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Seungmin sighs, bored. He sits at the dining room table on the video call for one of his classes, his boyfriends having chased him out of his own room. They’d shooed him outside because they ‘had a surprise’ for him. So much for supportive boyfriends while he’s studying for his post-grad degree.
They’ve been making noise in their bedroom for a bit, loud considering that he can hear them even though their room is all the way at the other end of the apartment. Finally, it quiets down, and he tries to tune into whatever the professor was saying, but he knows he probably can’t when Jeongin trots into the living space, visibly excited.
Minho follows suit and Seungmin knows he’s a goner.
Minho is dolled up in a frilly blouse and a pink, checkered skirt, long brown wig pulled into low ponytails. A pinkish hue on his cheeks, Seungmin isn’t sure if it’s makeup or his flushed cheeks. His eyelids are adorned with a shimmery pink eyeshadow, lashes curled and fuller than usual, thin winged liner to accentuate the natural shape of his eyes. His lips are pinker than normal, shiny and wet-looking. He is beautiful, and Jeongin looks pleased with his handiwork.
Seungmin has to make sure he’s muted in the call. “God,” Seungmin sighs. “ Hyung , you’re gorgeous.”
“It’s noona to you,” Minho shoots him a wink. Seungmin proceeds to die in his chair, but he seriously hopes no one on the call notices. He watches in awe as Jeongin comes up behind Minho, pinning Minho against the dining table.
“Our noona is so pretty, isn’t she, hyung ?” Jeongin smiles, pressing a kiss to her neck, hands teasing at the hem of Minho’s skirt. “Makes you want to just fuck her.”
Jeongin bends Minho forward till his ass sticks out and his face is smushed into the glass top of the table. He figures Minho’s foundation might rub off like this.
Minho gasps as Jeongin flips up his skirt, exposing the baby pink lace of his panties underneath, which Seungmin can only see because of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that’s across from the dining table. It gives him a perfect view of everything that’s happening: how Jeongin is less than gentle as he pulls down Minho’s panties to his ankles, how he wastes no time kneeling down to eat Minho out.
Minho whimpers beautifully, as Jeongin laps at his hole, jaw clenching as he presumably works Minho open. Jeongin has always enjoyed eating both of them out, and he does a damn good job at it.
“Seungmin-ah,” Minho calls out breathily. He makes the mistake of looking at Minho, who’s red in the face and batting his lashes at him like this is anything but filthy. It makes his cock throb. “Don’t you want to play with noona ?”
Seungmin closes his eyes, inhaling sharply. He can’t lose control in the middle of a class like this, aware of the tens of eyes that could be watching him. He moves a hand over his crotch, pressing his palm into it to relieve some of the pressure.
While his professor rambles on and on into one ear, the sounds of his boyfriends fucking without him fills the other, and the rest of the room, really. Minho moans unabashedly, while the wet sound of Jeongin eating him out is absolutely obscene. Seungmin really wants to let go, to shut his laptop off and indulge the other two, but he knows he can’t.
He shamefully continues to watch Minho get ruined by Jeongin’s sharp tongue, till he’s panting and Jeongin finally comes back up. He seems to be pleased with his work, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand as he stands up. He pats Minho’s butt and says, “Stay right there like a good little girl, okay?”
Jeongin’s tone is condescending, so Minho-like that Seungmin shudders just thinking about it. How Minho would talk down to them like they couldn’t understand a lick of what he said, how he would ruffle their hair and make them wait before he railed them into next week. Now it was Minho’s turn, and it seemed to have the same effect on him. Seungmin sees Minho’s cock twitch, heavy between his legs. He stifles a laugh, but still watches with wide eyes as Jeongin comes back with a bottle of lube in hand.
Seungmin watches intently as Jeongin slicks up two of his fingers, carelessly pushing his middle finger into Minho’s hole. It slides in with ease, and he notes how red and puffy and wet Minho’s hole really is, fucked out from Jeongin’s tongue.
“You’re so loose, noona ,” Jeongin laughs. “That couldn’t just be from me, right? You finger your pussy a lot these days?”
Minho whines, while Seungmin is wondering if the tips of his ears have really grown as red as they look on camera. God, the way Jeongin talks down to Minho sends chills down his spine. He wonders if this is some sort of twisted way to get back at Minho for every time he’s talked down like this to them.
Jeongin cocks his wrist lazily, opening Minho up with one finger (it really slides in so easily, and Seungmin can’t tear his eyes away). He quickly moves up to two, easing the second finger into Minho gently. Jeongin’s fingers disappear into Minho then reappear, dragging out giving Minho any sort of pleasure like this, fingering him just for the sake of working him open. He can see Minho’s hand strain by his side, trying to hold himself back from touching himself, cock hard and leaking onto their tiled floor. It’s adorable.
“More,” Minho moans. It’s directed at Jeongin, who’s actually doing all the work, but he stares up at Seungmin with wide, wet eyes. It takes every ounce of self-restraint not to coo at Minho, to fulfil his every desire, to fuck him and make him moan.
Jeongin hums, eyeing Seungmin as he slides a third finger into Minho, thrusting them in and out. “You want to fuck her, don’t you, hyung ? But you can’t,” He smirks. Seungmin wants to strangle him.
“You’re a piece of shit, Yang Jeongin,” Seungmin glares at Jeongin, trying to keep his face even-tempered otherwise.
“At least I get to fuck noona ’s pussy right now,” Jeongin waggles his brows obnoxiously. “You can have my sloppy seconds.”
“Hey,” Minho protests weakly. “You both have the honour to fuck me, don’t get it twisted.”
“Sorry, noona . I’ll make it up to you, if you want me to fuck you right now?”
Minho shudders. “Yes, Innie. I’m ready.”
Minho readjusts his stance, legs spreading wider to stabilise himself. Jeongin pushes off his shorts and underwear, blocking Seungmin’s very pleasant view of Minho’s ass. But he watches Jeongin tease the head of his long, thick cock along Minho’s hole, making him sigh.
Jeongin pushes in, angled so he can slide in easily, hands holding Minho’s waist tightly. The skirt is bunched up in his hands, crumpled now, but none of it matters when Minho’s face scrunches up in pleasure, the way it always does when they have sex. Or when Minho takes a bite of his own very delicious cooking. Mostly when they have sex.
He stares unabashedly at his boyfriends, who, wow , are really having sex in front of him while he’s in a class. Jeongin rolls his hips into Minho’s, the slick sounds of his thrusts and their skin slapping together just downright obscene. Seungmin decides that he hates his boyfriends for coming up with this whole thing, just to exclude him from joining in on the fun.
Jeongin puts a fist in Minho’s wig, the synthetic chocolate brown strands wrapped around his hand as he pulls Minho’s head up, neck craning to look right at Seungmin. Minho is gorgeous, pink lips parted ever so slightly in a perpetual moan, eyes fluttering shut every time Jeongin fucks hard into him.
He realises the absurdity of all this. They barely speak to each other formally anymore, preferring to use English and slipping into Korean when convenient. But this, all of this, Jeongin’s voice lilting a little differently when he coos out those honorifics, makes Seungmin’s gut curl with arousal.
“You want to fuck her, huh? Noona ’s pussy feels so good, hyung . I might just come inside her and fill her up with my babies.”
Minho chokes on a moan, eyes welling up with tears now as he looks at Seungmin. His bottom lip is pulled into a small pout, almost pleading him silently. Jeongin’s look, however, challenges him; taunting him.
Seungmin’s eyes flit up to meet Jeongin’s instead, staring just as intensely. He switches over to Korean now, desperately worried that there might be a lip reader in his class: “Then I’ll fuck noona even harder and faster, fuck her till she comes over and over again. I’ll come inside her till she’s full and leaking. I’ll do everything you can, but better .”
He knows it makes Jeongin tick, the thrill of competition, over their sweet Minho who can’t even get pregnant. Jeongin rocks his hips harder into Minho, the table positively shaking by now. Minho’s noises are so whiny and loud and desperate, it’s so cute.
Seungmin is almost too distracted to notice that his professor is wrapping up now, signalling the end of the call. He’s never closed out of a tab that fast. He slams his laptop shut so hard he winces a little, but it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter because he walks over the few paces it takes to get to the opposite side, hand wrapping around the back of Jeongin’s neck as he pulls him in for a searing, messy kiss. It’s hot and full of teeth, but it doesn’t matter because he can finally put Jeongin in his place, kissing him hard. He presses his hips up to Jeongin’s thigh, still moving but having slowed down pounding into Minho.
“You’re so needy you’re humping me like a dumb dog?” Jeongin mocks, whispering against his lips. His eyes are piercing, studying his face. “Pathetic.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Seungmin doesn’t mince his words. “You’ve been fucking her for ages and she hasn’t come, isn’t that worse?”
Minho moans loudly. Seungmin feels him tense up with the hand he has on his back, then melt into the table all at once. He must’ve…
Seungmin pulls away to check, blinking as he sees Minho’s load in a sad puddle on the floor. Minho’s cock dribbles out whatever’s left, and he sighs, a content yet sheepish smile on his face.
“What were you saying again?” Jeongin snorts, and Seungmin rolls his eyes.
“Hurry up and come inside her so I can show you how it’s done, punk,” Seungmin spits.
Jeongin is happy to oblige. He doesn’t waste any more time, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He’s already growing sloppy, thrusts haphazard as he chases his pleasure, coming quickly soon after.
Minho lets out a weak mewl as Jeongin comes inside him, slumping down on the table. Jeongin leans forward to kiss Minho’s shoulder, a whisper of intimacy in this whole… thing they’re playing out.
Jeongin slips out of Minho’s cock softening already. His come begins to drip out of Minho’s hole, gaping. It’s obscene, but the only thing Seungmin can think about is sticking his dick inside Minho.
“ Noona , can I please-”
“Yes,” Minho says with grit teeth. “Fuck me. You said it’d be better than Jeongin, right? Put your money where your mouth is, then.”
There it is, the sting to Minho’s words that he loves when he talks down to them. It makes his heart race, as he scrambles to unbutton his jeans and undo his fly, hurriedly pulling his bottoms down. He urges Minho to tiptoe, making it easier for Seungmin to line his cock up to his hole and slide in.
“Jeongin really fucked you loose, huh? Can you even feel anything like this?” Seungmin chuckles, getting used to thrusting in and out of Minho’s hole. It’s wetter and warmer than usual, the excessive amount of lube and Jeongin’s come attributing to it. He can even feel Jeongin’s come slide down his balls, but he doesn’t have time to focus on that. Minho inhales sharply, probably slightly overstimulated, but takes Seungmin like a champ regardless.
Honestly, Seungmin’s pretty close already, having been worked up for the past half hour or so. Minho’s sinful expressions, Jeongin’s (generally obnoxious) taunting. He wants Minho to come, just to prove a point to the devilish fox that sits across from them now, eyeing them. He wraps a hand around Minho’s cock, already half-hard and twitching back to life.
“Like what you see, Yang Jeongin?” Seungmin asks.
Jeongin laughs. “ Noona is a sight to behold. You, not so much.”
“Asshole,” Seungmin retorts. “It’s almost like I’m not also your boyfriend.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Seungmin,” Minho quips now. “My mind isn’t exactly blown right now.”
He pumps Minho’s cock, working it up to hardness. Minho whimpers, as Seungmin leans down, sloppily making out with Minho all while he fucks him. Seungmin drinks in all of Minho’s moans, pleased to hear all of his sounds. It does the trick, Minho clenching around him soon enough.
“ Noona ,” Seungmin coos. “Are you close?”
Minho nods, breathing heavy. “Need to come, please, Seungmin.”
Contented, he hums. “Then come for me, noona . Make a mess.”
Seungmin’s hand tease at the head of Minho’s cock. Minho whines high in the back of his throat, then he’s coming in his hand, fluid spraying all over and onto the floor. It’s thinner than come, runny in his hand as it drips to the floor.
“I’m going to come inside you, okay?” Seungmin murmurs. He looks straight at Jeongin before he says, “I’ll fill you up with my babies instead.”
Minho moans, whimpers, does everything humanely possible to push Seungmin toward the edge, teetering, till Seungmin’s hips still, flush against Minho’s plump ass, and blows his load inside of Minho.
Seungmin slumps atop Minho, burying his face in the crow’s nest of his wig. Minho smells like sweat, and the slightest hint of sweet perfume.
“You’re heavy, Kim Seungmin. Get off,” Minho grumbles.
Seungmin whines, pouting as he pulls out. “Why don’t you say things like this to Jeongin?”
“Because he likes me more, duh.” Jeongin smirks.
He pouts even harder, looking at Minho who starts to get up. Minho’s face is wrecked, mascara and eyeliner running down his cheeks in black streams. His lipgloss is smudged, which he can still taste on his tongue. “Do you really?”
Minho rolls his eyes playfully. “I let you come inside my ass, don’t I? I’m sure that tells you how much I love you, my idiot boyfriend, Kim Seungmin.”
Seungmin laughs. Pride swells in his chest as he watches both his and Jeongin’s loads spill out of Minho’s hole now, mixing as they run down his thigh. “Well, I’m glad you two weirdos liked that, but can we take a shower now? I’m sticky and my ass is sore.”
Jeongin and Seungmin coddle Minho now. Jeongin even offers to carry Minho to the bathroom. Seungmin notes the very obvious beige print left in the middle of their glass table, where Minho’s cheek was pressed. He chuckles to himself, then files into the bathroom with his boyfriends.
Seungmin and Jeongin are both on their knees in their very spacious shower, holding onto Minho’s thighs to make sure he doesn’t fall over. Minho’s taken off his makeup already, so Seungmin knows the redness in Minho’s cheeks are purely from him being shy. Even though the makeup made Minho look a different kind of “pretty”, Seungmin thinks he prefers this Minho much better: bare-faced, dark-brown bangs in his eyes, looking at his two boyfriends on their knees, staring up at him, ready to pleasure him a third time.
Seungmin presses his face up to Minho’s ass, tongue easily sinking into his hole. He tastes his and Jeongin’s come on his tongue, tries not to choke on the hot water being sprayed on him from above, but ends up choking at the odd taste of lube.
“Cherry-flavoured? Seriously, Jeongin?”
Jeongin pulls off Minho’s hard cock with a ‘pop’. “What? A guy’s gotta use what he has on hand!”
Minho groans, grabbing onto their heads and pushing them back down. “Ugh. Both of you shut up and make me feel good, okay? We can bicker later.”