[oneshot] friendly competition
Title: friendly competition
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekhyun and chanyeol are the least subtle people on the planet, and it still takes jongin forever to get it. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 2,800 words.
Looking back, Jongin probably does it on purpose, if he's being honest with himself. Baekhyun and Chanyeol are the loudest at everything, showers included, and sleep deprivation as an excuse can only explain so much. He definitely hears the water running through the door. He definitely walks in anyway, eyelids drooping as his hip collides with the edge of the sink. Of course he does. Living with eleven other guys shatters every illusion of privacy, and they've all done it so many times that seeing each other naked is old hat by now-but when Jongin glances into the mirror and sees Baekhyun's wet, glistening hand on Chanyeol's dick underneath the spray, their mouths slick and red, it still takes him a good half minute to realize what the hell's going on.
It takes about two seconds after that for him to hightail it.
He zips into his room and slams the door shut behind him, dives for the bed, stomach churning, face so hot it feels like it's going to melt off. Joonmyun makes a soft noise of surprise from the desk. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing," Jongin rasps, voice muffled by his downy pillowcase. He tastes fabric softener, and the faint tinge of sleep sweat. "It's nothing."
For the next week, every touch seems amplified, weirdly charged, the hairs on Jongin's arms rising each time someone brushes too close. He's certainly jumpier than usual. Baekhyun notices, and immediately gets more handsy than ever. Drapes a casual arm over his shoulder. Inches a palm up the itchy expanse of Jongin's thigh. Rocks back against Jongin's chest during filming, when he can't escape, eyes curving as Jongin goes rigid behind him.
It isn't unpleasant. It just dials his physical awareness up to the nth degree, till even Sehun's giving him strange looks around the headrest in the van. Chanyeol just wags his brows whenever Jongin catches his eye, like they're sharing a particularly crude joke. Jongin has to turn away to stare out the window, fingers picking loose fluff from his seat.
On Saturday, after Music Core, Jongin catches them at it again. They're in the kitchen as he passes on the way to the bathroom, Chanyeol sitting on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide open as Baekhyun tucks his face in his lap-and Chanyeol's grinning this time, right at Jongin, like he wants him to see. Like they're only doing this for his benefit, and fuck if that doesn't shoot straight to Jongin's dick, even as he ducks his head and his legs jerk forward to propel him through the bathroom door.
Jongin twists the lock shut. Rests his cheek against the wood for a minute before pushing off to flip the hot water on. Thankfully, no one tries to Q-Tip his way inside tonight. Jongin pushes past his momentary indecision and grabs his cock, half-hard already, thinks about the way Chanyeol's jaw dropped when Baekhyun bobbed forward, the wet pops Baekhyun's mouth made as it sucked, Chanyeol's knobby hands sliding over Baekhyun's neck. Jongin comes with his face pressed into the corner of the shower enclosure, breath fogging up the glass, fingers squeezing so hard around his dick he isn't sure if the release is pain or pleasure.
The third time it happens, Jongin's just shaking himself out of a dance-induced fugue state. He gets like this sometimes. Lets the playlist keep skipping to the next song, and then the next, eyes closed as he slides through the dance moves, until everything bleeds together in a mess of pounding music and burning muscle and he can't even tell how long he's been on his feet anymore.
He opens his eyes again to find that he's the only one left in the practice room apart from the two idiots aggressively making out against one of the mirrors. Baekhyun's got Chanyeol shoved up against the glass. Chanyeol's big hands reel Baekhyun in by the ass, and Baekhyun makes these little muffled noises as the lower half of his body moves against Chanyeol's thigh. Jongin can't say he's surprised at this point. He flaps his tank shirt in his sweaty face and strolls over to the stereo system to unplug his iPod.
They break apart when the music cuts off. Baekhyun rests his head on Chanyeol's shoulder as Jongin shuffles past them to get to the bench. "You're going to get caught, you know," Jongin mutters, shoving all his crap back in his bag.
"Nah," Baekhyun says. "We won't."
Chanyeol hums in agreement. "We're very careful."
This is careful? Jongin wants to ask, but when he hefts the strap over his shoulder and turns to them again, they're already preoccupied. He gets a flash of Baekhyun's soft stomach as Chanyeol lifts his shirt over his head. Chanyeol must hear Jongin's breath hitching over the rustle of cloth because his head lolls back, eyes blown wide as he meets Jongin's gaze, the corners of his mouth lifted up in an easy smile.
Jongin almost runs into the wall trying to get out of the practice room. Baekhyun's hiccupping laughter trails after him. He hops down the steps and waits in the van for what feels like an hour before they finally come out. Baekhyun's shirt is wrinkled beyond belief. Chanyeol's hair sticks up so he looks like one of those troll dolls. Both of them are chattering up a storm as they climb in. They jostle into the back seat with Jongin even though there's plenty of room in front, and Jongin's head slams into the roof when Baekhyun's hand slips over to grab his knee.
"Tense?"
Jongin grunts into the heel of his hand. "No thanks to you." He sucks air into his lungs as Baekhyun reaches higher. "Hyung," he adds, as an afterthought.
Chanyeol's the one laughing now, deep and throaty. "You know you can always come to us if you need-"
"A little help loosening up," Baekhyun finishes, his fingers stroking the top of Jongin's thigh.
Jongin's too busy pillowing his face in the crook of his arm to respond to that.
He doesn't get more than a couple of days to ponder the sincerity of their proposition. They decide it for him; Jongin emerges from a shower half a week later and walks back into his room to find them rutting against each other on his bed. "God, really?" he blurts out, and Baekhyun lifts his head to give him a questioning look, as if they're the normal ones and he's the weirdo. "Is this boredom? Are you guys bored? We're having a comeback, there's no time to be bored-"
"You're so clueless, Jongin," Chanyeol sighs. Baekhyun pulls himself off to walk toward him and Jongin takes a step back-into a door that's swinging closed, Jongdae's grin disappearing behind the unyielding wood.
"What the hell," he says, a moment before Baekhyun's arms come around to trap Jongin's to his torso. He frog-marches Jongin to the bed and clambers up to sit on Jongin's waist, hair falling into his eyes as he leans over. "What the hell," he repeats, weaker this time, his hips springing up in an effort to dislodge Baekhyun.
Chanyeol's face appears over Baekhyun's shoulder. "We've been trying to get you into bed for weeks."
"What?" Jongin huffs, still trying to buck him off. Baekhyun grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, shifting down so their crotches are aligned. Jongin stops moving. He swallows around the lump in his throat. "What's your endgame?"
"Just to make you feel good, baby," Baekhyun croons, and then he's kissing Jongin, shoving a warm tongue in his mouth, because Baekhyun likes being cheesy as hell but he likes putting words into action more.
Jongin tilts his head and Baekhyun lets his wrists go in favor of smoothing his fingers over the line of Jongin's jaw. He's grinding down in earnest now, rough and insistent. Jongin's boxers strain from the swell of his erection. His hands curl against the small of Baekhyun's back. He tries to sit up and Baekhyun pushes him back against the headboard, his other hand reaching down to massage Jongin's cock through the fabric, and-
It's too much too fast. Jongin can barely remember the last time he kissed anyone, let alone engaged in heavy petting, and he's been so high strung that all it takes is a hard twist from Baekhyun's hand to get him to come, gasping into Baekhyun's mouth, toes curling in the sheets.
Baekhyun scoots back a little, cheeks flushed pink, and stares down at Jongin's crotch. There's a rapidly spreading wet spot in the cloth of his boxers. "Oh my God," Jongin mumbles, glowing with humiliation. He covers his face with his hands, peeking out between his fingers. "I-"
Chanyeol tisks, shaking his sweatpants off and balancing one knee on the edge of the bed. "I didn't even get to do anything, Baekhyun. Selfish bastard."
"Sorry," Baekhyun says, eyes crinkling. He grabs Jongin's dick again.
Jongin shudders. "I'm just going to," he says, hastily extricating himself from beneath Baekhyun. "Go." He almost gets away, too, but Chanyeol has the wingspan of a titan or something. A strong arm loops around Jongin's waist and then he's back where he started: lying on his back on the mattress, sticky and frustrated, desire and satisfaction drawing lazy circles in his abdomen.
"Not so fast," Chanyeol says, bending over him, a hand webbing across Jongin's collarbone. "Didn't realize you were so sensitive."
Jongin scrunches his nose. "It's your fault," he mutters. "You two have been going at it in front of me for almost a month. Was I not supposed to be turned on?"
"Aw," Chanyeol says, leaning in. His lips brush against the shell of Jongin's ear. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said about me."
"Whatever, Jongin," Baekhyun says. "You totally wanted to see." Which is true, probably, but the bald accusation makes Jongin want to deny it. When he looks over, though, Baekhyun's rooting around in Jongin's wardrobe. He doesn't even have the opportunity to tell Baekhyun to cut it out before he's coming up with a half-used bottle of lube and lobbing it at Chanyeol's head. "Hey. You can go first this time."
"Don't mind if I do," Chanyeol replies. Jongin can feel his grin against the skin beneath his earlobe. Chanyeol's tongue tickles as it trails down Jongin's neck, and he's so focused on the sensation that he doesn't notice Chanyeol peeling his boxers down until they catch around his ankles. He kicks them off as Chanyeol settles on top of him like a heavy blanket, forearms caging him in.
Chanyeol's a tad more patient than Baekhyun is. Not by much, but he kisses slower, deeper, and his hands take their time to roam over Jongin's chest and tweak at a nipple, smooth across a rib. He teases another hard-on out of Jongin in what feels like no time at all, gives him one light tug before pulling back. Jongin whines.
"So needy," Chanyeol says, still grinning. He wipes saliva off his chin. "Let's go, Jonginnie. Up. On your knees."
Jongin scrambles upright, head spinning, dick slapping against his stomach. Chanyeol nearly upends the lamp on the bedside table in his haste to get behind him. Baekhyun flicks Chanyeol a foil packet. Jongin swallows. Baekhyun's eyes zone in on the bob of his Adam's apple. He sheds the last of his clothing and hefts himself onto the foot of the mattress, jerks Jongin into another kiss, fingers sliding into his damp hair. There's a snap of latex behind him, and then something wet and cold strokes up the cleft of his ass.
Jongin tenses despite himself. He bites down on Baekhyun's bottom lip and Baekhyun hisses, nails scratching along Jongin's scalp. Chanyeol drops a kiss on his shoulder. "Hey," he mumbles. "Relax."
The finger traces around the rim of Jongin's asshole. Jongin tries to loosen his muscles, focus on Baekhyun's hand pumping his dick. His head droops as Chanyeol's finger glides in, wiggling deeper until the first and second knuckle slip past the rim. Jongin clenches around the slick digit and moans, teetering forward into Baekhyun's chest.
Chanyeol holds it there for a minute, fingertip massaging this warm spot inside him, before pulling it out and thrusting back in. Jongin grabs Baekhyun's hips to steady himself. Rocks back against the finger, and the second when Chanyeol introduces it, slowly fucking him open. He jumps with a tiny, embarrassing yelp when a hand descends to smack his butt. It stings, but Chanyeol chases the pain away with a soft squeeze, thumb rubbing over the tender spot on his skin.
"Not fair," Baekhyun murmurs. He yanks faster at Jongin's erection. Jongin's so hard he can't think-can only feel: the slam of Chanyeol's fingers, Baekhyun's hot hands on his dick, the mouth trying to swallow his tongue. Chanyeol pulls out again and Jongin clenches desperately around air.
"Ready?" Chanyeol mouths against Jongin's neck, and it takes him several long seconds to figure out what he's asking.
"Please," Jongin says, blinking sweat out of his eyes. "Hyung-do it already." Chanyeol laughs as he loops an arm underneath Jongin's, hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. Something much wider than two fingers nudges at Jongin's asshole and pushes inside, slow and relentless. Chanyeol's panting against Jongin's nape as he bottoms out, tickling the hair on the back of Jongin's neck, Chanyeol's abdomen plastered to his back. Jongin feels so full he can't breathe, stale air caught tight in his lungs.
Baekhyun breaks away without warning. Jongin sags without the body to prop himself against, but Chanyeol's arm keeps him up. Baekhyun gets on his hands and knees and Jongin peers down at him, uncomprehending until the moment Baekhyun lifts Jongin's dick and takes it into his pretty mouth.
Jongin lets out a loud whimper, hips snapping up to meet him.
"Shh," Chanyeol whispers. "Everyone can hear you."
Jongin clamps a shaking hand over his own mouth, too far gone for mortification. Baekhyun smiles around Jongin's dick and grabs Jongin's other hand, brings it to his silky hair as more of Jongin slides past his lips. Chanyeol kisses his neck again and starts fucking into him with abandon, every thrust driving Jongin further down Baekhyun's throat, until he isn't sure whether to move forward or backward anymore-against the hard shaft of Chanyeol's cock or the encasing heat of Baekhyun's mouth.
Baekhyun's nose hits Jongin's navel and he chokes, hands grabbing at Jongin's thighs for purchase. Chanyeol's slamming into him faster, more erratic, little whuffs of effort skating over Jongin's cheek. Chanyeol shifts and hits a better angle at exactly the same time Baekhyun inhales through his nose and sucks hard, cheeks hollowing out around Jongin's length. Jongin's stomach drops out. His body wilts over Baekhyun's head. Jongin doesn't even have time to warn Baekhyun before he's coming in his mouth, hand wound tight in the magenta strands of his hair, eyes squeezing shut so hard his entire face hurts.
He doesn't remember getting cleaned up or going horizontal again, or either of the other two getting off, but it must happen because when he opens his eyes it's to the broad plane of Baekhyun's back, gently rising and falling two inches away from his face. Chanyeol's arm is tossed over his waist. His fingers are playing with the hem of Baekhyun's underwear.
Jongin turns his head into the pillow and groans, stretches, loose-limbed and lethargic.
"Oh, look," Chanyeol says. "He's back."
Baekhyun flips over. Studies Jongin's face. Opens his mouth and asks, "Who made you come faster?" like it's the most natural follow-up question in the world.
Jongin stares at him with a bleary eye. "Don't know," he says at last. "Both of you?"
Baekhyun frowns. "Come on, Jongin. That's a copout answer."
"It was totally me," Chanyeol says over his head. "I was the one fucking him."
Baekhyun snorts. "My blowjob technique is way better than your buttfucking technique, thanks."
"What?" Chanyeol squawks. "Says who?"
"You, last week, in the shower-"
The hand on Baekhyun's hip flexes. "I'm pretty sure I've made you come more times than you've made me-"
"This lie-"
"Please shut up," Jongin interrupts, making a face. Baekhyun's lips twitch. "You guys are so noisy."
Chanyeol sighs. One of his knees nudges companionably at the back of Jongin's. "Are you sure you can't give us a verdict?"
"Seriously, stop talking."
"Or what?" Chanyeol says. His voice cracks in the middle of the last word and Baekhyun's face scrunches with amusement.
"Or I'll kick you out of the room."
"We can try again tomorrow," Baekhyun suggests brightly. He rears back and snaps his mouth shut when Jongin glares at him, but starts laughing under his breath when Jongin reaches over to tug him closer.
fin
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekhyun and chanyeol are the least subtle people on the planet, and it still takes jongin forever to get it. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 2,800 words.
Looking back, Jongin probably does it on purpose, if he's being honest with himself. Baekhyun and Chanyeol are the loudest at everything, showers included, and sleep deprivation as an excuse can only explain so much. He definitely hears the water running through the door. He definitely walks in anyway, eyelids drooping as his hip collides with the edge of the sink. Of course he does. Living with eleven other guys shatters every illusion of privacy, and they've all done it so many times that seeing each other naked is old hat by now-but when Jongin glances into the mirror and sees Baekhyun's wet, glistening hand on Chanyeol's dick underneath the spray, their mouths slick and red, it still takes him a good half minute to realize what the hell's going on.
It takes about two seconds after that for him to hightail it.
He zips into his room and slams the door shut behind him, dives for the bed, stomach churning, face so hot it feels like it's going to melt off. Joonmyun makes a soft noise of surprise from the desk. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing," Jongin rasps, voice muffled by his downy pillowcase. He tastes fabric softener, and the faint tinge of sleep sweat. "It's nothing."
For the next week, every touch seems amplified, weirdly charged, the hairs on Jongin's arms rising each time someone brushes too close. He's certainly jumpier than usual. Baekhyun notices, and immediately gets more handsy than ever. Drapes a casual arm over his shoulder. Inches a palm up the itchy expanse of Jongin's thigh. Rocks back against Jongin's chest during filming, when he can't escape, eyes curving as Jongin goes rigid behind him.
It isn't unpleasant. It just dials his physical awareness up to the nth degree, till even Sehun's giving him strange looks around the headrest in the van. Chanyeol just wags his brows whenever Jongin catches his eye, like they're sharing a particularly crude joke. Jongin has to turn away to stare out the window, fingers picking loose fluff from his seat.
On Saturday, after Music Core, Jongin catches them at it again. They're in the kitchen as he passes on the way to the bathroom, Chanyeol sitting on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide open as Baekhyun tucks his face in his lap-and Chanyeol's grinning this time, right at Jongin, like he wants him to see. Like they're only doing this for his benefit, and fuck if that doesn't shoot straight to Jongin's dick, even as he ducks his head and his legs jerk forward to propel him through the bathroom door.
Jongin twists the lock shut. Rests his cheek against the wood for a minute before pushing off to flip the hot water on. Thankfully, no one tries to Q-Tip his way inside tonight. Jongin pushes past his momentary indecision and grabs his cock, half-hard already, thinks about the way Chanyeol's jaw dropped when Baekhyun bobbed forward, the wet pops Baekhyun's mouth made as it sucked, Chanyeol's knobby hands sliding over Baekhyun's neck. Jongin comes with his face pressed into the corner of the shower enclosure, breath fogging up the glass, fingers squeezing so hard around his dick he isn't sure if the release is pain or pleasure.
The third time it happens, Jongin's just shaking himself out of a dance-induced fugue state. He gets like this sometimes. Lets the playlist keep skipping to the next song, and then the next, eyes closed as he slides through the dance moves, until everything bleeds together in a mess of pounding music and burning muscle and he can't even tell how long he's been on his feet anymore.
He opens his eyes again to find that he's the only one left in the practice room apart from the two idiots aggressively making out against one of the mirrors. Baekhyun's got Chanyeol shoved up against the glass. Chanyeol's big hands reel Baekhyun in by the ass, and Baekhyun makes these little muffled noises as the lower half of his body moves against Chanyeol's thigh. Jongin can't say he's surprised at this point. He flaps his tank shirt in his sweaty face and strolls over to the stereo system to unplug his iPod.
They break apart when the music cuts off. Baekhyun rests his head on Chanyeol's shoulder as Jongin shuffles past them to get to the bench. "You're going to get caught, you know," Jongin mutters, shoving all his crap back in his bag.
"Nah," Baekhyun says. "We won't."
Chanyeol hums in agreement. "We're very careful."
This is careful? Jongin wants to ask, but when he hefts the strap over his shoulder and turns to them again, they're already preoccupied. He gets a flash of Baekhyun's soft stomach as Chanyeol lifts his shirt over his head. Chanyeol must hear Jongin's breath hitching over the rustle of cloth because his head lolls back, eyes blown wide as he meets Jongin's gaze, the corners of his mouth lifted up in an easy smile.
Jongin almost runs into the wall trying to get out of the practice room. Baekhyun's hiccupping laughter trails after him. He hops down the steps and waits in the van for what feels like an hour before they finally come out. Baekhyun's shirt is wrinkled beyond belief. Chanyeol's hair sticks up so he looks like one of those troll dolls. Both of them are chattering up a storm as they climb in. They jostle into the back seat with Jongin even though there's plenty of room in front, and Jongin's head slams into the roof when Baekhyun's hand slips over to grab his knee.
"Tense?"
Jongin grunts into the heel of his hand. "No thanks to you." He sucks air into his lungs as Baekhyun reaches higher. "Hyung," he adds, as an afterthought.
Chanyeol's the one laughing now, deep and throaty. "You know you can always come to us if you need-"
"A little help loosening up," Baekhyun finishes, his fingers stroking the top of Jongin's thigh.
Jongin's too busy pillowing his face in the crook of his arm to respond to that.
He doesn't get more than a couple of days to ponder the sincerity of their proposition. They decide it for him; Jongin emerges from a shower half a week later and walks back into his room to find them rutting against each other on his bed. "God, really?" he blurts out, and Baekhyun lifts his head to give him a questioning look, as if they're the normal ones and he's the weirdo. "Is this boredom? Are you guys bored? We're having a comeback, there's no time to be bored-"
"You're so clueless, Jongin," Chanyeol sighs. Baekhyun pulls himself off to walk toward him and Jongin takes a step back-into a door that's swinging closed, Jongdae's grin disappearing behind the unyielding wood.
"What the hell," he says, a moment before Baekhyun's arms come around to trap Jongin's to his torso. He frog-marches Jongin to the bed and clambers up to sit on Jongin's waist, hair falling into his eyes as he leans over. "What the hell," he repeats, weaker this time, his hips springing up in an effort to dislodge Baekhyun.
Chanyeol's face appears over Baekhyun's shoulder. "We've been trying to get you into bed for weeks."
"What?" Jongin huffs, still trying to buck him off. Baekhyun grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, shifting down so their crotches are aligned. Jongin stops moving. He swallows around the lump in his throat. "What's your endgame?"
"Just to make you feel good, baby," Baekhyun croons, and then he's kissing Jongin, shoving a warm tongue in his mouth, because Baekhyun likes being cheesy as hell but he likes putting words into action more.
Jongin tilts his head and Baekhyun lets his wrists go in favor of smoothing his fingers over the line of Jongin's jaw. He's grinding down in earnest now, rough and insistent. Jongin's boxers strain from the swell of his erection. His hands curl against the small of Baekhyun's back. He tries to sit up and Baekhyun pushes him back against the headboard, his other hand reaching down to massage Jongin's cock through the fabric, and-
It's too much too fast. Jongin can barely remember the last time he kissed anyone, let alone engaged in heavy petting, and he's been so high strung that all it takes is a hard twist from Baekhyun's hand to get him to come, gasping into Baekhyun's mouth, toes curling in the sheets.
Baekhyun scoots back a little, cheeks flushed pink, and stares down at Jongin's crotch. There's a rapidly spreading wet spot in the cloth of his boxers. "Oh my God," Jongin mumbles, glowing with humiliation. He covers his face with his hands, peeking out between his fingers. "I-"
Chanyeol tisks, shaking his sweatpants off and balancing one knee on the edge of the bed. "I didn't even get to do anything, Baekhyun. Selfish bastard."
"Sorry," Baekhyun says, eyes crinkling. He grabs Jongin's dick again.
Jongin shudders. "I'm just going to," he says, hastily extricating himself from beneath Baekhyun. "Go." He almost gets away, too, but Chanyeol has the wingspan of a titan or something. A strong arm loops around Jongin's waist and then he's back where he started: lying on his back on the mattress, sticky and frustrated, desire and satisfaction drawing lazy circles in his abdomen.
"Not so fast," Chanyeol says, bending over him, a hand webbing across Jongin's collarbone. "Didn't realize you were so sensitive."
Jongin scrunches his nose. "It's your fault," he mutters. "You two have been going at it in front of me for almost a month. Was I not supposed to be turned on?"
"Aw," Chanyeol says, leaning in. His lips brush against the shell of Jongin's ear. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said about me."
"Whatever, Jongin," Baekhyun says. "You totally wanted to see." Which is true, probably, but the bald accusation makes Jongin want to deny it. When he looks over, though, Baekhyun's rooting around in Jongin's wardrobe. He doesn't even have the opportunity to tell Baekhyun to cut it out before he's coming up with a half-used bottle of lube and lobbing it at Chanyeol's head. "Hey. You can go first this time."
"Don't mind if I do," Chanyeol replies. Jongin can feel his grin against the skin beneath his earlobe. Chanyeol's tongue tickles as it trails down Jongin's neck, and he's so focused on the sensation that he doesn't notice Chanyeol peeling his boxers down until they catch around his ankles. He kicks them off as Chanyeol settles on top of him like a heavy blanket, forearms caging him in.
Chanyeol's a tad more patient than Baekhyun is. Not by much, but he kisses slower, deeper, and his hands take their time to roam over Jongin's chest and tweak at a nipple, smooth across a rib. He teases another hard-on out of Jongin in what feels like no time at all, gives him one light tug before pulling back. Jongin whines.
"So needy," Chanyeol says, still grinning. He wipes saliva off his chin. "Let's go, Jonginnie. Up. On your knees."
Jongin scrambles upright, head spinning, dick slapping against his stomach. Chanyeol nearly upends the lamp on the bedside table in his haste to get behind him. Baekhyun flicks Chanyeol a foil packet. Jongin swallows. Baekhyun's eyes zone in on the bob of his Adam's apple. He sheds the last of his clothing and hefts himself onto the foot of the mattress, jerks Jongin into another kiss, fingers sliding into his damp hair. There's a snap of latex behind him, and then something wet and cold strokes up the cleft of his ass.
Jongin tenses despite himself. He bites down on Baekhyun's bottom lip and Baekhyun hisses, nails scratching along Jongin's scalp. Chanyeol drops a kiss on his shoulder. "Hey," he mumbles. "Relax."
The finger traces around the rim of Jongin's asshole. Jongin tries to loosen his muscles, focus on Baekhyun's hand pumping his dick. His head droops as Chanyeol's finger glides in, wiggling deeper until the first and second knuckle slip past the rim. Jongin clenches around the slick digit and moans, teetering forward into Baekhyun's chest.
Chanyeol holds it there for a minute, fingertip massaging this warm spot inside him, before pulling it out and thrusting back in. Jongin grabs Baekhyun's hips to steady himself. Rocks back against the finger, and the second when Chanyeol introduces it, slowly fucking him open. He jumps with a tiny, embarrassing yelp when a hand descends to smack his butt. It stings, but Chanyeol chases the pain away with a soft squeeze, thumb rubbing over the tender spot on his skin.
"Not fair," Baekhyun murmurs. He yanks faster at Jongin's erection. Jongin's so hard he can't think-can only feel: the slam of Chanyeol's fingers, Baekhyun's hot hands on his dick, the mouth trying to swallow his tongue. Chanyeol pulls out again and Jongin clenches desperately around air.
"Ready?" Chanyeol mouths against Jongin's neck, and it takes him several long seconds to figure out what he's asking.
"Please," Jongin says, blinking sweat out of his eyes. "Hyung-do it already." Chanyeol laughs as he loops an arm underneath Jongin's, hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. Something much wider than two fingers nudges at Jongin's asshole and pushes inside, slow and relentless. Chanyeol's panting against Jongin's nape as he bottoms out, tickling the hair on the back of Jongin's neck, Chanyeol's abdomen plastered to his back. Jongin feels so full he can't breathe, stale air caught tight in his lungs.
Baekhyun breaks away without warning. Jongin sags without the body to prop himself against, but Chanyeol's arm keeps him up. Baekhyun gets on his hands and knees and Jongin peers down at him, uncomprehending until the moment Baekhyun lifts Jongin's dick and takes it into his pretty mouth.
Jongin lets out a loud whimper, hips snapping up to meet him.
"Shh," Chanyeol whispers. "Everyone can hear you."
Jongin clamps a shaking hand over his own mouth, too far gone for mortification. Baekhyun smiles around Jongin's dick and grabs Jongin's other hand, brings it to his silky hair as more of Jongin slides past his lips. Chanyeol kisses his neck again and starts fucking into him with abandon, every thrust driving Jongin further down Baekhyun's throat, until he isn't sure whether to move forward or backward anymore-against the hard shaft of Chanyeol's cock or the encasing heat of Baekhyun's mouth.
Baekhyun's nose hits Jongin's navel and he chokes, hands grabbing at Jongin's thighs for purchase. Chanyeol's slamming into him faster, more erratic, little whuffs of effort skating over Jongin's cheek. Chanyeol shifts and hits a better angle at exactly the same time Baekhyun inhales through his nose and sucks hard, cheeks hollowing out around Jongin's length. Jongin's stomach drops out. His body wilts over Baekhyun's head. Jongin doesn't even have time to warn Baekhyun before he's coming in his mouth, hand wound tight in the magenta strands of his hair, eyes squeezing shut so hard his entire face hurts.
He doesn't remember getting cleaned up or going horizontal again, or either of the other two getting off, but it must happen because when he opens his eyes it's to the broad plane of Baekhyun's back, gently rising and falling two inches away from his face. Chanyeol's arm is tossed over his waist. His fingers are playing with the hem of Baekhyun's underwear.
Jongin turns his head into the pillow and groans, stretches, loose-limbed and lethargic.
"Oh, look," Chanyeol says. "He's back."
Baekhyun flips over. Studies Jongin's face. Opens his mouth and asks, "Who made you come faster?" like it's the most natural follow-up question in the world.
Jongin stares at him with a bleary eye. "Don't know," he says at last. "Both of you?"
Baekhyun frowns. "Come on, Jongin. That's a copout answer."
"It was totally me," Chanyeol says over his head. "I was the one fucking him."
Baekhyun snorts. "My blowjob technique is way better than your buttfucking technique, thanks."
"What?" Chanyeol squawks. "Says who?"
"You, last week, in the shower-"
The hand on Baekhyun's hip flexes. "I'm pretty sure I've made you come more times than you've made me-"
"This lie-"
"Please shut up," Jongin interrupts, making a face. Baekhyun's lips twitch. "You guys are so noisy."
Chanyeol sighs. One of his knees nudges companionably at the back of Jongin's. "Are you sure you can't give us a verdict?"
"Seriously, stop talking."
"Or what?" Chanyeol says. His voice cracks in the middle of the last word and Baekhyun's face scrunches with amusement.
"Or I'll kick you out of the room."
"We can try again tomorrow," Baekhyun suggests brightly. He rears back and snaps his mouth shut when Jongin glares at him, but starts laughing under his breath when Jongin reaches over to tug him closer.
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