Play Pretend

by beanguni

Summary:

“I… how could I know if San and Wooyoung feel something towards me?” Yeosang asked, driven by the smallest, dullest spark of hope.

“Make them jealous, for one,” Hongjoong said. “Let them see marks on your body, let them know you’re involved with someone else and see how they react.”

Notes:

this story is filthy. and i'm not sorry about it.

thank you always to my beta for her help and also special shoutout to mandi whose kinks inspired great part of this fic. i love you both.

Chapter 1: Wanted

Yeosang kept nodding to show he was listening because what else was he supposed to do? Say he wanted Wooyoung – his best friend since high school – to stop telling him about his last bedroom adventure with his boyfriend because he was jealous? 

Yeosang couldn’t do that. 

To be fair, Yeosang wasn’t jealous of San. Yeosang loved Wooyoung’s boyfriend and he was getting closer and closer to him with each passing day… Yeosang was actually jealous of the third party they had brought to spend the night with them once again. 

Yeosang didn’t want anyone touching Wooyoung or San… He wanted to be the one doing that. 

He wanted to kiss each one of Wooyoung’s birthmarks and hold San’s small waist, to spend hours touching and knowing each other – but telling them about any of that was out of the question. Yeosang knew how sensitive Wooyoung was and was terrified of doing anything to jeopardize their friendship - or his and San’s, for that matter.

So Yeosang just nodded, encouraging his best friend to go on even if it fed the green envy making home on his chest.

“And you know San doesn’t give up control to a guest often, but the guy put him right back to his place,” Wooyoung said, smirk stretching his lips. “I love seeing Sannie like that. Obeying, putting his head down, he looks so fucking hot. So after he left I took charge and told San to ride me.” 

Yeosang arched a brow in surprise. “You topped San?” 

“Not only did I top him but I also bossed him around. Can you believe that? We hadn’t done that in like six months! It was so much fun, so now we’re experimenting with stuff like that and I’m finding out a whole lot about myself.”

Yeosang swallowed at the mental image of San on top of Wooyoung, obeying his commands. “That’s great, Youngie. That’s why you started bringing in people in the first place, to experiment. It means it’s working.”

Wooyoung sighed dreamily. “Yeah, it really is.” 

“Take a break from now. Just explore things with San for a bit.” Don’t invite more people to do what I can’t and then torture me by telling every little detail. 

“That’s the plan,” Wooyoung said, thankfully. “I’m just gonna enjoy Sannie.” 

Yeosang offered a small smile and checked his phone again, seeing his work friend had finally answered his text. 

“I think I’m gonna go.” 

“Already?” Wooyoung asked, that pout Yeosang found irresistible on his lips. “Where?” 

“Yunho’s place, he invited me over for a few drinks.” Actually, Yeosang had begged Yunho to meet him so he had an excuse to leave, but he chose to leave the detail out.

Wooyoung’s face hardened. “The guy from work? Are you and him seeing each other? I thought you were only friends. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

If Yeosang didn’t know any better he would think Wooyoung was jealous of him… but he knew it wasn’t jealousy, Wooyoung was just looking out for him. “There is nothing to tell, Wooyoung. He invited me, said he and his roommate bought some booze and had a few friends over. I thought it would be nice for me to go, meet some new people.” 

Wooyoung hummed, face unsure. “Yunho.” The name twisted a little on his lips. “Show me a picture of him.” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes. He hated when Wooyoung got protective over him like a brother would. 

There wasn’t anything remotely brotherly about the way Yeosang felt about Wooyoung. 

When Yeosang realized Wooyoung wasn’t backing down he grabbed his phone and went into Yunho’s chat, clicking on his profile picture that, by coincidence, Yeosang had taken when they went to the fifth-floor cafe during their break. Yunho was sitting at the table, holding a cup of foamy cappuccino and taking a spoon of froth to his mouth. He looked as handsome as Yunho usually did with his wavy brown hair and enviable features.

Wooyoung’s eyes widened when he saw the picture. “This is Yunho?!”

The tone took Yeosang aback. “Yeah… why?” 

Wooyoung stood with his mouth agape, glancing between Yeosang and the screen a few more times before he checked himself. He stood straighter, giving the phone back to Yeosang. “Nothing. He looks… nice.” 

Yeosang smiled. “He is really nice, he always has my back when I’m overwhelmed and need a break at the office. Really amazing guy, I’m really glad we’re getting closer.”

Wooyoung hummed. “So you’re going over to his place. Where does he live?” 

Yeosang ignores the question and started gathering his things. “You can stop worrying, I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

Wooyoung seemed ready to argue, but Yeosang glared at him in a way that made his mouth clamp shut. “Stay safe,” Wooyoung said at last. 

“I will,” Yeosang said with a smile, leaning in to leave a kiss on top of Wooyoung’s head. 

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Bye, Youngie,” Yeosang said as he closed the door behind him, sending an on my way to Yunho and getting a text with his flat location back. 

As he was waiting to cross the street to catch the bus a car stopped, window rolling down. 

San smiled at him from the driver’s seat. 

“Going home? Hop in, I can drive you there.”

Yeosang shook his head, smiling back. “Going to a friend’s house actually.” 

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you there, it’s no problem.”

Yeosang knew the only thing more useless than arguing with Wooyoung was arguing with San, so he just rushed to the passenger’s seat of the car. 

“Thank you, Sannie.” 

San smiled, cute dimple marking his cheek. “That’s okay. What’s the address?” When Yeosang showed him Yunho’s text San nodded, knowing just the route to take. “You were at our place?” 

“Yeah. Youngie didn’t say I was coming over?” 

San shook his head. “No, I guess he forgot. You’re there so often, though, it doesn't make sense for him to tell me every time. You’re practically our roommate.” 

“I do come bearing gifts every time,” Yeosang joked. 

San squealed. “You brought me-” 

“Your favorite cookie from the bakery close to work, yes,” Yeosang interrupted, “I left it on the kitchen counter behind the coffee cups so Wooyoung wouldn’t find it before you.” 

San laughed, his whole face brightening up. He then reached and grabbed Yeosang’s thigh, squeezing it gently. “Thanks, Yeosangie.” 

San’s hand was already gone by the time he finished talking, but Yeosang’s heart still jumped to his throat. He swallowed back the crushing shame of being affected by his best friend's boyfriend's touch and murmured, “It’s no problem, really.” 

San went on making light conversation, telling Yeosang about his day at work and the annoying fellow teacher that made a rude comment about his tattoo, saying it was setting a bad example to the kids, to which San replied with a curse and a wide smile.

“Be careful or else you’re gonna get yourself fired,” Yeosang said, trying to not laugh at the colorful language San had used. 

“Please, she has no power to get me in trouble. Besides, the kids and their parents love me, she couldn’t get me fired if she tried.” 

Yeosang smiled at San’s confidence, that was one of the things he lo- liked most about him. 

Yeosang admired the way San could walk into a room and own it, have all the attention turned to him and handle it gracefully. San was the kind of person who could really get away with anything because everyone fell for his charms. 

San pulled over when they arrived, pointing at an apartment building so Yeosang knew where to go. 

“Do you have a way to go home?” San asked before Yeosang stepped out of the car.

“I don’t know, I can just get an Uber if it gets too late for the bus or if I’m drunk.” 

San grabbed Yeosang’s hand when he tried to leave. “Call me if you need me or Woo to pick you up, okay?” 

Yeosang glanced at his wrist, wrapped by San’s slender fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll get home safe.”

San smiled and caressed Yeosang’s wrist with his thumb before letting him go, waving goodbye.

Yeosang felt his wrist tingle up until he was facing Yunho’s door, knocking on it. When it swung open and he was face to face with Yunho’s wide smile Yeosang groaned. 

“I need a drink.”

Yunho huffed. “Hello to you too, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes, then stepped forward and gave Yunho a quick hug. “Is anyone here yet?” 

“Everyone’s here, come on, I’ll introduce you.” 

Yeosang walked into the room to see three other boys around their age sitting on the floor, drinking, eating and talking.

“This is Hongjoong, he’s my roommate,” Yunho said, pointing at the smallest of the three, who had a brown mullet and was wearing very fashionable (and arguably questionable) clothes. 

“Nice to meet you. Yeosang, isn’t it?”

Yeosang bowed his head politely. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you too.” 

“That’s Seonghwa, Joong’s boyfriend,” Yunho pointed to the one with sharp eyes who was draped over Hongjoong. When he looked at Yeosang, though, his face changed, eyes going round and soft as he waved hello. “And that’s Jongho, our friend.” The last one had cute round cheeks but looked the most tired of them all.

“Nice to meet you,” Yeosang said, feeling kind of shy with all those eyes on him. 

He knew the shyness would die down throughout the night, but the first moments with new people were always a haze of awkwardness and blushing to Yeosang.

Hongjoong seemed to notice. “Come sit with us. Do you drink soju? If you’re hungry there are some snacks, but we ordered chicken.”

At first, Yeosang was busy making himself comfortable with the new people, but the boys were just as nice and kind as Yunho, so it wasn’t all that hard. Yeosang asked about their work, Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s love story and hours passed with them drinking, laughing, and getting to know each other.

Yeosang only realized how late it was when Jongho fell asleep on the couch and he glanced at the time on his phone. 

“Shit, I missed the last bus,” Yeosang said, then added, “fuck it, I’ll get an Uber later.” 

Seonghwa frowned. “You’re drunk, Yeosang, we’re not letting you get into an Uber by yourself like that. Just sleep here, you can leave tomorrow morning.” 

At first, Yeosang was hesitant, but after much insisting and reassurance that it wouldn’t be a problem on Yunho and Hongjoong’s part, he accepted the offer. 

“Okay. But I’m not that drunk,” Yeosang said, narrowing his eyes. 

Yunho chuckled. “Okay, so I dare you to walk a straight line from one side of the living room to the other.” 

Yeosang huffed. “You’re on.” 

Yeosang found luck was on his side when he got up and only stumbled a little bit on his feet, but there was no way he would make a perfect line across the room, so he accepted defeat and the other’s teasing. 

Yeosang already felt comfortable with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, feeling he had made really good friends that night, so when they asked why he had arrived begging for a drink, Yeosang didn’t see any problem with telling them. 

“Okay, promise you won’t judge me. Promise.” Yeosang pointed a finger at their face, making both Seonghwa and Hongjoong laugh. “Okay, my heart is in a bit of a pickle right now. Actually, not my heart, my-” 

Yeosang couldn’t just say penis to his new friends, so he looked to Yunho for help, pouting.

Yunho laughed. “Yeosang has a crush on his best friend, but he has a boyfriend.” 

Yeosang gasped. “Hey, no! That’s not true! Don’t believe him!”

Yunho raised a brow, looking at Yeosang. “What was I supposed to say?” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes, then stared back at Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were laughing. “No, no, listen! Listen. You’re not listening! Okay. So. My best friend. Wooyoung. We are good friends, right? We’ve known each other since high school, we have this crazy connection. I love him a lot. As a friend! As a friend.” 

Yeosang didn’t get why the couple laughed, in his drunk mind he was making perfect sense. 

“Okay, so you’re in love with your best friend,” Seonghwa said. 

“No, sh! Sh! You’re not listening, hyung!” Yeosang turned to glare at Yunho, “You poisoned hyung’s mind.” 

Yunho laughed, throwing his head back, then pulled Yeosang into him as a form of apology. Yeosang accepted it because Yunho was big and comfortable and smelled like fresh mangoes. 

“Okay, so here is the deal,” Yeosang tried again. “Wooyoung and I trust each other with everything, there is no secret between us, so I know everything about his life. His work, his friends, his San-”

“Who’s San?” Hongjoong asked. 

“The boyfriend,” Yeosang said and watched their faces change. “No! No, no, don’t look like you’re pitying me. I’m not in love with Wooyoung. I adore Sannie, I really do, I support their relationship a lot.” 

“How long have they been together?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Coming up on two years, I think.” 

“Oh, so it’s serious.” 

Yeosang hummed in acknowledgment, missing the face Seonghwa made. “So the problem is Wooyoung tells me everything. Including details of the occasional night when they bring other people in for the night, you know, they’re flexible.” 

“Oh, Yeosang…” Hongjoong said and he looked like he was pitying him again. Yeosang sighed, they still didn’t get him.

“No, hyung, no. Listen.”

“So they sleep with other people sometimes- like, together, never apart. It’s a shared experience. And only sexual, nothing else.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice tried to tell him he was sharing too much about his friends’ personal lives, but another voice - who smelled strongly of soju - silenced it quickly, so he took a breath and was completely honest. 

“I feel like shit that they never invited me to join them. A stranger is fine, but me, who knows every detail about their lives and hangs out all the time, am not? That’s not fair.” 

There was a brief moment of silence, then Hongjoong asked, “You want… you want them to ask you to sleep with them?” 

“Yes!” Yeosang practically screamed, then slapped a hand over his mouth to avoid waking up Jongho. “I really want to, but they never did. I don’t think they see me that way, but that sucks. Wooyoung is so perfect and nice, his lips are so pretty. And Sannie had the nicest body and personality too, I’ve seen them kiss and… I just want that too.” 

“How do you feel about San?” Seonghwa’s question was hesitant, almost as if he was trying to piece together the story on his mind and needed more information. 

“I told you, hyung, he’s hot. Like really hot and super funny and amazing and perfect. San is perfect.” 

There was silence again.

“Oh my god, you like San too,” Hongjoong said.

Yeosang's inebriated mind accepted the fact, too tired to argue otherwise. “Can’t be helped, if you saw him you would understand. You can’t not love San, that’s just not possible. He always knows what to say when you’re sad and he gives the best hugs. And he’s hot,” he added at the end, not remembering if he’d said that before or not. 

When Yunho laughed beside him, Yeosang remembered he was there. “I didn’t expect that, honestly. I thought you liked Wooyoung. Exclusively.” 

“Not many people know, but I’m actually kind of a slut,” Yeosang mouthed the last word as if it was a dirty secret. “In theory, because I’ve never actually done anything about what I want.”

“Well, you really can’t judge a book by its cover, because I would never guess you’re into that from just looking at you.”

“What does that mean?” Yeosang asked with a frown, figuring if he should be offended or not.

“You seem so innocent at first glance, your face is angelic, pure. I would never in a million years say you’re sad over not being able to fuck your best friend and his boyfriend.” 

Yeosang then laughed. “I’m full of surprises, I guess.” 

They all laughed and Yeosang felt the rest of the tension he was holding leave his body, there wasn’t even the slightest bit of judgment in the other’s eyes, their words. He was glad he had finally gotten that out of his chest. 

“Have you ever considered just telling them?” Seonghwa asked. 

Yeosang frowned. “No, I can’t do that. It’s too risky, it could fuck everything up. What we have now is perfect, they both adore me and I adore them too.” 

“Perfect apart from the fact you’re frustrated and miserable.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Miserable is a strong word, I’m not miserable. I just wish it was different. I wish they saw me as more than their friend.” 

“How can you be so sure they don’t see you like that?” Yunho asked. 

Yeosang wrecked his brain in search of that answer. “I just am. I’ve known Wooyoung for years and he never tried anything with me and that was way before San came along.” 

“How can you be sure he didn’t make a move because he was just as scared as you were of fucking your friendship up?” 

Yeosang searched his brain once again before he shrugged. “Guess I can’t be sure. But now Sannie’s in the picture and Woo loves him to death, I wouldn’t dream of doing anything to break them apart. God, no. They were meant for each other, I could never do that.” 

“But maybe you could find a way to get your answer, Yeosang. That both San and Wooyoung see you just as a friend.” 

“Why does it matter, hyung? It’s not like it would change anything.” 

Seonghwa chuckled. “Yeosang, if they see you as you see them, it could change everything. They made it clear they are open-minded people, if they feel something toward you too there would be nothing in the way of you three finding a sort of relationship together.” 

The three of them in a relationship, together. The thought was so absurd it had never crossed Yeosang’s mind… but now he was sure it was never leaving it.

“I… how could I know if they feel something towards me?” Yeosang asked, driven by the smallest, dullest spark of hope.

“Make them jealous, for one,” Hongjoong said. “That’s the easiest way to tell. Let them see marks on your body, let them know you’re involved with someone else and see how they react. That would be a good place to start.”

“If you see any signs of jealousy, explore that. Talk about your own experiences, say what other guys do to you, make them want you,” Seonghwa said and Yeosang could see why he and Hongjoong were together. Their intensity on the subject was almost frightening. 

“That’s- crazy,” Yeosang said. “Do you guys think it could work?” 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa nodded. “Absolutely. From what you told us, I have no reason to think otherwise. Plus, you’ll never really know until you try, right?” 

That was an undeniable truth. Until Yeosang did something or blatantly asked Wooyoung and San if they felt anything towards him, he would never have a certain answer. 

He knew that doubt was something he couldn’t live with for much longer. 

Seonghwa and Hongjoong gave more tips on seduction - that ended up with Yunho and Yeosang with tears running down their faces from laughter - before they announced they were going to sleep. 

Yunho kindly offered Yeosang a change of clothes, pointing him to the bathroom. 

Yeosang already felt more sober but their plan still felt real and doable, not just a crazy haze from alcohol. As he washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror he laughed, thinking about the craziness of what he was considering. 

And even more crazy was the fact he was actually excited to test the theories out.

Once he was in clean clothes and with a fresh mouth he came back to Yunho’s room, intending to ask where he could sleep for the night. 

He knocked on the door softly and got in once Yunho allowed him to. He had also changed into something more comfortable and washed up, his face having turned a cute shade of pink from the steam. 

“I was wondering where it would be okay for me to sleep.” 

“The couch, I just have to wake Jongho up and move him here.” 

“Oh, no,” Yeosang said, shaking his head. “Let him sleep, he was exhausted from work. It’s fine.” 

Yunho hesitated. “So you’re okay with sleeping here with me?” 

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

Yunho smiled and sat on the bed, tapping on the space beside him so Yeosang would follow, which he did. 

“Thank you for today, I had a lot of fun,” Yeosang said, offering Yunho a smile. 

“Of course, it was really nice having you here. I can tell the guys loved you too, so you’ll have to come over more often.” 

Yeosang chuckled. “That won’t be a problem at all, I would love to get to know all of them better.” 

“We do this quite often, actually, just getting together to drink and talk.” 

“That’s my kind of party.” 

Yunho was about to reply when a ringtone interrupted him. Yeosang got up and searched for his phone, picking it up once he saw the caller. 

“Hey, Youngie.”

Yunho jumped from the bed like his ass had been bitten by a thousand ants and ran out of the room, dragging Seonghwa and Hongjoong back into it moments later. 

Yeosang put the call on speaker and let his new friends listen to it. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared more personal things that evening anyway.

“Hey, are you home? You didn’t answer San’s texts earlier so I thought I would call. Anyway, I was wondering if I left my blue sunglasses there, I can’t find them anywhere.” 

“They are at my flat, actually, I saw them yesterday.” 

A short pause. “Still not home?” 

“No. The guys were worried about me going home alone, so they told me just to sleep over.” 

“You’re sleeping over at Yunho’s house.” 

“Yeah, I’m catching a bus home tomorrow morning. It’s safer that way.” 

Another short pause. “Yes, of course. Are you having fun?” 

Yeosang chuckled. “Yeah, Youngie, everyone is very nice, I’m having a lot of fun.” 

“That’s great. Talk to you later?” 

“Sure, I can go over tomorrow for lunch.” 

“Yeah, that works.”

“Okay, great. Bye, Youngie.”

“Bye.”

As soon as the call was over Seonghwa and Hongjoong burst out laughing. “That was the stupidest excuse I’ve ever heard!” 

“What?” 

“He called you because he couldn’t find his sunglasses… at 2 am in the morning.” 

Yeosang just blinked, so Seonghwa laughed some more, coming forward to pinch Yeosang’s cheek. “He was checking if you were still here, Yeosang. Did you hear his voice when you told him you were sleeping over? He’s totally jealous of Yunho!” 

“What? No way, I told him before that Yunho and I just get along well and go out for coffee sometimes.”

Hongjoong laughed so hard that he leaned on his boyfriend. “He’s so oblivious! Yeosang, that’s more than enough. Babe, we found our way in!” he told Seonghwa. 

Yeosang frowned in confusion. “What?”

Yunho huffed, standing next to him. “They want you to use me to try to make them jealous.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened. “W-what? No, I couldn’t- that’s-” 

Yunho smiled, cutting him. “I would be fine with it.” 

“Really?” 

Yunho shrugged. “Why not?” 

Yeosang stared for another moment before huffing a laugh. “You’re a very strange group of friends.” 

“A genius group of friends!” Hongjoong corrected. “We should start working on our plan now we had this idea-” 

“Tomorrow,” Seonghwa whined, yawning. “Tomorrow morning. Now let’s go to bed.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa wished them both goodnight for the second time and left, snickering laughter on their way.

“You’re so weird, all of you,” Yeosang said as Yunho walked back to his bed, throwing himself on it. 

“We were not the ones that completely missed the fact our best friend has a huge crush on us, so I wouldn’t say we’re that bad.” 

Yeosang’s jaw dropped, then he put a dramatic hand on his chest. “Heavens. I lost Yunho to the crazy couple.” 

Yunho huffed. “It wasn’t them, Yeosang, I heard the call too. He was jealous of you, it was obvious.” 

Yeosang chewed on his lip. “You think so?” 

When Yunho nodded Yeosang felt that spark grow on his chest, but he tried to ignore it, coming back to the bed.

When Yeosang was lying comfortably and at serious risk of being overtaken by his thoughts, he turned to Yunho. 

“You really don’t have to help me with this if you don’t want to. Seriously,” Yeosang spoke softly, sincerely. 

Yunho turned his head to Yeosang. “What’s the worst thing that could happen, Yeosang? Us having to kiss? That’s not bad at all.” 

Yeosang felt his face flush furious red at Yunho’s words, at the casual way he’d said it, the way his eyes slipped briefly to Yeosang’s lips. 

“You would be okay with kissing me?” Yeosang whispered. 

Yunho blinked a couple of times before he said, “Yeosang, do you not see yourself? In what world a man that’s gay to the extent I am would say no to kissing a guy like you? You’re stunning.” 

Yeosang felt himself get even hotter, hiding his face on the pillow. He always got shy taking compliments, he never knew what to do with them. “You’re stunning,” he said back.

“Are you okay with it, though? Like, if we have to put on a little show, taking pictures, pretending to be a couple in front of others, kissing,” Yunho swallowed and his eyes dropped to Yeosang’s lips again. “Doing more, so I can leave marks all over you. Would that be okay?” 

Yunho had leaned over slightly, voice dropping lower and Yeosang felt his mouth go dry. It had been a long time since he’d flirted with anyone, especially when they were as beautiful as Yunho. 

Yeosang thought about what intimacy with Yunho could be like, what kissing his lips and being smothered by his fruity scent would make him feel… he was definitely not against it. 

“Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Yunho then moved, coming to hover over Yeosang’s body, caging him with his arms but not touching him yet. Yeosang’s heart started beating really fast, lips parting with shock.

“And if I enjoyed it, would that be okay?” 

Yeosang’s mind was spinning with the way Yunho’s voice had gone raspy and his eyes had shifted to something intense and consuming, wanting.

Realizing Yunho wanted him was a feeling that warmed him down to his toes, the idea of being desired, of being chosen after so long feeling the other way making his stomach flip with excitement.

“Yes.” 

Yunho licked his lips, then leaned down, closer to Yeosang, noses brushing. Yeosang had never felt so small in someone’s embrace, but it was good, it was great. 

He kind of wanted to be someone else’s for that night, his way of revenge. 

Yeosang was the one to wrap his arms around Yunho’s shoulders, pulling him until their bodies pressed together, hands sliding into his hair after. 

“I’m going to enjoy this too,” Yeosang whispered, making Yunho smile just before their lips met. 

Yeosang had no idea of what to expect from Yunho - he had never really indulged the idea of intimacy with him until moments ago - so anything would be a surprise. 

Yunho kissed dirty, tongue eager and unabashed just like his hand, which traveled down to Yeosang’s thigh to bring it up to hike on his hip. 

Yeosang’s rhythm was much calmer, sweeter, and he knew there was no way he could match Yunho’s, so he gave himself to him. 

He let Yunho suck his tongue and bite his lip, humming low into Yunho’s mouth in approval when he thrust their hips together, nails scraping the back of his neck. Yunho’s weight should be overwhelming, but Yeosang found it grounding, the thing keeping him from losing his senses. 

There were hands everywhere on his body, grabbing, squeezing, holding, and Yeosang felt incredible, worshiped, wanted. 

Yunho pulled Yeosang to sit with him and then removed both of their shirts before pushing him back down and drowning him in another kiss. Yeosang panted into Yunho’s mouth when their skins touched, feeling goosebumps just from it. 

Yunho smiled at his lips when Yeosang whimpered. “You’re so fucking cute. I’m going to ruin you.” 

Yeosang didn’t even have time to process the words before Yunho’s mouth was on his neck, kissing, licking, sucking, leaving him panting and writhing under him, moaning with the sensation. 

Yunho’s hand slithered all the way up until it held Yeosang’s throat and he immediately froze, holding his breath. Yunho didn’t squeeze, just left the pressure there, kissing gently around his fingers. 

“This okay?” Yunho whispered. 

Yeosang was dazed. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I like to feel your hand there, but- but-”

Yunho then pulled away to look at Yeosang, thumb brushing up and down gently on his throat. “You like to feel my hand here, but you don’t want me to squeeze?” Yeosang nodded. “That’s okay, sweet thing. I won’t.” 

Yeosang melted at the nickname. “Okay.” 

Yunho smiled, thumb coming to brush on Yeosang’s lips. “And can I leave marks on you? Your neck? Chest… maybe on the inside of your thighs?” 

Yeosang almost whined at the idea, nodding. “Yes. But now, please kiss me.” 

Yunho obliged, back to kissing Yeosang in that dizzying way, hand on his neck caressing his jaw and throat with steady pressure.

Yeosang’s hands slid down Yunho’s back, feeling the small of his waist, the curve of his spine, fingers going over and over the space, getting to know it all. 

His leg was still hiked up on Yunho’s hip but he wasn’t moving as much as Yeosang wanted, so he slid his hands lower, over Yunho’s hips where he anchored and pulled him.

Yunho seemed actually surprised at first, but he created a slow pace, almost torturing, making circles against Yeosang. 

Yeosang whined. “Faster.”

“So eager,” Yunho commented. “I’m trying to take my time with you, I don’t want it to be over yet.”

The shift in Yunho’s personality was more clear then, because it was obvious in his tone he was toying with Yeosang, enjoying watching him fall apart. The Yunho Yeosang had known before was nothing but kind smiles and a warm personality, completely opposite to what he was showing now. 

Yeosang didn’t expect it, but he was enjoying the newness of all of it. 

“Just touch me a bit more- please,” Yeosang said, eying Yunho’s lips and dreading the fact they were not on his. 

Yunho kneeled beside Yeosang, who was considering screaming a complaint at the absurd distance, but then his hands started going down on Yeosang’s body, light fingertips bringing shivers on their way. 

“Who knew you hid this body under those oversized sweaters you wear to work,” Yunho mused, tracing the lines on Yeosang’s abdomen. 

Yeosang felt his face burn, throwing an arm over his eyes to hide himself. He heard Yunho chuckle. 

“Turning shy, all of a sudden? Thought you were comfortable with me already?” There was no bite to Yunho’s words, nothing more than a joke. 

“You hadn’t seen this much of me then,” Yeosang said, trying to concentrate past the overwhelming pressure in his pants and his will to beg Yunho to just touch him there. 

Yunho hummed, then his hands finally dropped a little lower, palming Yeosang over the sweatpants. It was not even close to enough, but it was something. 

Yeosang’s chest was rising and falling fast, hands fisted on the sheets and eyes screwed shut, biting on his lip to keep quiet. Yunho kept going, massaging him gently, hand rubbing back and forth over the bulge then dropping to his thighs. 

When Yeosang peeked from behind his fingers he saw Yunho focused on his task, untying his pants slowly, like he didn’t want to miss a single second, taking everything in. 

Yunho smiled when he saw Yeosang looking at him, sliding a hand past the hem of his sweatpants and looking into his eyes, watching Yeosang pant and arch at the contact. 

“You are beautiful, did you know that?” Yunho commented, hand squeezing Yeosang’s length over his underwear, thumb brushing on the damp fabric over the head of his cock. 

Yeosang just shook his head, not trusting himself enough to speak, but then Yunho just continued speaking as he took off the rest of his clothing, “You are. You have such a beautiful face, you look like a doll. Your body too, now that I can see it, it’s a fucking dream. How are you real?” 

“Stop,” Yeosang whined, shy. 

“I can tell you like the compliments, though, so why would I?” Yunho chuckled, pulling the pants off Yeosang’s legs and then coming up again to drag the underwear. The moment Yeosang felt the cool air hit him he heard Yunho hum in approval, sound low in his throat. “And you’re pretty here too. That’s not fair.” 

Yeosang’s mind started spinning when Yunho’s hand wrapped around his cock, so big it enveloped most of him. 

Yunho moved his hand up and down lazily, looking between Yeosang’s face and his shiny length, a smirk that made it clear he was enjoying every second that Yeosang got more carried away. 

“I bet you look pretty when you cum too.”

Yunho then leaned in and spit on the head of Yeosang’s cock, surely one of the hottest things Yeosang had ever seen.

“Yunho,” Yeosang whined, trying to cover his face again but failing when Yunho’s free hand kept him from it.

“Let me see you.” 

“But I’m a m-mess.” Yeosang’s breath caught when Yunho’s finger circled his head.

“Oh, sweet thing,” Yunho cooed. “This is just the start. I told you I was going to ruin you.” 

Yeosang felt the words contribute to the warmth already pooling at his stomach, Yunho’s eyes roaming across his body in a way that made him feel even more disheveled. 

Yeosang reached for Yunho’s crotch, wanting to touch him too. Yunho let him, sitting higher on his knees so Yeosang could reach him.

The size was intimidating even over the layers of clothes, but Yeosang found himself anticipating, wanting to have it inside him as he kissed and whined on Yunho’s mouth.

“Take it off,” Yeosang whispered, and once again, Yunho indulged him, dragging down his pants and underwear in one go. 

The size was indeed intimidating and Yeosang caught himself just before he commented that it probably wouldn’t fit inside him. It seemed absurd that Yunho had showered him with so many comments when he looked like that, all broad and well proportionate, thighs pretty and full, waist curving slightly. 

Yeosang felt so lucky, Yunho was beautiful.

Hand still moving on him, Yunho lowered himself to kiss Yeosang again, mouth slower that time to match the pace. “If you keep looking at me like that…” 

“What?”

Yunho huffed. “You’ll ruin my plan to take it easy and I’ll end up fucking you into this mattress today.” 

“Okay, so let me keep looking,” Yeosang said immediately, making Yunho laugh. 

They laughed between kisses, between dips of Yunho’s lips to Yeosang’s neck where he sucked and bit, between the times he licked around Yeosang’s nipple and made him moan. 

Yeosang made Yunho moan too, hand wrapping around his large cock in a way that seemed to please him, pumping steady. 

Yeosang risked at a joke, imitating how Yunho was speaking to him and they both laughed again.

It was comfortable, it was fun. 

“Yunho,” Yeosang moaned as Yunho sucked another mark under his collarbone. “I’m- close.” 

“So cum.”

Yeosang swallowed dry, ignoring the inner voice just screaming at him to listen. “Wanna feel you i-inside when I…” 

Yunho smiled again. “Cute. You can’t say it, can you?” 

Yeosang whined at the teasing, pushing Yunho away by the chest. “Go grab a condom.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” 

Yunho pulled away slightly, looking at his eyes. “Really sure?”

“Yes. I want this. Do you?”

Yunho snorted a laugh, still smiling when he pecked Yeosang’s lips. “You have no idea.” 

Yunho gave Yeosang the fantastic view of his bare back as he went to his wardrobe, searching inside for the condoms and lube. 

When he cursed, voice upset and genuine, Yeosang sat down. “What’s wrong?” 

Yunho turned around, looking just upset as he sounded. “I ran out, I forgot to buy more. Fuck.” 

It was obviously disappointing to Yeosang, he was dying to have Yunho inside of him, but it was clear the other was upset enough for the both of them. 

“It’s fine, Yunho. Next time.” Yunho was pouting, more like Yunho Yeosang had been used to, so he chuckled. 

“Ah. Next time?” Yunho asked, raising a brow. “So this arrangement will keep on going?”

Yeosang tensed up, sitting on the bed. “I mean, I thought that was the deal? You said you would keep on leaving marks on me so I assumed we would… but if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just got confused-”

Yunho crawled back into bed, pushing Yeosang back down and nosing along his neck. “I want to,” he pressed his hard bulge against Yeosang’s thigh, “very much.” 

Yeosang felt a weight lift off his shoulder. “Yeah?” 

Yunho hummed into his skin. “I mean, why not enjoy the time we have? We’re both single, at least for now. And I’m having a lot of fun.” 

Yeosang bit his lip. “I would like that. Doing more. With you.”

Yunho reached for Yeosang’s face, pulling him into a kiss. “Good, so consider this our initiation. Let’s ease ourselves into it.” 

“I’ve never been good at waiting. But just like that last week's report, you forgot to stock up your condoms.” 

Yunho gasped at the attack, but he laughed at the satisfied look on Yeosang’s face at his own joke. It was familiar teasing between them, comfortable. “Don’t be mean.” 

“What, you’re gonna cry?” Yeosang fake pouted. 

Yunho narrowed his eyes and Yeosang could see him shifting back from his friend into the person he’d spent the last minutes with. “I’ll make you regret that.” 

And Yunho did just as he said he would, climbing on top of Yeosang and holding him down as he brought him close to the edge but denied the drop over and over to the point Yeosang was squirming, sweating, and begging. 

Yunho’s hand changed between moving fast and then slow, not enough to let Yeosang fall, but enough to get him really close. 

“Yunho,” Yeosang whined for the hundredth time, arms pinned over his head and legs spread under his. Yunho hummed from his chest where his mouth was busy sucking Yeosang’s sensitive nipple. “Please. Please.” 

Yunho thrust his hips against Yeosang’s thigh lazily, pleasuring himself as he denied the other.

“No,” Yunho said simply, hearing Yeosang sob as his hand once again sped up, then slowed just as Yeosang’s muscles started to tense. 

Every part of Yeosang’s body was sensitive, wound tight to the point of almost being painful, but still, he just laid there, not trying to force himself free. Yeosang knew that just fed Yunho’s behavior, he obviously liked how obedient Yeosang was.

Maybe Yeosang liked it too. 

Yunho’s thumb dropped lower again, rubbing circles on Yeosang’s entrance but not breaching him, and Yeosang felt tears springing to his eyes. 

“Please, Yunho. Fuck, I’m- I’ll schedule the meetings on Monday for you,” he tried to negotiate. 

Yunho laughed. “This is becoming interesting.” 

“I’ll scream,” Yeosang threatened, watching the smile on Yunho’s face. “Hongjoong and Seonghwa will run in.”

“Hot.” 

Yeosang would laugh if he wasn’t so close to crying. “Pervert.” 

“Oh, sweetie, you have no idea.” 

“Please, this- this-” 

For no particular reason other than Yunho really wanted to see Yeosang’s face as he came, he let his hand fall on a steady pattern, thrusting his hips at the same rhythm. 

“Cum,” Yunho said and as if Yeosang’s body was desperate to obey, he came into Yunho’s hand with a silent scream, sobbing as intense pleasure filled him up. 

Yeosang arched and threw his head back, mewling moans and rocking his hips in time with Yunho’s hand, riding the pleasure. 

He fell boneless after, breathing heavily, mind completely blank. Yeosang was aware of Yunho’s mouth on him, whispering praises and filth that would make him blush in other situation, but he was incapable of responding. 

When Yeosang fluttered his eyes open Yunho was on top of him, brushing their lips together, waiting. 

“You okay?” Yunho whispered, voice gentle. 

“Yeah.” 

Yunho then kissed Yeosang, deep and slow, brushing his sweaty hair away from his face. Yeosang almost couldn’t keep up with Yunho, he changed too drastically too fast, it was confusing. 

“We should have talked about a safeword before, I’m sorry. Was that too far?” 

Yeosang smiled faintly. “No. I should get one for next time, though.” 

“Of course.” 

Yeosang licked his lips, more aware of his body then, and what was pressing against it, Yunho still hard against his thigh.

Yeosang tried to reach at him, but his arms didn’t follow. He huffed in annoyance. “Now that’s a problem. How will I take care of you?” 

Yunho nosed along Yeosang’s jaw, humming as if he was considering before he sat up, straddling Yeosang’s thighs. 

“Maybe,” Yunho began, finger tracing Yeosang’s cum on his stomach, “you just laying there and looking pretty is enough.” 

Yunho’s hand came to wrap around his cock, starting to pump himself slowly. Yeosang couldn’t be happier, laying completely blissed out after an orgasm with a beautiful man on top of him, pleasuring himself for him to watch.

“You sure?” 

Yunho nodded, eyes roaming across Yeosang’s body and face lazily, taking in all the marks he’d left on his skin.

Yunho seemed to be taking his time, but Yeosang didn’t mind, enjoying the view as much as Yunho was. 

Eventually, his breathing got faster as did his pace, so Yeosang bit his lips as Yunho’s cheeks flushed and his body tensed with pleasure. 

Yunho came with a sigh, watching his cum mix with Yeosang’s on his stomach as if the filthy view was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, lips parting in awe. 

Yeosang pulled him into a kiss and they only stopped once Yunho started smiling. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Did not expect us to end up like this when I invited you over.” 

Yeosang chuckled. “I didn’t expect it either, but… we’re okay, right? This won’t make this awkward for us? I mean, we work together.” 

Yunho shook his head. “We’ll figure things out as we go, but we’re okay.” 

Yeosang let out a sigh of relief and went to shower, glad to see Yunho had been truthful in his words when he came back to the room and they laughed at stupid cat videos until they fell asleep, each on their side of the bed.

--

“Good morning!”

Yeosang smiled at the cheerful reception when he left the room, Hongjoong calling him over to sit at the table to eat something. 

“We have an assortment of cereals,” Yunho said, pointing at the boxes and wiggling his brows like he was very proud of the offer he made to Yeosang. 

“I’m impressed,” Yeosang said, holding back a smile. He had also been through a cereal phase after he left his parent’s home.

“Want coffee?” Seonghwa asked from the kitchen. 

“Oh. Yes. Thank you.” 

The oldest came back and gave the warm cup to Yeosang, smiling. “No problem.” 

“Where is Jongho?” Yeosang asked. 

“He works on Saturdays,” Yeosang twisted his nose, “Yeah, we all feel for him.” 

Seonghwa gasped as he sat at the table, staring at him. “So you agreed to let Yunho help you? Good for you! I really think that’s gonna work,” Yeosang tipped his head in confusion, “Your neck is covered in marks.” 

Yeosang felt his face burn, glancing at the mirror on the other side of the room to confirm that his neck was very much covered in red and purple marks. 

“Jesus, Yunho, were you trying to eat him up?” Hongjoong asked, seemingly only then noticing the marks. How, Yeosang wondered, when there were so many. “You’re lucky it’s turtleneck season.” 

Yunho just smirked at the edge of his cup of coffee, taking another sip. Yeosang wanted to smack him over the head. 

“I would die to see your friend’s reaction to that,” Seonghwa said. 

“I can’t just walk around in a t-shirt with this,” Yeosang pointed at his neck, then turned to Yunho and pushed him by the shoulder, “You overdid it.”

Yunho just smirked more and Yeosang noticed he liked it. He liked being a part of that little game, of being the rock under someone’s shoe, of making someone jealous. 

Yeosang was really confused by Yunho’s personality.

“He did great, actually. No way to back down now,” Hongjoong said and Yeosang wondered if these people were a little too invested in his life. 

Well, too late to turn around. They were now his official partners in crime. 

“Did you post something on your story?” 

“I’m not that into social media.” 

“So?” Seonghwa raised a brow, “That doesn’t matter. Post a story of you having breakfast with us and Yunho… ah, I know! Yun, put your hand on Yeosang’s thigh. Yeosang, make sure a little piece of his hand is showing in the picture.” 

Yeosang just blinked at Seonghwa. 

“Do it!” Hongjoong urged Yeosang like that was the most important matter of business. 

Yeosang was laughing as he took the picture, but he did as he was told, tagging the smiling couple, Yunho, and Jongho, saying something about the fun night they had had together. 

Yeosang didn’t think much of it, dismissing Seonghwa’s craziest theories and showing them pictures of Wooyoung and San after a lot of begging. 

“I can see why you’re so smitten, I’ll give you that,” Yunho said after seeing a picture of San hugging Wooyoung from behind, both unaware they were being photographed and looking naturally stunning. 

Yeosang felt shy, still not used to having people talking openly about something he repressed for so long. 

It still didn’t feel real, maybe that’s why he was handling everything so well. 

“I’m not smitten,” Yeosang murmured, getting a parade of shut up and yes, you are in answer to it. 

Hongjoong huffed when he saw a picture of the three of them, San smushing Yeosang’s cheek with a kiss as Wooyoung looked and cackled from the side. 

“At least we know the feeling is mutual,” Hongjoong said, turning the screen to Yeosang to show the coming replies from the story he had just posted. All from San.

Yeosang felt his stomach turn as he grabbed his phone, seeing the string of texts coming into their and Wooyoung’s chat, making a drama out of the fact that Yeosang was making new friends and quote, abandoning him. 

“How is that not flirty?” Seonghwa asked, peering over Yeosang’s shoulder and pointing at a text that said promise me you won’t replace me (⁎˃ᆺ˂).

“That’s just how San is, he’s whiny and dramatic.” 

“Because he likes you,” Yunho said casually, bitting into his nutella toast.

“Let’s not get carried away. Seriously… I don’t want to give myself hope and then get my heart broken,” Yeosang said in a more serious voice, a sad tone under it.  

Seonghwa then smiled and nodded, changing the subject. “Fine. Now let’s get some pictures of you and Yunho looking like a couple.” 

Yeosang complained and whined, but ended up in Yunho’s lap, smiling and posing to the cameras at the various angles Seonghwa insisted on taking. 

He laughed so hard that morning his cheeks hurt when he left, walking to the bus stop to go home, shower and change for lunch with Wooyoung and San.

As he was choosing what to wear he got stuck between two shirts, a low collar that would leave the mess on his neck on display or one that would cover it. 

Yeosang got a sudden urge to hide Yunho’s marks from them - as if he had done something wrong, betrayed them somehow. When Yeosang realized how crazy the thought sounded he put the low collar shirt on and headed out the door. 

He had nothing to hide. 

Yeosang texted Wooyoung to let him know he was on his way and took deep calming breaths until he was staring at the door. 

“I’ve done nothing wrong,” Yeosang whispered to himself. “I’m single. They are dating each other. They won’t even care that I hooked up with someone, they don’t like me that way. They are dating each other. I’m making a big deal out of this.” 

Yeosang knocked. 

“It’s open!” San muffled voice came from inside so Yeosang swallowed back his pounding heart and opened the door. 

The living room was empty, so Yeosang shed his jacket and sat on the couch. “I’m here!” Yeosang screamed, grabbing his phone and sending Yunho a selfie with the message that he was going through with the plan. 

There was suddenly a weight on his shoulders, someone wrapping their arms around him. “Hey,” San murmured against Yeosang’s hair, nosing the top of his head. It was a very San thing to do, that’s how he showed affection, Yeosang was used to it by then.

Yeosang smiled, bringing a hand to San’s arm and petting it softly, caringly. “Hey. How are you?” 

“Good. Feeling exchangeable and replaced, but still good,” San said, getting Yeosang to roll his eyes. 

Yeosang tipped his head back on the couch, staring right at San’s eyes. “I could never find anyone as annoying as you, there is no replacing Choi San.”

San huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss on Yeosang’s forehead before pulling away. “That’s so flattering.” 

“I know.” 

It was obvious the moment San saw the marks. His eyes went wide and his limbs stopped awkwardly in the air, staring dead at his neck.

Silence spread in the air and Yeosang had no idea of what to do with that reaction. 

“Sannie?” Yeosang called, deciding in the moment to play dumb. “Everything alright?” 

San snapped out of it, cracking a smile. Yeosang knew him enough to know there was something off about it. “Yeah.” San sat on the couch next to Yeosang. “So, had a fun night?” 

“Yeah! Everyone was so nice, I had a lot of fun.” 

San hummed in agreement. “And what did you do?”

Yeosang blinked a couple of times, pushing back the memory of Yunho whispering filth in his ear and licking into his mouth. “We just drank, ate, and chatted. You know, a chill night like we do.”

San stared blankly. “Like we do.”

“Yeah. You, Youngie and I often stay in and watch movies and hang out. That’s kind of what I did last night with them.”

San glanced down at Yeosang’s neck again and it took all of Yeosang’s poor acting skills to act nonchalant about it. “So, do-”

“What the fuck happened to your neck?” Wooyoung stood on the other side of the room, eyes zeroing in on Yeosang’s neck. 

Well, so much for San trying to be subtle about it.

Yeosang couldn’t help but blush then, a hand coming to cup his neck as Wooyoung stomped his way across the living room, looking… angry?

Wooyoung stood with a hand on his hip, brow raised and staring at Yeosang. “So you and Yunho are just friends? Why did you lie to me? I thought we didn’t do that.”

San rolled his eyes, reaching for Wooyoung and pulling him to the couch, whispering something in his ear that made Wooyoung grit his teeth. 

“I didn’t lie.”

“Yeosang, we saw your Insta story and we see the hickies on your neck,” Wooyoung said, tone more confrontational than usual for him. 

“Yunho and I were just friends until yesterday,” Yeosang clarified. 

San and Wooyoung were staring with different expressions on their faces, San had a (fake) smile on and Wooyoung was just plain angry (at what Yeosang assumed was his "lie").

A small glimpse of hope grew inside Yeosang at the couple’s reaction, because he knew them enough to recognize an odd reaction when he saw one.

Could that be jealousy?

There was one way to find out. 

“It was truly just a night in with friends at first, but a few drinks in Yunho and I just…” Yeosang bit his lip, growing more confident when the others glanced at it. “You know how it is, Yunho is beautiful and he seemed really interested in me… It had been a while since I had anyone looking at me in that way.”

Yeosang didn’t know where all the confidence was coming from, but he had committed to the idea. It was the last shot he would give before forcing himself to move on. 

“I’m happy for you,” San said, smiling. “So are you two… dating?” 

Yeosang wondered if San had always been that much of a bad liar because his smile didn’t reach anywhere other than his lips.

“I don’t know yet, but I don’t think this was a one-time thing.”

Wooyoung gritted his teeth. “So you want to be with him?”

Yeosang felt powerful, he’d never seen Wooyoung’s protectiveness as anything more than just that, but maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe Wooyoung did feel more about him. 

With the way San was holding Wooyoung, almost expecting his reaction, maybe San knew too. 

Yeosang’s heart was hammering in his chest. That was the first time he saw something to support this crazy idea he had that maybe his friends liked him back, that maybe they had just been as scared as him to fuck things up. 

But Yeosang wasn’t afraid anymore, he was going to give this a genuine shot, he was going to make them jealous, he was going to make them face their feelings.

Yeosang brushed his hand on top of the skin he knew to be covered in purple and red, smiling as if the thought of Yunho just made him nauseatingly happy. Well, Yeosang liked Yunho, but what was really floating his boat was seeing Wooyoung look like he was ready to pull Yunho’s head off. 

“Yeah, I think I do. Going to give this a shot.”

“Things might get complicated, you know. You work together.”

Yeosang sighed. “I know, but there is no turning back now. Yesterday has already happened.” He shrugged, then licked his lips. “And I don’t think he’s done with me.” 

“Alright,” Wooyoung said, standing up and making it clear he was done with that subject. “I’m going to get started on lunch. Sous-chef, come help.”

San started cleaning the living room and picking a movie for them to watch as Yeosang and Wooyoung worked in the kitchen, no mention of the previous topic in sight. 

Yeosang was far from a prodigy in the kitchen, but Wooyoung liked the company and cooked well for the both of them, so it was no problem. He always gave Yeosang the most fun tasks to do, anyway.

“Wash the rice first,” Wooyoung instructed and they started to work together in silence, the noise of the knife on the cutting board and the water running in the background as the two best friends worked together. 

Yeosang had done many activities with Wooyoung since he’d met him all the way back in school, gone on road trips, parks, fishing, cinema, you name it, but what Yeosang liked best were the times they got to spend some quality time with each other. It was comfortable and easy, it made him feel connected and just happy.

“Oh, mom dropped by earlier,” Wooyoung said, flipping his hair back with his pinky before going back to cutting onions. “She left you a jar of kimchi. Extra spicy, how you like it.” 

Yeosang smiled. “I’ll text her thanks.” 

Wooyoung hummed and they fell back into silence until San came in offering help. He knew the answer would be no since he was a clumsy mess in the kitchen, but it was sweet that he always offered.

San hopped on the counter instead, getting glared at by Wooyoung. “I want something to do.”

“You’ll have something to do, eat. But only if we finish,” Wooyoung said, tone softening when he saw San’s pout. 

“I feel useless.”

Wooyoung leaned in, keeping his hands to himself to not rub the onion scent on San. He kissed the corner of his mouth. “Do you wanna go to the shop around the corner and buy dessert for after? Cake or ice cream? That would be great.” 

San smiled, satisfied. He leaned in and pecked Wooyoung’s lips then hopped off the table. “Okay.” 

San then came to Yeosang, placing a hand on his side and effectively making Yeosang stop moving. “Crunchy caramel?”

Yeosang chuckled. “Exactly.” 

“Coming right up,” San said brightly, squeezing Yeosang’s waist before disappearing. 

After Yeosang was sure San left he turned to Wooyoung. “What was this about? He seems more restless than usual.”

Wooyoung passed the knife and vegetables so Yeosang could help him chop as he moved to the stove. 

“He’s been going through something at work,” Wooyoung explained. “Some asshole had problems with his tattoos, so they started spreading rumors to damage Sannie’s reputation.”

“Oh, yeah, he told me when he dropped me off yesterday. He brushed it off, though, I didn’t know it was really bothering him.” 

“He says he doesn’t care, but he’s worried about the stuff they’re making up. He’s scared people will believe the rumors and not him.” 

Yeosang shook his head. “Yeah, I get it. That’s ridiculous, though. Over some stupid tattoos?”

“I don’t think it’s about tattoos at all. Sannie’s the kind of person that everyone likes. He’s pretty and kind and easy to talk to. I guess that makes some people jealous of him.”

Yeosang frowned. Being around San was like getting a shot of happiness, how could anyone try to hurt someone like him? It made Yeosang angry, made him want to hunt the person down and ask what was their problem. 

“Hey, careful with your fingers,” Wooyoung murmured, reaching to place a hand on top of Yeosang’s and stop him from chopping. “Let me finish up for you.” 

“No, it’s fine, I just got lost in thought. I’ll focus,” Yeosang said with a small smile, waiting until it softened Wooyoung’s frown. “Don’t try to fire me, chef, I need this job.” Yeosang bumped his hips on Wooyoung’s, making him smile and roll his eyes. 

“So don’t make accidents happen in my kitchen.” 

“Oui, oui.”

Yeosang got to the dirty dishes as Wooyoung finished up their food, but the smell of the meat grilling made his stomach growl. 

Yeosang moaned, getting closer to the stove. Wooyoung turned to look at him. 

“Smells so good, I’m so hungry.” No response. Yeosang raised his eyes to find Wooyoung staring at him, slightly stunned. “What?” 

“N-Nothing. I’m- go set the table, I’ll finish up here.”

Yeosang frowned, finding the reaction odd, but maybe Wooyoung was a bit airy from worrying about San too. 

Yeosang did as he was told and as he grabbed his favorite glass and set it down, San came back. 

“Hey, you’re back!” 

He must have sounded a little too enthusiastic because San laughed. “Yeah, I was gone for like 20 minutes. What’s so exciting about me coming back?” 

Yeosang didn’t know if it was the recent events forcing him to admit his feelings for San or the fact he knew San was not doing so well, but he felt an urge to comfort him, to pamper and make him feel good. 

And there was nothing San liked more than when Yeosang gave him hugs.

“Can’t I be happy to see you?” 

San smiled so widely that Yeosang’s heart skipped a beat. “Of course, you can. I am terribly neglected by you, indeed,” he joked. 

“Come here,” Yeosang said, putting the stuff down and opening his arms to him. 

San laughed again, putting the bag down so he could hug Yeosang. “You’re being weird,” San whispered in his hair but did not pull away, linking his hands around Yeosang’s back. 

Yeosang closed his eyes and dropped his head into San’s neck. He had put on Wooyoung’s perfume again and Yeosang could only imagine the bickering that would happen once he realized. 

“I just needed a hug and you give the best ones,” Yeosang said the first thing that came to mind to excuse his behavior. 

San held him tighter then. “Are you okay? Did something happen?” 

Of course, because even if San was anxious and hurt and restless, at the smallest inclination that something was wrong with Yeosang, he pushed it all aside to comfort him.

Yeosang shook his head. 

“Are you sure? Do I need to beat someone up?” 

Yeosang chuckled. “You can’t fight.” 

“I don’t care, I would for you. You’re my best friend.” 

Yeosang felt something heavy and warm settle in his chest. “Don’t worry about me. I just had a weird dream and it made me sappy, that’s all.”

San hummed and Yeosang knew San was aware of his lie but didn’t want to push him. San never did - pushing him over the edge and making Yeosang go crazy was Wooyoung’s job.

San brushed his hands up and down Yeosang’s back a few times before pulling away. “I bet that crunchy caramel will make you feel better.” 

Yeosang smiled and nodded. “You know me so well.” 

When San went into the kitchen to put away the cakes, Yeosang was left with the lingering scent of him and the weight of his hands on his waist.

Maybe Yeosang had been in denial before, but things are going to change now because there was no turning back from the realization he was completely and undeniably in love with his best friends.

Chapter 2: Play

Notes:

this is 15k words of smut and 0 words of plot development

i won't apologize for it

Yeosang didn’t think that he would ever bond with anyone over depraved plans of seduction, but yet there he was: having drinks with his new friends and sharing the progress he’d made in their devilish scheme. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho and Jongho dissected every detail, text and conversation Yeosang shared with the targets that week, giving their insight after.

Wooyoung and San’s reaction to the marks on Yeosang’s neck shed light on a few things he had been trying to avoid thinking about… like maybe there was something more about their relationship than he’d thought. 

Yeosang didn’t know the extent of it, but he couldn’t deny that there was more than just friendship feelings between the three of them. 

Seonghwa choked on his fruity drink when Yeosang told about the incident (in which Wooyoung fell over while trying to read Yunho’s texts over Yeosang’s shoulder) and the others series of events that left evident how much of an oblivious idiot he’d been. 

San had been bending over backwards to pick Yeosang up from work when Yeosang mentioned he would get a ride with Yunho back to his place instead, and on one occasion Wooyoung had bought his best friend a series of different chokers to cover up his bruised neck.

Yeosang was really naive. 

The stories Yeosang had collected along the week cracked his friends up and they had another very nice night in, talking and drinking together.

“I shouldn’t be drinking this much,” Yeosang said as he threw back yet another soju shot. “We have a meeting with the higher-ups tomorrow morning.”

Yunho huffed, taking another drink as he shrugged, slurring out, “I’m counting on my young body to do its job and burn all the alcohol out by morning.”

Yunho had drank twice as much as Yeosang, so he hoped his friend’s theory was right for his own well-being.

Jongho glanced at his phone. “I should get going, I have work in the morning too.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Just sleep over, Jong, it’s late.” 

“Thanks, but I need some things that are home.” 

Jongho started gathering his things. “Are you sure?” Hongjoong asked, getting a smile and a friendly nod back. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not nearly as drunk as Yunho, it’s okay.”

“I’m not drunk,” Yunho said frowning, getting Seonghwa and Hongjoong to snort.

“I should get going too,” Yeosang said, even when he really didn’t want to. “I can’t go into work tomorrow wearing the same clothes from today, that’s broadcasting to the entire floor I slept with someone.” 

Yunho threw his arms around Yeosang middle to keep him from standing up. “You can borrow a shirt from me, stay,” he whined, the tone making it clear he was past the just slightly intoxicated phase. “I have many shirts. So many.”

Yeosang chuckled, scraping his nails on Yunho’s scalp and effectively making him melt against him. 

“I shouldn’t.”

“You totally should,” Yunho argued back. “You get to makeout with me if you do.” 

Yeosang snorted. “The only thing I’m going to do to you tonight is tuck you into bed.”

Yunho gasped, eyes sparkling. “So you’re staying?”

Yeosang didn’t mind Yunho’s company, they had grown quite close after the new arrangement started and surprisingly things weren’t awkward between them, so he thought there was no harm staying. 

Yeosang patted Yunho’s hair again and nodded, making the other break into a huge smile.

After a lot of insisting, Yeosang managed to take a stumbling Yunho to bed, doing as he said he would and helping him get settled, tucked under his blanket.

Yunho smiled up at Yeosang, cheeks rosy and face completely blissed out. Yeosang huffed at the scene. “Enjoy the happiness while it lasts, because you’re not gonna be happy tomorrow morning.”

Yunho snorted in disdain. “I’m going to be absolutely fine.” 

Yunho was, in fact, not absolutely fine. 

When the alarm rang Yunho groaned, covering his face with a pillow. 

“God, no. Please, no. My head,” Yunho whined to what he thought was himself. 

Yunho let out a shrill scream when he heard a laugh beside him, shoving the pillow out of the way and finding a wide eyed Yeosang staring at him. 

Yunho sighed in relief, falling back into the sheets. “You slept over. I didn’t remember.”

Yeosang’s face softened with a laugh. “I did. Good morning.” 

“Not good,” Yunho whined again. “Turn that off!” Yeosang did, still laughing. Yunho sighed, staring at the ceiling. “I’m so hungover.”

“I bet.” Yeosang yawned and his stomach growled. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too, but I have to shower first,” Yunho whined, like he was talking about walking into his own execution and not a warm shower.

“Do you shower in the morning?” 

“Normally I shower right before I sleep, but I didn’t yesterday, so I guess I have to now.”

“Or else you’ll clear out the meeting room,” Yeosang teased.

“Fuck, the meeting,” Yunho remembered, whining again. “Fuck, my head.”

Yeosang huffed. “Go take a shower and I’ll make us something to eat.”

Yunho smiled. “You are an angel.” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Go.” 

While Yunho showered Yeosang ventured into the fridge until he found them things to eat, going through his meeting slides as he made them basic breakfast.

He was at the table when Yunho came out of the room, dressed and looking much more awake. 

“Now it’s a good morning!” Yeosang said, recognizing his friend now that he looked happier and less of a grump.

Yunho huffed, scratching the back of his neck shyly. “Thank you for making us something to eat, you didn’t have to.” 

“I’m just that nice.” 

“You absolutely are,” Yunho said seriously as he bit into the food.

Having breakfast together ended up being extremely convenient, since they used the time to go over their presentation together. 

“You’re nervous,” Yunho stated after their first run through, not accusing but rather just pointing it out. 

“I always get nervous before big meetings like this,” Yeosang said, fighting the urge to bite his nails.

“You’re so well articulated, though.”

“I’m really not, but thank you.”

Yunho rolled his eyes, deciding not to start that fight. He spotted a box on the side of the door, Hongjoong having received it and leaving it there for him. Yunho jumped excitedly, glad to get the pleasure of opening a package before heading to work. 

He brought it back to the table and started to tear it open. Yeosang seemed curious too, eyeing the package. 

There was another box inside the box, but Yunho made no move to tear it open.

“What is it?” Yeosang asked, since it was mainly pink all around and only had a tiny unknown logo on the top. 

Yunho bit his lip. “Something not very breakfast appropriate.” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “You can’t just say that and not open the box.”

Yunho huffed, once again choosing to not fight Yeosang and slicing a knife over the seam of the pink box. 

He made a flourish out of taking out the silicone sex toys, placing them in a perfectly straight line in front of Yeosang, right by his cup of coffee.

Yeosang’s cheeks turned pinker than the box.

“They’re- nice.” 

“You know what they are?”

Yeosang pointed at one of the three, the design in sleek black and with a wide flared base. “That’s a… a… a plug.” 

Yunho smirked. “The others?”

Yeosang avoided looking. “I don’t know.”

“It’s a wireless vibrating set I wanted to try out. There is a butt plug, cock ring and a prostate bead massager. They connect to an app on your phone and you can control them, it’s neat.”

Yeosang avoided looking at the long one that looked very intimidating and sort of scary.

“Neat,” Yeosang repeated with a high pitched voice, trying to avoid imagining Yunho using any of those.

Yunho snorted at the pained face Yeosang was making. “You look scared.”

“I’m totally not.” 

“You wanna go take a shower so we can go to work?” 

“Yep,” Yeosang said, standing up from the table and running into the bathroom.

Yunho chuckled and started to clean up the dishes as Yeosang got ready, going back to the room to find Yeosang wrapped in a towel.

It had been over a week since he and Yeosang had hooked up, the marks Yunho had left almost gone from Yeosang's body. Yunho thought it was about time for him to make some new ones. He licked his lips after his eyes finished their inspection, Yeosang turning around just in time to see him at the door. 

In true Yeosang fashion, even if they had been naked in each other’s presence before he was still shy, hugging his middle.

“Oh, hi, you’re here. Can you lend me a shirt? I really don’t want the whole office to know I didn’t sleep at home today.”

“Sure.” Yunho smiled politely and went through the closet to find Yeosang a sweater in his style. “This good?” 

Yeosang nodded curtly. “Yeah, fine. Thanks.”

Yunho sighed and walked to Yeosang, placing a hand on his bare shoulder. He tried his best to make the touch seem exactly as it was, just a friend consoling the other. “You’ll do fine, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang huffed, wondering if he was just that transparent that Yunho could see right through him. “These are normal nerves, don’t worry.” 

“I worry, I wish I could help you.” Yunho said with a pout, squeezing Yeosang’s shoulder and patting it. 

Yeosang’s eyes fluttered at the touch. “I wouldn’t say no to a shoulder massage.”

Yunho raised a brow, deciding if he would indulge Yeosang or not. It wasn’t like he would pass up a chance to put his hands on Yeosang’s body. “Fine, we have some time. Sit down on the bed.”

Yunho reached for his bedside table, wondering if it would do any harm to use lube instead of moisturizer since he’d run out. He decided it was fine since it was water based and had no scent, so after about 5 minutes of loosening the knots on Yeosang’s shoulders he’d gone limp against his hands.

When Yeosang started swaying slightly Yunho laughed. “Okay, you’ll end up falling asleep. We should go.” 

Yeosang reached behind him and grabbed Yunho’s wrist. “No,” he whined. “A little bit longer, come on. You live close to work, it’s fine.” 

Yeosang was quite good at making his eyes go round and sparkly. Yunho sighed. “Fine.” 

Yeosang squealed, taking up his chance and laying with his stomach down on the bed, inviting Yunho to massage more. 

Yunho huffed at the audacity. “I should charge you.” 

“I’ll pay,” Yeosang said. “Seriously.” 

Yunho huffed. “I was joking,” he said, hands splaying on Yeosang’s back and starting to press down. “I’m glad I can help you.” 

“Oh, that’s good,” Yeosang hummed when Yunho squeezed a line down the sides of his spine so he did it again. “You’re good at that, but I bet I’ll be all knotty again by the time we reach the office.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m much more anxious than I let on.” He finished that sentence with a moan, wondering why Yunho hadn’t done this for him before. “Fuck, Yunho. Fuck.” 

Yunho cleared his throat, finding Yeosang’s noises were travelling south at an alarming speed. “If you moan my name like this again we are definitely going to be late, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang’s cheeks warmed. “S-sorry.” 

Regardless of his apology, the second Yunho circled his fingers around another knot Yeosang was moaning again, arching and calling his name. 

Yunho made simple calculations in his head, wondering if he could stretch Yeosang in time to take his cock so he could fuck him senseless without being late to work. Considering his size and how long they had, he figured he couldn’t. 

At least not in the way he wanted to fuck Yeosang for the first time. 

It didn’t mean he couldn’t get a head start. 

Yunho’s hands dropped lower, playing with the towel that was wrapped around Yeosang’s waist and covering his ass. 

Yeosang raised his hips so Yunho could pull them a little lower on his hips, but by the way his face was still serene, Yunho figured Yeosang just thought he wanted more space to keep on massaging him.

His innocent little angel.

Yunho’s hands slid under the towel, covering Yeosang’s ass. “We meet at last,” he joked and Yeosang’s eyes opened. 

“W-what are you doing?” 

“I had an idea of how to keep you relaxed during the meeting.” His hands stopped. “If that’s okay.”

The question hung in the air for a bit as Yeosang considered. 

“I’ll only touch you here if you let me. If you don’t, we’ll get dressed and go to work and that’s absolutely fine.” 

Yeosang bit his lips and damn his cock was interested in Yunho’s hands and the way they were resting on his ass. 

“Won’t we be late?” 

Yeosang was such a good boy and it just made Yunho want to ruin him even more. “No, I promise. What I have planned is quick.” 

“S-so that’s okay.” 

The moment Yeosang gave his consent Yunho’s hands squeezed then spread Yeosang’s cheeks apart, revealing the tight pucker. Yunho was now fully hard in his pants, but he tried to focus on his plan. His thumb dipped lower and lower until it was brushing the edge of his entry. When Yunho’s fingertip actually touched it, Yeosang moaned again. 

Yunho smirked, starting to circle it gently, Yeosang whining and mewling softly, breathing a little harder. 

“Oh, you like having your ass played with, don’t you?” Yunho couldn’t resist saying. “We’re in a rush now, but I’ll make sure to give your pretty hole the attention it deserves later.” 

Yeosang blushed harder but the words seemed to urge him on, starting to arch his back slightly, pushing his ass in Yunho’s hands. 

When the tip of Yunho’s thumb dipped into him slightly and he moaned into the sheets it took every bit of self restraint Yunho had to not strip down and shove his cock into Yeosang instead. He was so warm, so tight, Yunho knew he would go crazy until the moment he could do it. 

Focus, Yunho, focus.

“So I’ll tell you my plan and you tell me if you’re okay with it, yes?” Yunho asked and when Yeosang did nothing but mewl and pant he continued, “Answer me, angel.” 

“Yes,” Yeosang said in a breath, feeling Yunho’s finger delve deeper into him in a way that made his head spin. 

“What about I take one of those toys that arrived today and put it inside this pretty hole, hm? I could connect it to my phone and make it vibrate inside of you so you would feel good and relaxed during the day.” 

Yeosang’s eyes widened slightly. “A-at work? But, wouldn’t people know?” 

Yunho chuckled, pushing his finger in to the last knuckle, feeling Yeosang squeeze around him. “Of course not, it would be our little secret. It would give you something to focus on other than your nerves.”

Yeosang moaned when Yunho curled his finger. 

“Like this. Are you stressed right now, sweet thing?” 

“N-no- ah! No!”

“That’s right. I would keep you relaxed like this so you wouldn’t think about the silly meeting.” Yunho pulled away slightly to slick up and add a second finger. To his surprise Yeosang took it easily, swallowing it up. “Also, it would keep you open and stretched out for me, so the second we’re alone I can finally fuck you like I want to.” 

Yeosang moaned again, glancing down at Yunho’s tented pants. Yunho smirked, grabbing Yeosang’s hand and placing it on top of his bulge.

“You feel it? How much I want this delicious hole of yours?” 

Yeosang bit his lips and nodded, Yunho pressing his hips against Yeosang hand. 

“So do you want it? Do you want me to put a plug inside you to keep you ready for me? To keep you nice and relaxed during the day?” 

“Fuck, Yunho, your mouth is- filthy. Yes, of course I do,” Yeosang said, pushing back on Yunho’s hand. “Do it.” 

Yunho didn’t have to be told twice, so he leaned down to bite at Yeosang’s cheek before pulling his fingers out. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

And Yunho was, stepping outside for just a second to grab the toy and wash it in the bathroom before coming back. The view of Yeosang laying down, ass up, on his bed tested his restraint once again. 

Yunho was much stronger than he originally thought. 

“Can you spread your legs and put your pretty ass in the air for me?” 

Yeosang muttered something along the lines of being embarrassed, but did as he was told. 

“Fuck, Yeosang, look at you.”

Yunho was strong, but not that strong, apparently, because he spread Yeosang’s cheeks apart and leaned in, putting his mouth on him. 

It took Yeosang completely by surprise, but his gasp turned into a moan and he immediately started to push back into Yunho. 

“Oh my god, Yunho. Oh, this is- this is-”

Then Yunho shoved his tongue inside and Yeosang’s sentence was left unfinished, giving place for a series of moans and gasps. 

Yeosang’s head was starting to spin, he felt so good, so ready for more and yet he knew Yunho was just teasing him.

Yunho pulled away much sooner than he would have liked. “If I could, I would never stop fucking you with my tongue, but I promised you we wouldn’t be late.”

Yeosang’s head fell heavy on the sheets, panting, waiting to be filled again. 

Yunho slathered lube on the plug and placed the tip against Yeosang’s entrance, which was pliant and open. 

“It’s not that big of a plug, but it still should be a light stretch,” Yunho warned, caressing the back of Yeosang’s thigh. “But you’re really relaxed, so I bet it will slide in easy.” 

Yunho dipped the toy halfway to the thickest point before he felt any sort of resistance. He caressed Yeosang’s skin again. 

“Come on, angel, be good for me. Let me see how well your hole takes it.” 

The praise worked better than what Yunho expected, Yeosang’s swallowing the toy almost to the biggest part. 

“You look so beautiful right now, taking it all in. I can’t wait to put my cock here instead, I can’t wait to fuck you, Yeosang, you look like a dream.” 

And the rest of the plug slid right in, Yeosang letting out a groan, then a moan, swaying his ass in the air as if he was testing the sensation of being full.

“There you go. Good boy. So good. Have you ever had a plug in you before?” 

“Not a plug,” Yeosang said in a low breath. “Never- had anyone’s mouth there before either.”

Yunho bit his lip. He had many things to say but he had to deescalate the situation right now if they were making it to work in time. 

“Lay back down,” Yunho instructed, sliding his hand to the base of Yeosang’s back. Another groan. “You’ll get used to it in a second. You won’t even notice it’s there- well, you’ll notice when I turn it on.” 

“You can’t do it during the meeting, though, that would be a disaster. I've never had anything- vibrating inside me, I wouldn’t know what to do and- You promise? To not do it at the meeting?” 

Yunho smiled, nodding to reassure him. “I won’t, since you don’t want me to. You can trust me.” 

Yeosang visibly relaxed. “Okay. Thank you.” 

Yunho helped Yeosang to sit. “You okay?”

Yeosang tested, shuddering with the new position. He felt full… but in a very good way. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Yunho smirked. “Feels good?”

Yeosang bit his lip. “Really good.” 

Yunho could just reach at Yeosang’s hard and leaking cock and help him, but he didn’t want to. He wanted Yeosang to feel the build up, to be distracted by it. 

“Let’s get dressed then, we have to leave in 10 minutes.” 

Yunho left the bedroom to Yeosang and went into the bathroom, not even thinking about it before he unbuckled his jeans and wrapped a hand around himself. 

The idea was taking the edge off so he could go about his day without feeling like he was going to explode, so he pumped himself in the rhythm that would get him there fast, closing his eyes and picturing what he’d just seen, what he’d just done. 

What he was going to do later that day.

It was no surprise when he came fast, spilling over his hand as he bit his lip to keep quiet, trying to make it less obvious to Yeosang on the next room.

Yunho cleaned himself up and went to wait in the living room, taking the time he waited for Yeosangto download the app for the toys on his phone, ignoring the way his cock twisted in interest. 

He chastised himself, telling it to calm down. He had a meeting to get through before he could get to the good part. 

Yunho had been too busy with work to go out and hook up with people, and even when he managed to, it was never like this. With Yeosang it was comfortable, easy, free of commitment. Just what he needed - no-strings-attached, fun and (he hoped) kinky sex. 

Yunho also didn’t find it half bad that Yeosang was one of the hottest people he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“It fit okay,” Yunho said with a smile when Yeosang finally came out of his room, pointing to his sweater. 

“Yeah, it’s super fluffy and comfortable. Thank you, by the way.”

“No problem. Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” 

As they both stood at the door Yunho turned to Yeosang, lowering his voice. This was their little secret, afterall. “Do you feel okay? Still feel good?” 

Yeosang chewed on his lip. “I’ll give you this much, it’s definitely working. That's all I’m thinking about.” 

Yunho smiled. “Told you I had your back.” 

“My partner in crime,” Yeosang said, offering his hand to Yunho for a high five. 

Yunho laughed. “We should make our own hand shake.” 

Yeosang gasped. “Oh my god, we totally should!” 

“But not now. We need to go now.” 

Yeosang glanced at the time on his phone. “Shit, yeah, let’s go.”

They walked at a fast pace to the office, getting swamped by their team the moment they arrived, having no option but to focus on the meeting they had ahead of them. 

To Yeosang’s relief everyone seemed to have studied the material, confident to answer questions and speak about it. They were ready, completely prepared. 

Yeosang made the choice to stand up by the power point during the meeting itself, since the moment he sat down the plug inside him brushed on a delicious spot that had him almost moaning in front of the entire team. 

Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so he managed to save face. 

Everything ran smoothly, even if standing by the slides had him speaking more than what he was comfortable with. Time flew by and before Yeosang knew it, he and his teammates were getting their hands shook and being congratulated on the project. 

The second the important people were out of the room, Yeosang, Yunho and their coworkers were sighing in relief and patting each other on the back. 

“That was amazing,” Taehyun, one of their teammates, said.

“Right? I’m so relieved.” 

Yeosang felt a hand wrap around his waist, a smiling face looking up at him. “And you really came through, huh? You did amazing!” Yeji, one of his closest friends and teammates, said. 

Everyone started to agree and Yeosang blushed under the attention, murmuring thank you’s. 

“You’re really good at speaking in public, how did this never come up before?” 

“I’m really not,” Yeosang said, blushing further, getting a lot of protests from his friends.

“Not as shy as he looks, is he,” Yunho teased from afar. 

“Now, don’t come for my brand, mister Jeong.” 

They all smiled and a few announced they were taking a short break before going back to work. Yeosang took Yeji’s offer to go with her to get some coffee in the break room, making small talk as they waited.

Yeosang smiled at his phone when he saw he’d gotten a few texts earlier that day in his, Wooyoung and San’s chat. I hope your meeting goes smoothly, love you, had sent Wooyoung while San had sent a selca of him pouting and making a finger heart with the message, go eat them all up, lawyer Kang followed by a string of emoji hearts. 

Yeosang was filled with warmth by the fact they had remembered something he mentioned was important to him. He sent back a selca of him doing a thumbs up and smiling, saying it had all gone well. 

Both San and Wooyoung responded almost immediately, saying wonderful things like they knew he was going to do great, that they were proud of it, that they loved him. 

Yeosang’s heart did a twist on his chest and he was sure he was smiling like an idiot, but before Yeji got suspicious he put his phone back in his pocket.

Yeosang took his cup and just as he was about to put his third spoon of sugar in, he was startled by a sudden vibration inside of him. He dropped the cup on the table, sugar going everywhere. 

Yeosang gasped, holding the edge of it as his eyes widened. 

Yeji clicked his tongue, looking at the mess over the table. “You’re really clumsy, aren’t you?” 

Yeosang didn’t reply, gripping the table tighter when the wave of vibrations became slightly stronger. It felt so good he wanted to scream, and yet he was with his junior coworker making coffee. 

Yeosang looked around for signs of Yunho, finding him on the other side of the corridor casually talking to Taehyun with his phone in his hand. 

“Yeosang?” Yeji asked. “Are you okay?”

Yeosang immediately straightened himself up. “Yeah, I’m fine. I am a mess, you know me.” 

Yeosang did his best to scoop all the sugar back into the cup, taking deep calming breaths, trying to stop himself from shaking. 

Yeji was so entertained with the coffee machine buttons and babbling something about the meeting she didn’t even notice the way Yeosang leaned on the wall for support. 

Yeosang was biting down on his lip enough to bruise, trying to focus past the delicious vibration to order his legs to keep him up straight. Then suddenly it became too strong and Yeosang clenched his fists, throwing his head back. 

He looked at Yunho from the corner of his eyes, begging. Yunho smirked, looked down to his phone and thankfully decreased it to a much more manageable level.

It was slow and mellow, nice. Yeosang could handle that. 

Yeosang looked back at Yeji, taking his coffee from the girl’s hand and leaning on the edge of the table so they could talk.

It was easier to focus this way, Yeosang could listen and answer… but after a few minutes of that slow vibration, he started to fidget. 

It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, it felt great, but not great enough. If he was being rational Yeosang knew Yunho wasn’t about to make him cum in front of their coworkers, but he was suddenly very aware of his body. 

Yeosang’s neck felt tight and his skin was itchy and he wanted to sit down, to lay down. He wanted to spread his legs and put his ass in the air for Yunho, he wanted Yunho to fuck him with his tongue again. 

Yeosang realized he couldn’t handle it. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom then back to the office, okay?” Yeosang said sweetly to Yeji, taking his coffee with him as he walked down the hall to Yunho, who wasn’t looking directly at him but had that goddamn smirk on his face. 

“Hey,” Yeosang said through his teeth. “Taehyun, can I steal Yunho for a moment? There is a- a project we’re working on together and aaaaah-” Yeosang stumbled as the vibration increased suddenly. It was everything he wanted at the wrong time.

“You’re okay, buddy?” Taehyun asked, putting a hand on Yeosang’s back. 

Yeosang straightened himself up at the touch, digging his nails on his palm and putting the most effort into appearing normal so his coworker wouldn’t think he was crazy. 

“Fine, don’t worry- I just have a stomach ache, you know, so I feel funny.” 

Taehyun’s face went sympathetic. “Oh, I’m sorry, Yeosangie. Should you be at work?”

“Oh, I’m fine, it comes and goes,” he glared at smiling Yunho, “but I’m all better now.”

Taehyun patted Yeosang’s back. “Okay,” he glanced at Yunho, “he’s all yours.” And then he smiled and left.

Yeosang watched Taehyun go until he absolutely could not hear them. “Are you insane?!” he whispered-screamed. 

Yunho smirked. “Maybe.” 

“Give me your phone.” 

“No.” 

Yeosang grunted, then lunged for the phone in Yunho’s hand. Yunho clicked his tongue disapprovingly, then raised his phone out of Yeosang’s reach and cranked the vibration up again. 

Yeosang stumbled until his back hit the wall and bit his lip, throwing his head back. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

“Why?”

“I’ve- I’ve never- fuck, I’m going to die.” 

Yunho checked if there was anyone around them before he stepped closer, pressing his front against Yeosang’s and making him moan. As Yunho expected, his cock was hard and straining. Poor baby. 

“Would you like me to stop?” Yunho asked honestly, making sure to still look around. 

Yeosang took a breath. “No, just- slower. Please.” 

Yunho smiled, then took his phone and did as Yeosang requested. Yeosang slumped against the wall, taking a deep breath as soon as he felt like he could.

“Fuck. Thank you.” 

“Better?”

“Yes, this feels- really good.”

Yunho glanced at Yeosang up and down, cornered in a hallway in their work office, with a plug snuggled inside him, panting and flushed. 

Yunho wasn’t sure how he was getting through the end of his shift. 

When they heard light chatter coming closer behind them Yunho took a step back and Yeosang straightened himself up, putting on a hopefully neutral face. 

The next hour of work passed like this, Yeosang sitting in his chair, staring blankly at the document he should be reading and at Yunho’s mercy, who sat a few tables away from him. 

Yunho kept the slow rhythm for a while, then he would take it higher to a spot that made Yeosang’s mind go blank, then suddenly turned it off for a few minutes. 

Yeosang was ready to crawl out of his skin, he’d never been brought close to the edge so many times without reaching it, even more so without touching his cock. 

When he looked at the time and realized he still had four hours to go he started to freak out. He couldn’t take this for much longer, he was turned on beyond belief and having to act like he was absolutely fine was exhausting. 

He needed… he needed relief. 

Yeosang glanced to the other end of the office where the bathroom was, wondering if he was actually going to touch himself during work hours. 

“Hey, where are you going for lunch?” Yeonjun, another friend, asked. 

“What?” Yeosang asked, feeling like he had been on another planet before he had been spoken to.

“Lunch is in ten minutes. Where are you going to eat?” 

Lunch break. It would be the perfect time to do the embarrassing deed, since everyone left the office to either go to the cafeteria or a restaurant nearby. 

“Oh. Actually, I’m not feeling very well, my stomach is upset. I’m just going to the coffee room and make myself some tea.” 

“Aw, really? Poor Yeosangie,” Yeonjun pouted, attracting some commotion from their team. 

“Hey, I’m fine. No need to worry, I’ll have some tea and rest during the break.” 

“You shouldn’t be alone here, what if you start feeling really sick?”

“You should go home.”

“Let me check if I have something in my bag to help you.” 

“Guys,” Yeosang called, laughing. “It’s just an upset stomach, I’m not dying! I’ll take a nap in the break room couch,” masturbate in our common bathroom, “and I’ll be good as new by the time you all come back from lunch break.” 

“I brought lunch today, I’ll stay and keep an eye on him,” Yunho said, walking closer to Yeosang and patting his head twice, fondly. 

You’re the one that put me in this situation, you motherf- 

Yeosang didn’t have time to say anything because everyone was shooting compliments at Yunho and his kindness… and he had the audacity to look pleased about it. 

One by one all the small team left their office to go get lunch, leaving them both alone. 

“You’re a real piece of work, Jeong Yunho,” Yeosang grunted, looking up at his friend. 

He shrugged, trying not to laugh. “What?”

“You ruined my plan, I needed everyone to leave so I could solve my- problem.” Yunho tipped his head, genuinely confused. “I can’t take it anymore, I wanted to be alone to go into the bathroom and…” 

Yunho caught up fast and Yeosang saw the exact moment he shifted from his work best friend into that person he’d met in Yunho’s bed. 

“Without my permission?” 

A rush ran down Yeosang’s body and ended right on his cock. “I… I didn’t think I needed it.” 

“You do,” Yunho said, leaning down with his eyes zeroed on Yeosang’s lips. He stopped just before they met. “Get up.” 

“W-what?” 

“Up,” Yunho said, firmly. A smile spread on his face. “Or you wanna do this here?” 

Yeosang looked around the large office with even larger windows. Whatever Yunho had in mind, he did not want to do it out in the open like this. 

Yeosang followed Yunho through the back corridor, so focused on what Yunho was planning he didn’t notice Yunho take his phone out again. 

He fell to his knees in the hallway once the vibrations hit, nails digging into the carpet. It was too strong and he was too far gone already.

“I didn’t want you to kneel, but I don’t mind it.” 

Yunho had his arms folded over his chest, the dirtiest and smuggest grin spread on his face. His phone was on his right hand. 

“Y-Yun-” Yeosang tried to argue, but he found he couldn’t even speak, moaning and lowering his head. “God.”

“What?”

“P-please.”

“Please, what?”

Yunho watched Yeosang struggle at his feet for a few moments before he killed the vibrations, crouching to be at his level. 

He saw something fiery in Yeosang’s eyes, something he hadn’t seen before. Okay, maybe the angel had a bite to him. 

“Let’s go,” Yunho said and without further explaining maneuvered Yeosang over his shoulder and carried him into the break room. 

Yunho threw a screaming Yeosang on the couch then went to lock the door. 

Yunho was expecting Yeosang to hesitate and ask if they were really going to do this at work, but when he turned back around Yeosang was on him. 

Yeosang pushed him on the door and kissed Yunho breathless, that fire Yunho had seen in his eyes burning through his whole body, hands delving deep into his hair. 

Yunho’s hands anchored themselves in Yeosang’s waist and pushed him back gently, pressing him to the table until Yeosang hopped on it. 

Yeosang shivered when he felt the pressure of the plug and it just made the fire inside him more hungry. He grabbed Yunho back by his collar, spreading his legs wide to fit him as they kissed again. 

Yunho’s hand travelled down Yeosang’s front and stopped to press the hardness straining his pants. Yeosang whimpered into his mouth, bucking his hips into it.

“Needy,” Yunho accused in a murmur. 

“You’ve tortured me all morning, I’ve earned the right to be needy,” Yeosang answered, putting his hand on top of Yunho’s and bucking his hips again, searching for some relief. 

Yunho smiled despite himself, seeing all it took to unlock this new side of Yeosang was to push him a little bit. 

Or a lot bit. 

Still, Yunho didn’t want Yeosang to forget who was in charge.

Yunho worked Yeosang’s pants open with a hand, but instead of taking the chance to grab the shape of Yeosang’s hard cock through his underwear, Yunho put his hands on Yeosang’s thighs. 

Yunho splayed his hands, wrapped them on the back of Yeosang’s knees.

“What are you- oof-” 

Yunho laughed at Yeosang’s little surprised noise after being pulled off the table. “You’re cute,” Yunho commented, hands sliding on the inside of Yeosang’s pants to grab his ass, now he had access.

“You could have asked me to stand,” Yeosang mumbled, even if he was stretching his neck so Yunho could mouth on the skin and pushing back on his hands, moaning when Yunho’s finger delved deeper to put pressure on the base of the toy.

“What’s the fun in that,” Yunho said with a smile, pulling back to look at Yeosang. 

Yeosang waited for Yunho to kiss him again, but he was surprised when Yunho’s hands manhandled him again, turning him around. 

Yeosang was pushed rather roughly over the table, falling on his elbows. Yunho’s hands pushed down his pants and underwear in one go. 

The view of Yeosang’s smooth skin, leaning over the table with a toy snuggled inside his ass was enough to make Yunho lose track of what he was doing. 

Yunho pushed his clothed hips on Yeosang’s naked ones, leaning over him to bite a mark on the back of his neck. 

“Wish you could see what I’m seeing right now, you look so fucking hot.”

Yeosang’s breath faltered and he bit his lips to keep from making noise, pushing up on his toes so he could press against Yunho better. 

Yunho’s hands were huge and they were pressing around Yeosang’s waist in a way that was almost punishing, but Yeosang didn’t pull away. Yunho kissed and marked Yeosang’s neck as he rocked his hips against his ass a few times, searching for some sort of relief for himself. 

“You’re such a teasing fuck, Yeosang, you have no idea,” Yunho whispered in his ear. “You made the prettiest faces, overwhelmed with so little. The plan was for us to have fun later, but you couldn’t wait that long, could you?”

“No,” Yeosang answered honestly. 

“Bad boy,” Yunho said, slapping his ass once, making Yeosang jump. 

Yunho pulled away just so he could widen Yeosang’s stand with his feet, spreading his legs further apart and stepping between them. Yeosang obeyed willingly, bending over to lay on the table once Yunho’s firm hand pushed him. 

“That’s better,” Yunho praised and that ran through Yeosang’s body like warm coffee, soothing and awakening at the same time. 

Yunho’s hands spread on Yeosang’s ass, squeezing and brushing on the tip of the plug, pushing it in. Yeosang squirmed at it. 

Yunho chuckled. “You’re so sensitive.”

“You t-teased me all day.” 

Yunho smiled, reaching for his phone in his pocket. Yeosang was just laying on the table, legs spread wide and eyes closed, thinking Yunho was giving him a break to enjoy the view.

Yeosang’s eyes opened wide when the toy awakened inside him, the muscles on the back of his thigh jumping. 

“Yunho- I can’t take it anymore. Please.” 

Yunho hummed, then increased the speed, making Yeosang dig his blunt fingernails on the wood of the table. 

“Please, Yun, please- holy shit.”

Yunho played with Yeosang some more, holding his legs open to get a full view of Yeosang’s ass contracting and relaxing around the plug, trying to take all the pleasure in. 

“I could do this for hours. But we don’t have much time.” 

Yunho stopped the toy and Yeosang slumped on the table, heaving, a thin coat of sweat forming on his back. 

Yunho grabbed the base of the toy and swirled it around inside him, making Yeosang squirm and whine his name. Yunho’s cock twisted in interest but he remained focused, pressing the toy in and tugging it gently over and over just to watch Yeosang grow even more agitated.

“Yun, please, I need more.” 

Yunho smiled, then leaned his hips forward again, pressing his cock on Yeosang. “Is this what you want? Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, yes.” 

“How dirty of you, Yeosangie, asking me to fuck you at work.” 

Yeosang huffed. “I think we’re past the point where I have common sense.” 

Yunho snorted at Yeosang’s honesty. “Guess I should pat myself on the back for managing to loosen you up,” he said, tugging on the toy enough to make Yeosang hold his breath. He glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing how much time had passed. “Want you to relax for me, okay? Going to pull this out now.” 

Yunho felt the grip loosen and watched as Yeosang’s hole tightened once it was empty, waiting to be filled again. 

“So pretty,” Yunho said, licking two of his fingers and circling around Yeosang’s entrance. When Yunho pushed them in, there was no resistance, just Yeosang whimpering and pressing back on his fingers, needy, taking all Yunho would give him. “Feels good?”

“Not enough, Yun.” Yeosang looked over his shoulder and maybe it was the desperation in his eyes or maybe the fact they were pressed for time, but Yunho nodded. 

He helped Yeosang to stand back on his shaky legs and turned him back around, pulling him into a dirty kiss. 

When Yeosang’s hands started to peel off his clothes Yunho let them, stepping out of his pants and raising his arms up so Yeosang could take off his shirt. 

Yunho reached for the condom and small bottle of lube he’d left in his back pocket, trading a confirmation look with Yeosang before he rolled it onto his cock, slicking it up after. 

Yunho helped Yeosang back on the edge of the table and lined himself up, starting to push in. 

They both moaned and held each other tighter as Yunho sank in, Yeosang because he finally felt full and Yunho because Yeosang felt better than what he’d anticipated, tight and hot.

There wasn’t much speaking after there, just them finding a pace that satisfied both, Yeosang wrapping his legs around Yunho’s waist as he kept moving, rougher each time. 

Yeosang ended up leaning back on his hands as Yunho’s hands grabbed his waist and moved him in and out. 

The fact they were at work didn’t seem to get in the way of anything, both ending up moaning and panting and asking for more. 

Yunho held one of Yeosang’s legs over his shoulder and that seemed to make it easier for him to hit that spot that had tears springing to Yeosang’s eyes. 

“So- close,” Yeosang said even if his cock was hanging neglected on his stomach. He had been teased and brought to the edge so many times that day the friction was enough. 

“Already?” Yunho said with a smile. “You were really desperate, huh?” 

“Your- ah! Fault.”

“You can cum first, sweet thing, but you’re paying by riding the orgasm out of me after.” 

And when Yunho hit that spot again Yeosang didn’t have much choice, arching as he reached his peak, everything going numb as the high took him. 

Yeosang cried Yunho’s name over and over, feeling Yunho moving and dragging everything out of him. It was not enough and too much at the same time. 

When Yeosang opened his eyes, Yunho slowed and leaned over him. “Hey, you’re okay?” he asked, sounding genuine. 

Yeosang laughed because what kind of man gives someone a earth shattering orgasm and asks you’re okay? after. Yeosang nodded, hand going to thread on Yunho’s hair fondly. 

“I’ll be better once you cum too.”

Yunho smiled at that, kissing Yeosang. “Well, I told you how I want it.” 

And just like that Yeosang was being carried to the couch, Yunho lying under his straddle. In this angle Yunho was deep enough to make him tremble and whine again, overstimulated. 

Yunho seemed to notice it in Yeosang’s expression, but instead of giving him time to adjust he grabbed Yeosang’s hips and moved him. 

“Fuck, wait- oh god.” A pearl of cum dripped from the slit of his soft cock. “It’s too much, I-” 

Yunho cut him off by thrusting up, fucking into him. Yeosang moaned, hands coming to Yunho’s chest. 

“You can take it.”

The pleasure was boarding pain, but Yeosang couldn’t help but crave more. The next time Yeosang was the one to rock his hips, again and again, building a rhythm. 

Yeosang was panting and his toes were curling but he didn’t stop, trying to make Yunho go deeper, stretch him wider, give him more. 

Yunho had all the intentions to let Yeosang fulfill his request, but as he watched him flushed and naked on top of him it was too much to resist. Yunho started to help the movement, starting to thrust up to meet Yeosang’s movement, watching him moan and his nails dig into his chest, cock going hard again.

“Come here,” Yunho whispered once Yeosang got too noisy, afraid someone would come back early from lunch. 

With Yeosang on his lips and buried deep inside him, Yunho came apart, filling him in. Yeosang kept going, riding, rubbing and Yunho was surprised when he felt Yeosang whine into his mouth, coming again on his stomach and collapsing on top of him.

They kept slow rocking motions until they were staring at each other, breathing starting to come back to normal. 

They smiled. 

“Can’t believe we just did that.” 

“At work, you mean?” Yeosang nodded, “In my defense, I was going to wait until we were off, but you made it very difficult.” 

Yeosang smiled, looking proud of himself and Yunho raised a brow. 

“I think I’m creating a monster.” 

Yeosang laughed. “Maybe you are.” 

Yunho huffed, running his hands up and down Yeosang’s back. He kissed him one last time. “Now let’s go, we need to clean this mess up before anyone gets back.” 

Yeosang never thought he would be cleaning cum off their work coffee table until that day.

--

Yeosang threw the papers down on the table and threaded his hands on each side of his hair, pulling it lightly. 

“This is stressing me out,” Yeosang gritted, looking back at the screen of his computer.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Yunho said, voice playful.

Yeosang was about to spit an annoyed remark when he saw the smile on Yunho’s face. It was hard to get mad at him. 

“Who let this document reach the manager team? Literally nothing matches,” Yeosang said, sounding defeated. “We’ll have to redo the entire thing, it’s gonna take hours.” 

“I know.” Yunho sighed. “But we have until monday, so it’s fine.” 

Yeosang whined, but eventually nodded. He knew he could do it, he just didn’t want to. 

“Let’s do something else. How about we order food and watch a something dumb? We can start working on it later, we’ll finish fast if we do it together,” Yunho suggested. 

Yeosang considered for a moment, but his inner procrastinator had already decided for him. 

“Ok, sounds good. It’s on me this time.” 

Half an hour later Yeosang and Yunho were on the couch, mouth tingling from spicy food and laughing at the poor editing of an awful reality show.

“You’re such a messy eater,” Yunho pointed out, handing Yeosang a napkin to wipe his chin. 

Yeosang took it, face going red with embarrassment. He was usually careful when he was eating, but he let himself go with friends.

Maybe he’d gotten really comfortable with Yunho.

Yeosang wiped his face, checking on the front camera of his phone if he’d gotten everything. 

Suddenly Yunho was coming into the frame, smiling and making a V sign to the camera. Yeosang laughed and leaned into Yunho, capturing the moment. 

“God, I look like a mess,” Yeosang commented, zooming into his face. His lips were swollen from the spice and his cheeks were rosy.

“You look cute,” Yunho refuted. “The blush is an added bonus, it adds to the angel aesthetic.” 

Yeosang snorted, feeling his cheeks burn further, pushing Yunho away. “Gosh, shut up.”

Yunho’s smile only grew as he looked at Yeosang. “Look, your ears are going red too!” He laughed. “That’s adorable, Yeosang.”

“Stop,” Yeosang whined, cupping his face and feeling the heat on his palms. 

“Look at him, pretending to be shy.” 

“I am shy!”

“Didn’t seem like it when you were fucking me in our work break room just a wall away from our coworkers,” Yunho said casually, licking his fingers.

“Hey!” Yeosang slapped Yunho’s shoulder. “That’s not fair, you’re the kinky one! I just got carried away by your shenanigans.”

Yunho threw his head back to laugh. “Shenanigans!” He laughed harder, leaning in to grab Yeosang’s face between his hands, squishing his cheeks. “You are so cute, I can’t even handle it sometimes.”

“And you’re a kinky bastard,” Yeosang said through pouty lips.

“You have a kinky side too.”

Yeosang raised a single brow. “I’m so not kinky. I’m extremely vanilla- and that’s okay. I accept my fate.”

Yunho pouted back. “You’re so full of shit.”

“I’m not!” Yeosang protested. “You’re the one that always brings the spice, I’m just following your lead. I’m a man of boring tastes.”

Yunho’s smile suddenly turned into a smirk and his hands dropped from Yeosang’s cheeks to his neck. 

Yunho sighed deeply. “Gonna have to prove you wrong, I guess.” 

Yeosang frowned, but before he could ask what Yunho was talking about he was being kissed in the only way he learned Yunho knew how: fast, rough and demanding. 

Yunho straddled Yeosang and pushed him down, hands on either side of his body, caging him. Yeosang responded, smiling into Yunho’s mouth and playfully wrapping his legs around his body. 

“What is this supposed to prove?” Yeosang asked between heavy breaths when Yunho’s lips found his neck, licking and nipping on the skin.

“You’ll see,” Yunho murmured, peppering kisses along Yeosang’s jawline and avoiding his lips when Yeosang tried to catch them. 

Yeosang chuckled. “Stop, let me.” He placed gentle hands on the side of Yunho’s face and pulled him closer, softly as he always would. 

Yunho scoffed against his lips, denying his request for a kiss and sucking Yeosang’s lower lip into his mouth, tongue teasing as Yeosang sighed his pleasure, fingers threading into Yunho’s hair. 

“Wait.” Yeosang’s hand flattened across Yunho’s chest, who pulled away to look at him. Yeosang glanced at the front door. “Shouldn’t we maybe move this to your bedroom? Hongjoong hyung could get home at any moment.”

Yunho smirked again, humming noncommittally as he played with Yeosang’s hair, brushing it away from his face. “Do you remember when we talked about limits?” 

Yeosang frowned at the sudden change of subject. “Yeah? I mean, you said I should order you to stop if you ever went too far, since you’re such a kinky fuck.”

“Exactly,” Yunho said, nibbling on Yeosang’s chin in a way that made him giggle again. “And I suggested we settle on a safeword. You remember that too?”

“Yes,” Yeosang answered, hesitant. “I said I would think about one.”

“And did you?”

“Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

“Just answer.” Yeosang didn’t, so Yunho softened slightly, slipping into a more friendly persona. He knew Yeosang would be more comfortable with that. “I want to be sure I’m not crossing any limits tonight. Having a safeword serves the both of us, it would make me feel more comfortable too.” 

“Oh. Okay.” He thought for a few seconds before he whined. “I don’t know, Yunho. My mind tends to go blank in the moment too, I would probably forget it.”

Yunho smiled. “Okay, we can use the color system.” Yeosang just stared. “You don’t know what that is.” It wasn’t a question.

Yeosang slapped Yunho’s chest. “Don’t make fun of me!” 

Yunho kissed Yeosang. “You are so fucking precious, I can’t,” he grunted and kissed Yeosang again, “so cute. My god.” 

Yeosang avoided Yunho’s eyes, trying not to blush at the comment. He had noticed Yunho liked to see him go red.

“So how does it work? The color thing.” 

“If at any moment we are together I hear yellow, I will know you’re uncomfortable or I’m pushing you too far. It’s a sign for me to slow down. If I heard red I would stop immediately,” Yunho explained, combing his fingers through Yeosang’s hair. “Or maybe you’re into whatever I’m doing so you say green and I just keep going.”

“Oh, I like that. I would rather warn you are getting close to a limit before you cross it.”

Yunho smiled. “Good, so it works for the both of us.”

“Deal.” Yeosang smiled back. “What wicked things are you planning to do to me, Jeong Yunho?”

“Nothing wicked at all,” Yunho said, but Yeosang knew better than to believe Yunho’s words. 

“No?” 

Yunho hummed, lowering his face to the curve of Yeosang’s neck again, starting with gentle kisses. “Nothing I suspect you won’t enjoy, at least.” 

Yeosang dropped his head back, already starting to feel hazy from Yunho’s breathing on his skin and his teeth grazing on his ear. “And if you’re just being arrogant?”

Yunho licked a long strip on Yeosang’s throat, ripping a whimper out of him. “Arrogance is not one of my faults, sweet thing.”

Yeosang often felt like he was free falling when he was with Yunho, adrenaline rushing through his veins as his body went through the motions, Yunho’s lips setting his skin on fire as his fingers made Yeosang shiver. 

Yeosang didn’t think when he was with Yunho, it was all too overwhelming to even try to take thoughts into consideration, so he often did what he was commanded to, trusting Yunho to take him high. 

Yunho’s natural rhythm wasn’t at all the same as Yeosang’s, who often went slow and soft, taking in every detail. Yunho took pleasure in what was intense, passionate, burning, and even if Yeosang wasn’t used to it, he had started to give it its merit. 

How could he not when he always ended up with his toes curling in pleasure? 

Yunho’s hand has found its way under Yeosang’s shirt, squeezing his waist as his thumb reached to play with Yeosang’s nipple, the distance seeming small under his large grip. 

Yeosang gasped into Yunho’s mouth, leaning into his hand, his lips, completely forgetting about anything that wasn’t the man on top of him.

When Yunho dropped more of his weight on Yeosang and thrusted his hips against him they both moaned, smiling into the kiss after. There was just something about dry humping someone on a couch that felt naughty on another level. 

When Yeosang’s shirt and pants were on the floor and Yunho’s tongue was tracing patterns on his stomach Yeosang grabbed Yunho’s shirt, trying to pull it over his head.

“No,” Yunho said casually, pushing Yeosang’s hand away and going back to his task, sucking a mark right over the waistband of Yeosang’s underwear. 

“No?” Yeosang managed to ask between heavy breaths. “Why not? I’m almost naked and you’re still fully dressed.”

At that, Yunho glanced up at Yeosang, smirking wickedly before hooking his fingers on the elastic of Yeosang’s boxers and starting to pull it down. Yeosang still took Yunho’s lead, raising his hips and letting him remove his final item of clothing without any protest.

Yeosang waited for a kiss next, but he should have known by then he could never predict Yunho’s moves. 

Yunho pulled away, sitting on his calves and staring down at Yeosang, hands roaming up and down his thighs, parting them even further. 

Yeosang blushed immediately, hands trying to reach for Yunho and pull him down again but finding no success. 

Yunho managed to lift one of Yeosang’s legs and hook it on the back of the couch as he pushed the other off the cushions into the floor, spreading his legs obscenely wide for his gaze, which shifted from playful to dark in a split second.

Just like that vanilla Yeosang found himself lying in the living room, naked and exposed as Yunho kneeled between his thighs, staring hungry at his body. 

Yeosang tried to cover himself up, but unsurprisingly Yunho didn’t let him. “None of that,” he said, playfulness returning to his features as he watched Yeosang squirm in embarrassment. “In fact, put both your hands under your head.” 

“Yunho,” Yeosang whined in a tone of complaint. 

Yunho chuckled, leaning to bite under his thigh right over his knee, knowing the area was sensitive. “Do it.” It didn’t sound like a request. 

Yeosang felt the flush dropping to his chest as he obeyed, sliding both his hands under his nape. 

Yunho spread his hands on the inside of Yeosang’s thighs, making him whine again, holding back against the impulse to buck his hips against the touch. “You’re always so good for me,” he cooed.

“It’s n-not like I have a choice.”

Yunho’s smile widened. “The fact you think like that makes it all so much better.”

Yeosang had no choice but to watch Yunho watching him, licking his dry lips as he realized his embarrassment of being watched was laced with something else: arousal, deep and overwhelming. 

It felt dirty being laid out like that, spread and exposed to someone else, but Yeosang liked it. 

He liked being watched.

So much for vanilla.

“You are so beautiful,” Yunho said, revendly. “Your body is perfect, all of it. Your cock is so pretty I almost want it inside of me. Almost.”

The naturality in which Yunho said the crude words made Yeosang all that more embarrassed. “Yunho.”

“It’s true, sweet thing,” Yunho said, tone teasing, trying to get a reaction. His hand slid up Yeosang’s thighs, squeezing until he could see the mark of his fingers, then brushing them down. “But you’re too big and I don’t really like the feeling of being stretched…”

It was obvious Yunho was dragging things out, Yeosang thought this was the most he’d ever been teased.

He truly had no idea of what was to come. 

Yunho brushed his fingers to Yeosang’s stomach, lightly, feeling it flutter before he dropped them back down, grazing his cock but still ignoring it.

Yeosang was bursting with anticipation, he wanted to be touched so badly he was considering begging for it. 

He didn’t, knowing Yunho wouldn’t give it even then, so Yeosang stayed silent, being good, waiting, obeying. 

Yunho chuckled when a drop of precum fell on Yeosang’s stomach, wiping it with his finger. “Look at this, leaking for me. You want me this much, Yeosangie?”

Yeosang whined and nodded, heart skipping a beat when Yunho brought the finger to his mouth, licking the digit clean and humming in approval at the taste. 

“Yunho,” Yeosang moaned, fighting every urge to free his hands and grab the other. 

“You taste good,” Yunho complimented and Yeosang felt his chest fill with a confusing sense of pride. “And you’re being good too, so I’m giving you a reward.”

Yeosang bit back the thank you that threatened to leave his lips, starting to gasp as Yunho laid his hands on him again, nails scraping the inside of his thighs.

Yeosang felt like a string stretched to its limit, about to snap at any moment. His chest was heaving and all the embarrassment was behind him to the point he spread himself wider, wanting Yunho to see it all, touch it all, have it all.

Yeosang gasped in surprise when he felt a finger as his entrance, massaging it in circles. He arched slightly, leaning into the touch. 

“That feels- so-” Yunho hummed in agreement, he knew.

“Look at you, spread out for me, trying to push down on my finger. Needy.” Yeosang blushed, biting down his lip. “Bet you want me to touch your cock, suck you off and swallow till the last drop.”

“Yunho,” Yeosang whined because the words were filthy. 

And true. 

“Weren’t you shy, Yeosang?” Yunho asked, index finger traveling up against Yeosang’s length and rubbing circles against the slit of his cock. 

Yeosang moaned at the small touch, feeling a weird desire to cry. He was so far, but he wanted more so bad it was almost maddening. 

“Weren’t you? So why are you thrusting against a single finger?” Yunho asked, rubbing the digit around the head in a way that was not nearly close to enough. “Shameless, if you ask me.”

When Yunho pulled away his finger Yeosang whined. “No, please.” He reached for Yunho then, unhooking his leg from the back of the couch and sitting down to chase Yunho’s lips, his touch, anything.

Yunho clicked his tongue in disapproval before Yeosang could kiss him, holding him back. 

“You’re being mean,” Yeosang said in a pout, making Yunho break into a smile. 

“And you’re being disobedient.”

Yeosang huffed, spreading his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt (that somehow he was still wearing).

“Get on my lap,” Yunho said, hand brushing up and down Yeosang’s spine lazily. 

Yeosang quickly moved to straddle him, but Yunho clicked his tongue again. 

“Not like that.” He sighed. “I’ll have to do it myself.”

Before Yeosang could even think to ask what Yunho meant he was being manhandled into a new position, losing his balance and toppling forward. 

Yeosang was not a small man by any means, but Yunho maneuvered him like it took no effort at all, pushing Yeosang down and doing whatever he wanted with him. That’s how Yeosang found himself lying over Yunho’s thighs, his face buried on the couch and his ass up in the air. 

His first reflex was to laugh. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Yunho smoothed a hand up Yeosang’s spine and the other on the back of his thighs until he reached the curve of his ass. 

Yeosang was at Yunho’s mercy then, his hard and aching cock rubbing uncomfortably against Yunho’s jeans. 

Why was Yunho still wearing clothes?! 

Yeosang heard Yunho sigh deeply. “You don’t listen, do you?” 

“Wha-”

He swallowed the rest of the word when Yunho gave the first slap, the sound echoing in the empty room.

Yunho smoothed the sting with his palm, wide and cool. Yeosang was breathing heavily. 

“What’s your color?” Yunho asked, sounding just as breathless as Yeosang felt.

Yeosang then realized Yunho’s intentions: he wasn’t slowing down. 

Yeosang’s heart raced and his stomach flipped in a mix of nervousness and anticipation. 

“Green,” Yeosang whispered, lowering his head into the cushion and closing his eyes, waiting for more.

Yeosang’s submission didn’t go unnoticed. “Good boy, that’s good.”

Yeosang bit on his lip, but it broke in another gasp as Yunho struck him again, stronger that time. Yunho didn’t wait or soothed Yeosang’s skin before he hit him again and again, the intensity taking Yeosang by surprise, his hips jolting and causing delicious friction in his front.

The pain mixed with the pleasure and created something Yeosang had never experienced before.

“Fuck,” the murmur slipped fom Yeosang’s lips when he realized he liked the sensation.

Yunho chuckled and Yeosang could almost see his ego inflate, victorious in that game they were playing.

“Look at you,” Yunho said, hands squeezing the red skin. “Not that vanilla afterall, are you, baby?”

Yeosang whined in response, burying his head deeper in shame. 

“What if Wooyoung could see you now, huh?” Yunho asked, making Yeosang stiffen in his lap just thinking about it. 

Yeosang was sweet and shy and good, that’s what Wooyoung had always seen.

Regardless of what Yeosang knew Wooyoung was aware of, his imagination put Wooyoung on the other side of the room, watching Yunho do those things to him.

Yeosang imagined Wooyoung flushed, wide-eyed, jealous.

Possessive.

Yunho slapped Yeosang again and his eyes turned, a loud moan escaping him as Yeosang thrust against Yunho’s thighs, seeking more of what he’d had before. “What if he could see you on my lap, naked and humping my thighs as I punish you?” Yunho striked again and Yeosang’s fingers curled, “What would San think?”

Yeosang imagined San sitting next to Wooyoung, that same look in his eyes, as if Yunho was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, touching something he wasn’t allowed to.

Because in Yeosang’s fantasies, he always belonged to San and Wooyoung. 

The next slap was so strong it made Yeosang’s eyes water, squirming in a reflex as if he wanted to escape, but putting no actual effort because in reality he just wanted Yunho to keep pushing his limits. 

Yeosang wanted to see how much he could take, a part of him feeling the thrill of obeying, of satisfying Yunho and earning his approval. 

Yunho heard Yeosang sniff. Yunho rested a hand on the base of Yeosang’s back then ran it up to his nape, fingers threading soothingly on the hair. “Color?”

Yeosang let out a shaky breath, leaning into Yunho’s soft touch. It was reassuring to be reminded that Yunho cared for him and was in control, ready to stop if he asked. 

“Green.”

Yunho’s hand tightened on Yeosang’s hair, pulling his head back and turning him so their lips could meet. 

“Good boy,” Yunho whispered against Yeosang’s lips before licking them open and kissing him roughly.

Yeosang was breathless and overwhelmed, but he fed on whatever Yunho gave him, trying his best to be good and keep kissing Yunho even when he started slapping him again. Yeosang’s whines grew more desperate, building regardless of the uncomfortable position and the knowledge that Yunho could see his face and pitiful expressions.

Yeosang felt the first tear slip down his cheeks, overwhelmed by everything. 

“Fuck. You look so pretty, angel,” Yunho said in a rough whisper. “Such a pretty little whore.” Yeosang sobbed, thrusting his hips again and closing his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, you like that? You like when I remind you what a pretty little good slut you are?”

“Yes.” The response was automatic as was the release, Yeosang moving to bury his head back on the cushions so he could let himself go, tears spilling nonstop from the combination of pain, praise and pleasure.

Yunho let Yeosang do so, caressing his red skin. It wasn’t the first time he had one of his subs cry, but Yunho knew it was probably the first time for Yeosang, so he checked in again. “You’re good, Yeosangie? Does it feel good?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Do you want more?”

Yeosang wasn’t sure how much more he could take, he had never felt that delusional. “Wanna cum.”

Yunho smiled. “In a bit, angel. Can you wait a little more for me?”

Yeosang whined, because it sounded like a request. And he wanted to be good. “Yes.”

Yeosang took as much as he could, pressing his watery eyes tight and powering through the pain, at first balancing it with the pleasure of the rocking of his hips that eventually became shameless thrusts, seeking and hooked on the feeling.

“Wanna cum, Yeosangie? Wanna cum thrusting on my leg like the dirty whore you are?”

“Yes, please,” Yeosang said, choking on a sob when Yunho hit him again. He was so close to falling off the edge it would probably only take a single word from Yunho to send him tumbling down.

“Not yet.”

Yeosang whined another beg, but Yunho calmly hummed a no, gently rubbing his palm up and down Yeosang’s ass, the skin tender and sensitive.

Yeosang’s cock throbbed painfully against Yunho’s leg, his body tingling from being close to the edge but not going over it. Yunho’s jeans were damp with his precum, the slide getting slightly smoother against the rough fabric and making the feeling even better. 

The buildup was undeniably painful and it was difficult to not give in to what he wanted, but the praise Yunho gave, the moments his touches went soft and his voice filled with adoration made it all worth it to Yeosang.

Yunho’s hand slid up to Yeosang’s neck, then around his throat. Two of fingers tapped Yeosang’s lips.

“Open,” Yunho said, smiling when Yeosang did. “Suck.” 

Yeosang took both of Yunho’s fingers into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. It was soothing in a way, made him feel comforted and Yunho noticed. 

The peacefulness didn’t last long, Yunho landing another slap that had Yeosang sobbing again, this time around Yunho’s fingers. 

Yunho smiled. “What was that? Can’t understand you with your mouth so full.” 

Yeosang begged again, pleading for something he wasn’t even sure what. 

Yunho huffed. “Slut.”

Yeosang moaned at the next slap, and Yunho let him enjoy it for a moment before pushing Yeosang’s mouth open and pulling his fingers back. His spit covered fingers went straight to the curve of Yeosang’s ass, one finger dipping to find his entrance again. Yeosang shuddered.

“You’ve been so good,” Yunho said, pushing both digits in slightly and making Yeosang hold his breath. Yeosang stood completely still, knowing if his cock got any more friction or Yunho’s fingers dipped stretched him any further he would come. “You did everything I told you to do, you were such an obedient perfect whore.”

Yunho twisted his fingers and Yeosang sobbed as he denied himself the orgasm, holding back with so much effort his toes curled and his hands turned into fists. 

Yunho smiled seeing the effort, feeling Yeosang shake on his lap, body tensing up, tears still sliding down his face. “Weren’t you?” he teased. 

Yeosang couldn’t possibly speak, so he just nodded. Yunho pushed his fingers deeper and Yeosang whined. 

“Yunho,” Yeosang begged. 

“Since you’ve been so good, taking everything so well,” Yunho curled his fingers, pushing it deeper. “You can hump me until you come, baby boy.”

Yeosang didn’t care about anything else, doing exactly as Yunho said and finally letting himself go, thrusting against his thighs and squeezing his fingers until he reached his peak. 

The pleasure was blinding and unlike anything Yeosang had ever experienced before, his toes curling and lips parting with a loud sob.

It kept going, kept spreading, stealing Yeosang’s breath.

Yunho kept his fingers buried inside Yeosang, following his movement and not rushing it, letting Yeosang ride his high. 

After a while Yeosang slumped on his lap, breathing heavily into the cushions, so Yunho pulled his fingers back and started rubbing the back of his thighs. 

“You alright?” Yeosang just grunted in response, so Yunho chuckled. “Use your words, angel.”

Yeosang stayed still for a few more moments before he raised himself up and crawled to Yunho’s chest. “I’m good.” 

Yunho smiled and raised Yeosang’s face by his chin, kissing his lips. They were dry, but they parted with no resistance, pliant and willing. 

Yunho wanted to swallow Yeosang up. 

They kept kissing until Yunho maneuvered Yeosang in the right way, standing up with him in his arms. 

Yeosang was so worn out he didn’t even fight it, letting Yunho carry him back to the bedroom and put him in bed. 

Yeosang watched through lazy eyes as Yunho got rid of his come-stained pants and the rest of his clothes. “I’m sorry, I ruined your jeans,” Yeosang said, trying to avoid staring at the new bared skin, somehow still shy.

Yunho shook his head, smiling. “It’s okay, I knew how it was going to end,” he said, sitting by the bed and resting a hand on Yeosang’s bare stomach, drawing small circles with his finger. 

“Guess you proved me wrong.”

“I did,” Yunho said, lying beside Yeosang and continuing to run a hand over his body. He smiled when Yeosang shivered. “It’s not like I expected any different from my little whore,” Yunho whispered playfully, making Yeosang cover his face with his hand.

Yunho took advantage of it and grabbed Yeosang’s wrists, pinning them over his head and holding them still with a single hand. 

“What did I tell you about covering yourself up?” Yunho asked, nosing along Yeosang’s neck. “Don’t be a dumb brat that doesn’t remember what I tell you.” 

Yeosang whined when Yunho nibbled his earlobe. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Yunho mumbled, thrusting his hips on Yeosang’s side, getting some relief for himself. 

Yeosang tried to free his hands to help Yunho in return, touch him and hold him, but Yunho didn’t let him. Yeosang whined. 

“Let me do something for you,” Yeosang said, trying and failing to free his hands again. 

“That’s not what I want from you,” Yunho said, teasing Yeosang with a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“What do you want from me, then?”

A different sort of smile curled on Yunho’s lips. He kissed Yeosang before saying, “Stay lying like this,” a free hand brushed down Yeosang’s chest and stomach, “pretty and good. And take what I give you.” 

Yeosang was obviously confused, but he still nodded. “Okay.” 

Yeosang gasped when Yunho dragged him to the edge of the bed, manhandling him with such ease it was like Yeosang weighed nothing. Yeosang was now laying with his head hanging from the bed, staring at an upside down standing Yunho. He laughed. 

“You’re crazy.”

Yunho leaned down and kissed Yeosang again. It was definitely odd from that angle, he felt much more caged by the other curving on top of him, but Yeosang didn’t mind, hand reaching inside Yunho’s hair and opening up to him. 

When they parted Yeosang’s eyes were glossy, feeling himself getting hard again, already wanting more.

Yunho stood back up and stroked his thumb on Yeosang’s cheek and red lips. “If it’s too much, push me away, okay?” His voice was gentle, not in character, he knew Yeosang was new to a lot of things and Yunho didn’t want to push him too far. “If you get dizzy or nauseous or if you just want to stop, do it. Don’t be afraid to be rough either.”

It took a second for Yeosang to catch up, but after he realized the positions they were in he got the message. A thrill ran down his spine. 

Yeosang nodded, licking his lips and turning his eyes away from Yunho’s face to his hard cock, which was red and leaking. 

Yunho huffed, playfulness sneaking back into his voice. “Can’t wait even another second, huh? Come on, open up then.”

Yeosang did, because he said he would lie there pretty and good for Yunho. 

Yunho grabbed his shaft, pumping himself a few times just until a little bit of precum leaked from the slit, leaning and smearing it on Yeosang’s bottom lip.

“Tongue out, baby,” Yunho instructed. “Good. Now clean me up. Just the tip, don't put it in your mouth yet.”

And so Yeosang did, giving Yunho’s cockhead little kitten licks until it was shiny from his spit. He swirled his tongue around and glanced up at Yunho for approval.

Yunho cupped Yeosang’s cheek, a smile on his face. “Good, that’s good. I’ll let you suck on the head now.” 

Yeosang just moved his tongue and sucked, letting Yunho thrust gently into his mouth. For some reason, he just knew Yunho was easing him into something. 

Even though Yunho was undeniably in control, there was something about watching his eyes go dark and his face twist with pleasure that just made Yeosang feel powerful too. 

He never thought he would like the feeling so much.

Yunho started to go deeper and Yeosang did what he was told, lied pretty and pliant, taking what he was given. 

Soon, however, it started to become difficult. Yunho was not small at all and even if Yeosang just had half of him inside his mouth, it was getting slightly uncomfortable. 

When Yunho hit the back of Yeosang’s throat he tried and failed not to gag, hands fisting the sheets on either side of him to brace himself. Yeosang’s first instinct was to push Yunho away, but he’d promised he would be good.

Yeosang felt his eyes watering, but he pressed them shut and made his jaw slack, trying to make more room. 

I can’t do this, I can’t.

Yunho chuckled at the slight panic Yeosang showed, the sound low and raspy. “You can do it, I know you can. Relax that throat for me, angel.” 

I’m trying, Yeosang would answer if he could. 

Yunho pushed in and Yeosang gagged again, so then Yunho leaned forward, tapping on the skin above Yeosang’s adam’s apple with a single finger. “You feel that? Open up here. Let me in, come on, show me how good of a slut you are.” 

A thrill ran through Yeosang, heat flooding his senses and settling low in his stomach. He felt the pleasure easing his muscles, his body going lax and pliant and ready.

When Yunho pushed again Yeosang didn’t gag, even if Yunho’s cock had slipped deeper. Yunho hissed, feeling the warm and wet of Yeosang’s throat squeezing him. 

“Good, sweet thing,” Yunho murmured, voice tranced and hazy. 

Yeosang felt pride swell in his chest again, that sense of power of being responsible for making someone fall apart. Yunho was like that because of him, he had done that, and he loved it.

Yunho’s finger was back on Yeosang’s skin, tapping on the space a little lower. “Now here. I wanna be here, wanna fuck my way to the bottom of this perfect throat.” 

Yeosang would have moaned at the words if his mouth wasn’t so full, a wave of heat spreading across his body again.

Yeosang couldn’t deny he liked Yunho’s dirty mouth, the way it made him tremble, the way it made him sing with want. He wasn’t the angel Yunho called him, afterall. 

Yunho pushed much deeper than Yeosang expected, all the way in, bottoming out. Yeosang’s eyes filled with tears, but his hands flew to the back of Yunho’s thighs, holding him there. 

He felt full. 

“I told you, you could take it,” Yunho said, then threw his head back. “Fuck, Yeosang, you feel so good. You mouth was made for this, meant to be fucked.” 

Yeosang preened at the praise, feeling good to have given Yunho what he wanted. It felt amazing to be proven wrong, Yunho had shown he could do it. 

“Swallow,” Yunho ordered and when Yeosang did he grunted a moan, sweet music to Yeosang’s ears. “My angel is so good at what he does.”

Yeosang moaned and that ripped a reaction out of Yunho, who thrusted a few times, slowly, as he watched the bulge on Yeosang’s throat. 

It got easier the more Yunho did it, less uncomfortable, and Yeosang started to enjoy it, being used, giving. 

“Look at you, so hard again,” Yunho commented, voice dark as he looked at Yeosang’s cock, hard and leaking on his stomach. “My pretty whore likes to have his throat fucked. I wonder if you can come just from it, untouched.” 

Yeosang didn’t think so, not when he was so tired already, but in another scenario, maybe if he’d been teased and denied since the start he could. 

He was scared when he realized he wanted to try. 

Yunho kept thrusting, his pace picking up slightly, breathing heavy as his eyes glazed over the decadent view that was Kang Yeosang splayed in his bed giving himself to him.

“You can touch yourself, slow,” Yunho allowed, feeling particularly generous (or selfish, since his mouth watered at the idea of seeing Yeosang pleasure himself). 

Yeosang’s hand wrapped around himself immediately, starting to pump himself in the same speed Yunho rocked into him and it was exhilarating to have some relief. 

Yunho’s eyes darkened, pupil’s dilating with the view. “Fuck, angel, fuck. That’s right, show me how you play with your cock. Show me how you like it.”

It made Yeosang feel positively filthy, pleasuring himself for Yunho’s hungry eyes as he got his throat fucked, eyes watering and mouth spread to bursting. 

Yunho was getting rougher and Yeosang knew Yunho had to be close, but that was good because so was he.

Yunho licked his lips, eyes jumping between Yeosang’s face and his hands around his cock. “I wanna see you cum, sweet thing, are you close?”

Yeosang hummed a wet and desperate yes.

“So come, angel, let me see it,” Yunho said, urging him on. “Show me how you come with my cock down your throat, naked in my bed. Show me how you like to be used, a filthy slut. You did so amazing today, you deserve to cum, you deserve to feel good. Cum for me, Yeosang, do it, I want to see it.” 

And that pushed Yeosang over the edge, thighs trembling as his hips thrust softly against his hand, humming his pleasure around Yunho’s cock. Yunho drinked it all, he way Yeosang’s throat clamped around him, the way Yeosang’s cum pooled on his stomach, the way his pretty body shook with pleasure.

Yunho let himself go too, thrusting a few rough times before he was spilling on Yeosang’s chest, moaning as he rode that light feeling he liked so much, orgasm taking his body. 

Yunho wanted nothing more than to collapse and pass out, but he knew better. He kneeled by his head, nuzzling Yeosang’s temple. “You did so good, Yeosang. Thank you so much. Are you okay?” 

Yeosang was slightly surprised, but he liked the attention, a small smile spreading on his face. “I’m okay,” he said with an unsurprising hoarse voice. 

Yunho brushed a hand through his hair, helping him to scootch back onto the mattress. “Good. I’m going to get some water and tissues to clean you up, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

When Yeosang nodded, Yunho got up and left the room. Yeosang used the time to slowly push himself back up the bed and into the pillows. He felt sticky and sore and exhausted. 

Yunho came back fast and saw right through Yeosang’s struggle, helping him to get comfortable. 

“I’m fine,” Yeosang assured, not wanting to worry Yunho or make him feel guilty. 

Yunho smiled at Yeosang and nodded, grabbing the tissues and wiping Yeosang’s stomach and chest, then offering him the glass of water. 

The water felt like the tastier thing Yeosang had ever had and he let out a content hum. “How do you feel?”

“Tired. Sweaty,” Yeosang admitted. 

Yunho then reached back into the wet tissues, surprising Yeosang again when he started wiping his body off, cleaning the sweat and refreshing him. “This better?” Yunho asked as he softly brushed the tissue down Yeosang’s thigh. 

“Yes, it feels good, but Yun- I can do it,” Yeosang said, offering his hand so Yunho could hand him the tissues. 

“I know you can, but I want to.” 

“Why?” Yeosang asked, genuinely confused. 

Yunho glanced at Yeosang’s face then offered a gentle, understanding smile. “It’s called aftercare. This. Tonight I pushed you a lot, it’s customary for a dom to look after the sub after a session, make sure they’re alright.” 

“Oh. So is this like, a thing?” 

Yunho wanted to laugh, Yeosang was so innocent. “Yes, it’s a thing. You were in submissive headspace during sex and I called you names, hurt you… it’s hot and good at the time, almost like being high. This,” he motioned to his careful hands, cleaning around Yeosang’s chest now, “tries to avoid you crashing after it. So you don’t feel used, in a bad way, when the moment is over. You feel respected and cared for.”

Yeosang thought about it. If after everything Yunho had just gotten up and left he would have felt awful. He would have felt dirty, cold and ashamed.

“I like it,” Yeosang admitted, stretching his neck so Yunho could pass the wet tissue on it. “You really know what you’re doing, I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime.”

Yunho chuckled. “Thank you, I try. Do you feel okay?”

Yeosang laughed. “You’ve asked that already. I feel great, Yun, thanks. What about you?” 

“I feel amazing, I really like doing this with you,” Yunho admitted, not really ashamed. Fucking Yeosang was good, great, he should know. 

Yeosang avoided his eyes, shy for a moment, back to himself already. “Why is it only for me? Don’t you need it? Aftercare?”

Yunho wanted to squeeze Yeosang. “Some dominants like it, yeah. Dom aftercare is important.” 

“And you? Do you like it?” 

“I like to stay close after,” Yunho said, wondering if he’d ever been asked that before. “Take a nap, or watch a movie. I don’t need to cuddle or be reassured, I just like to be together.” 

Yeosang then smiled, tapping on the mattress beside him. “Well, come on.”

Yunho huffed a laugh before following Yeosang’s instruction. Yeosang pulled the cover over them and laid down, staring at Yunho’s face, lashes fluttering slowly. 

Yeosang didn’t know what compelled him to say anything, but he was so comfortable, so tired, he didn’t overthink it. 

“Yun, is this still okay? Is it going to get complicated with us?” 

Yunho was caught off guard by the question, but he didn’t avoid it. “It’s okay, I think. I mean, if this was another situation, I would probably have asked you out. You’re beautiful, I love spending time with you and fucking you is… whoa.” 

Yeosang huffed in embarrassment, pulling the covers up to his chest. “Shut up.” 

“It’s true. We could be good together, you and I,” Yunho said, a small smile on his lips. “But you’ve waited for Wooyoung and San for too long, your heart wouldn’t be in it. You need to give it a shot or else you’ll never get over it.” 

Yeosang was shocked by the honesty. He bit his lips. “And if it fails?”

Yunho huffed. “I’m fair but I'm not an idiot, I’m ready to crawl at your feet. You’re a catch.” 

Yeosang suddenly felt a wave of guilt. He hadn’t really thought about Yunho’s feelings on this. “Yun, are you sure this is okay? For you?” 

Yunho smiled and nodded. “See it in this way, I’m walking toward a precipice right now but I’m only allowing myself to jump off of it if I know I have a shot.” 

“And if you don’t? If Wooyoung, San and I work out?” 

“I can still walk back, I haven’t jumped yet.” 

Yeosang stared deeply into Yunho’s eyes. “Do you promise? Promise I’m not creating a huge mess here that’s gonna end with you heartbroken? Because you're like the kindest and nicest person I know, I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of having hurt you, Yunho, seriously.” 

Yunho reached for Yeosang’s hand, nodding and hoping his honesty would be clear in his eyes. “I promise, Yeosang, really.” 

Yeosang sighed in relief and Yunho gave his hand a small squeeze before pulling his own back. 

“And you?” Yunho heard himself ask. “Will you be okay with them after this?” 

Yeosang huffed softly, happy he could have such an honest conversation with Yunho. He really valued his friendship. “I also can still walk back.”

“Good. We’re on the same page, as long as we keep it this way we’ll be okay.” 

Yeosang then sighed deeply, dramatically. “But how will I survive now that you’ve shown me how kinky I am?” 

Yunho laughed loudly then, chest shaking. He felt something in him relax, comfortable with his friend. “Well, Wooyoung and San will have a huge surprise on their hands.” 

“I feel like I’m being trained.” 

Yunho snorted. “You have a long path ahead of you still, youngling.” 

Yeosang’s eyes widened slightly. “Long path? How much kinkier can it get, Yunho?!” 

“Oh, Yeosangie, you have no idea.”

Notes:

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Chapter 3: Pretend

Notes:

sorry for the delay. life has been ... crazy. here is some more of /this/ filth, hope you enjoy it

Here is the thing: Yunho and Yeosang were so good at being friends that no one in their office suspected anything was going on between them. It kind of eased Yeosang’s mind to know they weren’t giving each other longing eyes or crossing each other’s personal space. 

Yeosang liked to keep it that way to avoid things from complicating any further, since the guilt of lying to his two favorite people in the world was already showing its consequences in the form of restless nights and a strange urge to randomly dye his hair.

The plan of keeping things from getting more tangled up went out the window the second Wooyoung dropped by the office on a random Tuesday. 

Yeosang’s heart nearly came out of his mouth at the sight of his best friend looking around the office, clearly searching for him.

Yeosang almost fell from his chair but once he was up and Wooyoung’s eyes found his a beautiful smile spread on his face. That didn’t help with the whole heart-doing-cartwheels situation.

“Youngie, hey,” Yeosang greeted, immediately opening his arms to embrace him. Wooyoung had used San’s shampoo again, Yeosang noted. “What are you doing here?” 

“I miss you,” Wooyoung said, making Yeosang’s cheek burn and his whole body feel like it was about to melt. “You’ve been so busy lately I haven’t been able to see you, so I thought if I swung by close to lunchtime we could grab something together. Is that okay?”

“Youngie… Of course it is,” Yeosang said, holding himself back from hugging him again. That would be weird. His colleagues were all already giving interested side glances. “I just need to finish some things, come wait at my desk.” 

Wooyoung followed him back and sat right on top of Yeosang’s desk, eyeing his best friend down. Yeosang was used to Wooyoung’s antics by then, so he just ignored the odd seating choice and typed his email, trying to focus on it and not on the fact Wooyoung had come all the way across town to see him.

A head full of straight black hair blocked Yeosang’s vision. “Whatcha doing?” Wooyoung asked, trying to read Yeosang’s email. 

Yeosang huffed and pushed him away gently, but Wooyoung fell dramatically on the chair beside him regardless. “Lawyer stuff. Be patient, I’m almost done.” 

“I’m hungry.” 

“So let me finish.” 

Wooyoung folded his arms over his chest, sulking. “Fine.”

Yeosang gave his best shot at focusing on the email so they could get out of there faster, and it worked so well he didn’t even notice a presence coming behind him. A hand rested on his shoulder. “Hey, here’s the paperwork from HR,” Yunho’s voice said close to his ear. “They finally got their head out of their asses and worked it out for us.”

Yeosang’s first reaction was to answer thank god, finally! but his brain caught up to the fact Wooyoung was sitting beside him and Yunho - his fake hookup slash fling slash boyfriend - was right there. 

Yeosang panicked, looking over his shoulder in terror.

Obviously, Yunho noticed the weird look in Yeosang’s eyes. “Are you okay, Sang?” he asked, brushing his thumb up and down his shoulder in an amicable way. 

Yunho finally noticed Yeosang wasn’t alone, the Wooyoung - Yeosang’s crush slash best friend slash future boyfriend - sitting right there… Staring attentively at his hand over Yeosang’s shoulder. 

How Yeosang didn’t realize this clown was in love with him was beyond Yunho. 

“Wooyoung,” Yunho said, recognizing him from the pictures and thankfully being better at handling crises than Yeosang, who still stood in wide-eyed frozen shock. 

Yunho saw this as a chance to make some progress in their plan, so he spread his hand across Yeosang’s upper back, thumb touching his neck. Wooyoung practically glared at where his fingers made contact with Yeosang’s skin. 

“What a surprise, it’s so nice to finally meet you. Yeosangie talks a lot about you.”

Wooyoung seemed to snap out of it, face stretching into a convincing smile and head bowing slightly. “Yunho, it’s nice to finally meet you too.” 

“What brings you to the office?” 

“I was hoping to steal Yeosang for lunch. He’s been too busy lately to hang out, so I decided to surprise him.” 

Yunho smiled, deciding to push it and caress Yeosang’s neck softly. Wooyoung glanced at it, as expected. “How kind. Yeosang is very lucky to have someone that cares this much about him.”

“I do. I care a lot about Yeosang.” Wooyoung was pressing his hands together and it was obvious this conversation was very uncomfortable for him, the way Yunho was touching Yeosang in front of him making him fidget. 

Yunho didn’t particularly like to make a stranger suffer for kicks, but if this would help him realize how stupid he was for not bagging Yeosang sooner Yunho would risk Wooyoung hating him forever. 

Yunho smiled. “Have a nice lunch, you two.” 

Wooyoung then surprised Yunho when he asked, “Would you like to join us? I… I should get to know you.” 

Yunho saw this as an opportunity to make Wooyoung jealous and help with their plan, but when he looked at Yeosang for confirmation his partner’s eyes said no. 

Yunho would never do anything Yeosang didn’t want him to, so he smiled at Wooyoung and shook his head. “Thank you for the invite, but I can’t today, I’m too busy for a lunch break and it seems like you two have some catching up to do.” 

“Oh. Maybe some other time, then?” 

It was strange, Wooyoung was obviously jealous and Yunho was willing to bet if there was a pool of sharks nearby Wooyoung would want front seats to see him dive into it, but he still made the suggestion. 

When Yunho realized Wooyoung cared enough about Yeosang that he was willing to set aside his own feelings for his best friend’s sake Yunho finally gave Wooyoung some credit. Maybe he was a nice guy. 

A total oblivious idiot who had wasted years of a probably wonderful relationship with the kindest person Yunho had ever met, but a nice guy.

“How does a double date this week sound? You, San, Yeosang and I?” Yunho suggested.

Wooyoung seemed to be taken aback at the mention of his boyfriend’s name, as if he was surprised Yunho knew who San was, but he recovered fast. “That sounds great. I’ll set it up and Yeosang will let you know.” 

“Great! Now, let me get back to my mountain of paperwork,” Yunho said, squeezing Yeosang’s shoulder one last time before stepping away. “It was really nice to meet you, Wooyoung.” 

“Likewise,” Wooyoung said, a little less strained. When they were alone again, Wooyoung forced back any unwanted feelings and brushed his shoulder on Yeosang’s. “He’s more handsome in person.” 

It killed Wooyoung to admit it, but if Yunho mattered to Yeosang he was willing to make an effort. Yeosang deserved to be happy, he deserved to have someone to make him happy. 

“You think so? I think he looks nice in pictures too.” 

“I didn’t expect him to be so tall. That helps his case.” 

Yeosang huffed. “Yeah, it does,” he agreed. “But he’s handsome either way.”

Jealousy hit Wooyoung like a punch to the gut, but he forced a smile. “Go on, finish up, I’m still hungry.”

Yunho observed from his own desk as Wooyoung and Yeosang got up and left the office. A message reached his phone a few minutes later. 

From: Yeosangie
I hope you know that it’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, but I miss him a lot… I wanted to hang out just us two. You got that, right?

Yunho huffed at the text. Yeosang really was the sweetest person he knew.

To: Yeosangie
I’m not your real boyfriend, Yeosangie. That’s totally okay.

His phone pinged back immediately. 

From: Yeosangie
But you’re my friend and I don’t want you to feel left out.

To: Yeosangie
Ah, got it. You’re cute, but it really is fine. Pinky promise.

From: Yeosang
Okay… thanks, Yun. Really.

Yunho sent back a heart emoji and finished things up so he could go out to lunch, being careful to scan the area for any signs of Wooyoung or Yeosang before he headed out. The last thing he needed was being caught in his lie. 

This whole arrangement was really one of the craziest things Yunho had ever done, but knowing what he knew and seeing what he’d seen, he knew Yeosang needed someone as shameless as him to help things along. 

Yeosang was shy and too afraid to mess things up and Wooyoung and San were hopelessly confused, so Yunho being a third uninvolved party was exactly what they needed. 

Yunho liked to think of himself as a modern cupid. 

A steaming cup of hot cocoa was put on his desk, making Yunho laugh. 

“Back already?” Yunho asked Yeosang, who sat beside him and linked arms in a form of a timid thankful hug.

“Youngie had work to get back to and it’s like 20 minutes away.”

Yunho took his hot chocolate and sipped it. “This is delicious, thank you,” Yeosang mumbled something dismissive, “Does he do that a lot?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Like these little spontaneous and romantic gestures like dropping by during work hours to see you because he misses you.” 

Yeosang blushed. “It’s not romantic. He’s always been like that, even in school,” Yunho raised a brow, like that didn't make Yeosang’s case any stronger, “Wooyoung is a very affectionate person, always has been. With everyone.” 

“It’s hard to believe he looks at everyone like he looks at you, Yeosangie,” Yunho said, taking another sip.

“He looks at San like that,” Yeosang murmured and Yunho’s brow raised again. Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright.” 

“Seriously, Yeosang, how did you never notice? How did you two get this far without caving?” 

Yeosang stayed silent for a moment. “I noticed,” he admitted in a whisper, hoping the volume of his voice would make it less embarrassing somehow. “I think he noticed too, but we just never had the courage to say anything. And when San came along things got even more complicated.” 

Yunho put his hand on Yeosang’s hair and ruffled it. “We’ll sort it out.” 

“My savior,” Yeosang said mockingly. “By the way, why did you suggest a date with them?” 

“Oh. I didn’t want to seem rude for rejecting lunch, so I just said that. I didn’t actually plan for us to go on it.” 

Yeosang’s face twisted. “Yeah, that’s not really an option. Wooyoung already told San and he’s planning it already. He told me to ask if you’re free Saturday night. I mean, on second thought, that would be really uncomfortable for you, you don’t have to, I’ll figure something out. I’ll say you got sick or-” 

“Yeosang, it’s fine, we can go on this double date. It’s actually a great opportunity to make them jealous.” 

“But… really? Won’t that be super uncomfortable for you?” 

Yunho shrugged. “Not really. I’m actually really curious to meet San too. We just need to get our story straight before, so we don’t out ourselves.”

Yeosang shook his head, then hugged Yunho’s arm again. “You’re a literal blessing. How can I thank you for being such a good sport about all of this?” 

Yunho chuckled. “No need to thank me, I’m doing it out of the goodness of my heart,” Yeosang raised a brow, “I’m doing it out of the selfish intent of hooking up with a painfully hot guy for a few weeks.”

Yeosang snorted, cheek resting on Yunho’s bicep. “Never thought I would use my charms to get myself things.” 

“I know you’re joking, but you underestimate the power of that. You have no idea of how far batting your pretty eyelashes at the right people would get you, you’re a very captivating person. You just need to be more confident about yourself.”

“Now, now, what’s with the pep talk?” 

“Thought you needed one.”

Yeosang smiled up at his friend. He never thought doing this crazy plan with Yunho would actually bring them so much closer. 

“So. Free Saturday?” 

“To cause some mayhem? You bet.”

--

“Ok, tell me again so I’m super sure.”

“Yeosang, you got this.”

“Just tell me!”

Yunho sighed. “Fine, my mom is a dentist, my dad is an engineer. My brother is 16. Want me to tell you their zodiac signs too?”

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m just afraid of our stories not matching.”

Yunho chuckled, placing a hand around Yeosang’s shoulder. “I don’t think those tiny details will come up in a casual conversation with them, but okay. Mom is a taurus by the way.”

“Shut up,” Yeosang sulked, then added, “What is your dad?” 

Yunho threw his head back, laughing loudly. “A Capricorn.”

Yeosang took a deep breath, storing the new information. “Fine. Okay. We can do this. We can pass for a real couple.”

“We’ve got this.”

“Yeah, totally. I can lie to my best friend. I can convince him I have feelings for you and not him and his boyfriend.”

Yunho sighed, then pulled Yeosang closer. “Yeosangie.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. Just… let me do most of the talking. You don’t have to lie,” Yunho stopped, “too much. Talk normally with them and me, try to get comfortable. Have fun.”

Yeosang raised a single, kind of enraged, brow. He had not slept in three days. “Fun?”

Yunho rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempt to intimidate him. “Yes, fun. It’s karaoke with your future boyfriends! It should be fun. I’ll be there the whole time, Yeosang, we’ve got this. Trust me.” 

Yeosang then nodded. “Okay, I trust you.”

Yunho squeezed Yeosang one last time before pulling him up the stairs toward the rooms, looking for the one Wooyoung and San were waiting for them in.

Yeosang recognized Wooyoung’s loud and shriek laugh once they got close to the right door, exchanging one last look with Yunho before pushing it in. 

Yeosang should be used to the simple things by now, but the way Wooyoung looked when he smiled, whole face lit up and eyes sparkling with joy, never failed to make Yeosang’s heart squeeze. Especially when it was directed at him.

“You’re here!” Wooyoung said, jumping from the couch to pull Yeosang into a tight hug, then greeting Yunho with a polite (and arguably awkward) one.

San was singing his little heart away to I’m your girl by S.E.S, having turned to the couple to welcome them with his heartfelt interpretation.

Yeosang laughed at San’s attempt to mimic the choreography he had probably seen a few times on the TV, failing at the moves but nailing at the confident delivery, even winking at Yunho.

Yunho snorted, realizing every description Yeosang had given of San had not been any exaggerated, and waved at San, cheering him on.

Yunho made himself comfortable on the couch, grabbed a soju bottle from the ice bucket on the table and watched the chaotic scene unfold. 

San and Wooyoung were certainly an intense loud pair, but what really surprised Yunho was the way Yeosang reacted to it, matching their energy to a surprising extent. Yunho had certainly never seen this side of him.

San grabbed Yeosang’s hand to twirl him around as Wooyoung laughed, shouting compliments over the loud echoed music. 

“Wanna go next?” San asked, offering the microphone to Yunho.

Yunho winced, but nodded, walking to take it. “I’m not that good of a singer,” he warned. 

“Neither are we, it’s fine,” San said, offering Yunho a pretty smile. 

“Choose a duet,” Yeosang said standing up, taking the spearing microphone and stealing a sip of Yunho’s bottle. “We’re in this together, right?” 

Yunho laughed at the display of confidence. “Right.”

“Ah, Troublemaker, I love that one!” Yeosang said excitedly once he saw the name on the screen. 

Yunho snorted at the choice, but selected it anyway. “It’s still early in the evening, mister Kang,” he said suggestively, knowing full well the couple were behind them looking attentively. 

“Not too early to get the party started, mister Jeong,” Yeosang said, giving him sultry eyes. 

It was impressive how determined he was, Yunho realized, because he never thought he would live to see Yeosang act flirty with him. 

This was how important this plan was for Yeosang and Yunho was not going to mess this up. 

Yunho smiled back at him. “Let’s go.”

Troublemaker was actually one of Yunho’s favorite songs from when he was a teenager, he listened to it on repeat and always danced it with his friends as a joke. 

Yeosang would also see something new tonight.

The beat started and Yunho struck a pose, hips out, butt on display. Yeosang stopped choking on his laughter just in time for him to start to sing.

Yeosang’s voice wasn’t half bad, but Yunho was the star of that concert. 

Yunho held on Yeosang’s hand and danced with him, blew kisses, mimicked some of the choreography, not even bothering to look at the monitor for the lyrics, since he knew every word by heart. 

The moment Yunho dropped to a crouch in front of Yeosang was the moment everyone burst out laughing. 

Yunho put a hand on his hip and did some sexy movements before standing up again, finding Yeosang struggling to sing a single sentence, tears brimming his eyes. 

Yunho laughed with him and encouraged Yeosang to sing again, making sure they finished the song together in the traditional original pose. 

Wooyoung and San stood on their feet to clap, laughing and complimenting them both. 

“I didn’t expect that!” San said, cleaning the corner of his own eyes. 

“To be fair, I didn’t either,” Yeosang said, looking at Yunho. 

Yunho flicked his fake hair back. “I’m full of surprises. Glad you enjoyed the show, now I need a few drinks.” 

Yunho sat back and encouraged Yeosang to take the lead with small glances and gentle touches. It was new for Yunho seeing Yeosang like this, comfortable and confident, pulling him in for a change. 

Yeosang was a natural, though, stepping in the moment Yunho gave him the space.

The evening ran smoothly, Yunho and Yeosang managing to hit all their goals, passing as a real couple and driving San and Wooyoung crazy all night. 

They laughed all their way back to Yeosang’s home, arms locked and drunkenly stumbling across the street, bragging about their success.

“When he asked I almost didn’t hold it in, I swear,” Yunho said. 

“I told you he would want to know! They are crazy about astrology.” 

Yunho snorted, wondering how his parent’s birth time and places could affect his personality, but Yeosang was so happy, smiling so wide, he figured it didn’t matter. 

“You were right.”

Yeosang sighed, hugging Yunho’s arm. “Thank you for coming today. For helping me with all this.” 

“I’m doing it for the cause.”

Yeosang snorted. “The noble polyamory cause?”

“Precisely.” 

Yeosang laughed some more and they walked together in comfortable silence. He thought back to all the instances that night where he saw a sparkle fly out of Wooyoung’s eye when he touched Yunho or the way San looked away when they leaned just a little too close. 

Yeosang felt wanted, yearned for…

And like he was closer than ever to getting what he’d always wanted.

--

“Is this good?” San asked, showing Wooyoung the 6th outfit that night. 

It was a fitted black long sleeve shirt, the material see-through but only a little bit, showing the shape of his muscles. It looked beautiful on him, as were the many other things he had shown Wooyoung that night. 

Wooyoung grabbed his boyfriend by the waist, pulling him closer. “You look good, you always do.”

“You say that because you’re in love with me.”

“I say that because I have eyes. And your ass looks good in those jeans.”

San smiled, satisfied with the comment, settling on the outfit then. “Will I make everyone jealous of you for being able to date me?”

Wooyoung snorted, then pulled San down into his lap. “Absolutely, but I think they always do.”

San snorted, glancing down at Wooyoung, who as usual looked effortlessly attractive. The suit vest with nothing underneath, chunky jewelry and smudged eyeliner showed he had put in a little effort that night for the fancy club, but he always looked beautiful even in his sweatpants and bare face at home.

“Sure, because you’re not hot,” San said, voice dripping in sarcasm. 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Ready to go?”

San nodded, leaning to give Wooyoung a kiss before they left. Wooyoung chased his lips when San pulled away. “You wanna be on time?” 

Wooyoung grunted, hands grabbing San’s waist firmly so he wouldn’t be able to stand. “It’s a nightclub, there is no being on time.” 

San let Wooyoung kiss him, but not for as long as the other wanted. “But we promised Yeosangie we would be there at ten. We pinky promised. You wanna disappoint him?” 

San could see the exact moment he won the argument, laughing as Wooyoung sulked. “Fine, call an Uber.”

San got on his phone, thinking over it a few times before he said, “You’re gonna be good tonight, right?”

Wooyoung huffed. “Wasn’t I good at karaoke? I made conversation, I was the epitome of friendly. I even asked for his dad’s star sign so you didn’t have to.”

San tried to seem casual, he knew Wooyoung didn’t like to talk about this. He didn’t like to talk about it either, especially now that things were changing and it was messing with his own emotions.

It was obvious from the first moment he met Wooyoung how much he adored Yeosang, his eyes sparkled and his laugh was always the most genuine around him. San was jealous at first and he wondered if that meant he wouldn’t have a shot with Wooyoung, that they couldn’t be together even when San liked him so much his heart skipped a beat every time he did as little as talk to Wooyoung. 

San had confessed even if he was convinced Wooyoung’s heart belonged to Yeosang, but surprisingly he had gotten a passionate kiss as a reply. 

Their relationship developed into a healthy and strong one, but Wooyoung’s attitude towards Yeosang did not change, that sparkle in his eyes as present as ever. Before San confronted Wooyoung about it he decided to give getting to know Yeosang a real shot, not as a threat but as a friend. 

He failed, but not in the way he had expected. He found Yeosang wasn’t a friend or an enemy. Before San even realized what had happened, his eyes sparkled when he talked about Yeosang too, his innocent touches making his heart race and his pretty smile inhabiting his dreams.

Falling for Yeosang was like falling for Wooyoung, fast and unstoppable, and just like that San’s heart had become split between the two. 

One night after a few glasses of wine his guilt got the best of him, so San went into a rant that ended up with him telling Wooyoung he had developed feelings for Yeosang and it was getting hard to keep it hidden from him.

Wooyoung had cried, not because he was upset but because San had spoken all the things he felt and hadn’t been able to verbalize. This doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I don’t want to be with you for the rest of my life, this just means I could see him by my side there too.

Wooyoung confessed he felt the same and together they cried and mourned something that could never be - if there was something they were certain, it was that Yeosang did not feel the same about either of them.

The confession just brought them closer and even if the topic didn’t come up often, they both felt more comfortable to move forward with no secrets. 

The little peaceful world they had grown used to was crushed and burned by the revelation of Yeosang dating Yunho. Jealousy and regret filled them because they realized they preferred the disappointment of Yeosang not being open to trying a relationship with them than the regret of never telling him and trying at all. 

Except now it was too late, Yeosang was with Yunho, who made him laugh and covered him with love marks, and kissed and touched him the way Wooyoung and San wished they could.

They were left with accepting they had lost their shot and navigating the aftermath.

“You were really good, actually,” San recognized. Wooyoung had always been more jealous than him, so it was a feat that he had acted so civil around Yunho. “It doesn’t help that he’s so fucking nice.”

“So nice,” Wooyoung agreed bitterly. “He’s pretty and polite and funny. And he’s fucking amazing with Yeosang, he treats him nice and compliments him and makes him feel special. Mother fucker.”

San snorted. “Are you sure you’re okay with today?”

Wooyoung nodded, pushing his hair back. “Today should be much easier, a lot more people, bigger space and more distraction. I miss dancing with you, I’ll be too busy doing that to be bothered by mister perfect. It’ll be fine.”

San hummed in agreement, walking to him. “Yeah, I think it’ll be fine too. It’s a club, maybe we’ll lose them in the crowd and it will be just the two of us,” he said, pouting as he straddled Wooyoung’s lap. “It’ll be fun.”

Wooyoung seemed to forget anything other than his attractive boyfriend on top of him, because he dropped the subject immediately. “Thought we wanted to get there on time?”

San smiled, devilish. “We will, our car is outside, I just wanted to give you something to think about if you have a hard time,” he said and gave Wooyoung the dirtiest kiss he had ever received, having to practically drag Wooyoung outside and into their ride after, since he was considering not going anymore. 

The mood was lighter on the way there, Yeosang sent them a photo of the spot they were inside the club and an audio where he whined and said he would not be happy until they got there. 

Wooyoung and San had never visited this particular club since it was too hard to get in and they thought it was not worth the hassle, but that night they were going as guests since Yunho’s friend owned it.

San didn’t even try to hide how amazing it felt walking by the kilometric line of people outside with a trophy boy like Wooyoung on his arm, getting to the bouncer and giving him their names only to be let inside immediately. 

As they looked around the club, they realized maybe it was worth the hassle.

The whole place was brimming with people around their age, loud pounding music and a few dancers by the walls dressed in provocative outfits and adorned with leather hardnesses. The ceiling was tall and covered in sparkly decorative chandeliers hung at different heights, draped fabrics and strips of led lights that bathed everything in a red hue.

Everything about it was eccentric and luxurious and it made them feel like this was a place where people came to have fun with no judgment.

Wooyoung held San’s hand and guided them through the crowd, looking around for the poster he had seen behind Yeosang in the picture he’d sent. They found him behind a table full of colorful drinks and untouched appetizers, laughing loudly at what the guy in front of him had said. 

Wooyoung didn’t recognize anyone other than Yeosang and Yunho, but they approached the table with smiles anyway. The way Yeosang’s eyes lit up and his face widened into a wide smile when he saw them was enough for both to handle anything that happened during that night.

“Took you long enough!” Yeosang said, pulling San into a hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek before doing the same to Wooyoung.

“We were getting dolled up, this place is fancy,” Wooyoung said with a smile. 

A bear-sized hand slid on Yeosang’s waist, spreading on his stomach. Wooyoung and San stared at it before looking back up at his face. 

“Hey, so glad you could make it!” Yunho said with such a beautiful smile it made it difficult for the couple to hate him.

“Hi, sorry we’re a bit late,” San said, then glanced up and down Yunho’s body. Damn it. “You look handsome, big guy.” 

It was too dark for San to be sure, but he thought the comment made Yunho slightly embarrassed. 

“Thanks. You look nice too,” Yunho complimented back, then stepped aside. “Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Hongjoong, my roommate, next to him with the ashy hair is Seonghwa, his boyfriend.” 

Wooyoung and San greeted them, coming closer to the table. They seemed friendly, so that was a plus. 

“We heard so much about you, it’s nice to finally meet you!” Hongjoong said through the loud music. 

Wooyoung and San traded a look. “He mentioned us?”

“Oh, yeah! He talks about you a lot, we were really curious.” 

The couple looked at Yeosang, who was wide-eyed as if he was afraid of what would come out in that conversation. “Why do you look like that? What did you tell them, Kang Yeosang?” Wooyoung asked, about to launch himself at his best friend before San held him back by the belt like a collar. 

“It wasn’t anything bad, don’t worry,” Seonghwa, the boyfriend, said. “He speaks very highly of you, that’s why we were curious.” 

“I find that hard to believe,” Wooyoung said playfully, narrowing his eyes at Seonghwa.

Hongjoong huffed. “Are you kidding? He’s obsessed with you two, he looks like a kid on Christmas day when he gets an opportunity to talk about you.”

Yeosang looked ready to die when San and Wooyoung simultaneously started to coo at their best friend, pulling him closer for a hug. Yeosang resisted and complained, but ended up sandwiched between San and Wooyoung anyway, making the others laugh.

“Thank you for that, Hong,” Yeosang mumbled as Wooyoung rubbed a cheek against his.

San watched Hongjoong’s lips spread in a grin and his boyfriend leaned in to whisper something in his ear, as if he was congratulating him for putting Yeosang in that situation. 

San and Wooyoung got to know the new couple, focusing on their interesting conversation so much that they didn’t even notice Yunho’s hand brushing constantly on Yeosang’s waist or the way he made Yeosang blush every time he whispered something in his ear or how Yeosang fitted around him comfortably. 

Didn’t even notice. 

Two-drinks-and-a-lot-of-conversation in a new guy arrived, wearing a full-on (and arguably too tight) suit even if he looked to be the same age as them. Everyone celebrated his arrival, giving him compliments and saying they had missed him, making him smile cutely, showing his gums. 

“Guys, this is Jongho,” Seonghwa introduced, looking at San and Wooyoung. “He’s the one that owns this club.” 

They didn’t even try to hide their surprise, because a guy in his young twenties that had a pretty normal group of friends and looked like an adorable bear in a suit owned one of the most coveted nightclubs in the city. 

Some dots seemed to finally connect in Jongho’s head, eyes widening. “Oh! San and Wooyoung! Finally! It’s so nice to meet you!” 

They looked at Yeosang again. “I think you like us more than you lead on,” San accused Yeosang. Unrelated, Hongjoong choked on his drink, Yunho giving him pats on the back to help him out.

“I like you a normal amount,” Yeosang defended himself. Hongjoong was still coughing. “But you’re like the only friends I have, it’s normal you come up in conversation.”

“Yeah, he mentioned you a normal amount,” Jongho said with a neutral face, nodding. “Glad you could make it today.”

“Of course, we just waited for an opportunity,” Wooyoung said, smiling politely. “Yeosang always says he has the best time when he’s hanging out with you.”

“See, you talk about other people,” Yunho teased Yeosang, who gave him a murderous glare. 

“You really took the day to tease me, huh.” 

Yunho laughed, pulling Yeosang by the waist and leaning in to press a quick kiss on his lips. “Just kidding, angel.” 

The peck had been enough to make San’s insides feel like mush, but the sweet nickname made him want to throw up a bit. 

This is fine. Yeosang is not yours, he is only your friend, it’s fine. 

Wooyoung seemed to be doing the same thing, because when Jongho asked him something he didn’t hear it. 

“I asked if you found everything to be okay, the drinks, the food,” Jongho asked, apparently not able to keep his worry aside. 

“Oh, everything has been great. This place is… impressive for sure, I haven’t been to many clubs as nice as this one,” San said with a smile. “I have to admit, I wouldn’t expect the owner of a place like this to be so young.” 

Jongho laughed, as if he was used to hearing that. “This was my parents their whole life, it used to be a warehouse. When I turned eighteen I said I had an idea for it and they were incredible enough to fund it and let me run it. I was lucky and privileged, really.” 

“He was privileged to have the money obviously, but it wasn’t just luck,” Yunho said, defending his friend. “I saw how much work Jongho put into this project, he has been working super hard on it for years and he’s always exhausted, napping everywhere because he puts so much energy into making this work. He deserves the praise.”

Jongho looked embarrassed at the comment, but his gummy smile was showing again. “Thanks, Yun.” 

“And because of his hard work we are VIPs and receive amazing treatment every time,” Hongjoong said, raising a glass to the fact. They all laughed. 

“How are things tonight?” Seonghwa asked Jongho, conversational. 

“Calm, thankfully, but you know the problems start later when people get drunk and stupid. There was a mixup with management, they thought I had asked for them to clear the Treasure Lounge for us tomorrow, not today. That’s why we aren’t there yet, they rented it for someone else until 1 AM.” 

“Well, that’s fine, we always like to stay here for a while to dance before we go up anyway.” 

Jongho shrugged. “Yeah, that’s why I was fine about it.”

“What’s the Treasure Lounge?” Wooyoung asked.

“It’s one of the private rooms on the second floor. People usually rent it for group parties and stuff, it’s a more intimate and closed space,” Jongho explained. “I always rent out the one when we come clubbing here, so we have a place to go rest and talk without screaming over the music.”

“Ah, that’s nice.” Wooyoung had never felt so bougie in his entire life.

“You’ll see,” Yunho said. “They have private dancers and champagne come, it’s always a blast.”

At that moment, the table was approached by a tall gorgeous blonde girl wearing a black dress and heels, a clipboard in hand. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, mister Choi, but could I talk with you for a moment?” 

Jongho turned to the table. “I’ll be right back,” then back at the girl, changing into a more professional posture as he followed her, “Everything alright, Soo?”

“Wasn’t expecting that,” Yeosang said as he left, in awe. “It’s like a different person.”

Yunho chuckled. “They had the same reaction as you when they saw him here for the first time.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa nodded. “He told us he helped with family business, never elaborated. We almost had a heart attack the first time we came here, even if it wasn’t then what it is now.” 

They started to talk again, eventually leaving the table to hit the dance floor. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were a hilarious couple and they took a huge liking to Wooyoung and San, doing a visible effort to make them comfortable.

San wrapped his arms around Wooyoung and enjoyed that time to give him a kiss, bodies moving under the dim lights and music pounding around them. They went out dancing often, but Wooyoung never failed to find new things to enjoy about spending time with San. 

“Love you,” Wooyoung whispered against his lips when they parted.

San brushed a hair behind his ear. “Love you too, but if you keep rubbing yourself on me like that we’ll have to explore just how private this private room we’re going is.”

Wooyoung snorted. “You can wait until we get home, Sannie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” San said, fake mad.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, hands caressing San’s back fondly. “It’s funny when you act like we haven’t been together for almost two years.” 

“Well, you never cease to make me horny, so it’s kind of your fault.” 

Wooyoung threw his head back, laughing. Seonghwa and Hongjoong returned with their drinks after that, and they started dancing again.

“Where’s Yeosangie?” Wooyoung asked, looking around the sea of people to try and spot him. 

The others started to look too. “He went back to the table with Yun,” said Seonghwa, pointing.

San turned to see Yeosang and Yunho at the table. They seemed surprisingly serious, having a conversation. 

San wondered if they had a fight, but he ruled that out when he noticed the way Yeosang’s leg was bouncing and his face was tight. It wasn’t anger, he was nervous about something.

It was too far and way too loud for San to hear anything, but he had one special trick up his sleeve, his skills at lip reading. Considering how much alcohol he had and how dark he was, he knew to take it with a grain of salt.

But he thought Yeosang said are you sure about this? and Yunho nodded. After a bit of consideration Yeosang nodded back, looking up at Yunho’s eyes and saying do it.

Yunho then smiled, taking Yeosang’s hand and bringing it to his lips, giving it a kiss.

Damn it, Yunho, tall, kind, thoughtful and handsome gentleman. Why couldn’t he be an asshole so San had the heart to tell Yeosang to dump him? San was selfish to an extent, but he would never even consider trying to push Yeosang away from someone who treated him as he deserved, as much as it made him burn with jealousy. 

San focused on his beautiful dancing boyfriend, letting his smile wipe all the concerns from his head and it worked, he was back to having fun.

The same blonde woman came back, tapping Seonghwa on the shoulder to announce the lounge was ready for them. 

Wooyoung and San followed the others into the second floor, jaw dropping when they entered the private room. 

It was big enough to fit around 20 people comfortably, with couches all around the walls, a bar and table on one side and a raised stage with a pole right in the middle, the edge studded with sparkly rocks. The lights were dimmed and the music was slightly muffled from the first floor, much more comfortable for people who just wanted to sit and talk. 

As San walked around he noticed there was a nook with half-raised walls in one of the corners of the room, so he peeked inside. There wasn’t much, just a couch and mirrors. San huffed, not having a hard time imagining what that corner was for.

San’s inspection of the (obvious) sex corner was interrupted by the barging in of two dancers in the room, a man and a woman, both showing more skin than covering it, holding bottles of champagne. 

Everyone gathered around and cheered as the man broke into the bottle of champagne, spraying some on them and then going one by one to pour directly into their mouths. 

Yeosang was pushed forward by Seonghwa, who cackled with the rest of them as the man caressed Yeosang’s cheek and tapped twice on his lips, telling him to open them up. Yeosang’s had gone red to the tip of his ears, but he obliged, opening his mouth so the man could pour the drink in. 

San was positive that was most erotic thing he’d seen that night, especially when the dancer missed Yeosang’s lips for a second and champagne ended up dripping down his chin and neck.

“Very good for your first time, gorgeous,” the man purred at Yeosang, who choked around the champagne he hadn’t swallowed yet. 

As soon as the dancer leaned away from Yeosang he was running toward Seonghwa, complaining about the treason. They both ended up tripping and falling on the couches, laughing together. 

“Minho, we have more rookies!” the woman said, stopping in front of Wooyoung. “Now would you look at that,” she said, shamelessly reaching for Wooyoung’s chin and turning his face for her inspection. “Just as handsome as the others. You’re one blessed friend group.”

San laughed when he saw how happy the attention made Wooyoung, who smirked proudly at her.

“If you like me, you’ll like my boyfriend even more,” Wooyoung said, glancing at San. The woman let go of Wooyoung in favor of walking to San, who rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. 

“What’s your name, boyfriend?” 

“I’m San.” 

“Strong name,” she said, the tip of her index dropping daringly to his chest, then to his stomach. “Suits you.”

San chuckled, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss. “Thank you, beautiful.”

She laughed at the action. “You flirt. I like you.” 

They all cheered for the dancers as they performed for them, losing even more of their clothing as they did some impressive things with the pole. 

Wooyoung and San could definitely see the appeal of the room, they were having a blast. 

“Now, two people get a lap dance,” the dancer said. “Any volunteers?”

They all raised their hands, laughing loudly when the woman clicked her tongue. “You’re making our job difficult here!”

“Just each choose your favorite,” Hongjoong said.

The woman laughed, loud and musical, shaking her finger at him. “You naughty boy, you’re saying that because last time my favorite was you!” 

Hongjoong smirked, shrugging. “Can’t blame a man for trying.”

The woman turned to San. “Are you a jealous one, sugar?”

“Of Wooyoung, you mean?” she nodded, “Is he your favorite?” 

“I mean, look at him! Hard to not want a piece of that.”

San laughed. “Knock yourself out, he loves the attention.”

Wooyoung blew San a kiss as the woman walked to him, everyone cheering as she started to dance for him. 

“My turn,” Minho announced, scanning around the room as they did a fake drumroll, fingers banging on their glasses. 

“I just have a thing for the shy ones,” he said, stopping in front of Yeosang, who looked ready to flee. “You are a precious thing.” 

“Oh my god,” Yeosang breathed, mortified, looking at Yunho as if he was begging for help. 

“Oh, is he with you?” Minho asked Yunho, who smirked and nodded. San had to have imagined the glance Yunho gave him. “Lucky you.” 

At that, Yunho smiled and grabbed Yeosang’s face, bringing him for a kiss. Yeosang leaned away blushing and giggling with nerves. “Lucky me,” Yunho said with a winning smile, making a gesture as if he was offering Yeosang to the dancer. 

San was not bothered by any of it and he also did not take a tequila shot to have something to do other than being jealous (because he wasn’t).

Hours passed fast in the private room between lap dances, conversations, drinks and yummy appetizers.

San was talking with Seonghwa in a corner when Yunho approached them, listening to the conversation quietly. 

San glanced around, looking for Yeosang, but found him on the other side dancing with Wooyoung and Jongho. San thought it was a bit odd for Yunho to randomly approach them, but he figured Yunho might be making an effort to get to know him, so he smiled at him and made sure he felt included in the conversation. 

Eventually, Seonghwa excused himself to go to the bathroom and then it was just Yunho and San, standing away from the others, alone together.

This could get a bit awkward.

“Having fun?” San asked to avoid any silences.

“A blast,” Yunho said honestly. “And you? I’m happy to see you and Wooyoung fit right in.”

“It’s not like it’s a problem for us,” San said, chuckling. “We are both painfully extroverted, this could be church camp and we would still find a way to make friends.”

“That’s a good quality to have, though,” Yunho said, good mannered. “I think I’m extroverted, but I wish I wasn’t so shy with new people. Takes a while for me to relax.” 

“God, your first conversation with Yeosang must have been painful.”

Yunho snorted. “It actually wasn’t, I’ll let you know,” he said, teasing. “Yeosang is actually very professional, so it was really easy in that sense. We just got straight to work and jumped over the awkwardness.”

“Ah, really? That’s interesting. Not that professional, though.” San smirked, as if he wanted to make the comment light-hearted. Knowing what Yunho knew, he didn’t miss the bitter aftertaste. 

“In his defense, I was the one to break the walls down.” Not a complete lie considering Yunho was the one that suggested hooking up with Yeosang after Seonghwa and Hongjoong came up with the whole seduction plan.

“So maybe you’re not as shy as you think, Yunho. You got the guy in the end, didn’t you?”

Yunho huffed. “In a way, yes.” 

San tipped his head. “In a way?”

Yunho hummed, as if he was considering how to word himself. “I wouldn’t say this is the end.”

“Sorry, I don’t follow.”

Yunho glanced back at where Wooyoung and Yeosang were dancing, smiling so brightly at each other it was like there was no one else in the room.

San followed his eyes, landing on the scene. He actually laughed. “So history does repeat itself. I’ve been there too.” Yunho tipped his head in genuine confusion. “Speaking from personal experience, it’s not worth beating yourself up wondering if there’s something there between the two or not, Yunho. Especially if you wanna move forward with Yeosang.”

Yunho stared for a moment, pretending to be surprised. “Ah. So you know.”

San smiled, convincing. “There is nothing to know, that’s my point. Don’t get caught up in your head.”

Yunho decided to play the jealous boyfriend part and see where that got him. He had gotten Yeosang’s blessing and he was going to make progress tonight. “You see what I see, San, look at them. There is no denying it isn’t there, there is just pretending you don’t see it.”

San smirked. “Then maybe I’m good at pretending.” 

Yunho raised a brow, a smile spreading on his lips. Now this he could work with. “Is that so?”

San hummed a yes. “Fooled you, didn’t I?” 

Yunho smirked, the face of someone who knew something San didn’t. “Sure did. And you taught Yeosang that too, didn’t you?”

San chuckled. “What?”

Yunho shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “The whole pretending thing, Yeosang is good at it. Brilliant, even.” 

San didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if this conversation was actually getting weird. He hummed, not knowing what to reply. 

Yunho leaned in closer, as if they were sharing a secret. “You pretend there is nothing there,” Yunho stopped and gave a meaningful glance to where Wooyoung was twirling a laughing Yeosang like a ballerina, “So Yeosang pretends it too. Even though you know that’s a lie.” 

San stared at Wooyoung and Yeosang, then at Yunho.

Yunho looked like a whole different person, an amused and knowing smile stretching his lips. “Then you and Yeosang go a step forward and pretend you also don’t want each other…”

San’s ears started to ring, his head fuzzy. Had Yunho just accused him of what he thought he had?

How could he know? Had Yeosang told him?

Did Yeosang know?

Wait, Yunho had said each other… Did Yeosang feel something back towards him? Towards them?! The thought alone made San’s heart run laps on his chest.

That changed everything, that-

“Now San, you’ll have to show me how well you can pretend tonight because I’m not going to make it easy on you.”

“W-what?” San asked, honestly lightheaded.
 
Yunho then leaned in, staring in a way that made San feel exposed. It was like Yunho was seeing right through him. “It needs to end tonight, for everyone’s sake. Time to make it impossible for you three to keep pretending.”

Yunho’s smile was so genuine San almost believed him, watching him walk away with wide eyes and a thumping heart. 

San almost spilled his drink as he sat down, trying to go over the conversation in his head again. 

So Yunho knew about the way Wooyoung and San felt about Yeosang? Did Yeosang himself know?

The music was suddenly too loud, he needed to get some air.

He needed to get Wooyoung and leave.

Wooyoung. San needed to tell Wooyoung all of this, he needed-

San searched for Wooyoung in the room and found him casually pouring himself a drink at the bar, swaying his hips to the beat. Alone. 

Yeosang. 

Where is Yeosang?

Yunho laced his fingers on Yeosang’s, pulling him towards the corner of the room where they could hide behind the wall away from the others.

“What are you doing?” Yeosang asked, a confused expression on his face. 

Yunho played it cool most of the time, but facing San and doing what he’d just done made adrenaline course through his body, suddenly feeling bolder than ever.

Maybe he would regret this decision later, but he still pushed Yeosang against a very specific part of the wall and glanced at the mirror on the opposite side to check if San could get a glimpse from outside their private little corner. Yunho smiled when he realized San not only could see them, but he was staring already.

“I did it,” Yunho said, turning back to Yeosang.

“You did what?”

“Remember earlier I asked if I could hint Wooyoung or San on everything? I did it.”

Yeosang stared as his mind caught up with what he’d just heard. “What- tonight?! You did this tonight?”

“About 2 minutes ago.”

Yeosang blinked, heart leaping to his throat. “How- I was dancing with Wooyoung until now, how-”

“San. I hinted San. I think he figured it out, he’s freaking out.”

Yeosang shrieked. “I didn’t think you were doing it today! We are all in the same room! Oh my god, how am I going to face them- fuck, San knows- San knows-”

“Breathe.”

“Can’t, Yun, I can’t-”

Yunho pulled a distressed Yeosang into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. This is what you wanted, right?”

“I’m scared.”

Yunho huffed. “That’s normal, you’re about to get everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s normal to feel nervous.”

Yeosang pulled away. “You can’t know that, maybe he’s freaking out because he doesn’t like me and he doesn’t know what to do with what you told him.”

Yunho just blinked. “I thought we were past the denial phase, Sang.”

“Shut up!”

Yunho laughed. “Fine. Let me show you, then. I told him I would do so, anyway.”

“What-” 

Yeosang couldn’t get any more words out before Yunho’s tongue was in his mouth and his hands were around his waist, pulling him closer. 

Yeosang was pushed against the wall again, Yunho’s body pressing into his in a way that was definitely inappropriate, even if they were hidden behind the wall from the rest of their friends. 

“Thought I should let you know-” Yunho said as he sucked on the skin of Yeosang’s neck. “Met someone. Like him a lot.”

Yeosang sobered up slightly. “Oh my god, really? Yun, I’m so happy for you. Who is he?”

Yunho kissed Yeosang again before he said, “His name is Mingi. He works on the floor below us. Very nice. Funny. Fucking hot. Been out on a couple of dates, but I’ve been stalling the next step so I can wrap this up first.”

“Oh, shit, right,” Yeosang said, suddenly very aware of Yunho’s warm breath on his neck. He wondered if it was strange they were having that conversation at that particular moment, but if there was something Yeosang learned it was that his and Yunho’s relationship made no sense whatsoever. “You should have told me before, I don’t want to get in the way of anything.”

Yunho smiled. “You’re not going to. I’m going to get the job done tonight so I can focus on him. I think there is something there.”

“I’m so happy for you, Yun, really,” Yeosang said with a smile, lips tingling after Yunho’s rough treatment. “Is this your way of telling me you can’t help me anymore? Because if it is, it’s funny.”

“You’re not listening, angel. I said I’m getting the job done first.” Yeosang frowned, still confused, so Yunho continued, “There is something I’ve learned about this corner after coming here so many times.” 

Yunho suddenly spun Yeosang around, facing the wall. Yunho’s hand slithered around Yeosang’s neck, grabbing his throat. Yeosang’s heart skipped a beat, breathing starting to get heavier.

“Don’t you wanna know what it is?” Yeosang was slightly lightheaded, but he managed a hum. Yunho thought that was good enough. His fingers grabbed Yeosang’s jaw and turned his face toward the mirror. 

Yeosang’s gasped when he realized the reflection showed into the room. And San was staring right back at him.

“If you stand exactly where I left San, he can see into here.”

Before Yeosang could even process the fact, Yunho’s demanding hand was turning his face again, this time to kiss him.

Yunho kept his hand on Yeosang’s throat as he kissed him, putting on a show for San, fooling him into thinking this was a show of possession. Yeosang’s mind was fuzzy and there were a billion emotions jumping on his chest.

“Sang, I need you to say yes first.”

Yeosang realized Yunho had asked him a question. “What?” he asked airily. 

Yunho huffed in his ear. “I asked if I can show San what he’s been missing.”

 

San felt his chest burn as Yunho’s hand squeezed Yeosang’s throat, then traveled down his chest to rest on his stomach. 

He was so jealous he wanted to throw up.

San had been trying to work through the bunch of information Yunho had thrown in his face and now he had to somehow process this too. Yunho’s hands on Yeosang’s body and his lips on Yeosang’s neck.

San needed to move, to leave, he shouldn’t be looking… but he couldn’t make himself do the right thing. A perverted part of himself wanted to watch someone do what he couldn’t, touch Yeosang in a way he could only ever dream of. 

Yunho kept whispering things that made Yeosang bite his lips and flush with arousal and screw every attempt San had ever made to not hate Yunho. Fuck this motherfucker.

Yunho pressed Yeosang’s body against the wall and held his waist, rubbing himself on him. If San could hear anything other than the loud thumping music, he was sure he would have heard Yeosang moan.

Fuck this motherfucker.

The expression on Yeosang’s face was something out of a wet dream, his eyes were hooded and his lips were spit wet and San could see the way his nails were digging on Yunho’s hand on his stomach. 

Yunho whispered something that made Yeosang bite his lips and throw his head back at his shoulder. Then he nodded. 

Yunho smiled before his hand dropped lower and lower. 

San felt the room spin as he watched Yunho’s hand undo Yeosang’s pants then dive inside, a mix of hatred, envy and a sick need for more making a dangerous cocktail in his brain. 

Yeosang’s lips parted as Yunho’s hand moved, leaving kisses along his neck and whispering more things in his ear.

This continued for what felt like an eternity and not enough at the same time before they were kissing again and Yunho started to undo his own pants.

Dread set heavy in San’s gut. He couldn’t watch what was coming next. It would kill him.

Suddenly there was something blocking his vision. A Wooyoung-shaped something. 

“Sannie, are you okay?” Wooyoung asked, worried at the look San had on his face. 

San opened and closed his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say. Yunho was about to fuck Yeosang in the same room they were in after Yunho just told him he knew Wooyoung and San felt something for Yeosang and that he felt something back- maybe?

San didn’t know where to begin.

The music was so fucking loud and there wasn’t enough air in that room.

“What’s that look on your face? What cup did you drink from?” Wooyoung started to look around. “Seriously, San, you’re starting to freak me out.”

San’s eyes met Yeosang’s in the mirror.

Time seemed to drag itself out as San watched Yeosang’s face twist with pleasure, Yunho fucking in and out of him now, mouth whispering things in his ear as he kept moving. 

San’s insides were burning with jealousy, but he still didn’t look away - and neither did Yeosang. 

Yeosang kept his eyes on San’s, biting his lips and mouthing curses and actually letting him watch. Wanting him to. 

Yeosang wanted him to see. 

Everything clicked into place in San’s head, but before he could do anything about it there were hands on his shoulders, shaking him. 

Wooyoung was actually worried about his boyfriend. He didn’t usually take any drugs and that wasn’t how he acted when he was drunk, looking scared and upset. 

“Sannie, look at me. Baby?”

San still didn’t look at him, almost as if he couldn’t hear him, eyes still focused somewhere else. 

Wooyoung followed San’s gaze to find what he was looking at.

“Ah, look who’s here,” Yunho breathed in Yeosang’s ear, watching the commotion in the room through the mirror. “Now they both get to see what they are missing. Keep looking, don’t fucking dare look away, angel.”

Yunho pulled Yeosang out of his pants, starting to stroke him as Yeosang whined and moaned, squeezing around his cock.

The way Wooyoung stumbled and froze as he turned around was almost comical, his eyes growing wide and his mouth parting with a gasp. 

Yunho placed his hand back on Yeosang’s throat then buried his face on his neck, leaving a mark there as he finally looked up to San and Wooyoung too, finding their eyes.

If it wasn’t obvious before, it was now - how Yunho and Yeosang were doing this for San’s and Wooyoung’s benefit, how they did not only know they were being watched, but that’s what they wanted.

Yunho kept his pace, a grin spreading on his face as he watched Wooyoung go pale, completely taken aback by what he was seeing. 

Yunho couldn’t help enjoying this so much. It was more than the sex and feeling powerful, it was being a part of team Yeosang and finally giving some sort of payback to the ones that hurt him, because his friend was way too sweet and kind to ever get revenge himself. 

Sweet Yeosang was performing great, however, not breaking eye contact as Yunho fucked him senseless in front of San and Wooyoung, letting Yunho’s greedy hands everywhere, showing him off like a trophy. 

Despite being in a position where he was vulnerable, Yeosang had never felt so powerful. He felt sexy and desired, he felt on a high, he felt like the main character that brought their enemy to their knees amidst tears and slurred apologies. 

Yeosang was worth fighting for and never to be taken for granted and he would make sure Wooyoung and San knew that.

He smiled wickedly as his eyes met Wooyoung’s, licking his lips and throwing his head back, fisting Yunho’s hair and bringing him to his lips. 

The kiss was all tongue and fire, but it was undeniable who was in control. 

“Harder, Yunho,” Yeosang ordered, voice firm and commanding.

And that was the first time Yeosang ever took charge of a situation in a scenario like this, getting a taste of dominance. 

Ah, so that’s what it had been missing.

Yunho chuckled and obeyed, secretly proud of his angel for being daring. Their kiss was more tongue than anything now that Yunho was moving that fast, panting into each other’s mouths as they got closer to climax.

“Fuck- Yun, I’m close,” Yeosang said, moving into Yunho’s hand.

Yunho’s grip on Yeosang’s throat squeezed and forced him to look back at Wooyoung and San. “So show them how pretty their slut looks cuming on my cock.”

Wooyoung could only take so much, turning his back and running away the moment he saw ecstasy take Yeosang’s features, his brows furrowed and lips parted beautifully. 

Wooyoung needed to go home, he wanted to cry, he was confused and furious and- was he allowed to feel these things when he never even tried to stake his claim on Yeosang? Was he allowed to feel jealous for someone doing what he hadn’t been brave enough to do?

He just ran until he felt fresh air hit his cheeks. 

Suddenly he was pressed against something warm and comforting and that smelled like home. 

“Youngie,” San panted, winded from chasing him. He held his boyfriend against his chest.

“Take me home, please.”

--

“I’m going to be sick,” Wooyoung said, stumbling through the front door. San was so dazed his boyfriend had to repeat the phrase a few more times before he reacted. 

San wrapped his arms around Wooyoung and brought him close the same way he had done the whole taxi ride home. “Breathe, calm down.” 

“I can’t!” Wooyoung said. “You saw it too- god, I can’t do this, I will never be able to look at Yeosang’s face again, I can’t.”

“Woo, it’s… it’s not what you think.”

“What? How could it be anything else, San?! You were there, Yunho was- fuck, I hate that guy! I hate him! I wanna punch his stupid face!”

San’s head was pounding, he was confused and upset and now that the pieces had fallen into place he was wondering if it could actually be true. Did Yeosang know? 

Was that what Yunho meant by saying he would make it difficult for the three of them to keep pretending?

Had all that been for their benefit? So they could watch?

“And Yeosang too? Since when is fucking in public a thing he does?! I don’t get any of this!” Wooyoung said, ripping the necklace away from his neck like it was keeping him from breathing. “I’m so- I’m so-”

“Jealous,” San supplied, almost numb with realization. 

“Yes. I am fucking jealous, I’m sorry, Sannie.”

San raised a brow. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Are you… upset at me? For feeling like this?”

San stared before he sighed. “Young, we had this conversation before. I get what you feel and I feel it too. And it doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. I’m jealous too.”

“Good, fuck. Why are you so calm, then? Why are you not freaking out?”

San sighed again, defeated, before he threw himself on the couch. “I’m just confused. And overwhelmed. That doesn’t mean I’m not just as upset as you.”

San rubbed his eyes, getting flashes of earlier, Yeosang’s lips parting with a moan and Yunho kissing his neck. 

He also remembered his strange conversation with Yunho, the things he’d said. 

“Woo,” San called his boyfriend’s attention, reaching for his hand to pull him to sit too. San took a deep breath. “Earlier tonight I had a… talk with Yunho. He knows. About how we feel towards Yeosang.”

Wooyoung’s eyes went wide. “What?! What do you mean?”

“It was a pretty weird conversation. He said something about me pretending not to notice how you and Sang obviously have feelings for each other. And how Yeosang and I pretend not to know we have feelings for each other too.”

Wooyoung stared for a few moments, eyes wide and mouth agape. “But… how… so this was his way to stake his claim? Fucking Yeosang in front of us to, I don’t know, warn us to stay away? That’s fucked up, he could have sent an email or something, he didn’t have to shove his stupid dick in Yeosang’s ass in front of us! That’s way overkill!” 

San would have laughed if he wasn’t so exhausted. “I don’t think that’s what he did.”

“San, it was dark but not that dark. I’m pretty sure about what I’ve seen.”

“No, I mean… I think… I think he knows Yeosang knows. And… I think Yeosang feels the same way.”

Wooyoung blinked a couple of times. “Sweetheart, I know it was a lot today, but listen to what you’re saying. If Yeosang felt the same about us he wouldn’t have a boyfriend and he definitely wouldn’t let his boyfriend fuck him in front of us.” Wooyoung got chills. “I still think I might throw up.”

San still thought he was right, his gut feeling told him so. “What if he did it to make us jealous?”

Wooyoung frowned. “You think Yeosang would go through the trouble of getting a boyfriend just so he could make us jealous? And why on earth would Yunho ever agree to that? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“I… I don’t know.” 

Wooyoung was the one to pull San into a hug then. “Let’s talk about this in the morning, it’s late. Let’s get a shower and go to bed.”

San wanted to talk, he wanted answers, but he was also exhausted. “Okay.”

So they showered together in silence and held each other in bed for hours, pretending to know the other was also not sleeping. 

San eventually gave up on trying to sleep, running his hands through Wooyoung’s hair as the first rays of sunshine bled through the window, overthinking everything that had happened. 

Eventually he drifted off to sleep in Wooyoung’s embrace, but a sweet voice calling his name pulled him back to consciousness not even an hour later. 

What a cruel joke it was that he was dreaming about Yeosang after everything that had happened. 

San stared at the ceiling, the echo of Yeosang’s voice playing in his head, calling his name.

He froze when he heard it again, now fully awake.

“San. Youngie. Please, open up. Please- We need to talk.”

Notes:

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Chapter 4: Owned

Notes:

... not gonna try to justify myself for the delay. sorry, life has been wild as shit.

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“Will you be mad if I let myself in with my key?” 

San and Wooyoung just kept staring at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. 

“Because I really need to pee,” Yeosang added after a while. 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, deciding for both of them. “Just come in, Yeosang.” 

They heard the noise of the keys on the door and saw the shape of Yeosang running to the bathroom. San rubbed his eyes before he huffed out a laugh at the ridiculous situation. That’s not how he thought this was going to go.

He watched as Wooyoung sat down and folded his arms over his chest nervously, staring at the door and waiting for Yeosang to show up. After a few beats of very heavy silence, Yeosang appeared in the doorframe, head hung low. 

“Did something happen?” San asked before any awkward silence could install itself.

“Were you sleeping?” Yeosang murmured, avoiding the couple’s gaze and shifting awkwardly on his feet. 

“No,” San answered honestly, tipping his head and staring at Yeosang, waiting for an explanation. When they didn’t get one San asked, “Yeosangie, are you okay?”

The question seemed to stir something up inside Yeosang because his nose turned red and he suddenly burst into tears.

Wooyoung was the first to jump from the bed, running to his friend. He held Yeosang’s shoulders. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked, voice soft.

Yeosang just cried more and Wooyoung didn’t know what to do other than bring him into his arms and try to comfort him that way. Wooyoung’s mind was running laps trying to figure out what was happening, knowing just how rare it was for Yeosang to cry like this. 

Yeosang buried his face on Wooyoung’s neck, hands balled into fists on his pajamas. “I can’t d-do this anymore- I c-can’t.” 

“What? What can’t you do?” Wooyoung asked, frowning. He glanced at San, still sitting on the bed and looking at the scene with a conflicted expression. 

Yeosang pulled himself away, but looking at Wooyoung’s face just made more tears fall down. 

“Did you fight with Yunho or something?” 

At the mention of Yunho’s name, Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut as if he was cringing at himself. 

“I… we… fuck, how do I start explaining this? It’s a mess, I shouldn’t have let it get this f-far-” 

San sighed and got up, walking towards Yeosang. He stopped in front of him until Yeosang looked up into his eyes. 

He saw right through his best friend. 

“You’re angry?” Yeosang shook his head, so San tried again. “Worried? Scared? Guilty? Okay, guilty. Why are you feeling guilty?” 

It seemed to make things easier for Yeosang, being a way for him to articulate better. “Because I’ve been lying to you and- and it’s killing me.” Another tear slid down Yeosang’s cheek. “I don’t want to lie anymore.” 

“Lying about what?” Wooyoung asked, frowning. 

Yeosang cringed again, then lowered his eyes. He took a deep breath.

“I’m not… I’m not dating Yunho.” 

Wooyoung felt something flip on his chest. “Did you break up?” He hated how hopeful he sounded and how selfish it was that he wanted Yeosang to be single again, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I… I’ve never dated Yunho.” 

“Oh. So you were just hooking up this whole time? It seemed so serious the times we went out,” Wooyoung said, genuinely confused. 

Yeosang pursued his lips. “Technically, we were hooking up, but… but…”

Yeosang just cried more as San and Wooyoung’s expecting eyes looked at him, finding even after all he’d done, all the supposed confirmation he’d gotten, he was still not ready. 

Yeosang couldn’t do it. He was too scared. 

Yeosang couldn’t lose Wooyoung or San - or accidentally break them apart. He had gotten too deep into this fantasy. He was a horrible person. He’d played with their emotions.

He didn’t deserve them.

Wooyoung had no idea what was going on, but he was pretty sure Yeosang was having some sort of a breakdown, sobbing so much he could barely breathe and shaking so hard Wooyoung wasn’t sure how he was standing on his own two legs.

Wooyoung stepped forward again and this time Yeosang wasn’t strong enough to push him away, falling into his arms.

“Breathe,” Wooyoung coached in a murmur. “Just breathe, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Yeosang’s mind was a blur after that, he cried for what felt like hours, throat sore from how much he strained it, but what kept him from losing himself completely were the gentle arms and hands that comforted him and held him through the worst of it.

The questions stopped once Wooyoung and San realized they were just agitating Yeosang more, so finally, he could just cry and let out what felt like years worth of pain, fear and guilt. Everything that had piled up and Yeosang had repressed for the sake of keeping San and Wooyoung close but at the expense of losing a part of himself. 

Yeosang’s lips parted weakly around the rim of a glass, taking a few gulps of water before his head fell resting against someone’s shoulders again. 

San, he recognized, once his hand slid down to Yeosang’s waist and squeezed softly in that comforting way only San knew how.

Eventually, Yeosang’s breathing evened out and he stopped shaking, leaning limply around San. 

“I think he’s out,” Wooyoung whispered, reaching for the hair on Yeosang’s face and pushing it behind his ear, getting no reaction.

San nodded in agreement and slowly started to move, holding Yeosang against him as Wooyoung helped get them further into the bed, lying together. 

It wasn’t the first time they had ended up like this but as Wooyoung and San looked at each other, Yeosang lying between them after crying himself to exhaustion and babbling broken nonsense, it felt different. 

It felt like something was going to change. 

Wooyoung interlocked his fingers with San’s, a silent promise that whatever was coming, even if it was Yeosang saying goodbye to them, they would get through it together.

 

Wooyoung held San tighter when he tried to pull away, as he did every morning. 

He was tired and wanted to sleep for another hour.

San kept trying to move, so Wooyoung whined and held tighter, leaning in until he felt the shell of his ear, nuzzling into his hair.

“‘m so cozy. A little longer, baby,” Wooyoung tried to bargain, still between awareness and sleep. He pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s neck and hugged him tighter.

That seemed to work, but only for a moment, because San was moving again, frenetically this time. 

Wooyoung frowned and opened his eyes. “What the-” 

The first thing Wooyoung noticed was that San was only now starting to wake up. The second was that there was a space between them… a space that someone else was occupying. 

Yeosang’s hair was a mess and his face was completely red, sitting stiffly on the mattress between the couple staring down at Wooyoung with wide eyes. 

Wooyoung quickly understood what had happened, but he didn’t really care. It wasn’t like he didn’t cuddle Yeosang frequently too. 

Wooyoung yawned. “Morning.” 

Yeosang blinked a few times before his shoulders relaxed a bit, taking in Wooyoung’s reaction. “Good morning.” 

“Did you sleep okay?”

Yeosang caught a glimpse of himself on the window reflection and smoothed down his hair. His eyes were swollen and his nose a little stuffy, but that was no surprise. “Passed out.” 

“Me too,” Wooyoung said, then reached for his phone. It was past lunchtime. 

They stared at each other for a little longer before Wooyoung huffed and reached for Yeosang’s hand, pulling him back down. 

Wooyoung had this way of hugging you that felt like you were the most cherished person in the world and everything was going to be alright, like you had no reason to worry about anything. 

Wooyoung nuzzled Yeosang’s hair, rubbing his shoulder up and down. 

“Are you alright, Sangie?” Wooyoung asked.

“If you make him start crying again I’m going to kick you in the dick,” San groaned, watching the scene with narrowed eyes, sure that Wooyoung was on his way to set Yeosang off again.

“I’m just hugging him!”

“Well, those tight hugs of yours do strange things to a person!” 

“It’s just a hug!”

“I don’t care, if he starts crying your dick is taking it!”

To San’s surprise, he heard Yeosang chuckle from behind Wooyoung’s arms. “I’m not going to cry.” 

“See?” Wooyoung sulked, pulling Yeosang closer into his chest.

San rolled his eyes, but dropped it and actually decided to lean in closer, placing a hand on Yeosang’s back.

“Should we make something to eat? I need some coffee,” Wooyoung said after a few moments of silence. 

Yeosang peeked from behind Wooyoung’s arms. If he were braver he would just get this over with, but maybe he needed some more time. 

It was weird how well the three of them understood each other even in silence, because Yeosang knew they got his cue immediately. 

They made small talk in the kitchen as they prepared their food, but there was an unusual heaviness in the air, in a way no one looked each other in the eyes. 

Yeosang wanted to cry again. He was so scared of already having fucked things up, but he couldn’t drag things out any longer. 

“I have something to tell you,” Yeosang said, both hands on the counter and back turned to the couple. 

Okay, this could work. He felt the eyes on his back, but he didn’t see them, so it was fine. 

“Go ahead,” San said. 

Yeosang took a deep breath, trying to keep the anxiety bubbling in his chest under control. “Few months ago someone gave me a crazy idea on how to deal with some… feelings I was struggling with.” 

Another beat of silence. “Okay.” It sounded like San was cuing Yeosang to continue.

Just get it over with, just do it. “I had been- have been hiding these feelings for a long time and I didn’t realize how much of a toll it has been taking on me. I lied to myself and made up excuses and tried to tell myself it was fine like this, but it wasn’t- it isn’t.” 

Yeosang stared at the marble in front of him, his fingers gripping it for dear life.

“What are you talking about?”

Yeosang had never felt himself shake so much, he had never been this nervous. “I’ve been pretending I was in a relationship with someone I’m not. I… I’ve been lying to you. Yunho is not my boyfriend, he just pretended to be to help me.”

“Pretend? It didn’t look like pretending last night.”

“I know.”

Wooyoung sounded a little angry then. “Yeosang, we saw-”

Yeosang cut him off, voice breaking. “I know what you saw. And I’m telling you even though the physical part has been real, nothing else is. Yunho is not my boyfriend, he’s the crazy friend who was up to helping me with this stupid plan.”

A few more excruciating beats of silence followed by a sharp intake of breath. 

“What plan?” Wooyoung asked, sounding bewildered.

Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut. “The plan to find out if- if you seeing me in a relationship would change anything. If seeing Yunho touching me and leaving marks on me would make you jealous- I wanted you two to be jealous of me.” He forced himself to say it. “Because I’m in love with you two.”

Yeosang winced at the stunned silence as he would have had at screams, heart beating in his ears. He prepared himself for the rejection he was sure was coming, but it was strangely liberating to not lie anymore.

Yeosang let out a relieved, but still anxious, breath. He clung to that feeling and turned around to look at Wooyoung and San. 

They both had their mouths hanging open, eyes wide. 

Yeosang swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied, but I did. It was too hard for me to just admit it, I was too scared.”

Still, there was only shock and silence, but Yeosang had already accepted it. He wasn’t loved back, and it was okay. Yeosang would give them some time to process so they could try to save anything that they built over the last years and it would be fine. 

He could handle the rejection. 

Yeosang felt the tears in his eyes betray the attempt at comforting from his thoughts and avoided their eyes, turning to the door instead. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll give you time to digest everything, you don’t have to say anything now. I’m sorry.”

This would kill him.

Yeosang knew now why he’d avoided telling it for so long - the thought of losing Wooyoung and San was ripping him from the inside out. He wanted to throw himself on knees and beg them to still be their friend. 

But Yeosang couldn’t, it wasn’t fair to ask something so big from them, to ask them to do something that would jeopardize their relationship for his sake. Yeosang loved them too much for that.

Yeosang didn’t remember where he’d put his phone or wallet, but he still walked to the front door, shaky hands reaching for the key to unlock it. 

Yeosang felt a hand grab his arm and he was spun around, facing Wooyoung. 

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Yeosang said, “s-so you can talk and-”

“Leaving?” Wooyoung repeated, frowning, the grip so tight on Yeosang’s arm it was actually painful. 

“Yeah, I just dropped a bomb on you two and you need time to wrap your heads around it. I hope you can still see me from time to time, but I know that’s selfish to ask and- never mind, forget that, you never have to see me again. It’s fine. It’s okay. I’ll be fine, sorry again-” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” 

Yeosang shrunk at the scream, watching Wooyoung’s face twist in anger.

Okay, this was unexpected. Yeosang had expected some shock, being rejected gracefully, but he didn’t expect them to be upset at him for feeling the way he did.

“It’s not my fault I fell in love with you! Don’t be mean to me!” 

“That’s- I’m not being mean,” Wooyoung said in a more controlled voice. 

“I hate when you talk to me like that!” Yeosang was still worked up, a tear sliding down his face. “It’s not like I could control it! I didn’t try to ruin everything, Wooyoung, it just happened!”

“Yeosang-” Wooyoung tried again, but Yeosang was still screaming over him, his thoughts all jungled up in his brain.

“Try to put yourself in my shoes. I tried to fight it and when I couldn’t I still held on for years because I didn’t want to hurt you! To hurt Sannie! I tried to do it gracefully, so don’t you dare being an asshole about this!” Yeosang defended himself. 

“Oh yeah, yesterday was graceful as fuck,” Wooyoung said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Hey!” Yeosang put a finger in Wooyoung’s face. “Do not judge me! I did not judge you when you believed you were actually texting BTS’s Jimin in high school-”

“Yes, you did!” 

Yeosang couldn’t lie about that. “Fine, I did, but still doesn’t give you the right to judge me on this! I’m single, you have no interest in me, I did what I thought was a good idea! Seonghwa made it sound like a solid plan.” 

“Seonghwa knows?!” Wooyoung asked with wide eyes. 

“Everyone knows - Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Jongho. It’s humiliating, I don’t know how I’m going to tell them you don’t like me back, they were all so convinced.” Yeosang cringed, surprised at himself when he wanted to laugh at the whole thing. He wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there until he was blessed with the gift of death.

“So let me get this straight. All of them knew and they thought fucking Yunho to makes us jealous was a better idea than to just being honest?” San asked from the other side of the room.

Yeosang cringed some more and then nodded, not looking at him.

San walked until he stood in front of Wooyoung. Yeosang didn’t even try to understand why he was smiling. “I never thought I would say this, Sangie, but you’re an idiot.” 

Yeosang froze, eyes going wide when San leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

It was Yeosang had been pushed out of his body, the shock removing him from the moment. This couldn’t really be happening, could it?

A tentative hand on his waist and a shy swipe of San’s tongue on Yeosang’s bottom lip had him crashing back into reality, sucking a huge gulp of air in a gasp as he finally reacted.

Yeosang’s hand found the back of San’s neck, holding him close as he deepened the kiss, nails sinking into his skin as if he was afraid San would just slip through his fingers and disappear. 

Yeosang’s heart was beating so fast he was getting dizzy, or maybe it was the way San’s body was pressing against his now, hands squeezing his hips. 

San kissed with intent. He wasn’t shy about the way he sucked Yeosang’s tongue, or groaned into his mouth when Yeosang pulled his hair or when he pressed his hips against Yeosang’s, hard in his pants already.

“Should have known you’re a bit of a slut.” It surprised Yeosang as much as it surprised San when he said it.

Before Yeosang could apologize and say he had no idea where that had come from, San was laughing. His eyes were hooded, lips shiny with spit, the perfect picture of sin. “Not a little, Sangie,” he murmured, hands dropping to Yeosang’s ass so he could bring them closer together, ripping a groan out of Yeosang. “A lot.”

San took one more look at the man he’d been in love with for the last year, standing so close he could feel his warm breath and he couldn’t help the chuckle bubbling from his chest. Yeosang tipped his head in confusion and San felt even happier, pulling Yeosang closer again, pressing their lips before burying his face on his neck.

Yeosang didn’t need words to understand what San was feeling, because he felt the same way.

In the silence of their intimate hug, Yeosang’s eyes met Wooyoung’s a few steps back. He was staring with a tight expression, tear streaks on his cheeks. Yeosang knew what every nuance in Wooyoung’s expression meant, what the gleam in his eyes reflected… what those tears were for. 

Yeosang pressed a kiss on San’s hair before he pushed him away gently, smiling before starting to walk toward Wooyoung. 

With every step Yeosang took the further Wooyoung’s expression crumbled until he was silently sobbing, staring at the ground. 

San stood back and watched as Yeosang softly took each of Wooyoung’s hands and laced their fingers, then leaned his forehead on the crown of his head. 

“Are you mad at me?” Yeosang whispered. Wooyoung shook his head. “Scared?” Wooyoung nodded. “Me too, Youngie.”

Yeosang nuzzled Wooyoung’s hair, coaching him to raise his head gently until their foreheads were pressed against each other, but Wooyoung’s eyes were still on the ground. 

“Look at me,” Yeosang asked, not ordered, and waited patiently until Wooyoung complied. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ll make it work.” 

Wooyoung nodded weakly, but his fingers finally closed back around Yeosang’s, holding tightly. “I can’t give him up,” he whispered in a broken voice. “But I can’t live without you either.”

“You won’t have to,” Yeosang answered, brushing their noses together. “We’ll make it work.” 

“Promise me.” When Yeosang nodded Wooyoung let out a shuddering breath. “I need you to understand that the moment I kiss you I won’t let you go, do you-”

Yeosang interrupted the speech he knew was coming with the press of his lips to Wooyoung’s, everything inside him melting just from it. He’d dreamed about this since he was a teenager, but he didn’t think any fantasy could ever compare to the real thing. 

It wasn’t a surprise that Wooyoung kissed nothing like San did, but Yeosang hadn’t expected him to be this soft. The moment their lips met Wooyoung became putty against him, following Yeosang’s lead completely, tongue pliant and body open.

The kiss was deep and slow, familiar somehow. One of Yeosang’s hands untangled from Wooyoung’s so it could come to his face, caressing it gently. Wooyoung leaned against it.

Almost as if his body knew something was missing, Yeosang freed his other hand and reached blindly behind himself, waiting until he felt the weight of San’s hand there. It didn’t stay there for too long, though, sliding up his arm, ghosting down his chest until it settled on his stomach. 

San’s body pressed behind Yeosang’s and his lips wrapped around his neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin while he kissed his boyfriend.

It was slightly overwhelming for Yeosang trying to process all the emotions, but his brain soon shut down everything that went beyond that present moment between the three of them and it was easier to go from there. 

A hand around his throat demanded his attention, tearing him from Wooyoung’s gentle kiss and pulling him into the whirlwind Yeosang was learning being with San was. Yeosang smiled into San’s lips, reaching to behind his head to get some leverage, feeling Wooyoung’s hand start to strip him down. 

“Slow down, kitten,” San whispered and Yeosang opened his eyes to see him looking past him to Wooyoung, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him. 

The view was enough to make Yeosang’s toes curl with desire, so he turned back to San and challenged. “No. Keep going… kitten.”

Wooyoung groaned after hearing Yeosang using the nickname and he soon felt hands on the waistband of his pants. Yeosang smirked triumphantly at San, making him laugh. “Okay, then.”

Yeosang and San kept kissing, all tongue and teeth, dirty and fast, until Yeosang felt hands wrap around his cock. 

“Fuck,” Yeosang whined, breaking the kiss to look down, welcomed with the most beautiful view of Wooyoung opening his mouth and lolling his tongue out to let a drop of precum fall onto it. 

Yeosang let some of his weight fall on San just for the sake of feeling him while he watched Wooyoung start to slowly pump the shaft, tongue still out. 

“Stop teasing him,” San purred. “Suck the head, Woo.” 

Obedient like Yeosang never thought Wooyoung would be, he listened right away, letting his lips wrap around the head of Yeosang’s cock and moving his tongue lazily around it.

“Good kitten,” San praised, which was good because Yeosang couldn’t find any words, mind completely blank. “So pretty, Wooyoungie.” 

Wooyoung’s eyes glazed over slightly, starting to take Yeosang deeper all while he kept moving his hands up and down. Yeosang was sure he had died and gone to heaven, but apparently, San guiding Wooyoung while he gave Yeosang head was real.

Yeosang moaned, biting down his lip as he watched Wooyoung, who was still following San’s instructions.

“Slower,” San said, lips busying themselves at Yeosang’s neck after, hands sliding under his shirt. Yeosang actually whined when San’s fingers found his nipples, ghosting over them, teasing. 

A part of Yeosang wanted to tell him to stop torturing him, but another part (a bigger one) wanted to drag this moment out for as long as possible. 

Yeosang was confused when he felt San bring a hand to his lips, but he parted them nonetheless, sucking his two fingers until they were wet. 

“You’re so pretty,” San whined in his ear. “If you look this orgasm-inducing just sucking on my fingers I don’t know what’s gonna happen when I fuck your mouth.”

Yeosang smirked, making a show of swirling his tongue around the tip of San’s fingers while he looked into his eyes. 

San snorted before he pulled his fingers away, leaning in to kiss Yeosang again. “Got myself another brat, how great. And here I was thinking you were going to be a good boy to balance this out.” 

“I can be a good boy for the right person,” Yeosang whispered with a smile. 

Fewer words were spoken after that because Wooyoung started doing something way too sinful with his tongue and San’s spit-wet fingers were now rubbing delicious circles around his nipples. 

“W-Wooyoungie-” Yeosang moaned. “Slow- ah! Slower or- or…” 

Wooyoung hummed around him, giving arguably the best blowjob Yeosang has ever received. 

“Youngie… fuck. Woo, come kiss me,” Yeosang asked because he didn’t want to cum yet. 

Wooyoung placed a kiss at the slit before he pulled away, getting up from his knees and falling right into Yeosang’s arms. 

“I knew you’d be good at that,” Yeosang joked. 

“Could have found that out years ago when I offered to blow you that one sleep over at senior year.” 

Yeosang snorted, remembering just what he was talking about. Back then Yeosang had blushed so furiously his vision became blurry, but it was all he could think about for months after. 

“I gave you time to get better at it.” 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at Yeosang, but he was smiling when they kissed again. The way Yeosang could taste himself on Wooyoung’s tongue made his chest swell with a possessiveness he didn’t know he had.

They made their way to the bedroom slowly, the clothes being left on the way, the three falling naked on the bed. 

Yeosang had always thought more than two people in one bed would be overwhelming and weird, that someone would be left out, but there was none of that between them. They moved in sync, like they knew what each other needed and wanted, no awkwardness between them. 

Every second that passed they became more comfortable, laughing in between kisses and moans, getting to know each other’s bodies. 

San and Wooyoung were not shy with the praise, telling Yeosang he was perfect, how much they had wanted to touch him, to feel him like this, and Yeosang did the same in return.

Yeosang straddled Wooyoung’s hips and laced their fingers together, pinning them over Wooyoung’s head after. 

Wooyoung whined, bucking his hips up as if he was begging Yeosang to move. He did, starting to roll his hips in a slow rhythm, hearing Wooyoung’s noises to know what made him feel good.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” San said, sitting on the side and watching the scene with a rough hand around his cock, pumping himself. “You two are so beautiful, fuck- you look so good.”

Yeosang looked at San while he swirled his tongue around Wooyoung’s nipple, still rolling his hips along his length. “You fine just watching? I can make room for you.”

“Ah! He likes to watch, keep moving, please,” Wooyoung whined, squeezing Yeosang’s fingers. 

“Are you getting close?” Yeosang asked, coming back to kiss Wooyoung’s lips. Wooyoung whined and nodded. “Fuck, can’t believe I’m making you cum, Youngie.”

Wooyoung let out a dry laugh. “Keep talking about it and I won’t last any longer.” 

“And are you complaining?” 

“No, sir,” Wooyoung said, opening his mouth to let the most obscene noises fall out. “Please, Sangie.” 

Yeosang set a steady pace, rolling his hips over and over until Wooyoung was screaming his name and shaking under him, cum painting their stomach. 

Yeosang drank all of it - Wooyoung’s expression, his noises, the scent of his heated skin, the taste of his lips. 

“I love you,” Yeosang whispered onto Wooyoung’s lips. “I love you. I love you.” He’d never been more sure of it. 

Wooyoung pulled his shaky hands free so he could hold Yeosang’s face and properly kiss him. 

“I love you too,” Wooyoung whispered between heavy breaths. “So much. Ever since I met you- I’ve loved you since then.” 

“I know,” Yeosang confessed. “Sorry it took so long for me to tell you.” Yeosang then looked at San, because that was true for him too. 

San shook his head, getting on his knees so he could kiss Yeosang’s lips. “It took time for us to come to terms with it too. As much as I don’t ever want to even think about anyone touching you again, we needed to see it to know we couldn’t go on like this.” 

Wooyoung huffed, still laying down under Yeosang. “Speak for yourself, I wish I had never seen it. My chest is burning just thinking about it.”

It was Yeosang’s time to laugh, glancing down. “Serves you right for torturing me for months with stories of the people you and San took to bed.” 

San shook his head, turning Yeosang’s face toward him again, kissing him tenderly as if apologizing. “We only ever wanted this, right here.” 

“You were looking in the wrong place,” Yeosang said, slight bitterness behind his tone. 

“I know. I’m sorry it took so long too,” San said, eyes earnest. 

Yeosang nodded and kissed San, trying to ignore the burning in his own chest at the idea of other people once being where he was. 

They definitely had work to do, but as San held Yeosang and Wooyoung kissed a trail along his stomach Yeosang realized he would do anything to keep this.

San parted from Yeosang’s lips and crawled to Wooyoung, whispering something on his lips before they smiled and kissed.

For the first time, Yeosang didn’t have to look away or pretend he wasn’t paying attention, he got to watch Wooyoung suck on San’s tongue and squeeze his small waist until his fingers were marked on San’s skin. Yeosang groaned when San smeared two fingers on Wooyoung’s cum-stained stomach and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before diving into another kiss.

San turned to look at Yeosang when he groaned again, smirking. “You like that?” 

Yeosang felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, but he nodded. 

San got higher on his knees again, staring at Yeosang this time while he gathered more of the sticky liquid on his fingers and Yeosang’s heart skipped a beat, expecting San to do the same to him. 

Yeosang should have known he couldn't predict San’s actions. 

San’s hand went from Wooyoung’s stomach to behind Yeosang’s back and he was confused for a moment before he felt San’s slippery fingers sliding over his entrance. 

“Fuck,” Yeosang sobbed, falling on San’s chest. 

Another set of hands touched Yeosang, but they were bigger, rougher, and more unabashed. Wooyoung squeezed Yeosang’s ass before spreading him apart, making room for San’s fingers. 

Yeosang whined when San started massaging him, feeling himself clench around nothing, wanting to be filled already. His prayers seemed to have been listened, because San gathered more of Wooyoung’s cum and pushed a finger inside him. 

“Another,” Yeosang begged, needing more almost immediately. 

San pushed another finger inside Yeosang, making him whine with pleasure. Yeosang arched into Wooyoung’s hands and dropped his head on San’s shoulder. 

“Too much?” 

“Not enough.” 

San huffed, pressing a kiss on the top of Yeosang’s head. “Let’s take it slow, Sangie, don’t wanna hurt you.” 

“I’m tougher than I look.”

Yeosang felt Wooyoung let go of him, but a slap soon followed. “If he likes it rough, let's give it to him.” 
 
Yeosang whined. “Like you’re not going to be a big mess when I get the chance to fuck you.” 

Wooyoung shifted until he managed to pull Yeosang down to him, kissing him slowly. “I am going to be a big mess, but that doesn’t mean I’ll not be a brat to you every other waking moment.” 

“Welcome to my life,” San said and Yeosang smiled. 

Yeosang was about to give a smart reply but San’s fingers started rubbing that good spot inside him over and over and Wooyoung’s tongue was on his neck, so he forgot anything he wanted to say. 

Yeosang arched into Wooyoung and pushed back into San’s fingers, starting to lose himself when a third finger started stretching him. Yeosang could feel the eyes on him, he heard the low cursing San and Wooyoung let out under their breath, and it was all starting to get foggy.

“S-sannie- I- fuck, that’s so-” 

And then San was kissing his shoulder and Wooyoung’s mouth latched on his nipple and Yeosang couldn’t do anything other than whine, rocking into San’s fingers then back into Wooyoung’s mouth. It was heavenly, Yeosang had never felt this good.

“You sound so pretty, Yeosang, shit.”

“So fucking beautiful. Look at you- fuck-” 

San pulled out his fingers and reached for their drawer, throwing a bunch of stuff on the ground before he found what he needed. 

Yeosang chuckled at his desperation as San opened the bottle of lube. “Calm down, I’m not going anywhere.”

“If I’m not inside you in the next two minutes I might die.” 

“Dramatic.”

“Being serious, my heart will give out, death by horniness.”

Wooyoung and Yeosang laughed, but they were soon kissing again, finding even the smallest of proximity was impossible to resist. 

Yeosang got so lost in the kiss that he only remembered what San was doing when he felt him kneeling behind him, holding his waist. 

Yeosang tried to pull away, to change position, but Wooyoung pulled him back down, arms locking around his neck as he kissed him. Before Yeosang could try again he felt San’s fingers back on his entrance, rubbing maddening circles. 

And just like that, with Wooyoung under him as they kissed, Yeosang felt San starting to push into him. He started to pant into Wooyoung’s mouth.

“He feels good, right?” Wooyoung murmured, kissing around Yeosang’s mouth. “You’ll think you can’t take it at first.” San pushed a little further and Yeosang moaned. “But it feels fucking amazing to be stretched out that much. You’ll feel so full, fuck, Sangie, you look so-”

“Too much?” San asked, voice low and strained.

“Not enough,” Yeosang repeated.

Yeosang sobbed when San pushed himself in all the way in a thrust, pressed against him. 

San leaned down to leave kisses on the back of Yeosang’s neck, body flush to his. “I always knew you would feel better than what I imagined,” San whispered, rutting slowly against Yeosang, wanting to give him time to get used to the intrusion but not fully able to stop himself. “And fuck if I haven’t imagined this… Woo and I have made ourselves cum thinking about having you like this so many times, panting and sweating between us.”

Yeosang sobbed at the thought. “I’ve thought about i-it too-”

San grunted at the admission, giving Yeosang a first full stroke, rutting in possessively. “You’re ours now.” 

San’s pace wasn’t rough, but it was definitely overwhelming, San pressing himself deeply with each thrust, making Yeosang’s entire body shiver. Eventually, Yeosang’s weight gave out on top of Wooyoung, who spread his thighs apart and helped San’s movements, all while he kissed Yeosang’s neck and lips. 

Yeosang couldn’t kiss back, a mess of moaning and sobbing, just letting Wooyoung use his lips and do whatever he wanted to him, rubbing his hard cock over Yeosang’s stomach to get some relief for himself. 

Yeosang was positive he looked debauched, hair sticking to his forehead, lips swollen and voice straining from moaning so much, but he didn’t care.

“S-Sannie- let me have a turn, want to feel him.”

Yeosang didn’t even have the time to process the words before San was pulling out, leaving him feeling empty. 

But not for long. 

Wooyoung pushed in all at once, starting to move immediately, too eager. He laced their fingers and pushed Yeosang up. 

“Want to look at you,” Wooyoung said when Yeosang finally found the strength to sit down, San’s hands snaking around his waist keeping him up. 

Wooyoung felt slightly smaller than San, but the position made him go much deeper, Yeosang’s thighs trembling so much with pleasure he had to put considerable effort before he could start to move his hips, riding Wooyoung with their fingers locked together. 

“Fuck- ah, ah, ah. I’m… c-close- Wooyongie- ah!”

One of San’s hands wrapped around Yeosang’s cock and he didn’t stand a chance, cumming after two strokes. 

Yeosang swayed back, but San caught him, holding him through the aftershocks. Yeosang kept panting and arching the more Wooyoung’s cock pressed on his prostate, prolonging his orgasm and making him dizzy, whole body tingling.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you like this,” San whispered into his ear between kisses. “Wonder if you can take more.”

Yeosang fluttered his eyes open, trying to look over his shoulder. San placed a kiss on his back and tightened his hands around Yeosang’s waist, starting to fuck him on Wooyoung’s cock. 

Yeosang was still too sensitive and had no energy to actually move, but San took care of that, seemingly encouraged by Yeosang’s embarrassingly whiny overstimulated noises. 

Yeosang was being talked to, but he didn’t understand it, all he could focus on was the hands all over him, Wooyoung moaning his name over and over like a prayer and San’s hot mouth on his shoulder. 

“Yeosang?” San called, bringing him back. “Can I, baby?” 

He had no idea what San was asking about, but Yeosang would let San do anything to him. He wanted him to. “Yeah.”

When San’s hands left Yeosang’s hips he was actually glad for once, using the break to try to ground himself, smiling when Wooyoung pulled him down and kissed him again. Wooyoung was still rutting against him, but it was subtle so Yeosang wouldn’t feel like losing his mind.

“Thought you wanted to see me?” Yeosang teased. Wooyoung huffed, biting Yeosang’s cheek playfully.

“That position was not going to cut it, I’m just looking out for you.” 

Yeosang tipped his head in question, but then he felt San settling behind him, then pouring more lube where he and Wooyoung were connected. When San started rubbing a finger around his stretched hole Yeosang held his breath.

“Oh, fuck,” Yeosang whined when he felt San slide in a finger next to Wooyoung’s cock, stretching him further.

“Look at you, taking it so well,” San praised. Wooyoung’s hands went back to spreading him, offering San an even better view. “Thank you, kitten.”

A second finger slid in and Yeosang’s body started to shake again. It was a lot, but he was so turned on it didn’t hurt, just a good big stretch.

Even more so when San removed his fingers and put his mouth on him instead. Yeosang wanted to scream, Wooyoung was still keeping him nice and full and now San’s tongue was licking along his sensitive hole, thrusting inside, then accompanied by one, two, three fingers. 

Yeosang felt the sobs rising and tears starting to rim his eyes when San pressed the tip of his cock in alongside Wooyoung’s, stretched to a point he never thought he could be. Wooyoung kissed him while San slowly pushed in and Yeosang felt the tears sliding down his face.

Being full or overwhelmed wasn’t foreign to Yeosang, what was really sending him into another level of pleasure was feeling this owned.

The first thrust from San made Yeosang fall on top of Wooyoung, but hands forced him back up and kept giving him more, a rhythm building.

“Is it enough now, Sangie?” San asked, panting, leaning to nibble on his back.

Yeosang sobbed and nodded, hands fisting the sheets and trying to focus on not cumming again so soon, but it was getting hard with so much pressure inside. 

“You sound so wrecked,” San moaned. “So pretty- f-fuck, you feel so good.” 

“Waited so long for this, Sangie,” Wooyoung panted into his mouth. “Love you so fucking much.”

At that moment Yeosang felt like the most desired, cherished and loved person in the universe, praised being whispered on his skin, desperate hands and lips kissing his body, pleasure so overwhelming he felt close to losing it. 

Yeosang came again with a scream and it didn’t take long for San and Wooyoung to follow, filling him completely, an obscene stream sliding down his thighs when they pulled out.

San pulled Yeosang into his chest, kissing his forehead and his cheeks until he stopped crying, Wooyoung embracing him from the back.

It took a while, but they didn’t let go.

Yeosang’s fingers were locked in Wooyoung’s while he kissed San lazily, feeling completely ruined but in pure bliss at the same time. 

They ended up not getting out of bed for a few more hours, stuck between a cycle of taking quick naps and waking up with the other’s hands all over each other.

Yeosang truly hoped this became tradition for the three of them.

--

When Yunho opened the door and saw Yeosang standing there alone he raised his brow. “Where is the rest?”

Yeosang rolled his eyes, shoving the soju pack in his hand onto Yunho’s. “Nice to see you too, Jeong.” 

“I saw you at work this morning, you’re old news.” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes and went around Yunho, immediately wrapped into welcoming arms.

“Yeosangie!” Hongjoong said, pulling him closer. “I missed you so much.” 

Yeosang wrapped one arm around Hongjoong’s shoulder and looked back at Yunho. “See? This is how you welcome someone into your house.” 

“He doesn’t live here, this is mine and Min’s house,” Yunho said, going to drop the bottles on the table. 

Yeosang finished hugging Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and dropped a kiss on the top of Jongho’s head before he walked to Mingi on the couch. 

Mingi opened his arms. 

Yeosang laughed and leaned down to hug Mingi, squeezing his shoulders. “Hey, you.”

“Missed you.”

Yeosang snorted. Mingi worked in the office on the floor below his and Yunho’s, so they always got coffee or lunch together. “Have you?”

“So much.” 

“Alright, paws off,” Yunho said from across the room.

Yeosang sat beside Mingi and threw an arm over Mingi’s shoulder. “Or what?”

“No flirting in front of my single ass,” Jongho mumbled.

Mingi slid a hand around Yeosang’s waist so they would fit more comfortably. “If you only got your head out of your ass and asked Daehwi out you could be part of the gang.”

“Don’t start on the Daehwi thing again.” 

“Just saying. He clearly likes you-”

“He works for me, it’s inappropriate.”

“Fire him and be his sugar daddy, then.”

“We’re the same age.” 

Mingi raised a brow. “My point stands.” 

Yeosang shrugged and nodded in agreement. “I mean, hard to think he would say no to being fucked by his hot and fucking loaded boss.”

Jongho stared at Yeosang for a moment before he turned to Yunho. “Yeosang was never the same after you put your slutty hands on him.”

“He was a slut before me, he just didn’t know it,” Yunho said and Yeosang turned to glare at him.

“Excuse me?” 

“Slut,” Yunho enunciated, but when Yeosang tried to get up from the couch to go after him Mingi held him down. 

Yeosang thought Mingi was trying to deescalate the situation, but then he offered Yeosang a smirk. “He’s not wrong.”

Yeosang’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Ouch! Ah! I’m joking!” Mingi said when Yeosang started to slap him left and right.

“How- would you- even know?” Yeosang asked between slaps. “Show me- some- respect!”

“Oh, I know. Ouch, stop! Yunho’s told me everything, how that one time you-”

“That’s enough from you,” Yeosang said, sealing a hand over Mingi’s giggling mouth, then turned to Yunho. “And you should be ashamed of yourself, kissing and telling like that!”

Yunho raised a brow. “You told your boyfriends everything, why couldn’t I tell mine? In my opinion your offense should be worse since you have two boyfriends and I only have one. And besides, it was like ages ago-”

“It’s only been a few years!”

“My point still stands. And from what San’s been telling me over Valorant lately, it’s seemed you only grew into your sluttiness.”

Yeosang was going to kill San. “Shut up, I’ve heard enough from you.”

“Anyway, yeah, you should ask Daehwi out,” Hongjoong said after a few seconds of Yeosang and Yunho’s glaring match. 

Jongho then rolled his eyes. “Where is Wooyoung and-”

“Seonghwa hyung!” Yeosang was startled by the scream, even if he should already be used to it by now. 

Seonghwa laughed, opening his arms so San could run into them, almost knocking him over. “Hey, glad you could make it. What took you guys so long?” 

“Parking,” Wooyoung said, coming behind his boyfriend to hug Seonghwa and Hongjoong too. 

Jongho pretended to be annoyed when San squeezed his cheeks and Wooyoung threw himself around his neck, but everyone knew he liked the attention. 

“You drove here?” Yunho asked, raising a brow. He knew how much Yeosang, Wooyoung and San all liked to drink. 

“I work tomorrow morning, not drinking,” San explained, then walked to Yunho so he could wrap an arm around his back, patting gently. “You look handsome, big guy.” 

Yunho huffed. “You always say that.”

“And it’s always true. It’s been a while since I last saw you in person, like three weeks?”

“Yeah.” 

“Adopted a daughter, I heard,” Wooyoung added.

Yunho huffed. “Yeah, a furry daughter.” 

“Big step,” Wooyoung said with a smile, glancing at Mingi with a smirk. “Congratulations.”

Wooyoung and Yunho in particular never got too close - due to the jealousy Wooyoung admittedly still held onto even after two years of dating Yeosang - but the reason the group just clicked regardless was due to how well the rest ended up getting along. 

Mingi, Jongho and Yeosang started working out together, San and Yunho grew closer after becoming gaming buddies, Wooyoung and Seonghwa were obsessed with each other and they all ended up just becoming a thing regardless of the admittedly messy dating and hooking up history between them.

It was rare that all eight hung out like this due to their different and hectic schedules, but it was always a fun time when they managed to make it work.

“Here she comes. Hey, beautiful,” Wooyoung cooed, laying with his belly down to be eye level with the sleepy puppy when she came out of the room to check what all the commotion was about.

She wagged her tail all the way to Wooyoung, who cooed and kissed her.

She licked Wooyoung’s cheek over and over as he giggled, rubbing her fur. “Mangi, did she take the rest of her shots?” 

Mingi huffed. “Yeah. I texted a selfie of me crying, don’t you remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” Wooyoung said, pressing his nose to the puppy’s, who promptly licked it too. He chuckled, talking to the dog in a baby voice.

“Let me have a turn with her,” Yeosang said, untangling himself from Mingi and reaching his arms out to the puppy, who ran to him excitedly.

Wooyoung glared at Yeosang, but he didn’t pay it any mind, petting and talking to the puppy. San joined in and they giggled and played with her together. 

“So you can play with San and not me, Yeosang?” Wooyoung asked bitterly. 

“Yes,” Yeosang deadpanned, not even turning to face Wooyoung. “I’m only with you because of the money, Wooyoung. After you make enough I’ll kill you off and go spend your fortune with San.” 

The room burst into laughter, except for Wooyoung, who was sulking. Yeosang snorted at his boyfriend’s pout, then pulled him by the arm so all three could play with the puppy together. 

That’s how Yeosang usually dealt with jealousy coming from Wooyoung in their relationship, finding not giving it much attention was better than trying to explain to him for the millionth time how much he loved him.

Because Yeosang knew deep down Wooyoung just liked to hear it. 

Yeosang caved (as usual) and leaned into Wooyoung’s ear, whispering a soft I love you, stupid in his ear before kissing his cheek. With the way Wooyoung beamed as if he’d just won the lottery, Yeosang put the issue to rest.

“So how has work been?” Jongho asked San. “You were pretty scared of the new position.”

“I’m still adapting,” San admitted, sitting up straight to look at his friend. “A lot more responsibility, a lot more contact with parents, but it’s been amazing having a say on how to do things around the school. I feel like I’m making a difference.”

Yeosang smiled brightly, proud of his boyfriend. He had already forgotten he was supposed to be mad at him for being such a gossip.

As if Yeosang could stay mad at San for more than an hour.

They put on some music and just enjoyed each other’s company, chatting, drinking, and eating together until it was time for them to leave. 

“I’ll go get the car, watch his drunk ass,” San told Yeosang, pointing to Wooyoung, who was currently on Yunho’s lap serenading him.

Yeosang huffed a laugh. “Woo won’t believe it when you tell him he did this again.”

San snorted. “Me telling him? You tell him this time.” Yeosang pouted and San rolled his eyes. “Fine, Yeosang.”

Yeosang giggled, a little buzzed. “I love you, Sannie.”

San leaned in and pecked Yeosang’s lips. “Love you too, beautiful. Be right back.” 

Yeosang walked back in, sitting beside Yunho and reaching out his arms so he could pass him his boyfriend, who woohoo’ed over being manhandled by the two.

“Cuddling with Yunho again, huh?” Yeosang asked jokingly. 

“That’s not Yunho,” Wooyoung said, pointing at Yunho.

“Oh. So who’s that?” 

Wooyoung snorted. “That’s Yunho’s brother, duh.”

Yeosang raised a brow and looked at Yunho, who shrugged as if he was saying he didn’t know where that had come from either. “Ah, got it.”

“You’re so hick silly, baby,” Wooyoung said, laying down his head on Yeosang’s chest. “I love you.” 

Yeosang kissed the top of Wooyoung’s head. “Love you too.” 

Wooyoung then reached for Yunho’s hand, whispering, “Don’t tell Yunho, but you’re more handsome than he is.”

Yunho then snorted. “Alright, I won’t tell.”

“He is handsome too, you know, but I can’t tell him that because we’re not that close.” 

Yunho huffed. “Thanks, Woo.” 

“You’re welcome, Yunyun,” Wooyoung said before promptly passing out in Yeosang’s arms.

Yunho chuckled. “He likes me, you know, I can tell.” 

“He does, he just can’t help being jealous after everything,” Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung closer, smoothing a hand over his hair. “It will get better with time.” 

Yunho glanced at Wooyoung’s sleeping form. “It should get better when you put that ring on his finger.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened and looked around, relieved when he saw no one was paying attention to them. He sighed. “Hopefully, yeah.” 

“Are they suspicious at all?” 

Yeosang then smirked. “Of course not, I hid the rings really well.”

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