I See Me [All Over You] - for praxisss
Title: I See Me [All Over You]
For: praxisss
Pairing: Jongdae/Joonmyun/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild snowballing, double penetration, facial, scripted like a bad porn
Word count: 3650
Summary: Two for the price of one.
Jongdae is feeling the long hours of the day crashing in, the last of his energy giving way for a sluggish sort of shuffle as he finally makes it back to the dorm. The lights are all off and he frowns, fumbling until he flicks on the switch for the lamp. Usually someone - Joonmyun - leaves it on for the last person home, but Jongdae’s too drained to even be annoyed.
All he wants is to slip into bed - Joonmyun’s bed preferably - and nuzzle into his boyfriend’s arms before falling asleep. And after the day he’s had, he damn well deserves it. He decides against bothering with food and heads directly down the hall and toward their shared room, hoping that he’s lucky enough to find Jongin sleeping elsewhere.
There’s a familiar noise coming from the other side of the door and Jongdae stops in his tracks, eyes wide because he must be hearing things. Jongdae is more tired than he thought, and possibly hornier too because he could have sworn he heard the sweet melody of Joonmyun moaning. He shakes his head, reaching out for the knob when the sound rings loud and clear even through the wood of the door.
Jongdae freezes.
Joonmyun is moaning and it’s delicious, Jongdae’s heart speeding and blood rushing straight to his cock. Without waiting any longer, he pushes open the door to their room and steps inside. What he anticipates is catching his boyfriend in the middle of masturbating, with a hand around his cock and fingers shoved up his pert little ass, but that’s decidedly not what he sees.
Actually, Jongdae’s not entirely sure he’s seeing what he sees.
It’s all very confusing.
Everything stops, the figure between Joonmyun’s legs sliding back enough for Joonmyun’s cock to slip from his lips as he grins up at Jongdae from where he’s kneeling on the floor. Joonmyun can’t stop flicking his eyes between the two of them, clearly confused and unsure what to do.
“This is new,” is what Jongdae finally says, pushing the door closed behind him.
This man who looks exactly (not slightly or kinda or even resembling, but exactly) like Jongdae stands, wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth on his sleeve. “Well now I know why this little sex kitten here didn’t put up a fight,” he says in Jongdae’s voice as he glances over at a naked Joonmyun who looks like he may be in shock.
“That sex kitten is my boyfriend,” Jongdae responds.
Not-Jongdae grins. “I’ve always had good taste.”
“Who are you?”
The imposter Jongdae walks over to real Jongdae and eyes him up and down. “I’m you, of course. Or rather, the you from fourteen - or is it fifteen - dimensions over.” He plucks one of the pins off Jongdae’s desk with his stage name written out and holds it up. “You can call me Chen.”
Jongdae sees the flash of a metal ring on Chen’s finger and it looks very similar to the ridiculous symbol the company assigned him when doling out super powers for their debut. And he’d question the authenticity of Chen’s claim, but what are the odds of him having a twin brother out there that suddenly just showed back up in his life. Other-dimension doppelganger it is.
“So you skipped through dimensions to what? Seduce my boyfriend?”
Chen is closing in, a little too close for comfort, but Jongdae refuses to back down, standing his ground like a grown man even if the evil glint in Chen’s eyes is unsettling. Does he look like that when he’s up to no good, too?
“If pretty boy over there is your boyfriend, then I guess you come as a package deal.”
Jongdae swallows, looking over Chen’s shoulder to see Joonmyun. He’s laying there naked, bottom lip in his teeth, pupils blown wide and dick still hard as he watches the two of them. Jongdae’s gut twists and not unpleasantly because it was pretty hot watching himself between Joonmyun’s legs.
He finds himself smiling at his mirror image.
“I guess so.”
Kissing himself is a little odd, but Joonmyun’s surprised gasp is worth it. Jongdae kisses Chen with enthusiasm, letting out a low laugh when they both manage to twist and lick in the same way at the same moment, tongues curling together. His laugh is cut off when Chen nips at him, teeth sinking in enough for Jongdae to moan.
Jongdae opens his eyes and watches Joonmyun, locks gazes with him as he kisses Chen with more enthusiasm, putting on a show. He makes sure Joonmyun can see the way their tongues meet, fisting a hand in the back of Chen’s hair to pull him closer.
Chen gives as good as he gets and soon Jongdae’s eyes are closing of their own accord, body heating and pushing against Chen’s as they practically make-out in front of Joonmyun.
“I think someone’s feeling left out,” Chen mumbles as he trails kisses down Jongdae’s neck.
Joonmyun, thus far, had been mostly quiet and patient, but now he’s running the palm of his hand over his cock, hips jerking into the rough touch. And, well, there’s no reason at all for Joonmyun to need to lay hands on himself with two men willing to take care of him.
Joonmyun scoots nearly to the headboard by the time they get to him and they each grab an ankle, dragging him down until he’s flat on his back. Jongdae crawls up to him and lets Joonmyun bring him in for a kiss. His lips are soft and wet, eyes squeezed shut as his mouth falls open with a sudden moan. A quick look and Jongdae sees that Chen is now settled comfortably between Joonmyun’s spread legs, cock in his hand and tongue flicking over the tip.
“Is this alright?” Jongdae asks Joonmyun, worried that this may be a bit much. But Joonmyun is quick to nod his head, wrap thin fingers around Jongdae’s wrist to squeeze as his hips roll up when Chen swallows down the entirety of his cock.
Jongdae pulls away from Joonmyun’s mouth, lips gliding over the flush skin of his neck, nipping at his throat just to hear the hitch in his breath. Tearing Joonmyun down is always such a beautiful thing - stealing all that strength and resolve he keeps as a mask and letting the real man shine through. Jongdae adores seeing him shake and moan and gasp as he finally lets go of his worries and takes in everything Jongdae wants to give him.
And now he can do it twice over.
He’s slow as he makes his way down Joonmyun’s chest, mapping over familiar territory with his tongue and teeth. There’s a path of red bite marks over his ribs and Jongdae knows he’ll get hell for it later, but it’s worth it. Joonmyun looks positively debauched, biting down on his bottom lip now so his moans don’t wake the rest of the dorm.
And Jongdae takes that as a challenge.
Joonmyun is flexible, legs spreading easily enough for Jongdae to fit between them with Chen at his side. One shared smirk later and both their mouths are on Joonmyun’s cock. He takes great care to curl his tongue around the base, licking up as Chen sucks hard around the tip. Joonmyun’s mouth opens, but he’s still silent. With a huff, Jongdae pushes Chen away and takes all of Joonmyun’s cock at once, head bobbing down fast as he hollows his cheeks.
Joonmyun’s voice finally cracks on a broken moan, hips jerking up hard enough to gag Jongdae. Chen laughs and Jongdae cuts his eyes at him, trying to look as threatening as he can with a dick still down his throat. “No need to get so riled up,” Chen mutters.
Joonmyun’s cock slips from Jongdae’s mouth and he has a witty retort just dangling on the tip of his tongue, but Chen pulls him in by his hair for a kiss. It’s messy, both their lips and chins coated in saliva. Chen tastes like Joonmyun and Jongdae wants to lick it all off.
“Would someone put their mouth back on me please?” Joonmyun groans. Jongdae feels a rush of affection for his boyfriend because he’s always so polite, even when he’s being demanding.
“Glady,” Chen answers with a lecherous grin.
Chen doesn’t blow Joonmyun the way Jongdae does; he’s slow, taking care to drag the tip of his tongue around every sensitive area before swallowing him down. A few bobs of his head and he starts over again, and joonmyun groans, completely flustered. Jongdae has to admit he enjoys the play of frustration and pleasure tug-of-warring over his face, eyebrows furrowing and eyes burning as he watches his dick disappear inside Chen’s mouth again.
Jongdae tugs his own shirt off over his head, a palm pushing firmly against his own erection as he makes for the lube. It’s stashed in a plain box under the bed, right next to the condoms, and Jongdae grabs those too. When he takes up his vacated space once more, Jongdae sees Joonmyun struggling to keep his hands balled in his pillow instead of in Chen’s hair. So he graciously leans up and kisses Joonmyun, stealing one of those hands and moving it down.
“I don’t think -” Joonmyun starts, trying hard to speak as Jongdae sneaks kisses between the words.
“Pull my hair,” Chen mumbles and it puts an end to the argument. Joonmyun holds on tight and both he and Chen moan when he tugs.
Jongdae kisses him one last time before slinking back down. He pops the cap on the lube and squeezes a decent amount on his fingers, spreading it around before tossing the bottle aside. It’s easy enough to elbow Chen to the side enough for Jongdae to fit his fingers in the cleft of Joonmyun’s ass. Jongdae knows it’s cold, listening for that hiss of air before he teases around his rim.
As soon as he pushes the tip of his finger through, Joonmyun comes with a loud moan, slapping his free hand over his mouth too late. Jongdae sees Chen’s throat working to swallow it all down and it’s strangely erotic. He reaches out to brush his hand over the veins in Chen’s neck and up to his lips to wipe away a little white beaded at the corner. With Chen and Joonmyun both staring, Jongdae licks his finger clean with a pleased hum.
Chen nearly attacks Jongdae’s mouth and Jongdae gets a good taste of Joonmyun’s come that he hadn’t swallowed yet. There are hands on his pants, tugging the fabric down to his knees and Jongdae sucks in a sharp breath when Chen fists his cock, thumb swiping over the tip and teasing around the crown. Jongdae nearly forgets his purpose, but then Joonmyun tightens around his finger, reminding him very abruptly.
Jongdae does his best to stretch Joonmyun open while being stroked off, Chen mercifully leaving his mouth and edging behind him so he can at least see what he’s doing. It’s easy to slip two digits inside Joonmyun, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm that only falters when Chen decides he wants to add another mark to Jongdae’s back. He’s sure there are dark bruises all the way up his spine now, but he can’t complain when he can feel Chen’s cock pushing against the cleft of his ass. He grinds back purposely, just to hear Chen moan.
It’s distracting, the way Chen keeps touching him, teasing him. The hand on his dick is gone and Jongdae moans as he’s pulled down onto his back beside Joonmyun’s legs so Chen can pull his pants the rest of the way off. Jongdae takes note of how fully dressed Chen is and seeks to remedy that immediately.
Their kiss is dirty, licking into each other’s mouth to draw out moans as Jongdae and Chen work together to get his clothes off. His naked body slides over Jongdae’s, one hand fisting in Jongdae’s hair to hold him still as he nips at his ear lobe and moves downward. Jongdae twists, trying to draw Joonmyun in to the mix when his breath catches in his throat.
Joonmyun is watching them with dark eyes, three fingers deep in his ass and a hand tugging on his cock. “One of you needs to fuck me.”
The lack of a please on the end of that command has Jongdae lunging for the condoms, grabbing one and ripping the package open. Chen takes it from him and rolls it down Jongdae’s dick for him. “Ride him,” Chen instructs Joonmyun.
Jongdae settles with his back against the headboard, guiding Joonmyun with hands on his soft, smooth thighs until he’s sinking down on his cock. The heat is intense, his body tight and pulsing around his cock like Joonmyun was sculpted just for this purpose - for Jongdae to take and own and keep as his.
Joonmyun braces himself with an elbow hooked behind Jongdae’s neck when he starts rolling his hips, head falling back to expose the beautiful, untouched expanse of his neck. It isn’t long before Chen is attached to it, coming up to Joonmyun’s back is resting against his chest. His hands rest in the cradle of Joonmyun’s hips, fingers gripping around the sharp curve of his bone to aid him, control the pace. When Joonmyun lets out a long, drawn out moan, it’s Chen who muffles it with his mouth.
Jongdae stares at the way Joonmyun melts against Chen and wonders if that’s what the others see when they’re the unfortunate victims of walking in on them. Something wet runs in a half-circle around Joonmyun’s rim and Jongdae nearly bites off the tip of his tongue at the sudden clenching around his cock.
“Can I?” Chen asks, voice raspy and barely audible, but they both hear. Joonmyun gives a nod and rests his head back on Chen’s shoulder. Chen looks at Jongdae and keeps his gaze steady as he pushes one finger inside Joonmyun to rest against Jongdae’s cock.
The pressure is nice, the friction better, but Joonmyun’s hips stop moving when Chen squeezes another alongside it. Jongdae teases around the base of Joonmyun’s cock, smirking when he sees it twitch and hears Joonmyun’s heavy sigh. With both hands, Jongdae keeps Joonmyun occupied, his mind focused on the soft glide of his fingers up and down his cock, catching the precome on the tip and smearing it down.
Chen fits three fingers snug beside Jongdae’s cock, the pads stroking him purposely; Jongdae can tell by the smile twitching at the corners of Chen’s mouth. When they’re gone, Joonmyun whines, weight falling downward and Jongdae catches him with an arm around his waist.
Jongdae rubs circles on Joonmyun’s back with his thumb as he kisses him, gently rocking his boyfriend on his lap as Chen slides on a condom and coats himself with lube. “Whenever you want to stop, just say so,” Jongdae tells Joonmyun.
The bed dips with Chen’s weight settling behind Joonmyun and they maneuver him back, Jongdae’s legs out and spread so Chen can fit between. Chen kisses Joonmyun’s neck, a hand resting low on his stomach as Jongdae pulls apart Joonmyun’s cheeks.
The initial push has Joonmyun dropping back to rest on Chen’s chest again, leaving Jongdae keep him held open. It’s tight, the head of Chen’s cock pushing through as they guide Joonmyun’s hips down. Joonmyun goes stiff, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. Neither Jongdae nor Chen move until he relaxes. The rest of him slides in smoothly until they’re both bottomed out inside Joonmyun’s ass.
It’s weird.
There’s a pressure on his dick that’s nearly suffocating and Joonmyun is clamping down on them hard. They wait long enough for him to calm down, even out his breathing. Jongdae shifts a little and Joonmyun gasps, eyes popping open.
Chen moves Joonmyun up with hands on his waist, then lets him fall. All three of them moan, Joonmyun’s body sucking them in as he begins fucking himself on his own. Joonmyun is beautiful between Jongdae and Chen, skin flush and sweaty, hair a mess and body so pliant as he wraps one arm around Chen’s neck and the other around Jongdae’s.
Jongdae and Chen keep still, letting Joonmyun do as he pleases. Joonmyun rests his weight on his knees and ramps up the pace from slow to quick, dropping down on their cock hard enough to bury them to the hilt before lifting again. It’s nearly overwhelming - the tight, slick heat that rubs rough around Jongdae’s cock.
Joonmyun is lost in the feel of it, whining when Jongdae grabs him to hold him still before he can move down. The only thing holding him open are the tips of their dicks and Jongdae gives Chen a wink before thrusting up.
It takes a few tries before they get it right, Jongdae’s cock filling Joonmyun as Chen’s nearly pulls out. And then it’s Chen pushing in and Jongdae sliding out over and over as Joonmyun is held stationary between them. His thighs tremble, sobbing moans spilling from his lips as they press to Jongdae’s throat, his cheek, anywhere Joonmyun can reach.
Joonmyun’s fingers curl in Jongdae’s hair for purchase, their foreheads pressed together as Joonmyun is fucked senseless. Jongdae adores seeing Joonmyun so open, all those errant thoughts he has constantly running through his head now drowned out by pleasure. Jongdae fucking loves Joonmyun and he tells him that.
Jongdae comes to the sound of Joonmyun’s hoarse voice in his ear telling him how good he feels inside him. His hips stutter, thrusting through his orgasm before he stills. Joonmyun’s weight falls back, and he goes lax on Chen, spreading his thighs wider so Jongdae can see his cock moving in and out of him.
Jongdae wraps fingers around Joonmyun’s cock, tugging roughly in a pace that matches Chen’s until white ropes shoot out over his hand. Joonmyun is always quiet when he comes, like everything is trapped inside him and forced out through his cock instead of in a moan. He shakes, jerks into Jongdae’s fist to ride it out.
It’s not long until Chen follows, face buried in Joonmyun’s hair.
The sound of heavy breathing fills the room, three men toppling over onto the mattress and spreading out to cool off. Jongdae ties up his condom and tosses in the general direction of the trash can. He’s pretty sure Chen just drops his by the side of the bed.
Jongdae’s too tired to care, eyes slipping shut and mind pleasantly buzzing as he decides to just rest for a second before moving.
Jongdae didn’t realized he’d drifted off to sleep until he wakes up and looks down just in time to see his cock disappearing inside Chen’s mouth. His brain scrambles to play catch up, remind him that this isn’t some weird wet dream like that one he’d had in high school where his reflection in the mirror seduced him.
Chen’s mouth feels great, especially when Jongdae rolls his hips up and Chen takes it without complaint, without pulling off. He lets Jongdae fuck his mouth as Joonmyun watches, fingers stroking up and down his own cock, but not hard enough to do more than tease, build up the arousal.
“There’s something I want to see,” Joonmyun says and Jongdae’s never been able to deny him.
What Joonmyun wants to see is Jongdae face down, ass up with Chen’s fingers curling inside him deliciously enough for him to bury his face in the plushness of Joonmyun’s thigh to keep from screaming. Soon enough he feels the burn of Chen’s cock sliding inside him and Jongdae finally feels a little relief.
Joonmyun has a front row seat, cock hitting against Jongdae’s cheek as he watches Chen fucking Jongdae into the mattress. When Jongdae finally gets his bearings, rocking his hips back to meet each of Chen’s thrusts, he slurps down Joonmyun’s cock like a lollipop. Joonmyun pets through Jongdae’s hair leisurely, nails scratching along his scalp. He lets out these soft sighs and content hums as Jongdae sucks his cock as best he can.
Chen isn’t as easy going, his hips hitting against Jongdae’s ass with every thrust. He just knows he’s going to have new bruises to add to the collection in the morning. Jongdae moans, Joonmyun’s cock heavy on his tongue and Chen’s cock plunging deep inside his ass turning him into an overheated mess. His thighs slip open wider and he pushes his ass up higher, enjoying the feel of Chen’s fingers on his waist as he uses the grip to rock his entire body.
Joonmyun pushes Jongdae off his dick, working his fist over it fast until he comes. It lands mostly on Jongdae’s face - across his cheek, running down his nose and probably some in his hair. Joonmyun swipes a little off with his thumb and licks it clean with a knowing grin.
Jongdae would say something, possibly try to kiss Joonmyun except Chen is getting faster, rattling his entire frame with every brutal snap forward. He tries to keep up, but it’s useless and Jongdae can only hold on to Joonmyun as he’s fucked into a stupor. When Chen comes, Jongdae comes, his vision goes dark around the edges and he whines, face pressed into Joonmyun’s stomach.
The emptiness that follows isn’t pleasant and Jongdae groans when he slumps onto the mattress, boneless and sweaty and unwilling to move. If Joonmyun wants him off, he can roll Jongdae over himself.
“I’m a damn good fuck,” Chen muses aloud and Jongdae has to agree.
This time when Jongdae wakes up, it’s to the sunlight pouring through the curtains and only one man in bed with him. Joonmyun smiles up at Jongdae and brings him down for a kiss. Jongdae wraps an arm around his waist, wanting to pull Joonmyun on top of him, but Joonmyun hisses and jerks away with a frown.
“I love you,” Joonmyun declares. “But my ass doesn’t right now.”
For: praxisss
Pairing: Jongdae/Joonmyun/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild snowballing, double penetration, facial, scripted like a bad porn
Word count: 3650
Summary: Two for the price of one.
Jongdae is feeling the long hours of the day crashing in, the last of his energy giving way for a sluggish sort of shuffle as he finally makes it back to the dorm. The lights are all off and he frowns, fumbling until he flicks on the switch for the lamp. Usually someone - Joonmyun - leaves it on for the last person home, but Jongdae’s too drained to even be annoyed.
All he wants is to slip into bed - Joonmyun’s bed preferably - and nuzzle into his boyfriend’s arms before falling asleep. And after the day he’s had, he damn well deserves it. He decides against bothering with food and heads directly down the hall and toward their shared room, hoping that he’s lucky enough to find Jongin sleeping elsewhere.
There’s a familiar noise coming from the other side of the door and Jongdae stops in his tracks, eyes wide because he must be hearing things. Jongdae is more tired than he thought, and possibly hornier too because he could have sworn he heard the sweet melody of Joonmyun moaning. He shakes his head, reaching out for the knob when the sound rings loud and clear even through the wood of the door.
Jongdae freezes.
Joonmyun is moaning and it’s delicious, Jongdae’s heart speeding and blood rushing straight to his cock. Without waiting any longer, he pushes open the door to their room and steps inside. What he anticipates is catching his boyfriend in the middle of masturbating, with a hand around his cock and fingers shoved up his pert little ass, but that’s decidedly not what he sees.
Actually, Jongdae’s not entirely sure he’s seeing what he sees.
It’s all very confusing.
Everything stops, the figure between Joonmyun’s legs sliding back enough for Joonmyun’s cock to slip from his lips as he grins up at Jongdae from where he’s kneeling on the floor. Joonmyun can’t stop flicking his eyes between the two of them, clearly confused and unsure what to do.
“This is new,” is what Jongdae finally says, pushing the door closed behind him.
This man who looks exactly (not slightly or kinda or even resembling, but exactly) like Jongdae stands, wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth on his sleeve. “Well now I know why this little sex kitten here didn’t put up a fight,” he says in Jongdae’s voice as he glances over at a naked Joonmyun who looks like he may be in shock.
“That sex kitten is my boyfriend,” Jongdae responds.
Not-Jongdae grins. “I’ve always had good taste.”
“Who are you?”
The imposter Jongdae walks over to real Jongdae and eyes him up and down. “I’m you, of course. Or rather, the you from fourteen - or is it fifteen - dimensions over.” He plucks one of the pins off Jongdae’s desk with his stage name written out and holds it up. “You can call me Chen.”
Jongdae sees the flash of a metal ring on Chen’s finger and it looks very similar to the ridiculous symbol the company assigned him when doling out super powers for their debut. And he’d question the authenticity of Chen’s claim, but what are the odds of him having a twin brother out there that suddenly just showed back up in his life. Other-dimension doppelganger it is.
“So you skipped through dimensions to what? Seduce my boyfriend?”
Chen is closing in, a little too close for comfort, but Jongdae refuses to back down, standing his ground like a grown man even if the evil glint in Chen’s eyes is unsettling. Does he look like that when he’s up to no good, too?
“If pretty boy over there is your boyfriend, then I guess you come as a package deal.”
Jongdae swallows, looking over Chen’s shoulder to see Joonmyun. He’s laying there naked, bottom lip in his teeth, pupils blown wide and dick still hard as he watches the two of them. Jongdae’s gut twists and not unpleasantly because it was pretty hot watching himself between Joonmyun’s legs.
He finds himself smiling at his mirror image.
“I guess so.”
Kissing himself is a little odd, but Joonmyun’s surprised gasp is worth it. Jongdae kisses Chen with enthusiasm, letting out a low laugh when they both manage to twist and lick in the same way at the same moment, tongues curling together. His laugh is cut off when Chen nips at him, teeth sinking in enough for Jongdae to moan.
Jongdae opens his eyes and watches Joonmyun, locks gazes with him as he kisses Chen with more enthusiasm, putting on a show. He makes sure Joonmyun can see the way their tongues meet, fisting a hand in the back of Chen’s hair to pull him closer.
Chen gives as good as he gets and soon Jongdae’s eyes are closing of their own accord, body heating and pushing against Chen’s as they practically make-out in front of Joonmyun.
“I think someone’s feeling left out,” Chen mumbles as he trails kisses down Jongdae’s neck.
Joonmyun, thus far, had been mostly quiet and patient, but now he’s running the palm of his hand over his cock, hips jerking into the rough touch. And, well, there’s no reason at all for Joonmyun to need to lay hands on himself with two men willing to take care of him.
Joonmyun scoots nearly to the headboard by the time they get to him and they each grab an ankle, dragging him down until he’s flat on his back. Jongdae crawls up to him and lets Joonmyun bring him in for a kiss. His lips are soft and wet, eyes squeezed shut as his mouth falls open with a sudden moan. A quick look and Jongdae sees that Chen is now settled comfortably between Joonmyun’s spread legs, cock in his hand and tongue flicking over the tip.
“Is this alright?” Jongdae asks Joonmyun, worried that this may be a bit much. But Joonmyun is quick to nod his head, wrap thin fingers around Jongdae’s wrist to squeeze as his hips roll up when Chen swallows down the entirety of his cock.
Jongdae pulls away from Joonmyun’s mouth, lips gliding over the flush skin of his neck, nipping at his throat just to hear the hitch in his breath. Tearing Joonmyun down is always such a beautiful thing - stealing all that strength and resolve he keeps as a mask and letting the real man shine through. Jongdae adores seeing him shake and moan and gasp as he finally lets go of his worries and takes in everything Jongdae wants to give him.
And now he can do it twice over.
He’s slow as he makes his way down Joonmyun’s chest, mapping over familiar territory with his tongue and teeth. There’s a path of red bite marks over his ribs and Jongdae knows he’ll get hell for it later, but it’s worth it. Joonmyun looks positively debauched, biting down on his bottom lip now so his moans don’t wake the rest of the dorm.
And Jongdae takes that as a challenge.
Joonmyun is flexible, legs spreading easily enough for Jongdae to fit between them with Chen at his side. One shared smirk later and both their mouths are on Joonmyun’s cock. He takes great care to curl his tongue around the base, licking up as Chen sucks hard around the tip. Joonmyun’s mouth opens, but he’s still silent. With a huff, Jongdae pushes Chen away and takes all of Joonmyun’s cock at once, head bobbing down fast as he hollows his cheeks.
Joonmyun’s voice finally cracks on a broken moan, hips jerking up hard enough to gag Jongdae. Chen laughs and Jongdae cuts his eyes at him, trying to look as threatening as he can with a dick still down his throat. “No need to get so riled up,” Chen mutters.
Joonmyun’s cock slips from Jongdae’s mouth and he has a witty retort just dangling on the tip of his tongue, but Chen pulls him in by his hair for a kiss. It’s messy, both their lips and chins coated in saliva. Chen tastes like Joonmyun and Jongdae wants to lick it all off.
“Would someone put their mouth back on me please?” Joonmyun groans. Jongdae feels a rush of affection for his boyfriend because he’s always so polite, even when he’s being demanding.
“Glady,” Chen answers with a lecherous grin.
Chen doesn’t blow Joonmyun the way Jongdae does; he’s slow, taking care to drag the tip of his tongue around every sensitive area before swallowing him down. A few bobs of his head and he starts over again, and joonmyun groans, completely flustered. Jongdae has to admit he enjoys the play of frustration and pleasure tug-of-warring over his face, eyebrows furrowing and eyes burning as he watches his dick disappear inside Chen’s mouth again.
Jongdae tugs his own shirt off over his head, a palm pushing firmly against his own erection as he makes for the lube. It’s stashed in a plain box under the bed, right next to the condoms, and Jongdae grabs those too. When he takes up his vacated space once more, Jongdae sees Joonmyun struggling to keep his hands balled in his pillow instead of in Chen’s hair. So he graciously leans up and kisses Joonmyun, stealing one of those hands and moving it down.
“I don’t think -” Joonmyun starts, trying hard to speak as Jongdae sneaks kisses between the words.
“Pull my hair,” Chen mumbles and it puts an end to the argument. Joonmyun holds on tight and both he and Chen moan when he tugs.
Jongdae kisses him one last time before slinking back down. He pops the cap on the lube and squeezes a decent amount on his fingers, spreading it around before tossing the bottle aside. It’s easy enough to elbow Chen to the side enough for Jongdae to fit his fingers in the cleft of Joonmyun’s ass. Jongdae knows it’s cold, listening for that hiss of air before he teases around his rim.
As soon as he pushes the tip of his finger through, Joonmyun comes with a loud moan, slapping his free hand over his mouth too late. Jongdae sees Chen’s throat working to swallow it all down and it’s strangely erotic. He reaches out to brush his hand over the veins in Chen’s neck and up to his lips to wipe away a little white beaded at the corner. With Chen and Joonmyun both staring, Jongdae licks his finger clean with a pleased hum.
Chen nearly attacks Jongdae’s mouth and Jongdae gets a good taste of Joonmyun’s come that he hadn’t swallowed yet. There are hands on his pants, tugging the fabric down to his knees and Jongdae sucks in a sharp breath when Chen fists his cock, thumb swiping over the tip and teasing around the crown. Jongdae nearly forgets his purpose, but then Joonmyun tightens around his finger, reminding him very abruptly.
Jongdae does his best to stretch Joonmyun open while being stroked off, Chen mercifully leaving his mouth and edging behind him so he can at least see what he’s doing. It’s easy to slip two digits inside Joonmyun, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm that only falters when Chen decides he wants to add another mark to Jongdae’s back. He’s sure there are dark bruises all the way up his spine now, but he can’t complain when he can feel Chen’s cock pushing against the cleft of his ass. He grinds back purposely, just to hear Chen moan.
It’s distracting, the way Chen keeps touching him, teasing him. The hand on his dick is gone and Jongdae moans as he’s pulled down onto his back beside Joonmyun’s legs so Chen can pull his pants the rest of the way off. Jongdae takes note of how fully dressed Chen is and seeks to remedy that immediately.
Their kiss is dirty, licking into each other’s mouth to draw out moans as Jongdae and Chen work together to get his clothes off. His naked body slides over Jongdae’s, one hand fisting in Jongdae’s hair to hold him still as he nips at his ear lobe and moves downward. Jongdae twists, trying to draw Joonmyun in to the mix when his breath catches in his throat.
Joonmyun is watching them with dark eyes, three fingers deep in his ass and a hand tugging on his cock. “One of you needs to fuck me.”
The lack of a please on the end of that command has Jongdae lunging for the condoms, grabbing one and ripping the package open. Chen takes it from him and rolls it down Jongdae’s dick for him. “Ride him,” Chen instructs Joonmyun.
Jongdae settles with his back against the headboard, guiding Joonmyun with hands on his soft, smooth thighs until he’s sinking down on his cock. The heat is intense, his body tight and pulsing around his cock like Joonmyun was sculpted just for this purpose - for Jongdae to take and own and keep as his.
Joonmyun braces himself with an elbow hooked behind Jongdae’s neck when he starts rolling his hips, head falling back to expose the beautiful, untouched expanse of his neck. It isn’t long before Chen is attached to it, coming up to Joonmyun’s back is resting against his chest. His hands rest in the cradle of Joonmyun’s hips, fingers gripping around the sharp curve of his bone to aid him, control the pace. When Joonmyun lets out a long, drawn out moan, it’s Chen who muffles it with his mouth.
Jongdae stares at the way Joonmyun melts against Chen and wonders if that’s what the others see when they’re the unfortunate victims of walking in on them. Something wet runs in a half-circle around Joonmyun’s rim and Jongdae nearly bites off the tip of his tongue at the sudden clenching around his cock.
“Can I?” Chen asks, voice raspy and barely audible, but they both hear. Joonmyun gives a nod and rests his head back on Chen’s shoulder. Chen looks at Jongdae and keeps his gaze steady as he pushes one finger inside Joonmyun to rest against Jongdae’s cock.
The pressure is nice, the friction better, but Joonmyun’s hips stop moving when Chen squeezes another alongside it. Jongdae teases around the base of Joonmyun’s cock, smirking when he sees it twitch and hears Joonmyun’s heavy sigh. With both hands, Jongdae keeps Joonmyun occupied, his mind focused on the soft glide of his fingers up and down his cock, catching the precome on the tip and smearing it down.
Chen fits three fingers snug beside Jongdae’s cock, the pads stroking him purposely; Jongdae can tell by the smile twitching at the corners of Chen’s mouth. When they’re gone, Joonmyun whines, weight falling downward and Jongdae catches him with an arm around his waist.
Jongdae rubs circles on Joonmyun’s back with his thumb as he kisses him, gently rocking his boyfriend on his lap as Chen slides on a condom and coats himself with lube. “Whenever you want to stop, just say so,” Jongdae tells Joonmyun.
The bed dips with Chen’s weight settling behind Joonmyun and they maneuver him back, Jongdae’s legs out and spread so Chen can fit between. Chen kisses Joonmyun’s neck, a hand resting low on his stomach as Jongdae pulls apart Joonmyun’s cheeks.
The initial push has Joonmyun dropping back to rest on Chen’s chest again, leaving Jongdae keep him held open. It’s tight, the head of Chen’s cock pushing through as they guide Joonmyun’s hips down. Joonmyun goes stiff, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. Neither Jongdae nor Chen move until he relaxes. The rest of him slides in smoothly until they’re both bottomed out inside Joonmyun’s ass.
It’s weird.
There’s a pressure on his dick that’s nearly suffocating and Joonmyun is clamping down on them hard. They wait long enough for him to calm down, even out his breathing. Jongdae shifts a little and Joonmyun gasps, eyes popping open.
Chen moves Joonmyun up with hands on his waist, then lets him fall. All three of them moan, Joonmyun’s body sucking them in as he begins fucking himself on his own. Joonmyun is beautiful between Jongdae and Chen, skin flush and sweaty, hair a mess and body so pliant as he wraps one arm around Chen’s neck and the other around Jongdae’s.
Jongdae and Chen keep still, letting Joonmyun do as he pleases. Joonmyun rests his weight on his knees and ramps up the pace from slow to quick, dropping down on their cock hard enough to bury them to the hilt before lifting again. It’s nearly overwhelming - the tight, slick heat that rubs rough around Jongdae’s cock.
Joonmyun is lost in the feel of it, whining when Jongdae grabs him to hold him still before he can move down. The only thing holding him open are the tips of their dicks and Jongdae gives Chen a wink before thrusting up.
It takes a few tries before they get it right, Jongdae’s cock filling Joonmyun as Chen’s nearly pulls out. And then it’s Chen pushing in and Jongdae sliding out over and over as Joonmyun is held stationary between them. His thighs tremble, sobbing moans spilling from his lips as they press to Jongdae’s throat, his cheek, anywhere Joonmyun can reach.
Joonmyun’s fingers curl in Jongdae’s hair for purchase, their foreheads pressed together as Joonmyun is fucked senseless. Jongdae adores seeing Joonmyun so open, all those errant thoughts he has constantly running through his head now drowned out by pleasure. Jongdae fucking loves Joonmyun and he tells him that.
Jongdae comes to the sound of Joonmyun’s hoarse voice in his ear telling him how good he feels inside him. His hips stutter, thrusting through his orgasm before he stills. Joonmyun’s weight falls back, and he goes lax on Chen, spreading his thighs wider so Jongdae can see his cock moving in and out of him.
Jongdae wraps fingers around Joonmyun’s cock, tugging roughly in a pace that matches Chen’s until white ropes shoot out over his hand. Joonmyun is always quiet when he comes, like everything is trapped inside him and forced out through his cock instead of in a moan. He shakes, jerks into Jongdae’s fist to ride it out.
It’s not long until Chen follows, face buried in Joonmyun’s hair.
The sound of heavy breathing fills the room, three men toppling over onto the mattress and spreading out to cool off. Jongdae ties up his condom and tosses in the general direction of the trash can. He’s pretty sure Chen just drops his by the side of the bed.
Jongdae’s too tired to care, eyes slipping shut and mind pleasantly buzzing as he decides to just rest for a second before moving.
Jongdae didn’t realized he’d drifted off to sleep until he wakes up and looks down just in time to see his cock disappearing inside Chen’s mouth. His brain scrambles to play catch up, remind him that this isn’t some weird wet dream like that one he’d had in high school where his reflection in the mirror seduced him.
Chen’s mouth feels great, especially when Jongdae rolls his hips up and Chen takes it without complaint, without pulling off. He lets Jongdae fuck his mouth as Joonmyun watches, fingers stroking up and down his own cock, but not hard enough to do more than tease, build up the arousal.
“There’s something I want to see,” Joonmyun says and Jongdae’s never been able to deny him.
What Joonmyun wants to see is Jongdae face down, ass up with Chen’s fingers curling inside him deliciously enough for him to bury his face in the plushness of Joonmyun’s thigh to keep from screaming. Soon enough he feels the burn of Chen’s cock sliding inside him and Jongdae finally feels a little relief.
Joonmyun has a front row seat, cock hitting against Jongdae’s cheek as he watches Chen fucking Jongdae into the mattress. When Jongdae finally gets his bearings, rocking his hips back to meet each of Chen’s thrusts, he slurps down Joonmyun’s cock like a lollipop. Joonmyun pets through Jongdae’s hair leisurely, nails scratching along his scalp. He lets out these soft sighs and content hums as Jongdae sucks his cock as best he can.
Chen isn’t as easy going, his hips hitting against Jongdae’s ass with every thrust. He just knows he’s going to have new bruises to add to the collection in the morning. Jongdae moans, Joonmyun’s cock heavy on his tongue and Chen’s cock plunging deep inside his ass turning him into an overheated mess. His thighs slip open wider and he pushes his ass up higher, enjoying the feel of Chen’s fingers on his waist as he uses the grip to rock his entire body.
Joonmyun pushes Jongdae off his dick, working his fist over it fast until he comes. It lands mostly on Jongdae’s face - across his cheek, running down his nose and probably some in his hair. Joonmyun swipes a little off with his thumb and licks it clean with a knowing grin.
Jongdae would say something, possibly try to kiss Joonmyun except Chen is getting faster, rattling his entire frame with every brutal snap forward. He tries to keep up, but it’s useless and Jongdae can only hold on to Joonmyun as he’s fucked into a stupor. When Chen comes, Jongdae comes, his vision goes dark around the edges and he whines, face pressed into Joonmyun’s stomach.
The emptiness that follows isn’t pleasant and Jongdae groans when he slumps onto the mattress, boneless and sweaty and unwilling to move. If Joonmyun wants him off, he can roll Jongdae over himself.
“I’m a damn good fuck,” Chen muses aloud and Jongdae has to agree.
This time when Jongdae wakes up, it’s to the sunlight pouring through the curtains and only one man in bed with him. Joonmyun smiles up at Jongdae and brings him down for a kiss. Jongdae wraps an arm around his waist, wanting to pull Joonmyun on top of him, but Joonmyun hisses and jerks away with a frown.
“I love you,” Joonmyun declares. “But my ass doesn’t right now.”