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Yunho felt like he was dragging himself back home, just barely managing to keep pace with Yeosang. They’d finally been released from their promotions for their most recent comeback. It had been a grueling couple of weeks of back to back schedules. Despite having spent years together and knowing each other inside and out, tensions could run high when everyone was tired and stressed. So Yunho had taken it upon himself to try and keep the mood up. From buying coffee and snacks to joking around to offering different body parts to be used as a pillow when someone needed a power nap. He would do anything for his members to keep them happy. But now he wanted to shut his brain off and not think about anything for a little bit.
He watched Yeosang unlock their front door and he heaved a giant sigh as he toed off his shoes. He heard Yeosang’s soft laugh and turned to him in confusion.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me to Wooyoung’s, but I guess you need some alone time?” Yeosang asked, endearment and understanding in his eyes.
Yunho nodded, feeling a little sheepish as he sat on their couch. “I’m just tired.”
Yeosang patted his head, ruffling his hair like a dog. Yunho hummed and leaned into his touch.
“Anything you wanna talk about?”
Yunho shook his head. “Just normal tiredness after promotions. You know how it is.”
Yeosang nodded and moved towards the kitchen. “Jongho’s got a new drama he wants us to watch, so I may end up sleeping over with them,” he said over his shoulder. He was grabbing a water bottle and an orange from the fridge. “Do you want me to get you anything? Or order you something before I go?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Yeosang hummed and began peeling the orange. They fell into an easy silence. Yunho sank into the couch, closing his eyes and trying to will the lines of tension out of his body.
“Here,” Yeosang said. He opened his eyes to see half of the orange being offered to him.
“Thank you,” Yunho said. He nodded and retreated to his room, presumably to grab some things before he left.
By the time Yeosang reemerged, Yunho was slumped further into the couch. He laughed and offered out his hand. “At least go lay down in your bed. You’ll strain your neck if you fall asleep here.”
Yunho took his hand and let him pull him up. “Have fun,” he said half heartedly. Yeosang ruffled his hair again and left. Yunho dragged himself to his room, changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and collapsed on his bed, head resting against his large dog plushie. He breathed in deeply, practicing a meditation technique Yeosang had told him about. With every breath out he relaxed a different body part, attempting to sink into his mattress.
Ten minutes passed and Yunho groaned, digging his palms into his eyes. This wasn’t helping. He sat up and reached for his phone, hoping to lose himself in the white noise of social media. He wasn’t tired enough to sleep, but didn’t have the energy to get up and do anything. He just wanted some relief from the ever present pressure on his mind and body.
Social media proved to make his headache worse. Of course their fans had nothing but positive things to say about their most recent performances, but he could pick out when he made mistakes, when he should’ve sang better. He could see glances between his members that were left over glares from a petty argument over what meal they should eat after. A petty argument that he had had to resolve.
Yunho dropped his phone onto his nightstand and covered his eyes, half groaning, half screaming in frustration.
He then heard the code to the front door being entered.
“What’d you forget, Sangie?” he called out. He heard shuffling, but received no reply. “Sangie?”
“Hi Yuyu.”
Yunho lowered his hands to see Mingi and Hongjoong in his doorway. They were both smiling softly as they took him in.
“What are you doing here?” Yunho asked.
“We just wanted to see you,” Mingi said. “Can we come in?”
“Yeah,” Yunho sighed. He started to sit up, realizing that they probably wanted to talk about the promotions. He had been the go-to for rants the past couple of weeks. Don’t get him wrong, he loved being the one everyone trusted. But he thought that now he would finally get a break from it. The last thing he needed at the moment was for these two to unload on him whatever the company had said about the tracks they were trying to choose for their next comeback.
Mingi quickly climbed onto the bed and sat next to Yunho while Hongjoong perched himself on the edge of his bed. They were both looking at him expectantly, and he wondered if they were going to ask him for a favor.
“So,” Hongjoong started, “we wanted to tell you that we’ve noticed all the work you’ve done for the group these past few weeks.”
Yunho nodded, feeling extremely confused. “Um, yeah?”
“We’ve noticed everything you do,” Mingi said, leaning forward and smiling.
“And we wanted to show you our appreciation!” Hongjoong continued, patting his knee and giving it a light squeeze. “Because we couldn’t have done it without our Yuyu.”
Yunho looked down at his hand, back up, and then at Mingi. It felt like his brain was working overtime while trying to figure out what was happening, which was not helping with the pressure in his head.
“He’s so cute when he’s confused. Like a lost puppy,” Mingi cooed.
“What…?” Yunho asked, unsure what to even say.
“Can we take care of you now, Yunho?” Hongjoong asked, hand still on his knee. “Will you let us take some of the pressure off?”
Yunho swallowed. He felt Mingi’s hand run through his hair and settle on the back of his neck, thumb rubbing light circles into the base. Hongjoong’s hand had begun to wander up to his thigh, gently massaging his muscles. He wanted to lean into their touches. Both of them were watching him carefully, but he felt like he couldn’t meet their eyes. There was a growing hunger there that made his stomach flutter in anxiety and anticipation.
Yunho cleared his throat. “Alright.”
No sooner was the word out, Mingi was turning his face towards him and capturing his lips. Yunho melted into the kiss, the slide of their lips familiar and welcome. Mingi’s lips were soft and gentle, coaxing. Mingi’s other hand rested on his shoulder, while Yunho’s hands reached out to hold his waist. Mingi was warm, his loose t-shirt soft under his touch. For a moment, Yunho couldn’t remember what he had been worried about.
Mingi suddenly leaned back. Yunho tried to chase his lips, but a gentle hand turned his face away and Hongjoong was there, claiming his attention. Hongjoong ran a thumb over Yunho’s lips before leaning in. Where Mingi was gentle, Hongjoong was hungry. He bit Yunho’s bottom lip, making him gasp. Hongjoong used this to lay claim to his mouth and licked his way in. Yunho could only let him, hands leaving Mingi’s waist to grab at Hongjoong’s shoulders. It was so easy to give himself up to Hongjoong, so easy to let him take control and do what he wanted.
Yunho felt Mingi press closer to him, felt him begin to nose at his neck and leave soft kisses. He squirmed, one hand leaving Hongjoong’s shoulder to grab at Mingi’s hair in an attempt to pull him in. One, no, both of their hands traced up and down his body. Yunho shivered, his hands curling into fists around Hongjoong’s shirt and Mingi’s hair. Someone’s fingers traced his bare skin where his shirt met his waistband. He let out an embarrassing whine, desperate for more. Needing to feel all of them.
Hongjoong pulled away and grabbed the bottom of Yunho’s shirt to pull it over his head. It briefly caught on Mingi’s chin, but once it was off Hongjoong attached his lips to Yunho’s nipple, drawing out a low whimper. Mingi claimed his lips, settling one hand against Yunho’s neck while the other stroked his stomach.
Yunho felt like he couldn’t keep up. He pushed his body up into Hongjoong’s mouth while trying to grab and pull both of them closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if the heavy feeling in his chest was desire or ugly anxiety that lingered from the past couple of weeks.
“Easy,” Hongjoong muttered against his skin. “We’ve got you.” His teeth scraped over Yunho’s nipple, making him flinch.
Yunho gasped when someone’s hand grabbed at his dick over his sweatpants, clearly trying to pull a reaction out of him. He pulled his head back from Mingi’s lips and saw the teasing look in his eyes, knowing immediately who the culprit was. His hand shot out to grab Mingi’s wrist when he squeezed again.
“Mingi, please,” Yunho gasped.
“Please what? Please stop or please keep going?”
Hongjoong batted both of their hands away from Yunho’s crotch so he had space to continue kissing down his torso.
“Children, both of you,” he muttered into Yunho’s skin. Mingi shot a glare at him.
“I think I meant please keep going,” Yunho whispered, pulling Mingi’s attention back to him, “but I want to see you, first.”
Mingi’s shirt was off of him in record time. Yunho reached out and ran a hand over his torso, admiring the curves of his body. Hongjoong’s lips attached to his hip, sucking a mark. Yunho let out a shuddering breath.
“You’re so pretty, Yuyu,” Mingi said, running a hand through Yunho’s hair. Hongjoong hummed, carefully kissing his way back up his torso. “Our pretty puppy, right Hongjoong?”
Yunho felt warmth spread through his whole body at the nickname. The heavy feeling in his chest lightened a little. He would be the prettiest puppy for them, he’d be so good for them.
It must have shown on his face, because Mingi chuckled, lightly scratching the back of Yunho’s head. “Look at our puppy, ears perking up and everything.”
Hongjoong captured Yunho’s lips again as answer. He coaxed Yunho’s lips until their kiss was messy. Yunho could only let him do as he wished, drool gathering at the corners of his mouth. He began undoing the buttons of Hongjoong’s shirt, desperate to feel his body. To feel the heat of desire that was also radiating out of his own skin. Yunho felt the bed dip. He heard clothes rustling, and then felt Mingi’s hands pulling at his sweatpants and underwear. He lifted his hips so they could be removed, pressing closer to Hongjoong’s now bare chest. Hongjoong abruptly pulled back and shed his shirt, eyes filled with hunger. Yunho felt a similar feeling of need and pulled him back down.
“Holy fuck,” Mingi whispered. They both ignored him. Hongjoong pushed on Yunho’s shoulders, moving back a little so he could shift down the bed. Hongjoong held him down by his shoulders and pushed his knee between his legs. Yunho wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed his hips up into his knee. He shuddered at the sensation that was made half pleasant by the friction and half uncomfortable by Hongjoong’s jeans. His ears were on fire with the slight shame of humping his leg like a dog.
Hongjoong groaned and slid a hand up into Yunho’s hair, grabbing a handful. He gently pulled, tilting his head back and detaching from his lips. Yunho was slowly grinding down on his leg and whined, trying to pull him back down to his lips.
“Good?” Hongjoong asked. Yunho saw the familiar searching look he often had when they were hours into practice.
“Yeah.”
“Mingi? Good?”
They both turned and saw him now naked and slowly stroking his dick, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m fantastic. You guys look so hot.”
Hongjoong snorted. “What do you want now, puppy?”
Yunho wanted to sink into the warmth of being their puppy, but they wanted him to make a decision first. He drummed his fingers and looked past Hongjoong to the ceiling. He wanted to keep kissing Hongjoong, but he also wanted Mingi’s lips again. He wanted Mingi’s hands on him, but he also wanted Hongjoong to continue using him however he wanted. He wanted more. But he didn’t know exactly what more he wanted, or how to even begin to define it. That overwhelming pressure in his head and chest that had begun to disappear was resurfacing. It felt like he was forcing himself to try and think.
“Yuyu?” Mingi asked, standing and moving to sit closer.
“I…” Yunho heaved a long sigh. “I don’t want to have to choose. It...it hurts to think.”
Hongjoong released his grip on his hair and gently stroked his head. “Do you want us to keep kissing you?”
Yunho nodded, a little too enthusiastically based on both of their smiles.
“Do you want us to touch you?” Mingi asked.
Yunho nodded again.
Hongjoong placed a finger on Yunho’s cheek and turned him back to face him. He was looking down at him with slightly hooded eyes. “Do you want us to fuck you?”
Yunho’s breath caught and he went a little wide eyed. His eyes darted to Mingi, and he was looking down at him with a similar expression of desire. Yunho swallowed.
“Can...can you both…?”
“Can we both what, puppy?” Mingi asked, smirking now.
Yunho took a deep breath. “Can you both fuck me?”
“Good boy,” Hongjoong cooed. “Of course we can.”
Yunho smiled shyly and blushed. Hongjoong placed one final kiss to hip lips, biting his lower lip hard enough that he groaned. Then he stood and began removing his jeans. Mingi settled on the bed next to Yunho and pressed their bodies together so that he could feel Mingi’s hard and heavy cock resting on his hip. Mingi kissed him like he was dying, both of them desperate but neither taking control. Yunho started to shift so he could better face him, but Hongjoong’s hand on his torso forced him to stay on his back.
“Mingi, hand me that pillow,” Hongjoong said. Mingi detached himself from Yunho’s lips to grab one of the pillows. He chucked it towards Hongjoong, not really looking so he could go back to kissing Yunho. There was a soft thump, a small sound of annoyance, and then a loud smack.
Mingi jerked up. “Hey!”
Hongjoong was drawing his hand back from Mingi’s ass. “You threw that at my face you asshole.” Mingi flipped him off, earning another slap. Yunho giggled at their back and forth.
Hongjoong tapped his hips. “Lift these for me, puppy.” Yunho did and watched him slide the pillow under him. Hongjoong pushed his legs apart and began to kiss and bite at his thighs. Yunho’s whine was muffled by Mingi once again reclaiming his lips. He let Mingi nip and suck at his tongue. His hand was holding Yunho’s jaw in place, stroking his cheek. It felt too intimate for how he was being kissed.
Hongjoong’s mouth had been steadily moving up his thighs, but it was still a shock when his tongue dipped into his hole. His gasp was swallowed by Mingi. Hongjoong spread his cheeks, fingers squeezing enough to bruise and licked long and deep into him. Yunho pushed his hips up into him, hands drifting down and burying in his hair. Hongjoong’s hot breath was addicting. Yunho began to moan, every sound muffled by Mingi’s mouth.
“Hey,” Hongjoong said suddenly. “I wanna hear him.” Yunho blushed as Mingi sat up to look down at Hongjoong.
“You think you’re the only person to make our puppy sound like that or something?”
Yunho covered his face in embarrassment at being talked about like he wasn’t there and heard Hongjoong scoff.
“Then stop playing with his mouth and do something.”
Mingi huffed and shifted down the bed. Yunho uncovered his eyes to watch Mingi begin stroking his dick. He groaned at the pressure, and then hissed at the dry slide of Mingi’s grip. Hongjoong’s eyes were lit with laughter at Mingi’s attempt for a reaction and leaned back down. He mouthed at Yunho’s hole like it was a meal, and Yunho tilted his head back and moaned softly.
“That’s how you do it,” Hongjoong said smugly.
Yunho closed his eyes, willing whatever god there was for patience. “Guys, please-ah!”
Wet heat engulfed his cock. He looked down in time to watch Mingi’s nose hit his pelvis, listening to him choke a little before pulling off. A trail of spit followed.
“Fuck,” Yunho whispered, half in awe. Mingi smirked at Hongjoong before going back down. Hongjoong followed suit.
Yunho felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. Hongjoong was working his tongue into him with increasing intensity while Mingi bobbed up and down on his dick. Everything was hot and wet. Yunho felt flushed from head to toe at the attention he was receiving. He was panting and moaning softly, careful to keep his legs still so he wouldn’t accidentally knee Mingi or squeeze Hongjoong. His hands fluttered before one buried in Mingi’s hair and the other covered his face. Yunho felt like he would just float away in this pleasure.
“Mingi, ah, Hongjoong…” he gasped, head tilting to the side.
“Where’s your lube, puppy?” Hongjoong suddenly asked. He sat up so he could look at Yunho over Mingi’s head. The bottom half of his face was shiny with spit.
“In...in there…” Yunho managed to say, gesturing to his bedside table. Hongjoong stood and went to grab it. When he settled between Yunho’s thighs again, Mingi also sat up.
“You said you were going to bring lube,” he said almost accusingly. Hongjoong shot him a look as he poured some onto his hand. “Did you also forget condoms?”
“I was out of lube,” Hongjoong ground out. “And no, I didn’t forget condoms. Did you? All that talk about only being able to use XL ones.”
Yunho groaned and covered his face. “Can you guys not argue right now?”
Hongjoong slowly pushed a finger in, making Yunho gasp at the cold intrusion.
“You should have heard him earlier, Yuyu,” Mingi said. “He was all cocky about what he’d do to you.”
Yunho’s stomach flipped at the thought of them discussing him like that. It wasn’t as mortifying as he had thought it’d be.
“You need to keep your mouth occupied, brat,” Hongjoong said, adding a second finger and twisting his wrist, making Yunho’s body jerk and his breath catch.
“You first.” Mingi leaned down to continue sucking Yunho’s dick, but Hongjoong grabbed a fistful of his hair and crashed their lips together. Yunho watched Hongjoong immediately dominate the kiss. After having been on the receiving end of that passion, it was so hot to watch.
Hongjoong continued to push in and out of Yunho’s hole and Mingi continued to stroke his dick. The full body warmth was starting to fade, which made Yunho feel a little left out, despite enjoying watching Mingi moan into the kiss.
Yunho tilted his head to the side and felt it bump his dog plushie. He grabbed it and hugged it close, feeling a little better having something to hold.
Hongjoong pulled Mingi back and considered him. “Are you going to be good now?”
Mingi smirked and shrugged. Hongjoong sighed and let go. They simultaneously turned to Yunho. It was shocking how endeared they could look while having a hand around Yunho’s dick and fingers in his ass. Yunho felt shy under their gazes and brought the plushie up higher to cover his face.
“Oh, puppy,” Mingi cooed. “You look too cute like that.”
Yunho whined and pushed his hips up towards them. Hongjoong gave a soft laugh.
“I’m sorry we neglected you, sweet thing, you look precious.” He poured some more lube onto Yunho’s hole and continued fingering him with renewed vigor. Mingi continued to stroke him and leaned down to kiss and suck at his stomach. Yunho squeezed the plushie tighter and moaned softly.
“Please,” he gasped. “Please, I need more.”
“Just a little longer,” Hongjoong said. He curled his fingers up, stroking his prostate. Yunho cried out, feeling his stomach clench and legs spasm. His arms went slack and he began to reach for one of them, but stopped when Hongjoong tsked.
“I think he should keep his hands on that plushie. What do you think, Mingi?”
Mingi popped his head up and considered Yunho.
“Our sweet Yuyu,” Hongjoong continued, scissoring his fingers and making him gasp. Hongjoong leaned down to Mingi’s ear, eyes never leaving Yunho. “Imagine how he’d look on your cock, holding on tight to that plushie.”
Yunho felt like he was burning up under their gazes. Mingi was looking at him like he was a meal to be devoured.
“Yeah,” Mingi managed to say. “Don’t let go of that, puppy.” Yunho nodded frantically.
“Good boy,” Hongjoong crooned. Yunho couldn’t tell if that was aimed at him or Mingi, but his heart still lept at the praise.
Hongjoong pulled his fingers out, ignoring Yunho’s whine. He stood and grabbed his pants off of the floor. He fumbled for a few seconds before pulling out a condom and ripping the wrapper. He rolled it on and dribbled some more lube over his cock. Yunho almost held his breath in anticipation. Mingi seemed to be waiting, too. He let go of Yunho’s cock and leaned back to get a better view of the sight between Yunho’s legs. He had to fight the shy urge to close them.
“Relax, Yuyu,” Hongjoong said softly. Yunho pushed his chin into the plushie, willing his body to relax while he watched both of them watch Hongjoong begin to push his cock into him.
Hongjoong was not the biggest in the group, but that wasn’t to say he was small. Yunho’s breathing quickened, enjoying the slow slide in and the sensation of being full. He wanted to stay like this, hugging his plushie and feeling full. He could exist like that for hours, he was sure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Hongjoong groaned. He settled his hands on Yunho’s hips, massaging the flesh in slow circles. Mingi ran a hand up and down Yunho’s thigh.
“You swallowed him up, puppy,” Mingi praised, eyes still fixed on his hole.
Yunho felt his face turn red and buried his face in the plushie, groaning. “You can’t just say that!” he admonished. Mingi just laughed at him.
Hongjoong tsked. “Puppy, be good and let me see your face.”
Yunho lowered the plushie and pouted a little. He thought it was mean to keep using that nickname to get him to do what they wanted. But he was weak to it. Hongjoong had the ghost of a smile on his face as he took him in. But all traces of it disappeared as he slowly pulled out. Yunho was trapped in his intense gaze, breath catching. And then Hongjoong thrust forward, sharp and quick. Yunho let out a soft “ah!”, feeling a spark of heat run through his gut.
Hongjoong set a steady pace, keeping his thrusts sharp and controlled. He kept his grip on Yunho’s hips.
Yunho’s head was bobbing a little with the thrusts. He wanted to keep watching Hongjoong (because he was quite the sight to behold while he was fucking someone. He would watch for every reaction, and would adopt a smirk when they got close and began begging), but his vision was beginning to go hazy. He couldn’t stay focused.
“You’re taking me so well,” Hongjoong grunted. “You’re made for this, aren’t you, puppy?”
Yunho moaned, stomach full of sparks, head rolling to the side. He was panting now. He gripped the plushie, fingers digging in, wishing they were digging into Hongjoong’s back. Wishing they were clawing in, scrambling for purchase, feeling so warm and hot but still too far from release.
“Mingi,” he gasped. Mingi’s hand hadn’t left his thigh, keeping him spread.
“Yes, Yuyu?” he rasped.
“Please, ah- Joong!” he whimpered as Hongjoong grazed his prostate. “Please, Mingi.”
Mingi moved up the bed and stretched out next to Yunho. He ran a hand through his hair. “What do you need, puppy?”
“Ah! More, I need, ah, more, please!” Yunho watched Mingi’s eyes soften. He leaned forward and kissed him, although it was less of a kiss and more Mingi swallowing his moans while Hongjoong methodically took Yunho apart. But it made him feel more secure.
Mingi pulled back and Yunho tried to lean forward to follow his lips, whining. Instead of more kisses, he choked a little when Mingi pushed two fingers into his mouth and pressed down on his tongue.
“Be nice, Mingi,” Hongjoong admonished. But he was slowing down his thrusts to watch. Yunho felt like he was going to burn to ash under their gazes. He pushed his tongue up and then closed his mouth and sucked. His eyes darted from Mingi to Hongjoong and back, taking in their stares and hungry expressions. He was sure that he looked similar, if not just a little more desperate.
Mingi pulled his fingers out, watching a string of spit follow them. Yunho was panting. He watched as Mingi shifted so he was sitting up and moved his hand down Yunho’s body. Mingi rubbed them against his hole, where Hongjoong was still slowly fucking him, and he felt his stomach flip. Mingi began to push one finger in and Hongjoong stopped moving, groaning loudly. Yunho whimpered, feeling like he was being stretched further than he'd ever been. His toes curled and his legs went tense. He gripped the plushie desperately.
“What are you doing?” Hongjoong ground out.
“I’m bigger than you. Gotta make sure he’s prepped enough.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“No offense, but we all know you’re not winning any dick measuring contests.”
Hongjoong gaped at him. Mingi just smiled innocently.
Yunho felt tears beginning to prickle. He felt so full, but neither of them were moving. He pushed his hips up towards them, trying to fuck himself on Hongjoong’s dick and Mingi’s finger. The movement made them both look down at him. He whined and tried to grind down on them, and then jolted when Mingi’s finger brushed his prostate.
“Please,” he moaned.
Hongjoong swallowed, and then spared a glare at Mingi. He met his glare wide eyed, shrugging his shoulders. Hongjoong adjusted his grip and started to thrust into Yunho like he was trying to hit every inch of him.
Yunho cried out, moans getting louder and higher. He wanted to curl in on himself, but the force of the thrusts were making it impossible to. He felt like he was on fire and was unable to see an end to the flames.
“Fuck, Yuyu,” Hongjoong panted. He dug his fingers into Yunho’s skin, surely leaving matching bruises on each hip. Sweat was gathering at his temple. His eyes roved over Yunho’s body, from his hole that was swallowing his cock and Mingi’s finger, to his cock that was bouncing uselessly against his stomach, precum dotting his skin, to his flushed face. Yunho writhed, unable to stand the sensations.
“Do you wanna cum?” Mingi asked. Yunho nodded frantically. A mischievous smile spread across his face. He crooked his finger, twisting it until it was pressed against his prostate.
Yunho’s back arched as he tried to twist away from the sensation. His head was spinning, having Mingi’s finger press incessantly against him, made more intense with every one of Hongjoong’s thrusts. It felt like he was going cross eyed, one hand letting go of the plushie to press up against the headboard.
Mingi tsked. “Bad puppy, letting go of your plushie.”
Yunho scrambled to gather the plushie to him again, shame making his face hot. “Mm sorry, ahhhh, please!”
“Come on, puppy,” Hongjoong practically growled. “Ah, be good and cum.”
Heat spread from his head to his toes.
“Ah, fuck, AH!” he cried, cum shooting out all over his stomach. Through the haze he heard Hongjoong swearing under his breath and felt his thrusts slow to a stop.
“That was so fucking hot,” Mingi said. Yunho’s sight came into focus slowly, his head still feeling hazy. Mingi was not helping, twitching his finger up and grazing his prostate. His whole body jolted every time he did. Yunho eventually had to grab at Mingi’s wrist for him to stop, shooting him a pleading look. Hongjoong slowly pulled out, exhaling loudly before carefully taking off the used condom, tying it off, and dropping it off the edge of the bed. Mingi’s finger followed, which he reached out and shoved into Yunho’s mouth. Yunho gagged a little at the sudden intrusion, but he recovered and sucked dutifully. The bitterness of the lube cut through the strange taste of himself.
Hongjoong shifted and sat heavily next to Yunho. He was still breathing hard and brushed some sweaty strands of hair from his face. Yunho’s eyes drifted from Mingi’s hungry face to Hongjoong’s satiated one and back. He wanted Mingi to feel the same way. He tilted his head to the side to get his finger out of his mouth.
“Mingi, please,” Yunho said hoarsely. He spread his legs wider, hoping he’d get the message.
Mingi was on his feet in a flash, fumbling for a condom out of the pockets of his pants and struggling to roll it on. Hongjoong scoffed at him.
“Could you be any more desperate?” he asked, shifting closer to the headboard.
“I think I deserve to be after watching you two,” Mingi said petulantly. “You saw how greedy his hole was.”
Yunho whined in embarrassment. Hongjoong chuckled and gently lifted Yunho up from the bed. He slid in behind him, leaning against the headboard and pulling him in against his chest. Hongjoong’s chin rested against his shoulder and his arms wrapped around his middle. Yunho wanted to sink into his warmth.
Mingi pushed his legs farther apart and thrust into him without any preamble. Yunho cried out in surprise that quickly turned to a moan. He hadn’t finished coming down from the high of his orgasm, and everything suddenly felt hazy again.
“You feel so good,” Mingi groaned, adjusting his grip to the back of Yunho’s thighs, nearly folding him in half. “Fuck, Yuyu. Can I move?”
Yunho nodded frantically. Mingi set a brutal pace immediately. His eyes were zeroed in on his cock disappearing into Yunho.
Yunho was being pushed back into Hongjoong’s hold.
Hongjoong began to suck a mark into the base of his jaw, hands gently stroking his torso. Yunho hugged the plushie tighter, feeling increasingly overwhelmed.
“I can’t,” he whined.
“Yes, you can,” Hongjoong murmured. He kissed the mark he just left. “You’re doing so well, puppy.”
Mingi moaned and shifted. Yunho’s whole body spasmed as he hit his prostate dead on. He locked eyes with Mingi, who had a gleeful look and a maniacal grin.
“Gonna make you forget everything but me,” he growled. And then his hips were moving faster and Yunho felt like everything inside of him was being rearranged to fit Mingi.
He writhed in Hongjoong’s hold, desperate to get away, and even more desperate to chase the feeling. His whole world was narrowing down to the slaps of skin on skin, his moans, the feeling of being stuffed.
“Good,” Hongjoong purred. “You’re a perfect little hole for us.”
Yunho threw his head against Hongjoong’s shoulder and sobbed. The plushie in his arms was drooping a little, his arms becoming heavy.
“Yunho, fuck,” Mingi panted. “Hold on to your plushie.”
Hongjoong tsked in his ear. “I told you not to let go, puppy.”
Yunho felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he scrambled to bring the plushie back to his chest. He squeezed it tighter even as he squirmed and cried against Mingi’s thrusts.
“There we go, good boy,” Hongjoong muttered, teeth scraping his ear.
Yunho choked on a sob. He wanted to be good, so good for them. But the heat building in his gut was nearly painful. He desperately needed to reach the peak of this feeling, but at the same time he needed to get away from it so he could breathe. He began to thrash in both of their grasps.
“Ahh! Please, I can’t! I can't!” he begged. Hongjoong’s hand wrapped around his cock, and his whole world went white.
He felt movement around him, but it took a while for him to realize what it was. His face was buried in Hongjoong’s neck and he was choking on his tears, trying to gasp mouthfuls of air. Hands stroked all over his body and through his hair.
“So good, puppy,” Hongjoong muttered. “You did so good.”
Yunho brought a hand up and wiped at his eyes, trying to breathe slowly. He looked at Mingi, who was the one stroking his head. Mingi was still hard inside of him, but he wasn’t moving, clearly giving Yunho a moment to pull himself together.
“You’re perfect, puppy,” Mingi said, lightly scratching his scalp. Yunho basked in the praise. His breathing finally calmed, his tears halting.
Hongjoong pressed a kiss to Yunho’s temple and slid out from behind him, ignoring his whine of protest. He patted Yunho’s head and stood on the bed. His cock was hard again, bouncing against his stomach with his movement.
“Pull out, Mingi.”
Mingi tilted his head in confusion. Yunho looked back and forth between them.
“What? Why?”
Hongjoong grabbed a handful of his hair at the back of his head and pulled hard. Mingi cried out, hands going slack. But Yunho felt his dick twitch inside of him. Hongjoong looked down with an almost sadistic smile.
“You served your purpose. Used your dumb cock to make our Yuyu feel good. Do you think you deserve to cum after all of your attitude today?”
Mingi swallowed. Yunho watched, enraptured.
“I’ll say it again. Pull. Out.”
Mingi slowly pulled out of Yunho, his cock leaping up to attention once it was free. Yunho relaxed his legs down into the bed, feeling more sore than usual with the movement. Mingi using his finger truly had been unnecessary, and Yunho was feeling the consequences of it now.
“Yuyu?” Hongjoong asked, gaze drifting down to him. Yunho looked up, wide eyed. “Do you think Mingi deserves to cum? Did he properly satisfy you?”
Yunho hesitated, eyes flashing down to Mingi’s pleading ones. He felt more satiated than he had in a long time, but he wasn’t sure that he could handle being fucked another round. Slowly, he nodded.
“Good,” Hongjoong cooed. “How should he cum, puppy?”
Yunho swallowed and hugged the plushie a little tighter to his body, trying to buy time to come up with an answer, and Hongjoong zeroed in on the movement.
“How about you use those pretty hands of yours? Show him what a good puppy you can be?”
Yunho flushed at the praise. He wanted to continue being good, so he nodded. Hongjoong let go of Mingi’s hair. He rubbed the back of his head gently, and Mingi relaxed a little into the touch.
“Move over there,” he ordered. Mingi quickly knelt next to Yunho. Hongjoong carefully climbed off the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube that had rolled off onto the floor at some point. Yunho kept one hand holding the plushie tight, not wanting to get in trouble for letting go, and offered his other for Hongjoong to pour lube onto. Mingi pulled the condom off and tossed it on the floor, and then Yunho carefully wrapped his hand around him.
“Take your time, Yuyu,” Hongjoong said, running a hand through his hair. “And don’t let go of your plushie.”
Yunho shivered and nodded.
Hongjoong climbed back up on the bed and stood so that he was slightly leaning against the headboard. He looked down at Mingi, considering. Mingi’s eyes fluttered, clearly falling into the rhythm of Yunho’s strokes.
“Open up,” Hongjoong said. Mingi opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He ran and hand through Mingi’s hair and rested his grip on the back of his neck. He pulled him forward onto his dick, letting him take it into his mouth and begin sucking on the tip.
Yunho watched, enjoying the way Mingi’s lips looked wrapped around a dick.
Hongjoong suddenly pulled Mingi down onto his cock while thrusting up into his mouth. Mingi gagged and his hands shot up to brace against Hongjoong’s thighs. Hongjoong pulled back and let him completely pull off. Mingi was coughing and trying to regain his breathing. Yunho stopped moving his wrist, slightly concerned.
Hongjoong tilted his head to the side. “And here I thought I was small enough that you wouldn’t choke?”
Yunho felt his stomach twist. He never really understood Mingi’s need to push buttons to get punished like this. The thought of one of his members being disappointed in him made him want to curl up in shame. He loved being good for them. But at the same time, watching Mingi react to someone being rough with him was always so, so hot.
Mingi wiped his mouth and looked up at Hongjoong. He opened his mouth wide and let his tongue roll out. Hongjoong pulled him back down and set a steady pace. Mingi was clearly making an effort to breathe through his nose and relax his jaw.
Yunho started stroking Mingi again. He tried to remember how Mingi liked to be touched, but he was unable to stay focused while he watched Hongjoong fuck his mouth. He was hitting the back of his throat every so often, and the sound of Mingi gagging echoed through the room. Mingi kept both of his hands braced against Hongjoong’s thighs, squeezing them every time he choked. The little sounds he was making were more akin to whimpers than moans.
Hongjoong kept one hand on the back of Mingi’s neck, the other holding onto the headboard to keep himself steady. He was watching Mingi like a predator, taking in every detail.
“I bet this is what you wanted all along,” Hongjoong mused. “We came here to help Yuyu, but you’re so greedy you had to turn the attention to yourself.”
Mingi moaned. He started fucking into Yunho’s grip, and Yunho did his best to keep a solid grip so that it would feel good for him.
“Ah, fuck, you feel so good. It’s too bad that you have such a big dick. You’re so much better being used as a hole than a dildo.”
Yunho watched a full body shiver go through Mingi. He squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears running down his cheek. Hongjoong started fucking into him a little faster, moaning low. Yunho felt dizzy, wanting to do more to make them both feel good, but physically unable to contribute. He bit his lip and pulled the plushie closer to his chest.
“Fuck, ah, I’m close,” Hongjoong panted. Mingi moaned and looked like he was trying to work his tongue up and around his cock. It took a few more thrusts for Hongjoong to still, cumming down his throat. Yunho watched Mingi work to swallow it all, his hips moving a little faster to find his peak as well.
Yunho pushed himself up and moved closer. He stuck his tongue out and licked over Mingi’s nipple before closing his mouth over it and sucking. Mingi whined and Yunho felt warm cum spilling over his hand. He kept sucking until Mingi pushed him away, hands shaking a little.
Yunho fell back against the headboard, eyes closed. He was sweaty and sticky, covered in his and Mingi’s cum. But he felt more relaxed than he had in weeks. The pressure in his head had eased.
“Good?” he heard Hongjoong ask.
“Yeah, fantastic,” Mingi responded, voice a little hoarse. There was a soft sound of lips smacking, and then the bed dipped and Yunho felt a hand stroking through his hair.
“Good?” Yunho opened his eyes and smiled, looking up at Hongjoong who was kneeling next to him.
“Yes, Captain,” he said, giggling along with Mingi while Hongjoong rolled his eyes. But he still leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Yunho’s lips, sweet and slow.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
They showered together, cramming into the bathroom and teasing each other with wandering hands. Hongjoong eventually had to order their hands to themselves so they could rinse themselves off. Yunho thought it was cute seeing him glare up at him and Mingi, but kept his mouth shut.
Cleaned and dressed in Yunho’s clothes(Yunho would never admit the possessiveness he felt when he saw any of his members in his clothes, but he was sure they had picked up on it enough that they no longer asked to borrow his stuff and just put them on), Hongjoong pushed both of them down onto the couch in the living room and started cleaning up. Mingi pulled him close, tucking his head into Yunho’s neck. They watched Hongjoong carry the cum covered sheets at arm’s length to the washing machine.
“You should probably throw that plushie in there, too,” Mingi called.
Yunho pouted. “I just washed him, too. He has to air dry, so I won’t have anything to cuddle tonight.”
“I’m sure there’s a princess somewhere around here who wouldn’t mind being held tonight,” Hongjoong said, going back to grab the plushie.
“What about a captain?” Yunho asked cheekily. Mingi giggled.
“No way, I’d like to not sweat to death in my sleep.”
Yunho pretended to cry into Mingi’s hair, quickly turning to laughter when Mingi started to tickle his sides.
“You big baby,” Hongjoong said affectionately, falling onto the couch. He yelled out in protest as he was dragged over Yunho’s body and sandwiched between the two of them. Eventually they settled, turning on the tv and letting a random movie play. Yunho felt his eyes grow heavy, sinking deeper into Hongjoong’s arms, Mingi’s hand stroking his thigh.
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Yeosang burst through the door, eyes wide and panting. Jongho and Wooyoung stared at him, twin looks of confusion and alarm.
“What the fuck happened?” Wooyoung asked.
“You,” Yeosang panted, a maniacal grin spreading, “will NEVER believe what I walked in on.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jongho groaned, hand coming up to cover his eyes.
“What?” Wooyoung exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
“Hongjoong and Mingi are both fucking Yunho. Right now, they’re both over there with him.”
“Oh my god?!”
“So I guess you didn’t bring back your wallet?” Jongho asked. Yeosang had gone over to grab his money so they could go out and get food. It was his turn to buy for them.
“Jongho, shut up,” Wooyoung said, not even flinching at the pillow that hit the back of his head. “Yeosang, were they finishing up, or just starting? Do you think I can go over and see it?”
“You’re a pervert,” Yeosang laughed.
“I think, just for that, Wooyoung should buy.”
“HEY?!”