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"Doyoung honey, can I speak with you for a second?" Taeyong asked, tugging on Doyoung"s shirt sleeve.
Doyoung tipped his head to the members he was speaking to and followed Taeyong into an empty area of the studio. They were in the middle of a photoshoot, and Doyoung thought Taeyong was styled especially well today. He had clothes that revealed all the right parts and eye makeup that made his gaze fiercer than it already was.
"I"ve been talking with Yuta. We were wondering if we could play with you together."
Doyoung brought his gaze back up to Taeyong"s eyes, it having slipped down his body. He took a moment to contextualize "play". He responded with, "Oh. Okay. Sure. When?"
"Tonight."
Doyoung swallowed down the excitement that tingled through him. He fought against glancing back at the others, both wanting to see Yuta and wanting to make sure nobody could hear them. "Okay." He said simply.
Taeyong smirked, seeing right past Doyoung"s facade.
"But," he interjected, catching Doyoung"s sleeve when he tried to turn away. "Did you know he"s a virgin?"
"A what?"
"Shh, shh, baby," Taeyong waved at Doyoung like he was trying to turn his volume down, "That wasn"t entirely the truth. I shouldn"t have said that. He"s had sex, just not with a man. He wants to know how to bottom."
Doyoung glanced back, and made eye contact with Yuta immediately. Yuta must"ve known what Taeyong was doing, because he shyly crossed his arms and looked at his feet.
Taeyong turned Doyoung"s head with a finger on his jaw. "You"re judging, sweetheart?"
Doyoung"s eyes widened, now realizing how he looked. "No, no, I"m just… surprised. He… yeah. Surprised."
Taeyong"s mouth twitched in a smirk. "We need a top, and I know you"ll be good with him. I want him to watch, practice some. Is that okay?"
Doyoung nodded without thinking. He didn"t mind threesomes, but didn"t seek them out. Nonetheless, Doyoung was looking forward to it.
"Don"t get too eager. We have all day." Taeyong told him, reading his mind again. He walked away with a pat to Doyoung"s butt.
Doyoung hoped his makeup hid his blush.
The day went smoothly, Yuta being able to meet Doyoung"s eye soon enough and Doyoung"s conscious acting turning into a natural ease around Yuta.
The three had ended up separating as the day went on. It let Doyoung loosen up a little; he still kept himself in check so it wasn"t obvious what he was thinking about, but now he wasn"t self-conscious being around the people who were in-the-know. Near the end of his schedules, he texted Taeyong asking which apartment they would be at. Taeyong told him Doyoung"s own, and Doyoung"s mind immediately went to the three of them sleeping together in his big, comfy bed, close and warm and loving. If anything didn"t go as planned, he"d still enjoy being with them for the night.
Once Doyoung was home, he freshened up and set out towels, lube, and condoms. He was chubbing up now that he allowed himself to, images and scenes running through his brain. He made sure his apartment was presentable and only had a few minutes of downtime before a knock sounded at his door.
Taeyong and Yuta were there together. Yuta, still shy, stood slightly behind Taeyong, body angled more towards Taeyong than the door. At the same time, Doyoung thought it was adorable and was concerned for his enthusiasm to do this.
"Sweetie," Taeyong greeted, kissing Doyoung"s cheek as he entered. Yuta was next, holding Taeyong"s hand. Doyoung closed the door behind them.
"Your day go well?" Taeyong asked. He kept Yuta"s hand.
Doyoung needed to make Yuta more comfortable, so he touched him as he spoke with Taeyong, rubbing his shoulder or playing with the back of his hair. "Yeah. The normal. You?" he asked, looking at both of them.
"Me, too." Taeyong said, and Yuta nodded along. Yuta looked more comfortable, his posture more relaxed and not standing pressed against Taeyong.
"Ready to get started, then?" Taeyong asked.
Doyoung told him yes, then they both looked to Yuta. Yuta hesitated a mere second, but it was too long for Doyoung.
"I"m sure Taeyong has made it clear, but we don"t have to do this." Doyoung told him, tucking his long hair behind his ear.
"I want to." Yuta said quietly.
Doyoung kissed his forehead. "You"re brave for this. And you picked a good person. Taeyong is…" Doyoung glanced at Taeyong, trying to find words that wouldn"t embarrass himself, "he"s good. Knowledgeable."
Taeyong smirked and Yuta breathed a laugh. Doyoung"s face bloomed warm.
"What about you?" Yuta asked, touching Doyoung"s arm. "Are you a good choice?"
Doyoung laughed out of awkwardness. "Uh, well, Taeyong chose me, so…"
"Mhmm. For a reason." Taeyong said, an almost imperceptible warning in his tone.
Doyoung nodded once, trying to reassure him. He felt a bit pressured, but more grateful they chose him out of the many options. He felt special.
"Taeyong said you"ll be gentle with me." Yuta said quietly.
Doyoung"s heart ached. "Yeah, baby, I will. I don"t think I could be rough if I tried." He chuckled.
"I know." Taeyong said, and it wasn"t bitter nor thankful, just matter-of-fact. "Are we ready?"
They were. Doyoung led the way to his room, and for whatever reason, got embarrassed he already set everything up. He didn"t like seeming eager. The two saw, but didn"t say anything, and got on the bed. Doyoung did as well. If he was with anybody but Taeyong, he would"ve taken the lead by now. But since he was, he waited. Taeyong wouldn"t be considered dominant in the BDSM realm, but he always knew what he wanted and he always got what he wanted. He was even less of a sub, though he often used his doe eyes and pouty lips to ask for things. He did it for fun, really. Nobody would deny him.
Doyoung, on the other hand, was neither. He could control a scene if he needed to. He doesn"t recall ever begging for anything. Maybe a service top, in the loosest sense, because he liked putting his partner before himself (to an extent). Vanilla. Plain. He"s thought about exploring kink, but nothing really stood out to him. He didn"t mind.
Yuta was a mystery, though. Doyoung has never played with him. It sounded like Yuta hasn"t played with anybody. Doyoung wasn"t going to hastily call him a sub just because he was shy, that wouldn"t make sense. It was better for him to start plain, anyway.
"Can I start by riding you, honey?" Taeyong asked, hand in Doyoung"s hair.
"Start?" Doyoung questioned. He was barely hard.
"Oh, excuse me. I"m getting ahead of myself. Once we get to it, can we start with riding? Then you can show him how you fuck." Taeyong explained.
"Oh—yeah, of course." Doyoung nodded, a bit rushed. Taeyong smiled and scooted closer to kiss him. It was softer than Doyoung was expecting, then Taeyong set his hand on his thigh. Doyoung had changed into sweatpants, and he could feel the warmth of Taeyong"s skin through the thin fabric.
Doyoung tilted to check on Yuta. Taeyong moved to Doyoung"s jaw and his neck, lips gentle and tongue soft. Yuta was sitting on his calves, hands in his lap, waiting (and watching) patiently. Doyoung looked his body over. He"s seen him shirtless and already knew he liked him, but what anything looked like past loose boxers was unknown.
In Taeyong"s ear, Doyoung whispered, "He hasn"t done anything with a man? Not even a handjob?"
"He says nothing." Taeyong answered. He kissed below Doyoung"s ear before moving away. "Yuta, sugar, what are you thinking about?"
Yuta"s eyes widened. "What?"
Part of Doyoung didn"t believe Yuta has never been with a man before. They were guys, living with other guys, seeing guys all day, seeing them sweat and dance and act sexy on purpose, and he"s never done anything about it? Doyoung doubted even a straight man wouldn"t explore.
Though, Doyoung has always been comfortable with his sexuality. He had no idea if Yuta felt the same himself.
"What"s on your mind, hun? I know you have fantasies." Taeyong said. Yuta looked down and fiddled with his fingers. Taeyong moved to him and held his hand. "Don"t be shy. Tell us what you would like."
Doyoung scooted closer, too, and held Yuta"s other hand, though he kept his gaze down in case Yuta was feeling scrutinized. Doyoung rubbed his knuckles with his thumb.
"I wanna… I wanna try to give a blowjob." Yuta mumbled. "But I also wanna get one. If I can."
"Of course, baby. Those aren"t big asks at all. Do you have someone in mind?" Taeyong asked.
Yuta shook his head.
"Do you mind if I see you on Doyoung?" Taeyong asked.
Yuta shrugged. Taeyong had Doyoung lay down, and Doyoung took off his bottoms. Yuta"s eyes were glued to his cock even as he moved into position. Doyoung pumped himself to get fully hard, watching Yuta watch him. Taeyong caught Doyoung"s eye, smirking. Yuta has definitely never been with a man before.
"Doyoung will stop touching himself, then you can, okay? Stroke him like you would yourself."
Doyoung took his hand away, mildly irritated at the indirect order. Yuta then hovered his hands over Doyoung"s thighs, light and hesitant enough to tickle. He finally placed them down and slid closer to Doyoung"s cock. His lips were parted, and Doyoung was worried he"d drool if he didn"t close his mouth. Yuta kept one hand on Doyoung"s hip and slowly, very slowly, wrapped the other around Doyoung"s dick.
"There, good. Look at me, baby. You"re okay. This is okay." Taeyong assured him.
Yuta nodded, biting his lip and swallowing thickly. He looked back to his hand and made a cautious pump. Doyoung tried to make eye contact with Taeyong, wanting to telepathically ask if there was anything he should know, but Taeyong only gifted him with a glance and a small nod. Doyoung assumed there was something deeper here, but trusted Taeyong"s judgment.
"Keep going. A lot of men are quiet, so you have to either watch for body language or just ask. Both, preferably. Doyoung will be sure to be vocal for you, though." Taeyong said.
Yuta looked at him, and Doyoung gave a reassuring smile and nod. Again, annoying that Taeyong was telling him what to do, but he understood why. Yuta needed stability, and limiting options built a good foundation.
"Do you want your mouth on it now?" Taeyong asked.
Yuta nodded, leaning back. Taeyong shuffled closer, on the outside of Doyoung"s leg, and began to coach.
"Wait," Doyoung interrupted. They looked at him. Doyoung returned Yuta"s eye contact. "Can you take your shirt off?"
Yuta grinned to himself and nodded. He slipped it off and tossed it to the floor. Doyoung took a second to stare. He loved his tattoos and was in love with his belly button piercing. He wanted to lick it. He wanted to cum on it.
"Maybe if I take mine off, too, he"ll eye-fuck me like he did with you." Taeyong stage-whispered, and he took his off.
Doyoung chuckled, and Yuta laughed and shook his head, shy once more. Doyoung had an open invitation to stare at Taeyong, though, and he readily took it. He loved his tattoos, too. They were all so pretty.
"Okay. Just get your lips on it. Kiss his tip, lick a little." Taeyong returned to instructing.
Surprisingly, Yuta was more confident in this than merely having his hand on him. He was still hesitant, naturally, taking multiple seconds to even lean down, but once close enough, he set his lips on the tip of Doyoung"s cock, his tongue at his slit. Doyoung sighed in relief. Yuta looked up at him, which only made things worse. He shifted under him.
"Look, you"re already doing so well. Go a bit further, take in his cockhead and suck. Gently."
Yuta did. Doyoung couldn"t help but gasp. He hasn"t gotten blown in a while, and Yuta"s innocence was getting to him. He didn"t want to corrupt him, that wasn"t why; he liked Yuta"s bright eyes as he took in new information and how soft all of his touches were. It was refreshing.
"Good. Now, using your hands as you blow is very useful. Especially if you"re new to it or have a sensitive gag reflex, things like that. Stroke him as you suck."
Yuta staying on his head was getting him oversensitive, but Doyoung said nothing. He didn"t want to ruin this, for Yuta or himself. Yuta using his hand helped distribute the pleasure. He let out a satisfied moan and closed his eyes, but only for a second, needing to watch. Yuta has kept his eyes on Doyoung nearly this whole time.
"See, you"re so good. So, the core of a blowjob is moving your head up and down along their length. This"ll take practice for you to be comfortable with. Now, I don"t want you pushing yourself. Not even a little bit. If you start to gag, move. Don"t try to test your limits. Not yet."
Yuta nodded without leaving Doyoung"s dick. Doyoung refrained from tangling his fingers in his hair. Yuta did what he was told, bobbing his head, making Doyoung moan loudly. He threw his head back even if Yuta was moving in millimeters.
Taeyong moved to him and mumbled in his ear, "You don"t have to fake it that much."
"No, fuck—" Doyoung tried. His poor choice of words made Yuta spring off of him, but he immediately waved him back on. Yuta did, though slowly. "Look at him. Fuck."
Taeyong smiled. He reached to ruffle Yuta"s hair. Yuta obediently continued his job, a bit faster now. Taeyong snaked his hand to Doyoung"s groin, Doyoung"s cock between his thumb and first finger, his palm warm on Doyoung"s skin. Doyoung groaned at the scene in front of him. He brought Taeyong"s face to him to kiss, this one a lot hungrier than the first. Taeyong quickly matched his pace, soon panting between kisses, their lips becoming rosy and slick. Taeyong pushed his hand up Doyoung"s shirt at an infuriatingly contradictory speed to their mouths. He stopped at a pec and groped it.
"And, Yuta, baby, switch up what you do. Go back to the head sometimes. Take a break and use your hand. Use your tongue only." Taeyong told him, not even looking at him. He dipped down and licked across Doyoung"s nipple.
Doyoung choked out a moan. He took deep breaths, trying to calm down, and checked on Yuta. Yuta was sitting up, stroking him fast, jaw dropped again as he watched Taeyong on Doyoung. Doyoung gave a breathless chuckle. The sound broke Yuta out of his trance, and he dove back down to his cock. He listened to Taeyong"s advice.
Taeyong sat up and pet Yuta"s hair. "Jaw hurt yet?" he asked, also out of breath.
Yuta nodded slightly, his lips brushing against Doyoung"s tip.
Taeyong gestured for him to get up. He then pounced on Yuta, pinning him to the bed at his wrists and straddling his waist. He pitched downwards, seeming to go in for a hard kiss, but stopped a breath away. Taeyong kissed him gently. Doyoung watched Yuta physically relax as Taeyong released his wrists and slid his hands down his forearms, then up his sides and to his chest. Yuta arched into him and held Taeyong"s hips. The way he was reacting, Doyoung would"ve thought he"s never been kissed before. That wasn"t true, but it was true he"s never been kissed by Taeyong.
Taeyong sat up, leaving Yuta chasing after him. Yuta slumped back to the bed and caught his breath.
"You want to get your dick sucked, is that right?" Taeyong asked, crawling backwards over Yuta"s body.
Yuta nodded hurriedly.
Doyoung sat up to watch. Taeyong trailed kisses down Yuta"s tummy before pushing down his clothes. Yuta laid, hands near his head and his chest rising and falling dramatically. Doyoung was grateful Taeyong took a second to look at him, as he jumped on the opportunity to do the same. Yuta"s cock was average length, but it was smooth and curved in a pretty way, and Doyoung knew Taeyong would have fun with it. He"d have no problem deepthroating him.
And Taeyong did. Yuta gasped when Taeyong took him down, his hand flying to Taeyong"s head. He ran shaky fingers through his hair. Taeyong stayed on him for a few seconds, nose pressed to his hair, before sitting up to get to work. Doyoung watched Yuta more than Taeyong, loving his expressions. The knit of his brow, his lip between his teeth, his gasps and groans. Doyoung swore he heard a whine once.
He had to move closer. He rubbed Yuta"s belly and chest, playing with his nipples at times. He gently fingered his piercing, loving how it sparkled. He intertwined their fingers with his free hand.
"Taeyong," Yuta squeaked.
Taeyong sat up. "Yes, angel?"
Yuta took deep breaths. He squeezed Doyoung"s hand before propping himself up on his elbows. "I can"t…"
"Can"t what, baby? I need full sentences. I don"t want to assume anything." Taeyong said.
Yuta sank back to the bed and found Doyoung"s hand again. "Can"t… can"t continue. Gonna cum." He said quietly.
Both Taeyong and Doyoung smiled. Taeyong pressed a kiss to the feather on Yuta"s hip. He crawled back up to kiss his forehead, then asked, "Do you want to rest for a bit and watch Doyoung finger-fuck me?"
Doyoung"s whole body warmed. Yuta merely nodded. Taeyong got off the bed to drop his pants, then laid in one of the few empty areas on the bed. He positioned himself on his back and drew his knees up. Doyoung tore his eyes away only for long enough to get the lube. He messily squirted some onto his fingers.
"Doyoung"s good at this. He goes nice and slow." Taeyong said to Yuta. Yuta had gotten up to sit next to them. "I"ll tell you what he does so you know what it should feel like."
Doyoung looked down to hide his grin, proud of himself. He won"t be forgetting this comment for a while. Doyoung bit his lip to make himself focus and slid a finger over Taeyong"s hole. He rubbed him for a moment to warm the lube.
"Any time he changes whatever he"s doing, he warns you. Not verbally, most of the time, but teasing what he"s about to do. For example, now he"s pressing on my hole before he enters. And when he does enter, it"s—it"s slow."
Doyoung smirked, hearing Taeyong"s voice waver. He tried not to overanalyze himself and do what he usually did, since it was apparent Taeyong liked it. He thrusted his middle finger all the way in and all the way out, slow like Taeyong said.
"Have you fingered yourself, sweetie?"
Doyoung looked to Yuta to see him bright red. He held back a laugh. To his surprise, Yuta nodded—though it was accompanied with a "sort-of" hand gesture.
"Okay, good. It"s easy to know what you like, but hard for someone else to, yeah? Don"t hesitate to ask for them to do something, change something, stop something. Just don"t be afraid to talk, okay? Your partner should care about how you feel."
Yuta nodded again.
"Any questions yet?"
"Um…" Yuta started. "Do we… do we wear condoms?"
Doyoung and Taeyong told him yes at the same time.
Yuta nodded to himself. Doyoung pulled his finger out, and Taeyong began to narrate again:
"He"s going to add a second finger now, and I know because he pulled out and is rubbing me with two. And he pushes in slowly again." Taeyong said, closing his eyes. "By this time he usually finds my prostate."
Doyoung was in the middle of trying to. He did soon enough, pressing on Taeyong"s walls and sliding his fingers over the spot, up and down and in circles. Taeyong was quick to get noisy.
"And—and, shit… yeah. Doyoung"s good because he doesn"t stay on it all—all the time. Most people are too sensitive for that. S-starts slow and goes faster when I"ve shown I"m ready."
Doyoung was still slow so far. He thrusted his entire fingers so he"d only hit Taeyong"s prostate at points, like Taeyong wanted.
"Doyoung…" Yuta started.
"Yes, baby?"
"Can I see?"
"Of course." Doyoung said, scooting over to make room.
Yuta knelt next to Doyoung and watched his fingers sink in and out of Taeyong"s ass. Doyoung rubbed Taeyong"s thigh as he studied Yuta. He waited for Yuta to notice with no luck. He nudged his nose into his cheek, and finally Yuta turned. They kissed softly. Doyoung"s hands faltered, but he didn"t care. Kissing Yuta for the first time deserved his full attention.
"Doyoung," Yuta whispered.
Yuta kissed like he wouldn"t be able to ever again.
"I want you to do that to me." Yuta confessed.
Doyoung grinned. These two were bad for his ego. But he said, "You might have to ask Taeyong. He seems to have plans for you."
Yuta nodded. He looked at Taeyong, but Doyoung kept his gaze on him. Doyoung pressed onto Taeyong"s walls again and dimly heard a moan, too captivated by Yuta.
Taeyong snapped his fingers at Doyoung. Doyoung whipped to him, meeting a glare. "You like him, I know, but you"re supposed to be prepping me."
Doyoung didn"t feel like apologizing. He added a third finger, though, knowing Taeyong liked things big. He went to work, getting Taeyong loud and stretching him well. Yuta gathered the courage to touch Taeyong, his hands gliding around his thighs and waist, and Doyoung suggested he play with his balls, but not his cock, to get him needy. Yuta didn"t do too much with them, most likely not knowing what would feel good, but that just made Taeyong desperate.
"Okay, okay," Taeyong started, waving them away. He set his legs down and regained his breath. "After… after you"re prepped, you should feel really good. Nice and relaxed. If you thought you were ready but you start fucking and it hurts, stop and go back. Nothing should hurt during sex."
Yuta nodded. "Yes, sir. I—uh, yeah. Yes."
Taeyong smirked at him. He sat up on his elbows. "Did I hear you want to be fingered, too?"
"I"d like that." Yuta murmured.
Taeyong sat up. "You prepared yourself like I told you?"
Yuta nodded, blushing bright.
"Good. Lay down." Taeyong said, moving so Yuta could lay where he was. He then sat behind him and set his head in his lap. Taeyong pet his hair as he said, "Just be sure to say something if you"re uncomfortable. We won"t be upset if we need to stop."
Doyoung nodded when Yuta looked at him. He added more lube, then kept eye contact when he pressed his fingers to his hole. Yuta gasped quietly. Doyoung did what he did earlier, rubbing him before pushing in. He entered even slower than usual, but still went all the way. Yuta"s breathing was a bit labored and his gaze was stuck on Doyoung"s hand.
Once Yuta"s breathing had evened out, Doyoung added a second finger. When he pressed to find his prostate, Yuta moaned openly, a deep, throaty sound. He then slapped a hand over his mouth.
Taeyong took it from him, loosely holding both of his wrists. "No, angel, you sound so good. Be loud for us. Please?"
His head was down, but Doyoung knew he was using his puppy-dog eyes. Yuta bit his lip and nodded. His eyes stayed on Taeyong as he let out a breathy moan. Doyoung pressed harder, maybe on accident, maybe on purpose, and Yuta"s jaw dropped in a high-pitched moan. His hands twitched to hide himself again, but Taeyong held steady. Taeyong was smiling.
Doyoung set his other hand on Yuta"s thigh, squeezing him, then slid down to the base of his cock, his fingers spread across his groin and his thumb on his taint. He pressed there, making Yuta gasp.
"I"m gonna go to three, baby, to make sure you"re stretched well." Doyoung told him. And he did, squeezing in his index finger and pausing so Yuta could get used to the feeling.
"So well, darling, doing so well." Taeyong murmured, petting Yuta"s hair.
Yuta glanced between the two of them, then groaned and closed his eyes. He squirmed. Doyoung took that as impatience, so he picked his thrusts back up. He angled towards Yuta"s prostate right away, trying to overpower any lingering sting with pleasure. Yuta moaned, and Doyoung realized his noises were getting more fragile by the minute.
"Ready?" Doyoung asked, looking at both Yuta and Taeyong.
"Feeling good, sweetie? No discomfort at all?" Taeyong asked.
Yuta nodded, breathless. "Good."
Doyoung took his fingers out then. He rubbed him one last time, mostly for himself, liking the feeling of a warm hole he knew was for him, then moved away. Taeyong helped Yuta sit up, and he kissed him shortly.
"Doyoung"s going to let me ride him now, and I"ll show you how it"s done." Taeyong said.
Yuta nodded, his eyes hazy and his hair messy. Doyoung almost wished they could skip the riding and go straight to fucking Yuta, but it"d be pointless to challenge Taeyong. He laid back and rolled on a condom once Taeyong handed him one.
Yuta sat close to Doyoung"s side. He hovered his hand over Doyoung"s waist. Doyoung realized what he wanted when he pawed at his shirt, and he undressed for him. Yuta stared at his chest.
"Ready?"
Yuta perked up like he was torn from a daydream. Taeyong smirked as he squeezed lube onto Doyoung"s cock. He lined up and sank down, his eyes fluttering closed and Doyoung letting out a sigh. He missed this.
"Just straddle them and sit on their dick; you can go as slow as you need to." Taeyong shifted to get more comfortable, putting his whole weight on him. Doyoung pursed his lips to stifle a moan, not wanting to interrupt him. "It"s not so much of an up-and-down like you"d think, but more back-and-forth."
Yuta nodded, watching intently. Taeyong set his hands on Doyoung"s chest and began to fuck himself. Doyoung moaned lowly. He placed his hand on one of Taeyong"s, wanting him closer.
"Grinding is great. You know how to grind."
Yuta blushed. Taeyong"s dancing skills worked heavily in his favor when he rode, his hips doing wonders for both Doyoung and himself, Doyoung"s cock no doubt already on his prostate. Taeyong gave a weak moan, his head dipping down. He then sat up, his hands trailing down to Doyoung"s tummy. Doyoung felt lucky, being able to see the scene before him.
"I"ve found it"s easier to use your hips more than your knees. Wanna try, baby?" Taeyong asked.
Yuta"s eyes wavered, nervous. "Um… no, not right now. Is that okay?"
"That"s okay, but this isn"t. Be assertive. I"m going to be angry with you if you let anyone pressure you into something you don"t want. Especially one of us."
Yuta nodded, looking down. Taeyong tilted his head up by his chin and ruffled his hair. "You"re okay, baby. Communication is just so important."
"Doyoung"s okay, too?" Taeyong continued, looking at him.
Doyoung nodded. It was heartwarming to see their interaction: Taeyong being so kind and conscientious. It made him proud, even if they weren"t partners and didn"t play with each other too often.
"You"re okay?" Doyoung asked.
Taeyong smiled and nodded. He leaned down to kiss him. Doyoung groaned at the movement, Taeyong having stopped moving as he spoke with Yuta. Taeyong grinned against him. He picked back up a slow grind. Doyoung held his head and moaned into his mouth. He knew Taeyong could ride better than this, and was getting impatient waiting to cum. Yet he stayed quiet. Yuta needed this.
Taeyong switched to Yuta, dragging him closer to kiss him. They were loud, sucking and gasping and grunting. Taeyong was still grinding. Yuta put his hand on Doyoung"s belly for balance.
"Taeyong…" Doyoung tried. He squeezed his hips tightly.
Taeyong smiled and looked at him. "You can last longer, can"t you?"
Doyoung shook his head. Not at all. Their hands were warm against him, a soothing, loving feeling, Taeyong"s weight on him felt comforting, their kisses sounded so lewd, Taeyong"s hole was hot and wet and tight—
"Taeyong," Doyoung choked.
Taeyong chuckled, but got off of him. He and Yuta watched Doyoung"s cock twitch and leak, but Doyoung was clenching his fists and screwing his eyes shut trying to distract himself.
"Fine, then. Will you be able to behave yourself if Yuta lets you fuck him?" Taeyong asked.
Doyoung"s first thought was no, but one look at Yuta made him pause. His eyes still held bright, eager innocence. He couldn"t break him. He could never.
So Doyoung nodded, finally settling down. Yuta bit his lip and glanced away. They moved so Yuta was on his back again, and Doyoung knelt between his legs. He changed out into a new condom, next drizzling lube on himself. Yuta was breathing deeply, his eyes unsteady, his fingers fidgeting. He was nervous.
Doyoung rubbed Yuta"s thighs. "Hey, hey, baby—we can stop now. It"s okay. Don"t force yourself."
Yuta nodded like he knew, but didn"t calm down. "I want to." He insisted.
Doyoung"s hands traveled up Yuta"s front. He caressed his cheek, suddenly filled with adoration, and leaned to kiss him. Yuta looped his arms around Doyoung"s shoulders to keep him close. Doyoung slipped his hand back down to Yuta"s tummy. He touched his piercing. Currently, it was a silver bar with pink heart jewels.
"Do you like it?" Yuta smiled.
"I love it." Doyoung murmured. "Wanna paint it white."
Yuta took a second to understand, then his lips parted in a silent gasp and he stared at Doyoung. Doyoung smirked, sitting up.
"I know it"s scary, honey, even if you want it. Doyoung will go slow, and we can stop at any time. Don"t hesitate to speak up." Taeyong told him, hand in Yuta"s hair.
"I"m ready." Yuta said, determined. He took both Taeyong"s and Doyoung"s hands to hold.
Doyoung squeezed him as he pushed in. Yuta"s jaw dropped and his brow furrowed, but Taeyong asked if he was okay before Doyoung could, and Yuta responded with a hasty nod. Doyoung paused when he bottomed out. He wasn"t huge, but still bigger than his fingers. He wanted to wait until Yuta said he could move.
"Why"d you stop?" Yuta breathed.
Doyoung laughed. It seemed Yuta"s question was genuine, though, by his concerned expression. Doyoung balanced himself with his hands on either side of Yuta"s waist and began to thrust. He used his whole length, but, again, stayed slow.
In just a few minutes, Yuta got Doyoung"s attention by saying his name.
"Yeah, baby?" Doyoung answered.
"You can go harder. I want it."
Doyoung faltered to a stop, because if he didn"t, he"d take Yuta"s words and run with them. He settled his breathing and nodded. Taeyong was smirking at the two of them, but Doyoung ignored him. Yuta, in his entirety, was paramount.
Doyoung went a bit faster and a bit harder, and he tried not to worry too much about Yuta. He wanted to listen to him and make him feel as good as possible. It was difficult in this situation, with Yuta basically being a virgin, but Doyoung wanted to be a good top for him. Yuta deserved a perfect first time.
Yuta had already been a bit noisy, but got significantly louder (and whiny) when Doyoung angled towards his prostate. He scrambled at Doyoung"s arms, squeezing his biceps and his forearms, unable to choose one spot. He was squirming, his legs wavering and his back arching. Heat was pooling in Doyoung"s tummy, and he was worried he"d cum before Yuta.
"Tell me when you"re close." Taeyong told Yuta.
"Close." Yuta whispered.
Taeyong wrapped his hand around Yuta"s cock and jerked him off. Yuta whimpered and trembled. Doyoung hadn"t expected him to get like this, needy and whiny, but he definitely wasn"t complaining. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Taeyong touching himself.
They came within seconds of each other. Yuta first, Doyoung second, and Taeyong last. Yuta spasmed through his, almost to the point Doyoung got worried he was already overstimulated. He then couldn"t worry, couldn"t think, when his climax surged through him. It was a relief, yet he was regretful; this meant they were done, and Doyoung wanted to see more. Taeyong"s small moans as he came onto Yuta"s tummy helped somewhat.
"Fuck," Doyoung sighed, pulling out. "I didn"t cum on you."
Yuta didn"t react, but Taeyong chuckled.
"I did. Not sure if it hit his belly button, but that"s probably for the best." Taeyong said, grazing his fingers over Yuta"s skin as he surveyed his work.
It wasn"t the same, but Doyoung would have to settle. Yuta was still quiet, so Doyoung shuffled closer to check on him. He brushed his hair out of his face and was glad to see he was still breathing.
"Are you okay, baby?" Doyoung asked quietly.
Yuta kept his eyes closed and didn"t say anything, but he nodded.
"You were great. Seriously, Yuta. I"m so proud of you." Taeyong told him.
Yuta swallowed thickly before getting something out along the lines of, "Good teacher."
Taeyong grinned. He pecked Yuta"s forehead, then his lips, and stayed there for a moment, kissing him sweetly. Yuta managed to sit up once Taeyong moved away. He rubbed his face and tilted his head back to rest on the headboard.
Doyoung was content with Yuta"s answer, having seen his bottoms get worn-out like this sometimes. If anything, his lack of energy just meant Doyoung did a good job.
"I"m sorry if your hips hurt. I feel missionary is good to start with." Taeyong said. His hand was rubbing Yuta"s arm, sometimes going to his chest.
"S"okay." Yuta slurred. "I liked… looking."
Doyoung smiled. That"s why he liked missionary, too: being able to see his bottom"s reactions and make eye contact and kiss and talk.
"Good, then. We"re not leaving, okay? We"ll all drink some water and get changed, and we can sleep here with Doyoung. Right, baby?" Taeyong said.
"Of course." Doyoung answered. They looked at each other, though Doyoung"s eyes soon left Taeyong"s, taking their time to travel down his body.
Taeyong noticed. They met in the middle, sharing a kiss over Yuta. They understood their appreciation for each other without having to say it.
"I get to sleep here?" Yuta said, meek but hopeful.
Doyoung moved to give Yuta a short kiss. "Of course you do. Don"t let your top leave you right away, got that?"
Yuta nodded. Taeyong left the room and returned with water bottles for each of them. He made Yuta drink at least half of his before allowing them to get up and wipe off and redress. Taeyong didn"t let Yuta get up, actually, he and Doyoung cleaned him themselves. They got into their preferred style of pajamas: Doyoung in a shirt and shorts and Taeyong topless and Yuta bottomless. Which, of course, all came from Doyoung"s wardrobe, including the underwear. That made it better, in Doyoung"s opinion. They settled down with Yuta in the middle.
"Promise you"re okay?" Taeyong asked.
"I"m okay." Yuta said, and Doyoung knew he was smiling even if the lights were off. "I"m good. Really good. Thank you. Both of you."
Doyoung placed a kiss on Yuta"s shoulder. He and Taeyong had their arms draped over Yuta"s waist, and Doyoung held Taeyong"s bicep. This was indescribably better than Doyoung had pictured earlier, them laying together, and he was happy as he fell asleep.