Small Packages [Oneshot]
Small Packages [Oneshot]
Pairing: Chen/D.O, Chen/D.O/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, mild orgasm denial, unprotected sex
Summary: All Jongdae wants is to have some time with his boyfriend without Jongin staring at Kyungsoo. When Jongin interrupts their sexy time Jongdae finds himself too horny to send the younger man away.
A/N: Almost 6k words of smut. I completely blame Miracles in December. And these beautiful boys for always being all over each other. Just look at them. Not particularly beta’d. Inspired by this prompt on exopromptmeme.
“He’s doing it again.” Jongdae glances to the side, slinging one arm over his boyfriend’s shoulder as they sit side by side on the couch. He loves being able to do that. Kyungsoo was the only member in EXO smaller than him. (Although Kyungsoo will never admit it, he loves being the smallest member. Most of the time. Except when he was in the kitchen and needed to reach things.)
“Hyung, don’t stare back. You know he just does that sometimes.” Kyungsoo lets his head rest against Jongdae’s shoulder, nuzzling into his soft sweater.
“It’s different. He actually stares at you, not just off into space like sometimes.” Jongdae noticed things like that. So did their ravenous fangirls. “It’s creepy. Like he wants to steal you away and lock you up and never let you go or share you at all.”
“Hyung, that sounds like you too.”
Jongdae snorts. “Nope, not at all. I have to share you or we’d all die of starvation or malnourishment.”
“Is that all I am to you, your chef?” Kyungsoo looks up innocently from his position on Jongdae’s shoulder.
Jongdae smiles at him, turning on the screen to his phone. “Yup, that and for the sex.” He laughs but stops when Kyungsoo slaps a hand against his stomach.
“See if you get either tonight.” With that Kyungsoo stands up, brushing off Jongdae’s hold. Jongdae pouts, his aegyo annoyingly cute. “Fine. But you only get to choose one.” Grinning he leaves his boyfriend on the couch to ponder that hard decision.
Jongdae doesn’t have to think about that one for long. Instead he turns to Jongin, who is sitting on the next couch over and pretending that he isn’t glancing back into the kitchen for longer and more often than is necessary. “Jonginnie, stop staring. It’s rude.”
“You’d know rude, wouldn’t you?” Jongin sneers at his elder and then goes back to ‘secretly’ watching Kyungsoo in the kitchen.
“Jongin-ah, you are being rude. Go wash up for dinner and then you and Sehun can set the table.” Joonmyeon walks into the living room with Baekhyun and Chanyeol in tow. “Jongdae-ah, please do not bait him anymore.”
“Ok leader-hyung.” Jongdae smiles serenely and Joonmyeon does not believe him one bit, but there was little he could do without resorting to asking Kris or Kyungsoo to reprimand him.
“You should go get ready for dinner too.” Joonmyeon is distracted from watching Jongdae as the rest of M files in, speaking in rapid Mandarin.
“No thank you, I’m foregoing dinner tonight for sex. Lots of sex. With Kyungsoo, so you should probably sleep somewhere else tonight, ok?” Jongdae’s cheery tone always throws Joonmyeon off and this time is no different. By the time the words have sunk in Jongdae has already left the room, leaving Joonmyeon looking like a lost fish with Minseok, Sehun, and Luhan laughing as they watch the exchange.
Kyungsoo does not actually approve of Jongdae skipping dinner in lieu of sex and marches into the older singer’s room to demand he come out and join the rest of the group on the account of “Hyung, if you do not eat dinner you will not have any energy for sex later and I will just have to find someone who does.” (Jongin, who was most definitely not following Kyungsoo around like a lost puppy, hears this and let out a small gasp of joy at the prospect.)
Jongdae knows this is not a real threat but he hears Jongin in the hallway and he stands, putting an arm around Kyungsoo’s small waist. “Then lead me to dinner my lovely little Soo.” Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes and leads Jongdae out of the room, only to practically run into Jongin who was hovering in the hallway just outside the bedroom. Jongdae narrows his eyes. “It’s a good thing you can dance and look pretty, because you’d be a shit spy.” He laughs as Jongin turned red.
Kyungsoo makes a ‘tisk’ sound. “You’re being mean again hyung. Jongin-ah probably just wanted to get in his room.” He gives the teen a small smile and next to him Jongdae smirks.
“I just bet he did.” Jongdae’s smirk is transformed into a genuine smile for his boyfriend when Kyungsoo looks at him, eyebrow raised at the blatant sarcasm (But Jongin knew he was still teasing. He is an asshole like that.).
Jongin scowls all through dinner and the usual TV watching after, bristling every time Jongdae or Kyungsoo coo (or snap) at each other. When he has had enough he leaves the rest of his group, getting into bed early. Maybe some extra sleep would help him relax. (It was that or wank in the shower, but Tao had already gone around asking everyone to shower with him and Jongin had lied and said he wasn’t going to shower that night. So if he went and took one now Tao was likely to cry. That was the worst.) He was all tucked in and almost asleep when the door bangs open, light streaming into the darkened room.
“Gonna fuck you now Soo.” Jongdae’s voice was muffled, his mouth pressed to Kyungsoo’s collarbone. Jongin freezes in his bed, not moving. (Then he remembers he should probably breathe, as evenly as he could, if he was going to pretend to be asleep.)
“Hyung, be quiet. Jongin-ah’s already asleep. Joonmyeon was nice enough to let us have the room, but Jongin-ah needs his sleep.” Kyungsoo was being quiet, trying to let Jongin have his rest. But then Jongdae bites down on the side of his neck, intent on marking him, and he lets out a loud moan.
Jongdae chuckles against his skin. “Who’s being loud now, Soo-baby?” He concentrates on walking backwards towards his bed, leading Kyungsoo with him.
“Be quiet.” Kyungsoo pulls away from Jongdae’s grasp, pushing the older man backwards and onto the bed. Jongin hears Jongdae’s slight frame bounce once and then he hears the clinking of a belt being undone. (Jongin could do all that and he could do it for Kyungsoo, make him feel good instead of Kyungsoo focusing on another’s pleasure. Pin Kyungsoo down and undress him slowly, leaving teasing kisses on skin as it was bared. Oh no, his breathing was getting faster…) The sounds from the other side of the room have stopped and Jongin hears steps. “Jongin-ah, you can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Kyungsoo’s voice is so gentle and close; Jongin turns over in bed and looks up. Large, dark eyes are gazing down at him fondly. He can’t help but smile back up at the man.
Jongdae lets out a little noise of protest on the bed. “Kyungsoo-ah, either kick him out or bring him over, but come back here right now. You just can’t walk away from me.” He doesn't bother to hide the whine in his voice.
Kyungsoo holds in his laugh, glancing over his shoulder at his irate lover before looking back at Jongin. “You heard him. You can stay in the room or go, but if you stay Jongdae wants you to come over and not hide, listening to us like some pervert.”
“I’m not a pervert!” Jongin sits up, throwing back his blanket. “I’ll show you what a real man can do!” He surges forward, grasping at Kyungsoo’s shirt and pulls him forward into a clumsy kiss.
Jongdae laughs. “Ok real man, show him over here.” Jongin tries to follow when Kyungsoo pulls back but he is held off, the other’s eyes raking slowly over his pajama clad form.
“Come on.” Kyungsoo takes his hand, pulling him from his bed and over to Jongdae’s where the singer was already down to his underwear, his clothing coming off as he waited. (Jongin would never admit it out loud but Jongdae looked annoyingly good almost naked and waiting there like all he wanted was for someone to ravish him. For the first time in a long while Jongin had the urge to push someone other than Kyungsoo down and prove to them his sexual prowess.)
As soon as he is in reach Jongdae grabs his boyfriend, tugging his belt open while kissing him at the same time. He brakes the kiss to look at Jongin. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”
Jongin feels small under that heavy gaze. “Yes, I think so.”
Kyungsoo smiles at him. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed next to Jongdae, okay?” As Jongin does as he was asked Kyungsoo looks away, down at Jongdae and he pushes light auburn hair back from his forehead. “Is this okay with you too?”
Jongdae rolls his eyes. “He’s desperate for you and I’m horny. Does that work?”
“Yes, perfect.” Kyungsoo presses their lips together, his tongue snaking into Jongdae’s mouth, bowed lips parting greedily for him. As they kiss Jongin moves closer, transfixed at the sight. The two slight vocalists make a very lovely pair in the daylight, but in the low light of his bedroom they are absolutely sinful. Jongdae arches into Kyungsoo, letting the younger pull his head back with a grip in his hair and lets Kyungsoo control the kiss. A small whine escapes Jongdae as the kiss brakes and he is held back from reconnecting their mouths by Kyungsoo’s hand in his hair. Kyungsoo’s other hand reaches out. “Jongin-ah, come here.”
Jongin crawls closer to the pair and Kyungsoo harshly grabs the back of his neck, pulling him close enough so that he could see each lash surrounding his elder’s large eyes. “Hyung…”
“He sounds so deliciously breathy. Kiss him Soo and make him make more noises.” Jongdae’s own voice is lower than usual and Jongin throws him a quick glance. (He already looks so disheveled and they have barely begun. His cock is red and full and resting against his stomach, larger than Jongin expected and thicker than his own. He looks sinful and all too tempting. That must be why hyung chose him over me and I want to fuck him and make him fall apart completely, Jongin thinks desperately.)
“Quiet, hyung.” Kyungsoo does not look away from Jongin’s lips and he quickly leans in and licks across them and then pulls back again. “Pay attention to me, Jongin-ah, when I’m talking to you.” Jongin’s eyes widen, his own tongue tracing the path the other’s had traced. Kyungsoo does not wait to let him respond and presses their lips together. Jongin gasps and Kyungsoo slips his tongue in between plush lips, exploring the wet cavern. Jongin tries to respond and take over the kiss but he is helpless when Kyungsoo’s other hand joins its twin on his body, stroking over his bare chest.
Next to them Jongdae moans, quick fingers working at the buttons of Kyungsoo’s shirt. “Arms, baby.” Kyungsoo manages to keep his lips locked with Jongin’s as Jongdae removes his shirt. When he finally breaks the kiss, he pushes Jongin back and crawls after him, onto the bed. Jongdae moves next to him, pulling down his boyfriend’s pants and boxer-briefs, the only clothes left on any of them.
“Patient hyung.” Kyungsoo turns his deadly smile on Jongdae who gives him a quick kiss and a laugh and moves back, letting both of their attentions turn to Jongin. Jongin licks his lips compulsively (when had they become so dry?) and two sets of eyes focus on his plush mouth. “Jongin-ah, you should kiss hyung now. He’s being nice enough to let you stay.” Kyungsoo resist the urge to smirk as Jongdae does and Jongin’s eyes go wide.
“Mmmm, I like that idea.” Jongdae lays back so his head is resting on his pillows and he motions for Jongin to come to him. The youngest does just that, crawling over so he is on his hands and knees above the singer, their mouths inches apart. “Come on, Jonginnie, show me how a real man kisses. I won’t bite.”
Kyungsoo snorts. “He will bite, but I promise it will feel good.” He lays a hand on the back of Jongin’s head, lightly tangling his fingers and pressing down. Jongdae smiles up at him and Jongin lets himself be guided down until his mouth meets with Jongdae’s. Jongin licks into the older male’s mouth, dominating the kiss in a way Kyungsoo had denied him earlier. Below him Jongdae arches up, rubbing their chests and groins together. The singer moans as Jongin’s tongue explores his mouth, stroking along his palate and teeth before tangling with his own tongue and sucking on it harshly. “My god you two look so good together.” The hand Kyungsoo has in Jongin’s hair tugs up, forcing them to break their steamy kiss. He leans in and kisses Jongdae quickly and bites lightly at Jongin’s already swollen lips. He uses his hand to force Jongin down Jongdae’s lithe body. “Suck hyung off now, Jongin-ah.”
“Fuck, yeah. I like that idea Soo.” Jongdae’s voice is breathy. Jongin finishes his trip down Jongdae’s body without guidance until Jongdae’s hard cock is in front of his face. He lets his tongue come out and licks a single stripe from base to tip, leaving a kiss at the head before pulling back so he can grin up at where Jongdae and Kyungsoo have their foreheads pressed together, looking back down at him. “Fuck Jonginnie, don’t tease me.”
“Whatever you want, Jongdae.” With that he opens his mouth and takes as much of Jongdae in as he can; tightening his lips as he hollows his cheeks with constant little sucks. Kyungsoo puts a hand back on his head, telling him wordlessly to bob his head. Jongin does not fight the instructions and moves his mouth almost off of Jongdae before taking him in again, deeper than before. Jongdae groans and swears above him and Jongin repeats the action. He keeps up with the motion and Kyungsoo removes his hand, instead bringing it to Jongdae’s chest and tugs at his pebbled nipples. Jongdae lets out a sharp noise and Kyungsoo covers his lips with his own, silencing Jongdae with an unforgiving kiss.
“Fuck you look hot together.” Jongin pulls his mouth off of Jongdae long enough to comment on his hyungs who he has been watching as he works his lips and tongue to pleasure Jongdae. (Jongin decides that if he can’t kiss Kyungsoo, watching Jongdae do it was second best. He was already light headed from sensory overload-the sight of them kissing, fingers in his hair, Jongdae’s cock heavy on his tongue, and the musky smell of arousal filling his nose.)
Kyungsoo breaks their kiss and gives a dark chuckle, turning his attention to the youngest on the bed. “I’m glad you think so, Jongin-ah. But I think it’s time you get some attention too.” Kyungsoo leans back on his knees and arches so he can reach his discarded pants and fish out a small bottle. Jongin and Jongdae both watch the small show. “Jongin-ah, did anyone tell you to stop? I don’t want to hear your voice again or see your mouth off of hyung’s dick until hyung comes down your sweet little throat.” Both of the other men let out noises at the images painted for them and Jongin eagerly brings his mouth back to Jongdae’s slick, red cock, sucking it back into his mouth and redoubling his efforts to get the eldest off.
Kyungsoo crawls down the bed, settling his small frame behind where Jongin is kneeling between Jongdae’s legs. His slender fingers grab handfuls of Jongin’s firm ass, messaging the tan skin and feeling it barely give, taut from years of dance. He hears a low rumble from the boy’s chest and can only imagine how good it feels around Jongdae’s cock. Kyungsoo slicks the fingers on one hand with lube and traces along the space between Jongin’s cheeks, leaving a slick trail as he pauses to stroke full balls dangling quite temptingly in front of him. Jongin lifts his head enough that Jongdae slips free with a wet pop and groans, hiding his face in the space where Jongdae’s inner thigh and groin meet. “Please hyung, don’t tease me.”
“But Jonginnie, Soo loves teasing more than anything. And you’ve stopped doing what he had told you to. That means you’re in for it worse now.” Jongdae chuckles, and threads his fingers into Jongin’s thick hair, guiding his mouth back to where he wants him. Jongin does not resist and goes back to eagerly sucking Jongdae off.
Behind him, Kyungsoo smirks at Jongdae. “You’re learning, Jongin-ah. Very good.” Kyungsoo positions one finger at his entrance. “If you stop, so will I.”
Jongdae arches into a particularly harsh suck that follows that statement. “Please Jonginnie, please don’t stop.”
Jongin smirks around his mouthful, pleased at the reaction he is getting. (Jongdae is so haughty all the time, especially with the way he could so easily have Kyungsoo all to himself anytime he wants and it isn’t just playing up fan service on stage. Jongin knows he is a jealous creature, and this revenge with overwhelming pleasure is almost too much.) He starts though, when the first of Kyungsoo’s slender fingers presses steadily into him. It had been a long time since he has had anything near his ass and the stretch stings in the sweetest way. Jongin lets out a fresh moan and bucks back into the touch.
“So good, Jongin-ah. Tight and perfect, just for your hyungs.” Kyungsoo leaves a trail of kisses up Jongin’s spine and slips a second finger in; knowing Jongin isn’t quite ready for it. Jongin whines, jerking forward to try and escape the sting and ends up forcing Jongdae’s cock further down his throat. “Keep going, Jongin-ah. Hyung likes to come at least once before we have sex. Did you know that? Once he’s come, hyung can go for hours. So if you want to get to the best part you are going to have to make him come as fast as you can.” Jongin sucks harder at this, knowing Kyungsoo will keep to the promise of his words.
Jongdae swears and arches, his toes curling. Between Jongin’s mouth and Kyungsoo’s words he feels close to the edge, the tell-tale feeling in his groin tightening. “Fuck, Jongin, fuck!” He tangles both hands in Jongin’s hair and tries to pull him even closer. “I think I’m close.” Jongdae grits his teeth, trying to hold out a moment or two longer. Jongin feels smug as he sucks even harder, trying to make Jongdae come undone and focusing on not gagging as Jongdae bucks his hips up.
“Do it hyung, come down Jongin-ah’s throat. Do it now.” Kyungsoo’s voice is quiet, his hand steadily pumping two fingers in and out of Jongin’s tight hole, occasionally scissoring them.
Kyungsoo’s voice is the final push Jongdae needs, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he arches off the bed, his back leaving the plush surface completely for a moment. Jongin gags slightly as his head is held down in Jongdae’s tightened fingers and heat rushes from Jongdae’s cock and into his throat and mouth. He struggles to swallow and the moment Jongdae relaxes his grip he pulled back only to have the very last of Jongdae’s orgasm land on his face. Jongdae’s cock does not soften and Jongin lets his face fall forward, feeling Jongdae’s overly warm skin against his cheek, Jongdae’s musky smell filling his nose even more than before. Jongin keens as Kyungsoo’s fingers worked faster now, pressing against his prostate every so often and sending sparks of pleasure racing along his spine. “So good, Jongin-ah. Your hyungs are very proud of you.” Kyungsoo leans forward to press a single kiss to Jongin’s cheek, slipping his third and fourth fingers into Jongin at the same time, ignoring the resistance he meets.
“Ah, hyung! It’s too much!” Jongin’s voice comes out painfully sharp and he whines, turning his faces so he is hidden against the soft skin of Jongdae’s stomach. Kyungsoo’s hand stills, four fingers buried as far as they will go in Jongin’s ass.
“Do you want me to stop?” Kyungsoo already knows the answer.
“No.” Jongin’s voice is quiet as he refuses to look up at either of them.
“Soo, please just fuck him already.” Jongdae has his hands back on Jongin, one carding through his hair and the other cradling the back of his neck. He bucks up, trying to grind against any part of Jongin with his erection standing tall between his legs. Jongin moans as Kyungsoo curls his fingers, pressing down on his prostate. (It’s almost too much and Jongin wants to beg for it to both stop and never end at the same time, but he is already falling apart and he wants his beloved hyung to think him better than this-better than needy Jongdae.)
“I think I will, hyung.” Kyungsoo pulls his fingers free and Jongin collapses more fully against the bed, his hips rutting forward as they come in contact with his aching, untouched cock.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet.” Jongdae’s hands, comforting just a moment ago, grasp Jongin and force him up and turn him around so he can see Kyungsoo moving, taking the place Jongdae just was, head on the pillows of the bed and legs stretched towards the other end. “Straddle him, Jonginnie. Let’s see if your moves on the dance floor make you any good in bed. My baby Soo just loves to be ridden, so be a good boy and show him what you can do.”
Jongdae takes the discarded bottle of lube and snaps it open, pouring some out and onto Kyungsoo. The younger hisses as the cold liquid hits his sensitive skin. His sounds turn into moans as Jongdae strokes him, lining up Jongin’s hips with gentle fingers. “Ready, Jongin-ah? I’ll be nice this time and let you set the pace.” Kyungsoo smiles up at Jongin, who had moved to straddle his thin hips and Jongdae, who is kneeling between his legs just behind Jongin.
“I’m ready hyung.” With that Jongin let his body begin to sink down, Jongdae holding Kyungsoo’s erection in place as it stretches open the dancer centimeter by centimeter. Jongdae moved his hands away, the clean one coming to rest on Jongin’s hip. The youngest had his eyes closed, gasping as he bottoms out and could feel the press of Kyungsoo’s lap against his ass and the back of his thighs. “So good hyung, even better than I could have imagined.” Behind him he hears Jongdae let out a breathy laugh. A red blush spreads over Jongin’s cheeks, darker than the flush of arousal that already covers so much of his skin. (Did I say that out loud? Fuck Jongin, pull yourself together. Hyung doesn’t need to know how much you’ve fantasied about him, Jongin internally scolded himself.)
“It’s okay, Jongin-ah. No need to be embarrassed.” Kyungsoo raises one hand so he can stroke Jongin’s face, his thumb lingering as it catches on Jongin’s full upper lip, some of Jongdae’s come staining it and already beginning to dry. Kyungsoo brings his thumb down to his mouth, engulfing the pad of his thumb and moaning at the taste. “Jongin-ah, you taste like hyung, my favorite.”
“Hyung…” Jongin moans at that, leaning forward and crashing their lips together, kissing Kyungsoo and letting the elder fully taste his boyfriend in the younger’s mouth. This breaks Kyungsoo’s patience and he rocks his hips up, pressing further into Jongin before pulling out and as he feels a moan released against his lips he repeats the action. Kyungsoo does not stop thrusting up as Jongin breaks their kiss and sits up, bracing his hands on Kyungsoo’s chest and rocking back so he meets the thrusts. “Ahh, perfect.” Jongin closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. He uses his legs to lift up and gravity to bring him back down, increasing the pleasure for both him and Kyungsoo.
“Jongdae-hyung, do something.” Jongin’s eyes shoot open. He had almost forgotten about the eldest. Hands come around his waist and Jongdae’s thin chest presses against his back. Over Jongin’s tan shoulder Jongdae’s and Kyungsoo’s gazes meet. They do not need words and Jongdae pushes Jongin forward, so he is pressing chest to chest, against Kyungsoo.
“Relax Jonginnie, I promise this will feel good.” Jongdae’s voice sounds far away to Jongin and he is distracted as Kyungsoo kisses him again and sharp teeth catch his tongue. The click of the cap of the lube is loud in the room, the only noise to accompany their panting breaths. Jongin knows what they are going to do now and he kisses Kyungsoo harder, excited and scared at the same time. One of Jongdae’s hands strokes along Jongin’s spine comfortingly as the other traces where Kyungsoo’s cock is buried in him. Jongin keens into Kyungsoo’s mouth as a finger presses into him, past his already stretched ring of muscle and alongside Kyungsoo’s heavy erection.
Jongdae cannot look away from the sight of what he is doing and he swears. “Fuck Soo, you should see this. You’re already in him and my finger just slid in so well. Jongin, who knew you were so perfect for taking cocks?”
Kyungsoo pulls his mouth away from Jongin’s so he can look over Jongin’s tan shoulder and at his boyfriend. “Hyung, please. Hurry and stretch him. I want to move.”
“Ok, ok.” Jongdae smirks and Jongin groans as a second finger is introduced. He feels overly full but knows they are nowhere near done yet. Jongdae’s mouth descends to his back, marking the clear expanse with bites and kisses, sucking so that marks are sure to be left. Kyungsoo kisses the youngest again, barely moving their hips as Jongdae continues to stretch Jongin open. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing and the wet noises of mouths moving together and against skin. Jongdae adds a second finger when he thinks Jongin is ready and a pained whine escapes Jongin’s throat. Kyungsoo trails kisses down his jaw, pausing to suck at the skin right behind his ear. Jongdae is uncharacteristically comforting, whispering to Jongin as he moves his fingers in and out, testing the limits of Jongin’s body. “You’re so good for us, Jongin. So delicious under me, between us. Kyungsoo wanted to fuck you, but I don’t think he thought it’d ever happen. But it seems tonight is your lucky night. Now you’re here and beyond perfect. I can’t wait until we’re both in you, you’ll feel so good.”
“Yes, please.” Jongin pants as the tip of Jongdae’s pointer finger traces around his rim and along where Kyungsoo and Jongdae’s other two fingers are already buried. He closes his eyes, letting the feeling of Kyungsoo trailing kisses along his jaw, his cock throbbing inside of him, and Jongdae teasing them both with hard thrusts and then light touches. “Hyung, you’ve teased me enough. Please, hurry, do something, just pleas-” A moan cuts off Jongin’s pleads as Jongdae sees how many fingertips he can fit against Jongin’s prostate at the same time. Kyungsoo’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth, the back of Jongdae’s fingers brushing against him.
“Fuck, ok.” Jongdae pulls his fingers away from where Kyungsoo and Jongin are so intimately joined. “You both look so perfect.” He leans over Jongin’s back, running his right hand over Jongin’s smooth skin and his left grasping a handful of Kyungsoo’s hair and pulling his face so he could kiss the younger man, freeing his lip from its former abuse. “God, Soo. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jongdae pulls back too quickly and Kyungsoo is left craning his head up, reaching for another kiss. Jongdae catches the small whimper Jongin lets out at his words. A pang of guilt tugs at his chest but he ignores it to focus on the physical pleasure waiting for him. “You ready?”
Jongin nods and Jongdae slicks himself up. He presses the tip of his cock to Jongin’s stretched hole. “Just do it already.” Jongin grits his teeth and forces his muscles to relax as Jongdae presses in. It seems to take forever, but Jongdae is finally all the way in him, their hips flush against his ass and the three of them moan. He wipes his dirty hand on the sheets and then grips at Jongin’s sharp hip bones. Kyungsoo’s small fingers cover his own. Jongdae looks down, where their three hips press together and his and his boyfriend’s pale hands make Jongin’s skin glow even darker in the low light of the room. “God damn, move already.” Jongin’s face rests in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck, and he uses the muscles he has developed from years of dance to push his hip back.
“God.” Kyungsoo’s eyes go impossibly wide and his hips buck up against his will.
“Fuck, Jonginnie.” Jongdae tightens his grip, forcing Jongin’s hips flush against him as hard as he could, back onto both his and Kyungsoo’s cocks. Jongin moans, his back arching away from the man behind him. Jongdae moves his grip so that he can reposition Jongin’s legs, forcing them bent and to his sides, almost like a frog, silently blessing the dance gods for making the younger male so flexible. “Soo, baby, hold his legs like this. This way he can’t move. It’s just us.” The noise Jongin lets out is pure aphrodisiac to Jongdae and Kyungsoo does what he is asked.
“This feels so good, even without moving.” Kyungsoo looks completely blissed out, his normally wide eyes half-mast and his mouth open, panting for breath as two other men lay on top of him. He shifts his arms from around Jongin to holding his legs up by their sides. He then shifts only enough to bend his legs and get his feet flat on the bed. “Hyung, lets show Jongin-ah how we do it, ok?”
The grin he gives Jongdae over Jongin’s shoulder is downright nasty and Jongdae bites his lip. “Fuck yeah.” Jongdae mumbles, biting down harder as Kyungsoo shifts under them, finding enough leverage to thrust up, making Jongin groan and Jongdae thrust his own hips forward.
With Kyungsoo’s thrust they begin a pattern. Jongdae pulls out as Kyungsoo thrusts in and on each of Jongdae’s thrusts back into Jongin’s scorching heat Kyungsoo pulls out to repeat the motion. They build on this, moving faster and forcing their hips harder against Jongin's, their cocks deeper into him. Their pace speeds up enough that Jongin can do nothing but rock against them, mewling at each harsh thrust to his prostate. "Hyung, it's too much." Jongin’s voice is ragged, breaking as Jongdae bites down on the skin at the base of his neck, sucking a mark into tan skin.
"Soo, don't let him come. Not yet." Jongdae’s voice is rough, pitch deeper than usual.
"Yes." The word is a hiss out of Kyungsoo’s mouth. His hands let go of Jongin’s legs, one squeezing between their stomachs to make a tight circle at the base of Jongin’s cock and the other finding the back of the youngest's head to fist in his hair and pull him down for a kiss that is more tongue than anything else.
"No, please, hyung, don't." Jongin whines as soon as Kyungsoo gives him space to breathe, shifting so his knees are more under him and he can thrust back against the two pressing into him.
"Fuck, Jongin." The dancer's hips rolling back into his makes the eldest lose his rhythm and Jongdae struggles to keep up with his boyfriend.
"I'm close." Without Jongdae countering his thrusts Kyungsoo’s hips stutter and he presses even harder into Jongin.
"Come Soo, come for us." Jongdae keeps moving his hips forward and back as Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut, his whole body going rigid as he comes, wet heat pouring into the Jongin, the tight space already beyond capacity. At the feeling Jongin tenses, his walls contracting and fluttering as a dry orgasm is wrenched out of him. "Fuck." Jongdae grits his teeth and comes, Jongin’s walls pressing down on them and the feeling of Kyungsoo coming against him in the slick heat too much. Jongdae’s chest tightens and he's sure he's going to pass out when his orgasm finally ends.
"Hyung, please." Jongin sounds on the verge of tears and Jongdae rolls off of him and to the side, taking the younger man with him. Both Jongdae and Kyungsoo slip free of Jongin’s body in the process. Jongdae ends up mostly on his back, head on his pillows and Jongin’s back half pressed to his chest and half on the bed. Kyungsoo finally let's go of Jongin’s erection and Jongdae’s hand grips the base.
"Jonginnie, you've been so very good so your hyungs are going to reward you now." Jongin lets out a pained moan and Jongdae holds in a laugh.
"Yes, so very good." Kyungsoo rolls so he is on his side, facing them. He moves Jongin’s leg so that it is hooked over Jongdae’s, opening him up again. Kyungsoo leans forward and captures Jongin’s lips in a slow kiss, slipping three fingers through the mess dripping out of Jongin and pressing them into his stretched and thoroughly used hole.
Jongdae strokes Jongin lightly, whispering to him as he kisses up his neck. "Soo loves to finger me. He's so good at it, don't you think?" Kyungsoo does not play around this time but instead angles his fingers to find Jongin’s prostate, pressing against it relentlessly. Instead of answering Jongin groans into Kyungsoo mouth, coming in thick ropes all over their chests and Jongdae’s fingers.
Neither of the singers take their hands off the youngest until he has shuddered all the way through his orgasm, falling back limp into Jongdae’s arms. "You look so pretty like this Jongin-ah. It's a pity to clean you up." (Jongdae agrees. As much as he likes pearly ropes of semen against his and Kyungsoo’s pale skin, he can't help but think it looks even better standing out against tan.)
Jongin can't seem to find words and his eyelashes flutter, completely drained. Kyungsoo leans over him and Jongdae, reaching for a box of baby wipes and cleaning all three of them with careful strokes over sensitive skin. (Jongin had often wondered about the wipes on Jongdae’s bedside table, having never seen his hyung use them for anything. They feel wonderfully cool and refreshing against his overheated skin.)
"Thank you Jongin-ah." Kyungsoo leaves the bed to throw out the used wipes and when he gets back he settles in on Jongdae’s other side, drawing the blankets up and over the three of them.
Jongdae makes a noise of agreement, rolling over so Jongin is draped over his back and his face is in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck. Jongin’s arm tentatively settles around his waist and Jongdae can't help but smile against Kyungsoo’s skin. He snuggles back against Jongin and uses his hand to make sure Jongin’s finds Kyungsoo’s side. He gives a small sigh of contentment. "This is exceptionally nice. Next time, maybe I'll try being in the middle."
Kyungsoo snorts and smiles. "I'm going to hold you to that."
"Me too hyung."
A/N: This took so long, but Chensoo just gives me so many feels, as does Kaichen and Kaisoo…so here is this. I really love the tiny singers together, they are just both perfect little monsters…
I hope you enjoyed this, please review! I sort of want to make this into a thing, with Kaichensoo and maybe Chensoo sleeping with other members (Baekhyun, Kris?)
Thank you for reading!
Pairing: Chen/D.O, Chen/D.O/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, mild orgasm denial, unprotected sex
Summary: All Jongdae wants is to have some time with his boyfriend without Jongin staring at Kyungsoo. When Jongin interrupts their sexy time Jongdae finds himself too horny to send the younger man away.
A/N: Almost 6k words of smut. I completely blame Miracles in December. And these beautiful boys for always being all over each other. Just look at them. Not particularly beta’d. Inspired by this prompt on exopromptmeme.
“He’s doing it again.” Jongdae glances to the side, slinging one arm over his boyfriend’s shoulder as they sit side by side on the couch. He loves being able to do that. Kyungsoo was the only member in EXO smaller than him. (Although Kyungsoo will never admit it, he loves being the smallest member. Most of the time. Except when he was in the kitchen and needed to reach things.)
“Hyung, don’t stare back. You know he just does that sometimes.” Kyungsoo lets his head rest against Jongdae’s shoulder, nuzzling into his soft sweater.
“It’s different. He actually stares at you, not just off into space like sometimes.” Jongdae noticed things like that. So did their ravenous fangirls. “It’s creepy. Like he wants to steal you away and lock you up and never let you go or share you at all.”
“Hyung, that sounds like you too.”
Jongdae snorts. “Nope, not at all. I have to share you or we’d all die of starvation or malnourishment.”
“Is that all I am to you, your chef?” Kyungsoo looks up innocently from his position on Jongdae’s shoulder.
Jongdae smiles at him, turning on the screen to his phone. “Yup, that and for the sex.” He laughs but stops when Kyungsoo slaps a hand against his stomach.
“See if you get either tonight.” With that Kyungsoo stands up, brushing off Jongdae’s hold. Jongdae pouts, his aegyo annoyingly cute. “Fine. But you only get to choose one.” Grinning he leaves his boyfriend on the couch to ponder that hard decision.
Jongdae doesn’t have to think about that one for long. Instead he turns to Jongin, who is sitting on the next couch over and pretending that he isn’t glancing back into the kitchen for longer and more often than is necessary. “Jonginnie, stop staring. It’s rude.”
“You’d know rude, wouldn’t you?” Jongin sneers at his elder and then goes back to ‘secretly’ watching Kyungsoo in the kitchen.
“Jongin-ah, you are being rude. Go wash up for dinner and then you and Sehun can set the table.” Joonmyeon walks into the living room with Baekhyun and Chanyeol in tow. “Jongdae-ah, please do not bait him anymore.”
“Ok leader-hyung.” Jongdae smiles serenely and Joonmyeon does not believe him one bit, but there was little he could do without resorting to asking Kris or Kyungsoo to reprimand him.
“You should go get ready for dinner too.” Joonmyeon is distracted from watching Jongdae as the rest of M files in, speaking in rapid Mandarin.
“No thank you, I’m foregoing dinner tonight for sex. Lots of sex. With Kyungsoo, so you should probably sleep somewhere else tonight, ok?” Jongdae’s cheery tone always throws Joonmyeon off and this time is no different. By the time the words have sunk in Jongdae has already left the room, leaving Joonmyeon looking like a lost fish with Minseok, Sehun, and Luhan laughing as they watch the exchange.
Kyungsoo does not actually approve of Jongdae skipping dinner in lieu of sex and marches into the older singer’s room to demand he come out and join the rest of the group on the account of “Hyung, if you do not eat dinner you will not have any energy for sex later and I will just have to find someone who does.” (Jongin, who was most definitely not following Kyungsoo around like a lost puppy, hears this and let out a small gasp of joy at the prospect.)
Jongdae knows this is not a real threat but he hears Jongin in the hallway and he stands, putting an arm around Kyungsoo’s small waist. “Then lead me to dinner my lovely little Soo.” Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes and leads Jongdae out of the room, only to practically run into Jongin who was hovering in the hallway just outside the bedroom. Jongdae narrows his eyes. “It’s a good thing you can dance and look pretty, because you’d be a shit spy.” He laughs as Jongin turned red.
Kyungsoo makes a ‘tisk’ sound. “You’re being mean again hyung. Jongin-ah probably just wanted to get in his room.” He gives the teen a small smile and next to him Jongdae smirks.
“I just bet he did.” Jongdae’s smirk is transformed into a genuine smile for his boyfriend when Kyungsoo looks at him, eyebrow raised at the blatant sarcasm (But Jongin knew he was still teasing. He is an asshole like that.).
Jongin scowls all through dinner and the usual TV watching after, bristling every time Jongdae or Kyungsoo coo (or snap) at each other. When he has had enough he leaves the rest of his group, getting into bed early. Maybe some extra sleep would help him relax. (It was that or wank in the shower, but Tao had already gone around asking everyone to shower with him and Jongin had lied and said he wasn’t going to shower that night. So if he went and took one now Tao was likely to cry. That was the worst.) He was all tucked in and almost asleep when the door bangs open, light streaming into the darkened room.
“Gonna fuck you now Soo.” Jongdae’s voice was muffled, his mouth pressed to Kyungsoo’s collarbone. Jongin freezes in his bed, not moving. (Then he remembers he should probably breathe, as evenly as he could, if he was going to pretend to be asleep.)
“Hyung, be quiet. Jongin-ah’s already asleep. Joonmyeon was nice enough to let us have the room, but Jongin-ah needs his sleep.” Kyungsoo was being quiet, trying to let Jongin have his rest. But then Jongdae bites down on the side of his neck, intent on marking him, and he lets out a loud moan.
Jongdae chuckles against his skin. “Who’s being loud now, Soo-baby?” He concentrates on walking backwards towards his bed, leading Kyungsoo with him.
“Be quiet.” Kyungsoo pulls away from Jongdae’s grasp, pushing the older man backwards and onto the bed. Jongin hears Jongdae’s slight frame bounce once and then he hears the clinking of a belt being undone. (Jongin could do all that and he could do it for Kyungsoo, make him feel good instead of Kyungsoo focusing on another’s pleasure. Pin Kyungsoo down and undress him slowly, leaving teasing kisses on skin as it was bared. Oh no, his breathing was getting faster…) The sounds from the other side of the room have stopped and Jongin hears steps. “Jongin-ah, you can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Kyungsoo’s voice is so gentle and close; Jongin turns over in bed and looks up. Large, dark eyes are gazing down at him fondly. He can’t help but smile back up at the man.
Jongdae lets out a little noise of protest on the bed. “Kyungsoo-ah, either kick him out or bring him over, but come back here right now. You just can’t walk away from me.” He doesn't bother to hide the whine in his voice.
Kyungsoo holds in his laugh, glancing over his shoulder at his irate lover before looking back at Jongin. “You heard him. You can stay in the room or go, but if you stay Jongdae wants you to come over and not hide, listening to us like some pervert.”
“I’m not a pervert!” Jongin sits up, throwing back his blanket. “I’ll show you what a real man can do!” He surges forward, grasping at Kyungsoo’s shirt and pulls him forward into a clumsy kiss.
Jongdae laughs. “Ok real man, show him over here.” Jongin tries to follow when Kyungsoo pulls back but he is held off, the other’s eyes raking slowly over his pajama clad form.
“Come on.” Kyungsoo takes his hand, pulling him from his bed and over to Jongdae’s where the singer was already down to his underwear, his clothing coming off as he waited. (Jongin would never admit it out loud but Jongdae looked annoyingly good almost naked and waiting there like all he wanted was for someone to ravish him. For the first time in a long while Jongin had the urge to push someone other than Kyungsoo down and prove to them his sexual prowess.)
As soon as he is in reach Jongdae grabs his boyfriend, tugging his belt open while kissing him at the same time. He brakes the kiss to look at Jongin. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”
Jongin feels small under that heavy gaze. “Yes, I think so.”
Kyungsoo smiles at him. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed next to Jongdae, okay?” As Jongin does as he was asked Kyungsoo looks away, down at Jongdae and he pushes light auburn hair back from his forehead. “Is this okay with you too?”
Jongdae rolls his eyes. “He’s desperate for you and I’m horny. Does that work?”
“Yes, perfect.” Kyungsoo presses their lips together, his tongue snaking into Jongdae’s mouth, bowed lips parting greedily for him. As they kiss Jongin moves closer, transfixed at the sight. The two slight vocalists make a very lovely pair in the daylight, but in the low light of his bedroom they are absolutely sinful. Jongdae arches into Kyungsoo, letting the younger pull his head back with a grip in his hair and lets Kyungsoo control the kiss. A small whine escapes Jongdae as the kiss brakes and he is held back from reconnecting their mouths by Kyungsoo’s hand in his hair. Kyungsoo’s other hand reaches out. “Jongin-ah, come here.”
Jongin crawls closer to the pair and Kyungsoo harshly grabs the back of his neck, pulling him close enough so that he could see each lash surrounding his elder’s large eyes. “Hyung…”
“He sounds so deliciously breathy. Kiss him Soo and make him make more noises.” Jongdae’s own voice is lower than usual and Jongin throws him a quick glance. (He already looks so disheveled and they have barely begun. His cock is red and full and resting against his stomach, larger than Jongin expected and thicker than his own. He looks sinful and all too tempting. That must be why hyung chose him over me and I want to fuck him and make him fall apart completely, Jongin thinks desperately.)
“Quiet, hyung.” Kyungsoo does not look away from Jongin’s lips and he quickly leans in and licks across them and then pulls back again. “Pay attention to me, Jongin-ah, when I’m talking to you.” Jongin’s eyes widen, his own tongue tracing the path the other’s had traced. Kyungsoo does not wait to let him respond and presses their lips together. Jongin gasps and Kyungsoo slips his tongue in between plush lips, exploring the wet cavern. Jongin tries to respond and take over the kiss but he is helpless when Kyungsoo’s other hand joins its twin on his body, stroking over his bare chest.
Next to them Jongdae moans, quick fingers working at the buttons of Kyungsoo’s shirt. “Arms, baby.” Kyungsoo manages to keep his lips locked with Jongin’s as Jongdae removes his shirt. When he finally breaks the kiss, he pushes Jongin back and crawls after him, onto the bed. Jongdae moves next to him, pulling down his boyfriend’s pants and boxer-briefs, the only clothes left on any of them.
“Patient hyung.” Kyungsoo turns his deadly smile on Jongdae who gives him a quick kiss and a laugh and moves back, letting both of their attentions turn to Jongin. Jongin licks his lips compulsively (when had they become so dry?) and two sets of eyes focus on his plush mouth. “Jongin-ah, you should kiss hyung now. He’s being nice enough to let you stay.” Kyungsoo resist the urge to smirk as Jongdae does and Jongin’s eyes go wide.
“Mmmm, I like that idea.” Jongdae lays back so his head is resting on his pillows and he motions for Jongin to come to him. The youngest does just that, crawling over so he is on his hands and knees above the singer, their mouths inches apart. “Come on, Jonginnie, show me how a real man kisses. I won’t bite.”
Kyungsoo snorts. “He will bite, but I promise it will feel good.” He lays a hand on the back of Jongin’s head, lightly tangling his fingers and pressing down. Jongdae smiles up at him and Jongin lets himself be guided down until his mouth meets with Jongdae’s. Jongin licks into the older male’s mouth, dominating the kiss in a way Kyungsoo had denied him earlier. Below him Jongdae arches up, rubbing their chests and groins together. The singer moans as Jongin’s tongue explores his mouth, stroking along his palate and teeth before tangling with his own tongue and sucking on it harshly. “My god you two look so good together.” The hand Kyungsoo has in Jongin’s hair tugs up, forcing them to break their steamy kiss. He leans in and kisses Jongdae quickly and bites lightly at Jongin’s already swollen lips. He uses his hand to force Jongin down Jongdae’s lithe body. “Suck hyung off now, Jongin-ah.”
“Fuck, yeah. I like that idea Soo.” Jongdae’s voice is breathy. Jongin finishes his trip down Jongdae’s body without guidance until Jongdae’s hard cock is in front of his face. He lets his tongue come out and licks a single stripe from base to tip, leaving a kiss at the head before pulling back so he can grin up at where Jongdae and Kyungsoo have their foreheads pressed together, looking back down at him. “Fuck Jonginnie, don’t tease me.”
“Whatever you want, Jongdae.” With that he opens his mouth and takes as much of Jongdae in as he can; tightening his lips as he hollows his cheeks with constant little sucks. Kyungsoo puts a hand back on his head, telling him wordlessly to bob his head. Jongin does not fight the instructions and moves his mouth almost off of Jongdae before taking him in again, deeper than before. Jongdae groans and swears above him and Jongin repeats the action. He keeps up with the motion and Kyungsoo removes his hand, instead bringing it to Jongdae’s chest and tugs at his pebbled nipples. Jongdae lets out a sharp noise and Kyungsoo covers his lips with his own, silencing Jongdae with an unforgiving kiss.
“Fuck you look hot together.” Jongin pulls his mouth off of Jongdae long enough to comment on his hyungs who he has been watching as he works his lips and tongue to pleasure Jongdae. (Jongin decides that if he can’t kiss Kyungsoo, watching Jongdae do it was second best. He was already light headed from sensory overload-the sight of them kissing, fingers in his hair, Jongdae’s cock heavy on his tongue, and the musky smell of arousal filling his nose.)
Kyungsoo breaks their kiss and gives a dark chuckle, turning his attention to the youngest on the bed. “I’m glad you think so, Jongin-ah. But I think it’s time you get some attention too.” Kyungsoo leans back on his knees and arches so he can reach his discarded pants and fish out a small bottle. Jongin and Jongdae both watch the small show. “Jongin-ah, did anyone tell you to stop? I don’t want to hear your voice again or see your mouth off of hyung’s dick until hyung comes down your sweet little throat.” Both of the other men let out noises at the images painted for them and Jongin eagerly brings his mouth back to Jongdae’s slick, red cock, sucking it back into his mouth and redoubling his efforts to get the eldest off.
Kyungsoo crawls down the bed, settling his small frame behind where Jongin is kneeling between Jongdae’s legs. His slender fingers grab handfuls of Jongin’s firm ass, messaging the tan skin and feeling it barely give, taut from years of dance. He hears a low rumble from the boy’s chest and can only imagine how good it feels around Jongdae’s cock. Kyungsoo slicks the fingers on one hand with lube and traces along the space between Jongin’s cheeks, leaving a slick trail as he pauses to stroke full balls dangling quite temptingly in front of him. Jongin lifts his head enough that Jongdae slips free with a wet pop and groans, hiding his face in the space where Jongdae’s inner thigh and groin meet. “Please hyung, don’t tease me.”
“But Jonginnie, Soo loves teasing more than anything. And you’ve stopped doing what he had told you to. That means you’re in for it worse now.” Jongdae chuckles, and threads his fingers into Jongin’s thick hair, guiding his mouth back to where he wants him. Jongin does not resist and goes back to eagerly sucking Jongdae off.
Behind him, Kyungsoo smirks at Jongdae. “You’re learning, Jongin-ah. Very good.” Kyungsoo positions one finger at his entrance. “If you stop, so will I.”
Jongdae arches into a particularly harsh suck that follows that statement. “Please Jonginnie, please don’t stop.”
Jongin smirks around his mouthful, pleased at the reaction he is getting. (Jongdae is so haughty all the time, especially with the way he could so easily have Kyungsoo all to himself anytime he wants and it isn’t just playing up fan service on stage. Jongin knows he is a jealous creature, and this revenge with overwhelming pleasure is almost too much.) He starts though, when the first of Kyungsoo’s slender fingers presses steadily into him. It had been a long time since he has had anything near his ass and the stretch stings in the sweetest way. Jongin lets out a fresh moan and bucks back into the touch.
“So good, Jongin-ah. Tight and perfect, just for your hyungs.” Kyungsoo leaves a trail of kisses up Jongin’s spine and slips a second finger in; knowing Jongin isn’t quite ready for it. Jongin whines, jerking forward to try and escape the sting and ends up forcing Jongdae’s cock further down his throat. “Keep going, Jongin-ah. Hyung likes to come at least once before we have sex. Did you know that? Once he’s come, hyung can go for hours. So if you want to get to the best part you are going to have to make him come as fast as you can.” Jongin sucks harder at this, knowing Kyungsoo will keep to the promise of his words.
Jongdae swears and arches, his toes curling. Between Jongin’s mouth and Kyungsoo’s words he feels close to the edge, the tell-tale feeling in his groin tightening. “Fuck, Jongin, fuck!” He tangles both hands in Jongin’s hair and tries to pull him even closer. “I think I’m close.” Jongdae grits his teeth, trying to hold out a moment or two longer. Jongin feels smug as he sucks even harder, trying to make Jongdae come undone and focusing on not gagging as Jongdae bucks his hips up.
“Do it hyung, come down Jongin-ah’s throat. Do it now.” Kyungsoo’s voice is quiet, his hand steadily pumping two fingers in and out of Jongin’s tight hole, occasionally scissoring them.
Kyungsoo’s voice is the final push Jongdae needs, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he arches off the bed, his back leaving the plush surface completely for a moment. Jongin gags slightly as his head is held down in Jongdae’s tightened fingers and heat rushes from Jongdae’s cock and into his throat and mouth. He struggles to swallow and the moment Jongdae relaxes his grip he pulled back only to have the very last of Jongdae’s orgasm land on his face. Jongdae’s cock does not soften and Jongin lets his face fall forward, feeling Jongdae’s overly warm skin against his cheek, Jongdae’s musky smell filling his nose even more than before. Jongin keens as Kyungsoo’s fingers worked faster now, pressing against his prostate every so often and sending sparks of pleasure racing along his spine. “So good, Jongin-ah. Your hyungs are very proud of you.” Kyungsoo leans forward to press a single kiss to Jongin’s cheek, slipping his third and fourth fingers into Jongin at the same time, ignoring the resistance he meets.
“Ah, hyung! It’s too much!” Jongin’s voice comes out painfully sharp and he whines, turning his faces so he is hidden against the soft skin of Jongdae’s stomach. Kyungsoo’s hand stills, four fingers buried as far as they will go in Jongin’s ass.
“Do you want me to stop?” Kyungsoo already knows the answer.
“No.” Jongin’s voice is quiet as he refuses to look up at either of them.
“Soo, please just fuck him already.” Jongdae has his hands back on Jongin, one carding through his hair and the other cradling the back of his neck. He bucks up, trying to grind against any part of Jongin with his erection standing tall between his legs. Jongin moans as Kyungsoo curls his fingers, pressing down on his prostate. (It’s almost too much and Jongin wants to beg for it to both stop and never end at the same time, but he is already falling apart and he wants his beloved hyung to think him better than this-better than needy Jongdae.)
“I think I will, hyung.” Kyungsoo pulls his fingers free and Jongin collapses more fully against the bed, his hips rutting forward as they come in contact with his aching, untouched cock.
“Oh no you don’t, not yet.” Jongdae’s hands, comforting just a moment ago, grasp Jongin and force him up and turn him around so he can see Kyungsoo moving, taking the place Jongdae just was, head on the pillows of the bed and legs stretched towards the other end. “Straddle him, Jonginnie. Let’s see if your moves on the dance floor make you any good in bed. My baby Soo just loves to be ridden, so be a good boy and show him what you can do.”
Jongdae takes the discarded bottle of lube and snaps it open, pouring some out and onto Kyungsoo. The younger hisses as the cold liquid hits his sensitive skin. His sounds turn into moans as Jongdae strokes him, lining up Jongin’s hips with gentle fingers. “Ready, Jongin-ah? I’ll be nice this time and let you set the pace.” Kyungsoo smiles up at Jongin, who had moved to straddle his thin hips and Jongdae, who is kneeling between his legs just behind Jongin.
“I’m ready hyung.” With that Jongin let his body begin to sink down, Jongdae holding Kyungsoo’s erection in place as it stretches open the dancer centimeter by centimeter. Jongdae moved his hands away, the clean one coming to rest on Jongin’s hip. The youngest had his eyes closed, gasping as he bottoms out and could feel the press of Kyungsoo’s lap against his ass and the back of his thighs. “So good hyung, even better than I could have imagined.” Behind him he hears Jongdae let out a breathy laugh. A red blush spreads over Jongin’s cheeks, darker than the flush of arousal that already covers so much of his skin. (Did I say that out loud? Fuck Jongin, pull yourself together. Hyung doesn’t need to know how much you’ve fantasied about him, Jongin internally scolded himself.)
“It’s okay, Jongin-ah. No need to be embarrassed.” Kyungsoo raises one hand so he can stroke Jongin’s face, his thumb lingering as it catches on Jongin’s full upper lip, some of Jongdae’s come staining it and already beginning to dry. Kyungsoo brings his thumb down to his mouth, engulfing the pad of his thumb and moaning at the taste. “Jongin-ah, you taste like hyung, my favorite.”
“Hyung…” Jongin moans at that, leaning forward and crashing their lips together, kissing Kyungsoo and letting the elder fully taste his boyfriend in the younger’s mouth. This breaks Kyungsoo’s patience and he rocks his hips up, pressing further into Jongin before pulling out and as he feels a moan released against his lips he repeats the action. Kyungsoo does not stop thrusting up as Jongin breaks their kiss and sits up, bracing his hands on Kyungsoo’s chest and rocking back so he meets the thrusts. “Ahh, perfect.” Jongin closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. He uses his legs to lift up and gravity to bring him back down, increasing the pleasure for both him and Kyungsoo.
“Jongdae-hyung, do something.” Jongin’s eyes shoot open. He had almost forgotten about the eldest. Hands come around his waist and Jongdae’s thin chest presses against his back. Over Jongin’s tan shoulder Jongdae’s and Kyungsoo’s gazes meet. They do not need words and Jongdae pushes Jongin forward, so he is pressing chest to chest, against Kyungsoo.
“Relax Jonginnie, I promise this will feel good.” Jongdae’s voice sounds far away to Jongin and he is distracted as Kyungsoo kisses him again and sharp teeth catch his tongue. The click of the cap of the lube is loud in the room, the only noise to accompany their panting breaths. Jongin knows what they are going to do now and he kisses Kyungsoo harder, excited and scared at the same time. One of Jongdae’s hands strokes along Jongin’s spine comfortingly as the other traces where Kyungsoo’s cock is buried in him. Jongin keens into Kyungsoo’s mouth as a finger presses into him, past his already stretched ring of muscle and alongside Kyungsoo’s heavy erection.
Jongdae cannot look away from the sight of what he is doing and he swears. “Fuck Soo, you should see this. You’re already in him and my finger just slid in so well. Jongin, who knew you were so perfect for taking cocks?”
Kyungsoo pulls his mouth away from Jongin’s so he can look over Jongin’s tan shoulder and at his boyfriend. “Hyung, please. Hurry and stretch him. I want to move.”
“Ok, ok.” Jongdae smirks and Jongin groans as a second finger is introduced. He feels overly full but knows they are nowhere near done yet. Jongdae’s mouth descends to his back, marking the clear expanse with bites and kisses, sucking so that marks are sure to be left. Kyungsoo kisses the youngest again, barely moving their hips as Jongdae continues to stretch Jongin open. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing and the wet noises of mouths moving together and against skin. Jongdae adds a second finger when he thinks Jongin is ready and a pained whine escapes Jongin’s throat. Kyungsoo trails kisses down his jaw, pausing to suck at the skin right behind his ear. Jongdae is uncharacteristically comforting, whispering to Jongin as he moves his fingers in and out, testing the limits of Jongin’s body. “You’re so good for us, Jongin. So delicious under me, between us. Kyungsoo wanted to fuck you, but I don’t think he thought it’d ever happen. But it seems tonight is your lucky night. Now you’re here and beyond perfect. I can’t wait until we’re both in you, you’ll feel so good.”
“Yes, please.” Jongin pants as the tip of Jongdae’s pointer finger traces around his rim and along where Kyungsoo and Jongdae’s other two fingers are already buried. He closes his eyes, letting the feeling of Kyungsoo trailing kisses along his jaw, his cock throbbing inside of him, and Jongdae teasing them both with hard thrusts and then light touches. “Hyung, you’ve teased me enough. Please, hurry, do something, just pleas-” A moan cuts off Jongin’s pleads as Jongdae sees how many fingertips he can fit against Jongin’s prostate at the same time. Kyungsoo’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth, the back of Jongdae’s fingers brushing against him.
“Fuck, ok.” Jongdae pulls his fingers away from where Kyungsoo and Jongin are so intimately joined. “You both look so perfect.” He leans over Jongin’s back, running his right hand over Jongin’s smooth skin and his left grasping a handful of Kyungsoo’s hair and pulling his face so he could kiss the younger man, freeing his lip from its former abuse. “God, Soo. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jongdae pulls back too quickly and Kyungsoo is left craning his head up, reaching for another kiss. Jongdae catches the small whimper Jongin lets out at his words. A pang of guilt tugs at his chest but he ignores it to focus on the physical pleasure waiting for him. “You ready?”
Jongin nods and Jongdae slicks himself up. He presses the tip of his cock to Jongin’s stretched hole. “Just do it already.” Jongin grits his teeth and forces his muscles to relax as Jongdae presses in. It seems to take forever, but Jongdae is finally all the way in him, their hips flush against his ass and the three of them moan. He wipes his dirty hand on the sheets and then grips at Jongin’s sharp hip bones. Kyungsoo’s small fingers cover his own. Jongdae looks down, where their three hips press together and his and his boyfriend’s pale hands make Jongin’s skin glow even darker in the low light of the room. “God damn, move already.” Jongin’s face rests in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck, and he uses the muscles he has developed from years of dance to push his hip back.
“God.” Kyungsoo’s eyes go impossibly wide and his hips buck up against his will.
“Fuck, Jonginnie.” Jongdae tightens his grip, forcing Jongin’s hips flush against him as hard as he could, back onto both his and Kyungsoo’s cocks. Jongin moans, his back arching away from the man behind him. Jongdae moves his grip so that he can reposition Jongin’s legs, forcing them bent and to his sides, almost like a frog, silently blessing the dance gods for making the younger male so flexible. “Soo, baby, hold his legs like this. This way he can’t move. It’s just us.” The noise Jongin lets out is pure aphrodisiac to Jongdae and Kyungsoo does what he is asked.
“This feels so good, even without moving.” Kyungsoo looks completely blissed out, his normally wide eyes half-mast and his mouth open, panting for breath as two other men lay on top of him. He shifts his arms from around Jongin to holding his legs up by their sides. He then shifts only enough to bend his legs and get his feet flat on the bed. “Hyung, lets show Jongin-ah how we do it, ok?”
The grin he gives Jongdae over Jongin’s shoulder is downright nasty and Jongdae bites his lip. “Fuck yeah.” Jongdae mumbles, biting down harder as Kyungsoo shifts under them, finding enough leverage to thrust up, making Jongin groan and Jongdae thrust his own hips forward.
With Kyungsoo’s thrust they begin a pattern. Jongdae pulls out as Kyungsoo thrusts in and on each of Jongdae’s thrusts back into Jongin’s scorching heat Kyungsoo pulls out to repeat the motion. They build on this, moving faster and forcing their hips harder against Jongin's, their cocks deeper into him. Their pace speeds up enough that Jongin can do nothing but rock against them, mewling at each harsh thrust to his prostate. "Hyung, it's too much." Jongin’s voice is ragged, breaking as Jongdae bites down on the skin at the base of his neck, sucking a mark into tan skin.
"Soo, don't let him come. Not yet." Jongdae’s voice is rough, pitch deeper than usual.
"Yes." The word is a hiss out of Kyungsoo’s mouth. His hands let go of Jongin’s legs, one squeezing between their stomachs to make a tight circle at the base of Jongin’s cock and the other finding the back of the youngest's head to fist in his hair and pull him down for a kiss that is more tongue than anything else.
"No, please, hyung, don't." Jongin whines as soon as Kyungsoo gives him space to breathe, shifting so his knees are more under him and he can thrust back against the two pressing into him.
"Fuck, Jongin." The dancer's hips rolling back into his makes the eldest lose his rhythm and Jongdae struggles to keep up with his boyfriend.
"I'm close." Without Jongdae countering his thrusts Kyungsoo’s hips stutter and he presses even harder into Jongin.
"Come Soo, come for us." Jongdae keeps moving his hips forward and back as Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut, his whole body going rigid as he comes, wet heat pouring into the Jongin, the tight space already beyond capacity. At the feeling Jongin tenses, his walls contracting and fluttering as a dry orgasm is wrenched out of him. "Fuck." Jongdae grits his teeth and comes, Jongin’s walls pressing down on them and the feeling of Kyungsoo coming against him in the slick heat too much. Jongdae’s chest tightens and he's sure he's going to pass out when his orgasm finally ends.
"Hyung, please." Jongin sounds on the verge of tears and Jongdae rolls off of him and to the side, taking the younger man with him. Both Jongdae and Kyungsoo slip free of Jongin’s body in the process. Jongdae ends up mostly on his back, head on his pillows and Jongin’s back half pressed to his chest and half on the bed. Kyungsoo finally let's go of Jongin’s erection and Jongdae’s hand grips the base.
"Jonginnie, you've been so very good so your hyungs are going to reward you now." Jongin lets out a pained moan and Jongdae holds in a laugh.
"Yes, so very good." Kyungsoo rolls so he is on his side, facing them. He moves Jongin’s leg so that it is hooked over Jongdae’s, opening him up again. Kyungsoo leans forward and captures Jongin’s lips in a slow kiss, slipping three fingers through the mess dripping out of Jongin and pressing them into his stretched and thoroughly used hole.
Jongdae strokes Jongin lightly, whispering to him as he kisses up his neck. "Soo loves to finger me. He's so good at it, don't you think?" Kyungsoo does not play around this time but instead angles his fingers to find Jongin’s prostate, pressing against it relentlessly. Instead of answering Jongin groans into Kyungsoo mouth, coming in thick ropes all over their chests and Jongdae’s fingers.
Neither of the singers take their hands off the youngest until he has shuddered all the way through his orgasm, falling back limp into Jongdae’s arms. "You look so pretty like this Jongin-ah. It's a pity to clean you up." (Jongdae agrees. As much as he likes pearly ropes of semen against his and Kyungsoo’s pale skin, he can't help but think it looks even better standing out against tan.)
Jongin can't seem to find words and his eyelashes flutter, completely drained. Kyungsoo leans over him and Jongdae, reaching for a box of baby wipes and cleaning all three of them with careful strokes over sensitive skin. (Jongin had often wondered about the wipes on Jongdae’s bedside table, having never seen his hyung use them for anything. They feel wonderfully cool and refreshing against his overheated skin.)
"Thank you Jongin-ah." Kyungsoo leaves the bed to throw out the used wipes and when he gets back he settles in on Jongdae’s other side, drawing the blankets up and over the three of them.
Jongdae makes a noise of agreement, rolling over so Jongin is draped over his back and his face is in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck. Jongin’s arm tentatively settles around his waist and Jongdae can't help but smile against Kyungsoo’s skin. He snuggles back against Jongin and uses his hand to make sure Jongin’s finds Kyungsoo’s side. He gives a small sigh of contentment. "This is exceptionally nice. Next time, maybe I'll try being in the middle."
Kyungsoo snorts and smiles. "I'm going to hold you to that."
"Me too hyung."
A/N: This took so long, but Chensoo just gives me so many feels, as does Kaichen and Kaisoo…so here is this. I really love the tiny singers together, they are just both perfect little monsters…
I hope you enjoyed this, please review! I sort of want to make this into a thing, with Kaichensoo and maybe Chensoo sleeping with other members (Baekhyun, Kris?)
Thank you for reading!