It takes two to tango, but I can’t really dance.
Title: It takes two to tango, but I can't really dance.
OT3: Hyukjae / Kyuhyun / Zhou Mi
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit oral sex
Length: 900+
Summary: They find Hyukjae and they find balance.
They find Hyukjae and they find balance. He’s the cushion between their angles even if he’s skinnier than Kyuhyun and less soft than Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi had a bumpy relationship before. It was hard to sustain and it was threatening to drown their friendship.
They find Hyukjae and it’s almost a coincidence, that he should walk in on them one day, see them kissing furiously after a bitter argument. Zhou Mi’s hair is mussed and Kyuhyun’s ears are red.
“Oh,” Hyukjae says softly. “I had no idea.”
He doesn’t get out of the room, instead choosing to close the door behind him carefully, with a light click. Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun are frozen on the spot; Kyuhyun lets go of Zhou Mi’s collar and his hands fall limply to his sides. Zhou Mi’s mouth stays open.
Hyukjae looks at them both, blushing faintly.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi says, almost inaudibly. “Do you-”
“-yes,” Kyuhyun cuts him, “yes, I want to.”
For once, they’re agreeing on something. They pull Hyukjae to them and Zhou Mi is laughing as he tangles their hands together, still laughing later when he kisses Kyuhyun, sated and content and at peace, and Kyuhyun smiles back, mutters: “I love you” and there is no lassitude anymore, just the spark of renewed affection.
Hyukjae stares at them and finds them beautiful, gorgeous Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun, and he’s in the middle and he can’t quite believe it.
He expects it to blow over soon, expect them to push him away once they find themselves back on track again. They don’t.
Instead, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun choose to build something on this solid ground they’ve found. Piece by piece.
Kyuhyun will lean against Hyukjae’s shoulder when they’re playing video games together and Hyukjae is so distracted that he loses pathetically but he doesn’t care because Kyuhyun is kissing him and whispering soft mockery against his neck, endearing teasing and mischievous abandon.
Zhou Mi will brush their fingers together when they’re out shopping and it’s just the two of them. They pick clothes for each other and Hyukjae brims with pride and relief when he sees Zhou Mi wear them the next day, and Zhou Mi preens, all bashful, quiet arrogance. He puts on an invisible fashion show for him, makes their room a catwalk - and Kyuhyun can only watch, amazed at something he’s not part of, without being envious.
Sometimes Hyukjae is afraid and it makes him jittery, brusque, and awkward. He’s taken to their room then and Zhou Mi hugs him, murmurs words of comfort and reassurance - they love him, the timeline doesn’t matter, can’t he see that he fixed them? That he made them real? They can’t be together without him and they don’t want to, it should be obvious.
Kyuhyun is more physical in his approach to things. Early on Hyukjae discovered Kyuhyun likes to suck cock. He really, honestly likes it, not like Zhou Mi and Hyukjae who take pleasure in giving pleasure. Kyuhyun isn’t that selfless. He just likes it.
And boy is he good at it.
He unzips Hyukjae’s pants with barely refrained haste and mouths at his navel, down down down, inhaling his scent and muttering filth:
“Fuck, I love this smell, fuck, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae trembles with tears and laughter and lust, reaches down a hand to tangle in Kyuhyun’s hair. He cries out when Kyuhyun suckles at the head of his cock; behind him, Zhou Mi is adjusting his position, letting his long legs frame Hyukjae’s hips, feet dangling off the bed and Hyukjae feels his hand moving slowly against his lower back. He lets his head fall against Zhou Mi’s shoulder, hears Zhou Mi whisper at him to watch, watch Kui Xian, Hyukkie, watch him, he likes it when we watch him.
Kyuhyun is bobbing his head up and down Hyukjae’s cock, letting out tiny moans, peering up at them through his lashes coyly.
“Don’t you like it, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asks him next.
Kyuhyun nods as best as he can. Hyukjae moans. He can feel his orgasm building in tendrils in the pit of his stomach, fueled by Zhou Mi’s words and Kyuhyun humming around his dick.
When he comes it’s with a soft cry and Zhou Mi’s hand stroking up and down his arm, relaxing his tense muscles. Kyuhyun gets up from his knees and joins them on the bed, kisses Zhou Mi lightly on the mouth before going to Hyukjae and slipping his tongue inside, sharing his taste. Hyukjae kisses back and laughs a little when they break apart, turns his head away to wipe a stray tear.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun coos, voice laced with tenderness. “Hyung, I like you just the way you are. Don’t ever change.”
Later when Zhou Mi wants Kyuhyun to take off his shirt and Kyuhyun refuses, arms wrapped around him and face tense with reluctance, Hyukjae intervenes to say that it’s okay, he doesn’t have to, not when it’s just the three of them.
He takes his own shirt off instead, a little hesitantly, but Zhou Mi is somehow pacified because Hyukkie’s abs are a sight to behold.
Hyukjae doesn’t say out loud that he’s a bit ashamed of his own body too; he can see in Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun’s eyes that they think he’s beautiful.
He doesn’t say that he understands Kyuhyun’s issues because he shares them to some extent.
He lets things go with the flow and finds that it’s not too bad once he does that.
OT3: Hyukjae / Kyuhyun / Zhou Mi
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit oral sex
Length: 900+
Summary: They find Hyukjae and they find balance.
They find Hyukjae and they find balance. He’s the cushion between their angles even if he’s skinnier than Kyuhyun and less soft than Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi had a bumpy relationship before. It was hard to sustain and it was threatening to drown their friendship.
They find Hyukjae and it’s almost a coincidence, that he should walk in on them one day, see them kissing furiously after a bitter argument. Zhou Mi’s hair is mussed and Kyuhyun’s ears are red.
“Oh,” Hyukjae says softly. “I had no idea.”
He doesn’t get out of the room, instead choosing to close the door behind him carefully, with a light click. Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun are frozen on the spot; Kyuhyun lets go of Zhou Mi’s collar and his hands fall limply to his sides. Zhou Mi’s mouth stays open.
Hyukjae looks at them both, blushing faintly.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi says, almost inaudibly. “Do you-”
“-yes,” Kyuhyun cuts him, “yes, I want to.”
For once, they’re agreeing on something. They pull Hyukjae to them and Zhou Mi is laughing as he tangles their hands together, still laughing later when he kisses Kyuhyun, sated and content and at peace, and Kyuhyun smiles back, mutters: “I love you” and there is no lassitude anymore, just the spark of renewed affection.
Hyukjae stares at them and finds them beautiful, gorgeous Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun, and he’s in the middle and he can’t quite believe it.
He expects it to blow over soon, expect them to push him away once they find themselves back on track again. They don’t.
Instead, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun choose to build something on this solid ground they’ve found. Piece by piece.
Kyuhyun will lean against Hyukjae’s shoulder when they’re playing video games together and Hyukjae is so distracted that he loses pathetically but he doesn’t care because Kyuhyun is kissing him and whispering soft mockery against his neck, endearing teasing and mischievous abandon.
Zhou Mi will brush their fingers together when they’re out shopping and it’s just the two of them. They pick clothes for each other and Hyukjae brims with pride and relief when he sees Zhou Mi wear them the next day, and Zhou Mi preens, all bashful, quiet arrogance. He puts on an invisible fashion show for him, makes their room a catwalk - and Kyuhyun can only watch, amazed at something he’s not part of, without being envious.
Sometimes Hyukjae is afraid and it makes him jittery, brusque, and awkward. He’s taken to their room then and Zhou Mi hugs him, murmurs words of comfort and reassurance - they love him, the timeline doesn’t matter, can’t he see that he fixed them? That he made them real? They can’t be together without him and they don’t want to, it should be obvious.
Kyuhyun is more physical in his approach to things. Early on Hyukjae discovered Kyuhyun likes to suck cock. He really, honestly likes it, not like Zhou Mi and Hyukjae who take pleasure in giving pleasure. Kyuhyun isn’t that selfless. He just likes it.
And boy is he good at it.
He unzips Hyukjae’s pants with barely refrained haste and mouths at his navel, down down down, inhaling his scent and muttering filth:
“Fuck, I love this smell, fuck, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae trembles with tears and laughter and lust, reaches down a hand to tangle in Kyuhyun’s hair. He cries out when Kyuhyun suckles at the head of his cock; behind him, Zhou Mi is adjusting his position, letting his long legs frame Hyukjae’s hips, feet dangling off the bed and Hyukjae feels his hand moving slowly against his lower back. He lets his head fall against Zhou Mi’s shoulder, hears Zhou Mi whisper at him to watch, watch Kui Xian, Hyukkie, watch him, he likes it when we watch him.
Kyuhyun is bobbing his head up and down Hyukjae’s cock, letting out tiny moans, peering up at them through his lashes coyly.
“Don’t you like it, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asks him next.
Kyuhyun nods as best as he can. Hyukjae moans. He can feel his orgasm building in tendrils in the pit of his stomach, fueled by Zhou Mi’s words and Kyuhyun humming around his dick.
When he comes it’s with a soft cry and Zhou Mi’s hand stroking up and down his arm, relaxing his tense muscles. Kyuhyun gets up from his knees and joins them on the bed, kisses Zhou Mi lightly on the mouth before going to Hyukjae and slipping his tongue inside, sharing his taste. Hyukjae kisses back and laughs a little when they break apart, turns his head away to wipe a stray tear.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun coos, voice laced with tenderness. “Hyung, I like you just the way you are. Don’t ever change.”
Later when Zhou Mi wants Kyuhyun to take off his shirt and Kyuhyun refuses, arms wrapped around him and face tense with reluctance, Hyukjae intervenes to say that it’s okay, he doesn’t have to, not when it’s just the three of them.
He takes his own shirt off instead, a little hesitantly, but Zhou Mi is somehow pacified because Hyukkie’s abs are a sight to behold.
Hyukjae doesn’t say out loud that he’s a bit ashamed of his own body too; he can see in Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun’s eyes that they think he’s beautiful.
He doesn’t say that he understands Kyuhyun’s issues because he shares them to some extent.
He lets things go with the flow and finds that it’s not too bad once he does that.