Come the Night (Part 2)
He arrives later that night at Julien's apartment, wearing a thin, slightly too big gray shirt with a dipping v-neck and black skinny jeans.
He's had to talk to himself all evening, while he drove home from practice and showered and changed into clean clothes and did his hair, and then watched tv mindlessly, waiting for 8 o'clock to arrive.
Now, he's waiting for Julien to open the door and feeling horribly skittish.
He's about to run away and never look back when the door opens. Julien is standing there wearing a baby blue button up and white pants that hug his thighs. He smells fresh and clean and Changmin sort of wants to bury his face in his neck.
"Changminnie," he says, smiling, and all of Changmin's fear and anxiety evaporates with just the sound of his name said so softly and affectionately. He feels himself relax, and knows this evening will be good. Julien reaches out to take his wrist and pull him inside.
He closes the door behind Changmin and then kisses him, and Changmin hums as he kisses back. They break apart after a moment, and Changmin takes off his shoes and comes inside the apartment he's come to know so well. Jiwon is sitting on the couch watching television, but he stands up and comes closer when he sees Changmin.
"Can I have a kiss too?" he says, grinning.
Changmin doesn't hesitate this time; he walks right up to Jiwon and puts his hands on his broad shoulders, leaning up slightly on his tippy toes to kiss him.
Jiwon smiles into the kiss, apparently happy, and then says "You taste so good Changminnie."
Changmin makes a sound, and he thinks he could spend the entire evening kissing Jiwon's soft lips, but behind him Julien makes an impatient sound.
"Speaking of things tasting good, let's have dinner now."
Jiwon breaks away, and takes Changmin's hand. "Hold on, not yet. Come here Changmin I have something for you."
Jiwon looks at Julien, and Julien suddenly grins and walks towards his room. "Come on."
Changmin lets Jiwon lead him after Julien.
When they get there, Julien is already rummaging around in his closet, and finally takes out a black bag.
He walks over to Changmin and hands the bag to him.
Jiwon lets go of his hand and stands behind him, arms around his waist as he watches over Changmin's shoulder. Changmin takes it a bit hesitantly, and after one glance inside he snaps it closed. He looks up at Julien and then twists in Jiwon's arms to look at him, both who are watching him carefully.
"Open it Changminnie, we bought it just for you," Jiwon says, voice low and husky, dropping kisses on the back of his neck.
He looks back down at the bag, and opens it again slowly. Yupp, still there. Carefully, almost delicately, he takes out the two items in the bag.
A butt plug. And a cock ring.
He stares at them both for a second as if he's never toys before.
"You'll wear both of those while we have dinner, okay baby?" Jiwon says, kissing the side of his neck now.
Changmin hesitates. He didn't know there would be toys.
"You can still say no Changmin-ah. You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Julien says, walking over and circling his own arms around Changmin's waist, forcing his arms between the front of Jiwon's body and the back of Changmin's.
Jiwon hums his agreement, smoothing his hands across Changmin's abs.
Sandwiched between the two taller men, Changmin feels safe and warm. He makes a decision.
"No it's- I'll do it."
"Are you sure?" Jiwon asks.
"Yes. I want to."
Jiwon makes a pleased sound and Julien kisses his shoulder. "Good boy. Put both on and use how much ever lube you need to, it's over there. Come out whenever you're ready, okay pretty boy?"
"Okay."
They both kiss his cheeks and then leave, closing the door softly behind them.
Changmin stares at the toys in his hands, suddenly rethinking his life choices. He lets out a huff, and then thinks fuck it, I've already come this far.
He opens both items, and shoves his pants down to his thighs. He fits the cock ring onto himself, and it's uncomfortable at first but he manages to adjust the straps so that its still doing its job, but not uncomfortably so. He grabs the lube Julien has left on the nightstand. After thinking for a second, he takes a condom out of Julien's drawer too, and then rolls it onto the butt plug. He squeezes some lube onto his hand and spreads it on the butt plug. He preps himself quickly and then pushes the plug into his body.
It's a little...weird, at first. Especially when he moves just slightly and the plug moves around inside him. It just barely hits his prostate and Changmin repeats the movement, trying to get it to push against it more firmly and the plug stabs at his prostate. Changmin lets out an involuntary moan of pleasure. But that move was awkward and there was no way he could keep doing that. The plug reaches just deep enough to tickle against it and keep him on the edge of pleasure. His cock is already half hard. Changmin groans; is this what he was going to have to deal with through dinner?
He pulls his pants up and cleans up his mess, washing his hands in Julien's en suite. Taking a deep breath, he opens the bedroom door and steps into the living room. It's empty, and Changmin hears sounds from the kitchen so he heads there, hyperaware of the plug and cock ring.
Both of the older men are preparing dinner, talking as they work.
Changmin stands in the doorway, content to watch them. They notice him soon enough, and Julien takes his hand and pulls him into the room.
"You're pretty and all but you still have to work," Julien teases. "Go set the table. Utensils are in that drawer."
"Aww but hyung~" Changmin whines, dragging himself to the drawer Julien pointed at in a show of childishness.
Jiwon slaps his ass lightly, causing the plug inside him to move and Changmin to yelp, jumping away from him. Jiwon just grins at him. "How does it feel?"
Changmin shifts. "Alright, I guess."
"Is it hurting you?"
"No." And it wasn't. It almost felt good, if he could just get some more Goddamn friction against his prostate.
"Okay good. Now do work," Jiwon says, turning back to the stove.
Changmin grumbles under his breath the entire time as he proceeds to take out the necessary utensils. He goes back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table, carrying plates and glasses and a wine bottle. Every move shifts the plug inside him, and Changmin wants so badly to just touch himself and shove it deeper in, but he can't and instead becomes harder and harder. The cock ring is certainly doing its job.
Finally the table is all set and dinner is ready; they all gather around the dining table, Changmin sitting next to Julien with Jiwon across from him.
And fuck.
The minute he sits he half jumps back up. The butt plug had moved deeper into him and stabbed right into his prostate, and the pleasure the movement gave was almost too much. He just barely suppresses a moan, instead letting out a choked sound.
Both Julien and Jiwon look at him, and then grin when they realize why he jumped up.
"Feels good Changminnie?" Jiwon says, looking way too happy.
"Um."
"Good, sit down."
Changmin hesitates for a moment, contemplates just eating dinner while standing, but Jiwon doesn't look like he'll take no for an answer, so he sits back down gingerly. It doesn't do him much good; the plug is pushing against his prostate and he thinks he'll die before dinner is over. His cock is swelling to an uncomfortable size, and he wants so badly to rip off the cock ring and jack off, but he can't. He tries not to shift too much, and they begin to eat.
He pours wine into both their glasses, and then his own. They certainly don't seem to be in any rush; they take their time eating, chatting about basketball and strategies and wines, the last only so Changmin would join in. He has become uncharacteristically quiet, sure that he will moan the second he opens his mouth, and so he keeps quiet. His face is flushed from both the wine and the constant tendrils of pleasure curling up his spine. They keep prodding at him to talk, and he feels really accomplished when he can share his knowledge of red wines without making any embarrassing sounds.
And they still take their time. It's been about 20 minutes since they started eating, and Jiwon is still sipping at his wine. Changmin is sure the bastard is doing it on purpose.
Changmin squirms around in his seat; his cock feels like it will burst and he kinda wants to cry, the pleasure thrumming against him like pelts of rain, bordering on painful now. His boxers have long been wet with precum.
Julien takes pity on him, and puts his hands underneath his arms before lifting him onto his lap, seating him sideways on his thighs with his ass half in the air. The plug isn't pushing into his prostate anymore, and Changmin is so relieved he wants to kiss Julien. So he does, wrapping his arms around Julien's neck and pressing his lips to his.
Jiwon and Julien both chuckle at his dilemma, and he just glares at Jiwon as Julien feeds him pieces of chicken, chewing angrily and doing his best to let Jiwon know how mad he is at him.
Jiwon just raises a damn eyebrow and continues sipping his wine.
Jiwon has no mercy whatsoever. The strictness in him isn't just on the court, apparently. He takes his time cleaning up, making sure the kitchen is spotless while Changmin sits in Julien's lap.
Really, who actually wipes the floor as soon as they finish eating?
Well Changmin does, but he haughtily ignores this fact as he glares daggers at Jiwon's back.
After cleaning up the kitchen they move to the living room, where Jiwon flounces onto the sofa and reaches for the control, calmly turning it on and flipping through channels.
Changmin stands dumbstruck, unable to believe this man. Here he is about to explode and Jiwon is watching tv? Unbelievable.
Julien moves passed him and stretches out on the other couch, motioning for Changmin to join him. Changmin throws Jiwon another angry look, but Jiwon completely ignores him, high school aged actors and bad acting on tv apparently more interesting.
He goes over to Julien and lies on top of him, hard as fuck cock rubbing against Julien's abs and giving him more friction than he needs at the moment. He moans, because it feels so fucking good and he wants more but he's not getting it and tries to get up, but then Julien wraps his arms around his waist and kisses him. Changmin's lips are turned down into a pout, and Julien laughs.
"What's the matter, pretty boy?"
"Jiwon hyung is an ass," Changmin whines into his jaw, lifting his hips so that his cock isn't touching anything. He's too hard, it hurts too much.
"I heard that," Jiwon calls from the other couch, and when Changmin turns to glare at him the bastard isn't even looking at him.
"Good," he spits out, ready to murder someone, preferably him.
Jiwon finally turns his eyes away from the screen and looks at him, and Changmin thinks that if the cock ring hadn’t been restricting him he would have come just from the look in his eyes alone. It was so commanding, so what did you just say, that Changmin feels his anger dissipate and excitement crawls up his body.
The look in his eyes clearly says come here, and Changmin switches tactics, getting off Julien and coming to Jiwon. Clearly his anger means nothing to Jiwon, so he’ll try something else. This method, at least, has never failed to get him what he wants.
He straddles Jiwon’s lap, folding his long legs on either side of Jiwon’s legs, and circles his arms around his neck. The plug pushes against his prostate again, sending a jolt of pleasure through him, and this time he doesn’t try to keep the moan back, letting Jiwon know exactly how turned on he is.
“Hyung please,” Changmin whimpers, licking his lips and pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth and his jaw and his neck, hoping his show of neediness will sway Jiwon.
And it does.
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