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Gold.
It blinds Yunho like rays of the sun as he enters the shared hotel room, glittering silk bed sheets and shiny fixtures all reflecting the warm light. Everything is washed in shades of gilded splendor to melt around the bodies currently intertwined on the large king bed in the center of the room. Yunho tries not to look despite every soft moan and sweet exclamation that pulls at the strings inside of his chest, a slight creaking sound giving a hint as to what exactly is transpiring a few feet away.
Instead, Yunho rummages around in his opened suitcase for some comfortable clothes, aching to be out of his stiff slacks and itchy turtleneck. His shampoo is on the dresser, out from his plastic toiletries bag where it usually is and slightly damp as if someone had used it. Probably Hongjoong, he thinks, whose cheeks are flushed pink and hair still wet when Yunho dares to catch a glimpse of the scene unfolding behind him in the reflection of the mirror.
Hongjoong is on Seonghwa’s lap, naked from head to toe and grinding on Seonghwa’s thigh with a slick sound that can only be from lube. Yunho sees gold there too, in the reflections off their blonde hair and twinkling in Hongjoong’s hooded eyes that follow Yunho staring.
Caught.
Like a fish on a lure, Yunho can tell when he has met his end. That same sharp tug at his cheek has him stuck in place, watching Seonghwa’s tanned back ripple with the effort to keep Hongjoong on top of him without them both tumbling to the floor. Hongjoong keeps Yunho’s attention, lips parted in a moan, beckoning—threatening.
Yunho had hoped he could hold on longer than five minutes. Perhaps it has not even been that long. Their mind games are always so hard to keep track of once they are well and truly in the thick of a maze, chasing each other around without need to ever be found. His instructions were simple. So easy to follow.
Come to the room. Don’t pay attention to us. Be a good puppy and wait.
Feeling less like a good boy and more like a monster that needs to be muzzled, Yunho rolls his shoulders with an only partially contained grievance, shutting his eyes against the blinding light of everything he’s ever wanted. When Yunho received the texts in their group chat with just the three of them, he had been preparing for something to this effect. But experiencing it is a different beast altogether, because Hongjoong is whining so prettily in a symphony alongside Seonghwa’s soft and encouraging praise. Neither of them will get off properly like this. Too useless. They need their mutt.
“Fuck.”
Between one contemplation and the next, Yunho swipes his shampoo from the dresser hard enough to make it rattle, disappearing into the connected bathroom and not bothering to shut the door behind him. If they wish to play games with him, then he is more than happy to go along with whatever makes them even more desperate for him. Yunho loves the attention just as much as Hongjoong and Seonghwa love the thrill of delivering blows to his ego.
In the end, they all end up getting exactly what they want, so Yunho tries to drown out Seonghwa’s heady and pitched moan with the squeal of the hotel showerhead turning on, peeling his clothes off like a robot. Monotony is the only way he’ll survive any feelings of jealousy that wish to surface, his fear that he’s missing something life changing nearly doubling him over in sickness.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong have the ability to rip and tear at every one of Yunho’s faculties, leaving him threadbare and bloody until he has no choice but to fall apart, piece by piece. Too-hot water is a relief when Yunho steps into the shower, craving the sting of sharp teeth and burning fingertips but settling for suffocating steam. Despite the uncomfortable burn, Yunho’s cock is half-hard between his legs, every slight movement testing all of his patience.
Washing his hair is the easiest part, familiar, Yunho’s fingers scraping at his scalp in time with the creak of the hotel bed. He tries not to imagine in what precarious positions his partners may have found themselves in, or how they may be pleasing each other. Rinsing the soap from his eyes stings less than the softest cry of his name from barely ten feet away, his cock twitching with what sounds like the smacking of wet lips.
They’re teasing him, but Yunho can be strong. He can be good even if all he ever wants to do is bite and lash out. Hongjoong and Seonghwa hold no real power unless he loses control, but Yunho holds himself together like a child keeping their toys pressed tightly to his chest. Not a single piece will fall.
Yunho hates the feeling of hotel body wash when it sticks to the skin and dries him out. As if knowing this, Yunho is grateful when he pulls away from under the running water to see Seonghwa’s sugar scrub sitting in the little alcove cut out in the tile wall of the shower. It’s scented like vanilla and coconut, and Yunho is careful to only take a small dollop of the sweet-smelling scrub before carefully twisting the cap back on and returning it to its place.
The sugar scrub spreads easily over his long limbs, leaving behind a thin layer of moisturizing oil that he rubs into his arms and legs. The sugar melts quickly from the heat, but Yunho is sure to scrub himself clean everywhere, not sparing any inch of skin that may be touched later. If he strokes his cock a few times to relieve some of the pressure, then Seonghwa or Hongjoong need not know about that.
By the time Yunho is done with his shower, nearly all the lights in the main part of the hotel room have been shut off save for two golden lamps on the nightstands. The fluorescent lights from the bathroom feel like an extraterrestrial beacon as Yunho ties a towel around his waist, using another one to fluff out his hair. It pours out into the room in harsh white lines, and Yunho recoils at the sight of it infecting his golden reverie, quickly shutting it off as he leaves.
On the bed, Yunho sees an outline of Seonghwa and Hongjoong laying down amongst strewn pillows and rumpled sheets. Their hands are on each other, tracing golden paths along perfect skin and kissing as if they have all the time in the world. Yunho is filled with such an intense and eviscerating love for them that they practically glow under his watchful gaze. And despite the demons pulling at his insides, he doesn’t descend upon them just yet.
As if designed for this exact purpose, Yunho sits in a chair in the corner of the room, towels still around his waist and neck to catch any stray drips of water. The chair is close enough to the bed that Yunho can nearly touch the bed skirt with his foot, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips as his toes curl into the soft carpet instead.
“Yunho.”
A whine as soft as the silk of the sheets frees itself in the shape of Yunho’s name from Seonghwa’s throat. Yunho doesn’t know how two such familiar syllables could sound like divine invocation, but he supposes that being so far away from home can make any roof with four walls a place of worship. There has never been anywhere else that Yunho would rather be than with them, no matter what country they may be in or whatever company they take. Yunho thinks he’ll always belong to them, and they in turn will give themselves over in whatever way they can.
Lost in reverence, Yunho nearly misses it when Seonghwa rolls Hongjoong over on the bed, covering him with his own body and showing his pretty ass and long legs to Yunho’s starving stare. It would be so easy to reach out and touch. To stand up and take.
Yunho leans back in the chair instead, watching each trembling touch and shift of muscle. Hongjoong’s head tilts to the side when Seonghwa’s lips find his neck once more, and their eyes meet for a second time that night. Hongjoong’s pupils are blown wide in the dim light, his hair still damp and sticking to his forehead. A particularly wet sounding kiss has him shuddering, and Yunho pushes his own wet hair from his eyes, loving the way that Hongjoong watches every movement.
“Have you had your fun, hyung?” Yunho taunts in a soft voice, nearly a whisper, careful not to disturb the buzz of tension in the room. His head tilts condescendingly as he watches Hongjoong process the question, a silent challenge to tell him something he doesn’t want to hear. “Are you satisfied yet?”
A particularly sharp roll of Seonghwa’s hips has Hongjoong gasping on whatever words he was going to say, Seonghwa’s mop of blonde turning to catch Yunho’s gaze. A wolfish smile is turning up his pretty cheeks, something like ferality coloring his eyes.
“What do you need to hear, puppy?” Seonghwa returns with just as much sharpness, pulling away from Hongjoong with a soft press of his lips to Hongjoong’s pink cheek.
Seonghwa is equally flushed as he slinks off the bed, a slow and calculating serpent that slithers to the floor in a trail of long limbs. On hands and knees, Seonghwa crawls the short distance and nestles himself between Yunho’s parted thighs, pretty fingers resting on his exposed knees and stopping short of the towel. Beneath the white fabric, Yunho’s cock is still hard and sensitive where it rubs against hotel cotton, showing an obvious bulge that Seonghwa’s eyes appear to magnetize to.
“You want to hear that we aren’t satisfied without you?” Seonghwa continues, resting his cheek on Yunho’s thigh and sending a spark of want up the length of his spine. It tingles in his throat, coming out in the form of a short and broken exhale. “Want to know that you’re a good boy for us?”
The mocking tone that Seonghwa carries does little to ruffle Yunho, though his cocky smile is a bit infuriating, if only because it makes Yunho want to tear him apart. Seonghwa likes to play these games, always the pawn passing between a careless Hongjoong and an immovable Yunho. Yunho has no issue with letting either of them lead should they choose, but the natural cadence of their synchronicity often lands them here, with Seonghwa poking at Yunho’s cage until he has no choice but to rip away the iron.
Yunho inhales slowly through his nose, gaze flitting to Hongjoong just long enough to make sure that he’s there. Yellowish blonde hair is ruffled on top of Hongjoong’s head where he’s sitting up on the bed, watching Seonghwa and Yunho like watching an animal catch prey. A venomous snake to a hungry mongoose.
“Go ahead. He’s tortured me enough,” Hongjoong grumbles as if he were being inconvenienced this entire time, giving Yunho sweet encouragement that smoothes out his edges. “Make him shut up for once.”
On a much steadier exhale, Yunho’s stare turns down once more to find Seonghwa still smiling up at him. Warm light frames his pretty head like a halo, and Yunho swallows down his challenge of faith with a hand coming down to thread through Seonghwa’s white hair, curling his fingers enough to pull.
A pleased cry breaks out into the room as Yunho stands with Seonghwa in his grasp, leading his squirming cobra back to the nest where he belongs. Seonghwa scrambles back up onto the bed to avoid Yunho throwing him there, but the action is half hearted and useless. Yunho releases Seonghwa in the same breath that he pulls the towels from his body, crawling onto the bed with the sole purpose of caging Seonghwa against the mattress.
“Go ahead. Tell me how good I am,” Yunho mutters with his hand finding Seonghwa’s hair once more, tangling the strands to pull him into a kiss that tastes like toothpaste and Hongjoong’s lingering saliva.
Seonghwa whimpers into it, body going lax in complete surrender. Their lips melt together with the ease of people who have done this countless times before, each kiss leading into the next, spit connecting them with every swipe of Yunho’s curious tongue. Seonghwa opens up easily for him in every sense, his mouth falling open in the same manner as his legs. Pliant is not the word that Yunho would often use for Seonghwa, but he is oh-so-giving, and his heart is twice as full.
The gold of the room imprints itself on the inside of Yunho’s eyelids, his vision gleaming with flecks of light despite his eyes being squeezed shut. Kissing Seonghwa is always like looking directly into the sun, dangerous but addicting, sure to leave you blind. It’s a direct contrast to kissing Hongjoong, who’s love is eclipsing and leaves Yunho in sweet, sweet darkness. Yunho has never minded the disorientation much, if only because someone is there to guide him back to solid ground. Yunho shudders with the feeling of calloused fingers on his back, months of playing guitar turning Hongjoong’s small hands into a sensory pleasure.
Knowing Hongjoong, he’s probably feeling a little forgotten about, even if Seonghwa has spent the better part of an hour taking him apart. Yunho can smell the distinct sweetness of Seonghwa’s favorite lube, and one press of his hips to Seonghwa’s body confirms his earlier suspicions. Hongjoong is pressing up against their left side, tacky body sticking wherever he lingers and making a sound like peeling tape as they move.
“You got yourselves ready, just for me?” Yunho murmurs against Seonghwa’s lips, trailing his kisses down with a trail of spit along his jaw. A drag of teeth against Seonghwa’s throat is all it takes to have him mewling, and Hongjoong’s hand tenses where it’s resting on Yunho’s shoulder blade at the sound of it. “How sweet.”
“Let it be known that only Seonghwa’s ass is up for use tonight,” Hongjoong interjects in complete sincerity, a challenging glare meeting Yunho when he turns to look at him. “I don’t feel like waddling around on my vacation days.”
Yunho has to stifle a laugh as he recalls something that Hongjoong told him once. Something about it being unnatural for a great dane to breed with a french bulldog and how they would never work out for that sole reason. Hongjoong had resisted this relationship more than anyone in the beginning, but his eyes glimmer with softness looking back at him now, adoration seeping out of him just as much as Yunho feels.
And despite the teasing, Yunho means it about being sweet, his hand not knotted in Seonghwa’s hair reaching out to push none too gently against Hongjoong’s chest to show his appreciation. His palm, lying flat and fingers spread, nearly covers the entire expanse of Hongjoong’s sternum, easily pinning him to the bed on his left like a butterfly caught with a pin. Walking his fingers up Hongjoong’s neck, he turns his attention back down to suck a pink mark into Seonghwa’s throat, tasting the salt of skin and the sweetness of body wash as his palm finds Hongjoong’s chin.
Hongjoong doesn’t resist it at all, Yunho feeling the bluntness of pearlescent front teeth against the plush of his fingertips in the next breath, his own canines catching on the swell of Seonghwa’s perfect collarbones. Seonghwa has built some muscle in the last few months, filling out his already perfect frame and creating shapes that Yunho has never tired of. He kisses Seonghwa’s left pec, just above his nipple, all the while his fingers begin exploring Hongjoong’s mouth as if it were a pouch hiding riches.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa moan with the softness of liquid gold, the molten substance dripping into Yunho’s ears and threatening to deafen him. It muffles the gargling wetness of Hongjoong’s obstructed tongue, every new sound sending a spark of heat straight to his cock.
Yunho could never tire of this feeling, Hongjoong’s slack jaw and sticky spit against his fingertips as he brushes them curiously over his pretty hyung’s molars, feeling each divot and sharp point that he wishes he could cast and keep around his neck like a trophy. Hongjoong takes it so well, his body twitching in sensitivity but never moving, never fleeing. There is no resistance when Yunho presses down against his tongue with two fingers, nor when he slides them as far back as Hongjoong can take them before gagging, his throat slightly closing around the tips.
And then there is Seonghwa, writhing beneath Yunho in a constant effort to throw him off. Seonghwa fights the way he loves—with ferocity and determination to prove more about his opponent than himself. Yunho has always loved that about him, and the way he trembles when Yunho closes his lips around one of Seonghwa’s nipples, content to leave his fingers in Hongjoong’s mouth and let him do as he pleases with them. Seonghwa moans like a heavenly ghoul with the addition of Yunho’s teeth scraping over the sensitive bud, spit connecting them with each swipe of Yunho’s tongue.
The three of them are conjoined in ways that transcend the body, but corporeal pleasure can be oh-so-satisfying to a weak heart. It has been many long days and even longer nights, always jumping from one place to the next, never knowing when they’ll actually have a moment to rest. Every day is a race to experience everything that the world has to offer in the limited amount of time they have to exist in it, and Yunho knows how privileged they are to be here at all.
But sometimes it is nice to stop, and to not think, and to feel. Yunho feels everything as he gently grinds his hips down, his cock sliding perfectly against Seonghwa’s sticky skin. The slick sound of lube has him groaning right into Seonghwa’s overheated body, and Hongjoong mimics the sound around his intrusion, teeth gently biting at Yunho’s knuckles like a puppy that needs to relieve an ache.
“Yunho, baby,” Seonghwa drawls breathlessly, his own hands tugging uselessly at the sheets as if he wouldn’t dare to actually push Yunho away. “Fuck me, please.”
Such simple words. Yunho falls apart at the sound of them. Seonghwa hardly ever says please and rarely in bed, always preferring to press upon Yunho’s buttons until he’s bursting at the seams.
But Seonghwa is being polite, and Yunho knows better than to mistake such kindness for weakness. The plea is edged with an order, and Yunho has never been happier to obey.
“We won’t forget you,” Yunho mutters as he gently pulls his fingers from Hongjoong’s mouth, leaning over to replace them with his own lips. Hongjoong meets him halfway, nudging himself between Seongwha’s body and Yunho’s own to properly kiss him back.
Hongjoong hums his pleasure with a small, slightly grumpy nod, his tongue slipping past Yunho’s parted lips as if he simply can’t help himself. Yunho is happy to give in, if only just for a moment, feeling Seonghwa turn in the cage of his body to place himself on all fours.
Despite his beautiful limbs and flexing muscle, Seonghwa is still small enough to fit entirely beneath Yunho, and the mere idea has Yunho moaning against Hongjoong’s lips. The vibrations make Hongjoong laugh, his sweet smile pressing a brand into the corner of Yunho’s lips. They both pull away with matching dazed grins, and Yunho watches as Hongjoong slinks back towards the headboard, only a little impatient for his turn.
"C’mon, puppy,” Seonghwa calls over his shoulder, sharp eyes barely catching Yunho’s gaze before his head falls forward. His ass is pressing against Yunho’s cock, forearms holding him up with his back at what must be an uncomfortable arch. “Fuck me like I know you want to.”
Yunho thinks he could die.
The bottle of lube is still lying on the edge of the bed, and Yunho picks it up just long enough to pour some in his palm and spread it along his length. Seonghwa is a vision beneath him, all pretty tanned skin and ripples of muscle that weren’t there before. Yunho has had a hard time not looking at him as of late, eyes following him like they always have, brain melting with every tank top and tight t-shirt.
Lucky does not encompass the kind of seraphic privilege that Yunho feels to be able to have Seonghwa and Hongjoong, but Yunho is selfish enough to take it all. Not even God could rip Yunho from the two people he loves so much, and this narcissism builds inside of him like hellfire each time he finds himself being given a gift. Seonghwa’s hole is pink and sticky, clenching around nothing as Yunho teases the tip of his cock against the soft flesh. This is divine intervention, and Yunho is nothing more than a vessel at their beck and call.
The first press into Seonghwa’s body always has the same effect as being held underwater for too long. All of the air leaves Yunho’s lungs, sparks of light dancing in his vision and making his head sway on the precipice of reality. It’s as perfect as falling freely through the air and accepting that nothing is there to catch you at the bottom, but then sound rushes back into his cotton filled ears and reminds him that he cannot disappear just yet.
“Oh, fuck,” Seonghwa chokes out with a stuttered breath, his hips pressing back to take Yunho without any regard to if he’s ready or not.
Yunho can never say if he is ready to be inside of Seonghwa, the searing tight heat turning every one of his muscles into dangerous, staticky wires. Yunho blinks up and sees Hongjoong squirming at the sight of them together, his fingers lazily stroking his cock that’s an angry shade of red. The sight has Yunho’s own dick twitching inside of Seonghwa, his hips adjusting on their own accord.
“Can’t wait for us?” Yunho teases as he wraps one hand around Seonghwa’s perfectly tapered waist, his other hand pressing on the small of his back, right where two dimples sit at the base of his spine. Yunho has kissed them more times than he can count. “Maybe if you’re nice enough, Seonghwa-hyung will blow you.”
“Fuck you,” Hongjoong bites out without missing a beat, his pouty lips turning down despite the way his body trembles all over. His mean words hold no weight to them, but Yunho can’t help but wish there were two of him, if only to be able to take care of them both.
“Don’t be a baby,” Seonghwa scolds with a surprising air of control in his voice despite the way the head of Yunho’s cock is tugging at his rim, his only sign of weakness coming from the tremble of his hand as he reaches for Hongjoong’s thigh. “Come here.”
“I’m not a baby,” Hongjoong returns, lacking all bite as his body inches closer. “You’re a fucking baby.”
The laugh that startles Yunho pushes him forward just enough to elicit a sound of grievance from Seonghwa below him, not wanting to slip out entirely while Hongjoong adjusts himself again. Hongjoong scoots down the bed until his thighs are spread wide around Seonghwa’s elbows, laying flat amongst the pillows and hard cock right beneath Seonghwa’s mouth.
It’s a perfect position, one they have found themselves in before with varying roles. Having two partners requires a certain level of multitasking, and Seonghwa is the best out of all of them, his body welcoming Yunho’s impatient thrust with a sweet whimper. Yunho can’t help but watch in awe as he begins a slow and steady rhythm, fucking Seonghwa as their hyung takes Hongjoong’s leaking cock into his mouth. Hongjoong nearly screams with the action, sensitivity flushing him crimson and leaving a sheen of glittering sweat against his skin.
Yunho gets lost in shades of gold once more, bright yellows and deep ambers playing at the edges of his vision as pleasure drips down the back of his throat. Seonghwa is burning hot as he fucks him, his body sturdy but giving, the slick sounds of his mouth only adding to the euphoria currently blinding Yunho. Sex with them is always overwhelming to the senses, but Yunho hopes he’ll never get used to it, falling into the pleasant sting of skin hitting skin.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Yunho mumbles senselessly, his eyes struggling to blink just enough to watch Hongjoong fall apart in bliss. “Both of you. So perfect.”
At the praise, Seonghwa clenches around him, a soft mewl buzzing from his chest that’s muffled around Hongjoong’s cock. Each small sound reverberates back against Yunho, the bed rocking with their steady movements that creak the frame. Technically, the room next door is Hongjoong’s, but here he is, squirming against the sheets and clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulders as if he’ll die if he doesn’t. Yunho feels the same, falling forward to lap at Seongwa’s nape and taste his salty skin. Hongjoong’s nails catch on Yunho’s scalp from their nearness, but Yunho likes the way it feels, one of his hands reaching up and over Seonghwa to hold Hongjoong down like he had before.
Hongjoong whimpers with the force of Yunho’s palm pressing against his stomach, and Seonghwa pulls off with a gasp for breath as a result, probably because Hongjoong thrusted a bit too deep.
It’s of no consequence to him. Yunho doesn’t stop. He doesn’t have to. Seonghwa uses his hand instead to stroke Hongjoong’s sticky length, drawing even filthier sounds from Hongjoong’s chest that get lost in the low light of the room. Yunho glances up at them once more, watching Seongwha’s flushed cheek that’s turned towards him and lithe fingers that nearly hide Hongjoong’s pretty cock. Yunho’s hips falter at the sight, his thighs trembling with the painful build of pleasure in his belly.
It has been haunting him all day, flirty texts and dangerous promises following him like a ghost that wishes to exact revenge. Being here, having them, it’s almost too much for Yunho to bear. His entire body is tacky with sweat, never having the chance to cool down from his burning shower, and lube coats the tops of his thighs where it squelches out of Seonghwa’s hole. There’s tangled hair falling into Yunho’s eyes and he knows he’ll have to clean up again, but he won’t be alone this time, and it will be much sweeter with the ache of leftover gratification to wash down the drain.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
Yunho nearly startles with the feeling of Hongjoong’s fingers wrapping around his wrist, blunt nails scraping his forearm as he trembles from head to toe. Seonghwa is moaning brokenly beneath him, head resting on his own forearm as his other hand pumps Hongjoong’s cock, thick spurts of milky white painting Hongjoong’s tan belly and both of their hands. Yunho groans at the sight of it, a particularly harsh thrust sending Seonghwa forward with no way to right himself.
Hongjoong squirms through his orgasm, his hands never leaving Seonghwa or Yunho’s shoulders with nonsensical encouragement. Like this, Yunho and Seonghwa are nearly one body, with Hongjoong’s knees knocking against Yunho’s arms where they’re bent up at an angle. Yunho feels it like a branding iron on the back of his neck, leaving a trail of blood that paints his spine in shades of ownership. This is the apex of all existence, the height of living and dying and the reason for all things.
Yunho fucks Seonghwa in a daze of desperation, no longer aware of anything but beautiful, blinding gold. Seonghwa’s whimpers pull at the tightening strings in Yunho’s belly until the knots are threatening to tear, pleasure ripping him up from the inside out and leaving gore in its wake. Hongjoong’s calloused fingers are on Yunho’s shoulder, touching down his chest and pinching his hardened nipples.
“Look at you,” Hongjoong coos, mean despite the lazy drag to his voice. “Are you gonna finish so soon? At least I have an excuse.”
It’s too much. Yunho is full of too much.
Too much love. Too much greed.
Seonghwa’s body is taut beneath him, his voice carrying out in a cry. Yunho can’t see anything, but he feels the tension of Seonghwa trying to move his hips, as if wanting to fuck into something below. Perhaps Hongjoong is returning the favor, or maybe Seonghwa is rutting against the sheets.
Whatever it is, the movement sends Yunho’s head reeling, all of the tension and all of the waiting crashing down upon him with the force of a rogue wave against a rocky shore. It’s painful and too sudden, but Yunho relents to it, biting at Seonghwa’s shoulder blade to muffle his sharp cry as he comes.
The snap of his resolve steals all the air from his lungs, Yunho’s thrusts slowing to a pathetic twitch of his hips inside of Seonghwa. His release is sticky and hot around his own cock, sending pulses of overstimulation as Seonghwa writhes beneath him in his own reckoning. Hongjoong is still there, coaxing them through it, gentle despite his ability to be cruel.
Yunho tries not to crush Seonghwa as he finds his breath again, but Seonghwa’s sticky hand is reaching back to hold onto Yunho’s hair, keeping him close.
“C’mere,” Yunho mutters while already reaching for Hongjoong, easily maneuvering him until they’re in a tangle of limbs and sheets.
Seonghwa winces when Yunho jostles them where they’re still connected, but Hongjoong kisses Seonghwa’s cheek to quiet him, his fingers playing in Seongwa’s sweat-damp hair.
“We’ll need a shower again,” Hongjoong says with an obvious smile in his voice, always the most tender after a good orgasm. “You’re both disgusting.”
“Look who’s talking,” Yunho grumbles in return, spreading Hongjoong’s own cum over his stomach with a swipe of his hand to prove a point. Hongjoong doesn’t even flinch. “I can’t move. We’ll ruin the sheets. How will we explain needing new sheets?”
“You should’ve worn a condom,” Seonghwa is quick to supply, though the way he clenches around Yunho’s soft cock says otherwise. “Now I’ll have to clean my ass again.”
“Okay, first of all, you were totally baiting me. And I don’t even think we have—”
Hongjoong shuts them both up with a palm to each of their mouths, his stern leader glare ending any arguments they may have wanted to have.
“You two run to the shower, I’ll spill some orange juice on the sheets and set them in the hallway and say we need new ones,” Hongjoong says with a quick nod of his head, leaving no room for opinions on whether or not that’s actually a good idea.
Yunho looks at him, then at Seonghwa, his mouth still covered. It shouldn’t be possible to love people this much.
Yunho licks Hongjoong’s palm before grabbing Seonghwa and pulling out of him none-too-gently, ignoring the squeal of protest as he throws him over his shoulder.
“The sheets can wait, you’re coming too,” Yunho says while wrapping his other arm tightly around Hongjoong’s waist, dragging him off the bed and carrying him like a rolled up carpet under his arm. “I could probably get hard again if you give me 10 minutes.”
To nobody's surprise, he does.