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It’s been a week.
Seven whole days of clipped, sarcastic answers, drawn-out sighs, and the sort of sulking only Seungmin can get away with.
He knows exactly what they are thinking.
They think that he is being dramatic, that he is dragging this out, that he is weaponising his pout. And fine, maybe, there is some truth to that. But what else is he supposed to do? Pretend that it hadn’t happened? Pretend he hadn’t wanted them to throw him around and fuck him until he passed out?
He replays it constantly. The way he’d tugged on Changbin’s shirt with clumsy fingers, demanding to be touched all over. The way Chan’s voice had gone soft but firm: Not tonight, baby. He’d tucked a blanket around his shoulders and stuffed him into bed like he was fragile.
He remembers the way they had looked at him with patience and concern rather than hunger.
It had stung.
But it’s not really because they refused to touch him. It’s because he’d wanted it so badly, and they hadn’t trusted him to know his own body.
He’d been drunk, sure, but he’d still known what he wanted. The rejection was so potent that he could almost taste it in his mouth, bitter and sharp.
And so, he’s been sulking all week.
He sighed when Chan asked him to pass the salt. He ignored Changbin’s attempts to pull him into his lap during movie night. He stayed longer at the library than necessary, pretended to be busy with anything he could come up with, just so they’d know he was mad.
Except, he isn’t mad. Not really.
He’s embarrassed. Embarrassed that he’d been so drunk that he apparently got emotional about calculus, embarrassed that he’d begged so desperately only to be rejected and tucked into bed like he was helpless.
Sulking is easier than admitting that to them.
But apparently, a week is their limit— because the second he flops onto the sofa with another theatrical sigh, they both turn toward him at once, and he knows he is in trouble.
The second sigh has barely left his lips when Chan speaks.
“We need to talk.”
The words make Seungmin’s stomach dip. He freezes, half-splayed on the sofa. “About what?” He asks, though he knows damn well what.
Chan doesn’t bother answering right away. He crosses the room, lowering himself into the armchair across from him with a calm that sets his teeth on edge. Changbin follows, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, close enough to make him feel boxed in.
“About you,” Chan finally says. “About what happened last week.”
Seungmin groans. “Do we have to?”
“Yes.” Chan’s tone is sharp, leaving no room for argument. “Because you’ve been sulking for too long, and we’ve let you. But if you’re still upset, then we need to deal with it.”
Seungmin shifts, suddenly very aware of the two of them cornering him. “I wasn’t upset. I just—”
“Seungmin,” Chan’s voice softens, still keeping its steely edge. “You tried to sleep with us when you were drunk. Really drunk. You couldn’t even stand, Min. You could barely speak.”
His cheeks heat at the reminder. He hates that they have to talk about it, hates how small it makes him feel. “But I knew what I wanted,” he mutters.
“And maybe you did,” Chan allows. “But you couldn’t give proper consent in that state. You know that.”
Seungmin pushes himself upright. “We’re in a relationship. Isn’t that enough? Don’t you already know I want you?”
“That’s not how it works,” Chan leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Consent isn’t just a one-time thing you give at the start of a relationship. It’s something you give every time you choose to share your body with us. Drunk or not, you have to be able to say yes and mean it. You have to be able to understand what you’re saying yes to. Last week, you couldn’t do that.”
Changbin nods quietly, his presence solid and steady.
Seungmin bites down on the inside of his cheek, trying to ignore the stinging in his chest. “So you didn’t want me,” he says, because it’s easier than admitting the truth.
“That’s not it. We always want you. God, Min, do you even know how hard it is to say no to you? But no matter how much we want you, we can’t ignore your safety. It doesn’t mean taking advantage of you when you’re not all there. It means respecting you, even when you’re not in the right state to give consent.”
Seungmin’s throat bobs, his words catching. “I wasn’t—”
“Min, come on,” Changbin says, finally joining in. “You were shaking, dehydrated, slurring your words. You can be bratty, you can push us, but that night? You weren’t really in your right mind. We love you too much to do anything when you’re like that.”
That makes something crack in his chest— the certainty he’d been clinging to all week, the narrative that he’d convinced himself was real, that they just didn’t want him. It had been easier to pout than to face the possibility that they had actually been right.
Changbin’s hand reaches out, palm up on his knee. “You’re allowed to be embarrassed and frustrated. But don’t twist it into us rejecting you, because that will never be the case. We’ll always want you, but we’ll always make sure you want us back. That’s what matters the most.”
Seungmin stares at his hand, lips pressed tight. His chest hurts, but not in the same way as it had before. He lets out a breath and places his hand in Changbin’s. “I hate when you’re right,” he whispers.
Changbin huffs a laugh. “Next time don’t sulk for a week and just talk to us.”
Seungmin tries to scowl, but his smile betrays him. “I still feel… undesired.”
“You’re not,” Chan says simply. “You are just the most important thing to us. That is why we said no.”
Changbin leans in closer, thumb brushing the side of his jaw. “It’s been one hell of a long week without your body, baby. Let us show you now how much we love you.”
The words hit low and hot, sparking something sharp through his mixed-up emotions. His lips part, but before he can answer, Chan shifts forward too, crowding the space in front of him.
“Tell us what you want,” Chan says softly. His voice has lost its lecturing edge, the one he knows Minho rolls his eyes at.
Seungmin’s stomach flips. He wants to look away, but Changbin’s grip on his jaw is strong and firm, tilting him back toward them, and his cock twitches at the thought of being unable to move.
That’s what he wants.
“I…” His voice cracks, and he swallows hard. “I want you.”
“Want us how?” Chan presses, leaning in closer.
Seungmin hates how weak he sounds, hates the tremble in his throat. “I want you to… to hold me down so I can’t move. To fuck me and fill me.”
Changbin’s breath catches, a smile spreading across his face. “There we go.” His thumb strokes over his lip, teasing the edge until his mouth drops open. He shoves in the tip, and Seungmin seals his lips around it. “That’s all you had to say, baby.”
Chan’s hand moves, sliding down his thigh, squeezing once. “Thank you for letting us, sweetheart. Now we can give you exactly what you need.”
Seungmin shudders, his heart hammering as he whines around the tip of Changbin’s thumb.
“Anything else we should know before I pick you up and carry you to our room?” Changbin asks.
“I want…” He falters, his lips trembling against Changbin’s thumb. His eyes flick between them, Chan steady and patient, Changbin dark-eyed and ravenous. “I want both of you.”
“You have us,” Chan murmurs. “Always.”
“No,” Seungmin shakes his head. “Not like that. I want—” His throat closes around it, but he forces it out anyway, his shame and desire tangling. “I want you both inside me. At the same time.”
The silence makes his stomach lurch. Then he sees Changbin’s jaw flex. “Fuck, Min.” His voice is rough. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?”
“Yes,” he rushes out. He sits up straighter, as if to dare them to doubt him. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, about being so full that I can’t even think. That is what I want.”
Seungmin’s fingers curl at his side as his chest heaves; his next words are shaky but certain.
“I want both of your cocks inside me and I want you to fuck me until I can’t move.”
Changbin swears under his breath, his hand tightening on his jaw. Chan closes the distance, brushing his lips over his temple.
“Good boy,” Chan whispers. “That’s all we needed to hear.”
Seungmin barely has time to breathe after his confession before Changbin moves. One second, he is sitting there; the next, he is scooped up, clean off the sofa, cradled against a broad chest, as if he weighs nothing at all.
“B-Binnie—!” He startles as his arms fly up to clutch at his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Shh.” Changbin’s voice rumbles low and certain against his ear. “You like being handled like this, don’t you? Just give in.”
The ground sways beneath them as Changbin carries him down the hall and up the stairs with ease, like Seungmin is no more than a feather in his palm. His legs dangle helplessly, and his heart hammers, his instincts telling him he should struggle— but instead, he melts into him, burying his face in the curve of his neck to hide the flush spreading across his skin.
When they reach their bedroom, he hears Chan’s voice behind them. “I’ll get everything ready.”
Then they’re in the bathroom. The light flicks on, and in the next heartbeat, he’s being lowered onto the cool tile bench that’s built into their shower. Changbin’s hands are everywhere, peeling away his clothes like layers from a gift.
“Look at you,” Changbin mutters, his gaze hot as he pulls Seungmin’s shirt up and over his head. “Still pouting even when you’re giving me everything I want.”
“I’m not—” Seungmin starts, but his protest is cut off in a hiss as Changbin’s fingers ghost over his waist, trailing down to his hips before undoing his jeans. In a matter of seconds, he is bare, shivering, water misting over his body as Changbin turns the shower on low and warm.
The first slick touch across his skin makes him gasp. Changbin has taken his favourite soap in hand, one that smells of eucalyptus, and begins rubbing it into a thick foam, before dragging it across his chest, down his arms, and over his thighs. His strong hands press him back against the tiles, holding him steady.
He rubs slow circles of suds into his hipbones, his touch careful and tender. “You’re going to let me take care of you, right?”
Seungmin whimpers, caught between feeling humiliated and aroused at the commanding edge in his voice. “I can wash myself.”
“I know you can,” Changbin smirks, squeezing his thigh hard. “But I’m not letting you. You want us to move you around like you’re nothing more than our precious toy, right? Then let me do this.”
There was no arguing with that statement. His chest heaves as he lets himself sink back, his muscles taut with anticipation. Changbin works him over with patient strength, lathering and rinsing. By the time he crouches low and spreads Seungmin’s thighs open, he’s trembling.
“Bin—” His voice cracks as a slick finger teases at his rim, rubbing gentle circles but not pressing in.
“Easy,” Changbin murmurs, kissing the inside of his thigh. “We’re doing this properly. I’ll make sure you’re ready for both of us.”
The first push of a finger inside is achingly slow, water and soap mingling into an easy glide. Seungmin loves the raw feeling, gasping and thighs shaking as Changbin works him open.
“You’ll take it,” Changbin promises, low and gravelly against his skin. “You’ll take us both, and you’ll thank us for it.”
Seungmin moans helplessly, head tipping back as another finger joins the first, stretching him wider. The shower spray hisses around them, every sound magnified— the wet slide of Changbin’s thick fingers, his own desperate noises, the low growl of Changbin’s voice.
By the time a third finger presses in, he’s a wreck.
“Bin…” he gasps. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Changbin cuts in firmly, pressing hot kisses up the inside of his thigh.
Seungmin whines, torn apart by the slow stretch. He can’t. His whole body buzzes with the knowledge that Chan is in the other room, waiting for them.
Changbin finally pulls his fingers free, leaving him open and quivering. He kisses his knee before standing and shutting off the water.
“Perfect,” Changbin says, his voice thick with pride. He wraps Seungmin in a towel and lifts him again. “Now, let’s take you to Channie.”
Seungmin hides his burning face in Changbin’s chest, his heart pounding.
When they enter, the bedroom is bathed in a dim, amber glow. Chan has already stripped the duvet back, spreading a thick towel neatly over the sheets. At the edge of the mattress lies a bottle of lube and two dildos side by side, one slim and one he’s never seen before, thick enough to make Seungmin’s breath catch.
Chan stands beside the bed, arms crossed, steady and calm. His gaze rakes slowly over Seungmin, where he hangs in Changbin’s arms.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Chan says evenly. “You’re going to let Bin hold you tight. He’ll keep you nice and still. And while he does, I’m going to prep your pretty hole properly. You’ll need it to take us both, okay?”
Seungmin’s stomach flips, his whole body trembling at his words. He bites his lip, trying not to show how much it’s affecting him.
Changbin carries him and sets him down on his feet, then shrugs off his own clothes. Seungmin can’t take his eyes off him, watching as he peels his shirt over his head, muscles flexing under the warm light. Then his pants come next, then his briefs, until he ‘s naked— solid and broad, his cock already half hard and heavy against his thigh.
“Towel off,” Chan says softly. He gestures to the bed. “Binnie, sit back against the headboard.”
Changbin climbs onto the mattress, his broad back pressing into the headboard, his legs spread wide to allow space for Seungmin between them. He pats his thighs once with a smirk. “Come here, Puppy.”
Seungmin obeys, climbing onto the bed and settling between Changbin’s spread legs, his back pressing against his chest. Immediately, his strong arms wrap around him, pulling him flush against the solid wall of muscle. He squirms on instinct, but Changbin only chuckles low in his ear and locks an arm around his chest, pinning him there.
“No moving unless I let you,” Changbin murmurs, his hot breath brushing his skin.
Chan steps closer to the bed, a bottle of lube already in his hand. His expression is calm and focused. “I’m going to stretch you slowly. First, my fingers. Then these nice dildos here. You’ll stay open and pliant for us, Puppy. Do you understand?”
Seungmin shivers, pressing back helplessly against his chest. “Y-Yes.”
“Good,” Chan says, a small smile tugging at his lips. He leans down, kissing Seungmin’s lips, before slicking his fingers with lube.
The first press is slow and careful. Seungmin jolts, gasping as Chan slides it inside. Changbin’s arm tightens across his chest, keeping him still.
“Relax,” Changbin murmurs, his lips dragging across Seungmin’s neck. “Don’t fight. Just let him in.”
Chan works methodically, a second finger sliding in, twisting, stretching. Each push makes Seungmin whimper, his nails digging into Changbin’s forearm. He wants to move, wants to rock down on Chan’s fingers, but Changbin’s grip keeps him locked in place, every squirm met with a strength he can’t overcome, and that strength makes his cock throb with need.
“That’s it,” Changbin praises. “Opening up so nicely for us, Puppy.”
When Chan finally pulls his fingers free, Seungmin barely has time to catch his breath before Chan strips off his clothes. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, the fabric slides up, revealing lean muscle, the ripple of abs, the subtle cut of his waist. His shirt hits the floor, and then his hands are on his belt. He undoes it slowly, his eyes never leaving Seungmin’s.
His throat goes dry.
His eyes trail down as Chan steps out of his jeans, dark briefs clinging low to his hips, his cock straining against the material.
He hears Changbin’s breath catching harshly in his ear. “Fuck,” Changbin murmurs low. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you? Can’t help but stare at Channie’s cock.”
Chan smirks faintly, dragging his briefs down, letting them fall to the floor. He stands bare before them now, his cock flushed and thick. “You wanted to see me too, right, Puppy?”
Seungmin whimpers, nodding. His body aches with want, every part of him struggling to stay still in Changbin’s hold.
“Good,” Chan says softly, picking up the lube again. “Now watch everything I do to you.”
Chan climbs onto the bed, kneeling between their legs, then crooks a finger. “Binnie, bring him further down.”
Seungmin gasps as he’s shifted, Changbin hauling him effortlessly until he is laid with his legs spread wide, his back pressing harshly against Changbin’s hard cock. Then Changbin spreads his own legs wider, locking him in place, his thighs bracketing him.
“Perfect,” Chan murmurs. “Thanks, Binnie.” He slicks the first toy with lube, then presses a hand to Seungmin’s trembling thigh. “Stay still, Puppy. Let Binnie hold you close, and I’ll open you up now until you’re begging to be filled.”
Seungmin moans, high and desperate, as the blunt head of the smallest dildo presses against him. Slick, cool silicone pushes inside, filling him with a steady pressure that makes his breath catch. Chan works it in slow strokes, watching the way Seungmin’s face crumples, the way his cock twitches against his stomach.
“You’re so hungry for it,” Chan says. “Look at you. Wide open and dripping for us, and only from this small thing.”
Changbin’s chest vibrates with a groan behind him, his breath hot against his ear. “Fuck, Channie. Look at him, he’s fucking beautiful like this.”
Seungmin’s face burns, torn between humiliation and arousal, his body squirming helplessly under the weight of Changbin’s strength and Chan’s presence.
“Breathe,” Chan coaxes, steady. He slides the toy deeper, inch by inch, until it’s fully seated inside him. Seungmin pants, the intrusion filling him.
Then Chan begins to move it. He wraps a hand around the base, fucking the toy in slow strokes, dragging it almost all the way out before sinking it back inside. The slick sounds fill the room as Seungmin tries to writhe, but Changbin’s arms and legs are wrapped around him, holding him still.
The toy twists inside him, catching perfectly at the tender spot, and his head falls back with a sharp moan against Changbin’s chest. When Chan finally pulls the smaller dildo free, Seungmin sags against Changbin. His relief is short-lived because Chan has already got the bigger toy in hand. He coats it in lube, spreading so much over it that it drips thickly onto the towel.
Seungmin’s eyes widen. The toy is even thicker than Changbin’s cock, and even that is a harsh stretch on its own. “Chan, it’s— it’s too big—”
“You asked for this,” Chan’s voice is calm and even as he presses the blunt head against his slick, stretched rim. “You said you wanted both of us inside of you. This is how you learn to take it.”
The pressure is immense, stretching him wider than anything ever has. He cries out, his hips trying to jerk, but Changbin is like iron around him. As each second passes, Chan pushes the toy in deeper, forcing his body open.
“Oh, fuck—” Seungmin sobs, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His walls burn with the stretch, every nerve screaming at him, layered with an undeniable wave of pleasure. His cock leaks a pool of precum onto his stomach, smeared by the twitching of his cock.
“Almost there, Puppy,” Chan mutters, focused, pushing steadily until the widest part slips in and is seated fully inside of him. His whole body shakes.
“Good boy,” Changbin groans behind him. “You took it so well. Look at your pretty body all split open for us, and your cock is still so fucking hard.”
Chan doesn’t give him a break; he begins to fuck the thick toy into him, shallow at first, then deeper. The sensation is overwhelming— every push fills him until he can barely breathe, every pull dragging fire across his stretched rim, but the pain feels immaculate. He sobs into the air, his body thrashing against Changbin’s hold.
“That’s it,” Chan praises. “Take it.”
Seungmin’s vision blurs, the stretch and fullness consuming him, and all he can do is feel.
He expects that eventually Chan will let him rest and catch his breath, but he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts lower on the bed, eyes locked on his throbbing cock.
“Channie—” He pleads, voice broken.
“Shh.” Chan’s palm presses firmly against his thigh, holding him open. “You’re so beautiful, Min. Don’t you dare look away.”
Seungmin whimpers, caught in his boyfriend’s devoted eyes, and then gasps as Chan’s lips close around him— but it’s not on his cock, like he expected, but his balls, his mouth warm and wet.
“Oh, fuck!”
The toy shifts inside him with the movement of his body, and the sensation is unbearable. Chan sucks softly, his tongue laving across the sensitive skin, pulling one globe into the heat of his mouth before releasing it with a wet pop. The obscene sound of it all makes his toes curl.
“Fuck,” Changbin groans behind him. “He’s shaking apart, Channie.”
Seungmin sobs, and he’s not sure if he’s pleading or moaning. The toy still stretches him mercilessly, each move magnified as Chan’s mouth and tongue work his balls.
“Too much—” he gasps. He’s caught, spread open and forced to take every sensation.
Chan pulls back just enough to smirk up at him, lips glistening. “I know this is what you wanted to feel, Puppy. Like you have no control. Remember, if it really is too much, you know what to say.”
Seungmin nods before Chan’s mouth descends again, sucking harder, wet and lewd. His cock twitches almost violently, aching and begging to be touched, but it goes ignored. Chan keeps his focus lower; he alternates between sucking one ball deep into his mouth, then rolling the other gently with his tongue, while his free hand twists the toy.
He thrashes again, his cock painfully hard, and he needs it to be touched. “I can’t—please, please, please. I can’t—” His words break into a sob as Chan tongues the sensitive skin between his balls.
“Come on, Puppy,” Changbin whispers. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
Seungmin shakes his head wildly, but his body betrays him, hips jerking as his cock twitches helplessly in the air. It all becomes too much.
He nearly screams when it hits.
His orgasm tears through him suddenly, and he watches with wide eyes as cum coats his chest in hot, messy spurts. His cock jerks with the force of his, his whole body convulsing against the tight binding of Changbin, who holds him still as Chan sucks him through it.
“Fuck, look at him, Channie,” Changbin groans, grinding his cock against his back, as if he’s close to his limit. “Coming untouched like that.”
Seungmin sobs, his body jerking with aftershocks as Chan finally withdraws his mouth. His lips are wet, and saliva drips messily down his chin. He gives the thick toy one last thrust before easing it out, leaving Seungmin gaping and stretched, trembling from head to toe.
“Beautiful,” Chan murmurs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Seungmin collapses against Changbin, who loosens his grasp on him. He’s never felt so destroyed. So owned. His eyes flutter shut, only opening again when Chan’s hand brushes against his cheek.
And yet, his body still aches for more.
“Lay him down on the other pillows, Binnie,” Chan says softly. “Let him rest for a bit.”
Before he can protest, Changbin is scooping him up with the same effortless strength as before, laying him against the pillows next to them. Seungmin, to his disdain, melts into them, boneless with heavy limbs. He can only watch now as his boyfriends turn to each other.
Changbin leans back against the headboard, his cock thick and wet at the tip. Chan climbs between his spread legs, his body sleek and strong. His lips part in a whimper as Chan pushes Changbin back by the shoulders, kissing him hard. It’s messy and sloppy, all tongues and teeth— just pure hunger. Changbin groans into it, his hands clutching Chan’s hips, dragging him closer until their cocks slip against each other. They both gasp, breaking the kiss to look down at their rubbing cocks, rutting harder, smearing precum between them.
“Ah, fuck,” Changbin groans, his head tipping back against the headboard. “Channie, go harder—”
Chan grits his teeth, his hips fucking against him rough, slamming their cocks together. “Watch us, Puppy,” he rasps. “Can you see how worked up you got us?”
Their mouths collide again, groans passing between their lips. The room is filled with only the sounds of them rutting against each other. Seungmin pants softly, his eyes glazed but locked onto them. He feels small where he is while his boyfriends writhe against each other, just out of reach for his boneless body.
The sight of it all almost makes his own cock twitch back to life, but then Chan breaks the kiss with a rugged groan, pressing their foreheads together.
“Need to stop,” he groans. His hand is tight on Changbin’s shoulder. “We can’t come yet.”
Changbin grits his teeth, jerking against him once more before stopping, but Seungmin can see the way his cock twitches and throbs, like he’s desperate to come. “Fuck, you’re right.”
Then Chan leans in close, his lips brushing Changbin’s ear, murmuring something too low for Seungmin to hear. Whatever he said makes Changbin’s eyes snap open before darkening with hunger.
They both turn and look at him.
His heart stutters under the weight of their gazes. He tries to sit up by himself, but before he does, Changbin has moved off the bed and stands next to him.
“Come up here, Puppy,” he growls.
Large hands catch his waist, hauling him up effortlessly. He lets out a startled gasp as he’s lifted clean off the bed, his legs instinctively wrapping around Changbin’s broad frame. His arms loop around his shoulders, clinging tight.
The next moment, Changbin turns, leaning against the wall with a thud, planting his feet wide as his hands grip Seungmin’s ass. He adjusts himself effortlessly, lifting and lowering him until the head of his cock pushes against his stretched rim.
“Ah, Binnie—!” Seungmin gasps, clinging tight as Changbin thrusts up in one hard push.
Seungmin screams, his nails dragging into wide shoulders, his body split open all over again as his boyfriend sinks deep inside him. The position leaves him completely exposed, Changbin’s thick cock spearing up into him. Each movement jolts through him, bouhnces him helplessly in his grasp.
“God, Puppy,” Changbin groans against his neck, his arms now locked under his thighs. “So fucking good— still so fucking tight and hot around me.”
Seungmin sobs, his head falling back as his mouth drops open in a broken cry. The strength holding him there sets every nerve alight.
Then warm hands slide across his back.
Chan steps in close, his chest pressing to Seungmin’s spine. His hands roam down to cup his ass, a finger teasing his rim where he and Changbin are connected.
“So gorgeous,” Chan rasps, his voice rough in his ear. “Completely stuffed and still so greedy.”
Seungmin’s throat works around a whimper. He thinks that now is the moment he’ll get to feel them both inside of him, but instead, his slick fingers press even harder.
“Channie—!” His voice cracks.
“Shh.” Chan’s fingers are ruthless, circling his tingling rim, smearing lube around the thick cock already seated there. “I just want to see how much more you can take.”
And then pressure builds as one slick finger presses in alongside Changbin’s cock. Seungmin keens, his head tipping back against Chan’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Changbin groans, his cock twitching inside. “It’s so fucking tight Channie.”
Seungmin sobs, the sensation so overwhelming he feels he might pass out. The heat of Changbin’s cock and the sharp intrusion of Chan’s finger forcing itself in beside it, stretching his rim to its limits, is everything he ever wanted. It’s fire and bliss tangled into one.
“Good boy,” Chan murmurs, pressing deeper. “Taking my finger with Binnie’s cock. Can you feel it? That’s us, filling you together.”
Seungmin’s voice breaks. “W-Want more—”
“You’ll get more,” Changbin growls, grinding up into him, pressing Chan’s finger harder against his stretched walls. “You’re so perfect for us, Puppy. Ours.”
Chan slides another finger in alongside the first, pulling him wider still. Seungmin wails, his cock limp but leaking steadily onto Changbin’s stomach, who groans loudly as Chan’s fingers stroke against him inside.
“Fuck, Channie,” Changbin gasps. “Can feel your fingers moving against me.”
“Imagine when it’s my cock instead,” Chan whispers darkly, leaning over his shoulder to press a kiss to Changbin’s lips. He twists his fingers, scissoring them beside Changbin’s cock, and Seungmin can’t help but scream out again, his body jerking. “Imagine how full you’re going to be, Puppy. Split wide, stuffed with both of us.”
Seungmin sobs, tears spilling hot and salty down his cheeks. He’s wrecked and trembling, but there’s nothing more that his body wants.
Chan finally eases out his fingers, pulling back just enough to reapply lube to them and then presses the head of his cock against his rim, already swollen and open.
“Are you ready?” He asks, voice certain as his hips twitch, like he’s barely holding back.
Changbin groans, gripping his thighs tighter. “Take him, baby. Take us both.”
Seungmin sobs, his face pressed into Changbin’s shoulder. “Yes—please, please— yes.”
The first nudge of Chan’s cock is almost unbearable. His rim screams with the pressure, almost already stretched to its limits, and now pushed wider still as the rounded head insists its way in beside Changbin.
“Breathe,” Chan whispers. He presses forward slowly, the fat crown forcing past the tight ring with agonising pressure.
Seungmin wails, his nails digging deep into Changbin’s shoulders. He can feel them both, every inch of Changbin thick and hot inside him, and now Chan pressing in too, spreading him open so wide he thinks he might split.
“Fuck—” Changbin’s voice is ragged beside his ear. “Ah, I can feel you, Channie.”
Chan groans, sweat dripping from his temple onto Seungmin’s shoulder as he pushes deeper. Inch by inch, the stretch grows. Seungmin’s rim burns, his thighs shake, and he can’t stop the tears, but somehow his soft cock still leaks helplessly between them.
“That’s it,” Chan grits, his hands gripping Seungmin’s hips. “Take it. Take what you want, Puppy.”
Seungmin whimpers as Chan’s cock finally slides past the tightest stretch, the rest of him sinking in with relentless force until he bottoms out, buried flush beside Changbin’s cock. The sensation is indescribable— two cocks grinding together inside him.
“Holy fuck,” Changbin groans, his arms still steady under Seugmin’s weight. “He’s gripping us both, Channie. I’m not gonna last—”
Chan’s answer is a growl. He presses himself firmly against Seungmin’s back, bracketing them both. Both palms slap flat against the wall on either side of Changbin’s head, caging them in, his forearms flexing with raw strength as he pins them there. Seungmin is in heaven, pinned between his gorgeous boyfriends.
And then Chan moves, and he transcends.
He sets the rhythm, pulling his hips back enough before driving forward, forcing Changbin’s cock to grind inside him. The double friction makes Seungmin wail. Every thrust rubs them together inside his body, stretching him wider than he’s ever been before.
“Fuck—fuck—,” Seungmin babbles. “I can’t hold on—I—”
“Yes, you can,” Chan snaps, fucking him harder, his palms flat against the wall with each drive. “You’re ours, Puppy. You’ll take every inch we give you.”
Changbin groans helplessly, his forehead pressed against Seungmin’s neck, his biceps straining with the weight and pressure. “Christ, he feels unreal. Don’t stop, baby.”
Seungmin sobs, sweat dripping down his temples. Every thrust makes the pictures on the wall rattle, makes his rim scream, makes his voice crack.
Pinned, stuffed, destroyed, Seungmin has no control at all. He just has Changbin’s arms locked under his thighs and Chan’s weight slamming him deeper onto both of their cocks. And it’s just what he wanted.
Chan’s voice growls against his ear, every word punctuated by his brutal thrusts. “This—” slam “—is what happens—” slam “—when you ask for what you want.”
Seungmin moans loudly as Chan’s words splinter through him. His cock lies useless against Changbin’s stomach, soft, overstimulated, but his body betrays him. Pleasure rips through him like lightning as he comes untouched again.
Cum spills weakly from his soft cock, smearing between their stomachs. His body shakes in Changbin’s hold, his rim pulsing tight around both cocks buried inside him.
“Fuck, oh fuck!” Changbin snarls as he starts thrusting again. “He’s squeezing too tight, Channie. I can’t—”
“Together,” Chan grits out, pounding harder. His mouth crashes against Changbin’s in a messy kiss, groans swallowed between them as they rut into Seungmin’s hole like savage beasts.
And then it happens.
Changbin shudders, spilling deep inside him with a groan, and at the same moment, Chan grinds in hard, his cock twitching, spilling hot and thick alongside Changbin’s. Seungmin whines at the sensation of two loads filling him at once, hot and overwhelming, leaking out almost immediately.
He’s shaking and wrecked, clinging to Changbin when they both finally still, their breaths coming in ragged against his skin. For a moment, he thinks they’ll stay locked together for a while, but then Changbin shifts, adjusting his grip on his legs.
“Bed,” Chan pants. “Lay him down. We’re not done with him yet.”
Seungmin whimpers as Chan pulls out before he’s carried and lowered onto the towel. His thighs are spread wide without resistance, cum dripping steadily from his used hole. He’s too exhausted to move, too ruined to protest.
And then suddenly, his boyfriends are both between his legs.
They lower their mouths together, side by side, tongues meeting at his swollen rim. Seungmin gasps as they lick at the mess leaking out of him. Hot mouths and soft lips lapping at his stretched hole until he weakly attempts to clench around nothing.
“Oh my god—” he gasps. “You can’t—”
They ignore him, choosing to devour him instead. Changbin sucks at his rim, pulling a wet mouthful of cum before letting it drip back down. Then Chan moves in, licking in slow circles before dipping his tongue inside, groaning at the taste, only to be pushed aside so Changbin can press in next.
Their mouths collide above him, kissing as they swap their cum between them. Then a finger dips inside, gathering up what’s left, and then Changbin pushes it between Chan’s lips. Chan moans around it, sucking it clean before pushing in his own finger, collecting more to feed Changbin.
Seungmin watches in disbelief through his bleary eyes. Every time their tongues tangle between his body, cum-slick and wet, he trembles. Every time their fingers return to stretch him again, to push the mess deeper, he moans.
Chan pulls back and smirks up at him, his lips and chin glistening. “Like what you see, Puppy?” he asks. He leans down again, tonguing into him deeply before pulling out and groaning into Changbin’s mouth as they kiss over his ruined hole.
Seungmin sobs, his thighs spread wide as his boyfriends eat the mess they made of him.
He really must be in heaven.
…
Later, once his body has been showered down and cleaned, he’s guided into their huge, custom-built tub that always seems unnecessary until all three of them fill it. Chan settles in first, pulling Seungmin gently into his lap.
Seungmin sighs, leaning against his chest. His hair is damp from the shower, and his body heavy but safe in the warm water. Changbin climbs in next, stretching his thick thighs out under the water until they brush against both of them.
Changbin takes one of Seungmin’s feet into his hands, massaging it slowly, pressing into the arch.
Seungmin groans, head tipping against Chan’s shoulder. “Wow, you’re spoiling me.”
“You deserve it,” Chan murmurs into his hair.
Seungmin laughs, his voice still hoarse. “Fuck, I can’t feel my legs. Don’t think I’ll be walking for a week, you might have to carry me everywhere.”
Changbin smirks, squeezing his calf before switching to his other foot. “That can be arranged. You’re easy to carry.”
“That’s what you think now,” Seungmin fires back, his voice cracking on a yawn. “Wait until I demand piggyback rides up that really steep hill to the library.”
Chan chuckles quietly, the sound rumbling against his back. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Seungmin’s lips twitch into a smile. “You both fuck me stupid, make me leak like a broken faucet, and now you think I won’t use it to my advantage?”
Changbin laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss to his knee. “You really are impossible.”
“And you love me for it,” Seungmin says smugly, eyes slipping shut as the warm water cradles him.
“We do, sweetheart. So much,” Chan says, squeezing him tight.
Silence settles between them, their three heartbeats syncing in the soft water. Seungmin sighs, drowsy and content. “You really are going to have to carry me to bed, though.”
“Anything for you, princess,” Changbin says mischievously, pressing his thumbs harder into his arch, making him twitch.
Seungmin groans, swatting weakly at the water with a half-hearted glare. “Call me that again and I’ll—” His words trail off into a laugh instead. He doesn’t have the strength even to finish the threat, let alone carry it out.
They both chuckle, and Seungmin lets his eyes fall shut, sinking deeper into the warmth and their hands.
He’s spent, spoiled, and completely loved.