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This vacation was meant to be relaxing, filmed at its most surface level – the rest unseen and unmonitored.
Jungwoo had found though, that this retreat was nothing short of torturous.
He was haunted every second by the jump of heat in his stomach whenever he caught a glimpse of his members; they had so graciously taken to walking around as if they were sex themselves – it was driving him crazy.
The other two definitely knew, but made no move throughout the day. Not with the cameras still pointed in their directions and the crew mulling around in the background. (They would have the next few days away from prying eyes when the cameras retired for the day, there was time.)
For the past few weeks the three of them had been busy, exhausted to the bone promoting their unit debut – far too busy for Jungwoo’s insatiable thoughts.
Now though, that was a different story.
The filming had stopped for a recess after Doyoung’s breath had evened out, grown deep and tired from where he was pressed against the bed.
Jungwoo still kneaded at his exposed skin with Jaehyun behind them when the crew had decided to reconvene when the sun set for a closing goodbye. It was a gracious reprieve from the filming, an opening for something much more tempting.
He was, however, thoroughly distracted. The words barely registered, thoughts focused on the tangible in front of him rather than the future closing in.
Jaehyun would have kept tabs on their schedule, especially with Doyoung down and out, he was sure.
From where he was perched atop Doyoung, the cut of those hips that emphasised the man’s trim waist was tantalising – teasing, almost, in its appeal.
He felt an artist, moulding the skin in his hands into his masterpiece under Jaehyun’s watchful eyes.
With the pale skinned canvas varnished by their oil of choice, Jungwoo was enamoured. He couldn’t help but stare at the expanse in front of him, couldn’t stop thinking about how he wanted to taste it.
They had discussed it—yes— months ago when everything was still fresh and unsure between them. Under Doyoung’s insistence, the three of them had sat down and talked for hours – about hat they wanted, what they were willing to try, and what they would never want.
But, as their life often lent to, they had no time to try anything they had talked about.
Arcing his hand across Doyoung’s shoulder blades, Jungwoo forces his weight into his fingers. The lean muscle gives way with every push of his palms against sun-warmed skin, the tension chased away and leaving only pliancy in its wake.
Jungwoo thinks today might just be the day for it.
He can’t stop himself when his hand dips lower on Doyoung’s back, closer to what he and Jaehyun had agreed to be the most sinful of Doyoung’s body – outside of the more advertised answers.
There’s a quiet, unconscious groan of relief from Doyoung, even though Jungwoo knows that he had fallen asleep ages ago – but it’s also guttural, and he can feel the vibration through his palms and up his body.
He hadn’t noticed that Jaehyun had abandoned his place at the end of the bed and instead moved to his left, not until lips brush against the shell of his ear and a hand burns into the skin of his shoulder through thin clothes,
“He looks so easy like this.”
And Jaehyun’s right.
Doyoung was underneath them, would be completely bare if they chose to slide him out of those shorts.
He was vulnerable.
It was an unexpected rush of exciting power – to be in control of what was going to happen today. He hums his own agreement, ignoring the growing arousal in his gut and turns to greet Jaehyun’s lips with his own.
They stay like that for a moment, Jaehyun licking into his mouth and taking everything he needed from him. Jungwoo opens his eyes when they break apart to breathe, looking down to see they’ve both filled out in their shorts. Hard only because of kissing, an abnormal reaction to an entirely normal act scant for Doyoung’s body still under the two of them.
Still atop Doyoung, his erection is untouched and uncomfortable. Jaehyun had moved from his lips to his throat when Jungwoo looked away, sucking at the junction of neck and collarbone – it’s too little for what he wants at that moment.
He knows that he should wait, that he shouldn’t jostle Doyoung around to preserve what little time they had left before he woke back up, but he can’t keep himself from grinding down unto the small of Doyoung’s bare back.
The chafe on his clothed dick is amazing, and he lets out a groan of relief.
It doesn’t last too long – his grinding – not when Jaehyun pressed hands under his arms and lifts him away from his perch. It’s a gentle movement, to keep from shaking the bed and ruining their chance.
Delicately, he’s made to rest his head exactly by Doyoung’s – a deliberate choice of Jaehyun’s.
Hands tug at his shirt, and it sheds off him like a second skin. They linger on his chest, on his skin for a teasingly long minute.
Jungwoo is too aware of the cool air when hands pull down his shorts after, slipping under the band of his briefs and sliding them off as well. He’s the most exposed out of the three of them at that point, and it has his face flush.
There was something exhilarating about having Doyoung asleep while he stifled the sounds trying to claw their way out of his mouth.
Jaehyun’s skilful hand, snaking down and wrapping around both of their cock’s (when had he taken his own clothes off?) was a luxury that Doyoung often commanded of them – to do so without his permission, without his watching – it was so new.
Out of the three of them Doyoung was usually the one in control when they decided to let off steam together.
Without those slender fingers guiding them, Jungwoo was enthralled; perhaps not because he was with Jaehyun without Doyoung – after all, they had explored together just the two of them before, and while it was a part of it, Jungwoo can guess it’s rather because Doyoung wasn’t leading them, despite being present, asleep or not.
Instead, he was another face only inches away, sharing air with him but completely unaware.
Jaehyun pumps their cock’s together for a minute, drawing a low moan from himself and Jungwoo. It’s feels as if it’s forbidden, to see the fan of Doyoung’s lashes against his cheek while he sleeps beside the pleasure quickly rising in Jungwoo’s chest.
When the pressure disappears from his dick and thick fingers prod at his rim moments later, Jungwoo had to gulp down a gasp. Turning to look, Jaehyun has a smug grin that sits on his face, though his eyes dart in warning between him and where he had been looking.
Jaehyun only tuts, bringing a clean hand to card through Jungwoo’s hair when he draws away from his hole to pick up the abandoned bottle of oil,
“Shhh. Wouldn’t want to wake him – not before we’re ready, right?”
Shaking his head in silent reply, Jungwoo presses his lips tightly together to keep another groan from escaping when a slick finger probes at his hole. When he can’t stop it, soft lips envelop his own, breathing in the sound to keep it between them.
They both know they aren’t as quiet as they hope they are.
They both also know that Doyoung is a particularly deep sleeper – nothing short of a scream would rouse him, but the idea of getting caught before they could really begin has their adrenaline pumping.
With his mouth occupied, Jungwoo doesn’t bother to contain the moan that erupts from his chest when a finger slips inside of him. It’s a smooth slide, as unexpected as it is every other time, but whispers the potential of pleasure that has him writher on the spot for a moment, chasing the digit when it’s pulled from him.
He had never been shy when it came to fingering – quite loud, in fact, when it came to his preferences – so he shamelessly wraps a hand around Jaehyun’s wrist and tugs it back to where it should be.
The taste of Jaehyun is addicting, it sweetens the feeling of another finger touching, pulling, pushing into him.
It might just be his dick talking, but Jungwoo thinks sex has never felt this good.
Whatever noises threaten to leave him are swallowed entirely by Jaehyun, but that doesn’t stop his body from betraying him when those two fingers tug at his rim. His dick jumps when a third teases at his hole after a minute of slow pumping, the oil dried, and the dry burn of the finger entering him delicious.
Out of the three of them, Jungwoo could admit that Jaehyun was the best at this – the man fingered himself when left to his own hands all the time.
Times like this had Jungwoo grateful for it.
When a fingertip rubs across his prostate once, and then twice, he can’t help but arch off of the sheets. He moans far louder than he meant to,
“Oh- Oh fuck, Jaehyun.”
Doyoung snuffles against the bed in reply, and it has both him and Jaehyun freeze for a moment.
The man above the two of them is achingly hard, leaking where he sits up and pulls his fingers out of Jungwoo’s ass. Shushing him again, Jaehyun leans down quickly to press another open-mouthed kiss against the column of his throat,
“Ready?” Breathless, it’s fun to see Jaehyun as debauched as Jungwoo feels. He can’t help but nod frantically, letting Jaehyun’s hands guide him back to Doyoung.
The man hasn’t moved even with Jungwoo getting fingered to the edge of his life.
Fuck. It’s so much better than he thought.
He sits back, hand at his own dick providing him with some much-needed relief while he watches Jaehyun lean down to press his lips to the skin he had carefully moulded earlier. Jungwoo feels empty, incredibly loose – but there’s a whole new type of pleasure in watching Jaehyun do what he does best.
Soon enough, Doyoung’s flipped over, body lax and entirely unaffected from the smell of sex in the air.
Jaehyun takes his own perch atop Doyoung, grinding down into his hips and the both of them stare as his disk smears a trail precum across Doyoung’s flat stomach.
He can’t take simply staring, and so Jungwoo moves closer, nipping at Jaehyun’s ears where he can – he wants to share his point of view, wishing he could take his place and feel Doyoung no doubt beginning to grow harder.
“Look at him, fuck – he has no idea.” A hand not keeping Jaehyun stable grabs at Jungwoo’s chin, pulling their mouths together messily as Jaehyun continues to grind, chasing pleasure.
He wonders what it would look like for Doyoung – to wake up hot and heavy, sticky with oil and crushed under the weight of Jaehyun grinding atop of him and open-mouthed against Jungwoo’s lips.
He takes to reaching down, wrapping his hand around Jaehyun’s dick to pump it a few times.
“This is so hot.” He whispers between heaving breaths. Jaehyun hums a broken reply, out of breath.
It would haunt him for the rest of his lifetime – this ecstasy, this exhilaration.
Doyoung doesn’t wake when they give up on being silent, though they still try to remain quiet (relatively). Nor does he stir when Jaehyun loses rhythm, jolting against him roughly before deciding to get off entirely.
The effect on Doyoung is apparent, whether he’s awake to feel it or not. His dick certainly has.
A part of him wonders if Doyoung would wake up at all, he had been so exhausted lately. He isn’t sure either, if it would be better if he didn’t – to know that they took advantage of his prone body while he was unconscious.
Jaehyun brings one of Jungwoo’s hands to press against Doyoung’s growing erection, visible through the outline of his shorts.
He’s still clothed.
It’s a shared experience, palming Doyoung while the man lets out a soft, whistling snore. The deep breaths are punctuated by groans, even though the man continues to snooze through their ministrations.
Jaehyun’s much louder groan breaks through the tension in the air,
“I want to fuck his face. C-Can I fuck his face?” As if Jungwoo was in charge here, as if he were speaking to Doyoung, asking permission to indulge in what he wants.
Jungwoo lets his other hand run across Jaehyun’s tight shoulders – “Maybe when he’s awake? I don’t—fuck— don’t know how it would work.”
Jaehyun is just as unsure as Jungwoo is despite the façade he’d taken, and nods to his words.
But the damage is done now – it’s all he can think about, for this minute at least, the image of Doyoung’s lips wrapped around Jaehyun, swallowing him down even in his sleep burned into his mind. Fuck, maybe they should ask for a next time.
The sheen of sweat on Doyoung’s body reminds them of the sun still beaming through the open doors – the production crew could be back any minute with a changed mind, a time restrain forever present but only now remembered.
“Get these off.”
Finally, there as a real command – and with the help of Jaehyun lifting Doyoung’s hips from the sheets, Jungwoo’s able to slide his shorts and his underwear down from his legs and to the floor.
Doyoung’s dick springs free to rest on his stomach, precum mixing with Jaehyun’s.
It has his mouth watering, but he knows that Jaehyun had been wanting to wrap his lips around Doyoung long before the massage.
He grabs at his own cock, tugging at it as Jaehyun dips down to press a kiss to the head of Doyoung’s dick.
That mischievous tongue drags a long stripe from the base to the tip, one that has a hearty moan escape from Doyoung. Before long, Jaehyun has his lips brushing against the head, opening his mouth to lave at it with his spit before he swallows him down halfway.
When he hollows his cheeks, Jungwoo has to grip at the base of his dick to stave off any overwhelming pleasure, his hole clenching at nothing all the same – Jesus, Jaehyun was an illicit drug, addicting and dangerous.
Jungwoo has to reach a hand to grip at Jaehyun’s hair, matching the rhythm of the view in front of him with his own hand.
There’s a brief pause, but before long Jungwoo’s easing Jaehyun down to the very base of Doyoung, nose brushing against stubbled pubes. He forces him for a moment to breathe in what must be entirely Doyoung, and then releases his grip.
Still, Jaehyun eases himself up and down, working at the heavy weight on his tongue. Tears have pricked at the corner of his eyes from the lack of air when he attempted to deep-throat just seconds before.
Jungwoo isn’t sure whose place he wants to take, to give or to get.
Pulling off almost entirely, Jaehyun suckles at the tip for a moment – humming at what must be the taste of Doyoung.
It drags the first worrying sound they’ve heard from the unconscious body beneath them, a high-pitched whine that’s forced through the air – a hand, Doyoung’s, sweeps across the sheets and dangerously close to where the two of them are.
And then it’s still again, the tension plaguing Doyoung’s face melting away almost instantaneously.
It was close – too close, and the heat that swirls in his stomach betrays his answer to what he had questioned earlier. He wants to be caught; to see what Doyoung would do in the face of their bad manners.
While he had been staring at their sleeping beauty, Jaehyun had abandoned his place and wrapped a hand around himself and Doyoung (just as he did earlier with Jungwoo).
“Can you… oil, please?”
How could he deny the face of human desire in front of him?
Searching for where Jaehyun had thrown the oil what seemed like hours ago, he pours a lucrative amount into where Jaehyun is rubbing himself and Doyoung together.
“Jungwoo-ah, are you ready?”
It was finally time, and he lets Jaehyun sigh against his mouth while hands guide his hips to where they were born to be.
God, Jungwoo wants to taste Doyoung from the source, but he doesn’t mind the sloppy seconds when from Jaehyun’s mouth. Settling just above Doyoung, he hums in appreciation.
Fingers slide into the crease of his ass, testing to see whether he was ready despite his vocal consent – Jaehyun, ever the gentleman. He whimpers just slightly from the exertion, hovering while Jaehyun guides his hands to rest on Doyoung’s chest.
Jaehyun whispers his name like a chant into their kiss, filling the shaky silence that had taken over the room.
They both know what’s coming, and they can’t wait.
It punches the air out of his lungs when Jaehyun pushes him to sink onto Doyoung’s cock. Despite the oil, he’s bigger than Jaehyun’s fingers and the stretch is thrilling.
“Jae— Jaehyun, fuck.”
Every inch he’s made to sink down onto only has him feeling fuller, and it’s a sort of shameful ecstasy, knowing that Doyoung wasn’t awake to see his indulgence.
“Come on baby, feels good?” The only reply he can give is a stuttering groan – he’s finally getting what he had craved for weeks, and it has his knees positively weak.
Jaehyun’s hands trail down his side and to his hips to help him into place.
He watches Doyoung’s face pinch when he bottoms out, his entire weight pressing the man into the bed as they wait for his body to accommodate the intrusion.
“Oh my god, Doyou— Jaehyun.”
They almost don’t notice when Doyoung finally stirs, but the confused voice that doesn’t belong to either of them has them exceedingly aware.
Adrenaline rushes through them at the fact they were caught – it was exactly what they had wanted.
“What— What are you guys doing?” His eyes are still closed, voice drowsy and more a whisper than anything.
The husk of it has Jungwoo leaking.
It’s sweet, the way he teeters on the edge of falling back asleep when Jaehyun’s hand trailing down Jungwoo’s hip moves to card through Doyoung’s fringe, “Nothing, you can go back to sleep, Doie.”
The look though, that Jaehyun sends him is a reminder of what he had aborted – what he should be doing, and the sound that leaves Doyoung’s mouth when he finally rolls his hips is delectable.
“Mmmh— fuck.”
It takes another slow roll for Doyoung’s eyes to crack open, so so tired, and so so confused.
With one arm being thrown over his head, Doyoung’s other hand reaches for Jungwoo’s waist, resting atop where Jaehyun’s sits.
“Is this okay?” Jaehyun whispers into the pulse point behind Doyoung’s ear, loud enough for Jungwoo to catch it. He has to stop for a moment, to see whether Doyoung doesn’t actually mind – he’s not sure what they would do if somehow, this was wrong.
Doyoung doesn’t seem to have that worry, lips caught in his teeth as he nods against the pillow.
“Holy shit – Jungwoo – feels so good.”
The attempt to thrust upwards despite being pinned only works to punctuate his willingness, and finally, Jaehyun is helping Jungwoo take what he needs.
He’d been on the edge for a while, something so arousing about it all – but now, knowing Doyoung’s mind was still catching up with his body, he felt like he could cum right now.
Riding was never their favourite position, too tiring and impractical for the three of them; but here, it was just another new challenge. Yet, when Jaehyun moves again, chest plastered to Jungwoo’s back and hand reaching for his dick, Jungwoo knows that he’ll bring up giving it another go.
After a few thrusts, Doyoung manages to hit his prostate, and it has his nerves on fire.
He’s so close.
The pressure against his dick, of Jaehyun against his back, Doyoung inside of him— he lets out a broken moan— and when he takes a chance to stare at Doyoung’s face, he’s looking right at him through half-lidded eyes.
Fuck. He can’t stop his orgasm when a well-timed thrust matches with the twist of Jaehyuns hand just so.
His cum gathers on Doyoung’s stomach.
For a moment, he’s so spent he just sits there and clenches on Doyoung’s dick. He rolls his hips once, but hisses – Jaehyun lifts him off of Doyoung, taking his place and rubbing their cocks together.
Jungwoo simply watches as Jaehyun sets the pace, so fact that it looks almost painful. It must feel incredible though, considering Jaehyun doesn’t last long and Doyoung follows soon after.
The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing, sucking sex-sweet air into their lungs.
Well, until – “This is gross, why am I the only one covered in it?”
It startles a laugh out of both Jungwoo and Jaehyun, and Doyoung’s drowsy-annoyed face has them smiling at him as though it wasn’t their fault.
Jaehyun’s the first to move, grabbing one of their discarded shirts— “Hey, that’s mine!”— to wipe away most of the mess.
There’s a brief pause when they decide that they’ll shower later, the oil now grown tacky is ignorable enough that it can’t wait until just before dinner.
In that bed they coexist for a long few minutes, catching their breaths while they can.
“How’d you sleep?”
No reply.
“Hyung?”
Jaehyun smiles at him, trying his hardest not to laugh out loud – he’s fallen asleep again, after that?”
Jungwoo fights his own snickering, returning Jaehyun’s smile.