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Doyoung’s first order of business after getting a room to himself is to install a big full-length mirror on the wall across from his bed. If its placement is obvious (and it is), no one is brave enough to comment on it.
With one exception.
“You want to be fucked in front of this, don’t you?” The amusement is obvious in Taeyong’s voice. Yes, he’s aware of Doyoung’s penchant for vanity, and yes, he is always willing to indulge it.
But Doyoung shakes his head and clicks his tongue, mouth curved into a devilish little smile—the kind that shows off the dimpled scar just above the corner of his lip. He curls his hand around the back of Taeyong’s neck and bluntly explains, “No, I want us to fuck Jaehyunnie in front of it.”
“Oh.” Taeyong’s face splits in a wide grin. “Can we make it a surprise for him, please? I want to see his face when he realizes.”
“Oh, yeah.” Doyoung squeezes his neck. Excited. Decisive. “Let’s give him a treat.”
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Jaehyun’s face when he realizes what Taeyong and Doyoung have in store for him is, predictably, a sight to behold. His eyes grow wide, his cheeks (and ears) flush bright pink, and his tongue flicks over his lips, wetting them in anticipation.
“You… you want me to… watch myself?” he asks, wonderous. “While you fuck me?”
“Mm, I always said you should see how lovely you look while we debauch you,” Doyoung reminds him.
Jaehyun’s blush deepens. “I always figured that was just dirty talk,” he protests, but he’s soft and pliant in his boyfriends’ hands as they pull his clothing off and maneuver him onto his hands and knees on Doyoung’s bed.
“Oh, but you really should see how lovely you are,” purrs Taeyong. He caresses his hands down the expanse of Jaehyun’s back, smoothing over the skin and pausing on the small swell of his ass. “How good you always are for us.”
Jaehyun shivers, as if involuntarily, and pushes back into Taeyong’s touch. “Wanna be good for you,” he mumbles.
“You want us to use you, don’t you?” Doyoung’s voice is smug, soothing, and sweet. “Don’t worry, my love, we will.”
“Please.” Jaehyun’s legs spread wider, his head dropping down onto the mattress.
“Ah-ah.” Tutting, Doyoung grabs Jaehyun’s hair, lifting his head while Taeyong fetches the lube. “You have to watch.”
Jaehyun’s mouth quivers, the flush spreading across his face and down his neck as he locks eyes with his reflection in the mirror. A whine builds in his throat, needy and desperate, already riled up, and Taeyong presses a slicked-up finger up between between the cheeks of his ass. “Oh,” he sighs, pupils blown, watching the shudder run through his body as Taeyong works his finger inside.
“Pretty,” coos Taeyong, like Jaehyun is a cute doll. A fun toy. A precious plaything.
“The prettiest,” agrees Doyoung. “Don’t you think so, Jaehyun-ah?”
Jaehyun can’t find it in himself to respond. He’s entranced, looking at himself in the mirror just like Doyoung told him to. A gasp drops from his lips when Taeyong pushes a second finger inside of him, stretching and curling. “Please,” he whimpers.
Taeyong knows exactly what he’s asking for. He wastes no time rolling a condom on and sinking into Jaehyun’s tight heat.
“Look at you, taking him so good.”
Jaehyun’s chest burns with the warmth of Doyoung’s praise. He shifts his legs back together, trying to keep Taeyong squeezed tight inside of him, never once looking away from his reflection. He wants to follow his boyfriends’ direction perfectly, wants to make them proud.
“Does he feel good?” asks Doyoung. “Filling you up and fucking you.”
Whining, Jaehyun rocks back against Taeyong, takes him deeper. “Feels so good,” he mumbles, the words thick and cottony in his mouth. He feels soft and floaty, hot and electric all at once. Arousal jolts through his body with each snap of Taeyong’s hips. His eyes flutter shut.
“Keep watching, baby.” Taeyong’s command is punctuated with a particularly aggressive thrust, and Jaehyun’s eyes fly open, find himself in the mirror again. Taeyong’s fingers press, deliciously sharp, into his hips, holding him in place.
His cheeks are so flushed, Jaehyun notes. His jaw drops a little every time Taeyong fucks into him—high-pitched keens sounding his pleasure. “Will you come in me?” he asks, then a new thought occurs to him. If he’s going to get fucked in front of a mirror, he might as well get the most out of it. “Will you come on my face?”
Taeyong groans, and Doyoung’s breath hitches. “You wanna see yourself all messy when Doyoungie has his turn with you?” asks Taeyong.
Jaehyun pictures it: Taeyong’s cum dripping down his chin while Doyoung fucks him. He shivers pleasantly. “Please,” he chokes out. “I want it.”
In the mirror, he watches as Doyoung leans over to kiss Taeyong, all tongue and teeth, open-mouthed and filthy. One hand curls onto Jaehyun’s hip, covering Taeyong’s own. The other comes up to cup Taeyong’s face.
“Won’t our Jaehyunnie be so pretty with your cum all over his face?” Doyoung snarls into Taeyong’s mouth. He sounds just as turned on by the idea as Jaehyun feels. His hand slips lower, from Taeyong’s face to his neck, squeezing lightly. “Make sure you give him a good load, hyung.”
A strangled noised—aroused and needy—tears its way out of Taeyong’s throat, and it makes Jaehyun want to howl. Call it vanity, but nothing gets him hotter than knowing his boyfriends are getting off to him. And clearly his boyfriends are into it, are more than happy to use that particular little kink of his (is it a kink?) to their advantage, as evidenced by the current setup of Doyoung’s mirror in front of his bed and every bit of dirty talk that they’ve lavished him with.
“Come on me, Taeyong-hyung,” he moans, begging and squirming and pushing back in a silent plea. “Want to taste you all over my lips.”
Taeyong grunts, slams deeply into him, pulls out. Jaehyun would cry at the sudden loss, except then Taeyong is shuffling around him, ripping off the condom, and giving himself a few quick strokes. Jaehyun barely has enough time to close his eyes before wet warmth splatters across his face.
His cock aches, hard but unattended to, but Jaehyun focuses purely on the sensation of Taeyong’s cum dripping thickly down the bones of his cheeks, running down his mouth and chin. He opens his eyes, looks at Taeyong’s flushed face then his own in the mirror.
“You look like a whore,” Doyoung observes fondly, before Jaehyun has the chance to really think it. He grabs Jaehyun by the hips, lifting his ass back up from where he’s slumped a little. “So pretty.”
Jaehyun preens under the praise. While Doyoung rolls a condom on, he wiggles his ass back towards him, invitingly, and is rewarded with Taeyong patting him like a cat. “You did so good for me.” Taeyong runs his thumb over Jaehyun’s cheek, smearing his cum further, and smiles.
Jaehyun practically melts. He can feel his cock drooling precum. They’ll need to wash the bedsheets after this, because there’s definitely going to be a gross wet spot underneath where he’s braced on his hands and knees, waiting with breathless anticipation for Doyoung. In the mirror, his reflection looks thoroughly debauched already—hair messy, skin flushed with Taeyong’s cum drying.
Behind him, Doyoung places a hand on each asscheek and spreads him wide. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he coos. “If only you could see back here too.”
For the briefest of moments, Jaehyun wonders if Doyoung is contemplating rigging up a second mirror in order to make it possible. Then Doyoung presses a kiss to his hole, already tender from Taeyong’s fast-paced fucking, and he rapidly loses the ability to form coherent thoughts. “Hyung,” he whines. His expression in the mirror is almost comical.
Doyoung straightens up, replacing his mouth with the tip of his cock. He thrusts in with enough force that Jaehyun goes toppling face first into the mattress.
All Jaehyun can think about is the sensation of Doyoung’s cock drilling into him, all he can feel is the sharp darts of his fingers biting to the flesh of his hips, and then Taeyong is hauling him back up by his hair, forcing him to look at his reflection again.
“There’s our sweet boy,” Taeyong croons. Sinfully sweet.
Jaehyun’s fingers scrabble helplessly against the sheets, unable to tear his eyes aways from the pornographic tableau playing out in the mirror. His face is red (except for where it’s covered in sticky white strands) and teary. Sweaty. Wild with arousal. His mouth quivers, gasping out the choked sounds of his pleasure building in his belly. “I’m not gonna last,” he confesses.
“Do you think you can… untouched?” Taeyong asks, eyes burning as he watches Jaehyun watch himself get completely undone by Doyoung’s pistoning.
“No, no, no,” sobs Jaehyun. He begs, “Touch me, hyung, please.”
Doyoung barks out a shaky sort of laugh. Adjusting his grip on Jaehyun’s hips, he lifts their bodies higher together, giving Taeyong an opening to get a hand on Jaehyun’s dick. “How could you refuse our sweet boy when he begs so nicely?” he teases.
Jaehyun feels like exploding, doubly so when Taeyong twists his wrist expertly. “M’close,” he gasps out. In the mirror, he sees his body shudder, even more precum spurting eagerly over Taeyong’s nimble fingers. “Close-close-close.”
Doyoung’s teeth find a home in the back of Jaehyun’s neck. “That’s right, baby,’ he purrs. “Let it all out.”
Choking on a broken moan, Jaehyun does. His orgasm races like a wildfire through his nervous system, all the way out to the ends of his fingers, and Taeyong milks him through it, his hand curled tight around his length.
“Good boy,” praises Taeyong. He lifts his hand from Jaehyun to lick the mess from his fingers. “Always so good for us. So pretty.”
Doyoung’s hand closes around Jaehyun’s throat, not squeezing, just holding him in place. “Do you see now?” he asks in a low growl. “Do you see just how lovely you are?”
Jaehyun whimpers. He can see the sweat shining on his skin in the mirror. His lips bitten red and rosy. The fucked out look in his glassy gaze. There is something quite lovely about it all. “Y-yes,” he tells Doyoung. Gasping. Desperate to please.
Doyoung kisses the sensitive spot just under his ear. “Where do you want my cum?”
Jaehyun’s head spins with the possibilities. On his face where Taeyong’s cum is already beginning to crust? Deep inside of him where he can almost pretend that there’s no condom between them? Then he looks again at his reflection in the mirror, and he knows—
“Want it on my chest.”
Doyoung and Taeyong respond with twin moans of heated arousal at the idea. “Oh, baby,” groans Doyoung. He rolls his hips, grinding deep before sliding out, fumbling with the condom to give Jaehyun what he wants.
Taeyong turns Jaehyun around, flipping him onto his back, and Jaehyun’s head flops over the edge of the mattress. Upside down, he gazes into his reflection’s eyes. Lovely, it’s true. He looks further up the mirror, at Doyoung kneeling over him, hand working the length of his erection with swift, confident strokes. He sees Doyoung’s face contort with pleasure (his tongue peaks, sharp and cute, out the corner of his mouth), hears the hissed cry of his release, before he feels it—cum landing on his chest in thick ropes.
A violent shiver rips through Jaehyun’s body. He sees his reflection shudder. He looks exactly the way he feels—railed within an inch of his life, and like the star in a porno of their own making. And then Taeyong is carding his fingers through his sweaty hair and crawling close for a soft kiss that Jaehyun simply melts into.
The ragged sound of Doyoung’s breathing slowly returns to normal. His hand drops onto Jaehyun’s stomach, bracing himself, reestablishing that loving touch between them. “You were so good for us, Jaehyun-ah,” he praises.
Jaehyun makes grabby hands at him until he acquiesces to cuddle and kiss despite the sticky mess. While Doyoung heaps post-coital affection on Jaehyun, Taeyong tosses on his bathrobe, nips out to the bathroom and comes back with a damp washcloth to make an attempt at cleaning up, before Doyoung wrinkles his noise at the large wet spot soaking the better part of his bed.
“Let’s just sleep in your bed tonight, hyung. We can wash my sheets tomorrow.”
It’s a nice system, Jaehyun thinks and lets his boyfriends bundle him from Doyoung’s room to Taeyong’s. He feels loose-limbed and fuzzy in the best sort of way. Taeyong climbs into bed first, then Jaehyun. Doyoung tucks them both in, before crossing the room to turn out the lights.
“Next time– ” Taeyong’s voice is rough with sleepiness. He yawns and snuggles deeper into Jaehyun’s arms. “Maybe we can film it next time.”