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Summary:

It had all been Yoongi’s idea, truly.

Notes:

title from beyonce's xo. as u do

(tbh don't take the polyamory negotiations tag too seriously lol)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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It had all been Yoongi’s idea, truly.

If it’d depended on Seokjin, none of it would’ve ever been brought up. If there's one thing he's good at, it's keeping things to himself.

The problem is that Yoongi is just as good at seeing straight through his bullshit.

Which, any other time, is great. It's how they got together after all — Yoongi realizing that Seokjin was very much into him and then doing his best to show he liked him too. And it still took them months to actually get together.

They've been married for almost two years now, though. Honestly, it didn't take them long to realize they were It for each other. They'd always worked together well — they already knew that from the years they'd been roommates —, but once they started dating it was clear they were made for each other. Soulmates, if you will.

And most of the time Seokjin couldn't be happier about it. He was with the love of his life after almost a decade of pining. They were as in love with each other as ever.

Except, other times, Seokjin really wished Yoongi didn't know him that well.

"I'm serious, hyung," Yoongi says. "You should talk to him."

They're home on a rare free afternoon. Seokjin is sitting by the computer, his game forgotten since the start of this conversation, while Yoongi is reading on the bed — and double-tasking at tormenting Seokjin.

"Do you even know what you're saying?" Seokjin asks, his voice high and affected.

"Yes." Yoongi doesn't even look up from his book. "I'm saying you should tell Jeongguk you wanna fuck him."

Seokjin almost begrudges Yoongi for how easily he can say it. He might not be the best at talking about his feelings but he's pretty good at understanding them. It's not the fact that he wants to fuck Jeongguk that bothers him — well, maybe it is a little. It's the fact that Yoongi saw it and is now, what? Encouraging him?

He knows he's probably bright red by now but he tries to act as unaffected as possible, but it doesn't work as his voice starts cracking. "What makes you think I wanna—fuck him?"

Yoongi looks at him. "You stopped going to the gym with him."

"He goes with Taehyung now," he says. "And how does that prove anything?" It absolutely does. He stopped working out with Jeongguk once he realized he was spending way too long staring as Jeongguk lifted Seokjin's weight in each arm. Or something like that.

"You keep commenting on his muscles," Yoongi continues as if he hasn't said anything.

"So do the others. What, do all of them wanna fuck him too?" Yoongi just stares at him. " You talk about his muscles too."

Yoongi shrugs. "Would it make you feel better if I told you I've been thinking about it too?"

"I—" Seokjin pauses. "Maybe."

The thing is, this isn’t the most groundbreaking revelation. It wouldn't be the first time they've slept with other people either while they are together — or the second, or the third. That ship had sailed years ago when Jimin and Taehyung approached them for the first time.

The four of them have slept together a few times in the past several years, but, while they know how to navigate around it by now, it's not exactly a regular occurrence. Seokjin can imagine the same rules applying to Jeongguk though: a lot of talk before and after it happens - and maybe during too, Taehyung is definitely fond of talking during sex.

At the same time, Jeongguk isn't Jimin and Taehyung. In those instances, they were two couples coming together for sex. Sure, they're all close friends but still. Jeongguk is Jeongguk. What he feels for him isn’t the same as what he feels for Jimin and Taehyung.

So finding out Yoongi might be as affected by Jeongguk's… form as he is does make him feel a little better. Not that there's anything wrong with being attracted to him; Jeongguk's an adult, bigger and stronger than even Seokjin at this point.

And yet there's still a part of him that can't help but feel ashamed, like his attraction is wrong for some reason. Not because it's a guy, but because it's Jeongguk.

"You don't think it's weird?" Seokjin says, his voice small and tentative. "It's Jeongguk we're talking about."

Yoongi is quiet for a moment, like he's really thinking about Seokjin's reasons to ask that. "Not really," he ends up answering. "Not weirder than sleeping with Jimin or Taehyung."

"They are a couple, though. They were there for each other the whole time just like us."

"We'll have a serious conversation with Jeongguk before anything happens. Explain what we're expecting from it and see what he has to say."

Seokjin bites his lip. "I don't—" He starts saying but cuts himself.

Yoongi must notice how nervous he is because he puts his book down on the bed and gets up, walking towards Seokjin so he can squeeze his shoulder and kiss the top of his head. "What is it, hyung?"

Seokjin takes Yoongi's hand and laces their fingers together. "I don't want him to think we only care about him for a threesome. Or that—," Yoongi squeezes his hand, "Or that we only want him because he's big and strong now." Seokjin snorts.

Yoongi hums. "And why do you want him, hyung?"

It's a fair question that he needs to answer but he still grumbles and says, "You first."

Yoongi gives him a knowing look but complies, "He's sweet. Maybe the sweetest boy I know. His heart is so big sometimes I worry about him. He's so good at everything too," Yoongi laughs, looking fond. "He's not… naive, but he always tries to see the best in everything."

"Yeah," he exhales. "Yeah, that's really it, isn't it? He's just… so easy to love."

"Mhm, he is." Seokjin leans his head on Yoongi's torso. Yoongi cards his other hand through his hair. "I know I was the one who brought it up,  but we don't have to do anything about it, hyung. We can just forget about it if that's what you want."

Seokjin knows that. Yoongi would never pressure him into doing something about it. On the other hand, he doesn't think he can let it go now that they've talked about it. If Yoongi's okay with it, all that's left to know is if Jeongguk himself would want them back.

"What if he rejects us?"

"Well, then we let it go and don't hold it against him," Yoongi says, as if that's the obvious answer.

"Yeah, of course," Seokjin says. "But—" He swallows.

Yoongi tilts his head up so they're looking at each other. "Would it hurt you? If he didn't want to do this with us?"

Seokjin nods. "Yes."

"There is always a chance." Yoongi slides his thumb down the column of his neck. "But I wouldn't bring it up with you in the first place if I didn't think he wants this as much as us."

Seokjin is quiet for a moment and then snorts. "I kept my feelings for you to myself for so many years, maybe I'm just bad at this."

"At threesomes?"

"Yah, at feelings, Yoongi!" 

Yoongi smiles knowingly. "Being afraid of rejection doesn't make you bad at feelings, hyung," 

Seokjin shrugs. Maybe it doesn't but it still feels like he's not good at it. 

After some time, he says, "Okay. Let's talk to him."

It takes another week for them to have enough spare time and privacy to talk to Jeongguk about it. He seems a little surprised at first but agrees. He's very upfront about the fact that he wants to have sex with them but that he also needs some time to think about everything he wants to talk about with them before they Do It - his words, emphasis and all.

Seokjin tells him to take his time. They'll wait for as long as he needs.

"You know you'll have to tell him what you want to do at some point, right?" Yoongi asks once they're alone in their room afterward. "We'll have to discuss an outline at least."

"Yeah, so?"

Yoongi lifts one eyebrow. "So you're not nervous about saying you want him to fuck your brains out?"

He would say no, but he can feel his whole head flushing bright red. There's no point in lying to his omniscient husband either way.

Jeongguk comes to them a few days later and they discuss everything they need. They mention having done this with Jimin and Taehyung before and, apparently, Jeongguk has also slept with them at various points. Seokjin is not even surprised.

They're all busy and don't have a break until almost a month later but the three of them make sure to say they're okay with waiting. It's clear how important this is to all of them and they don't wanna rush into it. There's no point in that.

When the day comes, in the middle of a small break in their schedule, Seokjin is so nervous he thinks he might pass out. Yoongi teases him a bit after but then he must see how awful Seokjin probably looks because he starts reassuring him everything will be fine. If Seokjin doesn't feel good they can always reschedule or let it go altogether. 

He doesn't wanna cancel on Jeongguk. He doesn't. He makes himself calm down, breathes the way his therapist taught him to do when his anxiety is bad, eats his lunch because he knows it'll be worse if he waits on an empty stomach. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, looks like he always does: calm, thoughtful, cute. He put on an oversized yellow sweater that morning that covers his hands and most of his thighs and Seokjin knows exactly what he's doing. Part of him wants to drag him back to their room and ruin him on that sweater as soon as he sees him but he tries to control himself. Today is supposed to be special.

Jeongguk appears out of his room in the late afternoon, looking sleepy and rumpled. They agreed to meet up in the evening exactly because they all knew Jeongguk would be sleeping in late. Seokjin has already gone through the five stages of grief by the time Jeongguk tells them he's just gonna shower and then he's ready.

"It’ll be okay," Yoongi tells him. "I’ll be here the whole time and you can tell us to stop whenever you want."

"I know."

Yoongi cards his fingers through his hair gently. "You weren't this nervous during our times with Jimin and Taehyung."

"It's just," Seokjin tries to say. "You know, it's—"

"Jeongguk," Yoongi finishes for him. "And you feel differently about him."

It's not a question. He doesn't know what he'd say if it was. Yoongi is right but that doesn't mean Seokjin would admit it like that. It's been implied a few times by now but this is the first time Yoongi says it as it is: that Seokjin’s feelings for Jeongguk aren’t merely platonic.

"Yoongi-yah," he starts. "Maybe we should cancel and talk more about it before we do anything."

"Talk more about what?"

They'd left the door open while they waited for Jeongguk so he'd know they were ready for him and maybe that was their biggest mistake.

Jeongguk is standing by the door, looking freshly showered and worried. He keeps looking at Seokjin as he asks, "Hyung, are you okay? Do you wanna cancel?"

Seokjin is pretty good at compartmentalizing. He should be shoving his feelings away for the moment and telling Jeongguk the truth — something came up and he and Yoongi need to talk more before doing this — but between Yoongi seeing right through him and Jeongguk hearing their conversation it's like his brain is struggling to catch up with his mouth.

"Hyung is… nervous," Yoongi says when he realizes Seokjin isn't gonna answer.

"Why?" Jeongguk asks, still frowning. "Afraid he won’t be able to perform well in his old age?"

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "I can perform just fine!" 

He knows what Jeongguk is doing, trying to get a rise out of him so Seokjin will tell him what's up. Yoongi is still sitting beside him on the bed, his fingers still caressing the hair at Seokjin's nape, his warmth familiar and comforting.

Jeongguk hesitates before taking a step forward into the room and then another until he's in front of them, kneeling on the floor. 

"Why are you nervous, hyung?" He asks, his hands clutching the fabric of Seokjin's sweatpants. "It's just me."

"That's the problem," Seokjin hears himself saying. "It's you."

"Oh," Jeongguk says, his voice small and fragile. He lets go of Seokjin's pants. "And— You don't want me?"

Seokjin blinks and can't help but start laughing. That's probably the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"Ah, Jeonggukie…," he says. "It's not that at all."

"We both want you," Yoongi says beside him. "Don't doubt that."

Jeongguk's mouth pinches up in a pout and he says, "Aish, what was I supposed to think after Seokjin-hyung says I'm the problem?"

This is a mess. The exact mess Seokjin was afraid of when the day started. Hasn’t he been perfectly clear about his feelings towards Jeongguk with Yoongi, and now Jeongguk is hurt and thinks he doesn't want him when that's the opposite of what's going on.

And now he needs to fix it since this is all his fault in the first place. 

He takes Jeongguk's hand in his and looks into his eyes. "Jeongguk, listen to me. I'm nervous not because I don't want you but because maybe I want you too much, okay?" Jeongguk blinks, looking surprised and confused, but Seokjin continues before he can speak, "And I should really talk about it with Yoongi and, God, probably with you again since when we set up a threesome you didn't exactly sign up to have sex with someone who's married but also has, like, feelings for you—"

"Hey," Yoongi says, his hand moving up and down his back, "it's okay, hyung."

Jeongguk looks shocked kneeling in front of him but at least he hasn't removed his hand away and he doesn't look angry or disgusted. Not yet, at least. Yoongi is still holding him so he's probably not too upset that he confessed the whole thing to Jeongguk like that even if that was not the best thing to do.

"I—" Jeongguk breathes. "Hyung."

"So yeah," Seokjin continues. "That's why we should cancel."

"You know, I really wasn't expecting you to come out and say everything like that," Yoongi says. "But since we're telling Jeongguk how we feel, I should say I feel the same way. So now you have to ask yourself if you wanna have a threesome with two married men who have feelings for you, Koo."

Wait. "What?"

They're sitting so close together Seokjin can see a faint blush spreading across Yoongi's cheek. "I was going to tell you that, hyung, but then Jeonggukie appeared so… Yeah. Please don't feel guilty. I'm right there with you."

Seokjin just sits there with a shocked look on his face as Yoongi tries to reassure him and Jeongguk starts giggling. "Well, that's great because I'm actually in love with both of you. I thought I was being pretty obvious."

Yoongi hums. "A little bit."

Jeongguk blushes prettily. "I… don't know if I should apologize for that."

Yoongi laughs. He reaches out and holds one of Jeongguk’s hands. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"Hold on," Seokjin says when he finally feels like he has control of his voice again. "So, I'm in love with both of you and you're both in love with me and each other?" He pauses. "Are you guys pranking me? Because if this is a joke, that's really mea—Yoongi-yah, stop laughing!"

Jeongguk and Yoongi both dissolve into laughter, but not the cruel kind at all. Jeongguk's nose is scrunched up while Yoongi's gums are showing, their whole faces lightened up. Seokjin's heart squeezes in his chest.

"God, this is a mess," Seokjin continues. "And probably the least sexy way to set up a threesome."

Yoongi snorts and Jeongguk giggles. He's still kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"So, now that that's out of the way…" Jeongguk arches his eyebrow and looks between him and Yoongi. 

"I dunno about that, I feel like there's still something very much in the way."

"Hyung," Yoongi calls. "We can still call it off. Feelings being involved doesn't change the fact that you can back away from this whenever you want."

Jeongguk nods along to his words. Seokjin knows all this but he appreciates the reminder and the support from both of them. "I know. And that also applies to both of you."

Yoongi nods. "Yeah, of course." He turns to look at Jeongguk. "We don't do anything if one of us doesn't want it."

Jeongguk bites his lip, looking shy suddenly. "What if I still very much want to do it?" He asks quietly.

Yoongi's eyes turn soft and then he's looking at Seokjin. "Hyung?"

"I—" Seokjin swallows. "I mean, what about you?"

"I'm good to continue, too," Yoongi says.

"Right," Seokjin says. 

He looks down at his lap and thinks for a moment, Jeongguk and Yoongi waiting for whatever he has to say. Does the fact that they love each other change anything? Well, if he's being honest, it does change a lot, but not the fact that he wants both of them right now.

He takes a deep breath before saying, "I want this too."

He hears Jeongguk breathe sharply and Yoongi saying, "Jeonggukie, do you wanna kiss hyung?"

Seokjin looks up at Jeongguk, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Can I?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Oh, Ongguh-ah, you can do anything you want to me." When Jeongguk's gaze darkens he realizes what he just said. "Oh. Oh, no."

"Well, now you've given him too much power." Yoongi laughs.

"Can I take it back?"

"Nope." Jeongguk leans over, one hand touching Seokjin's thigh. He spreads his legs so Jeongguk can fit between them. "Now I know I can do whatever I want to you."

A shiver runs down Seokjin's spine. Jeongguk is so close, he can feel him breathing against his skin. "Jeongguk…"

"Gonna kiss you now, hyung." And then Jeongguk's lips are on his, soft and warm. Seokjin moans into the kiss, overwhelmed, and Jeongguk's hand finds his hair.

Kissing Jeongguk is like setting Seokjin’s whole body on fire. He’s shocked that it’s happening at all but also that it took them so long to get here. He pulls Jeongguk in by the front of his shirt and licks against the seam of his mouth.

Jeongguk deepens the kiss, tongue hot and wet against Seokjin’s. He thinks he could stay like this for hours, exploring Jeongguk’s mouth until they’re panting and lost to the world. He sucks on Jeongguk’s bottom lip until he’s whining and squirming between his thighs.

He pulls back soon to breathe and turns to look at Yoongi as Jeongguk starts planting sloppy kisses on his neck. Yoongi's eyes are dark and lidded and his mouth is open as he focuses on what Jeongguk is doing.

"Baby," Seokjin says. Both Yoongi and Jeongguk hum. He's delighted. "Yoongi-yah, why don't you kiss Jeonggukie a little too?"

Yoongi nods as Jeongguk separates from his neck with a final peck. He gets out from between Seokjin's legs so he can move closer to Yoongi and stretches up, asking for a kiss.

"Why are you still kneeling?" Yoongi laughs. "Get on the bed."

"It's fine," Jeongguk says. They lean over until they're almost touching. "Why get on the bed if I'm gonna end up down here soon?"

If Yoongi was going to reply, Jeongguk doesn't let him, kissing Yoongi with the same need he kissed Seokjin. Yoongi whines, his hands reaching out to cling to Jeongguk’s shoulders.

"Oh, you're planning on ending up down here already?" Seokjin asks, touching both of their backs. 

Their plans for tonight didn’t get too specific, because Jeongguk and Yoongi liked being a little spontaneous and doing what the mood called for. This is the first time Seokjin is hearing about what Jeongguk wants to do and he's more than on board with it. He'll even get pillows for his knees if he has to.

He's not really expecting Jeongguk to reply but suddenly he's breaking the kiss and looking between both of them, saying, "Wanna eat out Yoongi-hyung." His eyes are wide and bright, his mouth wet and swollen. "Please?"

Seokjin gulps. "Yoongi?"

"Yeah," Yoongi sighs. "Fuck, yeah, baby, we can do that."

They rearrange themselves, Yoongi turning around and bending over the foot of the bed in front of Jeongguk. He tried to take off his sweater but both Seokjin and Jeongguk told him to keep it on. Never doubt the fact that they share one brain cell.

So Seokjin watches as Yoongi lies there and Jeongguk kneads the skin of his thighs, just below the edge of his boxers — of course he’s not wearing anything else. Yoongi's legs look so pale and supple in Jeongguk's hands, bruising easily as he squeezes and rakes his nails down.

Soon, Yoongi starts sounding affected, small moans and gasps leaving his lips. Seokjin reaches out and caresses the back of his neck, the arch of his ear, as if to say, " I'm here, it's okay. "

Jeongguk teases him like that until Yoongi is pushing his ass up and wiggling a little bit, silently asking for more. Jeongguk giggles but complies, reaching up and pulling his underwear down and off. Once Yoongi is naked from the waist down, Jeongguk leans down and plants a kiss on both of his cheeks.

"Good, Yoongi-hyung?"

"Mhm," Yoongi murmurs. If Seokjin was the one asking that, he'd be getting a snarky reply, something like, " Would feel better if you stopped teasing me. " But this is Jeongguk, the person Yoongi has the biggest soft spot for.

Jeongguk kisses and sucks and nips at Yoongi’s cheeks now, leaving them a faint shade of pink. As he gets closer to his hole, Yoongi starts gripping the sheets tightly, rutting his hips down against the bed, hiding his face on the mattress. Seokjin just wants to move his head up so they can hear him better.

When Jeongguk is satisfied with how worked up Yoongi is, he grabs both of his cheeks and spreads him open. From his position, Seokjin can see everything: Yoongi’s pink hole clenching, Jeongguk spitting on it, forcing his rim open with his thumb.

"Please," Yoongi begs, his voice high and needy. "Jeongguk-ah…"

"Yeah…" Jeongguk sighs. 

Seokjin threads his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, the need to comfort him deep in his chest even if he wants Yoongi and Jeongguk to have this moment.

Finally, Jeongguk leans down and licks a fat stripe over Yoongi’s hole. Yoongi groans and rolls his hips down, desperate for more. Jeongguk gives it to him, circling his tongue over and over, alternating between hard and long licks and small, unpredictable kisses.

Seokjin has been affected ever since they started kissing, but by now his cock is hard and heavy as he watches Jeongguk take Yoongi apart with his mouth. He can't take his eyes away, can't stop noticing everything about them, how Jeongguk's eyes are half-lidded, how there's drool dripping down his chin, how Yoongi is almost sobbing into the bed, his hole wet and loose.

Since Jeongguk is a menace, he doesn't give Yoongi a moment to breathe, just moves his arms underneath him, spreading his legs easily. Like this he can easily pull Yoongi towards him while spreading his cheeks, sucking on Yoongi's hole non-stop.

"Please, please," Yoongi moans. "Fuck me, ah—yeah, like that."

Jeongguk seems to realize what Yoongi's begging for and starts fucking him open with his tongue. It's so easy like this, Yoongi is so pliant and wet that Jeonguk's tongue slides in and out with no resistance. Seokjin even notices his bunny teeth nipping at Yoongi's rim.

Seokjin knows Yoongi can come like this, has come like this with him many times, and he seems to be getting close. He doesn't know if Yoongi wants to come already or wait, but as if Yoongi’s reading Seokjin’s mind he starts sobbing, "Please, let me come. Let me come. Just like this, please—"

Seokjin looks down at Jeongguk and finds him looking back at him. They don't say anything to each other but Jeongguk lets go of one of Yoongi's legs so he can thumb at his hole at the same time as he starts licking and sucking harder.

Yoongi is shaking all over, clearly trying to stay still but not being able to. Jeongguk uses his fingers to massage the space under his balls at the same time as he pushes his thumb inside and that's all it takes to get Yoongi coming all over the sheets, a few desperate "Fuck, fuck, fuck" leaving his lips.

Seokjin is so hard, his cock throbs painfully inside his pants, but he doesn't wanna touch himself yet. Jeongguk kisses Yoongi's hole one last time, making him squirm. He makes his way up Yoongi's spine kissing and licking at his smooth skin, and then moves away with one last peck to his temple.

"Ah, Koo," Yoongi whispers. "So good, baby."

Jeongguk giggles, his chin wet and his mouth pink, and mentions going to the bathroom to wash his mouth. 

Seokjin pulls Yoongi closer now that he can, tilts his chin up so their lips can meet in a slow kiss. "Guess you enjoyed that, huh?"

"Fuck," Yoongi curses. "Yeah, it was… intense." He looks at Seokjin intently and cradles his cheek in his hand. "Are you okay?"

Seokjin turns his head and kisses his palm. "Shouldn’t I be asking you that?"

Yoongi traces his lower lip with his thumb. "Why would you ask me that? Don't I look fucked out enough?"

Seokjin snorts. "Yeah, you definitely look like a boiled dumpling."

Yoongi smiles, small and content. "I'm fine. You?"

"Great. Well," he shifts a little and grinds against Yoongi's side, his cock still hard. "I might have a small case of blue balls but besides that I'm great."

"I'd tell you to get off like this but I don't think that's what you want."

Seokjin pulls Yoongi into another kiss. "Ah, baby, I always want to get off while rutting against you."

Yoongi makes an unamused sound but before he can reply, Seokjin is pushing him back into the bed and licking inside his mouth.

That's how Jeongguk finds them when he comes back, Seokjin kissing Yoongi with a certain desperation, his clothed hips rocking against Yoongi's bare ones. Yoongi whining and whimpering from the overstimulation on his cock but not pushing Seokjin away.

It's a little embarrassing that Seokjin only realizes they're being watched when he hears Jeongguk moaning from the foot of the bed. Seokjin and Yoongi both turn to look at him and see Jeongguk staring at them, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

"I think Jeonggukie likes watching us, hyung," Yoongi says.

Jeongguk shrugs. "You two look good together." He licks his lip. "I've always liked watching you…"

Seokjin can feel his cheeks heating up. He and Yoongi were never very public with their affections — both out of necessity and because of their reserved personalities —, but there's always been some level of intimacy between them no matter what they do. For some reason, the thought of Jeongguk enjoying watching them being that close makes his skin burn.

"It's like," Jeongguk continues, "you look so comfortable around each other, like you were made for each other…" He looks away, his voice getting lower. "Soulmates, right?"

"Baby," Seokjin starts. Yoongi moves closer to him on the bed.

"I'm not jealous," Jeongguk says. "This is not what this is about. I love that you love each other, I love that we all love each other. It's just…"

Yoongi reaches out for his hand. "It's like a longing, right? You're not jealous but you want ."

"Yeah," Jeongguk exhales. "I want you both so much."

"Mm, you can have us." Yoongi pulls him into the bed by the hand. "We're right here."

"We want you so much, too," Seokjin says, reaching for Jeongguk. "I thought that has already been already established." He smiles.

"I know, I just…" Seokjin entwines their fingers while Yoongi kisses his bare shoulder. "Was thinking about how I've thought about this for so long and now it's really happening."

"Yeah, eating out Yoongi's ass does give you a reality check." Yoongi glares at him. "What? I'm right!"

Jeongguk laughs at them and it makes Seokjin relax a little. If Jeongguk is laughing he's not that upset.

"Come here, baby," Seokjin says to Jeongguk. He comes easily, their lips meeting over and over. When they pull apart, Seokjin asks, "So, do you wanna keep going?"

"Yeah," Jeongguk says, looking a little dazed. "Yes."

Seokjin kisses him again, then moves down his jaw to suck on his neck. His eyes meet Yoongi's as he whispers against Jeongguk's ear. "How do you feel about fucking hyung, hm?"

Jeongguk whimpers and nods frantically above him. "Please."

"You have to give him more details, hyung," Yoongi says as he watches them, his eyes dark and intense. "Explain what you want him to do to you."

Seokjin licks his lips, his skin burning both from shame and arousal. Jeongguk makes a noise of agreement, mumbling, "You have to tell me, hyung. Let me make you feel good."

He nods, noses and kisses Jeongguk’s jaw again. "Jeonggukie, you’ve been working out a lot lately, right?"

"Yeah, why— oh."

"Do you think you can fuck me standing up against the wall?" Seokjin says against his neck, definitely not hiding.

Jeongguk sucks in a breath and puffs out his chest. "I can." 

Yoongi’s still looking at them, his tongue visible through his open lips.

"Yoongi wants to watch us from the bed," Seokjin tells him. "Is that okay?"

"Fuck, yeah, please." Jeongguk pulls him up into another kiss, this one hard and deep, making Seokjin’s toes curl and his cock throb neglected in his pants.

Seokjin pulls away but Jeongguk doesn’t let him go too far and moves to suck a hickey on his neck. "I have to prep then," he gasps.

"Mhm," Jeongguk hums against his skin.

Seokjin laughs and pushes Jeongguk away. "If you don’t stop I’ll end up getting off rutting against your side, is that what you want?"

"Well, it’s not like I don’t want it," Jeongguk pouts.

Seokjin kisses him one last time. "Maybe next time then."

Jeongguk smiles, his nose scrunching cutely.

They arrange themselves on the bed again, Seokjin taking off his shirt and sitting against the pillows with Yoongi between his legs — still only wearing his sweater — and Jeongguk behind him — completely dressed, his frame much bigger than Yoongi's.

"Want me to prep you, sweetheart?" Yoongi asks.

Yoongi doesn't use pet names often at all. Neither does Seokjin, to be honest, but he still calls Yoongi cute things sometimes, like baby or darling or honey boy. The first time Yoongi called him "sweetheart" during one of their first dates, Seokjin thought he was hearing things. Maybe projecting too hard. And then when he realized that wasn't the case, from the way Yoongi's cheeks became a nice shade of pink, he choked so hard Yoongi stopped being embarrassed and started being worried he was gonna die.

So it's not common but maybe Seokjin should be used to it by now. Except it still makes his heart rush inside his chest every single time.

Seokjin nods. "Yes, please."

Jeongguk watches from behind Yoongi as he wastes no time taking off Seokjin's pants and underwear, pushing a pillow underneath his hips. Seokjin is still hard and leaking, his cock lying red and swollen on his stomach.

"Wow," Jeongguk says, his eyes wide and unblinking, looking directly at his dick. 

Yoongi smirks. "Hyung's so big, isn't he, Jeonggukie?"

Seokjin whines and tries to close his legs but Jeongguk pushes them apart again. "Don't hide, hyung. We wanna see your big cock."

"Yah, can't you just get on with it?" Seokjin huffs.

"Be patient," Yoongi tells him, reaching for the lube on the bedside table. "I know you like it when I take my time."

Seokjin blushes and swallows dry. He watches as Yoongi coats his fingers with lube and feels his cock twitch.

"What else does Jin-hyung like?" Jeongguk asks, hooking his chin over Yoongi's shoulder to get a better view of what he's doing. 

Yoongi hums, thoughtful. "He likes my hands." Yoongi teases his fingertips against Seokjin's entrance as he says it. Seokjin gasps, fingers gripping the sheets hard.

"They're good hands," Jeongguk says, his voice distant and eyes focusing on Seokjin's hole taking Yoongi's finger to the first knuckle.

They're great hands, if you ask Seokjin. His fingers are long and thick and his palm is wide and soft, perfect for holding and for fingering.

Seokjin tries to keep still as Yoongi starts fucking him with one finger. They do this often — usually hurrying up before a schedule or lazily in the morning after they just wake up — so it doesn't hurt much, and with all the lube Yoongi used his finger slides in and out easily enough. They feel so good against his walls he almost asks him to let him come like this.

"More," Seokjin says soon enough. "I can take it."

Yoongi smirks. "Oh, I know that," he says but does as Seokjin asked, pushing another finger against his rim.

It burns a little this time and Seokjin feels himself tightening around Yoongi’s fingers but soon he's relaxing and telling Yoongi to keep moving.

"You're so demanding when you're taking it up the ass," Yoongi teases. His fingers start moving faster, the stretch sending sparks of pleasure all over Seokjin’s body.

"As if you aren't worse," Seokjin manages to say. He rolls his hips down, giving up on staying still and trying to fuck himself down on Yoongi's fingers. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Yoongi says and angles his fingers just right, the tips brushing against Seokjin's prostate.

"Fuck, ah—" Seokjin whimpers. "Yes, you do."

"Hyungs," Jeongguk interrupts him. Seokjin finally notices he started rutting against Yoongi's back at some point. "Less bickering, more fingering."

Yoongi looks like he's trying not to laugh. Seokjin needs to distract himself from the way Yoongi's fingers are moving inside him, filling him perfectly and bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm so he argues, "Ah, JK, who's bickering here?!"

"He's right, hyung," Yoongi says. He pulls out his fingers — Seokjin can admit he almost starts crying from the loss —, applies more lube to them and pushes three against his rim. "And I know you're close."

Of course Yoongi knows that, knows Seokjin like the back of his hand. How he shakes every time Yoongi rubs his prostate, or how he gets louder when he’s close, just like how Seokjin knows Yoongi likes it when Seokjin keeps fucking him even after he comes, likes it when he starts tearing up from the overstimulation.

Seokjin wonders how long until they know Jeongguk like that.

Yoongi spreads his fingers, the stretch almost too much, making Seokjin whimper. Yoongi leans down and kisses his hip bone lightly. "Sorry."

Seokjin shakes his head. "It's good, feels good, Yoongi-yah."

Yoongi kisses his hips again and then sits back against Jeongguk again. His wrist starts moving faster now, opening him up for Jeongguk's cock, making Seokjin arch his back and moan loudly at the ceiling.

"Fuck," Jeongguk curses. "Jin-hyung, you're so beautiful. Taking Yoongi-hyung's fingers so well."

Seokjin hears Yoongi groaning lightly, and when he looks back at them Jeongguk is grinding against Yoongi’s back with intent now.

"Hey," Seokjin calls, "No coming yet. I'm holding out for you, you're not coming in your pants while rutting against Yoongi."

Jeongguk moans, needy and offended, while Yoongi says, "He can do that if he wants."

Jeongguk starts complaining that Yoongi can't just say that and expect him to not do anything about it and Seokjin decides he's stretched enough and they should move on if he wants Jeongguk to fuck him any time soon.

"I'm ready," he says. "C'mon, JK, let's get you in me."

Jeongguk's eyes widen and he nods frantically. Yoongi laughs fondly at his enthusiasm and pulls his fingers out of Seokjin. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yeah." He sits up and kisses Yoongi deeply. "You?"

Yoongi hums. He hands a condom to Seokjin. "I'm just gonna sit here and enjoy the show."

Seokjin kisses him one final time, murmuring "I love you" against his lips, and then lets Jeongguk pull him up.

"Are you sure about this, hyung?" Jeongguk asks as they walk towards the wall opposite the bed.

"Why? You don't think you can hold me up?" He teases.

Jeongguk scoffs and crowds him against the wall. "Please, I can fuck you while standing for hours."

Seokjin winces and laughs, rolling the condom down Jeongguk’s lenght. "Please don't."

Jeongguk snorts but pulls him by the neck into a kiss. Seokjin melts into it, pressing his chest against Jeongguk's strong one.  He slides his hands up Jeongguk’s back, feeling the muscles shift. His shoulders are almost as broad as Seokjin’s now.

"You really like my muscles, huh, hyung?" Jeongguk moves to kiss his jaw and the side of his neck.

"Yeah," Seokjin sighs, moves to give him more access. "I do. Love how easily you can manhandle me."

Jeongguk sucks a bruise on his neck. "Yeah?"

Yoongi is looking at them as he kneels on the bed, Seokjin can see over Jeongguk's shoulders. He can hear everything.

"Yeah, c'mon." He squirms and starts pushing Jeongguk's shirt up. "I feel so empty, Jeonggukie, won't you help hyung?"

Jeongguk moans and pulls his shirt off, making Seokjin giggle. Next, he shoves his pants down — no underwear, which is not surprising — and tosses them somewhere close to the bed. He grabs Seokjin under the thighs. "Hold on, hyung."

Seokjin circles Jeongguk's neck with his arms and is lifted up, his legs going around Jeongguk's middle. Once he's secured in place Jeongguk leans forward and kisses him hard again, his tongue licking into his mouth hot and insistent.

Seokjin has to be the one to reach for Jeongguk's cock and line himself up. When the head catches on his hole, Jeongguk asks against his mouth, "Ready?"

Seokjin doesn't answer, just lets gravity do the work and get Jeongguk's cock inside him in a single, smooth slide. Both of them moan when he's all the way in, so deep Seokjin thinks there might be a bulge in his stomach. "So deep, ah—" 

Jeongguk kisses his cheek. "Too much? I can put you on the bed—"

"Don't you dare," Seokjin rushes to say, tightening his legs around him and pulling him even closer, his cock going deeper. He whimpers. "I'm fine, just give me a second."

Jeongguk stills his hips but keeps kissing his face, the side of his neck, the curve of his shoulders. From the bed, Yoongi watches them, with his mouth slightly open and his fingers curling on the edge of his sweater. 

"Okay," Seokjin says when he's used to the stretch. "You can move now, baby."

Jeongguk does, pulling back slowly until just the head is inside and then fucking him hard and fast. Seokjin tries not to moan too loud but he can’t help the whimpers coming out of his mouth every time Jeongguk bottoms out.

Since Jeongguk is holding him up by his thighs he can reach up and touch his entrance, where his dick is fucking in and out, and tug on his rim to open him up more.

"Ah, fuck." Seokjin clenches around Jeongguk, the hot feeling at his navel growing.

He looks over at Yoongi again who’s touching himself now, his dick hard again, the shiny head peeking through his fingers. 

He’s looking directly at Seokjin too, their eyes meeting as Jeongguk’s thrusts get faster, his cock brushing over his prostate from time to time. It feels almost like a dream, like this can’t actually be happening. His husband watching as he gets fucked against the wall by their best friend, who they’re both also in love with. 

Yoongi keeps looking at him as Jeongguk moves, keeps watching as Seokjin quickly loses control. He can't keep his sounds in anymore, moans and whimpers leaving his lips. For Jeongguk who's still holding him up, for Yoongi who won't let his eyes stray from him.

"Hyung, are you close?" He hears Jeongguk asking him. He tries to nod but ends up letting his head fall against the wall behind him, his tongue too heavy in his mouth.

"He's close," Yoongi answers for him. "You're fucking him so well, Jeonggukie, he can't even speak."

Seokjin moans. For some reason having Yoongi speak for him when he's barely cohesive makes his cock throb, the head leaking non-stop now where it's pressed between his and Jeongguk's stomachs.

"Gonna come for me, hyung?" Jeongguk asks against his mouth. "Can you come untouched?"

Instead of trying to answer, he looks at Yoongi again. As if sensing what Seokjin wants from him, he says, "Yeah, he can."

Jeongguk leans forward and kisses him, hard and deep, while also increasing his pace, doing his best to get an orgasm out of him. Seokjin gasps, his fingers digging into Jeongguk's shoulders and his legs tightening around him.

It feels so good, the way Jeongguk's cock drags in and out of him, going deeper and deeper, brushing against his prostate every time. He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels Jeongguk kissing his tears away and whispering to him, "It's okay, hyung, I'm right here, you can let go."

When he comes he makes sure he's looking at Yoongi and holding Jeongguk as tight as possible. His hole spams around Jeongguk and then he's coming and coming between them, painting their stomachs white.

He feels boneless and sated, like all the muscles in his body turned into jelly. He probably would've collapsed if it weren't for Jeongguk holding him up.

After he calms down a bit, Jeongguk tells him, "Gonna move us to the bed, okay?"

Seokjin hums and tucks his face against his neck, kissing him softly.

Jeongguk carries him back to the bed and lowers him down into the mattress. Seokjin reaches for Yoongi as soon as possible and Yoongi leans down to kiss him, sweet and easy.

"So, is Jeongguk's dick good?" Yoongi smirks.

"God, you have no idea."

They turn to look at Jeongguk and he's standing by the bed, looking both proud and embarrassed. His dick is as hard as ever, red and dripping wet from all the lube and precome. 

"Come here," Seokjin says. "Let hyung do it."

Jeongguk whines but gets closer. Seokjin lies on his back and lifts his legs. Jeongguk tries to tell him he doesn't need to fuck him again so soon when he's still too sensitive but Seokjin just shushes him and reaches for his dick, pulling the condom off.

"Just let him do whatever he wants," Yoongi says as he lies down next to him.

Instead of guiding Jeongguk's dick to his entrance, Seokjin lets it rest between his thighs and then presses them together.

"Good?" 

Jeongguk moans as he fucks Seokjin's thighs, high and desperate. "Yeah, hyung, so good—"

Seokjin and Yoongi giggle. "Do you need more lube, baby?" Yoongi asks.

"No, this is good," Jeongguk says. "It feels good…"

Seokjin lets Jeongguk do what he wants, keeping his legs tight together and steady, watching as the head of his cock appears and disappears between his tights. Jeongguk is leaking so much he's spreading his precome all over Seokjin. 

Yoongi whimpers beside him and that's when Seokjin realizes he's still hard. Without asking, he reaches over and closes his hand around him the way he knows Yoongi likes. Yoongi moans and bucks up into his fist, eagerly fucking his hand.

"Ah, hyungs," Jeongguk says, "Wish I had two dicks to fuck you both at the same time."

Seokjin shivers. "Next time I can sit on your face while Yoongi sits on your dick. How about that?"

Jeongguk groans and closes his eyes, his pace sloppy and desperate.

"You might not have two dicks to fuck us with," Yoongi says, "but we do have two dick to fuck you."

Jeongguk's eyes snap open, wide and eager. "Oh…"

"Baby likes that?" Seokjin teases. "Wants his two hyungs inside him, stretching him wide?"

He's close, Seokjin can see it in his pace and the way he's trembling.

"Hyung, I—"

"Or maybe I can fuck your mouth while Jin-hyung fucks you with his big cock."

Jeongguk comes across his stomach and Seokjin tries to press his thighs even closer together, milking his orgasm for as much as he can. Jeongguk moans weakly and throws his head back, his neck glistening with sweat in the low light.

"There we go," Seokjin says. "I think he liked that idea, Yoongi-yah."

Jeongguk falls forward over Seokjin, smearing his come all over his already dirty chest, making Seokjin complain and try to shove him off.

"I’m dead," Jeongguk says, muffled against his neck. "You guys killed me."

Yoongi whines again and curls his hand around Seokjin’s, trying to get him to start jerking him off again. "Please, I’m so close."

Seokjin starts moving his hand again, his strokes hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to make Yoongi come. Jeongguk turns towards him just in time to watch Yoongi release into Seokjin’s hand. He keeps thumbing at Yoongi’s slit until he’s whimpering and jerking away.

The three of them lie there catching their breath for a while until Jeongguk starts feeling to heavy on top of Seokjin and Yoongi says he needs to pee. Jeongguk goes with him to the bathroom to throw the condom in the garbage and get something to clean Seokjin with.

He feels pleasantly sore and tired. His heart is still beating rapidly on his chest and whenever he remembers Jeongguk loves him and Yoongi he can’t help the smile dancing on his lips. They’ll need to talk more about their new relationship, but for now Seokjin just wants to cuddle and a nap.

Jeongguk comes back soon enough and starts wiping the come off his skin with a damp cloth. He’s gentle and through with it, and Seokjin kisses him on the lips once he’s done, whispering a small, "Thank you, Koo."

When Yoongi comes back, now without his sweater on, Jeongguk is already making his way under the covers and pulling Seokjin with him. "Let’s nap and then we can eat," he says.

Yoongi hums and gets on the other side of the bed, sandwiching Jeongguk in the middle. Him and Seokjin settle on top of Jeongguk’s chest, their naked bodies touching from head to toe.

"You know," Yoongi says, already sounding sleepy, "hyung should thank me for setting this up. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t be here right now."

Jeongguk giggles. "Yes, he should."

"Yoongi-yah, thank you so much," Seokjin says, "you really are a genius, setting up threesomes is really one of your many talents."

"Yah," Yoongi blushes."You can thank me properly by sucking me off later, then."

Jeongguk is full on laughing now, his nose scrunched up and his bunny teeth showing. "Is this all you guys do during our breaks? Fuck all day?"

"Yes," Seokjin and Yoongi say in unison.

"Mh, I could get used to that."

"Oh, isn’t someone full of himself?" Seokjin asks.

"Well, you did say I could do anything I wanted to you."

"I already took it back, you can’t threaten me with that anymore."

"Please, stop talking," Yoongi begs, "It’s nap time."

They shut up after that finally, Seokjin kissing Jeongguk’s cheek and receiving a forehead kiss — that Jeongguk also placed on top of Yoongi’s head — before settling down properly to sleep.

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