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Timestamp: Post B2P, pre Emotion comeback
“Harry!” Yeonho greeted Harry June at the door, “Don't put your slippers on.”
“Hyung?” Harry cocked his head.
Yeonho grinned as he let the maknae inside, his own feet bare.
Dongheon came around the corner as Harry was toeing his shoes off, still wearing his socks. He looked at Yeonho, who grinned at him.
“Brat.” Dongheon said mildly.
“No hyungs today?” Harry asked.
“Just the three of us. Is that okay?” Dongheon came over and wrapped Harry in a hug and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, fine,” he nodded.
Yeonho handed Harry his phone, open to a restaurant’s ordering page.
“We’re getting food. Order whatever you want.”
“I’m not preparing for a comeback, so you might regret that.” Harry scrolled down to find his favorite.
Yeonho laughed and pulled him deeper, trailed by Dongheon, who took the phone after him. Together they sat at the kitchen table while waiting for their food. Yeonho propped his chin on his hand while under the table his foot slid up Dongheon’s leg, working between his thighs. Dongheon made a quiet noise and tried to keep a straight face as Yeonho worked his toes deeper to Dongheon’s groin, pressing his toes to his soft dick and balls.
After dinner, on the couch Yeonho put one of his feet in Dongheon’s lap, watching as Dongheon tried his best to focus on the TV. Shifting slightly, he pressed against Dongheon’s dick. He was already half-hard, and he stifled a noise. Dongheon gently picked up the offending foot, pulling it upward, throwing Yeonho off-balance, almost tipping him on the floor, and nipped the inside of his ankle. The noise caught Harry’s attention from his cushion on the floor, and he looked up to see Yeonho in a precarious position, shorts riding up thick thighs, looking mischievous.
“Want to play, RiJune?” Yeonho asked, wiggling to push himself up. “Heonie-hyung likes feet. I bet he jerked off to yours after practice for the show. I think I heard him moaning your name the other night.”
“Who said it was your place to ask?” Dongheon asked sharply. A tone reminiscent of Hakyeon. He squeezed the ankle he still held.
“But if you'd like to play, you're welcome.” A softness to his voice. Inviting.
Harry remembered the way he was kissed that night in the Boys II Planet dorm and again before he and Heechan departed. Like honey on his lips.
“Yes.”
“Good boy. Colors?” Dongheon asked.
“Green. Yellow if I'm unsure. Red to stop.” Harry knew them but he was never in a position to use them. With his members, they didn't have scenes with him.
Yeonho made a noise.
“Good baby.” Dongheon praised. “Maybe you can be better than Yeonho.” He set Yeonho’s foot down and adjusted himself.
Yeonho righted himself, sitting cross-legged instead. There's movement and Harry is getting onto the couch too, pulling off his socks to drop on the floor, and resting his feet on Dongheon’s leg. Dongheon idly stroked his foot, returning his focus to whatever they'd ended up putting on. Some Marvel movie or another. A few minutes later and he's hesitantly mimicking Yeonho, first resting his foot in Dongheon’s lap, then pressing in. The hitch in his breath is hidden by an explosion, but Harry watches his chest rise. A tickle and Harry yelps, pulling his foot back. Yeonho fills the gap, untwisting, wriggling his toes, flicking Dongheon’s dick.
Dongheon grabed Yeonho’s foot again, pulled him up again, but Yeonho was prepared. He lunged, caught Dongheon, and began to pull. He outweighed his hyung, and he easily pulled him down. There's a shifting of limbs and Dongheon is held back against Yeonho. Harry stretched out again, pressing his toes to Dongheon’s dick.
“Harder when there's two of you.” He breathed, rocking up against Harry.
“Yeah you are.” Yeonho nipped Dongheon’s neck.
Harry leaned forward to undo and pull open Dongheon’s pants. The instinct to lean in and mouth at his cock is strong. That's what his boys like. He leaned back, returning his foot to Dongheon’s dick, pressing down. The sound from Dongheon was delicious. Yeonho released his hold, and Dongheon held Harry’s foot in place, frotting against it. Harry wasn't against it, he'd been getting hard himself, tenting his loose sweatpants. He had to adjust himself, thumbing across the head of his own cock indulgently.
There's a damp spot on his toes as Dongheon pushed him away, turning to slide between Yeonho’s thighs. The way they slot together, the way Dongheon braced above him, was perfect. Harry wondered if he and whichever hyung he was making out with at the moment looked like that. He always felt awkward and weird. Too many limbs, not enough easy grace. Dongheon ground down, Yeonho pressed his foot to his ass, and Harry’s cock twitched. Harry pressed a foot to his other cheek, getting a deep sound from Dongheon. There's the wet sound of kisses and Harry pulled back as the two moved together. Any and all words are lost between them and the forgotten movie is a backing track.
Between one breath and another it's Harry’s turn to be trapped, kissed. For Dongheon to drag his lips and teeth across his neck, to bite into the flesh where his neck met shoulder. For Harry to wrap himself around Dongheon, to make a sweet and broken sound at the sting of pain. Dongheon rocks down and Harry is too lost to form a coherent thought for the spark of pleasure and want and need.
“Green.” He's not even prompted but his brain knows what's next.
Dongheon was gone, there's a sound of clothes and warm hands on his foot. It's not a yanking motion like with Yeonho, it's delicate, like Harry is made of glass and the way his heart feels scraped out, he wonders if he will shatter. Instead of watching, wide-eyed, he closed his eyes, relaxed back, and a moan leaked from him at the first touch of Dongheon’s bare cock against the sole of his foot. Dongheon sank back, dragging Harry with him, rocking against his foot. Harry pressed down, precome smeared on his skin, Dongheon’s noises muffled either by kisses or Yeonho’s fingers in his mouth. Harry couldn't tell which. Strong hands wrapped around his foot. The skin of Dongheon’s cock was soft, Harry’s feet were rough; a study in contrasts. Precome leaked and leaked as Dongheon got desperate, chased his high, whining when Harry pressed down again.
The sudden warmth is startling, come cooling instantly as Dongheon made a strangled sound, cock twitching.
“Hyung,” Harry’s rasped with arousal.
“Yeah, baby.” Dongheon panted, coming down off his high, dragging himself through his orgasm.
“That was hot.”
“You were so good for hyung, let me clean you up.”
Harry opened his eyes as Dongheon moved, bending to kiss him, almost chaste after the lewd act. He was gone, tucking himself away, grabbing the wet tissue and coming back to wipe down Harry’s foot. Harry hisses at the chill, watching him with wide eyes. Dongheon lifted his foot, and delicately kissed the arch; fingers traced distinct tendons and bones to his ankle, ran up his calf and kneeled between his knees.
“Our pretty maknae, what will we do with you?” He asked playfully.
Harry palmed himself, breath shaky.
“Words,” Yeonho said, sounding like Dongil.
“Wanna get off,” Harry said.
Dongheon tapped his knee, an unspoken “good?”
“Green,” the color was a whisper.
“So worked up by hyungie. Want to show him how you affected him?” Yeonho asked.
Harry shoved his sweats down, pulling his cock out, squeezing the base with a groan, watching their reaction, watching Dongheon’s attention shift.
“Beautiful.” Dongheon ran his hand up Harry’s thigh.
“Foot fetish and oral fixation.” Yeonho said wickedly, pushing Dongheon forward.
Harry’s thighs parted for him, hips twitching at the hot gust of breath on his dick.
“Always needs to have something in there.”
Harry reached out to cup the back of Dongheon’s head, dragging him forward and down onto his dick, breathing through his nose at the sudden warm and wet.
Dongheon took his cock easily, sliding down as far as he could go, staying still as Harry weakly fucked up into his mouth, babbling something that sounded like praise. He looked up through his lashes, watching Yeonho darken the mark he'd left earlier. Harry’s hips stuttered, distracted equally by pain and pleasure, seeking his own orgasm.
“Hyung I'm gonna…” Harry warned.
Dongheon pulled mostly off, resting the head of his cock on his tongue. Come filled his mouth, covered his tongue, ran from the corner of his mouth. Dongheon jerked him through his orgasm, pulling away to hook his hand behind Yeonho’s neck, dragging him over, tapping his cheek. Yeonho opened his mouth, and Dongheon let Harry’s come mixed with his own spit drip into Yeonho’s mouth before kissing him.
“What about Yeonho-hyung?” Harry sounded tired.
“He will wait until Gyehyeon gets home.” Dongheon said easily, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth. “For being a brat.”
Dongheon disappeared briefly to rinse his mouth out before coming back with water for them and sitting back down.
“You did so good, baby,” he praised Harry, and pulled him up and into his lap.
Harry went easily and accepted sweet kisses and Dongheon’s fingers in his hair. He rested his forehead against the older man's and tipped his head to smile at Yeonho when he sat back down as well.
“It was new, but it wasn't bad.” He said into the space between them.
His hands sought Dongheon’s, twisting their fingers together.
“Good. We won't surprise you with anything like that again, okay? Open communication about what will happen.”
Harry nodded, “okay.”
For as loud as he was with his boys, for as bold as he was, here he was quiet, feeling small and sleepy in Dongheon’s lap.
***
Gyehyeon, Kangmin, and Yongseung came back to Yeonho and Dongheon watching a movie with Harry sprawled in their laps, Heoni carding his fingers through the maknae’s hair. Gyehyeon kissed Dongheon over the back of the couch as Kangmin gasped “a baby!” and scurried to sit on the floor between them.
“No kisses for Yeonho. Not yet. He's been bad.” Dongheon said.
“Oh?” Gyehyeon tugged Yeonho’s head back to make eye contact.
“Didn't properly tell Harry what we had going on when he came over. Harry handled it like a champ though.”
“Hmm,” Gyehyeon hummed. “I think he needs to go kneel on the bed until I'm done with my shower and we'll see what his punishment will be.”
Yeonho moved when Gyehyeon released him, carefully extricating himself.
“Naked, please.”
Gyehyeon followed, stripping his shirt off. Dongheon watched him go. Yongseung stole kisses from him before hurrying after the others. Kangmin stayed, leaning against Dongheon, half watching Harry, and half watching the movie, dozing off at some point. Dongheon watched both of them, heart fit to burst, until sleep stole him too, one hand in Kangmin’s hair, the other holding Harry’s hand.