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IRREPLACEABLE
HONGJOONG x JONGHO x SEONGHWA
{🍎 ~🐿️~⭐️}
It’s intensely physical, the immediate effect that Hongjoong climbing onto the bed beside Jongho has on Seonghwa’s body. His skin flushes and prickles, his gut tightens and swirls, his pulse throbs deep in his neck — right beneath his treasured mating mark.
Seonghwa is mesmerised. He can’t take his eyes off their pack’s eldest and youngest alphas, as they move around one another with ease and anticipation. Their bodies synchronised in the sultry, warm glow of the room’s small lamp.
With a serene sigh, Hongjoong lets his body fall backwards onto the mattress, the hotel’s sheets billowing around him dramatically before they settle again. He pulls his arms up, curls his fists softly, and rests them at either side of his head - whining happily as he oscillates his neck and makes himself even more comfortable.
Once he’s satisfied with his position, once he’s soothed his wolf, he looks up at Jongho, kneeling attentively at his side, and says, ‘It looks like I’m all yours now, pretty alpha.’
Hongjoong sounds so calm and self-assured, and even though they’re not directed at him, those words hit Seonghwa so hard stars burst bright behind his eyes. His heated scent bleeds — thick — into the air. The whole situation already feels intensely erotic. It’s intimate and heavy in a way that makes everything feel sacrosanct; like two consecrated bodies are performing a holy ritual just for Seonghwa.
Equally overwhelmed by their captain’s declaration and his casual surrender, Jongho tips his head back and grips at his own thighs. A possessive growl clawing its way up and out of his throat, as his fingers tangle into the fabric of his pyjamas.
‘Hyung,’ Jongho breathes out, already so close to breathless, needy and whining, his teeth clamped together as he looks down at Hongjoong, as his body bends and bows over their happy captain. ‘Hyung, I need you. I need you so bad.’
One of their maknae’s hands comes down. It hovers close to Hongjoong’s chest, it lingers there. Not quite daring to touch their pack alpha. Despite his keen submission. Perhaps because of it. Jongho has always been so cautious and so careful when it comes to loving them, when it comes to bodies and boundaries. Seonghwa wants to reward his vigilance, his constant diligence, with a cascade of kisses.
‘You already have me,’ Hongjoong grins up at Jongho, as pleased as a man can be. His eyes darkening as his pupils dilate — the watery black spreading outwards, like ink being poured onto autumn’s newly fallen leaves. ‘Take me, alpha. Take all of me and use me as you will.’
Seonghwa feels his arousal drip between his legs; he feels his desire pulse and throb at his core. He smells the slick, gathering wetness. He aches to slip his fingers below his waistband. He longs to touch, and tease, and taste himself. They’ve barely begun, and it’s already so much.
‘Do I have permission to touch you?’ Jongho asks without any pretense, his question quiet and direct.
‘You do, my heart,’ Hongjoong says with a pleasant lilt, his eyes glistening with intent. He glances over at Seonghwa, and his smile widens wickedly. ‘You may touch me.... if our pretty omega allows it.’
Seonghwa swallows. He feels his adam’s apple bob. He feels Jongho’s eyes snap towards him, and the blistering burn of his focus.
‘Please,’ Jongho begs, all soft cheeks and wide, doe eyes — a deadly combination, if ever there were one. It’s an intoxicating, powerful plea. ‘Please, hyung. I’ll be so good for him. I’ll be so good for you.’
Jongho’s vocal desperation is a testament to how deep he’s in right now, because he must know, as they all know, that Seonghwa would never deny their maknae anything. Let alone something so tantalising, something so delicious, something that involves Seonghwa witnessing their captain’s open submission and their maknae’s dedicated domination. It’s a scene ripped straight from his wildest masturbatory fantasies.
Seonghwa looks towards Hongjoong — he still has that teasing smile tugging at his lips, despite being flat on his back. His whole body appears perfectly open, perfectly eager, perfectly in tune with his desires. He hungers to be taken apart. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes mirror the stars, his sharp teeth shine between the pleasing stretch of his pretty lips. He’s beautiful, always, but especially like this. Sensual. Sexual. Someone made to love and be loved. Someone made to fuck and be fucked. Someone who flies so very far beyond the norms of his gender and sub-gender that he’s utterly hypnotic. Capable of being so many deeply desirable things all at once.
Seonghwa swallows harshly again. His voice sounds hoarse as he says, ‘Give him what he wants. Anything he wants, Jongho. Make him feel good.’
‘Mmmm. You’re both so good to me, aren't you?’ Hongjoong practically sings out, still looking at Seonghwa as he guides one of Jongho’s hands down to meet his chest. Rolling his head to the side to expose the softest parts of his throat as Jongho cups the firm muscle he finds there, beneath his fingertips.
Jongho whines at Hongjoong’s keen submission. His eyes flicker with gold.
‘We’re not nearly as good as you deserve,’ Seonghwa says, mostly to himself. Watching with intent as Jongho leans down and kisses their leader. All lips, and teeth, and tongue. Eyes open as they bite, and suck, and taste one another.
Hongjoong deserves this and so much more. He deserves to have every part of him cherished and adored, to have every atom of him worshipped like it’s a deity. That’s what Seonghwa believes. And it’s not that he thinks that he, thinks that they, aren't good enough for him. That’s not true at all. It’s only that, in Seonghwa’s eyes, in their eyes, Hongjoong deserves the world, and so many more worlds beyond it. Everything they could give to him would never be enough for the man who fights off the world's darkness with one hand and soothes them so tenderly with the other.
Jongho pulls away from their kiss, he looks intoxicated. Pheromone drunk. Half-lost in the hazy fog of his lust. Hongjoong pulls at his bottom lip with his teeth before he lets it go again. He’s smiling like a wolf.
The maknae runs a finger down Hongjoong’s front, from the collar of the t-shirt he wore to bed to its hemline. His fingers twisting in the material as he talks, ‘I think you’re wearing far too many clothes, hyung.’
‘Then maybe you should take them off,’ Hongjoong teases right back, giving as good as he gets. His mouth falling open when Jongho pulls his t-shirt up and over his head in the blink of an eye, exposing his bare torso to the room. Hongjoong’s breathing picks up. Seonghwa watches his chest rise and fall more rapidly as he yields to the younger alpha. As he hands over control of his body.
Jongho untangles the shirt from Hongjoong’s arms and tosses it across the bed, away from everything that’s about to happen. After this, after whatever it is that Jongho does to him, he will have to put his clothes back on and pad down the corridor, back to his own room. Back to Yunho. The thought alone makes Seonghwa squirm.
Leaning down, Jongho swirls his tongue around each of Hongjoong’s stiff nipples. Never staying in one spot for too long. Keeping his mouth busy as his fingers toy with the waistband of Hongjoong’s elasticated sleep shorts, ready to move things along.
‘Ah, no. Not yet, pup,’ Hongjoong says in a bluster, reaching out and tipping Jongho’s head back with a gentle tug to his hair. ‘I don’t want to be naked alone. Please? Will you let me see you too, alpha?’
Jongho nods and climbs off the bed, shedding his pyjamas in an instant. Strong. Firm. Powerful. Those are the words that spring to mind when Seonghwa looks at Jongho and takes in his body. He's undeniably gorgeous. Seonghwa already knows that, of course he does, but it’s still the thought that comes to the forefront of his mind whenever he sees him naked, even now. Even after them being together for years. His impressive body has only ever been matched by his gentle heart. And he demands attention. Physically, he’s everything they’re told an alpha should be.
‘Mmm, that’s much better,’ Hongjoong purrs, widening the space between his parted legs. ‘Don’t you agree, Hwa?’
Seonghwa nods dumbly. He looks from Jongho to Hongjoong. He notes their leader’s hardening cock, stirring proudly beneath his shorts. Hongjoong sounds needy when he says, ‘Come and take these off me, baby. There’s a treat waiting for you underneath.’
Jongho is on him in a flash, knees on the mattress, hands on his shorts, shorts in his hand, shorts in the air, shorts on the floor, shorts long forgotten. Seonghwa can’t resist pointing his toes, stretching a little, so he can briefly drag his foot across the abandoned material. They're still warm from Hongjoong’s body. He has to fight the urge to drop to the floor and bury his face in them, he wants to inhale Hongjoong’s pheromones like they’re air.
‘Hyungie,’ Jongho says desperately, drawing Seonghwa’s attention back to the scene that’s unfolding only a few feet away from him.
Jongho is closer, his hips are aligned with Hongjoong’s bowed knees. His hands are flat on his hyung’s chest. He’s running them down over his stomach. Travelling them outwards to caress his thighs. ‘You’re so fucking sexy. Do you know that, hyung? You make my cock so hard. Fuck, you’re perfect.’
Hongjoong whines and tilts his head back, so his neck is on display again. The corner of Jongho’s mouth quirks up, he’s pleased. He’s very pleased. Hongjoong’s powerful alpha doesn't even put up a fight. It could rip through Jongho in a second, it could tear him apart, but it was never going to. It doesn’t howl or thrash. It doesn’t snarl or whimper. Because Hongjoong aches for this. He needs it.
‘That’s it,’ Jongho says, praising their leader’s malleability, rewarding his ease. ‘You’re so good for me, aren’t you, hyung? Letting me take care of you like this. I’m gonna make your body feel incredible. You can trust me. You and your wolf. Because we’re pack. Because I’m yours, and you’re mine.’
As their maknae’s hands settle on his waist, Hongjoong’s hips roll up. He needs attention. He’s desperate for it, he’s instinctively seeking pleasurable, intimate touch. He yearns to be fucked by the strong, soft-hearted alpha above him.
‘Please, Jongho,’ Hongjoong begs, his playful demeanour all but lost in the crashing waves of his building, blinding lust. Jongho answers his plea by pressing a lingering kiss against his collarbone, by swiping his tongue up his throat, by nuzzling under his jaw. Scenting him softly.
Seonghwa feels himself clench and gush at the sight of their bodies pressed together, at the sound of them breathing together, at the smell of their unbound want mingling in the air.
‘Don’t beg,’ Jongho whispers, just like he had to Seonghwa in the early hours of the morning, his lips ghosting the shell of Hongjoong’s ear. ‘Not for me, hyung. You never have to beg for anything. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Always. Always, alpha. Everything I do is for you.’
Seonghwa reaches down and curves his hand over his pyjama-clad sex, the fabric is wet and sticky. He massages his palm over his mound. His free hand coming up to rub over his chest, over the hard buds of his nipples. The fabric beneath his fingertips feels like a barrier, so he unbuttons his shirt and slips it off his shoulders, letting it fall and pool around his hips.
His movement catches their attention, and when he looks up again, both Jongho and Hongjoong are watching him. Their bodies still pressed close as Jongho kisses their captain’s neck, as he presses his teeth teasingly over his mating mark. Over the place where Seonghwa was the first to sink his teeth in, binding them all together for life.
Hongjoong already looks half-dazed. Seonghwa can smell his desire in the air. Cloying and rich — neroli and tonka. Masculine. Aromatic. Of the earth. Undeniably Hongjoong.
Their leader bites his lip between his teeth and lets it go with a soft moan, his eyes flickering closed as he pats the mattress beside him.
‘Lay here with me?’ Hongjoong asks, gasping as Jongho cups under his jaw, holds him firm, and presses the flat of his tongue to his skin. ‘You’re too far away, Hwa.’
Without even a speck of hesitation, Seonghwa’s body starts moving. His shirt is cast to the floor, and he lets himself fall flat on his back. His shoulder pressing against Hongjoong’s.
Hongjoong inclines his head towards him, and Seonghwa takes the initiative, turning his head, leaning towards him so he can taste his lips — so close to where Jongho is enjoying himself, nipping at their captain’s throat.
‘There you are,’ Hongjoong says as they separate, his voice now as languid and hazy as his movements.
Seonghwa smiles and looks up at Jongho. He’s pulled away from Hongjoong to stare down at them, his gaze full of admiration and hunger.
‘My pretty hyungs,’ Jongho teases softly, before his hand comes down to the waistband of Seonghwa’s pyjama pants. He smiles warmly and says, ‘You’re making a mess of these. I can see the shape of you through the fabric. You have such a needy little cunt, don't you, hyung?’
Seonghwa groans and more slick pours out of him. He’s so sensitive to things like this. To dirty talk and lewd comments about his body. If that makes him ‘easy’, so be it.
Arousal coils itself around Seonghwa’s spine.
‘Can I take them off for you?’ Jongho asks, always polite. ‘Can we see you, hyung?’
‘Please,’ Seonghwa agrees readily.
‘Our omega,’ Jongho trills, genuinely grateful as he takes hold of the pyjamas and pulls them down Seonghwa’s legs. Seonghwa raises his hips to help him. As soon as he does, as soon as he arches his back, his sweet scent rushes into the air around them.
‘Oh, fuck!’ Hongjoong moans, reaching down to take Seonghwa’s hand in his. ‘That makes my mouth water every damn time.’
Jongho casts the fabric aside and looks down at them again. His eldest hyungs, side by side. His pack alpha and his pack omega. Both naked. Cock hard. Cunt wet. Submitting to him and his care. To him and his touch. To him and his desires.
‘Open your legs for me,’ Jongho says, almost demands, and Seonghwa and Hongjoong do so without question. Their knees pressing together.
‘Fuck. You’re both so beautiful,’ Jongho says, an eyebrow rising as if something he’s just thought about has greatly amused him. They don’t have to wait long to find out what that something was.
‘I’m going to fuck Joongie-hyung,’ Jongho states calmly, looking right at Seonghwa. ‘But first, I’m going to bury my cock inside you. Does that sound okay, hyung? You’re gonna be our lube today. You’re gonna keep Joongie-hyung nice and wet for me. One hole is gonna help another.’
Seonghwa’s pussy throbs. It’s so dirty. So sexy. So intimate. So them.
It’s perfect.
‘Y-yes,’ Seonghwa nods, his pulse pounding in his throat. ‘Yes. Please, use me. I want it.’
‘Does that sound okay, hyung?’ Jongho asks again, looking towards Hongjoong this time. Making sure they all agree on the situation.
‘Yes, puppy,’ Hongjoong smiles, blinking slowly. ‘Get your big cock nice and wet for me, baby.’
Jongho moves closer to Seonghwa and presses his knees further apart, so his cunt spreads open and his rut-fucked hole is put on full display. Sure, Seonghwa could feel self-conscious about that, about the most intimate part of himself being so visible, so viewable, so vulnerable, but he doesn’t. Instead, he feels deeply desired. Jongho’s gaze is hungry. His eyes are shining with a visceral need for them and their bodies. The maknae’s hips thrust forward at what he sees, as he looks at the hole he spilled his seed into in the early hours of the morning.
‘Your body is incredible,’ Jongho says, his eyes meeting Seonghwa’s as he presses the head of his cock against his stretched-out, dripping-wet opening. ‘Help me get ready for Joongie-hyung? Make it nice and easy for him? Okay, omega? I want him to feel as wet as you do.’
He presses forward and slides his cock straight into Seonghwa’s body. Stretching him wide as he buries himself incredibly deep. Seonghwa’s eyes close, his head tips back as Jongho rocks forward inside of him. He can’t stop his body from clenching around the intense invasion.
Hongjoong moans beside them.
‘You're so sexy, Hwa,’ their captain says, his fingertips caressing Seonghwa’s shoulder. ‘Can you hear how wet you are? Ugh. You’re so fucking good to us, Hwa. Helping us like this. Donating your slick like this, so Jongho can breed me like a bitch.’
‘Oh, fuck,’ Seonghwa whines.
Jongho pulls back just to tease him.
‘Perfect omega. Pretty omega,’ Hongjoong continues, his mouth open as he watches Jongho fuck back into Seonghwa. ‘Taking that cock so well. You know, I learnt how to take cock by watching you do it? I let Jongho fuck me that first time because of how happy you look every time you’re on your back for him. I wanted to feel even a fraction of that. And now I do. Isn’t that amazing? You look so hot taking cock you got your head alpha addicted to it too.’
Seonghwa feels his slick gush again, as his arousal sharpens its claws and digs into his flesh.
‘Mmmm, that’s it,’ Jongho says, buried inside him. ‘Get me soaked. Good omega. Just like that. I’m gonna use your slick to fuck Joongie-hyung like he’s our whore.’
‘Jongho,’ Seonghwa whines, his hand coming up to rest on their maknae’s broad chest.
‘Why do we even buy lube when we have you?’ Jongho asks, taking Seonghwa's fingers off his chest and raising them to his lips, so he can kiss them, so he can suck them past his lips as his hips continue to work him open.
Seemingly inspired by his own actions, he lets Seonghwa’s fingers fall away and presses his own against Seonghwa’s hole, smearing his wetness all over his cock before pushing them inside, alongside his length. Seonghwa is stretched wider. He feels it. He cries out as Jongho fucks and fingers him. Breathless in his arousal. Dazed by his pleasure.
Jongho pulls his fingers free and bends forwards, so he can push them against Hongjoong’s lips. Their leader opens his mouth and shivers as he tastes the heady, omega sweetness. Seonghwa watches in amazement as Hongjoong curls his tongue around the maknae’s digits to ensure he’s cleaned up every drop.
It’s so much. Seonghwa whines and throws his head back against the bed. He could cum from this, from what’s happening right now and how it makes him feel in his chest.
Seonghwa has his eyes closed when Jongho touches his thigh, when his hand comes back to his pussy, when his fingers fuck back inside him, deep and purposeful, when he’s overwhelmed by his own scent, right under his nose, before Jongho makes him taste himself. He sucks hungrily on the fingers that fucked into him. On the fingers that Hongjoong has just licked clean.
‘Please,’ Hongjoong pleads quietly beside them. Seonghwa opens his eyes — their pack alpha looks dazed, almost tearful. For a moment, it makes Seonghwa’s stomach swoop and drop.
‘I’m coming, hyung,’ Jongho offers warmly. Before he smiles down at Seonghwa and says, ‘I’m gonna take care of our alpha now, hyungie. Help watch him, okay?’
Seonghwa nods, he wasn’t planning on looking elsewhere, but he knows what Jongho truly means. He means we both heard that raw vulnerability in his voice. He means we can both see how far he’s sinking. He means help me keep everyone safe.
Seonghwa feels the loss of Jongho’s cock keenly. He feels how open he is. Re-spread from this morning’s rut-fucking. He loves the feeling. His baser instincts make him feel proud of it, useful and used. He turns onto his side, props his head comfortably on a stray pillow, and lets a hand caress Hongjoong’s stomach. He touches him softly, as Jongho gets between his legs, presses them apart, and pushes into his body in one stroke.
‘Ah!’ Hongjoong cries out, his eyes wide and his brow furrowed.
No matter how much he wants it, no matter how much he craves it, an alpha’s body just isn’t designed the way an omega’s is. Seonghwa curls a little closer towards him. Feeling protective, like Hongjoong is a freshly presented omega who needs his guidance. And, in a way, he is.
‘That’s it,’ Jongho says, his hips still as he gives Hongjoong and himself time to adjust. ‘Relax for me, alpha. Let me in. You’re gonna take it all. I know you are. You already feel so good around me. Like you were made for this.’
Hongjoong bites his lip as he adjusts to the feeling, his pheromones confirm his happiness and his pleasure. He feels good. There’s no doubt about it. Seonghwa practically purrs in response. The soft sound, emanating freely from his throat, makes Hongjoong roll his hips again and Jongho presses forward, until he’s as deep as he can be.
‘Ahh!’ Hongjoong cries out again, resting his hand on the one Seonghwa has on his stomach. ‘Fuck me. Please, Jongho. I need it. I need it. Fuck me, alpha. Fuck me.’
Jongho does as he’s told and starts moving. His stroke steady and deep. Jolting their head alpha’s body every time their hips meet. It’s unrelenting.
Seonghwa watches in silent awe of how Jongho moves so precisely and certainly. Of the way Hongjoong’s body is so soft and open. Receiving him so readily.
‘You were born to take my cock,’ Jongho says, his hands on Hongjoong’s thighs to ensure he’s getting as deep as humanly possible every time. ‘You’re so good at being fucked on your back like this. Aren’t you, alpha?’
‘Yes,’ Hongjoong cries out. ‘Yes! I love it.’
‘I know you do,’ Jongho teases him lightly. ‘You feel so tight, hyung. Like you’ve never been fucked before. But we both know that’s not true, don’t we?’
‘Yes,’ Hongjoong answers him, a little pitchy on an inhale. ‘Yes.’
‘What a special pack alpha we have,’ Jongho says, his genuine pride evident. ‘Look at you. Look at you taking your fucking so well. You’re so good for me.’
‘I’m good,’ Hongjoong mimics quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips, and Seonghwa feels it in his heart.
‘That’s right,’ Jongho says, his cheeks flushed with his own pleasure. ‘There’s no better alpha in the world, and you’re all ours. Aren’t you, hyung?’
‘Yours,’ Hongjoong mutters, tilting his head back to show them his throat again. ‘Yours.’
Jongho brings his hand up, presses his fingers to their captain’s throat. Seonghwa’s cunt twitches. The last time they did this, Hongjoong was submissive, but this seems so much more — bigger, deeper. It’s enchanting. He’s beguiling.
‘Ours,’ Jongho confirms, bowing his head as his hips speed up. ‘Our alpha. Our leader. Our perfect little fuck hole. Our pack alpha who loves taking my cock on his back.’
‘Ugh,’ Hongjoong whines desperately. His body trembling. His skin prickling.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Jongho says, his fingers still resting softly on Hongjoong’s neck. Never tightening. Not needing any pressure to keep him exactly where he wants him. To keep him prone and vulnerable. ‘You like being told you’re a sex toy?’
Seonghwa is so aroused, so flustered, as he watches their interaction. His pulse points throb as Hongjoong nods. More slick rushes out of him, he makes a mess of the hotel sheets as he realises that this isn’t just dirty talk, as he realises that Jongho — their perfect Jongho — is making sure Hongjoong wants to hear those things about himself. He wants to be certain they’re turning him on.
‘Say it,’ Jongho presses him gently, needing to be sure.
‘I’m a sex toy,’ Hongjoong says, desperate and emotional. His eyes are wet. ‘I’m your fuck hole, alpha. Please... please...’
Jongho shushes him softly and brings the fingers around his throat up to caress his cheek. ‘Shhh. I’m right here. You don’t need to beg. You’re being such a good whore, hyung. You’re so warm. So wet. So tight. So perfect. You’re a perfect little bitch.’
Hongjoong whines, pleased, and tightens his grip on Seonghwa’s hand.
‘Hyung, can I?’ Jongho asks, looking down at Seonghwa, curling his fingers together and gesturing them towards his crotch. Seonghwa nods and raises one of his legs up.
Hongjoong can’t make slick, that’s just a fact, and no one wants him to get hurt. It’s sexy, too. Seonghwa’s arousal is through the roof. Knowing that he’s keeping them wet. Keeping them fucking. Jongho coats his fingers a few times, rubs it all over his cock, and pushes all the way back into Hongjoong’s obviously overwhelmed body.
‘Oh, fuck,’ Hongjoong whines. His pleasure mixed with the barest hint of pain.
‘Do you feel how wet we are?’ Jongho asks, picking up his pace again. ‘You’ve got our omega dripping, hyung. He’s leaking everywhere.’
‘I can feel it,’ Hongjoong says on a spacey exhale, looking over at Seonghwa before throwing his head back again. ‘And I can... I can smell it.’
‘You know, it's a shame I don’t have two cocks,’ Jongho muses, speeding his hips up again. ‘Then I could breed both of you at the same time. Use my two perfect hyungs at once. Fuck, you’re so sexy, hyung. Just like that. Take my cock. Keep taking my fucking cock. Good boy. You’re such a good fucking boy. Just like that. My perfect bitch.’
Jongho presses deeper and moves his hips from side to side. Hongjoong moans and wraps his legs tighter around their maknae’s hips. His cheeks are bright red. His mouth keeps falling open. He’s beautiful. Debauched. Fucked out.
‘Do you think we can put a pup in you if we try hard enough?’ Jongho groans, fucking into their pack alpha. Slower now, but still deep and grinding. The strength of it is punishing.
‘Y-yes,’ Hongjoong breathes shakily. His hand pressing down on top of Seonghwa’s hand, over his flat stomach. ‘Please. I- I need it.’
‘Then we better try and make it happen,’ Jongho says, his dark eyes reflecting his satisfaction. His irises glowing gold again. ‘You’re gonna carry my litter, hyung. You’re gonna bear my pups. Make them big and strong for us, okay?’
Seonghwa is watching them closely. He sees Jongho look down at his hips again. Hongjoong’s body must be absorbing his slick too quickly, because he can see a flicker of concern amongst Jongho’s arousal.
That won’t do.
‘I have an idea,’ Seonghwa says suddenly, sounding much surer than he truly is. ‘If I lay on top of him, then our holes won’t be too far apart, and you can just dip into me as you please. I’m your lube today, alpha. So, use me like it. Please, I want you to. I want to help you please him and fuck him like he deserves to be fucked.’
Jongho looks somehow more turned on by the suggestion. Still, he takes a moment to consider what Seonghwa is really saying. Then, the decision apparently made, he looks up at Seonghwa and he nods.
The omega stands on the bed, straddles Hongjoong and gets on his knees. So his own pelvis is kissing their pack alpha’s pelvis. So he can feel Hongjoong’s hard cock on his stomach. Then, careful not to rub or hurt Hongjoong, he shifts backwards.
The air hits his cunt, where it’s on display between Hongjoong’s legs.
Jongho must be getting an eyeful.
‘Oh, fuck, look at you,’ their maknae hisses, laying a hand on the base of Seonghwa’s spine. ‘Will you be comfortable enough like that, hyung?’
‘Yeah,’ Seonghwa says, leaning over Hongjoong, who’s still diligently warming Jongho’s cock. ‘Are you alright like this, Joongie?’
Hongjoong nods rapidly, like he’s unable to summon his words. And Seonghwa feels Jongho’s hand stroke across his skin in appreciation of his concern.
‘Be my eyes for me?’ he asks Seonghwa softly, his voice low and serious. ‘Tell me if we need to stop? I might not be able to see him over you, hyung.’
Seonghwa nods and leans down briefly to press a kiss to Hongjoong’s lips.
Hongjoong moans, his eyes open wide, his mouth gapes. It’s not until Seonghwa feels the pressure of their youngest alphas cock that he realises why.
Jongho fucks into him, gives him four deep strokes before he’s gone again, and Hongjoong is practically whimpering below him.
‘Ohh,’ he cries out. ‘Oh, fuck, Hwa. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it so much.’
Seonghwa watches him, his lust mirroring Seonghwa’s own as he’s fucked hard by their maknae. His body jolting with each brutal thrust. Seonghwa leans down and kisses his chest. His teeth nipping Hongjoong’s skin as Jongho briefly invades his body again.
‘My hyungs,’ Jongho says, his voice full of admiration as he uses them. As he pleases all three of them. Seonghwa feels Jongho curl over his back. Feels his weight. He can’t stop himself from rolling his hips against his stomach, against Hongjoong’s wet cock.
‘Ah!’ Seonghwa cries out, his eyes closing; he feels suddenly overcome by the sensation of being trapped between their fucking bodies. Pressed between their warmth. Sandwiched between Jongho’s animal grunts and Hongjoong’s needy whines.
Seonghwa licks at their captain’s nipples. He sucks one of the buds into his mouth. Moans against it when he feels Hongjoong’s hand in his hair. Keeping him close as he lets their youngest alpha use his body.
‘That’s so fucking hot,’ Jongho practically whispers, blissed out. His general proximity, and the ghost of Jongho’s breath on his neck, make Seonghwa shudder. ‘Keep sucking on our alpha’s tits, hyungie.’
Seonghwa moans again and sucks even harder. He sucks so hard Hongjoong’s entire body wiggles and tries to escape as he cries out desperately.
‘He’s clenching around me so tight,’ Jongho mutters, his hips losing most of their rhythm.
Seonghwa takes the hint and keeps the pressure of his mouth high, only realising it occasionally to look at the hazy expression on Hongjoong’s face. To check that he’s okay.
He’s mid-torturous-suck when Jongho rams his cock into Seonghwa’s hole. Deep and purposeful. It’s there and gone in the blink of an eye. Seonghwa mewls against Hongjoong’s chest. Only for the captain to cry out as Jongho enters him again. He fucks between them freely. His rhythm is choppy and unpredictable. It’s disorientating. It’s perfect.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa whine at each other. Their gazes aligned. Mouths open. Chests heaving as they pant, and hiss, and moan. As their maknae fucks them, uses them how they love to be used. Making no distinction between the way he fucks the omega and the alpha. Enjoying their bodies, their positions, the lewd sounds that fill the hotel room.
‘Please,’ Seonghwa whines, the first to draw close to the edge. ‘Please... please.... please...’
‘Shhh,’ Seonghwa hears Jongho say as he tries and fails at not being utterly overwhelmed by the coming and going of his cock, by their leader struggling in the exact same way beneath him. ‘You don’t have to beg, pretty omega. This is all for you. For my hyungs. I’m yours.’
Jongho bites into Seonghwa’s shoulder as his hips slam against the omega’s. Seonghwa unravels. He screams in ecstasy and comes on Jongho’s cock. Jongho presses a hand to his hip and strokes him softly as his body clenches and spasms.
‘Ah, fuck,’ Jongho grits out, his teeth tight together as he fights his instincts, as he fights the desperation he must feel to bury his load deep into the omega, just like he had mere hours ago.
Thankfully, he manages to hold on. Because Seonghwa wants to see Hongjoong take it, he wants to see him beg for his breeding. He wants to see their fierce alpha take it on his back with nothing but desire and pride burning in his eyes.
Jongho taps his hips softly in warning and slowly pulls out. Seonghwa’s slick is everywhere. His thighs slide together as he climbs off Hongjoong and sits beside him. His legs folded under him, as he rubs a hand down Hongjoong’s body, over his stomach, under his straining cock and back up to his chest. Hongjoong whines. His legs are still wide open for their maknae who pushes back into him at a slow, almost dizzying pace. Feeding his cock, inch by inch, back into his exhausted body. Seonghwa, despite having come, is still immensely turned on by it.
‘A-alpha,’ Hongjoong whispers. His eyebrows slanting downwards into a soft divot. His head rolling back to expose the softest, most vulnerable part of his throat. ‘Alpha, please. Please. I’ll be a good mother. I’ll be a good bitch for you. Breed me. Please. I need your pups.’
Seonghwa has to bite his lip. Raw desire swirls in his stomach as emotions stir in his chest. Hongjoong is being so open right now, so trusting, that it’s dizzying to witness.
Alphas, head alphas, pack alphas, are not supposed to do this. They don’t get on their backs. They don’t willingly spread their legs. They don’t bare their throats for other alphas. They don’t talk about carrying another alpha’s litter. About becoming a good mother. About being a good bitch. A hole. A toy. A whore. They don’t submit. They don’t bend. They don’t give away an inch of their power. Not ever. At least, that’s how they were all raised. At least, that’s what society has drummed into them. Over, and over, and over again.
But seeing it. Witnessing it for himself. Seonghwa can’t imagine there’s anything purer, anything more natural, in the world. Because even if some of it can never come to pass, the inherent freedom in it. The freedom in the expression of such thoughts. It’s so mind-blowing, so beautiful, so powerful. So Hongjoong, in every way, Seonghwa could sob his heart out about it.
This man lying on his back, freely submitting to their youngest alpha, openly and purposefully enjoying the act itself, is something incredible. Them doing this, it isn’t just sex; it’s such an astonishing act of trust and love that Seonghwa is deeply overwhelmed.
It’s such a gift and yet, he somehow knows, that to Hongjoong, all of this has just been a natural, inevitable progression. He has never been afraid of himself, nor of his own desires, nor of what it means to be different. And his bravery, his consistent unwillingness to ever be anything but true to himself and honest in his actions, is awe-inspiring.
Seonghwa caresses the ball of Hongjoong’s shoulder and strokes down his arm. Jongho presses down on top of him, his forearms are on the mattress. He holds Hongjoong in a mating press, and he fucks. It’s intense. It’s animalistic. The pace. The power. The unguarded hunger in Jongho’s eyes. Hongjoong takes it. He takes it all. He looks overwhelmed, but there’s something else starting to bloom in his expression, too. Something like relief as they draw closer and closer to their satisfaction. Hongjoong is thriving like this.
‘Please...’ Hongjoong whispers almost mindlessly. ‘Alpha, please...’
‘Anything,’ Jongho says desperately. His eyes softening but his hips unrelenting. ‘Tell me and it’s yours, hyung.’
‘Your... your pups, alpha,’ Hongjoong says, his eyes full of stars as they look up at Jongho. ‘I want your pups inside my belly.’
Jongho whines and presses his forehead to Hongjoong’s chest, right over his heart. Seonghwa brings his free hand up and holds it against the centre of Jongho’s back. Stroking softly as a wave of intense, emotional pheromones seep from Jongho’s glands.
Their maknae looks up, presses a soft, chaste kiss against Hongjoong’s lips, and says, ‘I love you so much, hyung.’
That makes Hongjoong throw his head back.
Seonghwa watches his cock twitch on his stomach, untouched, as he cums all over himself. Seonghwa can see his pulse throbbing in his hip.
Jongho thrusts a few more times, and cums deep inside their captain’s body. Holding his hips still and close, as if to not waste a drop. As if to complete the job he’d promised to do.
All three of them remain there for a moment. In a deep, almost bewitching silence. Their bodies still as they absorb and process what has happened between them.
Eventually, Jongho slides out of Hongjoong and helps him set his bent legs down on the sheets. His touch is slow and reverent. He looks at Seonghwa, reaches out a hand and places his fingers at the back of his neck. Pulling him in softly to press a kiss against his forehead.
‘Are you okay?’ Jongho asks, just as careful and loving as he always is.
Seonghwa nods, not quite able to find the words. He nods again, and suddenly the world is blurry. He feels a warm tear slip down his cheek.
‘Hey,’ Jongho says, his fingers tightening their hold on him slightly. ‘Hyung, what are you feeling? Are you hurt? Was it… was it too much?’
Seonghwa can’t see it, but he hears Hongjoong shift, so he’s sitting up with him.
He feels foolish; he doesn’t even know why he’s crying. Not really. He wipes at his eyes, rubs at his cheeks, so his packmates come back into focus.
‘Not hurt. Not too much,’ Seonghwa mumbles, hoping to ease the worry he sees on their faces. ‘I’m just... I’m happy, I promise.’
Hongjoong reaches across and wraps an arm around Seonghwa’s waist, so they’re pressed together, side by side.
‘I’m happy too,’ Hongjoong says, his voice a little wet. ‘And I love you both very much.’
That makes Seonghwa cry harder. He dips his head in a fruitless attempt to hide it.
‘It's okay,’ Jongho says, validating his feelings and biting back his own emotions a little, so he can continue as the alpha in charge of the situation. ‘It’s okay to cry, hyung. As long as you’re not hurt or sad. You were both incredible for me. Really. I’m so thankful to you.’
Seonghwa watches quietly, as Jongho looks at Hongjoong and he says, with nothing but tenderness, ‘Are you okay, alpha?’
‘Yes, baby,’ Hongjoong replies, glancing down at his own crotch. ‘I’m just a little sticky.’
Jongho laughs at his honesty and says, ‘I’ll get you both cleaned up, don't worry. Let me go and get a few towels from the bathroom.’
Jongho climbs off the bed and navigates the small room with relative ease. When the tap starts running, Hongjoong leans in towards Seonghwa and says, with as much sensitivity as he can muster, ‘Are you... are you upset because Jongho was treating me like an omega, and I’m not?’
‘What?’ Seonghwa asks, fixing his gaze on Hongjoong. ‘Joong, no...’
‘Because I would understand,’ Hongjoong says, his eyes soft and full of tenderness. ‘If it made you uncomfortable somehow. I would understand that, Hwa. But you have to tell me, so I’m... so we’re not hurting you by accident, sweetheart.’
‘No,’ Seonghwa whines sadly. ‘No, it’s not that. It’s definitely not that. It’s just... seeing you like that. It feels big, Joong. It’s not a small thing. It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest. You look so beautiful and so happy. And it makes me feel so much. Because you deserve it. You do. But... but all I can think about is how lucky I am. To be in a pack like this, with a head alpha like you, who would never try to force something one way or the other. And I think, really, just knowing that we have so much freedom here between us, when the world is so stiff and unbending... it’s a lot, Joong. It’s such a lot to be reminded of. Because, seeing you like that, it just proves how safe we are, how safe I am, with you, and with our pack. And I’m so thankful. I’m just so grateful, and I’m so happy.’
‘Hwa,’ Hongjoong says quietly, holding him tighter. ‘I will always protect you and keep you safe. And you’re always free to be yourself with us, okay? Whatever that looks like, whoever you may be.’
‘Yeah,’ Seonghwa says, turning his body towards Hongjoong, so he can press a kiss to his shoulder. ‘I know, Joong. Thank you. I love you.’
‘I love you, too,’ Hongjoong says, smiling at him fondly.
Jongho re-emerges, a damp towel in one hand and a dry towel in the other. He looks between them and says, with no small amount of affection, ‘You’re both adorable, do you know that?’
‘Maybe we do,’ Seonghwa laughs, and their maknae rolls his eyes.
‘So, who wants to go first?’
‘Joong,’ Seonghwa says, patting the man in question's back. Then he looks at Jongho, and he says, ‘Can I help you take a bath after you’ve cleaned us up, pup?’
Jongho looks up as he helps Hongjoong lie down again and nods. He knows, as they all know, that Seonghwa is immensely comforted by helping others. He enjoys taking care of them. As their pack omega, yes. But also, as their hyung. It settles an urge within him. It brings him something akin to joy.
‘I’d love that,’ Jongho says, his cheeks warming up a little. Then, he starts wiping cum off Hongjoong’s cock and stomach. His actions are slow and precise. Filled with calmness and love.
Seonghwa settles down on his back and turns his head to watch Jongho clean Hongjoong up. Their voices gentle as they exchange words here and there. Hongjoong looks satisfied — sleepy and glowing.
‘There we are,’ Jongho says eventually. ‘As good as new.’
‘Thank you, baby,’ Hongjoong smiles. ‘You always take such good care of us. You’re such a good, respectable alpha.’
Jongho preens under the praise despite himself and pouts when he catches himself doing it, which makes Hongjoong giggle.
‘Hyung?’ Jongho asks, moving towards Seonghwa on his knees, with his towels in his hand. ‘Is it okay if I clean you up now?’
‘Yeah,’ Seonghwa says, opening his legs and exposing his messy sex.
Jongho takes his time, talks quietly, and makes the whole thing, which could so easily have become awkward, almost meditative.
Seonghwa closes his eyes as Jongho pats his skin dry. He could fall asleep like this. He would, if they had the time. If they had all the time in the world, he’d stay curled up with Jongho and Hongjoong forever. Instead, very aware that they have a schedule in less than two hours, he forces his eyes to remain open.
Hongjoong is putting his clothes back on in the corner, where he's struggling to balance on one leg. Once his shirt is on, he takes a big step forward. He seems to feel it deep in his body, the ghost of Jongho’s cock, but he smiles rather than grimaces as he shuffles around, looking for his socks.
‘Thank you,’ Seonghwa says, pulling Jongho down to press a kiss against his lips. And he’s not just saying thank you for cleaning his body. He’s saying thank you for loving me. Thank you for being a good alpha and a good friend. Thank you for loving Hongjoong. Thank you for taking care of him. Thank you for not abusing the power he hands over to you. Thank you for being so sweet, for always being so careful, and for being ours.
‘Hyung,’ Jongho whines. ‘You don’t have to thank me.’
‘Yes, I do,’ Seonghwa says, smiling up at him. ‘I love you, puppy.’
‘I love you, too,’ Jongho mumbles, his ears red. ‘Now, come on, you promised to give me a bubble bath.’
‘I don’t remember saying that there’d be bubbles,’ Seonghwa teases him, and Hongjoong laughs as he puts his second sock on and walks over to the shirts he abandoned earlier.
‘Hyung, why wouldn’t there be bubbles?’ Jongho asks, as if he’s deeply alarmed by the suggestion. ‘I worked hard for you, and now you’re gonna put me in a naked bath?’
‘A naked bath?’ Seonghwa echoes.
‘A bath without bubbles is naked!’ Jongho insists.
‘Look, you’ll be naked too, so what’s the big deal? You can be naked together.’
‘Noooo,’ Jongho whines. ‘I only wanna be naked together with my hyungs~!
‘Right, I’m off,’ Hongjoong says with a snort, his gathered shirts in his arms.
He walks towards the bed and bends down so they can kiss his cheeks.
‘I’ll see you both later,’ Hongjoong says, ruffling Jongho’s hair before he runs a finger down the curve of Seonghwa’s cheek and props up his chin. ‘Take care of our pup, okay?’
Seonghwa nods and then pauses as if he’s remembered something, ‘The white shirt, Joong. Wear the white shirt with your blue jeans, that always makes you look incredibly sexy.’
‘Is that so?’ Hongjoong smiles coyly.
Seonghwa notices Jongho nodding in agreement beside him as he says, ‘Yes, alpha.’
‘White it is then,’ Hongjoong decides, walking happily towards the door. ‘I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to turn you both on all day, would I?’
Seonghwa smiles. Then, he takes Jongho’s hand and pulls him off the bed.
‘Come on,’ he says. ‘It’s puppy pampering time.’
‘Finally~!’ Jongho exclaims, his alpha calm, his eyes two happy crescents as Seonghwa guides him into the little bathroom.
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