Dinner party

by Blackbird (blackbird_in_the_garden)

Summary:

What's a great dinner without dessert?

Notes:

THIS IS A PWP SCENARIO THAT IS NOT HAPPENING IN BETWEEN THE GAMES and Gi-hun is a bit OOC as such.
Literally just self-indulgent porn. Bon appétit.

Linguistic note: Gi-hun and In-ho refer to each other using the -ssi suffix as per the series. The reader character uses the oppa honorific when addressing both men (if at any point it reads ambiguous, that is the intention), occasionally using the -ssi form as well.

Bonus TW: lots of alcohol, unsafe sex, deep throating

Chapter 1: À la carte

As soon as you saw them in formal wear, you knew. Something was definitely off.

Gi-hun’s black suit over a white shirt emphasised his lean features. Young-il looked dashing in his ivory-coloured blazer. Both carried flowers in place of pocket squares: roses of opposite colours. Elegantly styled bangs were not a look on them that you were familiar with, but definitely could get used to.

You yourself were draped in a short satin burgundy dress that barely covered your stockings, with an oversized blazer thrown on your shoulders, and high-heeled shoes that made you almost match Young-il’s height.

First, there was dinner.

A whole seared white fish served over a rice base with an earthy mushroom taste, coloured vegetables arranged in a circle around it; a smaller plate with fresh bread and another one with a green salad. There were wines to choose from—Young-il quickly suggested a particular white, explaining to Gi-hun and yourself how its notes should pair well with the dish. Neither one of you knew enough about fine dining to do anything but nod along. The food was delicious, and so was the wine.

Young-il, as charming as ever, was clearly more interested in flirting with you and Gi-hun than he was in his food. You've seen him glaring at Gi-hun before, but he's been way too polite to act on it, and Gi-hun has definitely been too shy to respond. You liked them both. They were complete opposites, but so beautiful.

You felt a nudge under the table, probably accidental, except when it happened again. You looked at the oblivious Gi-hun.

A third, brief touch, told you enough.

Gi-hun drank faster than you and Young-il, setting a different tempo. He was doing his best to drink down his embarrassment over his poor manners; visibly uncomfortable in the luxurious setting, apprehensive about your and Young-il’s company. His nervous gulps relaxed over time, and suddenly he was leaning on the table with his elbows, eyes glued to Young-il as he talked, and simpering at you whenever you laughed.

“So what's next?” when all three of you were done with your food, Gi-hun leaned back in his chair.

“Wouldn't it be dessert?” You asked in response.

“I don't think I want anything sweet tonight.”

“You just might change your mind,” Young-il explained knowingly. “Come with me.”

He stood from the table, gently motioning at the two of you to follow, moving down the hallway and through a pair of doors, and you found yourselves in a lavish, half-lit room that perfectly married black and brass.

Fresh drinks in hand, you resumed your conversation with Young-il, accompanied by Gi-hun occasional comments. Young-il's ulterior motive became absolutely clear when he placed one hand on your knee and didn't remove it despite Gi-hun's raised eyebrow. They locked eyes, as excitement welled up in your body.

“Am I interrupting something? Do I leave now?”

“Please. Have we had dessert yet?” Young-il turned to him. “I think not.”

One hand occupied with your whisky glass, you slowly reached for Gi-hun's palm with the other. He didn't recoil when you placed it on top of Young-il's.

“Are you feeling nervous, Gi-hunssi?”

“A little, perhaps, why?”

“Your hands are trembling.”

Gi-hun shook at the remark, and as he lifted his whisky to his lips, a thin trail flowed down from where it made contact with the skin. You swiped it from his face with your index finger and put it in your mouth. He couldn't stop looking at you.

“I am feeling nervous, too,” Young-il's knuckles brushed Gi-hun's cheek, grazing his slightly open lips.

“You? You are always so composed.”

“That's just what you see.”

Gi-hun cleared his throat.

“What are we having for dessert then?”

“A selection of chocolates and wine pairings, but we could also put you on the menu, Gi-hunssi,” Young-il didn't even blink when answering. “Or our baby girl who's already dressed for unwrapping.”

“So are you both,” you bridled and blew hair out of your face.

“Awfully full of yourselves, aren't you?” as flustered as he must have been, Gi-hun didn't show it anymore. Now, his expression was steadfast.

Young-il smiled, got up from the couch and walked over to the bar counter from which he procured a golden tray. He squatted in front of you and Gi-hun, and began explaining: milk chocolate filled with blueberry ganache paired well with merlot; dark chili-infused chocolate could be washed down with Californian wine; white chocolate pistachio bark tasted divine with riesling.

You didn’t recognise half of the names, but honestly Young-il could talk to you about anything in that deep voice of his and you would be paying attention regardless. When he asked you for your first choice, you went with the most sweet-sounding option.

He picked up a chocolate with his thumb and index finger, and you opened your lips expectantly. It was melt-on-the-tongue delicious. The wine he suggested paired perfectly and you felt a tingle of warmth traveling down your legs.

“Gi-hunssi?”

“I want the blueberry.”

“As you wish,” Young-il grabbed the chocolate gently, lifting it up to Gi-hun’s pursed lips. He intercepted it with a shade of annoyance.

Some more liquor sips in and he began to cave, his body relaxing against his anxiety. As you continued your ritual with Young-il, Gi-hun finally allowed you to feed him one, too.

But when you licked Young-il’s fingers after being fed a praline, Gi-hun got tired of tasting chocolate—or so you thought.

He gripped Young-il’s wrist and your hand at the same time, yanked you both. Your faces were so close now, you could feel the warmth radiating off of them.

“That’s enough.”

“Enough what?”

Gi-hun turned to you, giving you a quick but decisive look, and placed a small kiss on your lips. He then did the exact same to Young-il.

“If I keep watching you two ogling each other like that, I’ll lose it.”

You exhaled in surprise at his candidness, but Young-il sat up, his mind made up since the start of the night.

“We’re here together, Gi-hunssi. All three of us.”

“That's right.”

As their faces closed in on yours, locking you in a three-way of frantic kisses and short breaths, your voice caught in your throat. Suddenly, Young-il's hand was planted firmly on your back, tilting you closer, while Gi-hun's body seemed to be stuck between wanting to run away and feeling this with his entire being.

You noticed how Young-il squeezed Gi-hun's thigh. The hand almost instinctively travelled further upwards, but he pulled back.

“Why did you stop?” Gi-hun lowered his voice. Young-il responded by placing his hand back on Gi-hun’s knee and slowly inching it towards his groin.

“Do you want to be touched there, oppa?” you asked, crossing your legs over to draw his attention.

“Where exactly?” Gi-hun took the bait. Your dress rode up, baring some skin between the edge of the red fabric and the black stocking. Young-il’s fingers on his inner thigh made him gasp and a flush of colour crept onto his cheeks.

“Right there.”

The older man was trembling from anticipation. He leaned over and Young-il’s nose grazed his chin.

“I would like that.”

With his permission having rung loud and clear in the room, Young-il ran his fingers over Gi-hun's crotch, causing him to flinch.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” Gi-hun responded, clearly bracing himself to regain composure. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I'm fine. Just... It's been a while since I've done this.”

“We are in no rush,” Young-il’s digits swept across his cheekbones, lightly touching his lips, and this time Gi-hun leaned into the kiss fully. Young-il pressed back so as not to be toppled over.

You propped yourself up on the sofa armrest, excusing yourself for a hot minute to take in the view. You couldn't help but smile.

You watched Young-il part his lips to let Gi-hun's tongue roam, while his hands rubbed the other man’s dick through the dress pant fabric that was now tenting visibly. After a quick inspection, you realised Young-il was as flustered as he had claimed to be, because beads of sweat were pearled on the back of his neck.

Weren't they the best treats.

Young-il was now caressing Gi-hun's chest, calmly lifting his shirt. You fantasised about Young-il ripping Gi-hun's trousers and underwear off of him so you could see his erection—hopefully in Young-il's mouth or ass, or perhaps in one of your own holes. A moment of clarity through the alcohol-induced haze, and you were millimetres away from touching your clit. Of course they wouldn't mind, but you didn't want to distract them just yet.

Right on cue, Young-il wove his fingers into your hair, pulling you back in. He was breathing into your neck, his hand roamed across the exposed skin on your leg, giving you gooseflesh, briefly stopping to trace down the garter.

“Would you two care to join me somewhere more comfortable?” he asked just as Gi-hun seemed to aim for the buttons on his shirt. Young-il pulled away, fixed his trousers, and offered a hand to you and Gi-hun.

Otherwise you three would have devoured one another right where you sat. But Young-il wasn't lying. He led you two to a bedroom with a king-sized bed. Gi-hun was the first to sit down, hardly a trace of elegance in his moves; you leaned over, encircling your arms around his neck, holding his gaze on your face.

“I didn’t think...” he started, hesitant. Somehow you knew what he wanted to communicate, so you placed a kiss on his cheek, and then two more on his chin and lips. Encouraged anew, he slipped his long fingers under your dress and bra.

“Now,” Young-il was confident as always, his posture impeccable and tone clear. “I am thinking I should handcuff one of you to the bedpost so that we slow down.”

“We’re all still fully dressed, oppa,” you remarked playfully despite feeling Gi-hun’s fingers on your very sensitive nipple.

“Let’s work on that, shall we?”

You dropped your blazer to the floor just as Young-il unbuttoned the topmost buttons of his shirt, striding towards where you sat.

“Go on ahead, you two,” Gi-hun instructed. “I’ll enjoy the view.”

Young-il nodded and helped you back to your feet, then lifted your chin with this thumb.

Your hands ran down his frame, and he wrapped his arms around your hips. You made your way down his button line in no time. While searching for the dress zipper, Young-il squeezed your butt cheeks, making you jerk upwards into him. You felt his erection against your lap.

For sure it would feel amazing inside of you.

The zipper travelled down, so you wiggled to both sides to let your dress fall. You still wore your underwear, stockings and shoes, but now felt more exposed than ever—especially with their eyes swallowing you. You chose to respond in kind and stared straight at Young-il’s naked chest, just as he rested his hands on his sides. You unzipped his trousers, fingers brushing the fabric of his boxers, and suddenly he was pulling it all down, and his penis sprung up to his lower belly. You traced his dark hair and his length, then peeked over your shoulder to catch Gi-hun's expression. He didn’t move from where he sat, his ajar legs and determined gaze inviting you to admire just how turned on he was by the spectacle. Honestly, you were surprised he wasn’t already jacking off.

“Better?” Young-il smirked, again scooping you into his body.

“Ask Gi-hunssi.”

Young-il pulled your face in for a deeper, longer kiss, and right then you felt Gi-hun inserting himself behind you, tightly wrapping you between him and the other man. Swiftly, he unclasped your bra, chin wedged between your shoulder and ear.

“Don’t be so prude,” Young-il whispered, hands looking to unbuckle Gi-hun’s trousers. No more protesting. You groped behind, almost snapping Gi-hun’s shirt open as he continued to fondle your breasts.

“Could still be better.”

“Yeah,” Gi-hun hastily removed his own blazer and shirt. “It will.”

It also was Gi-hun who discovered that your panties sat over your garterbelt.

“My girl, look at you,” he said provokingly, tugging at the rim before pulling them down in one go. He carefully helped you to step out of them. Nobody considered removing your shoes, and it was not like you minded entirely. You stood a little bit taller, after all. “You’re practically dripping,” he observed, swiping down between your legs.

Young-il nodded but stayed quiet.

“Watching you two was a treat tastier than chocolate,” you retorted and rolled your hips into his hand, so his index finger curled up between your folds. You let out a small moan. You could tell it made his heart beat faster.

“Same goes for me. Young-ilssi has been treating you like a proper lady. Are you enjoying that?”

“I am,” you answered, truthfully.

“And what about you, Young-ilssi?”

There was something about Gi-hun’s commandeering tone of voice that made you both even more excited. Young-il blinked slowly, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he swallowed.

“I want to make you both shake from pleasure, the only thing on your minds how much you want to cum and how great I made you feel.”

Gi-hun pressed his lips together, looking like the comment alone would do it for him.

“I think we can agree to that,” he admitted after a brief pause and removed the rest of his clothing. He then walked back towards the bed, patted the sheets down. Young-il took your hand and followed.

“Ladies first.”

You clambered towards Gi-hun and he embraced you, gesturing for you to turn around. You sat against his chest and he immediately started massaging your thighs.

“Young-ilssi?”

As soon as your eyes met, you understood what they agreed to in the split second preceding this. Your pulse quickened.

Hooking under the garters, Gi-hun pulled your legs apart. Young-il’s two fingers buried in your folds, he poked at the entrance to your vagina. Once sufficiently lubricated, he touched your clit; and after a few more sizzling touches, leaned over to kiss those same spots.

With Gi-hun now alternating between caressing the skin on your thighs, rubbing your breasts and softly biting into your shoulder, and Young-il licking you thoroughly from your clit to your entrance, you were sure you were going to lose your mind.

You grasped Gi-hun's wrist and he forcibly turned your head to face him, giving you a deep kiss that felt like he was mimicking Young-il with the way his tongue roamed inside your mouth. When he was convinced you were trying to move away, he gripped your garters again.

He was stronger, firmer than he seemed at a glance.

Both men reacted to the enthusiastic sounds you made—Young-il wrapping his arms under your legs and Gi-hun tracing a line from your chin to belly so that your eyes would follow. He also touched the back of Young-il's head and you were sure he was tempted to pull his hair. You didn't really get more time to consider acting on it, however, because after Young-il's lips encircled your clit multiple times, he started sucking down. Your body shot up.

“He did say you'd be shaking,” Gi-hun’s whisper grazed your ear and you shuddered. “My pretty girl. Do you like this?”

You nodded fervidly and he rewarded you with a nuzzle on your cheek.

“Lost the words in your mouth?”

You did want to respond, but with the imminent orgasm creeping in, all that came out was just a groan.

How you were still holding on, you didn’t know. Gi-hun licked your earlobe, panting right into it, his one hand pinching your stiff nipple, and the other tracing circles underneath Young-il’s hairline. When your legs started shaking, Young-il squeezed them reassuringly.

“Just let it go, darling,” Gi-hun encouraged you softly. “Cum for me and for Young-ilssi.”

That was it.

You thrust your hips out, threw your head back, hitting it against Gi-hun’s chest, whines and moans escaping your lips.

“Please, please,” you squirmed, fingers digging into the bed, into whatever skin you felt underneath them. When Young-il wasn’t letting up, you realised Gi-hun kept pushing him down on you. “Please, oppa, I can’t take this anymore.”

Gi-hun’s very pronounced erection was touching your back, and you were sure now he wouldn’t be able to wait long to have his way with either—or both—of you.

When he finally let go, Young-il sat upright again, shooting Gi-hun a look, and then started rubbing his own neck.

“You are the sweetest thing,” he admitted, making you blush even more than you were already. Instinct told you to clasp your thighs shut, so exhausted you felt.

“You were amazing,” you praised him in return and he stroked your cheek. You then turned around and faced the man who clearly took pleasure in teasing you.

“Was that enough for you?” Gi-hun looked you in the eye as if he wanted a confrontation. You held his stare, but your hands wandered below his waist. “I want to see the rest.”

“What exactly do you want to see, Gi-hunssi?” Young-il asked, slowly working his way over to Gi-hun's groin alongside you.

“You, buried deep inside her,” he clarified, and a visible shiver ran down Young-il's back.

“Aren’t you ready now?”

“Same as you’ve been for a while,” Gi-hun responded, sizing Young-il’s length up and down. “Young-ilssi. Don't make me ask twice.”

Both you and Young-il were surprised by Gi-hun's dominating stance, though it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

When they smiled at each other, you again understood that in that moment they settled on their decision. Young-il's hand left Gi-hun's skin warm, as he jumped off the bed and, in one swift motion, pulled you towards him from your hips. His fingers rapped on your knee, but before he could reposition himself, you drew him into your chest—hoping to make Gi-hun jealous.

Instead, it only seemed to make him harder.

“Fuck, you're a tease,” he said accusatorily to your face only, and you stuck out your tongue. Young-il’s eyes followed the motion, though he was kissing the skin on your breasts.

“You're the one who's been watching us play.”

“Yeah,” Gi-hun nodded quickly. “It will only be that much tastier for me later.”

Your lower body was hanging over the edge of the bed, your feet just touching the floor, as Young-il cushioned his lap inside your thighs. He dragged his dick across your opening a few times, coating it in your slick and his saliva, and you realised you were ready to beg him to put it in.

The only thing stopping you both was Gi-hun's burning gaze.

“Is that OK, Gi-hunssi?” Young-il asked quietly.

“Are you comfortable?” he posed a question to you in return.

“Never been more snug.”

When Young-il did put it in, it was the other man that gasped loudly.

“You're so good for me, baby,” Young-il's voice, heavy with arousal, reached deep within you.

It truly felt like that man could get wherever he wanted in your body and your mind. His thrusts were heavy and hot, every single one of them reminding you how sensitive your orgasm made you.

“Likewise, oppa.”

Gi-hun was oddly quiet, only his quickened breaths reminding you of his presence. When he pulled back up, you realised his eyes were fixated on your breasts moving up and down to the rhythm of Young-il's thrusts. You tried grabbing him which didn't escape Young-il's attention.

“Impatient, Gi-hunssi?”

“Horny as fuck, rather,” he admitted, no reservations, his words sending a tingle down your back.

“What are you waiting for then?”

He didn't have to be told twice. Gi-hun's fingers wrapped around his own cock, stroking it slowly, and he leaned back into a comfortably voyeuristic position. Young-il seemed to speed up at that sight.

“Look what you're doing to Gi-hunssi, baby.”

“Have you seen yourself?” you raised your voice. As if Young-il wasn't aware of his own muscular arms, chiseled abs and perfectly shaped thighs. Gods. “Shit, shit, oppa, go faster.”

Both obliged. Gi-hun started pumping, and he bit his lower lip, looking absolutely desperate and flustered, and incredibly attractive. Young-il grabbed around your knees, lifting your legs up, his dick hitting the back wall of your vagina, making you squeal.

Your eyes met Gi-hun's when you dropped your head. You decided that he was in need of extra motivation, so you moaned his name through parted lips.

“Careful or he'll reprimand you,” Gi-hun responded with a small grin.

“I would love to bury my dick in you too, Gi-hunssi, if you'd have me.”

Young-il's words seemed to have quite an effect, as Gi-hun's penis twitched independently of his fingers.

“You could make him whimper,” you commented. Young-il immediately rammed into you harder, fishing for a louder reaction; Gi-hun moaned, copying the motion. “Like so... he wouldn't last long.” You uttered every word through the burning clashing of skin, gasping for breath.

“Neither did you,” Gi-hun retorted. “When Young-ilssi gets tired and moves over, you will be begging me not to stop.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

You could feel Young-il’s racing pulse in your lower body as he listened to you two bicker. You let him steer, your legs on his chest, feeling them growing numb. Young-il did not let you off even for a moment. He checked if Gi-hun attempted to match his pace and proudly ascertained that he, in fact, did not, so he held his breath and pushed himself over.

As he came, he let out a low rasping groan that made both you and Gi-hun shiver. His body shook when he filled you, chin raised high up, his neck fully exposed, and Gi-hun's hand stopped moving.

Young-il pulled out, his length covered in a glistening mixture of his own cum and saliva, and your fluids. You dropped your legs to the mattress, feeling a streak of that mixture travelling down your inner thigh, soaking into the bedsheets. The two men watched that, too, in pure awe.

“You were great, darling,” Young-il shook himself awake, kissed the tip of your nose. “Take a break now. I'll make sure Gi-hunssi gets to enjoy his portion.”

You nodded, awaiting Gi-hun's reaction; he swallowed loudly, his breath shaky.

Young-il knelt down. He put his hand on top of Gi-hun's, giving it a firm grip and then gently moved it away, interlacing their fingers together. Gi-hun's face showed a mix of distress and want. He definitely needed this.

When Young-il's tongue touched his sensitive tip, trailing down towards the base, he cried out.

“Oppa, you've been very patient,” you teased when his eyes moved over to you, as if asking for support. “You know Young-ilssi will make you feel amazing, like he did to me.”

And Young-il did everything in his power just to deliver on that promise. His lips closed around Gi-hun's cock, fingers gently cupping his testicles, and he kept licking, sliding up and down, as Gi-hun squirmed, his knees buckling. His hand moved to the nape of Young-il's neck and you were convinced he was using all his remaining willpower to stop himself from pushing down.

He really did not last long, not after the torture he willingly put himself through. Watching Gi-hun finally expel his load directly into Young-il’s mouth, made you think you wanted your hands on both of them, again. Perhaps after a short rest. Young-il swallowed thoroughly, then flicked his tongue a couple more times to clean Gi-hun up.

“And?”

“What?”

“Was it good?”

“It was. But Young-ilssi definitely did all the hard work himself.”

“Please. Seeing the expressions on your faces made me want to keep going.”

“Come, lie down,” you grazed Young-il's bicep. He obediently put his head down on your lap, watching Gi-hun's chest rise and fall restlessly. “What did you do before all this, oppa? You’re crazy strong.”

“I was a cop.”

“That checks out.”

As you stroked Gi-hun's bangs, his heavy eyelids closed and he drifted off. Young-il smiled to himself. You weren't tired—physically, perhaps—but this was just too exciting to fall asleep like that.

“Care for a drink?” Young-il asked in a hushed tone and you nodded. He got up first, gently, so as not to wake the other man up. You dropped your shoes, grabbed one of the discarded blazers and threw it on.

Chapter 2: Table d'hôte

Notes:

I originally wrote this entire peace as a very lengthy one shot with no break, but my #1 editor and bestie called it exhausting.

Anyway, enjoy the continued PWP goonery with a sprinkle of mentally unstable Hwang In-ho and a dash of sexually repressed Seong Gi-hun. I had an absolute blast working on this.

Young-il had a glass of red wine ready for you and a whisky for himself when you joined him back on the sofa. Your calf grazed his, and you positioned yourself comfortably enough to keep looking at him—still stark naked. Tearing your eyes off of him was quite difficult in your current state.

As you two chatted, you wondered how Gi-hun would react if you started making out with Young-il on the couch. He’d get jealous, of course. He said earlier he couldn’t bear looking at the two of you flirting.

So why did he have Young-il eat you out and fuck you until you couldn’t feel your legs? And he was so assertive about it, too.

You wanted his attention. Gi-hun was so unlike Young-il; withdrawn and secluded, but whenever he looked at you, spoke softly to you, you felt at ease.
His drinking, acting possessive, and ordering Young-il around was fascinating. And now that you’ve had a taste, you also craved more.

It wasn't long until Gi-hun rejoined, dressed only in his underwear and an unbuttoned shirt. Young-il immediately got up to pour him a glass. Gi-hun sat down on your other side, legs open wide, and took a sizable sip as soon as he received the drink. You smiled at him, but he deliberately avoided making eye contact.

“So which one was your favourite?” Young-il asked in a serious voice. “Mine is definitely the white and chardonnay.”

“I think the strawberry shortcake and that slightly sweet red.”

“The port. Yes, I agree that it was quite delightful. What about you, baby?”

“Getting himself off while watching your dick slide in and out of my pussy,” you responded and Gi-hun spat out his whisky. “That was insanely hot.”

Young-il chuckled, his hand again finding its way to your knee.

“Watching you get thoroughly screwed and imagining that is going to be him later. Right, Gi-hunssi?”

The thought alone made you light-headed.

“Two against one again? You're really not letting me off the hook here.”

“Why would we? You didn't let us.”

“As if you didn't enjoy it.”

“You both tasted delicious,” maybe you only imagined it, but Young-il winked at Gi-hun whose cheeks were red from alcohol, arousal and embarrassment. Young-il's fingers slipped between your inner thighs, making your stomach flip.

“And it felt fantastic, oppa,” you admitted dreamily. “You were so good, Gi-hunssi is speechless.”

“My pleasure. I did tell you I'm an amicable guy.”

“Yeah, what's not to like,” you nodded, running a digit down from Young-il’s belly button to the base of his penis. He felt you up in response, visibly happy that you were still soaking wet. Gi-hun’s eyes darted back and forth between you and Young-il. “You're really doing your best to please everyone.”

Gi-hun cleared his throat and reached over, pushing Young-il's hand away.

“I said I can do it too.”

“Have I gotten tired already?” Young-il blinked. He was taken aback but not for long. “You were napping just a moment ago, Gi-hunssi.”

“And now I am rested, so move over.”

There it was, that dominating tone. You clenched involuntarily, as Gi-hun finally raised his head to look at your face. His dark eyes showed determination, desperation, and a hint of something else. Something that he wasn't proud of.

Young-il complied, retreated. You nodded in agreement, curious to see where this was going. Gi-hun moved up as close to you as he could, hooked his foot around your ankle and drew it towards him, one arm wrapping around your hips. His fingertips brushed your hair and your lips, ran down between your breasts, and then moved onto your clit. You were prepared this time, and his touch was warm. You squeezed his upper arm.

“Is this alright?” again, he was making sure you were satisfied.

“It is.”

You grabbed Gi-hun through his underwear. He wasn't as hard as you'd have expected—perhaps the amount of alcohol you all drank finally got to him. When he leaned over to kiss your face, you groped around for Young-il on the other side of the couch. He didn't utter a word when you started stroking him.

Gi-hun’s caresses were different: deliberate, a little hasty, almost as if he was afraid to break away. His index and middle fingers curled up and entered you, his thumb rubbing your clit in small circles. He kissed with reverence. You noticed that earlier: how his lips savoured Young-il’s, and his tongue studied the other man’s mouth.

When you purred with pleasure, Young-il also made a sound, alerting Gi-hun.

“Is this a competition?”

“To see who finishes faster?” Young-il riposted. “It could be.”

“That so,” if Gi-hun was the type to scoff, he would have been doing that now. Instead, he focussed back on you. “What if it's gonna be you, my pretty girl? Because you enjoy this too much?”

“Not as much as I enjoyed seeing you flustered when Young-ilssi went down on you, oppa.”

Gi-hun swallowed hard.

“Why do you keep talking back to me,” the entire length of his fingers was now inside you, so you spread your legs open wider. “But not to him, hm?”

“Because you're adorable when you're irked, oppa.”

You were sure he wouldn't take the remark easily. He didn't know if you were being serious or toying with him. He didn't want to be seen that way. As much as he thirsted for Young-il's voice in his ear and your hands roaming his body, he couldn't stop comparing himself.

For Gi-hun it wasn’t a game.

“Now you've done it,” he pulled you away from Young-il, and his palm landed on your lower back. “You’re a naughty little thing, you know that?”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You asked coquettishly, raising your chin.

“Should I punish you?”

“You promised me something earlier.”

A flash of realisation through the drunken trance.

“I’ll make you beg.”

“Do it,” you stifled a deep moan into his neck, simultaneously plucking at his underwear. “Make me beg you for more, oppa.”

Gi-hun seized both your arms, yanking the jacket off, turned you face-first towards the sofa and the now suspiciously absent Young-il. He lifted your butt in the air, running his hand down your buttocks and thighs, and got undressed at the same time. Leaning on your elbows, you arched out. It seemed like Gi-hun could have used more time napping, but you decided to be patient for him. There wasn't anywhere more interesting to be, anyway.

Gi-hun's fingers were back to working you up. You leaned into his skilled hands, feeling them all over. You bit down on your lower lip. Despite his threats, or maybe because of them, you knew you would be cumming again in no time. You didn't want to forfeit your victory just yet, though.

Young-il returned without a sound, kneeling down beside the couch. You looked over your shoulder.

“Here,” he slid a black ring down Gi-hun’s penis and testicles, and Gi-hun’s eyes went wide. Young-il gave him a few slow strokes and a reassuring pat on the thigh. “You should get on your knees now, Gi-hunssi.”

This must have been the fastest that Gi-hun has ever followed a command from Young-il. All at once you were bent over, with Gi-hun inside you, and both his hands firmly gripping your hips.

“This couch is very soft, you shouldn’t hold back,” when another set of fingers crept closer and grazed your delicate skin, you realised that it was Young-il making you arch. Your heart was beating out of your chest. “She’ll be absolutely fine.”

“Sure,” you gritted your teeth.

Young-il murmured something to the other man who then reached over to rub your clit. You lost track. Gi-hun with his brisk caresses, suddenly so measured—you could feel him everywhere—was Young-il still touching you?—oh, you wanted Gi-hun’s fingers in your hair, in your mouth, wait, you needed his mouth on—

Your second orgasm made you tense up, clenching over Gi-hun as his entire length drove in and out of you, and you cried out. Gi-hun groaned. Young-il stroked your cheek through the small tremors that shattered you, while your hands helplessly balled into fists.

“More?”

You had no idea who asked the question.

“More.”

You felt a weight shifting on the sofa. You weren’t prepared for the sound that Gi-hun made then and for the way his slender body shot up. Young-il must have been doing something to him now.

“Relax, Gi-hunssi, please,” he pleaded gently. You peeked from between your legs and somehow did the maths, despite your mind being a chocolate-fed, alcohol-quenched and fucked-to-the-brim mush. Young-il’s fingers aimed for his prostate.

“Young-ilssi!”

“It only feels odd at first, you will ease into it. Focus on our darling. She clearly hasn’t had enough.”

“M-my girl,” Gi-hun wrapped his arm around your stomach, as he manoeuvred to kiss your back. “I don’t think I can keep this up too long.”

It wasn’t Gi-hun who jerked your elbow, making you fall over.

Young-il took complete control of the situation. His tempo decided how fast Gi-hun was going—hot breaths on your shoulder blades, butterfly kisses on your spine. Gi-hun’s cries of pleasure drowned everything else out: his pelvis slamming into you, your wheezing as you fought against being overwhelmed by both men, Young-il’s small grunts of delightful curiosity.

“Oppa,” you stammered, cheek pressed into the sofa so hard you were sure you’d be feeling your neck muscles the next day. And not just those muscles. “More.”

“I know—”

“You two are being very chatty,” Young-il wasn’t done teasing. “Fill her up, Gi-hunssi. Fill her up and she’ll thank you for it.”

Gi-hun’s legs were shaking. He pushed down, his final take, and a wave of warmth exploded inside you. You didn’t even notice when Young-il let go of your arm. All you felt was Gi-hun’s greedy gasps for air on your wet skin, and your pulse in between your thighs.

You had no idea how much time passed. When you finally lifted yourself up, you saw Gi-hun resting with his head down between his legs, while Young-il sat comfortably, his back straight.

You tapped Gi-hun on the shoulder and, as he looked up with visible strain, you pointed to Young-il.

“What is it, baby?” Young-il laughed candidly. You gripped his cock with vigour he was not expecting. “You still want more? Can you take me again?”

“No... but you need more, don’t you?”

You put your lips over him, maintaining the grip, deep mouthfuls immediately getting a low moan out of Young-il. His arm hovered over your hair but then Gi-hun grabbed it, pinning him to the sofa rest, sinking into his lips, biting down on his neck.

Young-il relaxed, same as when he was having his way with you. Only then did you realise that his straight back was actually a sign of vexation. Gi-hun might have been flustered and competitive the entire night—because Young-il was making up for something.

You worked together with Gi-hun to spend Young-il’s remaining strength, both of you repaying him for the dinner party that seemed never to end.

You could feel him at the back of your throat. You kept lapping up the precum, his erection glistening with your saliva. But it was Gi-hun who set the pace now and who didn't allow Young-il to hold you down.

“Are you close, Young-ilssi?”

“Give me more,” he panted in response. “Take more. I'm yours.”

Whatever Gi-hun was doing, it reduced Young-il to small moans and writhing; and as you played with his testicles, you could feel he was seconds away from ejaculating. Young-il's lower body grew so firm it was as if it belonged to a different person.

You gripped his base tightly.

The tension gave way to quaking, and shortly your lips filled with his warm cum. You held on and swallowed with a gulp.

Gi-hun released Young-il and fell back. You sat straight up, wiped Young-il's bangs off his sweat-streaked forehead. He looked at you—and was that shame in his eyes?

“I don't know what came over me,” he explained, cleaning the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “I’m so sorry.”

You put your arms around Gi-hun's neck, and he hugged you close in return.

“Forget it, it was fun,” Gi-hun’s gaze wandered off, again.

Was he going to regret everything the next day after sobering up?

You felt sorry about provoking him so much but couldn't apologise for it — at least not yet. Picking fights with Gi-hun brought out an interesting side of him, something you'd have expected from Young-il but now knew was just a façade.

You realised that Gi-hun immediately drifted off, so you stayed still. His rhythmic breathing was likely going to lull you to sleep soon, too. Young-il kept watching the two of you.

Gi-hun proved harmless in the end. Just exceptionally horny. It was Young-il that really made you wonder.