
It doesn’t fail him this time, either.
“Fine,” Taerae says, heaving a deep, long-suffering sigh.
“Okay?” Matthew grabs his arms and shakes them a little. Taerae nods, and grins back, and Matthew excitedly kisses both his dimples. “Okay!!”
Taerae pushes him off, grabbing his Switch from where he’d abandoned it on his bedside table. But Matthew is having none of that; he gets up and tugs Taerae out of bed.
“What, Matthew-yah, you want me to fuck him, like—right now?”
“There’s no time like the present,” he says seriously.
Taerae cackles, his whole body vibrating against Matthew’s. It wasn’t even that funny, but Taerae still looks at him like Matthew is the king of comedy. They all do that sometimes, laugh when he says the most mundane things, when he’s not trying to be funny at all, their eyes shining with pure, unadulterated fondness. He doesn’t get it, but he won’t question their love; he thrives under their attention, and his favorite place to be is basking in the glow of his members’ affection.
With Yujin at school and Hao and Gunwook in the dorm upstairs to bother Hanbin and Gyuvin, respectively, the three of them are alone in the apartment. So Matthew doesn’t even bother knocking, just barges right into Jiwoong’s room, dragging Taerae behind him with fingers around his wrist.
“Jiwoon-hyung!” he says cheerfully, as Jiwoong startles and looks up from his book to stare at them. He’s wearing his glasses, which makes him look dorky and adorable. “We’re here!”
Jiwoong nods slowly. “Hi,” he says. “Good morning, cuties.”
Jiwoong is so cheesy. Matthew likes to tease him for being cringe, but he can’t deny Jiwoong’s earnestness makes it work. His heart flutters, and he can see Taerae’s ears going red, too.
“You said you’d have sex him, and Taerae wants to have sex with you too. So here you go!”
He all but shoves Taerae onto the bed, where he falls with an oof! on top of Jiwoong. Jiwoong abandons his book as his hands fly to Taerae’s waist to steady him, reliable and caring even in his surprise.
Taerae glares daggers at Matthew. “Fuck you, Seok Matthew.”
Matthew gives him a peace sign.
Jiwoong’s eyes are boring into Taerae. His thumbs caress Taerae’s waist slowly, carefully, reverently.
“You really want this, Taerae-yah?” he asks. His eyes are wide behind his glasses.
“Yeah, hyung,” Taerae licks his lips. “Do you?”
Jiwoong smiles.
“More than anything, my little star. Come here.”
Taerae goes. He sits on Jiwoong’s lap properly and slots their mouths together.
Matthew would laugh. It usually takes him ages to get Taerae to kiss him, to break through his stubborn front. Taerae is careful with his touches and he doesn’t always like to be touched either when they start, forever in a mood, forever in his head. It’s a few minutes before he’s warmed up, riled up enough by Matthew’s provocations to finally give in to what they both want, but with Jiwoong he seems almost hungry, his hands everywhere, touching, pulling, pushing.
Matthew would laugh, but he doesn’t, because the sight in front of him is amazing. Jiwoong slides his tongue inside Taerae’s mouth, licking over his teeth, and Taerae makes muffled, satisfied sounds as he moves his ass in tiny circles on Jiwoong’s lap. Jiwoong moans low in his throat. Matthew feels warm under his collar, the heat of arousal pooling in his lower belly. He can’t control his mouth as he says, “Damn, you guys look hot.”
They both laugh into their kiss. Matthew smiles at them, satisfied with his work, then turns around to leave.
Until he hears, “Wait, where are you going?”
He turns back to find the two of them staring at him. Jiwoong’s lips are red and wet. Taerae’s hair is all over the place. But they’re both frowning at thim, and Matthew frowns right back, tilting his head to the side.
“I’m going to leave you guys alone so you can have sex. Obviously.”
Jiwoong and Taerae share a quick, confused look before turning to him again.
“I thought you were joining us,” Taerae says. Jiwoong nods next to him.
Oh.
Ohhhh.
“I was honestly just trying to matchmake you guys,” he says, which is the truth. All he ever wanted was for them to have a good time with each other, he had never put himself in the picture at all. But now that the idea is in his head, he can’t stop thinking about it. “But I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to staying. If you guys don’t mind.”
“We’re literally asking you to stay, silly,” says Jiwoong, smiling softly.
“Cool. Awesome!” Matthew says in English. He’s all giddy now, excitement bubbling in his chest. “But I want to watch you guys first. Have some fun without me.”
“Hmmm, whatever you say,” Jiwoong chuckles. He noses under Taerae’s jaw, biting the skin then licking at it. “Taerae-yah, you know you’re very sexy, right? I’ve wanted you in my bed for so long.”
“Yeah?” Taerae asks, breathless. His eyes glint with amusement and desire. “Prove it, then.”
Jiwoong kisses him again, harder and deeper. Taerae puts a hand on Jiwoong’s hair and tugs, making him moan.
Matthew stares at them unblinkingly. He doesn’t want to miss a single moment, but the back of his knees are starting to hurt. Yujin’s bed is across from Jiwong's, but he refuses to sit on the baby’s bed, and there isn’t a single chair in this room. So he quickly goes to the kitchen to grab one.
When he comes back, Jiwoong is lying shirtless on the bed, Taerae kissing down his chest.
Watching them is fascinating. Matthew and Jiwoong both like to just go at it, excited to touch and explore and feel, but Taerae is much too rational for that. It’s hard for him to fully let go and enjoy himself, and not being in control makes him panic.
Jiwoong seems to get that. He lets Taerae be on top of him, lets him set the pace. He’s happy to surrender power to the younger ones in any situation, and this is no different; Taerae sucks on his nipples and he gasps, Taerae licks around his belly button and he shivers, Taerae pinches his side and he hums blissfully.
He runs a hand through Taerae’s hair. “Beautiful,” he says, voice full of adoration.
Matthew’s never seen Taerae so red before. If Matthew said that to him, he would get a slap in the chest and be told to shut up.
Jiwoong gets a kiss and a “Hyung, can I suck you off?”
Jiwoong’s eyes go wide and he nods enthusiastically, unguarded and eager. “Yes, yes. You can do whatever you want to hyung, Taerae-yah.”
Taerae laughs, sitting back on his heels and raising an amused eyebrow.
“Take off your pants.”
Jiwoong gets up and, in his haste to get rid of his clothes, ends up tripping over his own feet and falling on his butt. He laughs, embarrassed, as Taerae says, “Yah, are you that uncool?”
As Jiwoong is about to take off his glasses, both Matthew and Taerae stop him.
“Leave them on,” they say at the same time.
Jiwoong looks between them, a stupid grin on his face. “Whatever you want,” he repeats, then gets back on the bed and kisses Taerae.
He shifts until he’s lying down, Taerae on top of him again. They keep kissing as Taerae grabs Jiwoong’s half-hard cock and strokes him to full hardness, Jiwoong moaning and groaning into Taerae’s mouth.
Taerae’s fingers are long, calloused from playing the guitar. Matthew scoots to the edge of his chair and grips it as he watches those fingers close around Jiwoong’s red, leaking cock. The heat in his belly spreads down and up, all over his body; he touches the back of his hand to his face and it feels feverish.
When he deems Jiwoong ready, Taerae has no finesse; he goes straight for it.
“Ah, ah!” Jiwoong shouts, howling as Taerae takes the head of his cock in his mouth. “Taerae-yah, so good.”
“You guys are hot together,” Matthew says, fascinated. He might be panting a little. “Taerae-yah, Jiwoon-hyung really likes it if you drool on him a little when you give him a blowjob. Like, he really likes it.”
Jiwoong makes a sound that’s half laugh, half sob. “Why are you revealing all my embarrassing secrets, Matthew-yah?”
“Having a kink is not embarrassing, hyung,” Matthew says seriously. “Own it.”
“It’s not a kink, it’s more like—” but whatever he was about to say gets lost in a loud gasp as Taerae licks a stripe from base to tip, his hands gripping Taerae’s hair.
Matthew watches as Jiwoong’s veiny cock disappears inside Taerae’s mouth little by little. He licks and sucks messily, trying to take him deeper, and actually follows Matthew’s advice, drooling and spitting all over Jiwoong’s dick. Jiwoong grunts deep and low, hips flying off the bed to thrust into Taerae’s mouth.
Matthew palms himself through his shorts, feeling his own growing erection.
The sloppier Taerae gets, the more Jiwoong seems to enjoy it. He gets loud and desperate, pulling Taerae’s hair and fucking his mouth with abandon. It helps that Taerae doesn’t seem to have a gag reflex. Matthew would not be allowed to do that to him.
Jiwoong, ever attentive, reaches Taerae’s crotch with his foot, pressing his heel against Taerae’s clothed dick. Taerae moans around him, and Jiwoong goes absolutely crazy.
After a few minutes, Taerae pushes Jiwoong’s hips down and lets his cock fall from his mouth. It bounces against Jiwoong’s stomach, all wet.
“Not good, hyung?” Taerae sounds and looks wrecked. There’s drool dripping down his chin, his hair is a mess, he’s blushing down the back of his neck. He looks gorgeous. Except he’s frowning, frustrated.
“You’re doing amazing, my little star,” Jiwoong says, thumb sinking into Taerae’s dimple. “But you won’t make hyung come from a blowjob.”
“Yeah, he never comes from blowjobs, I once spent like one hour blowing him and nothing,” Matthew adds.
“Is that a challenge?” Taerae asks, narrowing his eyes.
Matthew laughs. Typical Taerae, treating sex like it’s something he has to prove he’s good at, like it’s a competition. He goes back to Jiwoong’s cock with newfound determination, but after only a couple of licks, Jiwoong pulls him off again.
“Hey, beautiful. Can I fuck your thighs?”
Taerae sucks in a breath. “I really want to make you come like this, hyung,” he says, voice hoarse. “I know I can do it.”
“Maybe some other time,” Jiwoong places a reassuring hand on Taerae’s neck, squeezing just a little. “I love what you’re doing, but I want to try something different now. What do you say?”
Taerae’s frown deepens. He looks like he’s about to argue, launch into a ten-minute lecture about why he should be able to prove he can make Jiwoong come by giving him head, so Matthew quickly gets up from his chair and joins them on the bed, slotting behind Taerae. It’s a tight fit with the three of them, but they make do.
“Taerae-yah,” he says, kissing his ear and putting a hand on his waist, under the shirt Taerae still has on to touch hot skin. “You’re amazing. You’re so good.”
“Shut up,” Taerae instantly barks, which makes Jiwoong laugh.
“I thought you wanted to make Jiwoon-hyung come? What does it matter how you do it, as long as you do it.”
“Of course it matters, I—” Matthew palms him through his sweatpants, and Taerae shivers, words getting lost on a choked off groan. To Jiwoong he nods, then releases Taerae into his arms when Jiwoong tugs him closer.
Jiwoong kisses Taerae slow and careful, only stopping to take off his clothes and lay him down on the mattress. Matthew moves to the foot of the bed to make room for them, keeping his back flat against the wall as he watches Jiwoong coax moans and grunts out of Taerae.
Jiwoong kisses down Taerae’s chest. Matthew snaps out of his horniness-induced daze to instruct, “Hyung, don’t lick or bite his nipples, he doesn’t like that.”
“You can touch, though,” Taerae says, breathless.
Jiwoong hums. He leaves a kiss smack against Taerae’s rib cage, right where his heart is. He touches his nipples and gets a leg between them, grinding it against Taerae’s hard cock.
He briefly leaves Taerae to get the bottle of lube from the bedside table, then joins him on the bed again. He spreads a good amount of lube directly on Taerae’s inner thighs. Taerae makes a face at the cold, gooey substance and Jiwoong smiles sweetly at him, kissing his dimple.
It’s so tender and sweet. Taerae smiles back at him, cupping Jiwoong’s face for a kiss.
“Fuck,” Matthew lets out. The sight of them all intertwined and lovely has him finally reaching a hand inside his pants to grip his hard cock tightly.
Jiwoong and Taerae both turn to him.
“Come here, baby,” Jiwoong says, holding out his hand. His smile is soft, his eyes alight with fondness, and Taerae is the same; he looks at Matthew like Matthew is his whole world.
Matthew takes off his clothes as fast as he can, takes Jiwoong’s lube-coated hand and lets himself be pulled closer.
“You guys are so hot together.”
“You’ve said that like three times already,” Taerae rolls his eyes, but he smiles into it when Matthew pulls him in for a kiss.
“Because it’s true.”
“Help me?” Jiwoong asks, handing Matthew the bottle of lube. His eyes are wide and his pupils blown, and Matthew sees his cock twitch as he happily spreads more lube on Taerae’s thighs.
“Yah, I think that’s enough,” Taerae says, pushing Matthew’s hands away. He gets on his hands and knees. “I’m ready.”
Jiwoong, his mouth open and staring at Taerae with stars in his eyes, lines up behind him. He spreads kisses all over Taerae’s back, which has Taerae giggling and saying he’s ticklish.
“Hm,” Jiwoong blows right between Taerae’s asscheeks. Taerae shudders, dropping his arms and his head to the mattress. “Here I go.”
Jiwoong thrusts his cock between Taerae’s thighs. He whimpers, the sound low in his throat, then pulls back out and in again. Matthew twists on the bed to watch as Jiwoong’s cock disappears and reappears from between Taerae’s thighs.
“Hyung, that’s amazing,” he says, mouth open in awe. Before he can stop himself, he’s moving to press Taerae’s legs closer together, to make it tighter and hotter for Jiwoong.
“Fuck, Taerae-yah, you’re so—wet and—good, it’s perfect,” Jiwoong babbles, closing his eyes and getting lost in the feeling.
Taerae seems to be enjoying it too. When Jiwoong thrusts at a certain angle, his cock brushes against Taerae’s balls, and he moans quietly.
Matthew lets go of Taerae’s legs so he can briefly press the back of his hand against his cock. Taerae’s whole body shivers as Matthew runs a finger up and down his length.
“You like that?” he asks, half to tease him and half because he genuinely wants to know. He’s barely touching Taerae, yet he’s a mess, leaking and red and beautiful.
“You know the answer t-to that,” Taerae says, crying out as both Matthew’s finger and Jiwoong’s cock brush against him.
Matthew clicks his tongue. “That’s not an answer,” he lightly slaps Taerae’s dick, which makes him jolt so violently Jiwoong is dislodged from behind him.
“Oof,” Jiwoong says. His glasses are slipping down his sweaty nose, yet he looks beautiful, ethereal. He beams at them. “My cute little dongsaengs are having fun.”
Matthew gives him a thumbs up and leaves them to position themselves again, going back to where he was by the foot of the bed. He touches himself as he watches them, lazy and slow, just enjoying the feeling.
Until Taerae raises his head and comes face to face with Matthew’s erection.
“Now I have to do something about it,” he says, rolling his eyes like he’s annoyed.
Matthew chuckles. “Did I ask you to?”
“Okay, if you’d rather do it yourself—”
“No, wait, Taerae-yah,” he’s quick to backtrack. “Please give me a hand.”
Taerae makes a show of licking his hand and fisting Matthew’s cock. Taerae’s body is usually a furnace, his hands even more so, and the heat that envelops him is so good Matthews bucks into it, seeking friction.
Jiwoong is staring at them as he continues to fuck Taerae’s thighs. Matthew has the brilliant idea of pulling Taerae up by his arms and kissing him hard, sucking on his tongue the way he likes it, putting on a little show for Jiwoong.
“Yes,” Jiwoong sobs. “Yes.”
Taerae’s grip around his cock slacks, and Matthew pouts into the kiss.
“Taerae-yah, I thought you were better at this.”
Taerae bites his lip, hard, in retaliation. Matthew cheerfully licks the blood off.
“Shut the fuck up, Woohyun-ah,” Taerae says, a feral smirk blooming on his face, back into competitive mode.
To Matthew, sex is a competition where everybody wins, but Taerae doesn’t see it like that. To him, there are winners and losers, and today—
Matthew loses.
It’s just too much, too nice, too good. Taerae’s hand around him is hot and fast, and Jiwoong stares straight into his eyes as he reaches out a hand and Matthew bites his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. Jiwoong presses down on his tongue, getting him open and wet and messy, while he keeps fucking Taerae’s thighs, who says “Hyun-ah”, and the heat pooling in his belly grows and grows until the flames are licking him all over.
He comes with a shout over Taerae’s hand, long strips of thick, white come sticking between his fingers.
Taerae wipes it on Jiwoong’s sheets.
“Oh shit,” Jiwoong sobs, looking at them with eyes wide. “Oh fuck.”
He’s close, Matthew can tell by the way his thrusts have lost rhythm, so he moves over Taerae to kiss Jiwoong and whisper in his ear. “Come, hyung,” he says, and Jiwoong does.
He collapses on top of Taerae, panting like he’s just ran a marathon. Taerae carefully rolls out from under him and crawls to the foot of the bed, pulling Matthew into a hungry kiss. He tries to reach for Taerae’s hard, leaking cock, but his hand gets slapped away.
“I wanna do it myself,” Taerae says. “Just, ugh, can you—”
“Of course,” Matthew answers the unasked question. They’ve done this enough times that he knows exactly what Taerae wants. “Can Jiwoon-hyung do it, too?”
Taerae nods, slowly playing with himself.
Jiwoong raises his head to blink up at them, glasses crooked on his face, still in a daze. “Hm? Do what?”
“Help me finger him, hyung.”
That wakes Jiwoong up. He sits up quickly, making grabby hands at the bottle of lube Matthew fishes out from under the pillow.
They get their hands wet with lube again, and Matthew starts by fucking one finger inside Taerae. Jiwoong adds another.
“You’re not that tight,” Jiwoong comments, narrowing his eyes at them in suspicion.
“We had some fun last night,” Matthew giggles. Taerae groans and weakly kicks him in the ribs.
“Woohyunie had fun,” he says. “I didn’t.”
“You say that now, but last night you came untouched twice,” Matthew says, and delivers his point home by thrusting his middle finger inside Taerae’s warm hole. He scissors his fingers, making them go deeper and deeper, Jiwoong’s finger brushing against his.
Together they find his prostate, press against it once, twice and Taerae comes with a gasp, shooting ribbons of come on his own chest.
“Fuck,” Jiwoong says, jaw on the floor. He’s looking at Taerae like he’s a revelation. “Taerae-yah, you’re—amazing.”
Taerae laughs, dimples on full display. Jiwoong kisses him.
“Did it hurt?” he asks against Taerae’s lips, hand holding his waist and thumb drawing circles on his stomach.
“No, you didn’t hurt me, hyung.”
Jiwoong drops his head on Taerae's shoulder. “It’s impossible to flirt with you,” he sighs. “I was gonna say, did it hurt when you fell from heaven, angel.”
Taerae blushes furiously, slapping Jiwoong’s arm.
“Hyung, never say such cheesy lines again,” he says, but he’s grinning, clearly satisfied.
Matthew is filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
“See, I told you this was a good idea. You should listen to your smart hyung more.”
Taerae stares at him, deadpan, then pretends to yawn. Matthew sticks a finger inside his mouth.
“Yah!” Taerae splutters, indignant, eyes wide. “That finger was just inside my asshole!”
Jiwoong is howling with laughter, rolling on the dirty sheets. Taerae looks murderous. Matthew smiles, satisfied, right where he’s supposed to be.