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“Gunwook is pretty broad, don’t you think?” says Taerae, conversationally. It’s almost too casual. Matthew knows better than to believe that he is.
He lowers his phone so that he can stare at his boyfriend through narrowed eyes, calculating. Taerae isn’t even doing anything special. He's just sitting next to where Matthew is stretched out on the bed with his head pillowed on his arm, his phone balanced against his knees. Up until five minutes ago, Matthew wouldn’t have doubted that his boyfriend had just been innocently playing one of the mobile games he enjoys so much. Now, though, he’s not that certain anymore.
He clears his throat, taking a shot at batting for ‘natural’ and probably missing the ball completely. “What are you implying?”
Taerae just hums, nonplussed. “Am I implying anything?” he says, which is clearly a rhetorical question, and he doesn’t even pretend to wait for Matthew's reply before carrying on. “I’m just making a comment. Our dongsaeng, Park Gunwook, is broad. Nice broad shoulders, broad chest.”
“Yes,” says Matthew, slowly. “And the sun is hot and the earth is round . . .” His voice trails off, hoping for Taerae to give him a further clue.
With a little amused noise, Taerae locks his phone and tosses it towards the foot of the bed, before turning to Matthew fully. Like this, with his boyfriend’s undiluted attention on him, Matthew feels seen in the best way ever. Taerae has this way of flaying you open with his gaze only, those gorgeous eyebrows framing his sharp gaze. It always makes something hot pool low in Matthew's tummy, something that straddles the line between uncomfortable and so very turned on that it almost gives him a head rush. Let it be said that Seok Matthew wasn’t a weak man before he met Kim Taerae—but he isn’t ashamed of who he is either. Not if it gets him Taerae, like this.
“I’m just saying,” says Taerae, kind of breathily. “You are broad because you work out a lot, hm?” His hand wanders down, lazily, fingers tracing a path from Matthew's shoulder and along the line of his collarbone down to his pecs. Matthew can’t help but flex a little bit, almost like a reflex, and it’s clearly noticed, if the slight tilt of the corner of Taerae’s mouth is anything to go by.
“But Gunwook is broad because that just seems like his natural state, or something,” Taerae continues, like nothing had happened. “I just think it’s an interesting contrast.”
“It’s unfair is what it is,” grumbles Matthew, and then immediately shrieks and curls in on himself when Taerae pinches his nipple, almost punishingly hard. He twists away, trying to ignore how the combined pain-pleasure zinged up his spine like a confusing spark. With a pout, he rubs at his nipple, which is probably inflamed a little by the other’s rough handling. “Ow! You know these don’t grow back if you pinch them too hard.”
“Dramatic.” Taerae huffs out a laugh, and it’s fond. “I didn’t want you to get stuck up in your head, is all.”
Matthew bumps his head into the side of Taerae’s arm until the other relents and scratches his nails across Matthew's scalp. If he was a cat, he’d be purring. But there are important matters at hand. “I just don’t know how to feel about you looking at Gunwook and commenting on his . . . broadness, I guess.”
“Oh, don’t front, my baby,” says Taerae, sweetly. “I see the way you look at Jiwoong-hyung when you think no one is looking. And I'm not even looking at Gunwook for me. I’m looking at him for you. and Gunwook-ie himself, I guess.”
Matthew thinks about his words for a moment. “. . . no comment.” Then he pauses, tries to gather his bearings again. “But what are you saying.” It’s supposed to come out as a question, but it falls flat somewhere between a statement and a demand. Matthew normally isn’t as inarticulate as this, it truly is just Taerae and being around him, he swears.
But Taerae just hums again, and he somehow manages to make the noise sound smug. “I’m saying absolutely nothing,” he says. “Not yet.”
“Hmph.” Matthew moves his face slightly so that he can chomp down on the meaty inside of taerae’s arm. There’s no force behind it, but it’s comfortable to have something between his teeth like this. Like he’s holding onto something. An oral fixation, Taerae would and has called it. Matthew would prefer not to think about it too deeply.
With gentle hands, Taerae rescues Matthew’s phone where he’s still clasped it between his fingers. He expertly tosses it towards the foot of the bed, where it clacks against Taerae’s own phone and then disappears into the dungeon of lost and forgotten things that is the edge of his bed. Whatever, that’s why Find my iPhone exists. Matthew doesn’t have too long to consider it anyway, because Taerae is leaning down, broad palms cupped around Matthew’s cheeks, and pressing their lips together.
Taerae always tastes so divine and his lips are so plush and slick, and the inside of his mouth is always so comfortably warm. And they fit so well together, because Matthew loses himself in the heady feeling and then kisses like he is drowning and Taerae is the air he is gasping for, and Taerae is a bit more subdued but no less excited, licking into Matthew’s mouth with an expert tongue. It doesn’t take that long to progress from there, and before he knows it, Matthew has his shorts around his knees and Taerae’s hand around his dick. Not that he’s complaining about the situation.
The drag of Taerae’s fingers is a bit dry at first, but something about the rough pleasure-pain always makes Matthew’s dick weep precome even more than it usually does when he’s just aroused, his knees curling slightly towards one another. And Taerae knows that, because he always makes it hurt a little bit just before it starts to feel only good, and it always makes Matthew go a little shivery with pleasure, a little bit cross-eyed from the rush of it.
“You look so good like this, Matt-ah,” says Taerae, because he isn’t only talkative outside of the bedroom but even more inside of it, always narrating what he’s doing and what Matthew looks like to him (so beautiful, whenever he’s feeling kind, and like a slut, whenever he’s feeling particularly mean—not that Matthew minds either way) and what he is going to do next. “Are you going to come for me? Going to make my hand all dirty for me?”
Matthew tends to go more wordless whenever they play like this, but that doesn’t mean he is silent. He grunts and whines and moans, all sounds that Taerae delights in dragging out of him, his mouth pressed against the salty skin on the inside of Matthew’s neck where sweat beads. When Taerae asks questions like that, they’re mostly rhetorical, especially since Matthew is hard as a rock and leaking like a faucet, but Matthew likes trying to answer, even if it’s never much more than a stammered, “uh huh.” Sue him, Matthew’s got a boyfriend with talented hands. Not his fault.
And Taerae wanders his empty hand down, whilst Matthew clumsily tries to lean up and press their mouths together into something thankful, something loving. His legs fall open when Taerae tickles the pads of his fingers along the sensitive inside of his thighs, bumping along his heavy balls and up the crack of his ass. Above his fingers, Matthew clenches his asshole, whining loudly.
“Wouldn’t you like me to fill you up here, dearest?” says Taerae, so pleasantly. “Wouldn’t you like me to stuff you here until it’s all you can think about?”
“Taerae-yah,” says Matthew, like it is the only word that even makes sense to him right now, and then he’s coming, all across Taerae’s hand and his own shirt, with so much force that he sees stars.
--
When you live in an apartment with eight other dudes (including one baby), out of which more than half are fucking when the schedule allows it, you learn to create codes that clearly broadcast do not bother us for the next few hours unless there is a fire . Matthew originally doesn’t share a room with Taerae just like Hanbin and Zhang Hao originally don’t sleep in the same room, but those facts are slightly nullified by the fact that roommate association is slightly redundant in their dorm anyway, as they tend to rotate on a daily basis who is sleeping where. Nevertheless, if Taerae wants to keep Hanbin out of their original room, and Zhang Hao wants to do the same for Gunwook, they’ll publicly say something along the lines of, we are having a sleepover tonight. It’s a blessing from above that there was a smart Wakeone staff that all saw them during Boys Planet and hurriedly decided they’d need a dorm with soundproof rooms, because Matthew definitely knows he’s not the quietest whenever Taerae really decides to take his time, and so far, he hasn’t had any comments or teasing eyebrow wiggles yet.
Anyway. Matthew is spread out on the couch, relaxedly playing games, since they have a rare afternoon off. He’s pretty certain that the other members are also lazing the time away at various locations around the dorm, though it is very possible that Ricky, Jiwoong, and Gyuvin have gone out to do some retail therapy. Nevertheless, Matthew is on the couch, controller in his hands, and Gunwook is curled at his side. The younger had been rummaging around on his phone up until a few minutes ago, and is now just leaning into Matthew’s arm, a comfortable heavy weight. He isn’t snoring yet, so he’s still awake, but Matthew doesn’t think it’ll be long, like this.
It’s adorable, how Gunwook pretended that he is a person who doesn’t enjoy skinship, yet loves to find Matthew and fondly bully him into cuddling or hugging whenever he wants. Matthew, as the band’s cuddling fan number one, doesn’t mind at all, especially since Gunwook is akin to a teddy bear that is also a weighted blanket.
Before, Matthew wouldn’t have thought anything about it. Now, Taerae is the devil on his shoulder. Matthew isn’t the most observant member, typically, and yet.
The door to Jiwoong’s room opens, and out wanders Taerae, casually as anything. When they say that the dorm arrangements don’t really mean anything, that’s not a lie. And Matthew can concur that Jiwoong’s room is a really great place to nap, since not only has he managed to squeeze a twin bed into the small room, but his mattress topper is incredibly plush and his curtains block out most of the light. It’s even better when Jiwoong is also there, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Taerae wanders towards the two of them, like how a tiger might laze towards its helpless prey, with the quiet assurance that the other won’t be able to get away anyway. Matthew pauses his game, almost automatically, and tilts his head back when Taerae gets close enough that he can slide his hand underneath his chin, easy as anything. Matthew can feel how Gunwook’s thigh tenses slightly where it is pressed against his leg when Taerae quickly presses a kiss to Matthew’s pouting bottom lip.
“Enjoying your time off?” Taerae asks, slightly amused.
Matthew makes a noise of confirmation, dropping his controller in his lap so that he can curl one hand around Taerae’s hip bone. “Did you have a good nap?”
“I did.” Taerae smiles, a cross between fond and amused. Like this, with Taerae framed by the lazy, afternoon light and standing between Matthew’s legs in such a way that he has to tilt his head back to look at the other, Matthew understands why people used to think their gods were in the sky above them. “I was wondering if I was going to wake up alone or not, but I now realise that you are busier with something more important.”
Next to Matthew, Gunwook lets out the tiniest gasp. Any other time, Matthew would’ve missed it, but right now, he feels weirdly in tune with the younger’s reactions. From the sparkle in Taerae’s eyes, it’s clear that he has also noticed.
“Anyway,” says Taerae, as if nothing happened, as if all of this is just ordinary. “I’m just letting you know we’re having a sleepover tonight. It’s been too long, dearest.”
Normally, when one of them makes a comment like this, making sure that Yujin isn’t nearby or at least isn’t listening, the others will look away, pretending like they don’t all know what the implications are. It’s just the polite thing to do, even if they all know what’s going to transpire later that night. But today, the energy in the room is charged in a weird way. Not in a bad way, but a good, weird way. It probably has something to do with the way that Gunwook’s dark gaze still is lingering on the side of Matthew’s face, somehow slightly thoughtful, slightly interested.
Matthew has never been the most observant, that is true, but he’s putting two and one together, and coming to the conclusion that it actually makes three. Now, if only Taerae would let him know what he’s plotting—then they’d at least be on the same wavelength.
For now, Matthew settles for sitting back whilst Taerae expertly manipulates the situation in his favour, just like the slightly younger tends to do. Licking his lips, he tells himself that if this is going where he thinks it is going, the wait will be worth it. After all, nothing that comes too easy is worth it. Matthew would know all about that.
That night, when Matthew opens Taerae up first on his fingers and then on his dick, Taerae narrates how pretty he’d think Matthew would look with his hole stretched wide and how overwhelmed he’d be, and Matthew can’t help fucking up into Taerae with a nearly reckless abandon. It would be embarrassing how fast he comes, if it wasn’t for Taerae coming immediately afterwards, his bared neck prime real estate for Matthew to sink his teeth into.
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The following morning, Taerae limps into the kitchen with the air of a victor. He’s wearing a shirt with the collar sagging lower than honestly necessary, and it exposes the line of hickeys that Matthew had sucked below his collarbone the night before. Normally they’d be hidden from prying eyes, but it’s clear that Taerae is going the nuclear warfare route. Matthew is trying to hide how much his mouth is watering, with his claim clearly laid bare like this. As if he’s some kind of animal. When Jiwoong spots him, he bursts out into laughter, reaching out with a finger that Taerae expertly dodges.
“Were you mauled by an animal or something, Taerae-yah?” he asks, amusedly.
“Or something,” Taerae agrees, sitting down at the kitchen table as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. He looks around the table. “Gunwook-ah, would you pass me a bowl of rice?”
Wordlessly, Gunwook obeys, though Matthew can see how the younger is avoiding Taerae’s eyes. He’d be worried, if Gunwook’s cheeks weren’t flushed with something eager and his pupils weren’t dilated as much as they are now. Honestly, Matthew must be broken a little bit, as Gunwook’s obvious interest doesn’t bother him as much as it probably should. If anything, the heat zings up his spine.
When Gunwook passes Taerae the rice, Taerae’s eyes flutter. “Good boy,” he purrs, voice low and bordering on dangerous. Almost as a reflex, Matthew’s legs squeeze together, and he has to fight to keep down a whine. Is he a weakling or what?
It seems like Gunwook doesn’t really know how to deal with this situation, since he blushes, flusters, manages to cook up the worst excuse possible, and then flees. Matthew watches how Taerae tracks his retreat with calculating eyes, and smiles. Taerae’s teeth are white and sharp. Matthew wants to feel them on his skin.
“Laying it on a bit thick, huh, Taerae-yah?” Hanbin says, breaking the silence and looking pointedly at the younger.
The rice gracefully pauses in the air where it is on its way to Taerae’s mouth in between the metal chopsticks. “I do not know what you mean,” he says, like a perfect liar, and it is clear that the hunger in Matthew’s belly will not be satisfied by food.
Hanbin shakes his head, but he doesn’t say anything else, and Zhang Hao just giggles, something breathy, and that’s that.
--
Life doesn’t stop when you want to bone your hot band member together with your sexy boyfriend, sadly, and especially not when you’re in a reasonably successful Korean pop band. Matthew can’t do anything but accept his fate, which includes endless meetings, endless interviews, even more endless dance practices, and holding Taerae’s hand between their thighs so that their manager, sitting in the front seat of the van and looking wearier than life itself from having to manage what are essentially nine puppies high on caffeine and little to no sleep, can claim plausible deniability when he’s asked about it. Or something like that.
Anyway, the few minutes of freedom they’re afforded in between shuttling to their van and moving from company to slightly-offensive-backyard-shed-turned-photostudio are not long enough to justify doing what Taerae has been planning to do. So, the two of them just wait from the sidelines. Where Taerae is content to just observe and generally is smug, Gunwook is typically Matthew’s teddy bear, which is something he refuses to give up whatever happens next. So, despite the fact that Gunwook flusters a bit more than perhaps before, Matthew has absolutely no shame in bullying him to lie horizontal on the nearest, available surface and then curl up on top of him. Gunwook is warm like a living and walking heater, and his hands are wide enough to span more than half of Matthew’s back, and he snores a little bit whenever he manages to doze off (healthy young boy genes, he has), but that’s okay, too.
“Gunwook’s so good to you, huh?” says Taerae, amusedly, when Matthew droops back to him after dozing next to the younger for a whole twenty-two minutes. They have to go and shuttle into the back of a van with tinted windows now, which will take them to a large hall to practise the impressive choreography for their next comeback. “Treats you well.”
“Hmng,” Matthew agrees, words as of yet still difficult and brain still a little bit mushy. He might be blushing now, both due to the fresh memory of Gunwook’s thigh pressing into the side of his leg and Taerae’s knowing gaze as he scrutinises Matthew’s general state, but it’s hard to tell with the general haziness of just having woken up. “Wookie’s a good dongsaeng.”
Taerae tilts his head to the side, grinning. It exposes the sharp of his white teeth and the soft pinkness of his gums, and Matthew is once again hit with a flash of desire so strong it nearly bowls him over. (Bite bite bite.) His voice is wistful yet teasing. “Would you let him take care of you, Matt-yah? He’d look so broad next to you . . .”
But Matthew can’t reply to that, woefully, because one of their general managers is coming up from behind them somewhere and calling out for them to split up into two groups and head to the vans. He just quickly reaches out and squeezes Taerae’s wrist, somewhere between a warning and something grateful, and then does as the manager told them to.
Because this is what Matthew fought tooth and nail to achieve: a storm bottled up in a glass cup, two-and-a-half years of sweat and then an uncertain future. That he got Taerae, and Gunwook, and all of the others out of it, is just an extra benefit. So, all of the additional things he gets out of his fortunate situation have to take a definite backseat to the things he needs to do.
However, where Matthew might just accept how life is like that and take things with his fragile belly up as they come, Taerae isn’t really that person. When there’s something that Taerae wants, he has quite a one-track mind, like a shark smelling blood in the water. It can both be incredibly hot and the most frustrating thing ever. Matthew doesn’t know where he is sitting right now, on that sliding scale, but the next time they actually have an evening and the following morning off, it takes Taerae about thirty minutes to figure out the logistics of getting everyone out of the house at least for the next two and a half hours.
Everyone, except for them and Gunwook that is.
(When they all file out of the apartment, with half of them going for dinner and the other half going for a movie, Jiwoong sends Taerae a wink, and mouths, go get it, tiger. Matthew suddenly feels like he is missing something.)
“Wow,” says Gunwook, dazedly, when it’s just the three of them in the dorm. “I didn’t realise everyone had plans except for us.”
“That’s fine, right, Gunwook-ah?” Taerae throws his arm around Gunwook shoulder, even if he has to tiptoe a little bit to do so. Matthew tries not to look at the stark difference in their physiques, obviously fails. “We can just have fun with the three of us.”
“Right.” Gunwook’s voice is small, slightly questioning. He looks skittish, like perhaps a baby deer or a semi-feral cat, and might be prone to running off before they even have time to approach him. “What do hyungs want to do, then?”
Matthew makes eye contact with Taerae, shakes his head, minutely. “Why don’t we order some food and have dinner first?” he suggests. “I’m hungry.”
“Alright.”
They order jjajangmyeon and a platter of tangsuyuk, and Taerae and Gunwook squabble about pouring versus dipping, and they spread out across the large couch in the living room, some nonsensical variety show on the television. Matthew barely follows it, because Taerae has curled up next to Matthew innocently to feel up his ass not-so-innocently. Okay, then.
Gunwook has clearly gotten comfortable again, stretched out across the couch pillows with his shirt riding up the tiniest bit, which reveals a thin strip of tanned skin above his tiny shorts. Matthew knows that Taerae has been sneaking hungry looks there every so often, biting his thick bottom lip. It is cute to see that, despite him trying to act otherwise, it is clear that Taerae isn’t as unaffected by all of this as he would like to show. That makes two of them, at least.
So far, Matthew has been able to predict what Taerae’s next move would be pretty well. That is why he’s completely blindsided when Taerae decides that enough is enough , and swings his leg up and over so that he is straddling Matthew’s lap. His hands are slightly cold against Matthew’s flushed cheeks but his mouth is hot where he presses it against Matthew’s lips. For a moment, Matthew can’t do anything but surge up and kiss back, fingers curling around Taerae’s wrists to keep him in place, bare toes curling into the plush carpet.
And then a loud gasp sounds from their left, and Matthew remembers where he is and what is going on. His eyes open again from where they’d fluttered closer automatically, and when he looks to the side, he almost immediately makes eye contact with a very flustered looking Gunwook. However, Gunwook hasn’t fled yet, and his eyes are heavy-lidded with interest, and Matthew realises that they all might be on the same wavelength here.
Taerae must have noticed that the atmosphere has changed, charged. He sits back on Matthew’s thighs, grins. “Do you think Matthew is pretty, Gunwook-ah?” he asks, casually, stroking his hand across the line of Matthew’s pale throat. Matthew can’t help but whine a little bit, the subtle pressure of the other’s thought both a warning and a comfortable reminder. On the other side of the couch, it is silent for a moment, and Taerae makes a small, impatient noise. “Be honest with your hyungs, now.”
Gunwook licks his lips, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. He sounds already slightly out of breath, but honest when he speaks. “I think he’s very pretty, Taerae-hyung.”
A triumph, even if they all kind of knew where this was going. Taerae’s smile is smug and exactly not patronising. “Why don’t you come here and take what you want, Wook-ah?”
It feels like maybe centuries pass or just seconds, but Gunwook is shuffling across the couch, seemingly emboldened by the heat in their twin gazes. Taerae moves off Matthew’s lap, making space that Gunwook eagerly fills. His body is so large next to Matthew’s and—indeed—broad. He runs hot, like a heater, and he’s not heavy but solid, pressing Matthew’s back and the backs of his thighs into the couch pillows in a way that it is clear that he wouldn’t be getting up unless Gunwook would allow it. The thought makes his dick twitch, and he wonders if Gunwook can feel it.
And then all thoughts leave him, because Gunwook is leaning down and pressing their mouths together. His lips are so plush and slick, and he still slightly tastes like the black bean sauce they just ate, and the press of his tongue has Matthew going dizzy with desire. Before he knows it, he’s whining into the kiss, hands pawing at Gunwook’s sides, and lost in the heady feeling of it.
He’d almost forget that Taerae is still next to them, if only Taerae wasn’t a person that wouldn’t let others forget about him. He comes up on the side of them, and does something to Gunwook that makes him jolt and break the kiss. Matthew pants for air, as if its body had just forgotten about the fact that it actually needs to breathe just so that it could keep on kissing Gunwook.
“Why don’t the three of us move this somewhere more comfortable?” Taerae suggests, his voice husky with desire. It’s nice to know that he’s as affected as Matthew feels, even if he’s able to compose himself better.
Gunwook’s voice is kind of small, slightly uncertain. “You want me to come with you, hyung?”
Smiling genuinely, Taerae presses an open-mouthed kiss against the side of Gunwooks’ nape, where the sharpness of his jaw moulds into the softness of his neck. “I would never lie to you, Gunwook-ah,” he promises.
His genuineness must be obvious, because Gunwook barely needs any more time to think about it, and his answering nod is certain. “Okay. I would like to go somewhere else.”
To both of their surprise, Taerae leads them to Jiwoong’s room. Honestly, it makes sense that the twin bed is better than a single, or, God forbid, a bunk bed. But it wouldn’t make sense that Jiwoong would just readily agree to this. When Matthew asks Taerae about it, the other just shrugs, mysteriously. Matthew will tickle it out of him, if he has to, but first things first.
Taerae closes and locks the door behind them, and Matthew is already pushing Gunwook until he’s lying flat on the bed, so that he can climb up into Gunwook’s lap and feel up his thighs. To his defence, they’re very touchable thighs, plush in all the right places yet corded with more muscle than perhaps should be afforded to a recently-nineteen year old. Not that Matthew is complaining, or anything, but something could be said about fairness. Gunwook doesn’t seem to have similar thoughts, if the high pitched whining he’s letting out is any indication.
It’s also flattering to know that Gunwook is as affected by all of this as Matthew is, if the sizable bulge in his shorts is anything to go by. Matthew licks his lips, uncertain if he wants it in his mouth more than he wants it to rearrange his insides, so to speak.
But it is Taerae who makes the decision for the both of them, coming up on the bed beside them with a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms in his hand. The weight of his palm is heavy where he places it between Matthew’s shoulder blades, even though he’s not necessarily exerting any pressure. “Gunwook-ah,” he says, voice wispy. “I would love it if you fucked Matthew. Would you do that for me? I think it’d look so pretty.”
Gunwook gasps, his mouth falling open. Beneath Matthew’s legs, his dick gives a definite, interested twitch. “I—yeah. Hrgh, I could do that for you, hyung.”
“There’s a good boy,” says Taerae, and he moves closer so that he can finally, finally kiss Gunwook as well. Matthew suddenly realises why Taerae must also like watching this much, because there’s something so hot about seeing the two of them kiss. Taerae might be physically smaller, but he’s absolutely dominating the kiss, and Gunwook yields to him so prettily that Matthew feels himself drip some precome into his boxers. Every day, you learn new things about yourself, apparently.
“Come on,” says Taerae, when he unlatches his mouth from Gunwook again. “Let’s get the two of you out of these clothes. I want to see my pretty boys.”
Unable to help himself, Matthew pouts, and reaches out for Taerae. “Do we also get to see you, jagi?” he asks, one half teasing and one half genuine.
“If you’re good,” says Taerae, but his smile is blinding from how fond he is.
Matthew makes a grumpy noise and turns to Gunwook, like they’re scheming. “I’m always good,” he reveals, like it’s a secret, stressing the words.
“Liar.” Taerae snorts. He rolls his eyes at Gunwook, and Matthew whines, partly because he is feeling left out and partly just for the hell of it. Taerae turns to him, finger tickling along the waistband of Matthew’s boxers where they peek above his sweatpants, and Matthew twitches. “Don’t worry, I still like you when you’re being bad.”
“Hot,” Gunwook says, softly and mostly to himself. But he is standing up from where he’s crouched on top of Matthew and quickly shedding his shirt and shorts. He’s toned like a god, and tan in all the right places, with a smattering of hair below his navel, running down into his boxers. His boxers, which are tented because his cock is pushing up against them. Matthew’s mouth drops open when he takes it in. The phrase hung like a horse always made little sense to him before, but with Gunwook . . . Thoughts are definitely being thunk.
Taerae huffs and nudges Matthew with one shoulder, reaching out to hand Gunwook the lube and a condom. “Get naked, idiot, before you start drooling.”
“Everyone is so mean to me,” Matthew whines, but obediently does as Taerae instructs. He sheds his shirt, strips off his socks, and then steps out of his sweatpants and boxers in one swoop. No use in modesty here, especially since the end goal of tonight, of course, is for him to get fucked—fucked well, if he has anything to say about it.
When Matthew lays back on the bed, Taerae pushes Gunwook forward with the flat of his hand at the small of Gunwook’s back, until he is kneeling in between Matthew’s legs. Like this, thick fingers pawing at Matthew’s thighs and trustworthy brown eyes looking down at Matthew, he looks like a wet dream and a half.
“Have you ever done this before?” Taerae asks, sitting down behind Gunwook and hooking his chin over the younger’s shoulder.
“Not from this side.” Gunwook puts the condom onto the bed next to Matthew’s hip and strokes his hands across the sides of Matthew’s legs. “You’re pretty, hyung-ah. And kind of tiny. Like I could put you in my pocket.”
“I’m not tiny where it counts,” Matthew says, grumpily, humping his hips forward a little bit. His cock lies heavy and leaking against his abs. It is, dare he say it, a good size.
“Ignore him,” Taerae advises. “Come on, Wook-ah, let me tell you how to open him up for you.”
Gunwook slicks up his fingers until they’re dripping and circles Matthew’s hole with his fingers. Almost on reflex, Matthew clenches and unclenches, as if he’s trying to beckon Gunwook closer, inside, while he pants and whines for Gunwook to do something, anything. But the younger is a good boy, apparently, and only pushes the first tip of his middle finger inside when Taerae tells him he can, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses against the pretty line of Gunwook’s shoulder.
Fuck, fuck. Gunwook’s finger is thick and absolutely spears Matthew open, and it’s only one, so far. Matthew almost feels like a broken record with how much he whines, blustering out half-bitten syllables.
“When was the last time you bottomed?” asks Gunwook curiously, pumping his finger in and out. His thick eyebrows are furrowed above his eyes as he’s focusing on scraping along the inside of Matthew’s walls, and it would be flustering if it wasn’t so hot. “You’re really tight, hyung, but you cling to his finger like you were made for it.”
Small kid’s got talk, huh? Matthew thinks about it for a bit, even if it’s hard to get his scattered thoughts on one line. “Probably just before Boys’ Planet started?” he says, thinking out loud. “I met up with Hanbin-hyung since we realised we signed up for the same thing, and one thing led to another . . . Taerae doesn’t like to top, because he wants me to do the work for him.”
“I’m lazy,” Taerae readily admits. He looks a little dreamy. “And Matthew might be boasting about it, but his dick is nothing to scoff at.”
“Fuck,” says Gunwook, with feeling. “That’s hot. You—the both of you—are hot.”
Under Taerae’s careful instructions, Gunwook levels up from one finger to two and then three. Matthew thinks he can feel it in his lungs, that’s how utterly invasive it feels. The entire time, he ignores Matthew’s dick, which is so hard it is flushed with blood and nearly throbbing. When Matthew tries to reach out for Taerae’s cock, trying to involve his boyfriend in the situation, Taerae knocks his hand away and tells him that it isn’t about him yet. And that he will take his pleasure when it is his time. What the fuck , thinks Matthew hysterically. It shouldn’t be as hot, but that might just be because it’s Taerae.
When Gunwook finally rolls on a condom, Matthew is so turned on that he’s afraid he might just die or come immediately when Gunwook finally slides inside of him. Whichever comes first. The head of Gunwook’s cock is hot and heavy against the entrance of Matthew's hole, and his hands are broad when he hikes one of Matthew’s legs up over his waist. When Gunwook finally pushes inside, guided by Taerae’s hands around his waist, he’s still so thick that it literally feels like he’s splitting Matthew open to make space for himself. Matthew realises that Taerae told Gunwook to stop fingering him just before he would be completely adjusted, so that the pleasure of being filled is tinged at the ends with the pleasure-pain of being stretched. Exactly how he likes it.
“Don’t move,” Taerae tells Gunwook when he’s finally bottomed out completely. Matthew can’t help but press a wondering hand to his tummy, which is usually toned and flat, but is currently slightly distended because of the invasion of Gunwook’s cock. He watches as Taerae nudges his mouth against Gunwook’s ear, tongue tracing the shell, and the younger shivers. “Touch Matt’s nipples. A bit roughly. He likes it like that.”
Experimentally, Gunwook brings up one hand and pinches Matthew’s right nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. Matthew had honestly expected Gunwook to start out with less intensity, so the harsh pain radiating from his chest when Gunwook seems to nearly crush his nipple between his fingers shocks him a little bit. He howls in pain and his dick has never been harder in his life.
“Wow, he really likes it,” Matthew hears Gunwook say, something like wonder in his voice. “He got really wet.”
“He’s a messy boy,” says Taerae, fondly. “Okay, come sweetheart, fuck into him properly now. I think he’s deserved it.”
Gunwook does. Matthew sees stars. It sounded like Gunwook had previously said that he’d hadn’t ever fucked anyone like this before (which, virginity is a concept but it is still hot that Matthew is the first), but it doesn’t feel like that. Gunwook fucks like a professional, alternating his thrusts between fucking in and out of Matthew and hitting his prostate on every third thrust (he’d found it after a few tries only), and pressing inside and then grinding his cock in little circular motions.
With incredible speed, Matthew hurdles towards his orgasm. Taerae must notice it from the way that he’s gone slightly cross-eyed and his gasps have turned into high-pitched whines. He leans forward and captures Matthew’s eyes. “Are you nearly going to come, Matt-yah?”
“Ye—yuh,” Matthew manages to gasp out, and then his eyes pop open and a cry of protest leaves his lips when Taerae reaches out and grasps his dick, fingers tight around the base to stave off his orgasm. “What?”
“Do you think you can hold it?” Taerae asks. “I wanna sit on your dick after this, so can you be a good boy for me and Gunwook and wait to come until Gunwook has?”
Matthew thinks about it. “I can try.”
“I’m nearly there, hyung,” Gunwook promises him. He’s gone slightly shiny with sweat, his cheeks flushed a dark pink underneath his tanned skin, and Matthew imagines tracing the droplets with his tongue. Another time. Now, all he can do is kind of clutch at Gunwook’s shoulders, leg tightening where it is wrapped around his waist, and whine when Gunwook presses his lips and tongue against his collarbones and nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
“Please,” Matthew whispers, like a plea. “Please, fill me up, Gunwook-ah.”
Gunwook lets out a string of curses, his thrusts speeding up until he’s pummelling into Matthew with nearly brute strength, and then grinds inside and stays there, twitching as he fills up the condom with hot pulses of come. Matthew feels the warmth of it, and nearly comes from the feeling alone, but he manages to bite down on his lip until he tastes a hint of blood and staves off his orgasm. When Gunwook pulls out, panting and sitting back on his heels, he gasps and trembles.
“You’re doing so well, sweetness,” says Taerae, cupping Matthew’s cheek with his hand. He easily takes Gunwook’s place, who draws away to catch his breath.
“Taerae,” says Matthew, blindly reaching up and drawing his boyfriend closer so that he can press their mouths together. It’s less of a kiss and more of a wet panting into each other’s mouths, but it distracts him enough that he jolts when Gunwook steadies his dick with one hand and then rolls a condom down from the head. Taerae pulls back so that he can strip off his clothes, revealing his pretty body: narrow shoulders, sharp collarbones and itty bitty waist.
Smiling, Taerae steadies his hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “I’ll do the work for you,” he says. “Just be good like this, for me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” babbles Matthew, and swings his hand to the side until Gunwook gets the hint and curls their fingers together. “Taerae-yah, please . . .”
Taerae opens himself up quickly on three fingers. He gasps loudly when Gunwook knocks his hand away so that he can push his own, thicker fingers inside, eyes focused on Taerae’s face to gauge the other’s reactions. When Taerae feels prepared enough, he nudges Gunwook softly and then shuffles over to Matthew. “Are you ready for me, Matt-yah?”
“Always,” Matthew says. “Always.”
When Taerae sinks down on his cock, it feels like Matthew is coming home. He lets Taerae do as he pleases, hand curling around Taerae’s gorgeous, skinny waist. Focused as he is on Taerae’s pleasure, he doesn’t notice how Gunwook is shuffling closer, and nudges a thick finger against Matthew’s rim again.
Matthew yells so loud that he might be going hoarse, hips kicking upwards once, twice, three times, as he comes. It feels like it is going on forever, spurred on by motivating praises from both Gunwook and Taerae, who has curled his own hand around his dick and jerking himself off until he spurts streams of come against Matthew’s abs, slick mouth popping open in a wordless yelp.
“Pretty, pretty hyungs,” Gunwook mutters, collapsing onto his side on the bed next to them. Matthew can’t help but smile, wincing softly as he pulls out of Taerae and then falls back against the pillows as well, stretching luxuriously. Taerae is the last to curl up next to them, after having hunted down a clean towel and wiping them all down.
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Afterwards, when they’ve all caught their breaths and have mostly come down from their highs, Matthew turns to Taerae, head pillowed on his arm. He needs to satisfy his curiosity. “I have to ask. How did you get Jiwoong-hyung to agree with us doing this here, anyway?”
Taerae shrugs and stretches, satisfied like a cat after a successful hunt. “I promised we would change the sheets afterwards and air out the room,” he says. A small grin crosses his face, something mischievous sparking in his eyes. “And I told him he could be the next one.”
Matthew’s mouth falls open, immediately realising what the other is implying, and even Gunwook seems to catch on what he’s saying, if his delighted giggles are anything to go by.
“Taerae!”