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Something is off today. Mingyu can feel it in the way Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Joshua keep lingering around him. His only escape is the back porch, which is soon invaded. The door shuts behind him, and Mingyu waits for the intruder to speak first.
“My room in 15 minutes?” Jeonghan asks, arms crossed expectantly.
Mingyu finally understands why they’ve been haunting him all day. He looks Jeonghan up and down before nodding. There’s not much question in his body language, displaying his desire so openly.
“It’s just an offer, angel, don’t feel obligated,” Jeonghan adds.
“I’ll be there, hyung,” Mingyu cuts him off.
Jeonghan grins, pivoting and walking back inside. Mingyu isn’t the best at estimating time, so he sets an alarm. While he waits, he goes to his room to freshen up. Mingyu rushes through a shower, keeping his hair dry. He wonders what they have planned.
-
Despite having no real expectations, Mingyu can say for certain that this was the last thing he anticipated. Walking into Jeonghan’s room, Mingyu’s eyes immediately find Seungcheol and Jeonghan. They’re seated facing each other on the bed. For a second, Mingyu doesn’t see Joshua. Once he locates him, everything changes.
Joshua is on his back, underneath Jeonghan and Seungcheol. They’re using him for everything he has to offer. Seungcheol is using Joshua’s hole, while Jeonghan sits on his face. Mingyu’s heart drops, settling its thrumming rhythm deep in his groin.
“Hey, angel,” Jeonghan calls out to him, waving him closer.
Mingyu closes the door and walks over in a daze. His eyes don’t leave Joshua’s form.
“Shua, look who’s here,” Seungcheol alerts him.
Jeonghan lifts himself, allowing Joshua a moment to breathe and greet Mingyu. His eyes are shiny, and the bottom half of his face is a mess. Mingyu gulps.
“After we’re all done with him, he’s gonna make you cum, okay?” Jeonghan informs, brushing back Joshua’s sweaty bangs.
Joshua smiles at Mingyu, breathing hard. Mingyu has never seen Joshua look so wrecked, and he can’t help the soft noise he lets out.
“Oh, you think Shua looks pretty like this, baby?” Seungcheol coos, thrusting in hard.
Joshua gasps, scrambling for purchase. He ends up grabbing onto Mingyu’s wrist.
“I- yeah, yes,” Mingyu stammers, eyes darting from Seungcheol to Joshua.
“Why don’t you tell him, angel?” Jeonghan suggests.
Mingyu notices Jeonghan stroking himself, and he hopes he isn’t taking too much time.
“Shua-hyung, you- you look so good…beautiful,” Mingyu mumbles, interlacing his fingers with Joshua’s.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Joshua manages, voice breathy and weak.
Mingyu sits on the edge of the bed, holding Joshua’s hand while Jeonghan lowers himself back down. Mingyu continues to admire the scene before him. Joshua’s cock is hard, bobbing with every thrust from Seungcheol. His hands are wrapped around Jeonghan’s thighs; Mingyu can see Joshua’s jaw working as he noisily eats Jeonghan out.
“Fuck, good job, Shuji-” Jeonghan praises, moaning softly as he grinds onto Joshua’s tongue.
Seungcheol beckons Mingyu closer with a wave of his hand. Mingyu leans in, still holding onto Joshua. Seungcheol tips his chin down to kiss Mingyu. It’s hot and messy, and Mingyu feels his cock quickly filling out.
Seungcheol dominates the kiss, slipping his tongue past Mingyu’s lips and licking into his mouth. When they part for air, Mingyu is breathing heavier.
“Think you would like this, baby?” Seungcheol murmurs, still near Mingyu’s lips.
Mingyu’s gaze flickers over Joshua’s body, and he nods. He can imagine it clearly, sprawled out under two of his boyfriends, being used like a throne for their pleasure.
“Mhm, you like making your hyungs feel good, don't you?” Seungcheol hums, grinning.
Mingyu nods, whining softly. Cheol pushes Joshua’s legs down even more, fucking him hard. Joshua’s moans are muffled by Jeonghan, who seems to enjoy his reactions.
Mingyu loses track of time, too entranced by the wonderful view. Joshua works dutifully to make Seungcheol and Jeonghan feel good. He’s snapped out of his revere when Jeonghan gasps out a warning.
“Fuck- I’m close, Shua, babe-”
Mingyu watches intently as Jeonghan’s thighs flex around Joshua’s shoulders. His cock jumps, shooting cum across Joshua’s chest in thick ropes. Joshua flinches at the feeling of Jeonghan’s hot release hitting his skin. Seungcheol groans at the sight, soon following suit.
“Fuck, gonna cum-” He warns, losing rhythm and grinding his hips deeply.
With a low, drawn-out moan, Seungcheol cums. He pulls out early on, spilling his cum onto Joshua’s stomach and crotch. It reminds Mingyu of his own dick, hard and leaking in his sweatpants.
“Good job, my love,” Jeonghan praises, swinging his leg over and resting against the pillows.
Seungcheol shuffles over to the side, joining Jeonghan against the headboard. Joshua slowly sits up, accepting their kisses and praise. Mingyu yelps when Joshua’s hand lands on his crotch.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Today, it’s my job to provide,” Joshua reveals, facing Mingyu with kind eyes.
Although he’s more composed, Mingyu can still see the remnants of tears and spit on his face. It’s more than arousing. But, Mingyu shrinks at the question. Today is one of those days when he’s struggling to voice his desires.
“Whatever it is, Joshuji will make it happen, angel,” Jeonghan puts in, urging Mingyu on.
Seungcheol offers him an encouraging smile, and Mingyu takes a deep breath. His face burns hot as he makes his request.
“Can- can you eat me out?” Mingyu asks quietly, fidgeting in his lap.
Joshua doesn’t try very hard to hide his fondness. He might as well just coo and call Mingyu ‘adorable.’
“I absolutely can, sweetheart,” Joshua agrees, punctuated by a light squeeze of Mingyu’s bulge.
Mingyu whines, but doesn’t fight Joshua as he’s pushed down onto the bed.
“Elbows down for me, handsome,” Joshua instructs.
Mingyu obeys, folding his arms underneath his chest. Jeonghan helps him take off his shirt, while Joshua pulls down his sweats. Mingyu holds his breath when Joshua parts his thighs.
“Oh? Did you clean up for us, Mingyu?” Joshua muses, spreading Mingyu with his palms.
Mingyu drops his head onto his arms, nodding slightly.
“Well, I just thought-” He mumbles.
“How considerate of you, baby,” Seungcheol cuts him off, sitting up to see for himself.
Mingyu complains weakly. By the time Joshua finally reaches for the lube, Mingyu feels almost feverishly warm.
“Cute,” He hears Jeonghan mutter.
“Ready, sweetheart? Tell me how you want it and when,” Joshua says before settling down behind Mingyu.
Mingyu inhales sharply when Joshua pours the cold gel directly over his hole. Joshua doesn’t bother warming up to it, instead opting to spread the lube around with his tongue. Mingyu’s back dips against his will.
“Tell him how he’s doing, okay? Shua has to do well,” Seungcheol urges him.
Mingyu pieces together his thoughts- a difficult task, given the way Joshua’s tongue is circling his rim.
“He’s- That’s good, hyung, I- ah- I like it there,” Mingyu manages to say.
Jeonghan hums, pleased. Joshua pats Mingyu on the thigh, acknowledging the statement. He continues to lick around Mingyu’s rim, dipping his tongue in further every so often.
“Ah, hyung, please- want more, harder,” Mingyu requests, breathing hard.
Joshua listens, prodding the tip of his tongue past Mingyu’s entrance.
“Ah, yes, fuck,” Mingyu sighs, pushing his hips back.
“Shua is ours today, angel. Your wish is his command,” Jeonghan murmurs, combing his fingers through Mingyu’s hair.
Mingyu whimpers. He can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason for this. Did Joshua misbehave? Mingyu can’t imagine that, but…
“Ah- hyung!...fuck, oh, fuck-” Mingyu gasps.
Joshua has begun to suck softly at Mingyu’s rim, stretched around his tongue. One of Joshua’s hands ventures from Mingyu’s thigh to his crotch. He grazes Mingyu’s balls, before teasing his fingertips up Mingyu’s shaft. Joshua’s hand cups Mingyu’s dick, and his index finger rubs little circles over his slit. The constant sensation feels like a zap of electricity.
“Shua-hyung, oh, fuck- please, feels so good-” Mingyu moans.
His hips twitch, wanting to press back onto Joshua’s tongue but also push forward against his hand. Thankfully, neither option is bad.
“Hyung, please, c-can you use your fingers too?” Mingyu requests, voice airy.
Joshua hums against his skin, sending a hum through him. He brings his other hand to Mingyu’s hole. Joshua slips his middle finger inside with his tongue. Then, his index finger as well.
“Oh, shit, oh, fuck- please,” Mingyu gasps, ankles flexing as Joshua spreads his fingers apart.
Mingyu moans honestly when Joshua flicks his tongue between the digits. Mingyu’s cock throbs, dripping precum onto the sheets below him.
“Feel good, angel? Is Shuji doing a good job?” Jeonghan asks, tilting Mingyu’s chin up.
Mingyu nods, breathing out soft moans as Joshua continues. His hot tongue presses against Mingyu’s walls, flexing and pushing into them. Joshua’s fingers spread him open, exposing Mingyu to the wet heat of Joshua’s mouth. Mingyu could easily cum like this; he has no doubt.
However, his mind keeps straying to Jeonghan and Seungcheol. The two of them are watching, and monitoring Joshua. Mingyu wants to touch them too- wants them to touch.
“Jeonghan-hyung, Cheol-hyung, c-can you come here, please?” Mingyu asks, reaching toward the pair.
Both of them immediately move closer, leaning down to listen.
“Want- want you, too,” Mingyu mumbles, looking up at them through damp lashes.
Jeonghan bites his bottom lip, weak to Mingyu’s puppy eyes.
“Here, angel, go ahead. We’re right here,” Jeonghan placates, cupping Mingyu’s face in his hand.
When Jeonghan brushes his thumb over Mingyu’s lower lip, Mingyu seizes the opportunity. He parts his lips, taking Jeonghan’s thumb into his mouth. Jeonghan swears under his breath. Seungcheol takes the initiative, moving down and settling between Jeonghan’s legs.
“Fuck, Cheollie,” Jeonghan purrs, gazing between the two of them.
Mingyu hears Seungcheol slurping around Jeonghan’s cock, but he can’t turn and look, too busy mouthing at Jeonghan’s finger.
“I think our puppy’s a little spoiled,” Jeonghan murmurs, swapping his thumb for his index and middle fingers.
Mingyu whines, shaking his head. Jeonghan chuckles softly, pushing down on his tongue. Mingyu feels the need to cough, but he doesn’t. Jeonghan’s eyes dart down to Cheol, and he groans.
Mingyu wants to look over, but Jeonghan’s fingers in his mouth take precedence. Joshua pushes his fingers in deeper, causing a slick noise. Mingyu jolts, almost choking on Jeonghan’s fingers.
“Mmhhff- ah- fuck-” Mingyu moans, garbled around Jeonghan’s digits.
Joshua doubles his efforts, seemingly on a mission to make Mingyu cum as soon as possible. Mingyu won’t complain, though.
“Open,” Jeonghan orders.
Mingyu drops his jaw without a second thought. Jeonghan looks amused.
“Such a good puppy,” He mutters.
Mingyu whimpers. Seungcheol pulls off with a wet pop, catching his breath. Mingyu decides to take a quick peek. The sight alone sends him closer to the edge. Cheol is hovering above Jeonghan’s crotch, lips parted around deep breaths. His lips are rosy and shining with spit. Mingyu’s mind flashes back to when he shared Soonyoung’s cock with Cheol.
The memory, combined with the many sources of pleasure, pushes Mingyu to the peak.
“Fuck- ah, hyung! I’m getting close, please- oh, fuck, I’m close,” Mingyu cries.
Jeonghan groans softly as Cheol takes his dick back into his mouth. Mingyu moans roughly, grinding back onto Joshua’s tongue and fingers.
“Shua-hyung, please- don’t stop, fuck-” Mingyu grits out, reaching down to stroke himself through it.
Joshua beats him to it, though, reaching around and fisting his cock. It takes less than a dozen strokes for Mingyu’s orgasm to hit.
“Oh, fuck, m’cumming- please, fuck, oh- oh, fuck,” Mingyu rasps.
He buries his face in his arms, breathing out airy moans as he cums over Joshua’s hand and the sheets. His legs spasm, kicking out and flexing against the mattress. He rocks his hips back, riding out his orgasm.
As his pleasure recedes, Mingyu feels his body go lax. He collapses onto the bed, muscles aching, and panting hard.
“Thank you, hyung, fuck- felt so good,” Mingyu says weakly.
Joshua smiles at him, gentle as ever. Mingyu can’t detect even the slightest bit of impatience in Joshua, and he wonders if he’s truly a divine being. His cock has been hard this entire time, yet, Joshua hasn’t complained once.
“C’mere, hyung,” Mingyu urges.
Joshua leans in with open arms, expecting cuddles. Mingyu reaches for his dick instead, jerking him off hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck- Mingyu,” Joshua gasps, back bowing as he drops back against the pillows.
Mingyu draws him in for a heated kiss, working his cock furiously while they make out. Jeonghan moans sweetly, in that higher register that only comes out when he’s about to cum. Mingyu and Joshua part to watch Seungcheol swallow down every drop. When he sits up, his cock is spent and shiny with his release.
Seungcheol crawls over to enjoy the show while Mingyu makes Joshua cum. It doesn’t take long, and they all know why. Joshua has been waiting oh, so patiently for his turn. Mingyu isn’t sure he was even expecting one. Regardless, Joshua lasts another minute or so before letting out a silky moan.
“Hhn- fuck, Mingyu- sweetheart,”
“So good, aren’t they? Cum for us, love,” Jeonghan praises.
Joshua’s back arches against the pillows and his hips buck up into Mingyu’s hand. He lets out a sweet hum as he cums, shooting cum over Mingyu’s fist and his thighs. It goes on and on, as is to be expected after such a long wait.
Jeonghan and Cheol talk him through it while Mingyu slows his hand to a gentle stroking. Eventually, Joshua sags against Mingyu’s shoulder, sighing with satisfaction.
“Shower in a bit, okay?” Seungcheol asks, settling down against Jeonghan.
“Mhm,” Mingyu nods.
Joshua mumbles in agreement, eyelids drooping. Mingyu closes his eyes for a moment too, feeling completely sated and relaxed.
-
“This is why you guys need to set alarms,” Minghao grumbles, shaking Jeonghan awake.
Mingyu whines, but follows Joshua into the shower anyway. After a hard-fought battle, Minghao manages to get Jeonghan out of bed. While they all wash up, Minghao changes the sheets.
“How long were we asleep?” Seungcheol asks groggily.
“Almost two hours,” Joshua chuckles.
Mingyu shrugs. What’s the harm in a little afternoon nap? Although, he can’t deny the gross feeling of tacky sweat and lube on his skin. Minghao helps them dry up and change, huffing and puffing all the while.
They make sure to thank him very thoroughly.
“There is no room for a fifth in that bed,” Minghao objects, crossing his arms defiantly.
“Oh, c’mon, there totally is!” Joshua argues.
Minghao rolls his eyes, biting back a smile.
“Dinner is almost ready anyway, so you’re getting up,” Minghao points out.
Joshua groans, rolling out of the bed dramatically.
“Fine. But, you’re getting cuddled tonight,” He decides, pointing a finger at Minghao.
Minghao concedes, accepting his fate with a shrug. Sure enough, after dinner, they drag Minghao back to the room. Mingyu knows that Minghao secretly loves this- evidenced by the fact that he’s asleep in a matter of minutes.
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