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Yugyeom was finally starting to get adjusted to a normal life. He didn’t miss the abuse his body suffered daily, but he did miss the fast cash and independence. He fought back hard at first, with Jinyoung offering to pay for everything. Bam was the opposite, he thrived in it at the beginning, but as the months went by he started to feel worse and worse over the money being spent on him. BamBam ended up finding a job he liked at a cat cafe, and worked every minute he could without overdoing himself. Yugyeom, on the other hand, started back with his dance classes, hoping to one day be good enough to be a choreographer or even a dance instructor. The classes were, of course, paid for by Jinyoung and Yugyeom debated getting a job to pay his own way through, but Jinyoung refused. Yugyeom spent as much time at the studio as BamBam and Jinyoung did at work and Jinyoung knew the boy would overwork himself. Yugyeom also often debated how long it would take for BamBam, and Jinyoung especially, to leave him.

It had been a little over a year since the day they decided to come home with Jinyoung and what was supposed to be a single night quickly turned into a permanent situation. Jinyoung continued to pay the rent for BamBam and Yugyeom’s old apartment until their lease came to an end. When the time finally came, BamBam and Yugyeom were forced to do the one thing they had been putting off, going back to get their stuff. They didn’t have to worry about most things, Jinyoung had bought them clothes, toothbrushes, their favourite shampoos, but they had sentimentals they couldn’t bear to part with. The pair tried to subtly convince Jinyoung to let them go on their own, but either he was oblivious or stubborn because he insisted on tagging along. Neither of them had to say it as they stood outside the door, the key in Yugyeom’s hand, they both knew they were embarrassed for their rich new lover to see what they were living in before. The pair kept quiet as they rummaged through the place, Jinyoung hanging back and not saying much either. While the pair found everything they were looking for, Jinyoung had the time of his life sitting on their old bed looking at photos and other memorabilia from their highschool years. It was pure relief to lock the place back up -both boys holding a box in their arms- and walk away knowing they’d never have to come back to that again.

Yugyeom and BamBam weren’t very intimate during their time as prostitutes, aside from the occasional hand or blow job here and there. Both were always tired and craved something more pure in their personal lives. Besides, their sex life wasn’t all that present beforehand. They shared their first time together in highschool, it was as awkward and clumsy as anyone’s first, but there was definitely something missing. They tried several more times, switching positions and roles until they finally came to the conclusion that maybe they couldn’t be what the other wanted, because they were wanting the exact same thing. So they branched out, and came back to report their experiences to one another and decided that they were, in fact, not compatible that way. It’s the main reason they had never been exclusive before. When speaking about Jinyoung the morning after their first stay BamBam had brought up his caring nature, stating that he was more dominant than either of them. The pair had caught each other’s eye after that, both thinking the same thing: He’s a perfect fit.

BamBam hadn’t wasted much time in proving this theory correct on his part, dying to test the waters on something official rather than a paid night. There was so much they could try now, boundaries that could be pushed, and BamBam wanted it all. Yugyeom pretended he didn’t. He couldn’t do it. Even though he’d spent months pleasing Jinyoung for a paycheck he couldn’t allow himself to be vulnerable in that way. There were many nights when Yugyeom could tell by BamBam’s grin and the glint in his eye what was going to go down and he’d excuse himself to the guest room that Jinyoung let him stay in when he needed space. He’d shove his head into the pillow and pretend he couldn’t hear the noises from across the hall. He wasn’t exactly jealous, but extremely frustrated with himself. It took him a good month to be comfortable kissing Jinyoung even innocently, and he’d managed to have a heated makeout session after seven months that he’d left abruptly during that caused him to let out an embarrassed groan whenever he thought about it. Him and BamBam were the same as they’d always been, sharing kisses in their frequent showers together as they messily jacked one another off. There had been this ever-growing knot of frustration and need pitted in Yugyeom’s stomach for at least a month now and he wanted to tear his hair out because it would be so easy if he’d just let himself give in. A small part of him questioned whether Jinyoung would even want him anymore after such a long wait.

Yugyeom huffed, rolling over onto his back. One of Jinyoung’s shirts was balled into his hand and he held it tightly against his chest. He’d left the main bedroom in a rush after BamBam had suddenly straddled Jinyoung and started making out with him. He swore he heard Jinyoung calling out for him as he left, but he was in too much of a hurry to bother with it. He didn’t cover his ears this time either, letting the sounds echo through the halls make their way into his ears so that the pool of heat in his stomach grew even more. It was self-torture in a way. His free hand toyed with the waistband of his underwear and he arched into his own touch. He let out a groan, shoving Jinyoung’s shirt up to bite down on it as he slipped his hand into his underwear. His head lolled back, Jinyoung’s scent wafting to his nose. It was strong and expensive and so Jinyoung-like that it drove Yugyeom insane. He squirmed around as he quickened the pace of his hand, the other grasping desperately at the pillow under his head. His eyes squeezed shut, he pictured Jinyoung, the way the older touched him, soothed him, teased him. The feel of Jinyoung’s rough hands kneading his thighs as he thrust into him. Yugyeom’s mind went hazy, drool pooled in his mouth and dampened Jinyoung’s shirt. Jinyoung’s soft voice echoed through Yugyeom’s mind, Yugyeom imagining he was here edging him on. His chest heaved, back arching and eyes rolling back as he whimpered around the fabric between his teeth. His body gave out soon after and his back met the sheets again, hands aimlessly searching around him. He managed to grab hold of Jinyoung's shirt and remove it from his mouth. Flipping onto his side, Yugyeom attempted to climb out of bed, but his brain wasn’t connecting with his body and he couldn’t do anything other than lie there helplessly. He bit back a sob, pressing his face against the pillow. A swell of loneliness and embarrassment grew in his chest the longer he laid there, his head still fuzzy and lost. Everything was cloudy as if all ability to move or think properly had been removed leaving an open, empty space for his consciousness to float around in. The wet fabric of the pillow began to irritate him and he whimpered, trying to push it away, but it got caught on the headboard and wouldn’t budge. Yugyeom cried out in frustration at his failed attempt to get comfortable. He jumped at the feeling of warm hands against his back, too focused on shoving the pillow away to notice when Jinyoung rushed in a second ago.

“Hey, calm down. I’ve got you,” Jinyoung’s soothing voice reached Yugyeom’s ears and suddenly Yugyeom’s mind started to click into place and he realized what he’d been searching for.

Yugyeom roughly grabbed at Jinyoung, pulling him closer and burying his face against Jinyoung’s stomach. Jinyoung winced at the awkward angle Yugyeom had put himself into, almost completely balled up, his knees pressed into Jinyoung’s back and his head sitting on Jinyoung’s thigh. He just rubbed circles on the boys back, eyes searching around for any clues as to what had happened. He spotted his own shirt sitting next to the pillows, wrinkled like it had been held. He ran a hand through Yugyeom’s hair, glancing down at the distressed boy and noticed the shirt he was currently wearing had been stained by something that obviously came off of Yugyeom’s hand since the same liquid was still on it. He swallowed harshly as he put together some of what had happened, but was still confused on how it spiralled Yugyeom into this state.

“Gyeom? Can you sit up for me?”

Yugyeom listened without hesitation, leaning up and staring at Jinyoung with wide eyes. He blinked, waiting to be told what to do next, completely relying on Jinyoung to make his decisions for him. Jinyoung’s breath hitched, a frown displaying itself across his face and Yugyeom mirrored it, unsure of how to continue.

“Come on, we’re gonna get you cleaned up, alright?”

Yugyeom nodded, relieved, “Okay.”

Yugyeom wordlessly followed Jinyoung to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Jinyoung started a bath, face stoic as he contemplated how to handle the situation. He undressed the other as the bath filled and helped him climb in, kneeling beside the tub afterwards. Yugyeom sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, eyes shut in contentment as Jinyoung washed him. Jinyoung didn’t speak a word on the situation, honestly not sure if Yugyeom would be able to give him the answers he needed.

“Tilt your head back for me,” Jinyoung ordered softly, pouring water across Yugyeom’s soap lathered hair. By the time he was completely washed, Yugyeom’s expression had morphed into a confused frown. Jinyoung drained the tub and turned around to grab a towel, surprised to see Yugyeom climbing out the tub himself once he turned back around.

“I’ve got it,” Yugyeom refused to meet his eyes, grabbing the towels out of his hands, “Can you just grab me some clothes?”

“Of course,” Jinyoung frowned, concerned about the sudden mood change.

When he re-entered the bathroom Yugyeom had the towel covering his body from view, tightening his hold when Jinyoung glanced at him. Jinyoung left the bathroom, understanding that Yugyeom wanted privacy at the moment, and sat at the bottom of the bed. Yugyeom still didn’t meet his eyes when he walked out, keeping his head down and crawling into bed without a word. Jinyoung hesitated, not sure how to approach the situation.

“You don’t have to stay, it’s okay,” Yugyeom’s muffled voice came from behind the blanket he pulled up and buried his face in.

“Yugyeom,” Jinyoung started, laying a hand on the boy’s thigh.

“Jinyoung, seriously. I’m okay and just want to get some sleep now.”

Not wanting to push and make things worse, Jinyoung unwillingly left Yugyeom’s room. BamBam sat on their shared bed wide awake with a frown.

“Is he okay?”

Jinyoung shrugged, sighing deeply, “He was pretty distraught, clinging onto me and then suddenly his whole demeanour changed and he didn’t wanna look at me.”

Jinyoung sat beside one of his other halves, running a hand through his own hair.

“What exactly happened?”

Jinyoung gulped, “He, uh- I think he slipped into a headspace when getting off and panicked when there was no one to help him out of it.”

BamBam’s frown deepened, nodding in understanding.

“Is that-? Are both of you subs? How did that work?” Jinyoung questioned the younger. Honestly, when he first confessed to the pair that’s what he assumed the dynamic was. He was more certain about Yugyeom than BamBam; however, once settled in BamBam confirmed his suspicion while Jinyoung thought he’d been wrong about Yugyeom. Embarrassed, he’d thought the few times he’d caught Yugyeom slipping had all been part of an act he played for customers since he’d seen little to no signs of Yugyeom being a sub in their year of being together.

“Yeah,” BamBam chewed on his lip in shame, “But Yugyeom’s so much worse than me, almost completely lost when he enters. Me and him never really were like that with one another, it’s the main reason we were never exclusive. I’d say I’m a switch but lean more towards sub, but there’s no way I can properly take care of Yugyeom when he’s like that.”

Jinyoung’s head hurt, too much new information being shoved in there at once. He’d fully accepted Yugyeom as was, but he can’t deny that excitement stirred in his chest at the reveal that he had gotten what he’d originally wanted. The excitement morphed into worry as he imagined how often Yugyeom could’ve slipped into headspace alone and Jinyoung didn’t notice.

Slightly irritated, he snapped, “Why did no one care to let me know? Now he’s fucking putting himself in postions like this, and who even knows if this is the first time?”

BamBam furrowed his eyebrows, offended, “I get you’re frustrated, but don’t take it out on me. It’s not my place to tell you this stuff, if Yugyeom wanted you to know he would’ve told you.”

Jinyoung sighed again, trying to calm his nerves, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. I’ve got no one to be upset with but myself really.”

BamBam sighed as well, more frustrated with the situation than he’d allow himself to show, “We’re all to blame. Yugyeom needs to grow up and talk about his feelings, you need to learn to not let him shut you out, and I need to stop trying to ambush him into things.”

“Ambush him?”

“I keep making things sexual when it’s all three of us hoping he’ll give in, but I need to let him move at his own pace.”

Jinyoung blinked, feeling stupid that he didn’t realize what BamBam was actually trying to achieve all those times he basically ran a flushed Yugyeom out the room.

Jinyoung shook his head, smiling in disbelief, “Did you really think that would work? For God’s sake he blushes when he sees us shirtless.”

“He acts that way around you,” BamBam scoffed, “If you knew what he’s normally like you’d be just as shocked that the horny fucker could go longer than a month. He’s just so shy around you, acting as if he hasn’t had your dick in him more times than he can count.”

Jinyoung pursed his lips, “We need to talk tomorrow, all three of us.”

BamBam nodded in agreement, grinning when Jinyoung pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, “Yeah.”

Yugyeom stayed locked up in his room for most of the next day. He was extremely bored, only his phone and a few books to entertain him, and his stomach had been growling since he’d woken up that morning and was now starting to ache painfully, but in his mind, nothing could be worse than facing Jinyoung after last night. Several times throughout the day he’d hear footsteps approaching and pause outside his door, but to his relief, they’d leave after a few moments. By 4 P.M, Yugyeom just laid on the floor staring at the ceiling. The pain in his stomach had neither grown nor subsided and he began to wonder how stupid he looked starving himself to not face his own boyfriend. A knock at the door had Yugyeom sitting up so quickly his head spun and from what Yugyeom could guess was the lack of food and water, it wouldn’t stop so he laid back down, curled in the fetal position.

“Yugyeom?” BamBam’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, “Jinyoung and I are making dinner, do you want any? I know you haven’t eaten all day.”

Yugyeom groaned aloud, his vision slowly going back to normal and his empty stomach turning at the thought of food. He knew Jinyoung most likely updated BamBam on what had happened last night. BamBam must’ve thought he was such a fucking freak, refusing to have sex with them but jacking off into their boyfriend’s shirt and crying afterwards.

“No,” He managed to groan out, “I’m fine.”

“Yugyeom, come on,” BamBam sighed.

“I’m fine!” Yugyeom snapped, a headache now taking the place of the previous dizziness.

BamBam didn’t respond and after a few minutes of silence, Yugyeom could safely assume he’d left. The next time Yugyeom checked the time it was ten minutes till seven and he felt a swell of embarrassment that he’d managed to hide himself away for the entire day. The three hours between four and seven had been filled with Yugyeom drifting in and out of sleep while still laid on the floor. Truthfully, sleeping was the best way to make the pain go away for a bit. He assumed it’d been at least 24 hours since he’d last eaten and Yugyeom normally ate three to four meals and snacks consistently throughout the day. Yugyeom jumped awake at a loud bang, looking up at the door in shock as another loud bang rang out. The door flew open, Jinyoung stumbling as he lost his footing.

“You hid the spare key? Seriously?”

Yugyeom gulped, Jinyoung stormed over, his eyebrows pulled tightly together and jaw clenched.

“Come on, get up,” Jinyoung huffed, basically lifting the taller man onto his feet. “Kitchen, now. What the fuck is wrong with you? Locking yourself up all day and not having anything to eat or drink?”

Yugyeom fell silent, letting Jinyoung grab hold of him by his upper arm and drag him to the kitchen like a child in trouble. He pushed Yugyeom into an open seat, setting a plate of warm food and a glass of water in front of him soon after.

“You don’t wanna talk to me? Look at me? Fine, but take care of your fucking self.”

Jinyoung stormed out of the room to calm himself down. BamBam stood peeking around the doorway, shuffling his feet. He held Yugyeom’s gaze for a moment, then frowned and left also. The first tear escaped as he took his first bite. He did as Jinyoung said, finishing the whole plate relatively quickly and dunking back the glass of water as well. He stayed put, the tears now dried and his face swollen. He’d really messed up this time, not only would they think he was a freak, but he’d also pissed them off by acting like a child. He stayed put in his seat, hands tucked beneath his thighs as he dragged his feet over the cold tiles on the kitchen floor.

“Yugyeom?”

Yugyeom turned in his seat with wide eyes. Jinyoung seemed much more composed now, his face blank.

He let out a deep breath, “We should talk.”

Yugyeom’s hands trembled. He nodded, attempting to stand on shaking legs. He almost fainted when he spotted BamBam also in the living room, sat in one of the chairs, his face serious as well. Yugyeom trembled so badly he felt he must be visibly vibrating, his stomach tightening and him biting his tongue to keep from throwing up the food he’d just eaten. They were going to break up with him, he knew it. For a moment he considered taking off up the stairs and hiding again, just to postpone the inevitable, but he was already sitting before his mind comprehended it. Jinyoung sat on the couch as well, leaving a good amount of distance between them. Jinyoung sighed deeply, rubbing at his eyes. Yugyeom’s leg bounced anxiously, and BamBam kept switching his gaze between the two of them.

“We really need to talk about what happened last night, and more importantly how we’re going to handle this-” Jinyoung stopped speaking as soon as the first tear slid down Yugyeom’s cheek, a sob following soon after.

“I’m sorry,” Yugyeom managed to get out between hiccups, “I’m so sorry. Please, don’t do this. I’ll fix it, okay? Give me one more chance.”

Jinyoung and BamBam both rushed over mid-plea, tossing confused and concerned looks to one another. Yugyeom’s eyes were screwed shut, hands grasping at Jinyoung and BamBam’s shirts.

“Calm down,” Jinyoung soothed as BamBam forcefully turned Yugyeom’s face towards him.

“Look at me, Gyeom,” He spoke sternly, huffing when Yugyeom shook his head no, “Yugyeom, look at me.”

Slowly, Yugyeom opened his eyes, taking in sharp inhales.

“Thank you,” BamBam smiled, kneeling down to be level with him. “Now keep calm and explain. What are you asking us not to do? What do you think is going on?”

Yugyeom faltered at the question, his body going almost limp as he let out a whimper, resting his head against Jinyoung’s shoulder.

“Yugyeom,” Jinyoung pushed him back some to make eye contact, “Answer the question. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“I thought-” Yugyeom paused, gulping and taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I thought you guys were going to break up with me and that’s why you wanted to talk.”

“Why did you think that?” Jinyoung’s eyebrows furrowed, a hand rubbing circles on Yugyeom’s back.

“Because I’m a fucking weirdo who won’t have sex with you, but last night-” Yugyeom cheeks went red, “And your shirt.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened, his cheeks going pink. He saw his shirt on the bed, but hadn’t realized that was why it was there.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I didn’t know that’s why you had my shirt.”

“It’s not why I had it!” Yugyeom exclaimed, a few stray tears escaping, “It was just there and I-”

“We do need to talk about last night, but not that specifically,” Jinyoung chuckled, brushing Yugyeom’s bangs back. “Why were you upset last night?”

“I was really frustrated with myself,” Yugyeom confessed, “That I was a prostitute and yet I can’t bring myself to have sex with my boyfriend.”

Yugyeom hiccuped between sobs, “I don’t know why I’m so scared. At first I told myself I needed to see that you wanted me for reasons other than sex, but it’s been a year and I still can’t do it.”

“Gyeom, you need to calm down. You’re sending yourself into hysterics,” Jinyoung soothed, keeping a hand firmly pressed to Yugyeom’s back to keep him grounded.

Yugyeom gasped for breath, sputtering as he tried to continue talking, but Jinyoung shushed him. He focused on his breathing until it was back to normal and he could think clearly again.

“It’s okay if you aren’t ready,” Jinyoung finally responded, “but we have to find some other way for you to be able to go into headspace when you need to. You might not want to hear this, but you needed someone there with you last night, you’re gonna drain yourself if you keep doing that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Yugyeom wiped at his eyes, “It was just the- circumstances.”

His cheeks still flushed at the reminder that Jinyoung’s mere scent had been enough to send him spiralling. He was so touch starved.

“It could happen again.”

Yugyeom sighed, rubbing his face, “I know what caused it. It won’t happen again.”

Jinyoung huffed lightly, he started this conversation fully aware of how quickly Yugyeom could switch to anger as a defence, “You’re sure you know what caused it? It wasn’t just something you’d let build up so it happened at an unexpected moment.”

Yugyeom shot a glare at the older, “You were in there. You can figure out what caused me to slip.”

Jinyoung’s eyebrows furrowed for only a moment before his throat went dry. He swallowed roughly at Yugyeom’s words. His shirt had caused Yugyeom to slip into subspace? He clenched his jaw, deterring his mind from wondering what his touch could do to Yugyeom if just his shirt had caused the boy to slip.

Yugyeom had already taken notice of Jinyoung's slight change, eyeing his tense body. Jinyoung let out a breath, clearing his mind of the thoughts.

“I don’t trust that. It can’t be good for you mentally to just hope it doesn’t happen again and try to prevent it. I understand why you’re hesitant to my suggestion because you equate being submissive to being sexual and you aren’t ready for that, but-”

Yugyeom grit his teeth, the rest of Jinyoung’s sentence being drowned out by an annoying ringing in his ears.

“It’s not that I’m not fucking ready, christ!” Yugyeom snapped, “I am ready, and god, I want to so fucking badly, but I’m so scared that you’ll- you’ll-”

Yugyeom trailed off, the rest of his explanation getting caught in his throat as he almost admitted aloud what he refused to believe himself. I’m scared you’ll realize I’m too much. That you don’t want to take care of me, deal with me. That being with just BamBam is easier. That he’s no longer just scared of BamBam being taken from him, that he’s just as terrified of losing Jinyoung.

Yugyeom stood abruptly, but Jinyoung was just as quick, blocking his escape route, “That I’ll what?”

“Nothing,” Yugyeom’s breath was heavy, “Nothing, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Jinyoung could feel him slipping through his fingers, and he threw a panicked glance at BamBam who still sat on the couch. His knees tucked under his chin, he stared at Yugyeom, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Yugyeom took advantage of the quick distraction and shoved past Jinyoung, headed straight back to his room.

“I’m sorry.”

BamBam’s voice made Yugyeom stop dead in his tracks.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t be what you needed. I know you’ve spent years waiting for that place to be filled and now that it has you’re scared to be rejected again. I know you think I’ve abandoned you in this, but I haven’t, I’m here. I’ve made sure he’s just as good for you as he is for me. I trust him, not just with me, but more importantly and harder earned, I trust him to care for you. So let yourself have this, stop being so afraid.”

Yugyeom couldn’t turn to face them again. His head hurt and he just wanted to hide away in his room, so that’s what he did. Each step he took towards his room felt like miles between him and his lovers. Jinyoung collapsed helplessly onto the couch. Sometimes it felt like the other two spoke in code, referencing things he wasn’t around for, and wasn't aware of.

“What was that about?”

BamBam sighed, “I told you I can’t handle him in that state.”

Jinyoung nodded numbly.

“Well obviously I was the first person he trusted to see him like that, and when I told him I can’t handle it- I’ll just never forget the look on his face. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person that’s seen him like that, other than you now, I guess. He’s used to rejection and I’m sure he never thought he’d hear it from me. I tried, I really did, but I can’t play that role. Seeing him just makes me want to slip as well and it’s just a huge mess really.”

“He’s scared I’ll tell him I can’t take care of him and then he’ll just be stuck because he can’t stand to leave us either,” Jinyoung concluded and BamBam nodded in agreement, “But I can. I know I can take care of him, I want to. What should I do?”

BamBam shrugged a bit, “Yugyeom’s stubborn, you’ll have to do the work for him.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened, “Force him into subspace?”

“Force sounds a bit harsh, let's say guide. Go to him and see how things go, don’t do anything that you know for sure will set it off, but let him fall into it if he starts. He needs you right now, his emotions are haywire.”

Jinyoung gulped. BamBam knew Yugyeom best, if he thought this was the best way to fix the situation then Jinyoung has to trust him.

Yugyeom couldn’t cry anymore if he tried. Even worse, now his body ached from the hours he spent napping on the floor. He’s such an idiot, fuck locking himself away. He’d face them tomorrow and pretend so well that they’ll believe he’s gotten over it.

Despite his determination only two seconds ago, Yugyeom tensed at the sound of footsteps outside his bedroom door. He shifted, partially tucking his face into the pillow and staring at the floor. His body ached more when Jinyoung’s socked feet covered the lint he was focused on. A plea sat on his tongue -stay with me. Jinyoung answered his plea without it ever being said, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“You’ve been sulking around here all day, get up.”

Yugyeom turned his head to face him, in shock at the words.

“You need a shower,” Jinyoung explained briefly, standing up and holding out a hand. "And you definitely need to brush your teeth."

Yugyeom scowled in embarrassment, staring at the outstretched hand, but ultimately took it with a sigh, pulling himself out of bed. Yugyeom watched Jinyoung’s clothed back as he turned on the water, his mind flashing back to a year ago when Jinyoung washed his hair for him. His mind was fuzzy then, his body unable to work like it was supposed to and Jinyoung hadn’t complained. He’d looked proud rather, like he’d accomplished a milestone. He wanted to make Jinyoung proud again.

“Are you getting in with me?”

Jinyoung searched across Yugyeom’s face, his lips were downturned and his wide eyes almost puppy-like, pleading.

“Yes,” He decided for them rather than asking if Yugyeom wanted him to.

Yugyeom’s lips twitched, his eyes falling to their natural shape with a glint in them. Jinyoung began removing Yugyeom’s clothes for him, Yugyeom easily complying. Jinyoung has seen Yugyeom's body about a thousand times, and yet he always finds the boy just as beautiful as the first time. Not being sure what Yugyeom's boundaries were at the moment, Jinyoung kept the staring to a minimum. Yugyeom didn't mind, nor follow Jinyoung's lead. Jinyoung could feel Yugyeom's heated stare the entire time he got undressed and he flushed underneath it, not used to the attention from the youngest.

"Come here, little one" Jinyoung ignored Yugyeom's travelling eyes and guided them both under the warm stream. Yugyeom’s legs felt like they could give out from Jinyoung’s words alone, the pet name sending the same warmth into his chest that it had the first time it’d slipped from Jinyoung’s lips.

He immediately started pampering the younger, almost like it was second nature to him. He slicked Yugyeom's wet hair back and out of his face, Yugyeom's eyes falling shut, content. Jinyoung picked up the shampoo first, massaging it into Yugyeom's hair despite him having to stand on his toes to do so. After he carefully rinsed the shampoo out, he lathered the conditioner on Yugyeom's hair and left it to sit as he grabbed a wash rag. He started at the taller’s shoulders, Yugyeom sighing as Jinyoung's hand moved down his stomach then his lower back, the muscles under Jinyoung’s hands untensing. The sigh turned into a gasp as Jinyoung washed his lower regions without hesitation. Yugyeom had been slowly inching closer to him the whole time and now they stood with only an inch or two between them, their breath intermingling in the steam between them. Jinyoung set the washrag aside, Yugyeom's entire body having been scrubbed down and covered in soap. Jinyoung's hand found its place on Yugyeom's back, travelling downwards. He reached Yugyeom's asscheeks and instead of following the shape of his body and running over then like his brain told him to do, Jinyoung's body reacted first, taking his two middle fingers and slipping between them to run over Yugyeom's hole. Yugyeom groaned at the sensation, his hands shooting up to grip at Jinyoung's shoulders. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Jinyoung's. Jinyoung held his breath for a moment, eyes searching Yugyeom’s face, thinking he may have crossed a line. Yugyeom hummed, soft, and leaned down so that their lips met. It was slow, dizzying on Jinyoung's part, and Yugyeom pressed his body against Jinyoung's until they stumbled back, Jinyoung's back hitting the cold, tiled wall. Jinyoung lazily licked into Yugyeom's mouth, the younger letting him take the lead. Yugyeom caught the tip of Jinyoung's tongue between his lips, sucking on it in a way that had Jinyoung's head spinning and his dick throbbing against Yugyeom's thigh. Yugyeom's own was pressed snuggly against Jinyoung's waist and Jinyoung could feel him twitching every now and then. Yugyeom pulled away from the older to catch his breath, pausing, then trying to shake the bubbles from his arm with a whine. Jinyoung pressed his hand flat against the wall behind him and pushed them off of it and back under the water stream that had already dropped in temperature. He washed the conditioner from Yugyeom’s hair, letting the water rinse the remaining soap from his body. Yugyeom kept his hands on Jinyoung’s body the entire time, roaming across his sides and back like it was the only thing keeping him attached to this reality. Once Yugyeom’s hair was completely rinsed of the conditioner, Jinyoung held onto his nape. Yugyeom’s head fell forward onto his shoulder in response, his eyes shut tightly. Yugyeom’s arms snaked around Jinyoung’s middle, pulling their bodies flush together. Jinyoung bit back a groan at the sudden pressure against his dick. He wanted Yugyeom so badly. He could bend the other over and have him gripping at the tiles, or even better, Jinyoung was sure he could lift the younger and fuck him against the wall, forcing Yugyeom to cling to him for support as Jinyoung watched his pleasure-filled face.

Jinyoung’s thoughts were silenced as Yugyeom nuzzled against his neck and started mummering softly, “Jinyoung, I’m tired.”

“Okay, love,” Jinyoung swallowed, pulling his body away despite how it ached in protest.

He turned the water off and climbed out of the shower quickly to reach for towels. He wrapped Yugyeom up first, wiping the droplets from his body then drying his hair. He dried himself with much less care and ushered Yugyeom into the bedroom when the man shivered at the cold air. He dressed Yugyeom in a pair of sweatpants, gulping when noticing the younger was still hard as well and went to search for a shirt but instead found several of his missing ones.

He chuckled, pulling one over Yugyeom’s head, “Did I accidentally come across your wanking material.”

“You know, I hadn’t even considered it before last night, but yeah probably, from now on,” Yugyeom answered only half-honest, laughing at Jinyoung’s wide-eyed reaction.

Jinyoung cleared his throat, stepping into the underwear he’d found. They were obviously Yugyeom’s and a bit tight on Jinyoung’s thighs and ass but not uncomfortable enough to complain. Yugyeom clearly had no complaints, his eyes openly trailing down Jinyoung’s body.

“Sleep in our bedroom tonight,” Jinyoung said, hoping his demands would work once more.

“Huh?”

Jinyoung stood straighter to show that he was determined, “Our shared room. Sleep in our shared room with BamBam and I tonight.”

“Oh,” Yugyeom paused for a moment, “Okay, yeah.”

BamBam glanced up from his phone when the door opened, grinning when he saw Yugyeom following behind Jinyoung. He pretended to not stare as the pair walked past him to the bathroom to brush their teeth, Yugyeom following Jinyoung like a lost puppy. He set his phone aside when they reentered the room, holding his arms out for Yugyeom.

“Hey pretty,” He greeted as Yugyeom climbed atop him and into his arms.

Yugyeom grinned lopsidedly, “Hey handsome.”

BamBam snickered, tucking a strand of damp hair behind Yugyeom’s ear. His eyes flickered over to Jinyoung, who was now climbing in the bed on the other side. His eyebrows rose in excitement, eyes shooting back to Yugyeom.

“He’s wearing your underwear?”

Yugyeom wiggled his eyebrows a bit, grinning back. He rolled off BamBam and into the middle of the bed.

“Holy fuck,” BamBam breathed out, “We should get rid of all of his underwear so he always has to wear yours.”

Jinyoung rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

“I second that plan,” Yugyeom spoke up, eyeing Jinyoung’s bulge with no shame.

Jinyoung covered himself up, “What happened to you getting shy over seeing me shirtless?”

“I think you prefer this,” Yugyeom’s hand teased Jinyoung’s inner thigh.

Jinyoung held his breath for what felt like the hundredth time that night, but Yugyeom removed his hand to Jinyoung’s sternum instead and pushed him back until he was laying down. He proceeded to wrap himself around the older, tossing an arm and a leg around him as he snuggled up. BamBam stretched out on his side, more than happy to take up more space than his boyfriends combined.

“Thank you,” Yugyeom muttered against Jinyoung’s chest.

Jinyoung held him tighter.

Yugyeom searched through his separate room the next day, looking for his phone charger that he was sure he’d left in here.

“Whatcha up to?” BamBam leaned against the doorframe.

“Looking for my charger,” Yugyeom responded, barely acknowledging BamBam as he sat on the bed.

“Jinyoung shouldn’t be home for another twenty minutes at least.”

Yugyeom hummed, now searching through the drawers on his side table.

“That was a big step for you yesterday, I’m really proud of you.”

Yugyeom stopped dead in his tracks, his body going warm at the sultry tone of BamBam’s voice. BamBam’s hand snaked its way around Yugyeom’s wrist, tugging him back to sit on the bed.

“Both of you were hard when you went to bed, you didn’t get off?”

Yugyeom shook his head, his leg bouncing as BamBam inched closer.

“I think you deserve to, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” Yugyeom breathed out and BamBam grinned.

“Lay down, I wanna blow you.”

Yugyeom scrambled onto the pillows, BamBam laughing aloud at his eagerness. He didn’t bother with teasing the other, assisting Yugyeom with removing his sweats and underwear. Yugyeom was already half hard and BamBam chuckled lightly, Yugyeom flushing in embarrassment. He always got riled up so easily. BamBam took half of Yugyeom’s length in one swift motion, one hand holding Yugyeom’s hips against the bed to keep him from jerking them. Yugyeom cried out in pleasure, grasping at the sheets as BamBam hollowed his cheeks. BamBam bobbed his head a few times then pulled away to catch his breath. He teased his tongue around Yugyeom’s tip, the younger’s head falling to the side so he could bury his face in the pillows. BamBam took the opportunity to slip the small bottle he’d brought out of his sweatpants pocket and pop the cap off. Yugyeom didn’t hear the sound, too preoccupied with trying to get BamBam to put his lips back around him. Yugyeom gasped when BamBam’s cold finger pressed against his hole, his body instinctively jerking away from the cold touch. BamBam took him back in his mouth as he slowly pushed the first finger in. Yugyeom’s chest heaved, his mouth going slack. After a minute, Yugyeom began grinding down on BamBam’s finger and BamBam took the hint, pushing the second in as he swallowed around Yugyeom’s dick.

“Bam! Oh, fuck,” Yugyeom’s words turned to incoherent whines, one of his hands gripping BamBam’s hair while the other balled up the sheets in a fist.

Yugyeom’s thighs trembled. A high pitched whine escaped his lips, his hips stuttering and jerking upwards. BamBam jerked back, coughing.

“Sorry,” Yugyeom offered a lazy grin.

“I’ve just remembered why I never blow you,” BamBam rubbed at his throat after he stopped coughing.

Yugyeom tsked, kicking at the other playfully, “Let’s switch, your turn.”

“Nope,” A mischievous smile broke across BamBam’s face, “That was your reward for now, you can get me off for your next reward.”

Yugyeom went to argue, but BamBam stood and walked towards the door.

“Sounds like Jinyoung’s home,” He winked, practically skipping out the room to greet their boyfriend.

Yugyeom sighed, his lips twitching downwards. This is basically edging for him, getting him off but not letting him do anything in return is probably his biggest pet peeve. Yugyeom swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and intending to hop in the shower before Jinyoung could find him. He rubbed his eyes in frustration, his chest aching with a want to please. He could hear faint speaking echoing through the stairs getting closer as the pair made their way towards his room. Suddenly Yugyeom’s legs went numb, his body going fuzzy as Jinyoung’s voice called out.

“You okay, little one?”

Yugyeom grit his teeth in irritation, shaking his head. There’s no way a pet name could send him spiralling into subspace. However, it seemed a pet name and the fact BamBam had just left him hanging when he so desperately wanted to please, could most definitely send him spiralling. He took a shaky breath, trying to clear his foggy mind. Footsteps, Jinyoung’s footsteps, continued up the stairs, Yugyeom’s mind fogged over more, only one coherent thought floating around, Jinyoung, Jinyoung, Jinyoung.

“Hey,” BamBam bounced over to Jinyoung, still proud of himself for his earlier antics.

“Hey,” Jinyoung tiredly smiled back, pulling the younger into a hug.

BamBam’s eyebrows furrowed, “Rough day?”

“Sort of,” Jinyoung sighed, “Just annoyed with certain people at the company.”

BamBam hummed, happily allowing Jinyoung to squeeze him as tight as he pleased.

“Did I interrupt you and Yugyeom?” Jinyoung asked, amusement evident.

“No, he finished.”

Jinyoung pulled away with a roll of his eyes, “Are you trying to annoy him or something?”

“Not necessarily, just giving him some encouragement.”

“Most would consider encouragement to be helpful, not something that’ll have him sulking for hours.”

“Yeah, I guess most would.”

Jinyoung couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, “You’re ridiculous. What’s he doing now, showering?”

BamBam shrugged, “Either that or sulking. Probably both.”

Jinyoung pressed a kiss to BamBam’s lips then headed towards the stairs to seek out his other boyfriend.

“So what happened at work?” BamBam asked cautiously.

Work was always a tough topic with Jinyoung. From what BamBam could gather, he didn’t enjoy anything about his job, but he had to stay for family reasons. Jinyoung usually preferred to avoid the topic as a whole.

Jinyoung's entire demeanour changed at the mention of his job, his shoulders tensing up.

“Stuff with my dad,” Jinyoung summarised shortly.

BamBam didn’t ask any further questions and it was clear Jinyoung probably wouldn’t answer them anyway, so BamBam just followed him silently up the stairs. Jinyoung came to a sudden stop at Yugyeom’s doorway, BamBam peeking around to see what was going on.

“Gyeom?” Jinyoung called out, “Are you alright?”

“Um,” Yugyeom’s voice cracked.

All he could process was his brain screeching at him to get closer to Jinyoung. His hands trembled as he moved them repeatedly, not sure where to place them. He should ask Jinyoung where to place them, Jinyoung would be able to tell him.

“Did you just leave him like this?” Jinyoung snapped, BamBam stepping back in surprise.

“No, he was fine before I went downstairs. There’s no way I could get him in this state,” BamBam raised his hands in surrender, “Gyeom, baby?”

Yugyeom perked up at the call, looking at BamBam with eager eyes.

“What do you want from us, baby? What do you need?”

What does he need? That one’s much easier to answer than the other question.

“Jinyoung,” Yugyeom replied instantly, his leg now bouncing as he looked at the older expectantly.

BamBam nodded, “As expected. I’m really sorry, I swear he wasn’t in headspace when I left.”

Jinyoung bit back a retort as BamBam scurried from the room. Jinyoung turned on his heel and walked to stand in front of the younger. He frowned slightly as Yugyeom’s body continued to tremble. Jinyoung shoved his own hands in the pockets of his slacks as he watched Yugyeom twist his fingers.

“Keep your hands still.”

Yugyeom’s hands folded over one another as he set them in his lap. He stared up at the older, visibly excited to hear even a small demand.

“Talk to me, what’s going through your head right now?”

Yugyeom’s lips turned downwards, “BamBam left. Told me I could get him off as my next reward and I was annoyed but I was fine until-”

Yugyeom paused, a blush covering his cheeks. Couldn’t Jinyoung just figure out the rest on his own?

“Until?” Jinyoung bent down to meet Yugyeom’s downward stare, “Finish your statement, Yugyeom.”

Yugyeom gulped, his mind slipping more each time Jinyoung spoke directly to him making him comply easier, “Until I heard your voice. Then it was all I could think about and you called me that name, and god, Jinyoung, please?”

“What was all you could think about?” Jinyoung raised an eyebrow.

His face stayed blank, but Yugyeom could tell he found this amusing. Yugyeom whined in reply, his head dropping to look at the floor once more.

“Answer me, little one.”

Yugyeom’s neck snapped back up, “Pleasing you, I just want to please you.”

Jinyoung smiled, his body untensing as the events from work fled from his mind, “Good boy.”

Yugyeom beamed at the praise, eyes lighting up. Jinyoung sat next to Yugyeom, relishing the way the man immediately pressed their legs together to touch in some way.

“In what way do you want to please me?”

“Anyway you want, please let me," Yugyeom begged.

Jinyoung let out a heavy exhale, his eyes roamed over Yugyeom’s face then followed down the rest of his body. His eyes darted up to Yugyeom’s lips as he chewed on the bottom one in anticipation. Fire erupted in his stomach as he imagined those lips wrapped around him, something he’d yet to experience but had to suffer through hearing BamBam brag about, and he suddenly knew exactly what Yugyeom could do to help both their situations. Jinyoung’s knees involuntarily spread to make room for Yugyeom in between them.

“On your knees in front of me, now.”

Yugyeom all but flung himself to the floor, his knees slamming against the carpet hard enough to leave bruises. He manoeuvred himself between Jinyoung’s legs, his heels digging into his backside. He placed his hands on Jinyoung’s thighs, eagerly awaiting Jinyoung’s next demand. Jinyoung leaned back on his palms, raising an eyebrow and smiling lightly.

“Go on, do whatever you'd like. Just get me off.”

Yugyeom’s hands shot up, fumbling with Jinyoung’s belt. His fingers trembled but still managed to get both Jinyoung’s belt buckle and pants undone within a minute. He paused at the sight of Jinyoung’s already hard dick straining against the fabric of his underwear, his adam's apple bobbing. Yugyeom leaned down and mouthed at it through the fabric. Jinyoung’s head fell back, biting down on his tongue to keep from rushing the younger. The muscles in Jinyoung’s thighs tensed under Yugyeom’s hand and he smirked, deciding to rile the other man up some more. His tongue traced the outline of Jinyoung’s dick, dampening the fabric. He continued like this for a few minutes longer, waiting, aching, for Jinyoung to snap. Finally, fingers roughly threaded through his hair and snatched, his neck snapping back. He came eye to eye with a flushed Jinyoung, his chest heaving and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You sat here and begged me to let you get me off and now you’re gonna fucking tease me?” Jinyoung stood, forcing Yugyeom to scoot back more so his neck wasn’t straining. "If you want my dick so fucking bad then act like it."

Jinyoung’s free hand reached underneath his waistband to free his dick from the fabric that was now soaked with saliva and pre-come. He tapped the tip against Yugyeom’s bottom lip. Yugyeom’s amused eyes melted into something more wanting as he blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly so his tongue could dart out to lap at the pre-come that had smeared across his lip. Jinyoung sucked in a sharp breath at the action, tightening his grip on Yugyeom’s hair.

“Open your mouth.”

Yugyeom complied, parting his lips even further and letting his jaw go slack. Jinyoung thrust into Yugyeom’s mouth in one swift motion, hitting the back of Yugyeom’s throat. Yugyeom’s eyes watered, but he didn’t move from his position, swallowing around Jinyoung the best he could and focusing on breathing through his nose. Jinyoung pulled out slowly, leaving only his tip sitting between Yugyeom’s lips. Yugyeom inhaled deeply, bracing himself. Jinyoung thrust back in with just as much force as the first time, this time Yugyeom’s throat clicked in protest. Tears pooled in his eyes and slid down his cheeks, but Yugyeom stayed put, keeping eye contact with Jinyoung the whole time, blinking the tears away. His tongue danced along the underside of Jinyoung’s dick, his cheeks hollowing when Jinyoung stayed still for a moment too long. Jinyoung continued his brutal pace until his hand ached from gripping Yugyeom’s hair and he let go. Yugyeom immediately pulled away once his hair was freed, spit sliding down his chin. Jinyoung’s heart thrummed in his chest, worry filling his body that Yugyeom wanted to stop and he hadn’t noticed, but Yugyeom pushed at his hips with a whine, encouraging him to sit back down. Jinyoung fell back onto the edge of the bed and Yugyeom crawled back in between his legs. Jinyoung quickly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at the older.

“You still doing okay?”

Yugyeom nodded quickly, clearing his throat, “Wanna make you come.”

His voice came out scratchy and broken and it made Jinyoung melt. Yugyeom whined when Jinyoung didn’t immediately move his hand. Jinyoung leaned down to meet Yugyeom’s lips in a dizzying kiss.

“I’m okay,” Yugyeom assured when Jinyoung pulled away, his voice almost coming out as a whisper.

Jinyoung let his hand fall to his side and Yugyeom shot him a quick smile before he went down, taking Jinyoung’s whole length in one go. Jinyoung’s silent front from before shattered as praises and groans escaped his lips, his head lolling back.

"So good at this," Jinyoung muttered, petting Yugyeom's hair, "Your mouth feels so good."

Trails of saliva clung to Yugyeom's lips each time the man pulled away, running down his chin and Jinyoung's dick. Everything about this was messy and wet and just so perfect for Yugyeom to wrap his fingers around while he let his jaw relax. He traced his thumb along the head of Jinyoung's dick pressing down on the slit. Jinyoung's breathing quickened as pressure built up in his lower stomach. Yugyeom took notice of the change and adjusted his position, putting one of Jinyoung's legs between his own and wrapping his lips back around the older. One of Jinyoung’s hands shot out to hold onto something, finding Yugyeom’s shoulder first as the man’s chest was now draped over Jinyoung’s thigh.

“Oh, fuck,” Jinyoung’s voice went an octave higher, “So good, baby. Don’t stop, wanna come in your mouth.”

He faintly registered Yugyeom’s body tensing against his leg before he gripped Yugyeom’s shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise, his own body letting loose and immediately tensing up as Yugyeom pulled away, coughing lightly. He regained his composure quickly, sucking on Jinyoung’s sensitive tip until the other swatted him away. Jinyoung sat up straight once his brain was functioning, petting Yugyeom’s hair. He stretched his legs and furrowed his brows when feeling the damp fabric rub against his leg.

“I’m sorry,” Yugyeom said, his face flush with embarrassment.

Jinyoung glanced at the sticky liquid and swallowed, “Did you hump my leg?”

Yugyeom squirmed, looking down at the floor.

“Fuck, Gyeom That’s- fuck,” Jinyoung squeezed his eyes shut, trying to picture Yugyeom humping his leg as he sucked him off. He groaned, mad at himself for not paying attention when it happened.

Jinyoung delicately grabbed Yugyeom’s arms, “Come here, baby. I’m sure your legs hurt.”

Yugyeom stumbled when he stood, wincing. His knees were turning a delicate purple and Yugyeom stared at them with pride. Jinyoung helped him onto the bed and made sure he was comfortable before he stood to undress himself. Yugyeom, per usual, watched with no shame as Jinyoung removed his suit jacket. He watched with increased interest as Jinyoung loosened his tie, already planning all the ways to put it to use next time. Jinyoung flopped back down next to him once he was fully undressed, yanking Yugyeom down into a lying position with him.

He kissed the crown of Yugyeom’s head, mumbling against his hair, “You have no idea how badly I needed this, thank you.”

Yugyeom frowned slightly, “I’m sorry it took so long.”

Jinyoung shook his head in response, “Don’t be, you’re worth the wait.”

Yugyeom grinned at the words, snuggling against Jinyoung’s chest, “It seems dumb that I was scared now that I’ve done it.”

Jinyoung bit his lip, not sure if he would get an answer, but still wanting to try, “Why were you so scared? Was I doing something to make you feel that way?”

“No,” Yugyeom cleared his throat, the soreness starting to creep in, “You didn’t do anything.”

“Then what was it?”

Yugyeom blinked, the urge to finally let everything pour out much stronger in his headspace.

“I didn’t want you to go into it assuming one thing and get something else. I was scared you wouldn’t want what you got. I can be a lot sometimes, completely relying on the other person to make decisions for me, tell me what to do.”

“You’re not too much,” Jinyoung assured, brushing Yugyeom’s hair out of his face. “I went into this relationship wanting to take care of you and Bam.”

“I know,” Yugyeom frowned, “At first I was just scared that Bam liked you more because of that, that if I wasn’t up to your standards you’d take him from me, but it changed as time went on and got worse. I’m not just scared of losing Bam anymore, I’m scared you’ll leave too,” Yugyeom’s voice cracked, tears rimming his eyes, “I’m so scared I’ll mess up and you won’t want me anymore. Fuck, I’ve never even had the courage to say it, but I love you so much and if one day you can’t do this anymore-”

A sob ripped through Yugyeom’s throat, him curling in on himself and trying to push Jinyoung away. Jinyoung resisted, pulling the younger man’s head against his chest and shushing him. His hand rubbed up and down Yugyeom’s back, so focused on getting the younger to calm down that the last sentence of Yugyeom’s confession went unnoticed.

“Yugyeom, look at me,” He held Yugyeom’s cheek, trying to meet his eyes as the younger hiccuped, “I need you to understand this, so you need to calm down and listen.”

Yugyeom took shaky breaths and Jinyoung nodded in approval, “Good job. I am not going to get tired of you. Listen to me, Gyeom,” Jinyoung tsked as Yugyeom squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, attempting to pull away. “The way that you feel while being taken care of, like all your worries and stress is gone for the moment, like you’re loved and wanted, that is how I feel while taking care of you.”

Yugyeom’s eyes fluttered open, his lashes clumped together with tears. His eyes searched Jinyoung’s face for a sign of insincerity, but found none.

“I need to take care of you just as much as you need to be taken care of. This isn't something I'm just dealing with because you guys are into it, I want this. Do you understand?"

Yugyeom nodded, "Yes."

And finally, he truly did.

Admittedly, they should've taken a shower, but they were both exhausted from sex and then immediately crying afterwards, so neither of them could really handle much more physical activity than the walk to their bedroom. BamBam, once again, was already waiting for them with a grin. Jinyoung climbed into bed first, leaving the space between him and BamBam for Yugyeom. However, Yugyeom nudged him over, scooting next to the opposite side of Jinyoung, snidely ignoring BamBam.

"Oh, come on," BamBam whined, "I didn't mean for you to slip, don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad that I slipped," Yugyeom retorted, still not looking BamBam's way.

"Oh, you're still upset that I didn't let you blow me?" BamBam grinned, leaning over Jinyoung to get in Yugyeom's face. "I'll let you blow me now."

Yugyeom looked over at him for a moment, eyeing him.

“You’re not actually considering it, are you?” Jinyoung sighed, just wanting to go to bed.

“No,” Yugyeom decided, turning away from BamBam and pulling the blanket over himself.

“He’ll get over it soon,” BamBam shrugged towards Jinyoung, flopping down to pull the blanket over himself as well.

Yugyeom did quickly move on, mostly due to all three of them being extremely busy over the next few weeks. There was rarely a period of time other than late at night when all three were home at the same time, and even then they were too exhausted to even speak. Work was especially stressful for Jinyoung who spent every day with his father up his ass about taking over the company. He didn’t mind the training and could easily tune out the condescending tone his father constantly used towards him, but the questions and push towards Jinyoung’s love life were starting to grate on him. He knew he’d eventually have to come out to his parents, but was hoping he could postpone it to after he’d taken over the company and his father couldn’t take it from him and leave him with no financial stability. His father had spent the majority of the day making snide remarks towards Jinyoung and over-praising one of Jinyoung’s coworkers that Jinyoung’s sure would be offered his position if Jinyoung failed to live up to his fathers expectations.

When Jinyoung arrived home no one rushed to greet him at the door. He furrowed his brows, calling out for his lovers and upon hearing no response, began searching around the house. Jinyoung normally got home at least an hour later than the other two, so naturally, he was worried about where the other two were. Pushing down all the immediate thoughts of his boyfriends getting kidnapped or being in a horrible car crash, he changed into his pyjamas. Next he brushed his teeth, the running water not making enough noise to occupy his mind from the fact that usually there’d be someone in the shower. He tried to lay down and sleep, but his bed felt too large and empty without its two other occupants. For the rest of the hour, he passed the time by pacing around and thinking about how to get his fathers attention on something other than him, which ultimately just made him more frustrated with the situation and made him want to see his boyfriends even more.

BamBam trudged to the front door, yawning at the thought of his boyfriends already snuggled up and cozy in bed. He huffed, knowing he most likely wouldn’t get the chance to speak to either of them tonight. Normally, BamBam loved his job. It was easy enough and he loved both the cats and customer service. However, three staff members quit within one week and it was up to the remaining staff to cover the extra shifts. He could say no and no one would get upset at him, but BamBam felt guilty leaving his other staff members with the work, so even though he had already worked a fifty hour week, when he heard his coworker stressing about having to close by themself he offered to stay the extra three hours. By the time the front door creaked open, Jinyoung’s footsteps were imprinted into the plush carpet, leaving a trail around the room. He rushed downstairs and almost collided into BamBam who let out a sigh of relief at the presence of one of his boyfriends. His arms snaked around Jinyoung’s neck, hanging like jewellery off him.

“Carry me?” He mumbled, and Jinyoung complied without hesitance.

“Yuri was stuck closing by herself,” BamBam started explaining before Jinyoung could ask. “She was worried about it so I offered to stay.”

“Didn’t you open today?” Jinyoung voiced his concern, setting BamBam down on the bed.

“Yeah,” BamBam sighed, leaning back against his hands to crane his neck up at Jinyoung.

Jinyoung frowned, thinking back on the rest of the week, “When was your last day off?”

BamBam hummed, his brows furrowing, “That Thursday that the dishwasher got replaced maybe? Yeah, I was definitely here the whole day.”

“Bam,” Jinyoung huffed, running a hand through his hair, “That was two weeks ago. You haven’t taken a day off in two weeks.”

“I’m off tomorrow,” BamBam shrugged.

“Yeah, unless you get called in again because you refuse to say no. You’re overworking yourself.”

BamBam rolled his eyes slightly, “And you aren’t?”

BamBam had a slight point, Jinyoung was at work most of the time.

“That’s not the same,” Jinyoung argued.

“Oh, right. Cause your job pays the bills and mine doesn’t.”

Jinyoung blinked, caught off guard by the statement.

“I guess it’s okay to put a lot of effort in if you make a shit ton of money, but since I work a lousy medium-wage job it’s meaningless.”

“Bam,” Jinyoung’s frown deepened at BamBam’s irritation, “That’s not what I was implying. My job is mostly just following my dad around while he boasts about how great he is, or sitting at a table full of people just throwing ideas of how to put even more money in their pockets, and going to dinner at fancy restaurants and doing more talking. I’m not doing manual labour, it’s barely even any actual work. It doesn’t drain someone the way your job does.”

“Oh,” BamBam flushed, embarrassed at his outburst, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t really feel that way, I don’t know why I said that.”

“You’re lashing out because you’re stressed,” Jinyoung offered an explanation, his hand reaching out to run through BamBam’s hair.

BamBam hummed in agreement, eyes searching around the room, “Where’s Yugyeom?”

“Not here,” Jinyoung’s chest tightened, worry suddenly rushing back to him.

“That’s unusual,” BamBam frowned, “But he does have some evaluation coming up soon so he’s practising nonstop.”

Jinyoung sat next to BamBam, clicking his tongue in disappointment, “Both of you are overworking yourselves.”

BamBam turned to face him, pulling his legs up on the bed, “I still think you’re putting too much stress on yourself as well. Just being around your dad seems to drain you. Plus,” BamBam scooted closer, eyes shooting down to Jinyoung’s lips and lingering for long enough for Jinyoung to take notice. His body heat rose as the older’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “None of us really get to see each other anymore. It’s like our personal lives are second to work now.”

BamBam sat back on his hands, head tilting and knees opening slightly as an invitation. Jinyoung shoved BamBam back against the pillows. He placed a hand on the pillow next to BamBam’s head, hovering over him as his eyes roamed across the younger’s face. BamBam grinned cheekily, wrapping his legs around Jinyoung’s waist. Jinyoung’s body thrummed, the days frustrations begging to be released, for his brain to switch from caring about his worries to caring for someone else. Luckily for him, BamBam seemed eager to engage, eyes holding a teasing glint.

“You said you’re off tomorrow?” Jinyoung’s fingers danced over the exposed skin of BamBam’s waist. “So I can keep you up a bit later tonight?”

BamBam laughed, grabbing the back of Jinyoung’s neck and pulling him down so that their lips met.

Yugyeom trudged over the gravel with clenched teeth. His wrist cradled to his chest although the ache had eased since he’d taken the pain reliever the doctor gave him. He’d spent hours at the studio practising his routine for the upcoming evaluation only for it to go to waste when he’d slipped. He had tried to catch himself, but had only made it worse as pain had seared through his wrist upon impact. After the initial shock wore off, Yugyeom attempted moving his wrist around and was relieved to find it wasn’t broken, but his other classmates had insisted he still go to the hospital just to make sure. Now he sported an itchy brace and had a decent hospital bill that he knew Jinyoung would end up paying off. The added guilt of the bill made it impossible for Yugyeom to force himself to call up one of Jinyoung’s paid drivers from his company and he couldn’t get a cab since he never carried cash, so Yugyeom decided to walk home. He severely overestimated his personal walking stamina after a year of being spoiled and never having to walk anywhere, and his own emotional state now that he was tired and in pain. The thought that it would be at least another fifteen minutes before he could see his boyfriends had him close to tears, and the thought that they might already be asleep and he wouldn’t even get to speak to them had his eyes red-rimmed in seconds. He’d spent several nights in a row cuddling up to BamBam, chewing on his bottom lip as they waited for Jinyoung to get ready for bed, the words sitting on the tip of his tongue. They’d all had small intimate moments here and there, the usual between him and Bam but more rushed, from what he could gather, Jinyoung and Bam’s sex life had come to a standstill lately with both of them being too busy, and Yugyeom and Jinyoung hadn’t developed much. Jinyoung went out of his way to put in extra effort for him, holding him before bed and telling how much he loves him, sometimes hopping in the shower with him to wash his hair, making sure him and Bam always have breakfast already made when they wake up in the morning even if Jinyoung can’t eat with them, he had even ordered Yugyeom’s favourite drink from his favourite cafe to be delivered to the dance studio on multiple occasions. A while ago Jinyoung had a break between meetings and had come home to relax while Yugyeom was still there and Jinyoung spent the entirety of his break letting Yugyeom rut against his thigh as they made out, then held his trembling body until Yugyeom had come back to his senses enough to get ready for class. The memory left Yugyeom yearning for more and each night he’d think “this is it”, but either BamBam had fallen asleep before Jinyoung even got to bed or Jinyoung walked in looking so exhausted that Yugyeom immediately dropped the idea.

Yugyeom fumbled with his bookbag as he approached the door, slinging it back over his shoulder once he retrieved his keys. Stupidly, he missed the keyhole on his first attempt and had to take a step back to not scream in frustration. The house was quiet when Yugyeom walked in and he frowned, waiting to see if he’d hear footsteps coming down the stairs to greet him. When no one came he sighed, assuming they were already asleep. Kicking his shoes off, he stepped over BamBam’s that were lazily thrown at the bottom of the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Yugyeom’s heart jumped at the sound of Jinyoung’s muffled voice, BamBam’s following after. They were both awake. He flung their bedroom door open, stopping dead in tracks at the sight in front of him. The pair both sat up at Yugyeom’s presence. Jinyoung sat back on his heels, chest heaving underneath his white t-shirt, hair tousled and lips swollen. BamBam propped himself up on his elbows, still in his work uniform, black slacks and a beige shirt that was bunched up at his chest, tanned skin on display. Yugyeom’s mouth went dry, staring at the space between them in envy, body warming up as Jinyoung adjusted making the space wider and Yugyeom was absolutely sure he could fit right there. His backpack went flying across the room just as Jinyoung went to stand.

“Why are you so late?”

Jinyoung’s question went unanswered as their lips crashed together. Yugyeom tugged on both Jinyoung’s hair and shirt as he tried to squeeze himself into the space between him and BamBam. Hands gripped Yugyeom’s waist, squeezing lightly. BamBam pulled him onto the bed, Jinyoung never separated from Yugyeom as he did so. Yugyeom’s back pressed to BamBam’s chest, his long legs caging him in. BamBam caught one of Yugyeom’s hands, forcefully unravelling it from Jinyoung’s hair, then grabbed his other arm by the elbow before firmly pushing Jinyoung back. Jinyoung immediately pulled away at the shove, looking at BamBam with a questioning glance. Yugyeom whined, leaning towards him in an attempt to follow his lips.

“Babe, why are you wearing a brace?” BamBam tried to gain Yugyeom's attention.

Jinyoung’s eyes followed BamBam’s gaze to where he gently held Yugyeom’s arm, becoming alert at the sight of his wrist.

“I sprained it,” Yugyeom explained, laying his head back against BamBam’s shoulder.

“Is that why you were late?” Jinyoung questioned.

Yugyeom nodded, squirming in BamBam’s hold, “Yeah, and then it took a while to walk home.”

“You walked?” Jinyoung exclaimed at the same time that BamBam shouted, “At night?”, the same look of bewilderment on his face.

“Why didn’t you let us know? You went to the hospital?” Jinyoung’s irritation rose.

“I didn’t want to, but my classmates insisted,” Yugyeom breathed out. He could feel BamBam’s erection pressed against his lower back.

“Obviously, you could’ve broken something,” BamBam scoffed, his mind far from the thing that Yugyeom’s was currently hyper fixating on.

“Can we talk about this later?” Yugyeom pressed himself further back against BamBam. “Please?”

BamBam’s free hand shot out to squeeze Yugyeom’s waist, breath hitching at the sudden pressure against his dick. Jinyoung crossed his arms over his chest, oblivious to his boyfriends’ situation. The action caused both of the other boy’s frustrations to increase, their eyes strained on the way Jinyoung’s biceps flexed.

“He asked nicely,” BamBam coaxed, fingers slipping underneath Yugyeom’s shirt to caress his waist.

“I thought you were on my side,” Jinyoung scoffed.

“Jinyoung,” Yugyeom’s voice came out strained, “Please.”

Jinyoung’s ears perked at the edge in Yugyeom’s voice. He watched Yugyeom silently, eyes darting from Yugyeom’s pleading eyes to BamBam’s wrist where his hand disappeared under Yugyeom’s shirt. After a moment, he realised neither of them would push it further without his approval. BamBam glanced up at him with questioning eyes, tilting his head to the side. Jinyoung’s eyes drifted to Yugyeom’s pleading stare.

“Bam will deal with you,” Jinyoung stated, keeping his face blank despite his own excitement. “Turn to him.”

BamBam grinned, eyes glinting as Yugyeom shakily turned himself in BamBam’s lap. Before Yugyeom could even properly turn, BamBam was pulling him onto his lap so that the younger was straddling him. Their lips met, hands roaming over one another as if they hadn’t already spent years getting to know each other's bodies. Jinyoung moved to their side, amusement dancing in his eyes. The pair desperately licked into each other's mouths, tugging on each other and encouraging the other to make the next move but neither would. Jinyoung came up behind Yugyeom’s back, wrapping an arm around his waist while his other gripped BamBam’s nape, his thumb pressed to his jaw. Using his thumb to push BamBam’s head back, he forced BamBam to pull away. Yugyeom moved to follow him, but stopped when Jinyoung squeezed his waist as a warning.

“You two look pathetic,” Jinyoung scolded.

Jinyoung’s breath was warm against Yugyeom’s neck, the latter shivering in response. Jiyoung’s hand slipped underneath Yugyeom’s shirt, pushing the fabric up around his shoulders.

“Bam,” Jinyoung tapped his thumb against BamBam’s jaw.

BamBam, who was staring at Yugyeom’s exposed skin with his mouth agape, snapped out of his gaze and looked to Jinyoung with a gulp. Jinyoung’s eyes darted to Yugyeom’s shirt then back to BamBam’s eyes with a raised eyebrow. BamBam caught on quickly, tugging Yugyeom’s shirt off completely. Jinyoung’s hand travelled down to BamBam’s chest and shoved the younger back against the pillows. He began inching BamBam’s shirt up and Yugyeom, without needing to be told, reached out to aid Jinyoung in removing BamBam’s clothes.

“Such a smart boy,” Jinyoung praised in a whisper, his lips ghosting over Yugyeom’s ear.

His fingers traced over the wings tattooed on Yugyeom’s shoulders, the younger’s back arching at the touch. Yugyeom let out a shaky exhale grinding his hips down on BamBam who let out a weak groan at the movement.

“Let Bam undress you,” Jinyoung pressed a kiss below Yugyeom’s ear, sitting back to resume watching.

“Bam,” Yugyeom whined, wiggling his hips.

BamBam sat up, pushing Yugyeom off to the side to slide his loose shorts off and toss them onto the floor. He fumbled with the button on his own pants, cursing under his breath. Yugyeom whined again, impatient. BamBam finally got his pants undone and shimmied out of them, those going onto the floor as well.

“Come here,” BamBam yanked Yugyeom’s body atop his own, laying them both down.

Their lips reconnected as BamBam rolled his hips up against Yugyeom’s. Yugyeom’s hips snapped away from Bam’s with every grind, the fabric of his underwear making him much too sensitive. BamBam finally eased off, letting Yugyeom calm his body. The sheets beside them rustled. A hand pressed to Yugyeom’s lower back as Jinyoung’s body covered them. Yugyeom buried his face in BamBam’s neck, Jinyoung’s warmth falling over his body like a blanket. Jinyoung’s free hand sat beside BamBam’s head, holding himself up as he pushed Yugyeom down, forcing him to grind down against BamBam. A whine escaped Yugyeom’s throat while a breathy moan left BamBam’s.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jiyoung’s voice sent sparks down Yugyeom’s spine.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head no.

“Words, little one.”

“Don’t want you to stop,” Yugyeom muttered, BamBam swallowing harshly.

Jinyoung slipped his arm between BamBam and Yugyeom and hooked it around Yugyeom’s waist. He held Yugyeom’s hips up, Yugyeom’s ass pressed to his front. He pressed forward, Yugyeom’s hips rocking downwards with the motion, his clothed cock rubbing against BamBam’s.

“Fuck,” BamBam’s hand cupped the back of Yugyeom’s head.

Jinyoung leaned down so that he could capture BamBam’s lips in his own as he continued to grind down. Yugyeom, who was now completely trapped between them, moved his head to kiss at BamBam’s neck, sucking and nipping lightly at the tanned skin. Jinyoung pressed his whole body down harder, Yugyeom letting out a hiss as Jinyoung’s chest laid atop his wrist. Yugyeom tried to adjust his body, but his uninjured arm was stuck under his body. He used his hurt wrist to push himself upwards, quickly regretting his decision and letting himself lay back down. Jinyoung pulled away at all the movement, catching Yugyeom once again shifting his weight onto his wrist. He sat up straight, catching Yugyeom’s hair and yanking the man into a sitting position as well. Yugyeom’s chest heaved, mouth slack and neck craned as he whimpered. BamBam sat up in alert, his neck already forming bruises from Yugyeom’s attack.

“Switch positions,” Jinyoung said without explanation, “I want you on top of Yugyeom.”

BamBam wordlessly obeyed, clambering out of his spot. Jinyoung released his grip on Yugyeom’s hair and the younger immediately turned himself around with a whine.

“Wanna be in the middle,” He whined in disagreement.

“Lay down,” Jinyoung commanded, ignoring the stir in his stomach at the fact that Yugyeom liked being trapped between them.

Yugyeom laid down, still not pleased with the change in positions. Jinyoung motioned BamBam over, scooting back to make room for him. He placed his hands on the younger’s hips once BamBam was sat in front of him, his chest pressed to Bam’s back.

He kissed the tattoo at the base of BamBam’s neck, running his lips over the skin as he murmured, “I want both of you naked.”

Jinyoung’s fingers toyed with the waistband of Bam’s underwear before slipping underneath it, dragging the fabric down his thighs slowly. He pulled away once he reached Bam’s knees, letting BamBam scramble to get them off. In true Yugyeom fashion, the youngest watched with no shame, eyes hooded. BamBam tossed the clothing to the side, hooking his fingers in Yugyeom’s underwear, letting out a shaky exhale at the wet patch on the front. Jinyoung moved Yugyeom’s hurt wrist above his head as BamBam hovered over the younger.

“Leave it there, do you understand me?”

Yugyeom nodded, wiggling his fingers slightly, “I understand.”

Jinyoung sat back, giving them space. BamBam hooked one of his legs over Yugyeom’s and rubbed their bare dicks together. Both boys let out groans at the skin-on-skin contact. Within a few seconds, Yugyeom was squirming, letting out high-pitched whines as he clawed at BamBam’s back. He looked at Jinyoung who was seated beside them, his arousal growing under his stare. Jinyoung inhaled deeply, fingers running through BamBam’s hair. His own arousal seated at the back of his mind as he encouraged his boyfriends to get one another off.

“Fuck, you two look so pretty like this.”

Yugyeom’s face tinged red, a whimper falling from his lips. BamBam grit his teeth, warmth coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“Fucking sluts,” Jinyoung slurred, his boyfriend’s squirming at the degrading words. “Rutting against each other, so pathetic. Is this what you two are like without me? Can’t even fuck each other properly?”

Edged on by Jinyoung’s words, BamBam placed a hand on Yugyeom’s stomach, rubbing against him with more force, more desperately. Jinyoung reseated himself behind BamBam, leaning down to speak in his ear.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jinyoung’s hand travelled between the two boys. “Let me.”

Jinyoung wrapped his hand around the two men, BamBam letting out a gasp.

“Oh, God,” He choked out, “Fuck, Jinyoung, please.”

Jinyoung pushed BamBam’s head down to come face-to-face with Yugyeom. Their lips connected messily, getting interrupted by an escaped moan every now and then.

“Come on, little one,” Jinyoung spoke directly to Yugyeom, teasing, “Don’t you wanna cum in my hand?”

“Yes, please,” Yugyeom chanted, eyes rolling back, “Feels so good, wanna cum. Gonna-”

Yugyeom’s rambling was cut off by a high-pitched moan, his back arched as he spilled over Jinyoung’s hand, covering himself and BamBam. Gasping for breath, Yugyeom tossed his arm over BamBam’s back as he followed soon after. BamBam collapsed on top of Yugyeom, them becoming a tangled mess of limbs.

“I love you so much,” BamBam mumbled against Yugyeom’s skin.

As they shared a few slow kisses, Jinyoung sat to the side and waited for one of them to call for his attention. Yugyeom soon caught his eye, the younger’s eyes lighting back up instantly. He squirmed from under BamBam, who flopped down on the pillows without complaint, and crawled over to Jinyoung.

“Hey, little one,” Jinyoung grinned, pulling Yugyeom in for a kiss.

“Wanna make you feel good,” Yugyeom muttered against his lips, “Please, let me.”

Jinyoung had foolishly thought he wouldn’t get to get off tonight and was perfectly okay with that fact, but of course, he’d forgotten that Yugyeom had made it his life goal to get both his boyfriends off whenever he felt like. He suddenly became all too aware of the painful throbbing between his legs.

“Of course,” Jinyoung kissed him once more, “Have me however you want.”

“How patient can you be?” Yugyeom’s eyes held a knowing glint, he knew exactly what he wanted.

Now intrigued, Jinyoung raised an eyebrow, “For as long as it takes.”

Yugyeom’s lips quirked upwards, he held a hand out towards BamBam.

“Bam, hand it?”

BamBam rolled over with a groan, his hand lazily searching around the top of the dresser beside the bed.

“You have a three-way with your boyfriends one time and then the somehow always horny one has got you playing mailboy,” He tossed the bottle towards the pair then cuddled back up with his pillow.

Yugyeom snickered, picking the lube up, “Sweet dreams.”

Jinyoung watched Yugyeom turn with the bottle in his hands, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Fuck off, there’s no way,” He reached for the bottle, but Yugyeom snatched it away.

“Do you not want to?”

Jinyoung swallowed harshly, of course he wanted to.

“Are you sure you want to? Aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all,” BamBam answered for him, tugging the blanket up to his chin. “You’ll get tired before he does.”

Yugyeom tilted his head, biting his lip as he waited for Jinyoung’s response.

“Okay, if you can handle it,” Jinyoung carefully removed the bottle from Yugyeom’s hands, “Lay down.”

Yugyeom did as told, laying back against the duvet beside BamBam’s curled frame and spreading his legs on instinct. Jinyoung kissed Yugyeom’s knee, the bruises from a few weeks ago barely there. He teased Yugyeom’s hole, running his lube slicked fingers over it, but making no move to push one in yet. Yugyeom waited patiently, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Jinyoung caught the back of Yugyeom’s leg, on the underside of his knee, with his free hand and folded the leg upwards. He slowly pushed the first finger through the ring of muscle, feeling Yugyeom clench around him. Yugyeom exhaled as Jinyoung slowly pumped his finger in and out of him until he was relaxed enough for a second. Jinyoung leaned down to slot their lips together, Yugyeom rolling his hips down on Jinyoung’s fingers.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jinyoung praised, “So good for me, hm?”

Yugyeom made a small noise in the back of his throat, his cock responding beautifully to the words, “For you, just for you.”

“What about me?” BamBam pouted from his curled up position.

Yugyeom broke out in a grin, throwing an arm over his face, “Yeah, babe. For you too.”

BamBam smiled, his beady eyes lighting up in response. Jinyoung rolled his eyes, pressing his forehead against Yugyeom’s knee to hide his own grin. The mood shifted again as Jinyoung folded Yugyeom more, lifting his hips slightly making his fingers go deeper.

“Oh, God,” Yugyeom purred, “Please, holy fuck.”

Jinyoung pumped his fingers faster, watching as Yugyeom’s mouth went slack.

“Jinyoung, please,” Yugyeom pleaded, “Need you, please, please.”

Jinyoung kissed along Yugyeom’s jaw, as the younger clawed at his back. Yugyeom let out a wet breath, tears brimming his eyes as he begged. Jinyoung sat up, pulling his fingers away and grabbing Yugyeom's jaw with his other hand.

“Look at you,” He said in amazement, tilting Yugyeom’s head to face him directly. “Sobbing over how much you want my dick.”

Yugyeom whimpered, his bottom lip trembling.

“And still asking so politely,” Jinyoung released Yugyeom’s chin, moving to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his pyjama pants.

He slid them off, not wearing anything underneath. Yugyeom’s gulped, his gaze growing heavy.

“Um,” Yugyeom spoke up, turning his head to hide in the pillows when Jinyoung’s eyes darted to him.

“What is it, little one?”

The tips of Yugyeom’s ears burned as he chewed on his lip nervously, “Just- Can you- Can you take your shirt off as well, please?”

“Yes, please,” BamBam seconded, his eyes scanning over Jinyoung’s white shirt.

A breathy laugh fell from Jinyoung’s lips. He tugged the shirt over his head, discarding it to the side.

“Better?”

Yugyeom nodded, eyes wandering down the expanse of Jinyoung’s skin. Jinyoung hissed as the cold liquid came in contact with his dick. He stared at Yugyeom as he lazily stroked himself, amused at how the younger couldn’t stay still under his gaze. He grasped one of Yugyeom’s thighs, pushing it up.

“Do me a favour and hold this, will you?”

Yugyeom’s non injured arm shot down, his hand holding onto the underside of his knee and pressing it to his body. Jinyoung held the opposite leg in a similar position as he lined himself up. Yugyeom winced as Jinyoung pushed his tip in, biting down on his tongue.

“Fuck,” Jinyoung exhaled, squeezing Yugyeom’s leg, “You’re so fucking tight.”

Yugyeom squirmed in discomfort, trying to get his body to relax like he’d once trained it to, but things were different now and something was missing. He needed something more.

“You doing okay, pretty?” Jinyoung’s hand came to sit beside Yugyeom’s head, holding himself up as he hovered over the younger.

He stilled his movements, waiting for an answer. Something warm and fuzzy settled in Yugyeom’s chest, spreading through the rest of his body like a wildfire. Yugyeom whined, letting go of his leg to hold onto the nape of Jinyoung’s neck. Jinyoung hitched Yugyeom’s other leg around his waist, tapping on the loose leg afterwards to tell Yugyeom to do the same for that one. Jinyoung, now caged between Yugyeom’s legs, cupped Yugyeom’s jaw, running his thumb along Yugyeom’s cheek.

“What is it, baby? Do you need to stop?” Jinyoung asked worriedly.

Yugyeom’s eyes widened, he viciously shook his head, panicked.

“No, please,” His lip trembled, “Don’t.”

“Okay,” Jinyoung soothed, “I won’t, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Jinyoung lifted Yugyeom’s hips to be even with his own, “You’re doing so well, baby. Think you can handle a bit more?”

Yugyeom nodded, feeling more secure now that he had Jinyoung pressed close to him. Jinyoung slowly pushed further in, watching Yugyeom’s expression with care. Jinyoung didn’t pause again until he bottomed out, hips snug against Yugyeom’s ass.

“Fuck,” Yugyeom groaned lightly, welcoming the slight burn, “Missed this so much. Missed you so much.”

Jinyoung’s chest tightened, he hummed lightly, leaning down to kiss Yugyeom’s cheek.

“You want me to fuck you now?” His breath fanned over Yugyeom’s neck.

Yugyeom let out a choked sound, followed by a strained, “Please.”

Jinyoung moved slowly, watching Yugyeom with an amazed look. He had never seen the younger this far gone, his whole body twitching at the slightest movement or touch, injured wrist laying limply above him. His nails clawed at Jinyoung’s back as he withered underneath him, heels digging into his lower back. Yugyeom whined, high and needy, as he settled, a pout sitting on his lips, eyes glistening with tears.

“God, you’re so pretty,” Jinyoung breathed out, eyes still wide in amazement.

Yugyeom basked in the praise, a strangled mewl falling from his lips. Jinyoung increased his movements, Yugyeom’s eyes rolling back in response. The blankets beside them shifted and Jinyoung glanced over to catch BamBam turning to watch them, propping his chin on his elbow in interest. Their eyes met, Jinyoung teasingly rolled his hips, grinning when BamBam’s gaze shot to watch Yugyeom’s reaction.

“Please, Jinyoung,” Yugyeom rambled, “Need more, please.”

Jinyoung rolled his hips again, leaning down to trail kisses along Yugyeom’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

“More what?” He urged, sucking on the skin as he waited for a response.

Yugyeom faltered, stuttering over his words, a useless whine escaping instead. Yugyeom swallowed roughly, throat raw as he tried his hardest to respond. Jinyoung’s hips rotated tauntingly, movements languid. He paused his attack on Yugyeom’s neck, sitting up to angle himself better. In one sudden movement he pulled out almost completely and thrust back in, Yugyeom’s back arching and neck craning back as he keened.

“Yes, yes,” Yugyeom chanted.

“Oh, you want it rough, little one?” Condescension dripped from Jinyoung’s voice, a provoking grin displayed on his face.

Tears streaked down Yugyeom’s cheeks, a pathetic wail ripped from his chest as Jinyoung pounded into him once more. Jinyoung continued his brutal pace, Yugyeom’s body jerking upwards with each thrust. Yugyeom’s neck stayed on full display, bruised, adam’s apple bobbing with each noise and plea that fell from his lips. Jinyoung’s fingers danced along the exposed skin, caressing the already forming hickeys. He lingered over the adam’s apple, feeling it jump as Yugyeom swallowed. He pressed his thumb down, sliding down to the base of Yugyeom’s neck, putting light pressure there as Yugyeom gasped. He snapped out of his trance when Yugyeom released a depraved whine, switching his hand to the back of Yugyeom’s head instead, tenderly angling it so that Yugyeom wasn’t straining his neck. BamBam shifted beside them again, hand creeping into the space between Jinyoung and Yugyeom’s bodies, his eyes focused on Yugyeom’s cock bouncing uselessly against his stomach. Yugyeom shuttered as BamBam’s hand ghosted over his side, Jinyoung’s gaze snapping down to BamBam’s stray hand.

“Don’t touch him.”

BamBam jumped at the stern tone, tucking his hand back under himself. Yugyeom sobbed, arching his body to search for the missing touch.

“Touch me, please,” Yugyeom begged, eyes soft and pleading.

Jinyoung stared down at him, head tilted like he was pondering it, “No.”

Yugyeom whimpered, lips trembling. His legs tightened in an attempt to pull Jinyoung closer to him, rutting up against him. Jinyoung clicked his tongue, easily slipping out of Yugyeom’s grasp to sit up. A defeated whine rang out as Jinyoung hoisted Yugyeom’s hips up, movements becoming erratic.

“I want you to cum just from my cock,” Jinyoung’s breathing quickened as he spoke, “Can you do that for me, baby?”

Yugyeom nodded eagerly, squeezing his eyes shut. He took deep breaths as warmth spread in his abdomen. A needy moan escaped as desperation hit once again, his body tensing.

“Oh, fuck,” Jinyoung choked out as Yugyeom clenched around him. His fingers dug into Yugyeom’s hips.

Yugyeom gasped, the warmth growing and uncoiling, “Please, please.”

Jinyoung slammed into him again, grunting and throwing his head back as Yugyeom started to mumble, voice increasing in pitch.

“Feels so good, Nyoung,” Yugyeom drawled out, eyes rolling back, “Fuck, love this so much. Love you so much.”

A long, drawn-out moan tore from Yugyeom’s throat, him spilling out onto his stomach. Jinyoung watched with hooded eyes, Yugyeom falling limp underneath him. Jinyoung groaned as he filled Yugyeom, tenderly dropping the younger’s hips afterwards. He captured Yugyeom’s lips in his own, melding together while his hips rolled into the younger. Yugyeom pulled away with a hiss, hips jerking up and Jinyoung took the hint to slowly pull out. Yugyeom groaned, wrapping his arm around Jinyoung’s waist and tugging on him to get him to lay down. Jinyoung hovered over him, pupils blown, hair messy, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Gyeom,” Jinyoung said, grin growing impossibly bigger. His chest heaved, still trying to catch his breath.

Yugyeom hummed in acknowledgement, lips set in a pout.

“You love me?”

Yugyeom’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes opening. He simply tugged on Jinyoung in response. Jinyoung gave in and collapsed on top of the younger, Yugyeom immediately enveloping him in a hug. Giddy, Jinyoung wriggled his arms underneath Yugyeom to wrap around him and roll the pair over. Yugyeom huffed, grimacing at the sticky liquid now on both of them and readjusted to rest his head on Jinyoung’s chest.

“Bam, he loves me.”

BamBam scooted closer to the pair, wearing a matching grin, “I heard.”

Yugyeom rolled his eyes, “Stop acting like that about it, it’s not the first time I’ve said it.”

“It’s the first time you’ve said it to me,” Jinyoung beamed.

“Second,” Yugyeom sighed, “You haven’t said it back either time.”

Jinyoung blinked, “What? When was the first?”

“Blow job.”

Jinyoung racked his brain, pulling a blank. All he remembers being said afterwards was when Yugyeom had another freakout and started crying. It couldn’t have been while he was crying could it? Jinyoung was so panicked then that most of what Yugyeom said went unheard.

“Oh,” Jinyoung responded dumbly, pouting as he tried to recall the conversation.

Yugyeom hummed again, lips twitching downwards, eyes closed to try and appear unbothered. BamBam flicked the side of Jinyoung’s head, Jinyoung looking over at him in annoyance. BamBam rolled his eyes, motioning towards Yugyeom. Jinyoung’s heart rate spiked when he looked down at the younger, a hand coming to rest in his hair. He tugged on the strands, Yugyeom following the motion and lifting his head to meet Jinyoung’s eyes.

“I love you.”

Yugyeom broke out into a grin, he quickly buried his face in Jinyoung’s chest to hide it, mumbling against the skin, “Yeah, love you too.”

Jinyoung tossed another grin at BamBam, who was staring fondly at the youngest. He grinned back, climbing atop the other two. An arm and a leg thrown over Yugyeom, and his head resting on the other side of Jinyoung’s chest, BamBam decided he was comfortable and settled.

“Love you,” He bumped his nose against Yugyeom’s.

“Love you too,” Yugyeom’s voice was heavy from exhaustion, a smile still displayed on his lips.

Soon Yugyeom was snoring lightly, BamBam adjusted to sit next to Jinyoung. Jinyoung pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I told you it’d work out,” BamBam spoke quietly.

“I trusted you the whole time,” Jinyoung grinned.

BamBam smiled fondly, “I know I tend to joke around a lot cause I’m bad at expressing things, but I’m really glad you found us. You made our lives so much better and not even just financially. I feel more loved than I ever believed I would or deserved to be.”

Jinyoung’s heart pounded, echoing in his ears, “You deserve so much more, I’m so thankful for you guys. You have no idea how miserable I was before I met you two.”

“You were miserable enough to pay someone to sleep with you once a week.”

“Fuck off,” Jinyoung groaned, shifting away.

Yugyeom stirred, both the older men falling silent until he settled. BamBam laid back down, head tucked into Jinyoung’s shoulder.

“I love you, no matter how much of a pathetic rich gay you were.”

Jinyoung rolled his eyes, but pressed a kiss to the crown of BamBam’s head,”I love you too.”