Would You Do It? (Can I?)
Title: Would You Do It? (Can I?)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They’re both drunk, singing trot songs awkwardly at the top of their lungs at a dead end in Jaejoong’s neighborhood when Yoochun blurts it out. “Yunho hyung’s hot.”
A/N: for xiahwase at dongbangkinki’s ‘mass kink prompt post’. Kink was Troilism (The erotic interest in watching one’s romantic partner engage in sexual behavior with a third party, sometimes while hidden). Thanks to dbskmeddled and the love of my life/fics vaguelynormal for beta-ing :D
A/N2 for xiahwase: It’s entirely possible that I failed at your prompt. It might not be exactly what you wanted, but I tried my best. I hope you like it *crosses fingers*
They’re both drunk, singing trot songs awkwardly at the top of their lungs at a dead end in Jaejoong’s neighborhood when Yoochun blurts it out. “Yunho hyung’s hot.”
Yoochun, when completely plastered, is also completely honest. He doesn’t remember anything come morning. But Jaejoong, who’s got a higher level of tolerance, is merely pleasantly buzzed despite drinking just as much. Even as the sun rises, rays of light putting an end to their drunken escapade- Jaejoong can’t quite forget.
Jaejoong
These days Jaejoong wishes he was always drunk. At least then he can kind of explain why he thinks his best friend and his boyfriend huddled over a class assignment sitting oh so close makes his heart race. At least then he can blame it on the alcohol. At least then…But being sober allows for no reasons and only makes it worse.
He can’t really lie to himself about how much he enjoys watching them together. He sees Yoochun’s little touches and they mean so much more now. Yunho, ever the affectionate one, returns them freely, unknowingly-the possibilities make Jaejoong’s mouth run dry.
It’s not that he isn’t happy. He is, incredibly so. Yunho is…perfect. But Yoochun is…uncharted territory. It becomes an itch he can’t quite scratch, something that won’t leave him alone, no matter how much he tries to tell himself he’s being stupid.
So he ends up watching-watching, wanting, wishing-for things he shouldn’t.
Yoochun
Something’s happened; he knows this for a fact. Maybe he’s done something, said something, or was the cause of some mishap-just that there is something. He’s sure of it in the way Jaejoong watches him with an undecipherable gaze, often staring for a moment too long before looking away as if nothing happened. It’s unnerving in the same way it sparks his curiosity.
He’s always been more on the quiet side, even with the people he’s comfortable with. He’s never been watched like this, like his every move fascinates. Yoochun would be flattered if it didn’t make him so self-conscious. He can’t say he doesn’t like it, not when Jaejoong’s always been someone just out of his reach, too far in the realm of friends to be anything more. But now...
Jaejoong has no business watching him when Yoochun can barely take his eyes off Yunho.
Yunho
“Yunho-yah, you love me, right?”
Yunho groans in mid-sigh, the car’s door handle digging painfully into his side. “This isn’t the best time to feel insecure, Boo,” he says through gritted teeth. He does his best to thrust up, given the limited space available in the back seat of Jaejoong’s car. How he had ever agreed to car sex, he doesn’t know, just that damn Jae and his fetish for having sex in the most uncomfortable places. He isn’t saying no.
Jaejoong lifts his head, pulling his mouth away from where it hovers over Yunho’s cock. He gives it good squeeze and thumbs the head. “You didn’t answer the question.” Yunho arches, back bowed and neck drawn out, only to hit his temple none too gently against the tinted window. “Ow! Jae, no fair chea-”
“Yes or no,” Jaejoong says, dipping his head to lick at the sensitive skin under Yunho’s balls.
“Yes-God yes-fuck do that again.”
“Good answer,” Jaejoong smirks, turning his head to nibble appreciatively at Yunho’s inner thigh. He takes his time, kissing his way up the underside of Yunho’s cock, sucking on the vein that throbs there. His hands part Yunho’s thighs as far as they’ll go in the tiny space, fingers unerring in the way they find what they’re looking for.
His mouth busies itself with Yunho’s cock as he presses an insistent finger against Yunho’s puckered hole. They can’t do anything flashy where they are, but it suits Jaejoong’s purposes just fine. “Last question,” he says with lips wrapped around the head. “If I asked you to do something, would you do it?”
Jaejoong
Jaejoong kisses Yoochun first, to show up on his radar as more than just friends-or at least as friends very willing to engage in a little something. Not to be arrogant, but Jaejoong’s pretty sure he’s left the younger man breathless, which is saying something considering Yoochun’s no virgin (in any sense of the word) and has made a bit of a name for himself as a Casanova.
It’s not as tentative as it should be, more like a familiar hi/hello than the surprise it is. They’ve done this before, probably not as often as they should have, Jaejoong thinks as Yoochun responds to his kisses in earnest. He doesn’t deepen them-cautious, wary, unsure of where this’ll lead-but makes do with what Jaejoong’s let him have so far.
He doesn’t know who breaks away first, but then Yoochun’s looking at him with fear in his eyes, disbelief, sadness, followed by would-be tears. Jaejoong can guess at every thought that races through his head, Yunho spear-heading every one. He kisses him again, a simple press of lips-something they’re more used to.
He’d be apologetic but he wants this a little too much.
--
Jaejoong kisses Yunho next, not quite like he always does. There’s fire in every slide of lips, intent in the way he lets their tongues twine, rhythm in tandem with the images of Yoochun eager and unresisting playing behind closed eyelids. They hadn’t done more than kiss but…the difference is in the kiss.
Yunho knows it’s different, doesn’t object to it, but knows that it can’t possibly be good for him. But Jaejoong’s sure he won’t say no. Yunho can’t say no. Not to him. Not when he’s going to enjoy this too.
He lets the kiss run its course, let’s Yunho feel his need, the want that simmers just beneath the surface. He lets Yunho know it’s there. It dictates what happens next: how fast the clothes go, how hard they kiss, and how urgent their bodies rub against each other.
The sex is hard and fast; as good as it always is, but this time it isn’t better.
Yunho
His hands brush an inch too close to Jaejoong’s crotch and Yunho’s eyes narrow. He can’t help but think that they’re sitting too close, whispering too low, and too engrossed in each other than is normal. Yunho’s sitting right there but it’s like he isn’t there at all. Jaejoong’s naturally a flirt and he knows of Yoochun’s reputation and it’s never been a problem before except…
Jaejoong shouldn’t smile like that at anyone but him. Yoochun can look at anyone else with those eyes, just not Jaejoong. They shouldn’t be sitting that close, shoulders brushing, hips and thighs aligned, feet bumping against each other’s under the table.
Funny thing is, he can’t really tell whom he’s more jealous of.
Yoochun
“He said he’d do anything,” Jaejoong tells him, lower than he has to just so he can whisper it into Yoochun’s ear. Yoochun stills--they’re sitting close enough at the desk for Jaejoong to feel it-and even his breath stalls for a moment when Jaejoong comes closer. Yunho’s finishing a math problem on the board up front, something complicated with x’s, y’s, and z’s-kind of like what Yoochun thinks Jaejoong’s pushing for.
Yoochun doesn’t get it, but Jaejoong’s never been good at subtlety. Yoochun’s particularly adept at deciphering whatever it is the older boy is trying to convey, he just can’t quite believe what he’s decoded this time. It has nothing to do with Jaejoong himself, and that’s what scares him.
Jaejoong kisses him-since that first time nothing farther or deeper than a lingering press of lips-but it’s Yunho’s name coming out of his mouth. How good looking Yunho is, how smart he is, how nice and kind and so many other little bits that Yoochun already knows. Then there are the things about himself.
‘You play the piano so well Yoochun-ah.’ ‘Chunnie, you’re so handsome.’ ‘Yoochun, when did you become so handsome?’
They’re pretty words that turn his head and prick his heart. He can’t say no to Jaejoong’s kisses even when he knows Yunho’s never far away. And see-that’s just the thing.
He kisses Jaejoong but it’s Yunho on his mind.
Yunho
He’s had weeks. Weeks to see them together, to watch them interact, Jaejoong’s whispers seeping into every touch and every look, giving more meaning to every action than there actually is. It’s come to the point where his eyes play tricks on him, making it look like they’re pressed together so tightly not even air will pass when in actuality they are merely standing side by side. Sometimes he thinks he’s seeing a tongue rimming the delicate shell of an ear, only to blink and have it revert to secrets innocently whispered.
Then there are other times, simple things like a shared glance over lunch or a casual pat on the back in class that have Yunho’s senses reeling. It makes for a healthy imagination, fueling his dreams with enough heat to have him waking up moaning, forced to find release with a swift hand instead. It’s odd though, because there are two names that spill from his lips as he spills onto his sheets.
Even worse is that he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
--
Seduction is tricky business. There are all sorts of things to consider: time, place, mood, lighting…so many aspects jam packed into a few hours of blissful sexual gratification. It takes work and thought and effort. It’s even trickier when you’re trying to seduce not one but two people and that takes talent.
Jaejoong credits his genius solely on himself and the fact that both Yunho and Yoochun can’t resist him. It’s probably mean of him to do so, but he’s caught them in the palm of his hands, and all to satisfy himself. But if everything works out like he’s planned it to, they’ll enjoy it too.
He takes Yoochun first, but only because Yoochun’s fascinated with him now. As for Yunho…Yunho’s never been able to say no to him anyway.
It’s all pretty innocent at first, nothing but their usual banter and comfortable camaraderie, and then it changes quickly. Jaejoong’s always been good at calling attention to himself-he doesn’t have to try too hard to make Yoochun aware of him. A sidelong glance and a heated gaze is all he needs to make the room seem hotter than it really is.
He’s never been particularly graceful-he lacks Yunho’s fluidity, his dancer’s body making every action smooth and connected. Neither does he have Yoochun’s lazy bearing, refined even at his most inebriated. What he does have, however, is intent. He makes it apparent in every step he takes in the quiet of his room, his purpose obvious even before he presses Yoochun against the bed and settles a knee between his thighs.
Yoochun doesn’t say no either. Not when he pulls him closer, erection evident even through layers of cloth as Jaejoong rubs against him, not even when Jaejoong kisses his neck pulling back the collar of his shirt to suck a bruise at his jugular. Jaejoong groans, an odd kind of satisfaction in being able to mark Yoochun like this. Yoochun echoes it, more from the way Jaejoong thrusts against him than satisfaction.
If anything, he’s left unsatisfied. The older boy has been teasing him for weeks, putting thoughts into his head, creating pictures in his mind that his dreams follow, resulting in nothing but early morning jerk-offs that leave him wanting still. They’re engrossed enough in each other that they don’t hear when the door opens. At least Yoochun doesn’t.
Yunho closes the door quietly, not really sure what he’s trying not to disturb. He leans against the door, hands trapped between his body and the wood. There are a lot of things he’s unsure about. Like why he doesn’t want to look towards the bed. Is he afraid of what he’ll find there, or afraid he won’t be able to look away? He looks, of course, and it’s like the bed has some kind of magnetic pull on his eyes. Or maybe it’s the people on it.
Jaejoong and Yoochun. Making out.
Why doesn’t that bother him more than it should?
Yoochun sees him, abruptly pushes Jaejoong away, and there’s fear in his eyes. Yunho can understand why. Anger, the initial reaction, simmers but ebbs away slowly leaving Yunho bare and breathless. He’s always been practical and what he’s left with right now is lust. The best way to get rid of it is to give in to it-Jaejoong taught him that.
He can be an ass, be all righteously indignant, but the feeling would be hollow and would only leave him unsatisfied. Jaejoong had told him what he wanted, what was going to happen, what to expect, and still Yunho had come.
Or he can let it happen, be driven insane with want and catered to. He still has a conscious and it’ll bother him in the aftermath when (not if, but when) he gives in, but he trusts himself. Trusts Jaejoong and what they have. Even trusts Yoochun who, despite his current position as a third party, has always been a valued friend and dongsaeng.
Jaejoong stands, makes his way to Yunho and wraps sure arms around his waist. He trembles a little before masking it with a well-timed hug and kisses Yunho. “I didn’t think you’d come,” he breathes against Yunho’s lips. I didn’t think I would either goes left unsaid.
They walk to the bed hand in hand, Yoochun watching them come closer till they both loom above him. He has to stretch his neck to see them now, more so to look Yunho in the eye only to look away again. Jaejoong sees his apprehension, leans into Yunho to whisper in his ear. Whatever he’s said has Yunho smiling a tiny smile, fighting a blush. “I didn’t know that,” Yunho says, and there’s a difference in the way he looks at Yoochun now.
Jaejoong whispers something else, furtive and too low for Yoochun to hear, even this close, but his words have a different effect now. Yunho looks at Jaejoong sharply, expression uncertain, eyes flitting to Yoochun’s face then back. “Really? A-are you sure?” he asks, obviously torn. Jaejoong just nods and Yoochun is left to gape as Yunho climbs onto the bed.
He passes Yoochun, shoulders brushing as he sprawls onto his back and watches the both of them with guarded eyes. “What did you say?” Yoochun wants to know, wants answers as to why Yunho’s on the bed looking like he’s waiting for someone to ravish him.
“Nothing much,” Jaejoong replies suddenly on his knees. He fits himself between Yoochun’s legs, face directly in front of Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun can’t say he’s unaffected. “Just that you think he’s hot. That you want him. That I want to see you fuck him.” He cups Yoochun through his jeans with one hand, nimble fingers of the other working the button and zipper. Yoochun doesn’t even have time to protest.
“What the fuck Jae-” the rest is lost in a moan, ripped from his throat as Jaejoong does wonders with his hands.
“You weren’t saying no earlier,” Jaejoong counters, logic on his side even with a hand down Yoochun’s pants. “And you don’t feel like you want to say no right now.” He gives Yoochun’s hardening cock a squeeze to prove his point. “Don’t fight it.”
“B-but but but-”
“Look at him,” Jaejoong urges, signaling towards Yunho behind them, watching them, eyes dark. “Look at him waiting for you. Not even I get to top him often, but the moment I tell him that you want to fuck him, he lies down and spreads his legs.” Yoochun doesn’t breathe. Jaejoong speaks the truth and his lungs cease to function.
“Don’t keep him waiting, Chunnie.”
Yoochun doesn’t quite know how it happens but suddenly Jaejoong is too far and Yunho is too close. He looms over the older boy, on all fours, straddling his legs, not touching, and hands dimpling the bed on either side of his head. Yunho makes the first move, hands settling on his hips, and Yoochun is lost.
He lowers his body slowly, not perfectly aligned-he’s not tall enough for that-and doesn’t take his eyes off Yunho’s. He’s difficult to read, but there’s an invitation there so Yoochun doesn’t feel bad about how good Yunho feels under him. He can hear Jaejoong’s whispered encouragements a little farther away. He hasn’t climbed onto the bed with them, still kneeling and watching them from the floor. Yunho rolls his hips and that’s all Yoochun needs to start.
They kiss and it’s obscene. It’s raw, and dirty, without finesse. Nothing but mouth, teeth, and tongues: swishing, licking, back and forth, trading spit and scraping gums. There’s nothing pretty about it but God does it make him hot.
His mouth goes dry, carding skittish fingers through Yunho’s hair as Yoochun rubs against him, both a preview and a guarantee of what he really wants to do. Jaejoong watches, can feel how Yunho’s kisses are eager but his body hesitant. He’s pliant but unresponsive, just gasps and moans into Yoochun’s mouth for Yoochun to swallow, but makes no moves of his own.
It’s sort of endearing how shy he’s being-but Jaejoong knows Yunho best. He knows just how well Yunho can move. Jaejoong wants to see it.
“Yunho-yah,” he says low into Yunho’s ear, his voice dark and husky. “Can you feel it? Can you feel it, Yunho-yah? How much Yoochun wants you? How much I want you?” he bites the tender lobe just as Yoochun grinds into Yunho’s crotch, bites it hard enough so that Yunho doesn’t know pleasure from pain.
“Watch, Yunho-yah, watch as Yoochunnie fucks you. Fucks you into the bed just for me. Don’t you want that?” he asks, all lust and sly fingers as he flicks a hardened nipple peaking through cloth. “He’ll fuck your brains out and you’ll scream my name.”
Jaejoong can see it in his head, the way Yoochun will enter him hard and fast, not enough prep. He can almost hear Yunho’s strangled gasp, his name lost in a pained breath. The way Yoochun will slow as Yunho’s body fights against him, the way Yunho will whimper at the pain while remembering the pleasure, how Jaejoong will kiss it all away.
The visual leaves him gasping, fingers gripping silken locks roughly of their own accord. It doesn’t have to stay in his imagination. It’s a very possible reality.
“Yoochun-ah.” He breathes against Yunho’s mouth. Jaejoong hopes the other boy knows what it means. There are no words, at least not on Yoochun’s part, and Jaejoong knows that Yunho can feel the difference.
The thrusting slows, Yoochun’s hands roving Yunho’s denim clad thighs, direction purposeful and intent unmistakable. Yunho stills involuntarily when fingers brush against his cock, already hard and aching trapped beneath the stiff fabric. Jaejoong grips his hair, tugs harder than necessary to pull Yunho’s attention back to him.
He kisses him then, full on the mouth, distracting Yunho with broad swipes of his tongue. He kisses with his eyes wide open, gaze averted so he can watch with dilating pupils as Yoochun pops the button on Yunho’s jeans. Jaejoong takes a moment for a long blink, eyes fluttering closed when he hears the zipper hiss on its way down. He almost doesn’t hear it through the rushing of blood in his ears.
The next time he opens his eyes, Yoochun’s cupping Yunho through his underwear and the latter’s voice breaks into a strangled moan. Yoochun squeezes and his hips jerk, body unable to keep from responding. “Can I?” Yoochun asks softly, reverently almost, as he outlines Yunho’s cock with curious fingers.
“Yoochun.” Is all Yunho manages to say, so Jaejoong answers for him.
“Do it.” He lets out in a hiss, and is rewarded with Yoochun’s immediate compliance.
“Yooch-nggh!” Yunho moans, needy and borderline desperate. Jaejoong can understand how he feels. Yoochun always did look best with something in his mouth.
Yoochun wraps pretty lips around the head, mouthing it through the fabric to make a wet spot; Yunho keens. The noises he’s making has Jaejoong thrusting into thin air where he kneels, hard beyond belief at the sight of his boyfriend’s cock in his best friend’s mouth.
“What do you think, Yunho-yah?” he breathes heavily into Yunho’s ear, “Doesn’t Yoochunnie look pretty with your cock in his mouth? Fuck Yunho-” he has to stop, body shaking with lust, trying to gather his wits with closed eyes and open-mouthed kisses pressed against Yunho’s jaw, his neck. “You don’t know how fucking good you two look right now. You make me wanna-”
“Jae.” Yoochun says, voice at its lowest register. His eyes are asking for permission, even as his fingers tug at Yunho’s underwear in question. Jaejoong can hear Yunho’s breath catch as Yoochun drags blunt nails just beneath the garter.
“Fuck yes.” It’s said without another moment’s hesitation. Yunho wants this too.
Yoochun doesn’t waste a second, pulling on the material till it bunches on Yunho’s thighs. Yunho’s cock juts from his body: red, swollen, and leaking. Yoochun licks his lips involuntarily at the sight, catching the plump flesh between sharp teeth before he asks for the second time, “Can I?”
This time, he isn’t asking Jaejoong.
“-Please.” Yunho half pleads, half moans. He really can’t say much else, not when Yoochun’s cheated, wrapped nimble fingers around the base of his cock even before he says anything.
The heat of Yoochun’s mouth is a stark contrast to the slight chill of his hands, warming quickly as they tease him. He laves at the head, pulling back the foreskin to tongue the slit. Fingers tighten on Yunho’s scalp and the pull would hurt if he didn’t like it so much.
Jaejoong growls obscenities into his ear as they watch Yoochun take in another inch of his cock. He sounds as breathless as Yunho feels: gasping when he gasps, Yoochun rolling his balls in one hand; moaning when he moans, Yoochun squeezing on an upstroke while grazing teeth just a little. But it’s funny when they both tense, Yoochun’s finger ghosting down the cleft of Yunho’s ass to nudge at his puckered hole.
“Can I?” he says for the third time, always, always asking for permission, cautious but not quite shy, voice almost too low for anyone to hear. He’s asking the both of them.
For once since this whole insanity started, Jaejoong hesitates and entertains a moment of doubt. It’s one thing to have your best friend blow your boyfriend, buts another thing to let your boyfriend get fucked by your best friend. The initial reaction is, of course, no, but they’ve already come this far, and really, he wants this way too much and Yunho’s just agreed and and and-
Fingers find and snake through his, gripping his hands in a bone crushing bind for control. Yunho arches, struggling for breath as Yoochun does more nudge. He’s got a finger in past the first knuckle before Jaejoong realizes Yunho’s begging because Yoochun won’t go any further.
“Jae-please please please-let him…Want-I-I-I-haah.” Yunho’s voice breaks as he cries out, Yoochun taking liberties, slipping more of his finger in, thinking Jae’s said yes or very close to doing so. Jaejoong can’t say he’s wrong.
There’s irony in his hesitation: he started it, Yoochun’s going along with it, and now they’ve got Yunho begging for it. Yunho who’s obviously not in the right mind to coherently answer and Jaejoong might be, but it’s not like he’s going to say no. Not at this point.
Fuck it-he’s always been a little in love with Yoochun anyway. Jaejoong finds himself nodding and resolves not to think about how easy it is. Yoochun’s smile-a small, knowing, happy smile-makes it worth it.
He pulls out, Yunho whining at the loss, but Yoochun compensates by giving the tip of his cock a quick, sucking kiss. His hands disappear for a moment and when they come back he’s grinning, holding up a small bottle of lube. Jaejoong recognizes it as the one supposedly hidden from his mattress.
“Sneaky bastard,” he mutters fondly and goes back to abusing Yunho’s nipple and watching Yoochun divest him of his jeans.
While the action isn’t slow, it’s definitely thorough. Jaejoong can feel his mouth dry and rehydrate itself abundantly as Yoochun tugs at the denim, revealing a delicious expanse of skin inch by inch. The skin is slightly paler than Yunho’s usual tan, his hips and thighs rarely seeing the light of day. Yoochun realizes the difference and teasingly shows his appreciation.
He peppers tame kisses down Yunho’s toned abdomen, opting to start a slow burn when he nips at a hip and licks wide stripes to the groin. He bites at Yunho’s inner thighs, taking a bit of the delicate skin into his mouth and sucking on it. He leaves a trail of blooming bruises down the insides, finishing off a large purple mass on the hollow just behind his knees the same moment he pulls off the rest of Yunho’s jeans.
They make quick work of his shirt, but even then Yoochun does most of the work. Jaejoong is content to pull it off and appreciate Yoochun’s speed. He’s always been the fastest and displays that particular skill now: already naked and rubbing against Yunho’s body in the most delicious way possible.
The height isn’t quite right; Yoochun’s not as tall as he should be to kiss properly in this position. He tries-and succeeds-in making up for it, lowering his head to take Yunho’s nipple into his mouth the same time their cocks brush. They’re both hard, leaking, and more than a little breathless-sentiments that Jaejoong shares and he has to wonder why he’s the only one still clothed.
The answer is, of course, obvious and right in front of him: Yoochun and Yunho are hot together. There’s no knowing when or if he’ll ever see them like this again so he leans back, undoes the button on his jeans and listens to the zipper hiss, and sighs as he strokes his cock in a rhythm faster than the way Yoochun’s grinding into Yunho’s crotch.
Yunho’s complaining of course, whining and groaning, biting his lower lip to keep from begging with words. One leg comes out from under their tangle of bodies to pull Yoochun closer, his calf thrown against the back of Yoochun’s thigh. Yunho thrusts up, hands tight on Yoochun’s ass, and Yoochun isn’t left unaffected. “Fuck,” Yoochun groans, arching away from Yunho as his vision blurs for a second and his body takes over.
Yoochun does his best not to come even when Yunho’s stuck a hand between them and stroking both their cocks. “Okay okay okay,” he presses against Yunho’s lips. Yoochun opts for a slightly awkward angle of lips in able to sneak his tongue into Yunho’s mouth and kiss him senseless.
Oh, they’ve kissed before, courtesy of Jaejoong’s odd habits and a drunken escapade or two. It’s never like this though, never quite sober, and never really with intent. Yoochun finds that Yunho isn’t sweet. He tastes like toothpaste, Jaejoong, and those expensive Chinese candies that don’t taste good at all, but are supposedly good for your health.
He smiles into the kiss a little, breaking the set pace of lips, tongue, teeth, lips, tongue, teeth. Yoochun finds it funny that kissing his best friend’s boy friend-the one he hasn’t been quite able to take his eyes off since forever-could possibly be healthy for him. Jaejoong’s boyfriend.
Jaejoong, who looks like sin as he’s sprawled away from them, legs spread wide with jeans bunched at his knees. There’s just jeans, no underwear, and the deliberateness of it all has Yoochun forgetting about Yunho writhing under him for a moment. For all of three seconds there’s nothing but Jaejoong and the fire in his gaze, watching, wanting, fucking them with his eyes.
Yunho sees the heat, shudders at more than just the slide of Yoochun’s body. He sits between Yunho’s legs, rubbing his hands on the undersides of Yunho’s thighs as Jaejoong looks on. It’s a look that sends heat straight to Yoochun’s cock, makes him quick and hasty as the first finger sinks itself into Yunho.
The older boy gasps, breath catching at the sudden intrusion that’s not quite pleasure but borders pain. Its tight, too tight, around that single digit and Yoochun shudders at the thought of how tight it’ll be with larger things inside him. He whispers apologies against heated skin, swirling his tongue around the head of Yunho’s waning cock till he’s hard again.
Yunho’s clutching at sheets but isn’t begging anymore. Yoochun resolves to fix that.
Yoochun sits back on his heels, legs spread for balance and for the comfort of his throbbing erection. This can’t last much longer; he’s been ready to come for the better part of an hour and has been half hard for the both of them far longer than that. Even if he might not last, he can at least make it worth Yunho’s while.
Jaejoong seems like he’s doing fine all by himself.
Yoochun drapes Yunho’s thighs over his own so that the older boy is slightly bent, ass angled upwards and perfect for the work Yoochun intends to do. The lube magically appears from somewhere between the sheets and Yoochun slicks his fingers, a tiny tremor in his hands making the process seconds longer than it should be.
He slips in the first digit and it’s still tight enough that Yunho’s feet scramble for the mattress even in their odd position. Yoochun gives him no time to adjust, adding a second finger only moments after the first. There’s pain, Yoochun knows, because Yunho tenses around him, hot and tight, not letting go.
It’s a little mean to take him like this, to make it hurt like it does, but Yoochun would like to think that Yunho harbors slightly masochistic tendencies and secretly enjoys the pain. He twists his fingers, fighting against Yunho’s tight heat even as Yunho’s knees press against his sides involuntarily to say it hurts.
Of course it hurts, Yoochun is tempted to say out loud, that’s what I want. He doesn’t think that’s relevant though, so opts for kisses up Yunho’s cock. He’s gone soft again, but not completely, the pain taking away more of his pleasure than Yoochun intended.
He’s suddenly sorry, scissoring his fingers slower, taking Yunho’s firm cock into his mouth. Pain from before has Yunho smaller, only half hard, and it’s easy for Yoochun to fit all of him in. But of course Yoochun is no novice and has perfected the art of sucking cock.
It isn’t long before Yunho relaxes again, letting the pleasure build till Yoochun’s stretched him enough that the third finger feels good. There’s a slightly moan as he goes fully hard again, the tip of his cock nudging more insistently against the back of Yoochun’s throat.
He thrusts involuntarily when Yoochun’s fingers brush against something that leaves him gasping. Yoochun gags just a little and his convulsing throat muscles make Yunho go, “Fuck Yoochun-ah-”
But Yoochun’s prepared this time, expects the roll of hips Yunho can’t quite control. He breathes through his nose, taking more into his mouth till his nose nuzzles Yunho’s groin. Yoochun moans around the cock in his mouth and Yunho comes off the mattress with a choked cry.
Jaejoong lets out a yelp of his own as he grips the base of his cock, stalling a would-be orgasm. He can’t come, not yet; they haven’t even got to the fun part, the one where Yoochun actually fucks Yunho with more than just fingers. He tries to focus his attention on the erotic in and out slide of Yunho’s erection from Yoochun’s mouth instead, Yoochun deep-throating him in a way that Jaejoong’s never quite mastered.
Jaejoong admires the way Yoochun does it almost effortlessly, whereas he can only do it after a lot of foreplay and only when he’s horny enough. It cements his earlier thought about Yoochun looking best with something in his mouth. Especially when that something is Yunho.
“Oh shit fuck Yoochun,” becomes a litany accompanied by a white knuckled grip through long strands. Yoochun holds him by the hips with fingers splayed and set to bruise, moaning like a slut because he can-and damn is he good at it. “Stop stop,” Yunho cries in an almost sob. “Please-now. In me.”
Jaejoong loses it right there. His ass tightens in an effort not to come, grip tighter than is healthy at the base of his cock and still orgasm rips through him. It comes in pulsing waves fueled by visuals and the reality in front of him. He shakes with it, falling on his side as the finally gives in to the overwhelming heat coursing through his veins, frying nerve endings as it spreads out from his cock like wildfire.
He strokes himself off, coming in long spurts across the floor to the sounds of Yunho’s pleading whimpers and Yoochun’s muffled groans. When he catches his breath, the next time he opens his eyes Jaejoong finds that he’s missed quite a lot. “Shit Yunho fuck. Don’t do that.” Yoochun says through gritted teeth.
Harsh and panting, the effort to breathe is apparent in the erratic rise and fall of his chest. He’s got one of Yunho’s legs thrown over a shoulder, both hands on Yunho’s ass, spreading him open as he pushes himself inside. It’s a tight fit, Jaejoong knows through experience. Bottoming occasions for Yunho are far and few between, but with good reason: not only is he good at fucking, but also being fucked.
Jaejoong’s embarrassed himself almost every time, coming too early or growing hard again too soon. But it’s good all the time, no matter who’s doing the fucking and the fact that it’s neither of them this time pulls another shudder across Jaejoong’s heated skin.
“Haah haah-it hurts,” Yunho pants as Yoochun cants forward. He’s fighting his way in, fingers never quite the same as the real thing. Yunho’s used to longer prep; Jaejoong makes sure to start the foreplay hours before any of the actual fun happens. It’s part of the reason those times never last long, both of them so hard and ready that there’s nothing to do but fuck.
Yoochun hasn’t even done half that and the result has Yunho whimpering and toeing that line between pleasure and pain, more pain than pleasure. It has Jaejoong thinking about the bruises he’ll find later, lines of reddened skin and fingerprints he’ll be able to nurse and trace over with his tongue for days on end. Thoughts like that stir his cock again, blood rushing south alarmingly fast. It’d be kind of funny if it weren’t so damn hot.
On the bed Yoochun’s got himself balls deep and Yunho winces when he can’t hold back a jerk of his hips. The angle’s a bit odd, Yoochun shaking and too far gone to hold both himself and Yunho up. “Sorry sorry sorry,” he murmurs through clenched teeth. “Okay now?”
He can’t breathe, not properly at least, when he can feel Yunho all around him so tight, too hot, and muscles working to accommodate him. Yoochun’s always been a bit special: average in length, but a little wider in width. It’s kind of why he’s sorry when he gives a tiny thrust even before Yunho says it’s okay to move.
There are two gasps, one from Jaejoong on the floor that Yoochun can’t decipher and one of pain from under him. Yunho tightens around him, muscles tense in a reflexive action and Yoochun can’t hold back anymore. He can only turn his head and be very, very sorry as he mouths the hollow behind Yunho’s knee.
It’s literally a fight to pull out, Yunho’s body clenched around him, and Yoochun all but slams back in. There are muted cries, whether of pain or not, he doesn’t know, but he isn’t told to stop so Yoochun figures it’s okay to keep going. Instinct takes over, bending him forward to add force to his thrusts. Yunho cries out again and Yoochun’s just coherent enough to know he’s done something right.
“Shit Yoochun…--ah hurts but-God right there-so good fu-nngh,” he moans loudly at the rush of hot fluid when Yoochun comes inside him. He keeps thrusting all through his orgasm, knowing Yunho’s close but not quite there yet. His body spends itself quickly though, after being held back for so long, Yunho’s cock juts still hot, hard, and heavy against Yoochun’s stomach. It’s then that Jaejoong decides to help.
“Suck.” He demands, holding out two fingers still glistening with his come. Yunho does instantly, willing to do almost anything at this point for that tip in the scales, that little something to help him over the edge. “Suck.” Jaejoong says again, and this time he’s looking at Yoochun.
Yoochun doesn’t get it at first, mind and body still uncooperative and floating in post coital bliss. He catches on half a second late when it finally registers that there’s a cock in front of him, and of course he sucks it; what else is he supposed to do?
He swallows it-all of it-all in one go, just shoves the whole thing down his throat and sucks-hard. His orgasm has him pliant enough not to need it slow, able to make it fast enough and good enough for Yunho who’s sucking on three of Jaejoong’s fingers like they're Jaejoong’s cock. It could be the poor lighting, but Yoochun swears there’s a glitter at the corner of Yunho’s eyes, a thin shimmer of liquid as he begs for release, words garbled through the fingers in his mouth.
The thought of Yunho’s tears sends a jolt of lust to Yoochun’s gut-how fucked up is that?-and Jaejoong latches onto a nipple just as Yoochun thinks to press a thumb against Yunho’s abused hole. It happens to be just what Yunho needs.
Their eyes lock, his and Jaejoong’s, as Yunho spills, near scalding down Yoochun’s throat. He drinks it down hungrily, watched by feral brown eyes as he milks Yunho through his release, sucking even when Yunho’s gone soft, making him shudder with every hollow of his cheeks.
Yoochun slumps forward when there’s nothing left for him to suck, sprawled boneless on Yunho’s stomach in an awkward position. His face comes close enough to Jaejoong’s to witness Jaejoong come a second time: his quiet gasp, the way his eyes cloud, mind far away and focused on the motions of a hand suspiciously absent and not being sucked.
They break eye contact, but only because Jaejoong has to shut his eyes, takes more of Yunho’s nipple and the surrounding skin into his mouth and bites down hard, muffling a hoarse cry, leaving marks. Yunho jerks reflexively from the pain but is mostly unresponsive. One look and Yoochun knows it’s likely he’s passed out.
Jaejoong heaves one final breath, exhausted but satisfied. He opens his eyes, sees the way Yoochun smiles fondly at Yunho’s sleeping form. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand, sends a strike of foreboding rippling through the haze his orgasm has left him in. Yoochun’s eyes turn to Jaejoong, watching him with that same gaze. Jaejoong’s heart hurts.
He hopes Yoochun knows this is just a one time thing.
A/N: so this was basically porn with almost no plot. I think I kinda enjoyed writing this! I’ve come a long way from NOT writing porn to having it in most of what I’ve written recently. Talk about complete 180 xP also, super junior plug-in, do you see? do you see? XD
Comments are ♥~
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They’re both drunk, singing trot songs awkwardly at the top of their lungs at a dead end in Jaejoong’s neighborhood when Yoochun blurts it out. “Yunho hyung’s hot.”
A/N: for xiahwase at dongbangkinki’s ‘mass kink prompt post’. Kink was Troilism (The erotic interest in watching one’s romantic partner engage in sexual behavior with a third party, sometimes while hidden). Thanks to dbskmeddled and the love of my life/fics vaguelynormal for beta-ing :D
A/N2 for xiahwase: It’s entirely possible that I failed at your prompt. It might not be exactly what you wanted, but I tried my best. I hope you like it *crosses fingers*
They’re both drunk, singing trot songs awkwardly at the top of their lungs at a dead end in Jaejoong’s neighborhood when Yoochun blurts it out. “Yunho hyung’s hot.”
Yoochun, when completely plastered, is also completely honest. He doesn’t remember anything come morning. But Jaejoong, who’s got a higher level of tolerance, is merely pleasantly buzzed despite drinking just as much. Even as the sun rises, rays of light putting an end to their drunken escapade- Jaejoong can’t quite forget.
Jaejoong
These days Jaejoong wishes he was always drunk. At least then he can kind of explain why he thinks his best friend and his boyfriend huddled over a class assignment sitting oh so close makes his heart race. At least then he can blame it on the alcohol. At least then…But being sober allows for no reasons and only makes it worse.
He can’t really lie to himself about how much he enjoys watching them together. He sees Yoochun’s little touches and they mean so much more now. Yunho, ever the affectionate one, returns them freely, unknowingly-the possibilities make Jaejoong’s mouth run dry.
It’s not that he isn’t happy. He is, incredibly so. Yunho is…perfect. But Yoochun is…uncharted territory. It becomes an itch he can’t quite scratch, something that won’t leave him alone, no matter how much he tries to tell himself he’s being stupid.
So he ends up watching-watching, wanting, wishing-for things he shouldn’t.
Yoochun
Something’s happened; he knows this for a fact. Maybe he’s done something, said something, or was the cause of some mishap-just that there is something. He’s sure of it in the way Jaejoong watches him with an undecipherable gaze, often staring for a moment too long before looking away as if nothing happened. It’s unnerving in the same way it sparks his curiosity.
He’s always been more on the quiet side, even with the people he’s comfortable with. He’s never been watched like this, like his every move fascinates. Yoochun would be flattered if it didn’t make him so self-conscious. He can’t say he doesn’t like it, not when Jaejoong’s always been someone just out of his reach, too far in the realm of friends to be anything more. But now...
Jaejoong has no business watching him when Yoochun can barely take his eyes off Yunho.
Yunho
“Yunho-yah, you love me, right?”
Yunho groans in mid-sigh, the car’s door handle digging painfully into his side. “This isn’t the best time to feel insecure, Boo,” he says through gritted teeth. He does his best to thrust up, given the limited space available in the back seat of Jaejoong’s car. How he had ever agreed to car sex, he doesn’t know, just that damn Jae and his fetish for having sex in the most uncomfortable places. He isn’t saying no.
Jaejoong lifts his head, pulling his mouth away from where it hovers over Yunho’s cock. He gives it good squeeze and thumbs the head. “You didn’t answer the question.” Yunho arches, back bowed and neck drawn out, only to hit his temple none too gently against the tinted window. “Ow! Jae, no fair chea-”
“Yes or no,” Jaejoong says, dipping his head to lick at the sensitive skin under Yunho’s balls.
“Yes-God yes-fuck do that again.”
“Good answer,” Jaejoong smirks, turning his head to nibble appreciatively at Yunho’s inner thigh. He takes his time, kissing his way up the underside of Yunho’s cock, sucking on the vein that throbs there. His hands part Yunho’s thighs as far as they’ll go in the tiny space, fingers unerring in the way they find what they’re looking for.
His mouth busies itself with Yunho’s cock as he presses an insistent finger against Yunho’s puckered hole. They can’t do anything flashy where they are, but it suits Jaejoong’s purposes just fine. “Last question,” he says with lips wrapped around the head. “If I asked you to do something, would you do it?”
Jaejoong
Jaejoong kisses Yoochun first, to show up on his radar as more than just friends-or at least as friends very willing to engage in a little something. Not to be arrogant, but Jaejoong’s pretty sure he’s left the younger man breathless, which is saying something considering Yoochun’s no virgin (in any sense of the word) and has made a bit of a name for himself as a Casanova.
It’s not as tentative as it should be, more like a familiar hi/hello than the surprise it is. They’ve done this before, probably not as often as they should have, Jaejoong thinks as Yoochun responds to his kisses in earnest. He doesn’t deepen them-cautious, wary, unsure of where this’ll lead-but makes do with what Jaejoong’s let him have so far.
He doesn’t know who breaks away first, but then Yoochun’s looking at him with fear in his eyes, disbelief, sadness, followed by would-be tears. Jaejoong can guess at every thought that races through his head, Yunho spear-heading every one. He kisses him again, a simple press of lips-something they’re more used to.
He’d be apologetic but he wants this a little too much.
--
Jaejoong kisses Yunho next, not quite like he always does. There’s fire in every slide of lips, intent in the way he lets their tongues twine, rhythm in tandem with the images of Yoochun eager and unresisting playing behind closed eyelids. They hadn’t done more than kiss but…the difference is in the kiss.
Yunho knows it’s different, doesn’t object to it, but knows that it can’t possibly be good for him. But Jaejoong’s sure he won’t say no. Yunho can’t say no. Not to him. Not when he’s going to enjoy this too.
He lets the kiss run its course, let’s Yunho feel his need, the want that simmers just beneath the surface. He lets Yunho know it’s there. It dictates what happens next: how fast the clothes go, how hard they kiss, and how urgent their bodies rub against each other.
The sex is hard and fast; as good as it always is, but this time it isn’t better.
Yunho
His hands brush an inch too close to Jaejoong’s crotch and Yunho’s eyes narrow. He can’t help but think that they’re sitting too close, whispering too low, and too engrossed in each other than is normal. Yunho’s sitting right there but it’s like he isn’t there at all. Jaejoong’s naturally a flirt and he knows of Yoochun’s reputation and it’s never been a problem before except…
Jaejoong shouldn’t smile like that at anyone but him. Yoochun can look at anyone else with those eyes, just not Jaejoong. They shouldn’t be sitting that close, shoulders brushing, hips and thighs aligned, feet bumping against each other’s under the table.
Funny thing is, he can’t really tell whom he’s more jealous of.
Yoochun
“He said he’d do anything,” Jaejoong tells him, lower than he has to just so he can whisper it into Yoochun’s ear. Yoochun stills--they’re sitting close enough at the desk for Jaejoong to feel it-and even his breath stalls for a moment when Jaejoong comes closer. Yunho’s finishing a math problem on the board up front, something complicated with x’s, y’s, and z’s-kind of like what Yoochun thinks Jaejoong’s pushing for.
Yoochun doesn’t get it, but Jaejoong’s never been good at subtlety. Yoochun’s particularly adept at deciphering whatever it is the older boy is trying to convey, he just can’t quite believe what he’s decoded this time. It has nothing to do with Jaejoong himself, and that’s what scares him.
Jaejoong kisses him-since that first time nothing farther or deeper than a lingering press of lips-but it’s Yunho’s name coming out of his mouth. How good looking Yunho is, how smart he is, how nice and kind and so many other little bits that Yoochun already knows. Then there are the things about himself.
‘You play the piano so well Yoochun-ah.’ ‘Chunnie, you’re so handsome.’ ‘Yoochun, when did you become so handsome?’
They’re pretty words that turn his head and prick his heart. He can’t say no to Jaejoong’s kisses even when he knows Yunho’s never far away. And see-that’s just the thing.
He kisses Jaejoong but it’s Yunho on his mind.
Yunho
He’s had weeks. Weeks to see them together, to watch them interact, Jaejoong’s whispers seeping into every touch and every look, giving more meaning to every action than there actually is. It’s come to the point where his eyes play tricks on him, making it look like they’re pressed together so tightly not even air will pass when in actuality they are merely standing side by side. Sometimes he thinks he’s seeing a tongue rimming the delicate shell of an ear, only to blink and have it revert to secrets innocently whispered.
Then there are other times, simple things like a shared glance over lunch or a casual pat on the back in class that have Yunho’s senses reeling. It makes for a healthy imagination, fueling his dreams with enough heat to have him waking up moaning, forced to find release with a swift hand instead. It’s odd though, because there are two names that spill from his lips as he spills onto his sheets.
Even worse is that he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
--
Seduction is tricky business. There are all sorts of things to consider: time, place, mood, lighting…so many aspects jam packed into a few hours of blissful sexual gratification. It takes work and thought and effort. It’s even trickier when you’re trying to seduce not one but two people and that takes talent.
Jaejoong credits his genius solely on himself and the fact that both Yunho and Yoochun can’t resist him. It’s probably mean of him to do so, but he’s caught them in the palm of his hands, and all to satisfy himself. But if everything works out like he’s planned it to, they’ll enjoy it too.
He takes Yoochun first, but only because Yoochun’s fascinated with him now. As for Yunho…Yunho’s never been able to say no to him anyway.
It’s all pretty innocent at first, nothing but their usual banter and comfortable camaraderie, and then it changes quickly. Jaejoong’s always been good at calling attention to himself-he doesn’t have to try too hard to make Yoochun aware of him. A sidelong glance and a heated gaze is all he needs to make the room seem hotter than it really is.
He’s never been particularly graceful-he lacks Yunho’s fluidity, his dancer’s body making every action smooth and connected. Neither does he have Yoochun’s lazy bearing, refined even at his most inebriated. What he does have, however, is intent. He makes it apparent in every step he takes in the quiet of his room, his purpose obvious even before he presses Yoochun against the bed and settles a knee between his thighs.
Yoochun doesn’t say no either. Not when he pulls him closer, erection evident even through layers of cloth as Jaejoong rubs against him, not even when Jaejoong kisses his neck pulling back the collar of his shirt to suck a bruise at his jugular. Jaejoong groans, an odd kind of satisfaction in being able to mark Yoochun like this. Yoochun echoes it, more from the way Jaejoong thrusts against him than satisfaction.
If anything, he’s left unsatisfied. The older boy has been teasing him for weeks, putting thoughts into his head, creating pictures in his mind that his dreams follow, resulting in nothing but early morning jerk-offs that leave him wanting still. They’re engrossed enough in each other that they don’t hear when the door opens. At least Yoochun doesn’t.
Yunho closes the door quietly, not really sure what he’s trying not to disturb. He leans against the door, hands trapped between his body and the wood. There are a lot of things he’s unsure about. Like why he doesn’t want to look towards the bed. Is he afraid of what he’ll find there, or afraid he won’t be able to look away? He looks, of course, and it’s like the bed has some kind of magnetic pull on his eyes. Or maybe it’s the people on it.
Jaejoong and Yoochun. Making out.
Why doesn’t that bother him more than it should?
Yoochun sees him, abruptly pushes Jaejoong away, and there’s fear in his eyes. Yunho can understand why. Anger, the initial reaction, simmers but ebbs away slowly leaving Yunho bare and breathless. He’s always been practical and what he’s left with right now is lust. The best way to get rid of it is to give in to it-Jaejoong taught him that.
He can be an ass, be all righteously indignant, but the feeling would be hollow and would only leave him unsatisfied. Jaejoong had told him what he wanted, what was going to happen, what to expect, and still Yunho had come.
Or he can let it happen, be driven insane with want and catered to. He still has a conscious and it’ll bother him in the aftermath when (not if, but when) he gives in, but he trusts himself. Trusts Jaejoong and what they have. Even trusts Yoochun who, despite his current position as a third party, has always been a valued friend and dongsaeng.
Jaejoong stands, makes his way to Yunho and wraps sure arms around his waist. He trembles a little before masking it with a well-timed hug and kisses Yunho. “I didn’t think you’d come,” he breathes against Yunho’s lips. I didn’t think I would either goes left unsaid.
They walk to the bed hand in hand, Yoochun watching them come closer till they both loom above him. He has to stretch his neck to see them now, more so to look Yunho in the eye only to look away again. Jaejoong sees his apprehension, leans into Yunho to whisper in his ear. Whatever he’s said has Yunho smiling a tiny smile, fighting a blush. “I didn’t know that,” Yunho says, and there’s a difference in the way he looks at Yoochun now.
Jaejoong whispers something else, furtive and too low for Yoochun to hear, even this close, but his words have a different effect now. Yunho looks at Jaejoong sharply, expression uncertain, eyes flitting to Yoochun’s face then back. “Really? A-are you sure?” he asks, obviously torn. Jaejoong just nods and Yoochun is left to gape as Yunho climbs onto the bed.
He passes Yoochun, shoulders brushing as he sprawls onto his back and watches the both of them with guarded eyes. “What did you say?” Yoochun wants to know, wants answers as to why Yunho’s on the bed looking like he’s waiting for someone to ravish him.
“Nothing much,” Jaejoong replies suddenly on his knees. He fits himself between Yoochun’s legs, face directly in front of Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun can’t say he’s unaffected. “Just that you think he’s hot. That you want him. That I want to see you fuck him.” He cups Yoochun through his jeans with one hand, nimble fingers of the other working the button and zipper. Yoochun doesn’t even have time to protest.
“What the fuck Jae-” the rest is lost in a moan, ripped from his throat as Jaejoong does wonders with his hands.
“You weren’t saying no earlier,” Jaejoong counters, logic on his side even with a hand down Yoochun’s pants. “And you don’t feel like you want to say no right now.” He gives Yoochun’s hardening cock a squeeze to prove his point. “Don’t fight it.”
“B-but but but-”
“Look at him,” Jaejoong urges, signaling towards Yunho behind them, watching them, eyes dark. “Look at him waiting for you. Not even I get to top him often, but the moment I tell him that you want to fuck him, he lies down and spreads his legs.” Yoochun doesn’t breathe. Jaejoong speaks the truth and his lungs cease to function.
“Don’t keep him waiting, Chunnie.”
Yoochun doesn’t quite know how it happens but suddenly Jaejoong is too far and Yunho is too close. He looms over the older boy, on all fours, straddling his legs, not touching, and hands dimpling the bed on either side of his head. Yunho makes the first move, hands settling on his hips, and Yoochun is lost.
He lowers his body slowly, not perfectly aligned-he’s not tall enough for that-and doesn’t take his eyes off Yunho’s. He’s difficult to read, but there’s an invitation there so Yoochun doesn’t feel bad about how good Yunho feels under him. He can hear Jaejoong’s whispered encouragements a little farther away. He hasn’t climbed onto the bed with them, still kneeling and watching them from the floor. Yunho rolls his hips and that’s all Yoochun needs to start.
They kiss and it’s obscene. It’s raw, and dirty, without finesse. Nothing but mouth, teeth, and tongues: swishing, licking, back and forth, trading spit and scraping gums. There’s nothing pretty about it but God does it make him hot.
His mouth goes dry, carding skittish fingers through Yunho’s hair as Yoochun rubs against him, both a preview and a guarantee of what he really wants to do. Jaejoong watches, can feel how Yunho’s kisses are eager but his body hesitant. He’s pliant but unresponsive, just gasps and moans into Yoochun’s mouth for Yoochun to swallow, but makes no moves of his own.
It’s sort of endearing how shy he’s being-but Jaejoong knows Yunho best. He knows just how well Yunho can move. Jaejoong wants to see it.
“Yunho-yah,” he says low into Yunho’s ear, his voice dark and husky. “Can you feel it? Can you feel it, Yunho-yah? How much Yoochun wants you? How much I want you?” he bites the tender lobe just as Yoochun grinds into Yunho’s crotch, bites it hard enough so that Yunho doesn’t know pleasure from pain.
“Watch, Yunho-yah, watch as Yoochunnie fucks you. Fucks you into the bed just for me. Don’t you want that?” he asks, all lust and sly fingers as he flicks a hardened nipple peaking through cloth. “He’ll fuck your brains out and you’ll scream my name.”
Jaejoong can see it in his head, the way Yoochun will enter him hard and fast, not enough prep. He can almost hear Yunho’s strangled gasp, his name lost in a pained breath. The way Yoochun will slow as Yunho’s body fights against him, the way Yunho will whimper at the pain while remembering the pleasure, how Jaejoong will kiss it all away.
The visual leaves him gasping, fingers gripping silken locks roughly of their own accord. It doesn’t have to stay in his imagination. It’s a very possible reality.
“Yoochun-ah.” He breathes against Yunho’s mouth. Jaejoong hopes the other boy knows what it means. There are no words, at least not on Yoochun’s part, and Jaejoong knows that Yunho can feel the difference.
The thrusting slows, Yoochun’s hands roving Yunho’s denim clad thighs, direction purposeful and intent unmistakable. Yunho stills involuntarily when fingers brush against his cock, already hard and aching trapped beneath the stiff fabric. Jaejoong grips his hair, tugs harder than necessary to pull Yunho’s attention back to him.
He kisses him then, full on the mouth, distracting Yunho with broad swipes of his tongue. He kisses with his eyes wide open, gaze averted so he can watch with dilating pupils as Yoochun pops the button on Yunho’s jeans. Jaejoong takes a moment for a long blink, eyes fluttering closed when he hears the zipper hiss on its way down. He almost doesn’t hear it through the rushing of blood in his ears.
The next time he opens his eyes, Yoochun’s cupping Yunho through his underwear and the latter’s voice breaks into a strangled moan. Yoochun squeezes and his hips jerk, body unable to keep from responding. “Can I?” Yoochun asks softly, reverently almost, as he outlines Yunho’s cock with curious fingers.
“Yoochun.” Is all Yunho manages to say, so Jaejoong answers for him.
“Do it.” He lets out in a hiss, and is rewarded with Yoochun’s immediate compliance.
“Yooch-nggh!” Yunho moans, needy and borderline desperate. Jaejoong can understand how he feels. Yoochun always did look best with something in his mouth.
Yoochun wraps pretty lips around the head, mouthing it through the fabric to make a wet spot; Yunho keens. The noises he’s making has Jaejoong thrusting into thin air where he kneels, hard beyond belief at the sight of his boyfriend’s cock in his best friend’s mouth.
“What do you think, Yunho-yah?” he breathes heavily into Yunho’s ear, “Doesn’t Yoochunnie look pretty with your cock in his mouth? Fuck Yunho-” he has to stop, body shaking with lust, trying to gather his wits with closed eyes and open-mouthed kisses pressed against Yunho’s jaw, his neck. “You don’t know how fucking good you two look right now. You make me wanna-”
“Jae.” Yoochun says, voice at its lowest register. His eyes are asking for permission, even as his fingers tug at Yunho’s underwear in question. Jaejoong can hear Yunho’s breath catch as Yoochun drags blunt nails just beneath the garter.
“Fuck yes.” It’s said without another moment’s hesitation. Yunho wants this too.
Yoochun doesn’t waste a second, pulling on the material till it bunches on Yunho’s thighs. Yunho’s cock juts from his body: red, swollen, and leaking. Yoochun licks his lips involuntarily at the sight, catching the plump flesh between sharp teeth before he asks for the second time, “Can I?”
This time, he isn’t asking Jaejoong.
“-Please.” Yunho half pleads, half moans. He really can’t say much else, not when Yoochun’s cheated, wrapped nimble fingers around the base of his cock even before he says anything.
The heat of Yoochun’s mouth is a stark contrast to the slight chill of his hands, warming quickly as they tease him. He laves at the head, pulling back the foreskin to tongue the slit. Fingers tighten on Yunho’s scalp and the pull would hurt if he didn’t like it so much.
Jaejoong growls obscenities into his ear as they watch Yoochun take in another inch of his cock. He sounds as breathless as Yunho feels: gasping when he gasps, Yoochun rolling his balls in one hand; moaning when he moans, Yoochun squeezing on an upstroke while grazing teeth just a little. But it’s funny when they both tense, Yoochun’s finger ghosting down the cleft of Yunho’s ass to nudge at his puckered hole.
“Can I?” he says for the third time, always, always asking for permission, cautious but not quite shy, voice almost too low for anyone to hear. He’s asking the both of them.
For once since this whole insanity started, Jaejoong hesitates and entertains a moment of doubt. It’s one thing to have your best friend blow your boyfriend, buts another thing to let your boyfriend get fucked by your best friend. The initial reaction is, of course, no, but they’ve already come this far, and really, he wants this way too much and Yunho’s just agreed and and and-
Fingers find and snake through his, gripping his hands in a bone crushing bind for control. Yunho arches, struggling for breath as Yoochun does more nudge. He’s got a finger in past the first knuckle before Jaejoong realizes Yunho’s begging because Yoochun won’t go any further.
“Jae-please please please-let him…Want-I-I-I-haah.” Yunho’s voice breaks as he cries out, Yoochun taking liberties, slipping more of his finger in, thinking Jae’s said yes or very close to doing so. Jaejoong can’t say he’s wrong.
There’s irony in his hesitation: he started it, Yoochun’s going along with it, and now they’ve got Yunho begging for it. Yunho who’s obviously not in the right mind to coherently answer and Jaejoong might be, but it’s not like he’s going to say no. Not at this point.
Fuck it-he’s always been a little in love with Yoochun anyway. Jaejoong finds himself nodding and resolves not to think about how easy it is. Yoochun’s smile-a small, knowing, happy smile-makes it worth it.
He pulls out, Yunho whining at the loss, but Yoochun compensates by giving the tip of his cock a quick, sucking kiss. His hands disappear for a moment and when they come back he’s grinning, holding up a small bottle of lube. Jaejoong recognizes it as the one supposedly hidden from his mattress.
“Sneaky bastard,” he mutters fondly and goes back to abusing Yunho’s nipple and watching Yoochun divest him of his jeans.
While the action isn’t slow, it’s definitely thorough. Jaejoong can feel his mouth dry and rehydrate itself abundantly as Yoochun tugs at the denim, revealing a delicious expanse of skin inch by inch. The skin is slightly paler than Yunho’s usual tan, his hips and thighs rarely seeing the light of day. Yoochun realizes the difference and teasingly shows his appreciation.
He peppers tame kisses down Yunho’s toned abdomen, opting to start a slow burn when he nips at a hip and licks wide stripes to the groin. He bites at Yunho’s inner thighs, taking a bit of the delicate skin into his mouth and sucking on it. He leaves a trail of blooming bruises down the insides, finishing off a large purple mass on the hollow just behind his knees the same moment he pulls off the rest of Yunho’s jeans.
They make quick work of his shirt, but even then Yoochun does most of the work. Jaejoong is content to pull it off and appreciate Yoochun’s speed. He’s always been the fastest and displays that particular skill now: already naked and rubbing against Yunho’s body in the most delicious way possible.
The height isn’t quite right; Yoochun’s not as tall as he should be to kiss properly in this position. He tries-and succeeds-in making up for it, lowering his head to take Yunho’s nipple into his mouth the same time their cocks brush. They’re both hard, leaking, and more than a little breathless-sentiments that Jaejoong shares and he has to wonder why he’s the only one still clothed.
The answer is, of course, obvious and right in front of him: Yoochun and Yunho are hot together. There’s no knowing when or if he’ll ever see them like this again so he leans back, undoes the button on his jeans and listens to the zipper hiss, and sighs as he strokes his cock in a rhythm faster than the way Yoochun’s grinding into Yunho’s crotch.
Yunho’s complaining of course, whining and groaning, biting his lower lip to keep from begging with words. One leg comes out from under their tangle of bodies to pull Yoochun closer, his calf thrown against the back of Yoochun’s thigh. Yunho thrusts up, hands tight on Yoochun’s ass, and Yoochun isn’t left unaffected. “Fuck,” Yoochun groans, arching away from Yunho as his vision blurs for a second and his body takes over.
Yoochun does his best not to come even when Yunho’s stuck a hand between them and stroking both their cocks. “Okay okay okay,” he presses against Yunho’s lips. Yoochun opts for a slightly awkward angle of lips in able to sneak his tongue into Yunho’s mouth and kiss him senseless.
Oh, they’ve kissed before, courtesy of Jaejoong’s odd habits and a drunken escapade or two. It’s never like this though, never quite sober, and never really with intent. Yoochun finds that Yunho isn’t sweet. He tastes like toothpaste, Jaejoong, and those expensive Chinese candies that don’t taste good at all, but are supposedly good for your health.
He smiles into the kiss a little, breaking the set pace of lips, tongue, teeth, lips, tongue, teeth. Yoochun finds it funny that kissing his best friend’s boy friend-the one he hasn’t been quite able to take his eyes off since forever-could possibly be healthy for him. Jaejoong’s boyfriend.
Jaejoong, who looks like sin as he’s sprawled away from them, legs spread wide with jeans bunched at his knees. There’s just jeans, no underwear, and the deliberateness of it all has Yoochun forgetting about Yunho writhing under him for a moment. For all of three seconds there’s nothing but Jaejoong and the fire in his gaze, watching, wanting, fucking them with his eyes.
Yunho sees the heat, shudders at more than just the slide of Yoochun’s body. He sits between Yunho’s legs, rubbing his hands on the undersides of Yunho’s thighs as Jaejoong looks on. It’s a look that sends heat straight to Yoochun’s cock, makes him quick and hasty as the first finger sinks itself into Yunho.
The older boy gasps, breath catching at the sudden intrusion that’s not quite pleasure but borders pain. Its tight, too tight, around that single digit and Yoochun shudders at the thought of how tight it’ll be with larger things inside him. He whispers apologies against heated skin, swirling his tongue around the head of Yunho’s waning cock till he’s hard again.
Yunho’s clutching at sheets but isn’t begging anymore. Yoochun resolves to fix that.
Yoochun sits back on his heels, legs spread for balance and for the comfort of his throbbing erection. This can’t last much longer; he’s been ready to come for the better part of an hour and has been half hard for the both of them far longer than that. Even if he might not last, he can at least make it worth Yunho’s while.
Jaejoong seems like he’s doing fine all by himself.
Yoochun drapes Yunho’s thighs over his own so that the older boy is slightly bent, ass angled upwards and perfect for the work Yoochun intends to do. The lube magically appears from somewhere between the sheets and Yoochun slicks his fingers, a tiny tremor in his hands making the process seconds longer than it should be.
He slips in the first digit and it’s still tight enough that Yunho’s feet scramble for the mattress even in their odd position. Yoochun gives him no time to adjust, adding a second finger only moments after the first. There’s pain, Yoochun knows, because Yunho tenses around him, hot and tight, not letting go.
It’s a little mean to take him like this, to make it hurt like it does, but Yoochun would like to think that Yunho harbors slightly masochistic tendencies and secretly enjoys the pain. He twists his fingers, fighting against Yunho’s tight heat even as Yunho’s knees press against his sides involuntarily to say it hurts.
Of course it hurts, Yoochun is tempted to say out loud, that’s what I want. He doesn’t think that’s relevant though, so opts for kisses up Yunho’s cock. He’s gone soft again, but not completely, the pain taking away more of his pleasure than Yoochun intended.
He’s suddenly sorry, scissoring his fingers slower, taking Yunho’s firm cock into his mouth. Pain from before has Yunho smaller, only half hard, and it’s easy for Yoochun to fit all of him in. But of course Yoochun is no novice and has perfected the art of sucking cock.
It isn’t long before Yunho relaxes again, letting the pleasure build till Yoochun’s stretched him enough that the third finger feels good. There’s a slightly moan as he goes fully hard again, the tip of his cock nudging more insistently against the back of Yoochun’s throat.
He thrusts involuntarily when Yoochun’s fingers brush against something that leaves him gasping. Yoochun gags just a little and his convulsing throat muscles make Yunho go, “Fuck Yoochun-ah-”
But Yoochun’s prepared this time, expects the roll of hips Yunho can’t quite control. He breathes through his nose, taking more into his mouth till his nose nuzzles Yunho’s groin. Yoochun moans around the cock in his mouth and Yunho comes off the mattress with a choked cry.
Jaejoong lets out a yelp of his own as he grips the base of his cock, stalling a would-be orgasm. He can’t come, not yet; they haven’t even got to the fun part, the one where Yoochun actually fucks Yunho with more than just fingers. He tries to focus his attention on the erotic in and out slide of Yunho’s erection from Yoochun’s mouth instead, Yoochun deep-throating him in a way that Jaejoong’s never quite mastered.
Jaejoong admires the way Yoochun does it almost effortlessly, whereas he can only do it after a lot of foreplay and only when he’s horny enough. It cements his earlier thought about Yoochun looking best with something in his mouth. Especially when that something is Yunho.
“Oh shit fuck Yoochun,” becomes a litany accompanied by a white knuckled grip through long strands. Yoochun holds him by the hips with fingers splayed and set to bruise, moaning like a slut because he can-and damn is he good at it. “Stop stop,” Yunho cries in an almost sob. “Please-now. In me.”
Jaejoong loses it right there. His ass tightens in an effort not to come, grip tighter than is healthy at the base of his cock and still orgasm rips through him. It comes in pulsing waves fueled by visuals and the reality in front of him. He shakes with it, falling on his side as the finally gives in to the overwhelming heat coursing through his veins, frying nerve endings as it spreads out from his cock like wildfire.
He strokes himself off, coming in long spurts across the floor to the sounds of Yunho’s pleading whimpers and Yoochun’s muffled groans. When he catches his breath, the next time he opens his eyes Jaejoong finds that he’s missed quite a lot. “Shit Yunho fuck. Don’t do that.” Yoochun says through gritted teeth.
Harsh and panting, the effort to breathe is apparent in the erratic rise and fall of his chest. He’s got one of Yunho’s legs thrown over a shoulder, both hands on Yunho’s ass, spreading him open as he pushes himself inside. It’s a tight fit, Jaejoong knows through experience. Bottoming occasions for Yunho are far and few between, but with good reason: not only is he good at fucking, but also being fucked.
Jaejoong’s embarrassed himself almost every time, coming too early or growing hard again too soon. But it’s good all the time, no matter who’s doing the fucking and the fact that it’s neither of them this time pulls another shudder across Jaejoong’s heated skin.
“Haah haah-it hurts,” Yunho pants as Yoochun cants forward. He’s fighting his way in, fingers never quite the same as the real thing. Yunho’s used to longer prep; Jaejoong makes sure to start the foreplay hours before any of the actual fun happens. It’s part of the reason those times never last long, both of them so hard and ready that there’s nothing to do but fuck.
Yoochun hasn’t even done half that and the result has Yunho whimpering and toeing that line between pleasure and pain, more pain than pleasure. It has Jaejoong thinking about the bruises he’ll find later, lines of reddened skin and fingerprints he’ll be able to nurse and trace over with his tongue for days on end. Thoughts like that stir his cock again, blood rushing south alarmingly fast. It’d be kind of funny if it weren’t so damn hot.
On the bed Yoochun’s got himself balls deep and Yunho winces when he can’t hold back a jerk of his hips. The angle’s a bit odd, Yoochun shaking and too far gone to hold both himself and Yunho up. “Sorry sorry sorry,” he murmurs through clenched teeth. “Okay now?”
He can’t breathe, not properly at least, when he can feel Yunho all around him so tight, too hot, and muscles working to accommodate him. Yoochun’s always been a bit special: average in length, but a little wider in width. It’s kind of why he’s sorry when he gives a tiny thrust even before Yunho says it’s okay to move.
There are two gasps, one from Jaejoong on the floor that Yoochun can’t decipher and one of pain from under him. Yunho tightens around him, muscles tense in a reflexive action and Yoochun can’t hold back anymore. He can only turn his head and be very, very sorry as he mouths the hollow behind Yunho’s knee.
It’s literally a fight to pull out, Yunho’s body clenched around him, and Yoochun all but slams back in. There are muted cries, whether of pain or not, he doesn’t know, but he isn’t told to stop so Yoochun figures it’s okay to keep going. Instinct takes over, bending him forward to add force to his thrusts. Yunho cries out again and Yoochun’s just coherent enough to know he’s done something right.
“Shit Yoochun…--ah hurts but-God right there-so good fu-nngh,” he moans loudly at the rush of hot fluid when Yoochun comes inside him. He keeps thrusting all through his orgasm, knowing Yunho’s close but not quite there yet. His body spends itself quickly though, after being held back for so long, Yunho’s cock juts still hot, hard, and heavy against Yoochun’s stomach. It’s then that Jaejoong decides to help.
“Suck.” He demands, holding out two fingers still glistening with his come. Yunho does instantly, willing to do almost anything at this point for that tip in the scales, that little something to help him over the edge. “Suck.” Jaejoong says again, and this time he’s looking at Yoochun.
Yoochun doesn’t get it at first, mind and body still uncooperative and floating in post coital bliss. He catches on half a second late when it finally registers that there’s a cock in front of him, and of course he sucks it; what else is he supposed to do?
He swallows it-all of it-all in one go, just shoves the whole thing down his throat and sucks-hard. His orgasm has him pliant enough not to need it slow, able to make it fast enough and good enough for Yunho who’s sucking on three of Jaejoong’s fingers like they're Jaejoong’s cock. It could be the poor lighting, but Yoochun swears there’s a glitter at the corner of Yunho’s eyes, a thin shimmer of liquid as he begs for release, words garbled through the fingers in his mouth.
The thought of Yunho’s tears sends a jolt of lust to Yoochun’s gut-how fucked up is that?-and Jaejoong latches onto a nipple just as Yoochun thinks to press a thumb against Yunho’s abused hole. It happens to be just what Yunho needs.
Their eyes lock, his and Jaejoong’s, as Yunho spills, near scalding down Yoochun’s throat. He drinks it down hungrily, watched by feral brown eyes as he milks Yunho through his release, sucking even when Yunho’s gone soft, making him shudder with every hollow of his cheeks.
Yoochun slumps forward when there’s nothing left for him to suck, sprawled boneless on Yunho’s stomach in an awkward position. His face comes close enough to Jaejoong’s to witness Jaejoong come a second time: his quiet gasp, the way his eyes cloud, mind far away and focused on the motions of a hand suspiciously absent and not being sucked.
They break eye contact, but only because Jaejoong has to shut his eyes, takes more of Yunho’s nipple and the surrounding skin into his mouth and bites down hard, muffling a hoarse cry, leaving marks. Yunho jerks reflexively from the pain but is mostly unresponsive. One look and Yoochun knows it’s likely he’s passed out.
Jaejoong heaves one final breath, exhausted but satisfied. He opens his eyes, sees the way Yoochun smiles fondly at Yunho’s sleeping form. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand, sends a strike of foreboding rippling through the haze his orgasm has left him in. Yoochun’s eyes turn to Jaejoong, watching him with that same gaze. Jaejoong’s heart hurts.
He hopes Yoochun knows this is just a one time thing.
A/N: so this was basically porn with almost no plot. I think I kinda enjoyed writing this! I’ve come a long way from NOT writing porn to having it in most of what I’ve written recently. Talk about complete 180 xP also, super junior plug-in, do you see? do you see? XD
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