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I. 

“Cheers!” Hanbin shouted, clinking his shot glass against his bandmates’. The nine of them erupted in celebration, vodka sloshing onto their hands as the jerky movement of thrusting the cups into the air caused displacement. Hanbin made a face as the sharp liquid slid down his throat but couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he watched the 7 other members knock the drink back with joy lighting up their expressions. 

After another successful award show, the band couldn’t help but go out and commemorate their success. Finding the closest, most popular club, they piled into one booth in the corner and instantly filled the table with different orders of mixed drinks and straight spirits. None of them were particularly lightweights (other than Hao), but the sheer amount of alcohol on the table was enough to kill a small Victorian child. Easily. 

They finally had a few days off, a congratulations from their company after officially getting the Rookie Grand Slam. And, after having to participate in the damn Temperance Movement for months straight, not allowed to be drunk or hungover for both publicity and success, they deserved to get absolutely wasted tonight.

At one point, Hanbin had lost count of the amount of shots that had been shoved into his face. Hao was leaning against his side, face red and lips wrapped around the straw of a frozen margarita that Hanbin was pretty sure was his fourth or fifth. Jiwoong and Matthew were apparently brown liquor connoisseurs, as they had only ordered different whiskies the entire night, discussing the different “notes on their palette” or whatever the hell that meant. On the opposite end of the spectrum were Ricky and Taerae, the former knocking back strawberry daiquiris and cosmopolitans like they were water and the latter sipping a drink so bright and colorful it looked like toxic waste. They drank like Los Angeles party girls out on the town, which was pretty on brand, actually. Gunwook and Gyuvin flitted between shots of tequila one order and beer on tap the next. Yujin, as to not feel as left out, had a large glass of apple juice in front of him. 

Hanbin wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they entered the club. The intoxication was really getting to him now, his thoughts wobbly and concept of time destroyed. They had ordered food for the table as an attempt to fill their stomachs with something other than straight alcohol, but it didn’t seem to be doing much to curb the effects of the shots. Hanbin, with nothing to lose and already pretty drunk, picked up another glass in the center and tossed the drink into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gyuvin looking at him, eyes locked on his throat as he swallowed. Hanbin turned to him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, having to shout over the music even though they were only a few feet from each other. 

Gyuvin just nodded, giving him a light smile. “Don’t get too wasted, Bin.” 

Hanbin gave him a silly salute. Gyuvin snorted. 

Ricky nudged against his boyfriend’s arm, pulling Gyuvin away from his conversation with Hanbin. He whispered something into the brunette’s ear, then tilted his head away from the table. Gyuvin pressed a kiss to Ricky’s forehead, then stood up and slid out of his seat. Ricky followed, hand linked with Gyuvin’s. 

“We’re going to the bathroom,” the blonde shouted toward the table. “Be right back!” 

A few of them let out noises of acknowledgement before Gyuvin yanked Ricky toward the restroom, the blonde stumbling over his feet and giggling as he was drug into the younger’s side. Hanbin, who’d been following them with his eyes, turned away as Gyuvin wrapped an arm around Ricky’s waist to help guide him. 

Hao poked Hanbin in the cheek once he was facing back around. “Jiwoong’s gonna go order more drinks,” he slurred, jerking his chin toward where the eldest was standing. “You want something?”

“Surprise me,” he told Jiwoong. Then, leaned over and pressed a kiss onto Hao’s lips. 

“You look cute right now,” he whispered, ignoring the “yuck!” from the other end of the table that Yujin had directed at them. 

Hao, if it was possible, turned even more red. “I’m drunk and sweaty,” he responded, deadpan.

“You always look pretty to me.”

“Sap,” Hao said, but he was laughing and blushing, so Hanbin saw it as a win. He kissed the elder again, deeper this time. Gunwook threw a french fry at his head. 

“Get a room,” Jiwoong’s voice came, along with the sound of glasses being placed down. The couple broke apart as Jiwoong handed Hanbin, you guessed it, brown liquor. 

“Old fashioned,” Jiwoong explained, sliding back into his seat. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

Hanbin did in fact like it, because he ordered two more after that one, sucking them all down with a vigor. It was only after finishing his third that he noticed the pressing matter of his bladder and excused himself from the table. 

He stumbled toward the bathroom, dizzy from the alcohol he had been continuously ingesting all night and the loud music blaring from the speakers. He pushed open the door of the restroom, not even hearing it close due to the dubstep drowning out the slamming. The bathroom was dim, the only few lights flickering and low. It did nothing to help Hanbin’s swimming vision. He was doing his best to make his way to their nearest stall when familiar voices met his ears. Somehow, Hanbin hadn’t noticed them when he entered and they hadn’t seen him either. 

Ricky and Gyuvin were leaning against the large counter at the other end of the bathroom. Ricky’s back was against the sinks with Gyuvin in front of him and not a sliver of room between their two bodies. Gyuvin’s arms were on either side of Ricky’s body, gripping the edge of the counter. Hanbin was about to call out to them but, at that exact moment, the speakers filtered in a somehow louder racket of dissonance that this club called a song. He winced, dropping his head into his palms as he attempted to curb the slamming headache making itself present. When he looked back up, it took him a minute for his eyes to adjust to the lightning, focus landing on the couple across from him again. 

Gyuvin was pressed close enough to be practically shoving his boyfriend’s lower back into the granite. Usually, Ricky’s catlike tendencies would have him batting the younger away, complaining about the bruises Gyuvin’s pressure would cause the hard counter to leave on his pale skin. However, right now, things appeared different. Ricky wasn’t pushing Gyuvin away, but rather pulling him even closer. His pretty, long fingers were tangled in Gyuvin’s hair. The brunette’s face was buried in Ricky’s neck, any words he said muffled and incoherent. There was a slight grin on Ricky’s face, the corners of his mouth upturned. It was the smile he had when he was doing something cunning, an expression similar to that of a cat about to swipe a glass off of the table and send it crashing to the floor. It was an expression that Hanbin learned to be wary of because whenever it appeared, it was a promise that Ricky was going to feed into the couple’s habit of incessant bickering and annoy the hell out of Gyuvin. It meant that nothing good was going to come out of the situation. 

Hanbin felt like a bit of a creep, standing there, watching their intimate positioning, but he seemed to lack the gene that put thought to action. He knew he should tear his eyes away, take a piss, and head back to his boyfriend and the rest of his band in the club. But knowing and doing are two different things, so Hanbin, rather than looking away, looked further. He trailed his gaze down from the couple’s heads, down the thin, stretched-out length of Ricky’s neck, down Gyuvin’s soft hair and red ears, down to Ricky’s slim shoulders, where out-of-place movement caused him to pause. 

Ricky’s arm- the one that didn’t belong to the hand tangled in the back of Gyuvin’s hair- was moving. It was moving in a rhythmic fashion, up, down, up, down, up, down. Hanbin’s drunken brain didn’t quite make the realization it should’ve. He watched in confusion, wondering why Ricky would be moving in such a strange way. He followed the movement of the blonde’s arm, up, down, up, down, up- Hanbin looked down. He sucked in a breath as he finally, finally connected the dots, thanks to the fact that he now had a perfect view of Ricky’s hand underneath Gyuvin’s waistband. Every interval, Ricky’s fist would press against the inside of his boyfriend’s pants, creating a bulge in the crotch of the material before disappearing again, clarifying exactly what Hanbin had walked in on. Ricky was giving Gyuvin a handjob. Hanbin was watching Ricky, his bandmate whose sex life he was obsessed with, jack off Gyuvin, his other bandmate whose sex life he was obsessed with. Hanbin felt like his throat was closing up, and he was pretty sure a small whimper made its way out. 

Gyuvin pulled his head up from where it was hidden, moaning loudly. 

“Fuck, Ricky. So good,” he groaned, pressing a chaste kiss against his boyfriend’s lips. 

Hanbin didn’t miss the way Ricky’s arm started moving faster. Gyuvin pressed his forehead against the blonde’s shoulder, groans tumbling from his lips. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Ricky hummed, voice coy. 

Gyuvin choked on a laugh. “Fuck you, princess.” 

Ricky pulled Gyuvin up to face him and leaned in, nipping at the younger’s lips. “Be nice, babe. Or you’re not cumming.”

“Yeah, right.” Bad response on Gyuvin’s part. 

Gyuvin winced as Ricky (Hanbin assumed) tightened his grip on the brunette’s dick, his movement pausing.

“You think I won’t?” Ricky asked, eyes narrowing. 

“Baby, move your hand. C’mon, Ricky,” Gyuvin whined.

 “Do you want to finish?” Ricky asked, voice sing-songy and sweet but tinged with a sharpness. “Or do you want me to leave you here, solid and dripping, while I go back to our table? You can tuck yourself back in your pants and try to ignore the feeling of being hard against your jeans, surrendering to having blue-balls because you know for a fact that touching yourself won’t be half as good as it is when I do it. Go see our friends and pretend like your dick isn’t leaking and you’re not tamping down the urge to fuck me against the nearest surface. Is that what you want?”

Ricky was mean. Hanbin felt off balance. The only time he had seen Ricky and Gyuvin fuck, Ricky had been face-down in a pillow, crying, blabbering, and on the edge of passing out. Gyuvin had all the power, shoving Ricky farther into the bed and harder onto his dick. This Ricky, the one threatening Gyuvin with saccharine coated words, was a complete 180 to the one that had been whining in Mandarin on the video. Distantly, Hanbin knew it made sense. When Ricky and Gyuvin argued, neither one gave up easily, even if it was over something trivial. Their constant battles for dominance were embedded in every part of their relationship. Even sex. 

Gyuvin licked up the side of Ricky’s neck, right where his tattoo was. He bit Ricky’s dangling, silver earring where it hung on his earlobe, then pressed soft kisses across Ricky’s cheek until he reached his mouth. He slammed his lips onto the blonde’s, kissing him so deeply that Ricky’s head tilted back under the pressure. Hanbin’s cheeks reddened at the way he was able to see Gyuvin’s tongue moving inside his boyfriend’s mouth, poking at Ricky’s cheeks. When the brunette pulled off, both of their chests were heaving. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Please make me cum. Please, princess. I’ll do anything, baby, please,” Gyuvin whispered against Ricky’s lips. Hanbin had to strain to hear it. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” Ricky warned. 

“Be my guest,” Gyuvin smiled. 

At that, Ricky’s arm started moving again, much faster than before. Gyuvin groaned, pulling his hands off of the countertop to wrap around Ricky’s waist. He dug his head into the blonde’s shoulder once more, a place he seemed to find comfort in. His breaths were coming out in pants through gritted teeth and Hanbin noticed with a bit of horror that he could now hear the slick squelching sounds of Ricky’s hand inside of Gyuvin’s pants. 

“Shit, Ricky,” he muttered. “Shit. Goddamnnit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Gyuvin never had much of a dirty mouth, tending to scold the other members when they cussed. (Usually, his defense was that Yujin, a baby, shouldn’t hear words like those.) But now, Gyuvin the Censorer became the very thing he sought to destroy. He cussed like a sailor, every word coming from his lips being either a variety of nicknames for Ricky or a vulgar curse word. 

“Fucking hell, Rui. I love you so much,” Gyuvin groaned. 

Ricky giggled. “Because my hand is on your dick?”

Gyuvin shook his head, forehead wiping against Ricky’s shirt. “Because your so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect, and such a good boyfriend.” 

A blush grew on Ricky’s face, his lips parting slightly. Another soft laugh tumbled from his lips. “And?”

“And you’re so fucking good with your hands, ” Gyuvin moaned, voice going deeper as he seemed to get closer to the edge. 

Hanbin’s brain, which had sobered up in the time he spent watching his friend have sex, told him that now would be a good time to leave. The devil on his shoulder told him to stay, to watch Gyuvin orgasm and see exactly what he looked like when he did. The angel opposed, pointing out very helpfully that Gyuvin and Ricky would notice Hanbin there, watching them like a pervert, once they weren’t so engrossed in each other. Thankfully, Hanbin had enough common sense to listen to angel at that moment and quietly snuck out of the bathroom. His pressing bladder, which had been the whole reason he had gone in the first place, was forgotten as he walked down the hallway and back into the club, still in a haze. 

Back at the table, Jiwoong and Gunwook were in some kind of drinking contest that Jiwoong was sure to win. Matthew and Taerae were cheering the two on, a tired Yujin sprawled across their laps. Ricky and Gyuvin’s previously occupied seats were starkly empty, half-empty drinks with melted ice and barely tucked-into food sitting there, abandoned. Zhang Hao was sipping on a margarita, a different one than he had been drinking when Hanbin left, and watching the Gunwook-Jiwoong competition with an unimpressed expression. When he noticed Hanbin coming back, he perked up. 

“You were gone for a while. What, did you drown in there or something?” He joked. 

Hanbin dropped into his seat, forgetting to acknowledge what Hao had said. His boyfriend nudged against him.

“Hey, you okay?” 

Hanbin turned to him, slowly, still a little unsteady. He nodded jerkily. 

“Um,” Hao said, articulately. “Why are you acting weird? What happened?”

“I’ll tell you at home,” Hanbin responded, voice shaky. “Just, trust me. It’s better if I tell you at home.”

Better for Hanbin, because it was hard to put any thoughts together right now. Better for Hao, because the elder would surely be a mix of jealous, horny, confused, and concerned when Hanbin told him what had happened, and all of those emotions needed to be explored within the comfort of each other instead of the grating environment of a dance club and drunk bandmates. 

Hao nodded, trusting that Hanbin knew best at the moment. He grabbed the leader’s hand in his and turned back toward where Gunwook was now trying to balance a shot of tequila on his forehead. Hanbin did his best to focus on the weight of Hao’s hand in his and the laughing of his friends around him and block out the sound of Ricky’s slim, pale, pretty fingers pumping Gyuvin’s audibly slick, hard dick. 

II. 

Hao wasn’t awkward around Ricky and Gyuvin. He wasn’t weird, or strange, or any different than he was around any of the other bandmates. Which was an impressive feat, if you take into consideration the fact that he never stops thinking about their sex life. 

After the couple had confronted Hanbin about it, then confronted Hao as well at lunch that same day, Hao was sure that the situation was done. It was completed, it was over. Hao and Hanbin could wash GyuRicky from their minds and stop feeling like creeps. 

Then, Gyuvin sent the video. 

Hao wasn’t sure what was going through his head. He wasn’t sure whether Ricky knew it happened in the moment or if Gyuvin told him after. He wasn’t sure what to even say about it. He definitely wasn’t sure how to talk to the couple about it. 

But, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, neither Gyuvin, nor Ricky had brought it up. For some reason, they just pretended it didn’t happen. Nothing changed in the way they interacted with Hanbin and Hao or each other. They never said anything about it, either. It was like the whole situation didn’t even occur. 

Hao was pretty sure that there wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t think about it. How could he not? It was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen, and it was his bandmates. There was no one else in the world that got to see Ricky and Gyuvin like that. No one other than him and Hanbin. 

So, Hanbin and Hao didn’t stop. They didn’t stop talking about Gyuvin and Ricky, they didn’t stop watching them, they didn’t stop masturbating or having sex to them, because clearly, the couple was fine with it. If not, why would they send their sex tape to them? Hao saw it as Gyuvin giving them the go-ahead to continue with what they had been doing without feeling weird about it. 

It wasn’t always that Hao and Hanbin would talk about them while fucking, but enough for it to hold importance. They still looked out for subtle things the younger couple did that would give them pointers to their sex lives and have Hao creating pornos in his head starring his bandmates. It was small stuff, it always was, because Gyuvin and Ricky acted more like a cat and a dog than a long-term couple. They were subtle with PDA and subtle with showing affection. Most of the time, Hao could be completely convinced that they weren’t actually dating, which was probably the main reason they could still hide it from the managers. The fact that his boyfriend, that Hanbin was the one to see the two of them fucking in-person, rather than Hao himself, definitely reared a bit of jealousy up inside of him. 

It didn’t matter how much detail Hanbin gave him when they got back home or how dirty Hanbin explained it while he was fucking Hao into the mattress- Hao still didn’t get to see it in-person and Hanbin did. Lucky bastard. 

Hao had tried to convince Hanbin to bring it up to them, to let them know that he had seen them, but he adamantly refused. ‘I don't want to seem like a pervert,’ Hanbin had explained. ‘I should’ve said something in the moment. Now it’s just weird.’ When Hao tried to bring up the video, Hanbin waved it away, pointing out that Gyuvin willingly sending them a sex-tape was different than Hanbin peeping in on their private moment. 

Now, a week from the incident, it was definitely too late for Hanbin to bring it up. Hao sighed, rubbing his palms over his face as he walked down the WakeOne hallway. He was in such a strange situation, one he could bet that no one else in the world had ever been in. He should thank a god that nothing detrimental had transpired out of all of this. Ricky and Gyuvin still seemed okay and comfortable with the band, and he and Hanbin, albeit stressed, were the same. He took a deep breath, then shook his head to clear his brain. 

Okay, no more thinking about this, he thought. He was heading toward the recording rooms, wanting to practice a few of his lines from their upcoming album before he had to sing it for the track. He wanted to focus and get good now so that it could be less stress on him and the producers when the real recording occurred. 

He opened the door to the studio, mildly surprised when he noticed that the lights were on. He was about to send out a text, reminding his band to stop wasting the broke company’s electricity, when he noticed Ricky. And, as expected from the inseparable couple, Gyuvin. 

Standing in the doorway, all Hao could see was that they were inside the recording booth, separated from Hao by the thick window of glass. Ricky was sitting on one of the chairs in the corner of the booth. Gyuvin was kneeling in front of him, his back to Hao. For a second, from where he was standing, Hao thought that Gyuvin was comforting him, and felt himself smile a bit from the display of affection he was seeing. Then, a step deeper inside of the studio, Hao saw that it was not, in fact, the situation that he thought it was. 

Ricky’s legs were spread around Gyuvin’s body, bare. The shorts that he had been wearing were crumpled next to him on the floor. One of his hands was gripping the hem of his long sleeve shirt, pulling it down on his thighs while the other was digging into Gyuvin’s shoulder. He tossed his head back, eyes shut tightly, an expression of pain on his face. He was saying something, lips moving rapidly, but the headphones plugged into the soundboard contained the noise instead of sending it throughout the room. 

Both of Gyuvin’s hands were between Ricky’s legs, one forcing his thigh open with a vice-grip and the other disappearing deeper. He was smiling, staring up at Ricky like the blonde had created the world and given it to Gyuvin. He was speaking too, but slower, through a curved grin. 

Hao took a few more steps. Gyuvin’s hand was moving at breakneck speed, arm practically vibrating. Hao, who now had a better angle, saw exactly where Gyuvin’s fingers were- inside of Ricky. The blonde seemed to be doing his best to close his legs, to trap Gyuvin’s hand and hopefully stop the jackhammering motion, but to no avail. Gyuvin kept his thighs apart with one hand, shoving them back open whenever the space got too slim for his tastes. 

Hao eyed the headphones in front of him. Going against every nerve in his body, every inkling of common sense, Hao leaned down and slipped them onto his head. 

The noises hit him like a slap in the face. The first thing he noticed was Ricky’s voice, his string of broken moans and whines. Then, Gyuvin’s low voice, uttering praises and compliments to the boy in front of him. Lastly, the vulgar sound of Gyuvin’s fingers viciously pumping in and out. 

“Keep your legs apart, princess,” Gyuvin was saying, his voice light and affectionate. 

“I ca-an’t,” Ricky moaned, a complete juxtaposition to Gyuvin’s calm demeanor. 

“Yes, you can,” he whispered, leaning up to press a kiss on Ricky's lips. “Be a good girl, hm?”

Hao flinched violently. 

“ ‘M not a girl,” came Ricky’s response, muttering irritated against Gyuvin’s mouth. 

Gyuvin just smiled, hand driving deeper. Ricky broke their kiss, head flinging to the side. He dug his teeth into his plush bottom lip. Gyuvin took the chance to suck hickies into his neck, which seemed to drive Ricky crazier.  

“Fuck, slow down, Gyu,” Ricky whined, pulling at the hem of his own shirt, as if trying to cover himself from his boyfriend. “Gonna cum.”

“Why would I slow down, then?” Gyuvin laughed. Ricky shot him a glare, not finding it as funny as his boyfriend did. 

“Just cum, princess,” Gyuvin said. 

Gyuvin let go of Ricky’s thigh, sliding his arm up the bottom of his shirt. Hao watched the outline of Gyuvin’s hand travel underneath the fabric, up, up, up, until it was poking out of the neckline at the top. Gyuvin’s fingers wrapped around Ricky’s neck. The veins in his forearm flexed. Ricky let out a strangled gasp, voice pitching higher. 

“Gyuvin, Gyuvin, Gyu-” Ricky was repeating his name like a mantra, voice coming out all squeaky as the brunette continued choking him. 

With his loudest moan yet, Ricky came. His eyes rolled back into his head, voice breaking into a silent scream halfway through. His legs trembled and closed tightly, pushing up on his tippy-toes as his knees clacked together. Gyuvin continued his ministrations throughout Ricky’s orgasm. 

And continued after Ricky’s orgasm. His hand didn’t stop or slow, even when Ricky came down. The blonde began thrashing, weak hands slapping against Gyuvin’s chest. 

“Stop- Quibing- stop, what’re you doing?”

Gyuvin brought his hand off of Ricky’s neck, back to its place on his thigh. But, instead of forcing them wide like he had before, Gyuvin slid his hand underneath the elder’s leg and shoved it up. Showing off Ricky’s flexibility, the brunette pushed his leg against his ribs. Hao felt his legs go weak as this now gave him an angle, a perfect sight of Gyuvin’s fingers pressing inside of Ricky’s hole. He was driving three in, rough enough that the skin around them was turning a bright, swollen red. 

Ricky was actively crying now, tears rolling down his cheeks and coating his neck. He desperately reached down, grabbing Gyuvin’s wrist and attempting to pull it out. 

“Hurts- Gyuvin,” he cried. Him yanking Gyuvin’s hand did nothing to change the rate at which it was moving. 

“It’s okay, baby,” Gyuvin laughed, not phased by Ricky’s reaction. “It’s okay. Relax.” 

“Can’t- Quibing, take it- take it out!” 

“Just give me one more. Just one more, Ricky, okay?”

He shoved Ricky’s leg further up. Ricky let out a yelp. His fingers were now just wrapped around Gyuvin’s wrist as more of a way to anchor himself down than a way to stop the inescapable pain-pleasure. He held on for dear life, his whole body rocking with the force of the thrusts. His voice kept breaking through his moaning. Hao was sure he was about to go hoarse. 

Gyuvin leaned up, licking into Ricky’s mouth, still smiling. “You have to quiet down, baby. Someone’s gonna hear us.”

The guilt hit Hao at that moment. It was as if he suddenly became self aware that he was here, headphones pressed against his ears, impeding on a private moment between Ricky and Gyuvin. Sure, they probably shouldn’t be doing this in the recording booth, of all places, but it was still their intimate moment, for no one else to see. He finally understood why Hanbin was so adamant about not telling them what he saw, about feeling like a pervert. Hao surely understood it now because he decided at that exact moment to never, ever tell Gyuvin or Ricky what he was seeing right now. This was a secret he’d take to his grave. Other than telling his boyfriend, of course. This was something Hanbin deserved to experience, even secondhand. Sue him. 

Gyuvin had seemed to have given up on telling Ricky to quiet down, instead taking matters into his own hand by suffocating the blonde with his lips. Ricky was still crying, but his noises were absorbed into the younger's mouth, who swallowed them easily. 

Ricky’s free hand was still hitting against Gyuvin, batting at any part of the brunette he could get his hands on. His punches were usually weak anyways, soft, kitty punches, but they were even less effective right now. They didn’t phase Gyuvin whatsoever. In contrast to the way he was pushing his boyfriend away with his hand, Ricky was now leaning into the makeout session, lips interlocked with the younger’s and tongues wrapping around each other’s.

Hao took a deep breath, then slid the headphones off of his head. Instantly, the noise cut off, the recording studio now eerie with silence. In front of him, Ricky seized up, his whole body going tense. He came for the second time, too tired to even moan or scream at this one. Gyuvin finally pulled his hand out from between Ricky’s legs. The blonde instantly slumped against him, falling into Gyuvin’s arms, which wrapped around him easily. The younger carded his fingers through Ricky’s hair. Ricky’s legs were trembling so violently that they were shaking his whole body and the chair underneath him. 

As Hao was taking quiet, careful steps out, he kept his eyes trained on the couple just in case. Gyuvin was pressing gentle kisses to every part of Ricky’s body that he could reach, his mouth forming the words ‘I love you,’ over and over again. Hao opened the door and saw with his one last glance that Ricky’s lips were delicately repeating the words back. 

The door closed behind Hao with a click. He finally felt separation from the scene inside of there, like it was a different, more clear world out here versus the one with a daze of Gyuvin and Ricky. Hao forced his feet to walk away, toward the exit of the building. As he headed out, he snagged his phone out of his pocket, pressing the button to awaken Siri. 

“Call Hanbin,” he said into the speaker, and waited for his boyfriend to pick up. 

III.

Hanbin was pretty sure he was hallucinating. He was pretty sure he was seeing things. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep catching up to him, the stress of his daily life finally taking a toll on his brain, or the fact that his thoughts are being hijacked by Ricky and Gyuvin. Whatever the reason, Hanbin must be going crazy, because there was no way that their choreographer was hitting on Ricky right now. 

If it weren’t for the fact that Gyuvin was seething next to him, Hanbin would try to convince himself it was all in his head. After all, if he and his boyfriend are undeniably obsessed with Ricky, it would make sense that he would try to validate everyone else being, too. But while Hanbin could persuade himself into thinking the flirting in front of him was a mirage, the look on Gyuvin’s face sure wasn’t a trick of the light. 

This choreographer was new. He wasn’t the same one that they had for Youth in the Shade. Hanbin had quite liked that choreographer. He didn’t like this one very much. This one placed his hands on Ricky’s hips far more often than normal, and he slid his hands down to places that were far from friendly.

The dance practice had started normal. It was their third one with this choreographer, a middle-aged man who was a veteran in the industry. He was a handsome, fit, likable guy. Or, he had been likable, when Hanbin first met him. He was a good teacher, too. He corrected them with constructive criticism and gave them specific tips on how to make their moves look better. Today wasn’t different from any other. They ran through the dances lackadaisically at first, just trying to remember the steps, before going through it again with more power. The choreographer corrected a few of their motions, demonstrating the correct movement at the front before having them try again. 

There was one move specifically that a few of them were having trouble with. In fact, Ricky had come up to Hanbin the other day, asking the leader to help him practice getting it down. Ricky had gotten better at it within the time the two practiced together, but he still wasn’t as smooth or clean as he needed to be. It became evident in the second run-through, when the choreography pointed out Ricky’s hips as a thing to correct. Ricky had nodded, agreeing and focusing even harder once the music started up again. 

The choreographer started up the music for the third time. Once it hit the part that Ricky (and Gunwook, Taerae, and Matthew as well, but the choreographer seemed to ignore them, for the most part) struggled with, he walked up behind Ricky. Without asking permission or clarifying that it would be okay, the choreographer placed his hands on Ricky’s hips. Hanbin saw the blonde’s face change for a split-second, displaying a perplexed expression, before he schooled it back to flat. The choreographer was whispering, whispering into Ricky’s ear as he moved Ricky’s hips for him in the tempo of the song. 

When that part ended, the choreographer, slowly, almost reluctantly, began to remove his hands. Before he took them off completely, though, he slid them up and closed his fingers around Ricky’s waist. It cinched the blonde’s large T-shirt tighter around him, displaying the silhouette of his build. 

“You know, you have an insanely small waist,” the choreography smiled. It looked grimy to Hanbin. “You should show it off more often.”

The leader couldn’t help the way his mouth opened slightly, his jaw dropping at the unashamed display of harassment. 

“Thanks?” Ricky responded, confused. 

The choreographer nodded. He started moving back toward the front of the practice room. He kept his hands on the blonde for as long as possible, placing one on Ricky’s lower back before finally pulling it away.

When Hanbin turned, he saw Gyuvin. The younger was radiating an anger he had never seen come out before, a complete contrast to his usual happy-go-lucky puppy personality. He was flat out glaring at the choreographer, his teeth clenched and fists tight at his sides. Under his breath, the brunette audibly whispered, “What the fuck?”

Gyuvin’s outrage was apparent for the rest of the practice. Anything the choreographer directed toward him was completely ignored, and anything directed at Ricky was interrupted with a cough or a loud conversation he started with whoever was around him. Hanbin was sure that the younger was going to drop it over time, but even as the practice went on for hours more, Gyuvin held up his disrespect. It was impressive, almost, but the choreographer didn’t seem the least bit phased by it. That was clearly only exacerbating Gyuvin’s reactions. 

By the end, they were all dripping in sweat and out of breath. The choreographer called the practice, telling them to get rest, work on it on their own, and he’d see them again next week. They all shouted their goodbyes and thanks, with the exception of Gyuvin, of course, whose lips were sealed tight. As he was leaving, the choreographer paused where Ricky was laying on the floor, head in his boyfriend’s lap while the younger chugged a water bottle. Gyuvin froze when the man approached them, instantly setting down his drink and channeling his glare toward him. 

“Need something, sir?” Gyuvin asked, venom dripping from his words. 

To Hanbin’s amazement, the choreographer ignored the brunette entirely and stared at the blonde instead. 

“Hey, Ricky. If you even need help with that move, or any others, you should call me. I’m better at privates.” 

Ricky looked slightly taken aback when responding. “Oh! Um, yeah. Thank you. I’ll think about it.”

The choreographer gave him a thumbs up before walking out of the room. Gyuvin’s eyebrows were raised, his face frozen in disbelief. Now, Hanbin had no doubt that that man had been flirting with Ricky. That was clearly a pickup line. Anyone could tell that. Anyone except Ricky, apparently. 

“What are you talking about , Gyuvin,” Ricky was complaining, refusing to look his boyfriend in the eyes. 

“Seriously?” Gyuvin responded incredulously. “Are you actually telling me that you didn’t realize that guy was hitting on you?”

The rest of the band was packing up now, shoving their belongings in their bags, but they all still had their eyes on the couple’s argument. All ears were locked in on Gyuvin and Ricky, trying to see how this would pan out. 

“‘That guy’ is our choreographer, Gyu. He was fixing my form.” 

“He was fixing your form when he complimented your waist?”

“What, I’m not allowed to get complimented?” Ricky asked, crossing his arms. “Just because someone is being nice to me doesn’t mean they’re trying to get in my pants, you know.”

“Well, just now it did! He almost touched your butt, and he invited you for private lessons. You’ve got to be an actual idiot if you didn’t see what was happening there.”

Ricky’s eyes narrowed, far too much like a cat about to bite. “Oh, so now I’m provocative and stupid?”

The room went cold. All of the members turned away, now finding a lot of interest in the walls. Jiwoong started ushering for people to get out, all while trying to seem inconspicuous by whistling and looking around aimlessly. Yujin and Gunwook bounded out of the room as soon as the words came out of Ricky’s mouth, everyone else following close after as to not get trapped in Ricky’s wrath. Hanbin let the door slam behind him just as Gyuvin was sputtering and whining loudly, “That’s not what I said and you know it!” 

The band had walked to dance practice that day. The weather had been nice and everyone was in good spirits. Now, they all regretted it. Without Gyuvin and Ricky’s incessant bickering and due to the altercation they all witnessed, a silence fell over the group as they walked home. No one said a thing. The walk, which was blissful just hours ago, felt extra long now. The night had fallen, the moon high up in the sky doing little to illuminate their path. It was extra chilly without the sun and with the now blowing night winds. Hanbin shivered, rubbing his arms with his palms. He reached into the side pocket of his back to pull out his headphones. Maybe music would make this less miserable. He stuck his hand into the pocket of his pants to grab his phone. It wasn’t there. His heart dropped slightly as he stopped in his tracks. With a tumbling in his stomach, he set his bag on the ground and opened it, shuffling through it and begging to any god that his fingers would clutch the metal rectangle. Alas, there was no hope. While Hanbin was searching everywhere, his brain conjured the faint memory of him setting the phone down on the bench before going to grab water. That was when Ricky and Gyuvin’s argument had started. Then, he had gotten distracted eavesdropping, before leaving in a quick panic and leaving his phone on the bench. Dammit. 

Ahead of him, the band seemed to realize that the leader had fallen back. 

“Everything okay, Hanbin?” Matthew called. 

“I forgot my phone in the practice room.” Hanbin knew he sounded a little whiny, but he didn’t have the energy to care. 

“One of us can text Ricky or Gyuvin. I’m sure they haven’t left yet. They can grab-” 

“No!” Hanbin shouted, instantly waving his arms like an X. In his head, he imagined the looks on Ricky and Gyuvin’s faces when they handed him his phone. Way to be responsible, leader, Ricky would say, dripping with sarcasm. We’re not your parents. We should’ve just left it, Gyuvin would add with hostility. Gyuvin and Ricky were both pretty pacifistic, easy to get along with, and go-with-the-flow kind of people. But, when they got mad, they got scary. Hanbin shivered just thinking about it. 

“No,” he repeated again, a little calmer this time. “No one bother them right now. They’re already keyed up enough. I’ll just go back and grab it.”

“Are you sure?” Hao asked, bottom lip jutting out.

Hanbin nodded. “It’s fine. I’ll have Gyuvin and Ricky to walk home with anyways. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you guys back at the dorm.” 

The leader waved them away, turning and heading back toward the company. Sure, it was annoying, but he would rather deal with a longer walk than deal with a vindictive GyuRicky. He hoped that they'd solved their problems by now. Otherwise, traveling home is going to be a lot more uncomfortable. He could handle being a third wheel better than being in the middle of their fight. In fact, he enjoyed being their ‘third wheel,’ if that wasn’t clear already. Surely, it was, because he was pretty sure voyeurism was like, peak third-wheeling. 

It wasn’t his fault. Hao had ended up walking in on them too, he found out. In the recording room, no less. It did beg the question of how often Gyuvin and Ricky had public sex, and why Hanbin and Hao were just discovering it now. First in the hand job in the bathroom, and now Hao seeing Gyuvin finger blasting Ricky in the studio. It was strange how much the older couple had seen in such a small amount of time, especially given the fact that they were the only people to have not heard anything from the younger couple’s sex life before. Maybe Hanbin and Hao became more aware of Gyuvin and Ricky’s behavior after seeing the video. Still, it felt a little bit like the world was playing one giant prank on the leader and his boyfriend. 

Hanbin hopped in the elevator with a huff, pressing the numbers of their dance floor. There seemed to be no one else in the whole building- the lights were all off, every door was shut, and not a noise could be heard. Due to the speed at which Hanbin exited the building earlier, he couldn’t quite remember if everyone had been gone when his band left, too. Ricky and Gyuvin must still be there, though, because otherwise Hanbin would’ve run into them on his walk back. That wasn’t a good sign. If the couple was still here, that probably meant that they were still arguing. 

The leader took a deep breath when the elevator opened and prepared himself to be a mediator. If he had to be the one to break up the fight, he would. Ricky and Gyuvin just needed to go to sleep and the next morning, all of this would blow over.

Down the hallway, Hanbin saw that the dance room door was cracked, a sliver of light falling in a line on the tiled floor. His ears perked up to try and hear yelling, but there still wasn’t even a peep. When he got closer, he could hear the couple’s voices, but just barely. It didn’t sound like a screaming fight anymore, thankfully. Hanbin placed both hands on the wooden door, about to push it open, when a louder noise made him freeze. 

Was that a moan? 

He stood there, stock still. No fucking way. With bated breath, Hanbin leaned forward, slowly pushing the crack in the door wider, and glanced inside. 

Ricky’s back was against the main mirror, both of his legs wrapped around Gyuvin’s waist, who was pressed against him. Both of their clothes were still on (thankfully), but that didn’t make what they were doing any less sexual. They were moving slowly but rough. Gyuvin was grinding his hips up against Ricky’s while the blonde drove his down. Small gasps were escaping Ricky’s lips while low moans, like the one Hanbin had heard in the hallway, were coming out of Gyuvin’s. The elder had one of his hands tangled in Gyuvin’s hair and the other around his neck. They were engaged in a passionate make-out session, the smack of their lips being the only thing louder than the noises leaking out. When Gyuvin pulled away, a string of spit connected their lips. 

“You’re mine,” Gyuvin rasped. “You know that? You’re mine- not his, not the fan’s, not anyone else’s. Mine.”

“I don’t belong to you,” Ricky laughed meanly, sounding a bit like a popular high-school girl. “You don’t fucking own me, Gyu.”

“Really? I’m still the only one you kiss, the only one you lay in bed with at night, the only one whose dick you ride. I think that makes you my possession, hm?”

Ricky tangled his fingers deeper into Gyuvin’s hair and yanked. The groan the younger let out sounded more like an animalistic growl, his hips canting up even harder against Ricky’s. 

“I could go find another dick just as good as yours if I wanted to. You’re not that special,” Ricky spat. 

Gyuvin’s head sprang forward, out of Ricky’s painful grasps and directly into the blonde’s neck. He sucked hickeys into his neck while speaking, snarling the words against skin. 

“I’d like to see you try. You’re a fucking princess, Ricky. No one else would put up with you like I do. No one else could handle your shitty, high-maintenance needs like I do.”

Ricky’s head fell back against the glass. When Gyuvin’s hips rolled harder, the blonde’s breathy moans filled the room. 

“He would.”

Gyuvin popped up, lips even with Ricky’s. He spoke into the elder’s mouth. “Who would?”

“Our choreographer.”

Gyuvin’s grip on Ricky’s hips tightened, pressing him harder against the mirror. Ricky winced at the force of it. 

“ Fuck the choreographer,” Gyuvin hissed, then forced his tongue into Ricky’s mouth. He kissed the blonde so hard that he was being suffocated, moans instantly cut off as they were sent down Gyuvin’s throat. 

Hanbin’s eyes were wide as saucers. His hands shook where they were still flat against the door. Gyuvin and Ricky were still fighting, he had realized. Just not in the same way as before. Hanbin had another one to add to the insanely growing list- the bathroom at the club, the studio recording room, and now? The dance practice room. What the fuck was going on? 

Gyuvin and Ricky were still going at it in front of him, thrusting and grabbing each other even more violently than before. Hanbin felt a strange mix of nausea and blood rushing to his dick. In the corner of the room, just a few steps away from the dry-humping couple, was Hanbin’s phone. It was sitting on the bench, right where he had left it. Isolated and lonely. It became very clear, very quickly, to Hanbin that he didn’t need his phone that bad. In fact, he could just get it tomorrow. He took a few slow steps back, then speed walked to the elevator. Once he got inside, he let out the breath he had been holding and grabbed on to the safety bar with all of his might. At the moment, it was the only thing keeping his shaky legs from collapsing. The elevator doors opened and Hanbin, pushed by adrenaline and fight-or-flight, sprinted out of there. And, all the way home. 

He slammed into the dorm, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his temple. Hao jumped 3 feet in the air where he was sitting on the couch, startled by the sound of the door. He took a second, staring at the leader in pure confusion, analyzing every bit of his appearance before speaking carefully. 

“You okay, Bin?”

Hanbin’s wide eyes shook. “I don’t know.”

Hao raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where are Ricky and Gyuvin?”

“I don’t know.”

Hao’s eyes narrowed, his mouth falling into a flat line. “If you say ‘I don’t know’ one more time I’m going to come over there and beat your ass.”

Hanbin swallowed. “I forgot to get my phone.” 

Hao’s expression shifted to one of worry. Hanbin felt bad for making his boyfriend feel that way, but he wasn’t really capable of articulating complete thoughts at the moment. 

“The whole reason you went back was for your phone, Binnie. What happened?”

The clock on the wall ticked loudly. The sound of cars on the street filtered in through the windows. Somewhere in the dorm, someone was taking a shower. The fan on the ceiling buzzed. 

“I saw Gyuvin and Ricky having sex. Again.” 

IV.

Zhang Hao loved being an idol. The fans screaming his name, the bandmates he would give the world to, the chance to put his heart and soul into every song and dance- all of it was worth the headache, pain, and stress of the past. No matter what, he wouldn’t give up being in ZeroBaseOne for anything. 

However, sometimes, being an idol sucked. One of those times was right now. Hao really didn’t like to speak ill of his job. He truly loves it. But his current exhaustion, his face caked with makeup, the scratchy shirt the stylists put him in, the stuffy feeling of the tight, cramped space with far too many people, and the bright flashes of the camera that only worsened his lack-of-sleep-induced headache made it hard to remember just why he loved being an idol so much. 

The band was in a photo shoot for concept pictures. They were all decked out in their fanciest outfits and heaviest jewelry, courtesy of the stylists who wanted them to ‘pop on camera.’ Ricky was the first to take his pictures and Hao couldn’t help but admit that he looked good. Good wasn’t an adequate vocabulary word. More like stunning, effervescent, beautiful, ethereal- Hao would need a thesaurus in order to effectively explain just how pretty Ricky looked at that moment. Although he was dressed in all white, his bleached hair and pale skin didn’t drown out under the color. Instead, it was somehow brighter, like the snowy color of his clothes served to bring out the shine of his undertones. He looked like the son of Aphrodite, or the stained-glass sculpture of an angel in a prestigious European church. 

From the side, the entire band cheered Ricky on as he posed. The blonde did his best to school his expression into the calm, sexy playboy persona but couldn’t help the blushes and smiles that overtook him due to the whooping and hollering. Multiple times, the photographer asked them to quiet down and Ricky to look more suave and less bashful, but it did nothing to dissuade the members from their catcalling. 

Once Ricky had finished, he instantly came over to the band to whine and complain, accusing them of embarrassing him on purpose. They all just laughed, Matthew grabbing Ricky’s cheeks and squeezing them like a grandmother. Jiwoong attempted to ruffle Ricky’s hair, but the blonde ducked out of the way just in time and swatted the oldest in the chest like a miffed kitten. 

Hao watched as Gyuvin subtly placed his hand on Ricky’s lower back. Due to the fact that none of the couples were out to the managers, or the world, yet, they had to act completely platonic any time they were around someone who wasn’t their bandmates. Hao saw the way Ricky shot longing glances toward his boyfriend and Gyuvin left fleeting touches back. Hao had no doubt that the younger couple felt the same loneliness and yearning that he and Hanbin were going through. When Gyuvin got called to go take his pictures next, he slid his hand up Ricky’s back, down his arm, and grasped at Ricky’s hand for as long as possible before he stepped away. Ricky squeezed Gyuvin’s fingers in his own, encouraging the younger as he walked to his spot in front of the camera. To the untrained eye, they looked like a pair of touchy best friends. 

In what felt like seconds later, (though it was probably closer to half an hour), Gyuvin was walking away from the limelight. Hao was being called next, the photographer butchering his name with badly accented Chinese. It was almost enough for Hao to be distracted by, but he didn’t miss the way Ricky was dragging Gyuvin away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the couple exit out of the building. Hanbin was staring off at them with a strange look, but eventually shrugged and turned around, focusing instead on supporting his boyfriend. 

The bright flashes and clicks of the camera put Hao in a daze, letting himself be coached into any position or expression. He let himself fall into that half-sleep state, his body still working while his mind and memory took a break. A few times, managers or assistants came over to fix part of his outfit or his makeup, but most of his time was spent striking different poses and counting down the minutes until his shoot was over. By the time it really was, Hao felt suffocated by the claustrophobic room and his confining outfit. He brushed past the band, muttering a quick ‘I’ll be outside,’ and running a finger over Hanbin’s neck before heading out as fast as he could. 

The cold air hit him like a wall. He untied the ribbon laced around his neck and pulled a few buttons open on his shirt, letting the chilliness seep into his skin with a heavy sigh. Once he was cooled and calmed down enough, he became more aware of his surroundings. Mostly, he noticed that Ricky and Gyuvin were nowhere to be found. A few feet away sat one of the company cars that they had rode in on the way here. Hao walked towards it. 

The windows were tinted enough that nothing could be seen from the outside- a preventive measure to protect the band’s privacy. Hao wrapped his hand around the handle and opened the door to the back seats. 

Instantly, Hao made dead eye-contact with Ricky. Wide-eyed, messy-haired Ricky. Ricky, that was currently reverse-cowgirl riding his boyfriend in the back of the company car. 

Hao stood there, jaw dropped, hand on the handle, for a few more seconds before the common sense slapped him upside the head. 

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Hao screeched, voice incredulous. In a panic, he stepped into the car and closed the door behind him. “You are surrounded by strangers and management. You are in the stylists’ clothes. You left the door unlocked! Are you idiots or do you actually want to destroy your careers?”

Neither of them answered. In fact, they just kept going. Hao became acutely aware of the fact that he was now barely a foot away from them. Ricky’s lips were sealed tight, but small, breathy moans still escaped with every jostle of movement. Gyuvin had his hands on Ricky’s waist, helping the blonde up and down on his dick. The brunette’s chin was hooked over Ricky’s shoulder, staring at Hao with hazy, dark eyes. There was a slick squelching that matched the rhythm of their movement, and it took everything in Hao’s power to not look down at where the two were connected. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Hao asked, barely a whisper this time. 

“Shush, Hao-hyung,” came Gyuvin’s late response. He tilted his head like a confused puppy. “You don’t want to ruin the moment, do you?”

“What is going on?” Hao repeated. It sounded desperate now. 

Hao locked eyes with Ricky again. The blonde’s chocolate-brown boba eyes pulled him in, like a piece of fruit to a deep, flowing fondue fountain. Hao opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Ricky closed his eyes slowly. When they opened again, there was a teary film over them, the water touching his lash line but not spilling quite yet. His tongue swiped over his plump, pink lips. One of his hands traveled down slowly, his fingers dragging across his own chest before wrapping daintily around Gyuvin’s wrist. Hao followed the movement with his eyes, his throat dry, 

“Hao,” Ricky spoke softly. The man in mention let his view snap back up to the blonde’s face. A strange feeling pooled in his stomach. The air in the car was charged. 

“Hao-ge,” Ricky’s voice came again. Hao’s eyes opened wide. HIs heart fluttered in his chest. The way Ricky spoke, so soft, so sweet, using the endearment of their native country, was driving Hao crazy. “Hao-ge, 你为什么不靠近一点? 

Ricky’s voice had alway been lower when he spoke Mandarin. Right now, it was deep enough for Hao to drown in. His words hitched slightly with Gyuvin’s thrusts and his bouncing, but the message wasn’t lost. Why don’t you come closer? 

Hao stuttered, stumbled through his words. “I- I don’t- I-”

Gyuvin slowed Ricky down. His grip tightened, the muscles in his arms flexing as he took total control. He held Ricky onto his dick, not pulling out but instead pushing as deep as possible, grinding harshly into his prostate. Ricky’s eyes slipped shut, his fingers clenching around Gyuvin’s wrist, his thighs spasming. 

“Oh, fuck,” Ricky whispered. His head tilted back and his voice wavered. 

“Zhang Hao,” Gyuvin spoke. His voice was rough and gravely, but it dripped with honey. He spoke so smoothly that Hao got lost in the tone and almost drifted away like a loose dandelion seed in the wind. “Don’t we look so good together?”

Gyuvin wrapped his hand around Ricky’s neck, right under his chin. He tilted Ricky’s face down and pressed his own against it. They both peered at Hao with wide eyes. A puppy dog and a kitty cat. 

Drawn like a magnet, Hao moved forward. Slowly, in the cramped space of the car, he slid toward Gyuvin and Ricky until he was inches away from Ricky’s face. Then, centimeters. Then, he could feel Ricky’s moans against his lips, each expulsion of air from the younger’s mouth tumbling into Hao’s like they were shot gunning. 

“Gege,” Ricky whined, gasping and whimpering like a pornstar. 

Hao, without any thought at all, surged forward and slammed his lips into Ricky’s. The blond instantly accepted them, parting his lips to let Hao’s tongue through. Hao explored his mouth, memorizing every ridge and crease, and sliding against Ricky’s tongue until it molded to his, like he had always belonged there. 

At the same moment, Gyuvin pulled out completely before forcefully shoving back inside. Ricky let out a cry that was hardly muffled by Hao’s mouth. His free hand came up to grasp at the eldest’s hair, clearly having a hard time adjusting to Gyuvin’s suddenly harsh thrusts. Hao let him do as he pleased. He trailed his hands all over Ricky’s body, grasping at any part he could reach and scratching his nails against the open skin he found. 

Ricky’s tears were falling now, smushed against Hao’s face, wetting both of their cheeks. His voice climbed in pitch, moaning so high now that he almost sounded like a girl. Hao felt the way that the blonde’s legs shook and the way his hands were sporadically losing grip strength. Ricky was close. 

The oldest dragged one hand down, down, down, and slid it under Ricky’s shirt. Without looking down, Hao wrapped his hand around Ricky’s dick. It was thin and dainty, smooth and pretty like the rest of him. He was soaked with pre-cum, so wet that Hao didn’t feel any resistance as he pumped up and down. Ricky broke away from the kiss. He tilted his head back, one handing wrapping around the back of Gyuvin’s neck, pressing the younger impossibly closer against him and the other gripping firmly onto Hao’s shoulder, his perfectly manicured fingernails breaking the skin underneath the shirt. 

“Ge, Ge, Hao-ge,” he chanted like a prayer. Hao’s whole body was hot. He sped up his hand. Ricky’s body tensed, his mouth dropping open, a scream-like moan tumbling out as he came all over Hao’s loose fist. 

Gyuvin thrusted up a few more times before pressing in deeply, coming inside Ricky with a long, drawn-out, “Fuckkkk.” He let his head drop against Ricky’s shoulder, sweat beading both of their foreheads.

For a few seconds, heavy breathing was the only noise that filled the car. Hao’s dick strained against his pants, so hard he felt like he could cum with any contact. It throbbed violently, alerting Hao of its presence and complaints of remaining untouched. Hao was about to dip his hand beneath his waistband when the loud blare of Itsy’s Not Shy broke the silence.

All three of them jumped violently, a noise coming out of Ricky’s mouth when Gyuvin’s dick was jostled inside of him. Hao patted his pants, all around grasping for his ringing phone. When he finally found it, Hanbin’s caller ID shone into his face. It was a beam of light, like a flashlight, showing Hao how to regain his brain, because holy shit, what did he just do? 

He looked up at Gyuvin and Ricky. Neither of them looked panicked or anxious, like this was a normal occurrence. Was this a normal occurrence? Had the younger couple done this with other members of the band? Other people that weren’t members? Hao’s thoughts were racing, his nerves screaming, and all he knew was that he had to get away from Gyuvin and Ricky immediately. 

Without a word, he yanked the car door open and tumbled out, almost tripping and face-planting in his efforts to get free. He ignored Ricky and Gyuvin’s calls as he sprinted away. Maybe, just maybe, if he pretended that he didn’t hear them, if he pretend that nothing ever happened, he would be able to escape with half a brain and still an ounce of morality. 

V.

Hao and Hanbin hadn’t made contact with Gyuvin or Ricky in over a week now. Things weren’t looking too good for their personal friendships, or the band as a whole. Other members had started to notice. It wasn’t hard for them to, either, because Hanbin and Hao would practically run out of the room if confronted with the prospect of being alone with the younger couple. Every time Gyuvin or Ricky would try to speak to them, they pretended to be engrossed in a deep conversation with whoever was next to them or acted like they were getting the most important phone call of their lives. Gunwook straight up asked Hao if he had fought with Ricky, because the older refused to even look at the younger. Hao denied it, brushing it off and telling Gunwook that he was imagining things. 

Hao missed them, of course. He missed messing around with Gyuvin, speaking Mandarin with Ricky, binge watching K-dramas  with the two of them- he missed all of it. He missed having dinner with his boyfriend and the other couple. He missed playing truth or dare late at night, watching Hanbin fluster at all of the invasive questions that the younger two liked to ask. He missed Gyuvin and Ricky like crazy, and he knew Hanbin did, too. Unfortunately, the bottom line was that Hanbin and Hao couldn’t be trusted around Gyuvin and Ricky. It was too dangerous. It was detrimental to the fabric of their friend group and the existence of ZeroBaseOne.  

Hao hadn’t yet admitted to Hanbin what he had done with Ricky last week. He didn’t like keeping secrets from his boyfriend. Hanbin did know that something had happened the day of the photo shoot- How could he not? Hao had acted extremely strange that night. He didn’t know the extent of it yet, though. Hao was planning on telling him today. He couldn’t keep it hidden any longer. 

The two were at a restaurant. Their favorite (Hao’s favorite, really, but Hanbin would do anything to make the elder happy) place, one of comfort and secrecy where they knew that they weren’t in any threat of being recognized. They sat down and ordered, Hao shaking with nerves the entire time. Once they were settled, Hanbin reached across the table to grasp Hao’s hand. 

“Relax, baby,” Hanbin said with a soft smile. “What are you so worried about?” 

“You’re going to be mad at me,” Hao replied instantly. 

Hanbin laughed again. “I think you’re building this up in your head too much. Just tell me, okay? You’ll feel better once you just let it out.”

Hao shot him a skeptical look. “Promise that you’ll hear me out, no matter what.”

Hanbin nodded, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tighter. “I promise.”

Hao took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He couldn’t bare to see the look on Hanbin’s face when he released this bomb-drop of information. 

“It’s not what you think, okay? Don’t jump to conclusions or anything.”

"Hao, you’re starting to scare me. Just tell me the truth.”

A heartbeat. A second. Silence over the table. Hanbin squeezed Hao’s hand again. Hao tightened his eyes. 

“I made out with Ricky.”

Hanbin’s hand lost grip. It went limp in Hao’s. The elder felt his heart drop, terrified of what Hanbin was going to respond. But, he might as well get it all out at once. 

“While he rode Gyuvin. And I helped him cum.”

Hao let out a breath. Okay, there it was. Everything he needed to tell Hanbin. On the other side of the table, his boyfriend was frighteningly silent. Hao let his closed eyes peak open ever so slightly. Hanbin’s face came into view, and with that, his expression. His mouth was wide open, catching flies in the middle of the restaurant. His eyebrows were raised to his hairline, eyes large and round. 

“You did what? While he what? And helped him what?” Hanbin asked, voice incredulous and cracking with each word. 

Hao looked around, careful to make sure that no one was bothered by their loud conversation. “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry, Bin. I really am, I wasn’t thinking. It was- it was just Ricky, in that moment, and I got sucked in but I’m sorry-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hanbin said, waving his arms in front of his face like he was trying to clear the air. “Why are you apologizing? Did you think I was going to be mad at you?”

This time, it was Hao’s turn for his jaw to drop. “Seriously? Of course I thought you’d get mad at me. I kissed Ricky!”

“Yeah, but it’s Ricky, Hao.”

Hao sputtered. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“He’s Ricky. And Gyuvin’s Gyuvin. It doesn’t count. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because we’ve been having sex to the thought of them for months now, Hao. And now, we have another situation to add to the list of Times We Found Ricky and Gyuvin Having Sex In Public Places.”

Hao snorted. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. You’re really not upset?”

“If anything, I’m upset that you got to kiss Ricky and I didn’t get to see it.” Hanbin’s face brightened up, like he had just been struck with a new thought.. “Oh my God, you kissed Ricky. And you jacked him off.”

Hao looked at him quizzically. “Uh, yeah. That’s what this whole conversation has been about?”

“Oh my God, baby. That’s so hot.”

“ What?” 

“Tell me about it. Tell me every detail, tell me every little thing, that’s so fucking hot, Hao.”

“Are you getting turned on right now?”

“How could I not be? This is possibly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to either of us. I can’t believe I wasn’t there,” Hanbin said, voice going whiny. 

“Seriously? You want to know every detail about me putting my tongue in Ricky’s mouth and my hand around his dick?” 

The noise that Hanbin let out next was very, very clearly a moan. They were in a public place, for christ’s sake. 

“Hanbin,” Hao hissed, looking around again to see who had heard. No one was looking at them yet, but Hao was sure that it was only a matter of time before Hanbin started masturbating in the middle of the restaurant or something, so he stood up and grabbed all of his stuff. 

“What’re you doing?” Hanbin asked. 

“We’re going home,” Hao replied curtly. 

“But, we just got here? And we haven’t even gotten our food yet?”

“Hanbin,” Hao said, settling his boyfriend with a stare. “We’re going home. ” He said the last word with a very pointed stare. 

“Oh, oh. Let’s go. Now.” 

With that, the couple, now both horny and keyed-up, energy thrumming, headed back to the dorms. 

–--

Hao stumbled through the front door, Hanbin attached to his back. The leader had his hands wrapped around Hao’s waist. It made it highly difficult to move, but no part of Hao wanted to ask him to pull away. At the moment, the dorm was dark, all lights off. Hao vaguely remembered Matthew saying something about them all going out tonight, but at the same time that the Canadian was speaking, Gyuvin had been spoon-feeding Ricky strawberry ice cream. Ricky’s plush lips wrapping around the pink treat, some smearing on the side of his mouth and Gyuvin leaning forward to lick it off, completely fried his brain, including the small part of it that had been listening to Matthew. 

Hao turned around, grabbing Hanbin by the collar of his shirt to press him against the wall of the living room. He pressed his mouth onto the younger’s, breathing hot and heavy. Hanbin’s hips were already canting up against Hao’s and the elder could feel the hardness of Hanbin’s cock against his leg. 

“Bedroom, bedroom,” Hanbin murmured, softly pushing himself off the wall. He led Hao down the hall, toward their door. Hanbin turned the knob, preparing himself to shove his boyfriend inside and onto the bed, and opened it. Then, froze. 

Hao and Hanbin stood there like twins, faces morphed into the same expression. Both had their hands dropped by their sides, muscles going limp, mouth gaping, and attempting to think of some way to audibly express the emotions traveling through them at the moment.  

“Wha-” Hanbin swallowed, then tried again. “What?”

Because apparently, they weren’t alone in the dorms tonight. Because apparently, Ricky and Gyuvin had stayed back, too. Because apparently, Ricky and Gyuvin were in the older couple’s room, on their bed, looking quite disheveled while they made out with each other. 

Gyuvin’s back was in the pillows on their headboard with Ricky on his lap. The blonde had both hands tangled in Gyuvin’s hair, face pressed against his, lips moving in passionate tandem. They didn’t stop when Hao and Hanbin walked in, either. Gyuvin shot one side-eye look at the older couple before moving his hands from grasping at Ricky’s hips to arms fully encasing the elder’s tiny waist. It pressed Ricky tighter against him and deepened the kiss, giving the blonde a better angle to shove his tongue down Gyuvin’s throat. 

“Okay, what the hell has been happening?” Hao yelled, stopping one foot on the ground. He grabbed the closest object to him (which happened to be a paperback book Hanbin had left on his nightstand) and threw it at the couple. It hit Ricky square in the side of the head, finally breaking up their little session. 

Ricky made a sound that was best compared to a hiss, rubbing the pained spot and shooting Hao a glare. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Hao seethed. He took a few steps closer to the bed, staring down at the two on it with an expression like a cold mother. “You two have some serious explaining to do.”

Ricky scowled up at Hao. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No idea?” Hao asked, voice going high in disbelief. “For the past few years, I have been in the same space as you and Gyuvin and not once, not one time, have I ever seen you two-” Hao waved his arms around as if gesturing in their general area- “engage in sexual activities. Now, out of nowhere, Hanbin and I see you fucking everywhere! In public, in cars, in the dance room, in our own damn room. What the fuck is going on?”

In an instant, the defiant energy coming from the bed was gone. Now, both Gyuvin and Ricky were avoiding Hao’s eyes, looking anywhere but at the eldest. Ricky’s hand snuck down to carefully pick at his palm. The movement didn’t get lost on Zhang Hao. Nothing got by Zhang Hao. 

“Ricky or Gyuvin,” Hao warned. “One of you, tell me what’s going on.” 

Silence. More avoidance. Hanbin watched his boyfriend’s body clench up with anger. Before he could even speak, even add any of his own thoughts to this conversation (or lack thereof), Hao was springing forward. His fingers pinched Ricky’s ear, pulling up. The blond yelped, pushing himself off of his boyfriend’s lap and into Hao’s hand. Hao dragged him until Ricky was standing in front of him, face cinched in a wince, head tilted against Hao’s painful grip. 

“Shen Quanrui,” Hao snapped. “Speak.”

“Gyuvin’s the dog here, not me. Don’t give me commands like tha-” 

Ricky’s rebuttal was cut off by Hao pulling harder, and Ricky interrupting himself with an ‘ow, ow, ow!’

“Fine, fine, okay,” Ricky said breathlessly. “I’ll tell you, just- goddammit- just let go, Hao-ge.”

Hao stared the younger down for a minute before sighing and dropping his arm. “Speak,” he repeated. 

Ricky threw him a dirty look. He then turned to glance at Gyuvin, as if silently asking his boyfriend permission. Gyuvin nodded, jerkily. Ricky turned back to Hao and Hanbin. 

“Gyuvin and I have been trying to have sex around you on purpose.”

Even though part of Hao had been expecting an answer of that general idea, nothing could have prepared him from hearing it out loud. Behind him, Hanbin took a few steps up until he was right next to Hao. 

“Why?” Hanbin asked. 

The blonde dropped his face into his hands, ears bright red. Gyuvin slid to the edge of the bed, then reached out and wrapped his hands around Ricky, pulling the blonde to strand in between his legs. He hooked his head around Ricky’s torso and pressed his chin into the side of Ricky’s stomach. 

“Because we want to have sex with you. Both of you. Both of you, with both of us.”

Okay, Hao sure wasn’t expecting that. While he had begun to put together that seeing Ricky and Gyuvin that much couldn’t be a coincidence, he assumed that it was because the younger couple was joking around, or making fun of them for being so obsessed with their sex lives. Hao thought he was going to have to chew the two out on how their pranks and bickering are only appealing to each other, not anyone else. This, he wasn’t prepared for. 

“You- what?” 

“We want to have a foursome with you,” Ricky whined, voice muffled against his palms. 

“What?”

“Stop saying ‘what!’” The blonde yelled, pulling his face out of his hands. He was flushed with red embarrassment. “I think it's pretty clear what we said, okay? Just say no and we’ll leave you alone.” 

Oh, Ricky thought they were going to say ‘ no’ ? Why the hell would anyone say ‘no’? Has he seen himself in the mirror? Has he seen Gyuvin before? Has he ever seen him and Gyuvin together? They would have to be true idiots to say ‘no’ to that proposition.

“Why didn’t you just ask?” Hanbin laughed, voice sounding as crazed as Hao felt.

“What were we supposed to say? ‘Hey, Hao and Hanbin, I know we’re in a band together and this could permanently alter our relationships with each other and the future success of our careers, but we find you really hot and want to have sex with you. If you say no, we might never be able to look at each other the same. So, how about it, huh?’ Yeah, like that’s a good idea,” Gyuvin snorted. 

“Better than having sex in public places and hoping that we would stumble upon it and be the ones to initiate a foursome!” Hao said, sounding close to tearing his hair out. 

“We didn’t just hope you stumbled upon it,” Gyuvin pointed out. “We planned things out.”

“Planned things out?” Hanbin echoed. 

“Yeah. That first night? You drank, like, a bathtub of alcohol. We knew you’d have to use the bathroom eventually. Hao, he texted in the group chat that he was going to practice in the recording studio that day. And, we knew that Hao always got claustrophobic during photoshoots, so he would exit the building to come look for us. We were being careful. We always made sure that it was going to be you guys who saw us, not anyone else.”

“And that night, at the dance studio?”

Gyuvin’s cheeks tinted pink. “That wasn’t as on purpose as I’d like to pretend it was.”

Hao made a questioning noise. 

“We didn’t actually plan it. We didn’t think that Hanbin would come back. We noticed his phone halfway through.” 

Hao took a deep breath, trying his hardest to take in all of the information he’d been presented with. “So, you two planned several occasions to have sex where we would find you, just because you were scared to ask us for a foursome?”

Gyuvin and Ricky just looked at him. 

“Jesus, you two are dumb.” 

Two affronted noises hurdled toward Hao, the younger couple both disagreeing to the best of their abilities, but even they knew that what they had done wasn’t the brightest. 

“We both admitted to being turned on by you. We watched your sex tape. Isn’t that clear enough for you to know that we would want to have sex with you?”

“We knew that you liked watching us. We just didn’t know if you wanted to actually be with us,” Ricky pointed out. 

“Hao literally made out with you. Clearly, we want to be with you.” Hanbin rolled his eyes. 

“Well, we figured that out, okay? Hao confirmed things with that kiss, we’re not that stupid. That’s why we made out in your bed.”

There was a moment of quiet as they considered each others opinions. 

Hanbin broke it with- “Oh, so now everyone gets to make out with Ricky other than me?” It came out like a joke, but the younger didn’t take it as one. 

“Do you want to?” Ricky asked, face deadpan. 

“Oh God, that would be hot,” Gyuvin whispered. 

“I second that,” Hao added. 

Hanbin stared at Ricky, trying to find out whether the blonde was actually offering. He just stared back at Hanbin, dark chocolate eyes filled with everything and nothing all at once. 

“Do you want to kiss Ricky, Bin?” Hao whispered, his hand wrapping around Hanbin’s forearm. Not trusting his throat, Hanbin just nodded. 

Ricky stepped forward, out of Gyuvin’s arms. He stalked toward Hanbin like a cat hunting a mouse, moving ever-so carefully on light feet. Hanbin watched his every move, up to going cross-eyed when the younger got close enough. Ricky’s nose was a centimeter from his own, the smell of his expensive cologne and extravagant body wash almost completely masking his natural, clean scent, but leaving enough for Hanbin to go insane. Ricky grabbed one of Hanbin’s hands and placed it on his thin waist. Then, he grabbed the other and placed it on his cheek. Slowly, the blonde tilted his head and leaned into Hanbin. The leader met him halfway, lips pressing together. Softly, carefully, as if Ricky was made of glass and Hanbin was afraid to shatter him. His lips were plump and velvety, and when Hanbin licked into his mouth, Ricky tasted like strawberry breath mints. The candy coated his mouth and Hanbin used his tongue to swipe away every inch of it. It was different than kissing Hao. Not worse, not better, but different. Hanbin wasn’t sure that he could let this be a one time thing. He felt like he was falling into a strange religion and worshiping Ricky was his new, only purpose. 

Hanbin pulled away for a breath and became suddenly aware of the fact that he and Ricky weren’t the only people in the room. At his side, Hao was breathing as heavily as if he was the one making out. Behind Ricky, Gyuvin was staring at them with eyebrows raised. 

“I might have a thing for cuckolding,” Gyuvin coughed. Ricky spun around viciously. 

“Do you have to ruin every moment?” He asked. 

Gyuvin smiled. “It's a common thing. Apparently men like to watch their wives get fucked. Especially by their best friend.”

Ricky’s body language sharpened, his eyes narrowing. “I am not your wife.”

“You and I both know that’s not true, Kim Ricky.”

“I am not your wife!” 

Gyuvin stuck his tongue out. Ricky stomped over, grabbing Gyuvin’s tongue with his fingers, pinching it with his fingertips before the youngest could pull it back inside his mouth. 

“Quit speaking, stupid puppy dog,” Ricky said. 

“Make me,” Gyuvin replied, smile widening. 

Hanbin fully expected Ricky to kiss Gyuvin, to shut the younger up with his mouth, but apparently, Ricky had a different way of shutting Gyuvin up with his mouth. Ricky dropped to his knees. 

“I’m going to give you head so good that you forgot your own name, Quibing,” the blond all but growled. 

He unzipped Gyuvin’s pants. The brunette lifted his hips so that Ricky could slide them off and throw them 

into a corner. Ricky tugged at his boyfriend’s shirt silently, who quickly pulled it over his head. Now that he was shirtless, Hanbin and Hao could take a moment to look at just how fucking sculpted Gyuvin really was. It was kind of annoying how the younger hated working out and ate anything he wanted and still managed to have a body like that. His chest was defined and thick, his abs a clearly outlined six-pack tapering off into a small waist. His shoulders only served to make it look smaller, the broadness in them surpassing that of the ocean. Hao felt himself salivating at the sight. 

Ricky pulled at the waistband of his boxers and let it flick back. It snapped against Gyuvin’s stomach. The younger whined. 

“Get on with it,” he complained. 

Ricky slapped his thigh. “Stop being impatient,” he said, but then pulled Gyuvin’s underwear down to his ankles and threw it in the same general direction as his pants. 

“Holy shit,” Hao whistled. “No wonder Ricky always cries when you fuck him.” 

“I do not,” Ricky snapped. ‘What are you even talking about?”

“Gyuvin’s fucking horse cock,” Hanbin responded for him. 

Ricky shot him a look. Gyuvin stifled an amused laugh. 

“How do you even walk, Ricky? That thing looks like it could incapacitate someone for days.”

“Oh, it does,” Gyuvin said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You should see the way he acts if I don’t prep him well enough. He makes me carry him everywhere, give him the damn princess treatment.”

“For one, you give me princess treatment anyways,” Ricky pointed out. 

“Because you’re my princess,” Gyuvin added, which the blonde ignored.

“Second, it's not my fault that your dick is offensively big. It’s yours, so you should take responsibility.”

“Whatever you say.” Gyuvin paused, letting Ricky enjoy his moment of success, letting him think that Gyuvin had decided to agree with him, before adding. “Pillow princess.”

Ricky sputtered in disbelief. “Oh, I will show you that I’m not a pillow princess, you son of a bitch,” Ricky snarled, before promptly shoving Gyuvin’s dick into his mouth. 

Ricky’s mouth was small. He was never able to open it very wide, his jaw dainty just like the rest of his body and personality. It proved unfavorable now, as his lips stretched painfully wide around Gyuvin’s dick. He got about half of it in, which was impressive given the sheer size, before gagging. Gyuvin tossed his head back, eyebrows sinching together, and tangled both hands in Ricky’s hair. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, low and drawn out. 

Ricky pulled off and ran his tongue along the whole length. It was soon covered in his spit, so wet that it was dripping off Gyuvin’s dick and onto the floor beneath him. Ricky dug his tongue into the slit, making Gyuvin curse and yank at his boyfriend’s hair. The blonde winced and slapped Gyuvin’s thigh. 

“Sorry,” he whispered, though he didn’t sound very sincere.

Ricky wrapped his lips around Gyuvin’s dick again. He began bobbing his head and jerking off the parts he couldn’t reach. The slick noises and saliva dribbling down Ricky’s chin made Hao’s legs weak. He grabbed on to Hanbin for balance, but the younger man didn’t seem to be doing much better. They both stumbled a bit but kept their eyes locked on the scene in front of them. 

“Holy shit, they’re so hot, Hao,” Hanbin all but whined, voice low. Hao nodded, digging his fingers into Hanbin’s bicep. Hao’s head was spinning, and it only got worse as he watched one of Ricky’s hands travel down, beneath his own waistband. Ricky winced, then pulled his hand out and pulled off. He spit on his own hand. Gyuvin made a confused noise. 

“My fingers are too dry,” Ricky said simply and shoved two into his mouth. It took Hao a second, but his brain clicked when the blond shoved his hand back in his pants and raised on his knees a bit. Ricky went back to giving Gyuvin head, but was now also grinding down on his own fingers. The room was now filled with the arousing sounds of slick rhythm and deep moans combined with the squeaky noises Ricky was letting out around Gyuvin’s dick. Then, Hanbin’s soft, heaving breaths were added to the mix. Hao’s head turned slowly, not wanting to take his eyes off the younger couple but knowing exactly what that sound meant. 

Next to him, Hanbin was masturbating. Hao’s breath caught in his throat. He was pretty sure he had never felt this inflamed in his entire life, his whole body burning like it was on fire. Hanbin’s eyes flicked to him upon realizing that Hao was looking. 

“Sorry,” he muttered breathily, but he didn’t stop. 

Hao, without saying a word, pulled Hanbin closer to him and grabbed the younger’s arm with his other hand, yanking it away. Hanbin gave him a questionable look that soon turned pleasurable as Hao replaced Hanbin’s hand with his own. Hanbin was painfully hard in his grip. Hao was painfully hard in his pants. In front of them, Gyuvin’s moans got breathier and closer together. His thighs clenched around Ricky’s head, but the blonde had no open hands to shove them away. The older couple watched in amazement as Ricky pulled off, took a deep breath, and then went down on Gyuvin again. And down, and down, Ricky’s mouth continuing to take Gyuvin deeper. He choked once, but then swallowed, and kept pushing until his nose was pressed against his boyfriend’s stomach. There was a bulge in Ricky’s throat, showing the outline of Gyuvin’s dick deep inside him. The brunette’s whole body seized, head tossing back with a loud moan and came. Ricky swallowed again as he did it. Gyuvin’s thighs pressed harshly against Ricky’s ears, likely suffocating him. When Ricky finally pulled off, he licked Gyuvin’s tip repeatedly until the younger groaned and yanked him away. 

“Jesus, Rui,” he sighed. He combed his hands through Ricky’s now messed up hair and wiped cum off the corner of his mouth. Ricky was still sniffling a bit, face covered in drool and tears. The blonde pulled the hem of his shirt up to rub his face clean. 

Ricky turned around to look at Hao and Hanbin. Surprisingly, his cat-like eyeliner hadn’t budged a bit. The lip tint he had been wearing had smeared, and his waterline was dark with smudged mascara, but the eyeliner wasn’t affected at all, keeping that sharp, kitty look on his face. He raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow when he noticed Hao’s hand in Hanbin’s pants. 

“Having fun?” He asked. The broken, hoarseness of his voice made Hao and Hanbin groan in synch. Gyuvin had the nerve to laugh at them. 

Gyuvin stood up. Seeing his whole, naked body in front of them made Hao feel feverish. He reached down and pulled Ricky up by one of his hands. The blonde stretched, popping his back and his neck. Then, he stared the older couple down. His eyes were bewitching, magnetizing, as they always had been. But here, in the dark of the room, in the situation they were in, Hao felt himself more drawn to the two people in front of him than he had ever been in his entire life. 

Ricky stalked forward and grabbed Hao by the collar. He pulled the elder forward and then threw him on the bed. He then climbed onto Hao’s lap and slammed their lips together in a fiery kiss. Without any hesitation, Hao placed his hands on Ricky’s hips and kissed back. The blonde placed his hand on Hao’s cheek and Hao’s whole body shook when he realized that it was still soaking wet. Hao’s hips inadvertently began grinding him, pressing into Ricky’s. The younger made a small noise and pulled away to pull at Hao’s waistband. Hao’s dick slapped against his stomach and he was hit with sharp embarrassment when he became aware of just how hard he was. 

“You have a nice cock,” Ricky commented, absentmindedly. 

It was at this moment that Hao noticed where Gyuvin and Hanbin had gone. The former was kneeling next to Ricky. The latter, behind Ricky. Gyuvin’s hand was wrapped around a now-naked Hanbin’s dick, slowly pumping up and down. Hanbin had one hand on Ricky’s shoulder, the other wrapped around Gyuvin’s wrist. Ricky, still facing Hao, morphed his expression into an evil smile at seeing the reaction on the eldest’s face. He turned just his head, one hand grasping at the back of Hanbin’s neck, and pulled the leader in. They met halfway, Hanbin’s moans being swallowed down Ricky’s throat. 

To Hao, the moment was unbelievably surreal. Ricky was sitting on his waist, making out with Hao’s boyfriend, who was getting a hand job from Gyuvin. If you had told Boys Planet Zhang Hao that he would be in this situation in the future, he would’ve laughed in your face and then hidden himself to masturbate to the idea. 

Ricky pulled back, a moist, suctioning noise emitting from their separation. “Prep him,” Ricky murmured. 

Hao didn’t realize they were talking about him until Ricky placed Hanbin’s fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around them, drenching them in his spit, and bringing them down between Hao’s spread legs.  

“You can do that, can’t you?” He giggled, voice patronizing. Hanbin didn’t even look offended by it, eyes hazy where he was still staring at Ricky’s red, swollen lips. He nodded and swallowed, then pressed inside Hao. 

The touch had Hao keening, having been painfully aroused for so long with zero contact. Hanbin slid two fingers inside him and began moving in and out, stretching him slowly. The leader had his face hooked over Ricky’s clothed shoulder, staring down to read his boyfriend’s expression. Ricky was now turned to the side and making out with his boyfriend. 

Before Hao knew it, Hanbin had three fingers inside, spreading and pushing them. He slapped Hanbin's hand where it still lay on Ricky’s shoulder. 

“I’m good,” he said. “I’m ready.”

Hanbin nodded. He took a deep breath, then lined his dick up with Hao’s hole. When he inserted himself inside, Hao tossed his head back with a whine. 

“Oh, holy shit,” he groaned, hands squeezing Ricky’s waist as a lifeline. He faintly heard Ricky snicker. When he opened up his bleary eyes, not quite remembering when he closed them, Ricky’s pretty face was the first thing he saw. He was still sitting above Hao, looking down at him, glowing like an angel saving his life. 

Hanbin, who had paused for a second to let Hao adjust, now began thrusting in and picking up pace. Moans tumbled out of Hao’s mouth unrestrained, his chest heaving. Hanbin was hitting his prostate with every thrust, pleasure coursing through the eldest’s body. 

“So good, so good,” Hao whimpered, muscles clenching and releasing repetitively. He was pretty sure there was drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth. He turned his head into the side, trying to muffle himself with the pillow. All he could hear were his moans, noisy and squeaky. His eyes slipped shut again. 

Two hands grabbed his facing, turning it back forward. Hao looked up at Ricky, who was smiling. 

“And you made fun of me for crying during sex,” the blonde complained. He swiped his thumbs across Hao’s cheekbones, who suddenly became aware of the wetness on his face. 

“Not- mph- not funny,” Hao groaned. 

Ricky didn’t answer. He turned around to look at Hanbin. “Can Hao-hyung come untouched?” He asked, like Hao wasn’t directly under him and very capable of answering himself. 

Hanbin just shook his head, too focused on thrusting right into Hao’s sweet spot to answer with a complete thought. Now Ricky turned back, fixing Hao with a curious look. “Never?”

Hao shook his head, hair sliding against the silk pillowcase. “Can’t-” he muffled a moan with his hand- “Can’t do it. Tried before. Can’t.”

Ricky nodded in understanding. There was a strange expression on his face like he was deep in thought, lips drawn downward into a pout. “Okay.” 

Ricky placed one of his hands on Gyuvin’s shoulder next to him and pressed up on his knees. Hao watched, stomach and heart going frazzled as Ricky slid off his shorts and reached down to wrap his fingers around Hao’s dick. The pressure had his eyes rolling back. Ricky spread his pre-cum all over his dick. 

“What’re you-”

“I’ll help,” Ricky said, voice smooth, before pressing Hao’s cock against his hole and sliding all the way down in one move. 

The noise that exited Hao’s mouth was the most embarrassingly loud, broken noise he had ever made in his life, but he couldn’t help it. Ricky was so tight, so wet, so warm. He squeezed Hao so hard that the eldest was a little afraid his dick would fall off. It was burning where he was inside of Ricky.

 In front of him, the blonde was having the most honest, least bratty reaction he had tonight. Ricky’s eyes were shut tight, jaw clenched. Gyuvin now had his hands above Hao’s on Ricky’s waist and was pressing kisses into the side of his neck, right along Ricky’s tattoo. Ricky dropped his hand down to lace his fingers with Gyuvin’s. The younger instantly reciprocated. 

“You okay?” Gyuvin whispered, pulling on Ricky’s dangling earring with his teeth. Ricky nodded, breathing with difficulty. 

“I duh- definitely didn’t prepare myself well enough,” Ricky groaned. 

Gyuvin laughed, poking at Ricky’s ribs. “I could’ve told you that. You’re too tiny everywhere, Rui.”

Ricky shot him a glare and swatted at him. Then, with a trembling breath, began slowly riding Hao. He was moving with difficulty, clearly struggling with the lack of strength in his legs. Little whimpers left his mouth as he moved up and down in miniscule movements. After a few minutes of Ricky trying and failing to get rhythm, two more hands took their place on Ricky’s body. Hanbin was still looking over the blonde’s shoulder, face red and breathing heavily with his effort. He was still thrusting harshly into Hao, but had removed his hands from Hao’s hip and placed them on the blonde’s. 

“Want some help, Ricky?” Hanbin’s voice was low and rough, sounding like it did when he first woke up. Hao couldn’t help but clench down at the sound of it, and he didn’t miss the way that Ricky tightened around him. 

Ricky nodded. “Please, please, please,” he gasped. 

Hanbin, their darling leader, their multi-talented member, their superstar of success, Mr. Good At Everything, never had any trouble handling multi-tasking. It showed useful right now, as he tightened his grip on Ricky and helped the younger move, guiding Ricky up and pulling him down without his own hips ever stuttering in rhythm. Within minutes, he had the blonde fully bouncing on Hao’s dick, loud slapping noises echoing in the room and Ricky’s moans growing more constant, emitting with every movement. 

“I told you, you’re a pillow princess,” Gyuvin teased, snickering. “Can’t even ride dick without someone helping, hm?” 

“Shut up,” Ricky seethed. Hao supposed it was supposed to be intimidating, but the way his voice broke into a whiny sob after hindered his persona. 

“Gyuvin-ah,” Hao called out, reaching toward the younger. He perked up like a dog and crawled to Hao’s outstretched hand. Hao caressed Gyuvin’s face with his fingers, running his pointer along the bridge of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the edge of his jawline. Gyuvin leaned into the touch, nuzzling. 

“Gyuvin-ah,” Hao repeated. He pulled the brunette’s face in. “Please kiss me.”

“Well,” Gyuvin giggled. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The youngest leaned in and pressed their lips together. Hao was hit with the fact that this was different from kissing Hanbin and different from kissing Ricky. Where Ricky was sharp, his tongue knotting with yours and knowing exactly where to poke and prod to make you putty, Gyuvin was soft. His tongue traveled around, lazily spinning around Hao’s. Ricky was exact, lips fitting on to yours perfectly and keeping his tongue deep, down your throat. Gyuvin was the opposite. Saliva dripped through the gaps in their lips. His tongue slipped out to lick along Hao’s lower lip more than once, occasionally catching the skin on Hao’s chin or cheeks. Kissing Gyuvin was different than kissing Ricky, but in the most perfect, understandable way. Ricky and Gyuvin were polar opposites in everything that they did, and yet everything they did went so well together, like the positive and negative sides of a magnet being drawn toward each other and never letting go once they’ve closed the space. 

Hao felt his stomach begin to coil. He was on edge. Ricky on his dick, Hanbin inside of him, and Gyuvin pressed against his mouth had him sitting on a cliff, peering down at the falling pebbles that slipped from beneath his foot, so close to tumbling off. He heard Hanbin and Ricky whispering to each other, likely talking dirty, and wished more than anything that he was able to focus on that conversation. But his mind was cloudy, the pleasure driving him stupid. He sifted through the mist, trying his best to break through and catch a glimpse of Ricky and Hanbin’s voices. 

“-onna cum, gonna cum,” Ricky whined. Hanbin’s forehead was against the juncture between Ricky’s neck and his shoulder, breathing raggedly down his back. 

“You can, Ricky-ah. Cum for hyung, hm?” 

With Hanbin’s permission, Ricky tumbled over the edge right before Hao. He went rigid, growing impossibly tighter around Hao’s dick. Broken sobs left his mouth and at the corner of his mind, Hao felt wetness fall onto his stomach. Hanbin groaned and sped up at the sight, jackhammering into his boyfriend. The combination of Ricky squeezing his dick and Hanbin slamming inside him had Hao hurtling into an orgasm. He came hard, nearly screaming against Gyuvin’s lips. 

When he hit the tail-end of his orgasm, Hanbin was still thrusting and Ricky was still on top of him. The latter lifted himself up and practically fell onto the bed, body quaking. Gyuvin slid away from Hao to check on his boyfriend. His dick’s freedom from Ricky’s walls was almost enough to curb the painful overstimulation, but Hanbin’s dick had him shaking. He slapped at his boyfriend’s chest. 

“Hurts,” he groaned. Usually he was all for a little bit of overstimulation, possibly a second orgasm, but not today. He had just come the hardest he ever had in his entire life. The usual painful-pleasure of continuing after his orgasm was nothing but pain right now, no edge of pleasure. 

Hanbin, without hesitation, pulled out. He leaned down to press a kiss to Hao’s sweaty forehead, mumbling a ‘sorry, baby.’ Hao felt a little sorry at the sight of Hanbin’s bright red, clearly throbbing dick. A part of him wanted to offer a hand job or blowjob, but he needed to gain his muscles and lungs back before committing to anything of the sort. He felt like Jell-O at the moment, like a wobbly wet noodle, limp and glowing with good sex. 

Hanbin helped Hao sit up against the headboard. The leader reached over and grabbed a water bottle from their nightstand (thank god that Hanbin had a mission to always keep everyone hydrated, which consisted of placing plastic water bottles randomly throughout the dorm) and poured it into Hao’s mouth. The eldest gulped it down like he had been deprived of it for days, swallowing practically the whole thing before pushing it away. 

“Thanks, Binnie,” he smiled, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. 

Outside of their little domestic bubble, Ricky and Gyuvin were bickering (surprise, surprise) on the other side of the bed. 

“You are insane , Quibing,” Ricky was saying. He was laying down on his back. The long-sleeve, loose shirt that he was wearing was now covered in numerous substances, likely including cum, sweat, and tears. Gyuvin was on his knees next to Ricky’s head, leaning over and palms planted on the bed to make direct eye contact with him.  

“Honestly tell me that you think it's a bad idea,” Gyuvin retorted. 

“It is a bad idea. You’re going to kill me.”

“Don’t be dramatic, princess. You’ve handled worse.”

“You can’t even take a finger up the ass. Don’t act like you understand.” 

“I can very much take a finger, asshole. I just don’t want to. You’re the one who likes taking stuff up your ass anyways.” 

“Was that a slight?”

“It was a fact, dumbass.”

“Don’t call me a dumbass-”

“Be nicer, kitty-cat. Aren’t you supposed to be subdued after cumming? Or is one not enough for you?”

“Do not patronize me,” Ricky growled through his teeth. “I am perfectly fine falling asleep right now and leaving you to handle that-” he gestured toward Gyuvin’s dick- “for you to handle yourself.”

“But you won’t though. Because you’re already getting hard at the idea,” Gyuvin replied in a lilted voice. 

“I’m completely against this. I’m going soft at this idea,” Ricky said, crossing his arms and turning his head away. 

“C’mon, princess. You can lie, but your dick can’t.” Gyuvin smiled. He crawled around Ricky’s body and slid between the blonde’s legs. He pried them apart and wrapped them around his waist. 

“What are you two talking about over there,” Hao asked, exasperated at the fact that Gyuvin and Ricky’s arguing once again ruined an enjoyable moment. 

Gyuvin placed his hands on Ricky’s knees, then slid them up until they were pushing at the hem of his shirt. He slowly but surely shoved up Ricky’s top until it was bunched just above his ribs. Hanbin stared, entranced by Ricky’s naked body. His skin was all soft, hairless, and strangely pale, as if he wasn’t human but rather some Greek demigod sculpted in a marble statue. The thing that proved his humanity was the fact that all of his joints and sharp edges were tinted pink, knees rubbed raw after being on them for so long. His dick was in fact hard, as Gyuvin had pointed out, against his stomach, pre-cum dribbling into his bellybutton and mixing with the drying cum from his previous orgasm. Additionally, his thighs were covered with the milky-white remnants of Hao’s orgasm, dripping out of his hole and sliding down his legs. The sight alone had Hanbin’s heartbeat pulsating in his dick. 

“Hanbin-hyung,” Gyuvin called, expression telling Hanbin that he knew exactly what was going through the leader’s head. “You wanna fuck Ricky?”

Hanbin stuttered, head flipping between the blonde on the bed, his annoyed expression, crossed arms, face turned toward the wall, and the puppy-dog figure on top of him, tail practically wagging and a beaming smile.

“No-uh. It’s fine. All yours,” Hanbin responded. He swallowed hard. “I just fucked Hao, and you’re just as hard as me. Be my guest.” 

He was rambling a bit, trying his best not to glance back down to Ricky’s body. 

Gyuvin shook his head, laughing. “It doesn’t have to be you or me, hyung.”

Hanbin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

The youngest smiled. He grabbed Ricky’s jaw in his hands and squeezed, making the blonde’s lips pucker out. Then he forcefully jerked Ricky’s head to look at Hanbin. Ricky’s makeup was even more messy now, lip tint gone completely, only a light glaze smeared around his lips, and mascara streaked on his cheeks. In some insane, magical way, the eyeliner hadn’t budged. Hanbin wanted nothing more than to make him ruin that, too. 

“It can be you and me.”

Hanbin’s brain melted. It leaked out of his ears, nose, and eyes. It slipped down, into the crevices leading to Hanbin’s body and sloshed through his organs and stomach. Some way, somehow, it dribbled right into Hanbin’s dick. He grew impossibly harder. 

“You- mean- wait, you mean-”

“He wants both of you to stick your dicks inside me at the same time,” Ricky scowled, not pulling any punches. 

Next to Hanbin, Hao whimpered. 

“So? Do you wanna?” Gyuvin asked, shooting him a wink. 

Hanbin panicked, looking down at Ricky. “Are you okay with this?” 

Instantly, Ricky’s expression softened. It seemed that he had forgotten for a moment that not everyone was like him and Gyuvin. Not everyone understood that sometimes, when he said no, it meant 100% yes. Sometimes, when he glared, it was to cover up the hearts in his eyes. That whenever he begged Gyuvin to stop, he was begging for so much more at the same time. 

“I want to. I want you to. Only if you want to, too.” It was a lot of words, a lot of the same sounds and syllables, but the point got across. Hanbin nodded, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. 

“I really, really wanna.” It came out like a moan. 

“Good,” Gyuvin grinned. 

He tightened Ricky’s legs around him like a belt and then, in a sort of WWE move way, flipped them over. Now, they were in a similar position to the one Hao and Ricky had been in, the blond one on top of his hips. Gyuvin made the decision to finally pull Ricky’s shirt off, yanking it over the blonde’s head. They were now completely naked against each other and a sight to behold. With one last look at Hao and one squeeze at the eldest’s hand, he glided across the bed to kneel behind Ricky. 

“This how you wanna do it?” Gyuvin asked, looking up at Ricky and running his hands along the blonde’s ribs. Ricky thought for a second. He flipped around in Gyuvin’s lap, now facing Hanbin.

“It’ll be easier this way,” he said, giving the leader an encouraging smile. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? You look worried,” Ricky whispered, giggling a bit behind one of his perfectly-manicured hands. 

“It’s the first time I’ve done anything like this,” Hanbin responded, feeling jittery. “I think you and Gyuvin are a little kinkier than Hao and I.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Ricky said. He placed his palm on Hanbin’s cheek and tilted his head forward, bumping their foreheads together. “Don’t be nervous. Relax into it and enjoy it.”

Gyuvin pressed a kiss to Ricky’s bare shoulder. “You ready?”

Ricky gave a small ‘mhm,' spreading his knees farther apart. Gyuvin slid in. He went slowly, giving Hanbin a front row seat of how big Gyuvin’s dick actually looked compared to Ricky’s hole. Ricky really was too tiny everywhere, and just the sight of Gyuvin’s cock imposing on the space between his legs made Hanbin wince a bit. Ricky’s head fell back, his breathing ragged. 

“Oh, god,” he moaned. Hanbin grabbed Ricky’s hand in one of his, interlocking their fingers. Instantly, Ricky began squeezing with great force. “Fuck, you’re fucking huge. ”

Gyuvin hummed, pressing kisses into Ricky’s silky blonde hair. “Tell me when I can move.”

A silence fell over the room. Ricky was shaking between them, his whole body tense and keyed-up. Hanbin grazed his finger along Ricky’s hairless thighs. 

“Relax, Ricky-ah. Let go,” he whispered. Almost instantly, as if subconsciously following the words of his leader, Ricky’s body settled. 

“You can move,” he whimpered. Gyuvin thrusted up. Ricky made a broken noise. 

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, high and whiney. 

From behind him, it was pretty clear that Gyuvin was struggling as well. His expression was one of pure pleasure, small grunts falling from his mouth with each movement into his boyfriend.

 “Your turn,” he murmured, shooting Hanbin a pleased look. 

Hanbin looked down, staring at the way Gyuvin entered and exited. It already looked to him like Ricky was stretched wide enough, likely unable to go any further. A heavy feeling settled in his stomach. In the back of his mind, a flash of the blonde in serious pain flared up, and the panic came quickly again, filling his body. He didn’t even realize he was making small, unhappy noises until Ricky's hand came up to his face. 

The blonde’s dainty fingers tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet Ricky’s eyes. They were mesmerizing, and Hanbin stared into them like they held the answers to all the mysteries in the universe. 

“You’re shaking, Hyung.” Ricky said it like it was a secret between just the two of them. 

“I don’t think-” 

“You- ah, you’re not going to hurt me,” Ricky interrupted. It was insane how the younger always managed to read Hanbin’s mind. 

“But what if I do?” 

“Hanbin-hyunggg,” he said, drawing it out in a mewl. “You’re not going to, okay? Just- just, please make me feel good. Please?”

Ricky’s eyes were filmed over with tears once again. It brewed something inside Hanbin, a dark ugly part of him, that wanted to make Ricky cry harder, to see the tears spill over the edge, to make sobs the only thing coming out of his mouth. 

The blonde guided Hanbin’s fingers down to his stomach. Hanbin watched, hypnotized, as Ricky gathered up Hao and his cum, slathering it on Hanbin’s fingers. Then, he moved them further south and pressed them right on his whole, up against Gyuvin’s dick thrusting in and out. The youngest made a soft squeak when Hanbin’s fingers brushed against his cock. 

With a little bit of pressure from Ricky, two of Hanbin’s fingers slipped past the rim and into his hole. Ricky’s mouth dropped into an ‘O’, and he had a full-body shiver. Gyuvin groaned. 

“So much, so much, too much,” Ricky rambled. 

“Too much?” Hanbin asked, voice wavering and attempting to pull his fingers out. A wrist wrapped around his hand and shoved his fingers deeper, harder. Ricky keened, head tossing back violently. 

Hanbin and Gyuvin’s eyes met across Ricky’s shoulder. “Don’t panic,” Gyuvin smiled evilly. “He likes it. Focus on his body, not his words. He’s a liar”

“I’m- uh- right here, Quibing,” Ricky moaned. 

“Yes, I’m aware, princess. I’m just telling hyung what I already know.”

Ricky brought Gyuvin’s forearm up to his mouth and bit it. Gyuvin yanked away. 

“What the hell, Ricky?” 

“Don’t be a dick,” Ricky miffed. “I’m will- Oh, fuck- willingly taking- taking two dicks right now. Be nice- ah, ah- be nicer to me.”

“You’re not taking two dicks yet,” Gyuvin pointed out, punctuating his words with a vicious thrust that had Ricky practically screaming.

“So you’ll be nicer to him once I’m inside?” Hanbin grinned, for once wanting to join in on the banter. 

“Not at all. I’m going to fucking wreck you, baby.”

“Oh God, I hate you so much,” Ricky groaned. 

While they were bitching to each other, Hanbin slipped a third finger in Ricky, spreading them wide. He thrusted them a few times until the resistance faded. He glanced down at his own dick, then the three fingers. Then back at his dick. Was that enough? Three fingers was usually enough for Hao, but there was literally another cock inside of Ricky right now. Did that change things? Did it change preparation?

Hanbin, feeling out of his element, decided to just go for it. “I think he’s ready.”

Gyuvin and Ricky both paused, turning to him. Gyuvin stopped his movements. 

“Then put it in,” Ricky said simply, pretty boba eyes going wide like a curious cat’s. Gyuvin just nodded in agreement, fluffy hair bounding kind of like a golden retriever’s would. 

Ricky leaned all the way back, until Gyuvin’s chest was flush against him. He reached down and spread his thighs as far as they would go. Hanbin took his dick in his hand, jerking himself off a few times and making sure he was wet enough. He gave Ricky one last look, one last chance to back out, before he began pressing himself inside. 

Holy shit. Hanbin had never felt anything like this before. His dick slid against Gyuvin’s, slippery and silky, inside of Ricky’s hole. The pressure from Ricky’s walls made him delirious, spongy and so fucking tight. He got his dick about halfway in before Ricky started sobbing. 

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, no no no,” he mewled, hands slapping at Hanbin’s shoulders. “Stop, Bin. Hyung, ‘s too much. I can’t.”

His words were mixing together, tumbling out of his mouth between blubbering sobs. 

“I can’t, I can’t,” Ricky cried. He pressed his palm flat against Hanbin’s chest and tried to push him away. Hanbin froze, unsure of what to do. Gyuvin seemed to notice that, as he immediately took charge. 

Gyuvin grabbed Ricky’s hands, stopping them from hitting any part of the leader that they could reach. He shoved both of Ricky’s wrists into one of his hands and locked them above the blonde’s head. Then, he nuzzled into Ricky’s hair. 

“You’re okay, princess, you’re okay,” Gyuvin whispered, kissing the crown of his head. “Relax, baby. You’re okay.”

“‘S too much. Tell him to pull out, I can’t-, I can’t do it, Quibing-ah please,” Ricky sobbed. 

“Calm down. Just breath, princess.”

Hanbin felt a pressure against his side. Hao was now pressed against his shoulder, staring down at Ricky with wide eyes. Hanbin instantly grabbed Hao’s hand, needing to feel his boyfriend’s peace at the moment. 

Gyuvin let Ricky press his head into Gyuvin’s neck. Ricky cried, hard, muffling his broken whines against his boyfriend’s skin. Gyuvin looked up at Hanbin. He wrapped a hand around Ricky’s neck, forcing his head farther in, and then mouthed ‘Do it.’

Hanbin shook his head around, sure of the fact that his eyes read that wrong or his brain interpreted incorrectly. Then, Gyuvin said it again. ‘Do it all at once.’

“What?” Hanbin breathed. Next to him, Hao’s breath hitched. 

Gyuvin said the next words to the blonde, but kept his eyes on Hanbin. “You’re in your own head, baby. Just calm down, okay? It’ll be okay.”

Do it all at once, now! 

Hao squeezed Hanbin’s hand. “Listen to him,” Hao whispered, centimeters away from his ear. “Just do it.”

Hanbin closed his eyes. Gyuvin shoved one of his legs against Hanbin’s lower back, forcing him forward. The leader slammed the rest of his dick inside Ricky, all at once, completely bottoming out. 

Ricky let out a wail. His whole body trembled and shook, tears pouring down his face. He clenched around the two dicks inside of him so tight that Hanbin actually passed out, losing vision, for a hot second. When his vision cleared, Ricky was vibrating between them, blubbering, a new, fresh wave of cum on his stomach. 

“Holy shit, Ricky,” Gyuvin laughed, sounding crazed. “Did you just cum?”

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, Gyuvin, I hate you,” Ricky repeated, weeping and sounding like a broken record. 

Gyuvin just let out a slightly strained laugh. “I love you too, princess.”

Then, Gyuvin sat up. Ricky screeched, the younger’s dick reaching even further inside of him. Now, the blonde was pressed between their torsos, severely quivering. 

Gyuvin began thrusting up into Ricky. His boyfriend was limp as a doll, letting himself be moved in any way, body too overwhelmed to stop anything or do anything himself. Hanbin took Gyuvin’s cue and started moving as well. The slide of Gyuvin’s dick against his and the feeling of Ricky’s walls pressed around him, pulsating, had Hanbin’s eyes rolling back. 

He and Gyuvin were both cursing like sailors, their low groaning and growling a complete juxtaposition to Ricky’s high, constant, staccato moans and screams. 

“Too big, too full, too much,” he said on repeat, though most of the words were blurred by sobs and broken noises. 

Hanbin felt like he was in heaven, experiencing a new kind of pleasure, his whole body on fire and begging for more. Ricky’s sounds were like an incentive to him, spurring him on to thrust more brutally and force more of them out of the blonde’s swollen lips. 

“Hey,” Gyuvin grinned, voice shaky from exertion. He was staring at Hao and Hanbin with a wicked look. It was likely that whatever was about to come out wasn’t going to be beneficial to Ricky. “Do you guys wanna see something cool?”

“Cool?” Hao echoed in confusion. 

“No!” Ricky instantly shrieked. “No, you motherfucker, don’t you dare! Kim Gyuvin, I will tear your dick off. I will-”

Gyuvin wrapped one hand around Ricky’s throat and choked him harshly, the veins in his arms flexing with the force. At the same time, he tangled his other hand in Ricky’s hair and yanked his head back so hard that Hanbin was sure he was going to pull the locks out. Ricky’s eyes rolled back completely in his head as he orgasmed. Far less cum came out of his dick this time, clearly spent and exhausted from his past two orgasms. His body shook like a vibrator, yelping and mewling and crying. 

“Works like a charm, every time,” Gyuvin said. 

Hanbin couldn’t help the incredulous laugh he let out. 

“Holy shit,” Hao commented. 

“I- I 恨你,” Ricky seethed, gasping when he came back from his orgasm to find Hanbin and Gyuvin not pausing, not giving him a second to recuperate. 

“Oh, everybody clap!” Gyuvin giggled. “He’s doing what made you two so obsessed with us in the first place.”

“Oh my god, Gyuvin-ah, you really are a dick,” Hao gasped, impressed and feeling a little insane.

“Don’t act like you’re not turned on right now,” the youngest pointed out. 

Hao just grumbled. Hanbin was extremely close to coming now, seeing Ricky half-awake and boneless, whining and screaming with every thrust, voice broken and face covered in tears. Ricky was drooling now, too, losing control of all his muscles and going lax between them. 

“我就要死了,” Ricky cried. Next to Hanbin, Hao laughed. 

“你不会死的,” the older Chinese man responded. Ricky made an affronted squeak, as if Hao had disrespected him. Hanbin wished, not for the first time, that he knew Mandarin and could understand Ricky and Hao’s private little conversations. 

Hao shuffled on his knees toward Ricky. He turned the blonde’s face toward him. “ Do you feel good, sweetheart?” Hao asked in their native language. 

Ricky made sad, mewling noises. “ Too much, Ge-ge. I can’t- I can’t take it.” 

Hao’s sigh was condescending. “ I think I have a way for you to feel better, hm?”

Ricky just tilted his head into Hao’s touch, unable to get his next sentence out due to his brain dead moans. 

With a wicked grin, Hao wrapped his hand around Ricky’s dick. The blonde screamed like he had been burned and pounded against Hao’s chest with weak, nyang-nyang punches. 

“Pretty Lovelicky,” Hao said, in Korean this time. Ricky sobbed against him, betrayed by his favorite hyung, as his whole body squeezed painfully with his fourth orgasm of the night. His jaw dropped open, mouth stuck in a circle, tongue lolling out of his mouth. His eyes slipped shut, and then his whole body went limp. Hanbin and Hao watched in a mix of horror and amazement as Ricky passed out. He slumped back against Gyuvin’s chest, which got the brunette’s awareness. 

“Damn,” he said, pausing his thrusts. “Did he just pass out?”

“Uh,” the older couple said at the same time, intelligently. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Gyuvin groaned, wrapping an arm all the way around Ricky’s tiny waist and resuming his movements, in and out. Hanbin placed a hand on Gyuvin’s forearm. 

“Shouldn’t we stop? I mean, he passed out!” Hanbin pointed out. 

“Don’t stop,” Gyuvin moaned, tossing his head back and moving his hips desperately. “He likes it. Fuck, he likes being fucked when he’s unconscious.”

Seeing that Hanbin hadn’t moved and didn’t really believe him, Gyuvin continued. “We do it all the time, hyungs. He likes when I fuck him in the mornings that I get up before him. He wants me inside of him when he wakes up. He likes when I get home, late at night. I find him- mmh- I find him sleeping in the bed and he wants me to use his body. He- ah, fuck- he likes being used, Binnie. Do it.”

Hanbin, mind flashing with the image of Ricky being fucked awake, eyes bleary and confused in the mornings, his body being jostled by Gyuvin’s roughness, has Hanbin thrusting like someone’s paying him for it. He’s going deep and fast, pressing inside Ricky viciously and chafing against Gyuvin’s dick. It makes the young brunette speed up too, both of their moans filling the room like a chorus of pleasure. Ricky’s hole is less tight right now, his passed-out body slack and pliable. Hao begins peppering kisses all over Ricky’s face, sucking hickies into the younger’s neck. When the blonde gets flung into consciousness, he instantly clenches around their dicks, pushing Gyuvin and Hanbin over the edge at the same time, both of them cumming deep inside of Ricky. 

Hanbin pulled out and promptly fell into Hao’s awaiting arms. Gyuvin does the same flopping back onto the pillows with Ricky in his arms. The latter looked half-dead. He was covered in all four of their ejaculations, his thighs shaking so bad that it actually looked painful. Cum was leaking out of his swollen, gaping hole. His face was a mix of spit, tears, sweat, and makeup, and yet he still somehow looked like he walked out of a manga, his pretty face shining with post-orgasm(s) afterglow. Gyuvin was whispering sweet nothings into his ears, likely trying to calm him down after everything that he had just gone through. 

“Jesus Christ,” Hanbin groaned. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” 

“I second that,” Hao said.

“I third that,” Gyuvin said. 

“I hate you guys,” Ricky said. 

Gyuvin laughed, carding his fingers through the blonde’s hair. “Can you walk?” he asked. “We need to get cleaned up.”

“I won’t be able to walk for the next few days, Quibing,” Ricky whined, pressing his face into Gyuvin’s pecs. 

“You want me to carry you to the shower?” 

Ricky nodded. Gyuvin began standing up, his legs shaking as well, just not as horrible as Ricky’s. He surveyed the room. The bed was a mess of crumbled sheets and different gross liquids. He was pretty sure that everything under them right now needed to be deep cleaned. 

“Um, you guys want to sleep in our room tonight?” Gyuvin asked, scratching the back of his neck. It was funny that he was shy now, after everything they had done in the past few hours. 

Hanbin and Hao nodded. “Please,” Hao smiled. “I really don’t want to stew in our cum all night.”

“Gross,” Hanbin added, helpfully. 

Gyuvin nodded, grabbing Ricky’s hand and pulling him off the bed. The blonde slumped into Gyuvin’s hold. “Let’s shower. I’m fucking exhausted and want to get in bed as soon as possible.” 

Just as he was about to walk away, Hanbin grabbed his wrist. “Wait, Gyu.”

Gyuvin turned, looking at him with a quizzical look. “What’s up?”

“Just- what now?”

“What now?”

“Yeah, what now?”

Gyuvin stared at him for a second, then shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. We’re not in love with you, you guys aren’t in love with us. Now, everything can go back to normal.”

Hanbin nodded, a weight lifted off of his chest. He sighed in relief, not expecting Gyuvin's answer to be so straightforward or full of wisdom. He agreed. 

“We can do this again, though, right? I don’t think I can handle experiencing this only to never feel it again,” Hao complained. 

Gyuvin giggled. “Yeah, of course. Hell yeah.”

Ricky stumbled over his own feet. “Not often, though,” he slurred. He was talking to Hao and Hanbin, but his eyes were unfocused. Hanbin stifled a laugh at the sight of the exhausted kitty-like boy. 

“I think I’ll actually die. I think you guys would actually kill me,” Ricky whispered. He had what could only be described as a traumatized look on his face.