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What’s the secret to being a good leader?
Taeyong never knows how to answer the question, because the truth is exactly that: a secret. He can’t just go around telling interviewers that he has the ability to read minds and that’s how he always knows exactly what everyone needs. He especially can’t say it because he hasn’t even told his members about it.
It’s hard sometimes, to deal with the noisy thoughts of so many others around him all the time, but over the years, he’s learned how to block it out for the most part, only pulling back that veil to listen when he needs to.
The worst is when two members are fighting. Their thoughts get so loud, and it spills over into Taeyong’s mind until he gets annoyed too. Sometimes he has to remind himself that it’s not actually his own anger that he’s feeling.
He’s grateful to have his own room, because he’s more susceptible to letting in the others’ thoughts when he’s tired. Sometimes, when they’re staying in hotels while on tour, he wakes up with the memory of the dream his roommate had. On one hand, it can be interesting to see what his members’ unconscious minds cook up, but on the other hand, Taeyong isn’t sure if he really needs to know any of the others that intimately.
So when Doyoung starts having sex dreams about Jaehyun, vivid enough for him to pick up on them through the wall between their rooms, Taeyong is less than pleased.
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Doyoung thinks about Jaehyun so loudly. Every day, it feels like it gets harder for Taeyong to block it out. When Jaehyun lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his face during a dance rehearsal, everyone gets a peak at his abs, and the train of unabashed horny thoughts from Doyoung slams into Taeyong’s mind so strongly he nearly stumbles.
I hate you, he thinks back at Doyoung, trying his best to ignore the mental image that Doyoung is conjuring up of licking those chiseled abs. I hate you so much.
After a few weeks of Doyoung’s persistent horniness for Jaehyun—really, who knew that the man was so randy?—Taeyong is about ready to lose his mind. He feels constantly wound up, unable to relax around Doyoung, because he doesn’t want to have to see any more of his dirty thoughts than he already has, and on edge around Jaehyun too, because he’s starting to worry that feeling Doyoung’s unrelenting attraction to him is creating his own crush on the younger man. He hates it here.
Taeyong is all for sexual liberation, but after waking up one too many times with an aching erection after one of Doyoung’s many colorful dreams about wanting Jaehyun to rail him into next week, he thinks that maybe Doyoung could stand be a little bit more repressed.
The worst part, Taeyong thinks, about all of Doyoung’s sexual fantasies spilling over to him is that he is beginning to associate Doyoung and Jaehyun both with the urge the jerk off, and boy, if that isn’t a can of worms that Taeyong isn’t ready to deal with yet. In the shower after a long day, Taeyong wraps a hand around his dick and tries not to think about Doyoung’s latest wet dream, in which Jaehyun slowly fucked him open with his tongue and fingers.
When he comes, picturing long fingers and a pert mouth and dimples, Taeyong feels haunted and guilty and frustrated. This is entirely Doyoung’s fault.
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It’s a lazy Friday night and a group of them are playing video games together in the living room of the fifth floor dorm. Taeyong perches next to Doyoung on the arm on the couch. Doyoung’s gaze is fixed on Jaehyun’s fingers curled around his game controller, and the horny thoughts are just radiating off of him. Taeyong gets a flash of Doyoung’s imagining going to his knees with those fingers in his mouth, and his body grows uncomfortably warm.
“You need to get laid.” The words are out of Taeyong’s mouth before he has the chance to think them through. He immediately regrets them at the indignant look Doyoung sends his way.
The rest of the room bursts into laughter. “Unprovoked?” asks Johnny gleefully.
And, well, it’s not unprovoked, but it’s not like Taeyong can explain it. “Uh.” He glances at Doyoung. “You’ve just seemed… tense recently?”
Doyoung glowers at him, and Taeyong gets the briefest peak of Doyoung contemplating throttling him before he’s able to block out the thought. “Tense?” repeats Doyoung, incredulous and annoyed.
“I feel like your reaction is only serving to prove my point,” Taeyong mumbles. “You need to get laid.”
As everyone laughs again, one thought cuts through the rest: I’d help with him that.
Taeyong jerks violently as the thought reaches him. With all the chaos, he’s not sure who it came from, and surveying everyone’s faces doesn’t give him any more insight. He hopes it’s Jaehyun, because maybe then Doyoung will finally get the wild sex he craves, and his dreams will calm down enough for Taeyong to not have to deal with it anymore.
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Doyoung’s dreams haven’t calmed down. If anything, they’ve gotten more vivid, more frequent. They bleed over into Taeyong’s unconsciousness almost every night—Jaehyun lifting Doyoung’s hips to fuck into him fast and filthy, Doyoung gagging around Jaehyun’s cock, hands caressing and squeezing and tugging all over each other’s bodies. It’s fucking hot, but it isn’t meant for Taeyong’s mind.
It isn’t until one time when he wakes up in the middle of night and hears moaning and the telltale sound of skin slapping against skin that Taeyong realizes that maybe it’s not just dreams he’s been seeing. Doyoung’s manager roommate is out for the week after all. Confused and still half-sleep, Taeyong creeps towards the wall that separates his room from Doyoung’s. He thinks the sounds get louder, but he isn’t sure.
Forgive me for this invasion of privacy, he thinks, then slowly peels back the barriers he keeps around his mind to go actively searching for the thoughts of whoever is on the other side of the wall.
He gets Doyoung’s first—he’s always been more attuned to Doyoung than anyone else. Doyoung’s internal monologue is a rambling mess: So good. So full. Right there. Jaehyun. Jaehyun. Jaehyun. And a brief flash of Jaehyun with his bangs falling across his face above him.
Jaehyun’s thoughts come next, and they’re slightly more coherent than Doyoung’s. You’re doing so good. Taking me so well. You need to be quieter. Do you want Taeyong to overhear you?
The following moan—high-pitched and needy—cuts through both Taeyong’s mind and the wall, and Taeyong, to his complete shame, feels his dick twitch in interest. Swallowing down a whine, he mindlessly grinds the palm of his hand against his dick through his pajama pants, before his brain catches up to his actions.
He quickly moves his hand away. Getting off to the thoughts of two of his closest friends banging each other would rank pretty low on what Taeyong considers to be ethical usage of his telepathy. Don’t be a creep, he chides himself, then slinks back to bed, covering his head with his pillow and trying to ignore everything happening one room over.
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Taeyong starts watching Doyoung and Jaehyun more closely, looking for any sign that their relationship has changed. But he finds nothing. Their interactions don’t seem any different from before. Taeyong never would have guessed that they’re sleeping together were it not for his gift. Their behavior feels just the same as it ever was.
It unnerves Taeyong. He never likes it when he has to rely on his telepathy to know something. If he knew about them for any other reason, he could talk to them about it, be a good leader and check in to make sure their new relationship dynamic wouldn’t affect the group as a whole. But Taeyong has no reason to know that they’re fucking and so he has no excuse to bring it up with them, no reason to tell them to be careful.
He hopes they’re being careful. The idea of things falling out whack between Doyoung and Jaehyun is deeply discomfiting to Taeyong. He imagines painfully awkward silences, tense glaring the aftermath of a falling out, and it’s chilling.
I’ll just keep an eye on their thoughts, he decides, and if things look like they’re going south, then and only then, will I step in.
That’s the right way to use his telepathy after all—a tool to make him a better leader to his group.
It’s all well and dandy until Taeyong is again woken up by another late night instance of Jaehyun and Doyoung fucking in the latter’s room. This itself isn’t worrisome. It’s happened a few times, and Taeyong doesn’t love it, but he’s learned to live with it. What does worry him is that when he gets unwillingly blasted with the visuals of Doyoung’s thoughts, it’s not Jaehyun that he’s thinking of.
The man that Doyoung is envisioning is shorter and lithe. Taeyong knows that Jaehyun is the one actually inside of Doyoung, but Doyoung’s mind is filled with this other man. His hands and his hips and his cock. There’s no face—at least not one that Doyoung is imagining distinctively enough for Taeyong to pick up on—but it’s obvious that it isn’t Jaehyun.
Taeyong shouldn’t stress about it. It’s not—well, quite frankly, it’s none of his business. He doesn’t even know if Doyoung and Jaehyun are exclusive with each other or not. He doesn’t know if it’s anything serious between them, or just a convenient way of letting off steam. He should just put the instance out of mind.
Except then he catches Jaehyun thinking about him.
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Taeyong is leaving the dance studio at the end of practice when he gets overwhelmed with a burst of imagination. The intensity with which Jaehyun wants to slam him against the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and ravage him is staggering. He gets glimpses of Jaehyun picturing licking into his mouth and hiking his legs over his hips and making him mewl with helpless pleasure, and Taeyong feels his whole body heat with embarrassment.
Oh no.
This is… not good. It’s one thing for Taeyong to deal with his own confused attraction to Jaehyun courtesy of being constantly plagued by Doyoung’s horny thoughts. It’s another thing for Jaehyun to want him back, because he’s with Doyoung, and damn it, Taeyong isn’t a home-wrecker!
Don’t think about me, he silently wills at Jaehyun. Think about Doyoung instead.
And it’s ridiculous, really, that Jaehyun would even have the time and energy to fantasy about Taeyong when he already has a whole Kim Doyoung in his bed. He has Doyoung’s delicate hands and sexy long legs and pert mouth with his pretty pink tongue. He has Doyoung’s breathy voice in his ear, his nails digging into his shoulders, his exquisite eyes fixed hungrily on his face. How could Jaehyun even think about Taeyong?
But think about him Jaehyun does.
He thinks about Taeyong when he comes down to the fifth floor dorm to pester Doyoung into making spicy pork for him, and it makes Taeyong want to scream. Your boy is right there! he has to restrain himself from shouting after he walks past Jaehyun sitting with his hand curled over Doyoung’s thigh and still he gets a flash of the younger man contemplating biting and sucking a hickey onto his neck. Stop thinking horny things about me! Think about Doyoung! Do! Young!
Is he overthinking this? Yes! Probably! After all, he can’t forget the few glimpses he’s gotten of Doyoung thinking about someone else too, but it’s different this time, because it’s him.
Taeyong would rather chew on broken glass than come between Doyoung and Jaehyun. They seem so happy together—not that they’re even really necessarily together. But they’re enjoying each other. There’s no proper place for Taeyong in that, not even within the confines of Jaehyun’s mind.
And so Taeyong resolves to not do anything that might inspire horniness in Jaehyun. He starts wearing his sloppiest, baggiest sweats at the dorm and is always careful to avoid eating anything remotely phallic-shaped around the younger man. He is determined to become the least sexy presence in Jaehyun’s life.
Tragically, it seems to make little difference to Jaehyun, who daydreams idly about ripping those sweats off of him and bending him over the sofa in the living room of the dorm.
Taeyong refuses to admit to himself that he finds the prospect mildly appealing. Bad Jaehyun! he chides, then himself too for good measure: Bad Taeyong! It’s all Doyoung’s fault, he’s sure, for infecting him with his ridiculously potent thirst for Jaehyun.
At least, that’s what he tells himself when he finds himself dreaming in flashes of Jaehyun and Doyoung and him, and they’re all around him and Jaehyun is dragging his tongue down his abdomen and Doyoung is slipping his fingers inside his mouth, and Taeyong genuinely isn’t sure if the fantasy is Jaehyun’s or Doyoung’s or his own.
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Taeyong is so on edge these days, he practically jumps out of his skin when Doyoung knocks on the door then lets himself into his room on a Saturday afternoon.
“Aish, you scared me half to death!” he complains, already scooting over in his bed to make room for Doyoung. “I thought I was the only one home right now.”
Doyoung gives him a soft smile. “I think everyone else is out,” he agrees and slips an arm around Taeyong, snuggling close to him in an affectionate manner that makes Taeyong’s body go all warm inside. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out, just the two of us.”
Without thinking, Taeyong says, “I figured you’d want to spend your free with Jaehyun.”
Doyoung peers at him curiously. “Why would you figure that?” he asks, voice even and measured. He’s a good actor but Taeyong knows him too well. Even without the help of telepathy, he’d be able to recognize that Doyoung is overcompensating with his tone, trying to hide something.
“Uh, well, I just mean.” Taeyong is not a good actor. “You’re friends,” he finishes lamely.
“We’re friends too, though?” Doyoung brushes his fingers across the back of Taeyong’s neck. “There’s nothing I do with Jaehyunnie that I wouldn’t also do with you.”
Taeyong scoffs, and suddenly he can’t hold himself back anymore. “I know you two are fucking!” he blurts, his cheeks heating in a blush.
Doyoung’s eyes fly wide, his mouth dropping into a cute little O. His fingers go still on Taeyong’s neck. The two of them stare at each other for a moment of stunned silence.
And then Doyoung recovers. He squeezes Taeyong’s nape and calmly repeats, “There’s nothing I do with Jaehyun that I wouldn’t also do with you.”
“Uh?” sputters Taeyong. He knows his face must be burning as he tries to parse Doyoung’s meaning.
Doyoung smiles encouragingly at him. “Jaehyun would too,” he continues, sounding a bit sheepish. His own cheeks are also flushed lightly pink. “We’ve, hmm… I must confess that it’s, ah, a weakness that we like to provoke in each other. Perks of being interested in the same person as your partner.”
It’s not just Jaehyun who has been thinking about him, Taeyong realizes with a sudden rush of clarity. The mystery man in Doyoung’s imagination has been him all along too.
Oh.
What’s more, it’s rapidly becoming clear that all those times he overheard them thinking about What if Taeyong catches us? wasn’t them worrying about getting in trouble. It was dirty talk.
Oh my god.
“You mean I’ve been stressing out about nothing?!”
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“Let me get this straight. You can read minds.”
Taeyong tries not to shrink before Doyoung and Jaehyun’s twin stares of incredulity. The two of them are sitting together on his bed while he sits at his desk, feeling like a man on trial. He always figured he’d tell his friends about his telepathy eventually, but this really wasn’t how he imagined it would go.
Curse my stupid loud mouth.
Doyoung’s eyes are narrowed pensively, Jaehyun’s wide with wonder, having been called down from the tenth floor by Doyoung the moment Taeyong accidentally let it slip that he had the ability to read minds.
“Yes, and I’ve spent the last however many weeks freaking out because I knew Jaehyun was thirsting after me and I didn’t want to cause problems between the two of you!” Taeyong explains again.
Jaehyun, at least, has the decency to look chagrinned. “Sorry, hyung. I, uh, well, it goes without saying that I would’ve monitored my thoughts better if I knew you could hear them.”
Doyoung pats his thigh reassuringly, then frowns at Taeyong. “But if you can read minds, why did that make you freak out about us? You would’ve seen my fantasies too.”
“Ah, I didn’t realize they were about me? You’re a very visual thinker, and I was never able to really pick up the face of the man you were thinking about, in part because I was actively trying to not pay attention to your dirty thoughts!”
“Wait, so you mean to say that you can see our thoughts more than hear them?” asks Jaehyun. His ears redden, as he looks back on all the filthy things he’s imagined doing to Taeyong.
“Uh… yeah? I guess so.” Taeyong scratches the back of his head. “Um, you aren’t really doing yourself any favors by rethinking about all of it again now.”
Jaehyun’s blush deepens, and Doyoung laughs. “Is our Jaehyunnie a real horndog?” he asks gleefully.
“You’re worse!” Taeyong snaps back. He takes some satisfaction in the way Doyoung’s mouth snaps shut, shocked at being called out. He presses on. “You were so goddamn horny about Jaehyun just all the time for so long! I couldn’t get through a single dance rehearsal without hearing all about what exactly you wanted to do to him with your tongue! It drove me bonkers!”
“I— that’s—” Doyoung flounders.
Jaehyun arches an eyebrow at him. “Wow, hyung, really? Bad boy.”
Taeyong rolls his eyes, then he gets a glimpse of Jaehyun putting Doyoung across his knee to land a open-handed strike against his bare ass and— “Stop that!” he hisses. “Stop imagining things!”
Doyoung snickers, and when Taeyong turns his gaze on him, he gets treated to a vision of Doyoung wrapping his long fingers around his throat and forcing him to his knees, forcing his mouth open, forcing him to choke.
“Doie,” he whines.
“You know, we’re still avoiding the elephant in the room, I think,” comments Jaehyun.
“Is is not the fact that I have telepathic powers?” Taeyong asks wryly.
Jaehyun grins, his dimples making him appear angelic even though Tayeong knows he isn’t. “Of course not,” he says like it’s obvious. “It’s the fact that Doyoungie-hyung and I both want to fuck you.”
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How did I not see this coming? Taeyong wonders, sighing into Jaehyun’s kiss as Doyoung licks, bites, and sucks his way down his chest. I’m a mind-reader, dammit!
Hearing their thoughts and fantasies through the walls falls so short of the reality of being in bed with them, their mouths and hands all over his body. Taeyong thinks he might just melt into a puddle of delirious pleasure. Why did he spend so long denying his desires?
Jaehyun drags his lips along Taeyong’s jaw, down his neck to seal his mouth over his collarbone until Taeyong taps insistently on his head. “No hickeys,” he warns. “I don’t care how much Doyoung likes being marked. I don’t.”
“Fuck, you really are a mind-reader.” Doyoung’s voice comes out low and strangled. He sinks down between Taeyong’s legs and looks at up at him. Can I blow you? he asks silently.
“Yes, fuck yes,” gasps Taeyong. He squirms in Jaehyun’s hold as Doyoung peels his sweats down, mouthing wetly at his erection through his boxers. “Oh my god, Doyoungie, please!”
“We’ve waited forever for this. You can wait another five seconds.” Jaehyun pinches Taeyong’s nipple, laughing in delight when it makes Taeyong whimper.
Taeyong twists his fingers into Doyoung’s hair, guiding his mouth to his cock, and tells Jaehyun, “You should do something more productive with your fingers, like, I dunno, open me up.”
“Bossy,” Jaehyun comments, already fumbling to find lube and condoms.
“Only because I know you want to,” retorts Taeyong. “Don’t forget I’ve spent weeks listening to you think about how much you want to put your fingers in my ass.”
Doyoung laughs around Taeyong’s cock, then moans when Taeyong tugs sharply on his hair.
“You think I don’t know what you want either?” Taeyong teases. He jerks his hips forward to fuck deeper into Doyoung’s mouth. “I’ve been living with your wet dreams spilling over into my mind for longer than you could imagine.”
His minor power trip is derailed by the sudden sensation of Jaehyun pressing a lube-slicked finger up inside of him. He squeaks at the intrusion, and Jaehyun smirks. “And yet you didn’t see that coming? It’s literally what you asked me to do.” Jaehyun’s voice is a low croon.
It makes Taeyong shiver. He thinks about the way he knows Jaehyun fucks Doyoung, the way he knows Jaehyun wants to fuck him, then Jaehyun slips another finger into him, and Taeyong lets out a breathy little gasp of pleasure.
Doyoung flicks the tip of his tongue along the underside of Taeyong’s cock, and Jaehyun crooks his fingers just right, and Taeyong can’t help but moan, his whole body buzzing. “Give me another finger,” he begs Jaehyun and is rewarded with both a third finger and a glimpse into Jaehyun’s mind. Through his thoughts, Taeyong sees his own hole clench greedily around Jaehyun’s fingers scissoring him open.
Holy shit.
Jaehyun presses an open-mouthed kiss to the back of his shoulder, and Taeyong’s fingers tighten in Doyoung’s hair. “Holy shit,” he repeats aloud, his voice thin and needy, because he already feels overstimulated and neither of them have even fucked him yet.
Doyoung pulls off his cock to gaze adoringly up at him, and Taeyong gets a rush of feelings—You’re my best friend, I love you, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never be able to think about anyone else—that make his head spin.
I think I love you too. He’s too shy to say it aloud. He twists around to kiss Jaehyun. And you. He runs his tongue over Jaehyun’s teeth, goading the younger man into biting on his bottom lip.
Doyoung touches his lips to Jaehyun’s inner wrist, then turns his attention back to Taeyong. “So how do you want to do this?”
Taeyong can tell how badly they both want to fuck him, so he suggests the only logical course of action: “You should fuck me together, both of you at once.”
He’s insane, Doyoung immediately thinks. That’s so fucking hot.
“It won’t be too much for you?” asks Jaehyun hesitantly.
“Not if you do a good job opening me up first.”
Fair enough, Jaehyun concedes and wiggles his fingers inside of Taeyong. With his free hand, he drizzles more lube onto Taeyong’s hole, then works a fourth finger into him.
Taeyong keens, his hands scrabbling for purchase to brace himself and finding Doyoung’s. He holds his hands tightly, gasping as Jaehyun fingerfucks him, stretching him open even more.
Doyoung’s tongue darts over his lower lip. “I think Taeyongie should ride me while Jaehyunnie fucks him from behind,” he suggests. He’s always been the type to consider logistics.
“Yes,” Taeyong immediately agrees. “Yes, let’s do that. Fuck, Doie.”
“Do you think you’re ready?” asks Jaehyun. I really don’t want to hurt him.
“You won’t hurt me,” Taeyong assures him, and Jaehyun startles at the reminder that oh yeah, Taeyong can read his mind. “I’ll stop if I think it’s going to be too much. I know my limits.”
Jaehyun kisses his neck and slips his fingers out of Taeyong to grab two condoms. “Okay,” he says. “I trust you.”
Doyoung rolls on one of the condoms, adds extra lube, then lies down on the bed. He beckons Taeyong to him with a smirk. Come sit on this dick.
Taeyong rolls his eyes makes and makes an exaggerated gagging motion to let Doyoung know he got the message. Still, he positions himself above Doyoung and takes a moment to admire the sight of his body, naked and on display for him, before slowly sinking down onto his cock.
Fuck, it’s even better than I imagined. The thought comes from Doyoung, but it may as well be Taeyong’s own. He bounces himself up and down, relishing the sweet slide of Doyoung inside of him.
“Jaehyun-ah,” he calls over his shoulder. Placing a hand on each cheek, he spreads his ass. “Want you in here too.”
Jaehyun lets out a low whine. God, how he is so hot? He comes up behind Taeyong, settles one hand on his hip and uses the other to press the tip of his cock against Taeyong’s hole alongside Doyoung’s. “You ready?” he asks quietly.
Taeyong makes an impatient noise of affirmation, and then Jaehyun pushes in.
It’s—Oh god. Taeyong has never felt so full in his life. The squeeze is unbelievably tight, and every movement either Doyoung or Jaehyun makes sends a burning pleasure spiking through his body. “Fuck,” he gasps out. He plants his hands on Doyoung’s chest to steady himself.
Doyoung curls a hand over his, smoothing his knuckles with his thumb. “How are you holding up?”
“Good,” Taeyong chokes out. “It’s just… it’s a lot.”
“We can go slow,” suggests Jaehyun.
Taeyong shakes his head. “No, I want it fast!” he insists.
Doyoung laughs, sounding fond. “You’ve always been a bit greedy, haven’t you?” he teases. But I’m always happy to give you everything you want, he adds silently, then snaps his hips up.
Taeyong jolts at the sensation. “Fuck, do that again,” begs Taeyong, and Doyoung does. When he draws back, Jaehyun pistons his hips to thrust in deep, and Taeyong isn’t sure who moans louder: him or Doyoung.
With every thrust, Doyoung can feel the slide of Jaehyun’s cock against his. Taeyong knows this because it’s practically all that Doyoung can think about it. The sensation of it sparks so intensely through him and Jaehyun both that Taeyong can practically feel it himself.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” he babbles. He can barely breathe with how good and full he feels. Every nerve in his body is on fire, and the rambling aroused thoughts of Jaehyun and Doyoung echoing into his mind only serve to amplify everything.
So fucking tight, thinks Doyoung, and I’m not gonna last long, thinks Jaehyun.
“Yes, please, come in me,” pants Taeyong, rocking himself down onto their cocks as much as he can. “Want it so badly.”
Oh fuck, Taeyong! Jaehyun sinks his teeth into the back of his shoulder, muffling his cry when he comes. His cock twitches inside of Taeyong, throbs against Doyoung’s. He slips out of Taeyong, and Doyoung contemplates flipping them over to fuck Taeyong hard and fast into the mattress
“Please do,” Taeyong urges, leaning forward to kiss Doyoung messily.
Doyoung nips affectionately at his lower lip, then pushes himself up to turn them over. He pistons his hips into Taeyong with unrelenting intensity, adjusting his angle until he finds the one that makes Taeyong keen with pleasure.
Having disposed of his condom, Jaehyun eyes them uncertainly. “Yes, you can jerk me off,” Taeyong answers his unasked question. “Please.”
“God, that’s uncanny,” Jaehyun mutters, but still he settles himself beside them, reaching a hand around Doyoung to curl around Taeyong’s aching cock.
It’s fucking sexy, Doyoung disagrees. He presses a sloppy kiss to Taeyong’s jaw. The intimacy of knowing that you’re inside my brain? Unparalleled.
Doyoung gets kind of unhinged when he’s having sex, Taeyong decides. He isn’t complaining though. Grabbing a fistful of Doyoung’s hair, he yanks his head back roughly, watching his beautiful face contort from the way it stings. “I know exactly what you like,” he promises in a low voice.
Doyoung comes with a strangled cry. Oh my god, Taeyongie! You—
Jaehyun groans aloud at the sight, the pace of his hand around Taeyong’s cock quickening. “Isn’t he just the prettiest thing when he comes?” he asks Taeyong, grinning.
“The prettiest,” Taeyong agrees and releases his hold on Doyoung’s hair so Doyoung can pull out of him, tie and toss his condom.
Jaehyun twists his wrist, thumbs over the head of Taeyong’s cock where he’s just leaking precum, strokes him even faster. “But I’ll bet you’re pretty fucking sexy when you come too.” He brings his free hand to Taeyong’s face, shoving his fingers into his mouth, and imagines it.
And that’s really all it takes.
Taeyong’s orgasm rocks his body with an unexpected intensity. “Nrgh!” he cries out, his fingers grasping frantically in the bedsheets.
Fucking sexy, comes Jaehyun’s smug approval, and then Doyoung’s: God, he’s so hot.
Gasping for breath, Taeyong just lies there and tries to regain his bearing on his own thoughts as he comes down from it. I’m gonna sleep so good tonight, he thinks dazedly.
Doyoung grabs a tissue and sits down on Taeyong’s other side. He carefully cleans the cum off his belly. It feels strangely tender.
“Cuddles now,” demands Jaehyun, making grabby hands.
Taeyong and Doyoung both laugh at his cute tone. “Anything for the baby,” coos Doyoung.
Taeyong opens his arms. “Come here and cuddle then.”
Jaehyun and Doyoung snuggle into his embrace. Jaehyun kisses his neck, and Taeyong giggles at the soft sensation.It’s nice, isn’t it? Doyoung hums a song quietly under his breath, and Taeyong’s mind feels calmer than it has in months.
After a moment, Taeyong finally asks, “I hate to be this person, but, like, what are we?”
Doyoung and Jaehyun exchange amused glances. Surely he knows that we’re both kinda in love with him, right?thinks Jaehyun, and Doyoung, reading the message through his eyes, laughs.
He turns to Taeyong with a smirk. “I don’t know, telepath boy.” He takes Taeyong’s hand in his and brings it to his mouth to kiss his knuckles tenderly. “Why don’t you tell us?”