Three’s Company (Dreaming of You)
three’s company (dreaming of you)
• kris (three of them gdi) × tao
• nc-17 | humor, crack, smut
• double penetration
yifan and zitao have been spending less and less time together more often than not that zitao dreams of yifan.
kris + yifan + kevin + tao.
1) why.
2) oh good lord this is the smut that took the most effort to write.
3) this was srsly only supposed to be an ot3 between tao, kris, and someone else.
4) nuyhuyk and breadbutt is responsible for this monstrosity. oh, and apparently darkyulate too. i’m throwing you in here too, bb.
“Ge!” Zitao drapes himself over the Yifan’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck. He rests his chin on Yifan’s shoulder and nuzzles against it. “Ge, you wanna watch a movie today?”
Yifan glances over to his side and smiles when he catches sight of Zitao’s pleading eyes. “I wish I could, but I have to attend the meeting soon.”
Zitao furrows in eyebrows in both confusion and disappointment. “What meeting? I didn’t know there’s a meeting today.”
“It’s only between the managers and the leaders, babe.” Yifan cranes his neck a bit more and kisses the side of Zitao’s nose. Zitao releases his hold on Yifan’s neck and lets them dangle by his sides, his lower lip jutting out into a pout. “Don’t be like that, babe,” Yifan laughs. “You knew this was exactly what you’d be getting into when you decided to seduce and date the leader.”
“I didn’t seduce you!” Zitao protests.
Yifan raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. “You bending over in front of me for prolonged periods of time isn’t seducing?”
“It isn’t when you know you’re going to get him,” Zitao says matter-of-factly. His smile fades and he straightens up, going in front of Yifan and taking his large hands in his. “I just miss you. We haven’t been spending time together lately.”
Yifan’s face softens and frees one of his hands, stroking Zitao’s face. “I know, and I’ll make up for it soon. I promise.”
“How?” The petulance in Zitao’s voice is still apparent.
Yifan winds his free arm around Zitao’s waist and pulls him in closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We have a free day this Thursday, right? Because of Labor Day? Let’s go on a date then.”
A small flush appears on Zitao’s cheeks and he smiles, lightly grazing Yifan’s lips with his. “Okay.”
“Why so glum, Taozi? Yifan planned a date for you, didn’t he?”
Zitao crosses his arms even more and slumps down his seat, his mood too sullen to pay any attention to the movie playing. “That doesn’t mean I can’t miss him now.”
It has been about forty-five minutes since Yifan had left and about forty-three since Luhan had popped in the CD (Frozen, much to everyone’s displeasure) in the player.
“God, you guys are so clingy,” Jongdae groans, Yixing nodding absentmindedly next to him as he munches slowly on a popcorn kernel, eyes trained on the television. “You should totally show him that you’re becoming independent. That way he’ll realize that he actually misses taking care of his precious little didi and come running back to you with the mindset of pandas in season.”
Zitao turns bright red as he recalls the article about pandas in season that Jongdae had shoved under his nose a few days ago. “But I’m not?”
“In season?” Minseok asks.
“Independent,” Zitao grumbles. “How can I make him want to take care of me again?”
“You’ll find a way, Taozi,” Yixing smiles reassuringly. “You can do it.”
“Let it go, let it go!” Luhan sings at the top of his lungs, even though the song isn’t playing. “Can’t hold it back any more!” He loops his arms around Minseok’s and shakes it. “Come on, Minseok! Sing with me!”
“No,” Minseok says flatly.
“You’ll be Elsa and I’ll be Jack Frost!” Luhan continues, eyes sparkling. “Come on! We’ll be the prettiest couple!”
“Why am I Elsa?” Minseok asks with furrowed brows. “I’m as much of a guy as you are.”
“Jelsa! Jelsa for the win!” Luhan scream out, ignoring Minseok. “I don’t care what they’re going to say!”
“Ge,” Yixing lightly taps Luhan’s arm. “Ge, don’t.”
“Turn away and slam the door!”
“You’re singing it completely out of order,” Jongdae raises an eyebrow.
“The cold never bothered me anyway!”
“Yeah, but you’re bothering me,” Minseok glares. “One more time and I’ll leave.”
Luhan pouts and turns to Zitao, the latter sitting up straight, bracing himself for anything Luhan may have up his sleeve. “Let it go,” he whispers.
Minseok sighs.
Thankfully, Thursday morning rolls in fast enough.
Zitao sits up in his bed, heart thumping wildly at the thought of spending the whole day out with Yifan. Yifan had promised to go shopping with him the day before, waving Joonmyun’s black credit card teasingly in front of his face (“how did you get that?” “I may or may not have lied about saying that you were going to cry if he doesn’t lend me his card.”). He couldn’t wait to bbuing-bbuing his lover until he cracks down to the core.
Zitao jumps off his bed and heads for the kitchen, mood brightening up even more when he sees Yifan sitting on one of the dining table chairs, chewing on a piece of toast. Zitao bounds forward, smile fading when he sees Yifan already dressed up from head to toe. “Yifan? Are you going somewhere?”
Yifan turns and swallows his bite. He sighs and abandons the rest of his breakfast, scratching his nape awkwardly. “I’m so sorry, Zitao. But I got a last-minute text to head to SM building. Manager hyungnim wants to discuss with me the issues of our comeback.” He smiles encouragingly. “I’ll be back before lunch. I’ll take you out to eat.”
Almost instantly, Zitao’s good mood returns. He grabs the front of Yifan’s shirt and pulls him close, melding their lips together. “I’ll wait for you,” he murmurs, reaching up and touching Yifan’s lips with his fingers. Yifan’s lips are addictingly soft, and Zitao can’t stop touching them.
Yifan kisses him swiftly once more. “You better.”
When Yifan leaves (hesitantly, much to Zitao’s pleasure), Zitao decides to go back to sleep. He wasn’t able to sleep properly due to his excitement of spending the day with Yifan, but now that Yifan has left, the excitement had fizzled out, replaced by fatigue. Zitao’s brain shuts down rather quickly.
The next time Zitao wakes up, it’s eleven forty-something. Zitao rubs his eyes and trudges to the kitchen, expecting to see Yifan waiting for him. A sigh escapes his lips when there’s no sign of their perfectionist leader (his perfectionist leader) anywhere. He backtracks to the bathroom to prepare for their lunch date, knowing that Yifan’s time of arrival is always twenty minutes late.
“Yifan’s not really a man of his word,” Luhan says to Zitao thirty minutes later, the latter sitting on the armchair and waiting for his lover to come home. “You of all people should know that.”
Zitao nods wordlessly, eyes still glued to the door.
“So come on,” Luhan wraps thin fingers around an equally thin wrist, gently tugging on it to try and coax Zitao to move. “It’s been ten minutes since Minseok tried to convince you, and three since Yixing’s turn. Come on and eat something. Please? For gege?”
“He promised he’ll bring me out for lunch, ge,” Zitao gently pries his wrist free. “I already dressed for him, so we can go instantly once he returns.” He shoots a smile at Luhan. “I’ll be fine, ge.”
Luhan purses his lips, unconvinced, but leaves Zitao anyway.
“Yifan’s an idiot.”
Yixing blinks at Jongdae, surprised that the second youngest member of their subgroup had referred to Yifan without his stage name, title or any honorifics. “You’re really angry, aren’t you?” he asks, fingers stilling on his guitar. He had decided to stay in his and Jongdae’s room to practice instead of the living room. Jongdae never really minded as much as Luhan anyway.
“And how can you not?” Jongdae hisses. He gets up from his bed and gestures Yixing to go closer to the door, twisting the knob and pulling it open as silently as he can. “Look at him,” he whispers, their subgroup’s baby slumped on the seat as he continues to wait for his lover. “He wouldn’t eat. He keeps on saying that Yifan’s going to bring him out for lunch, and that was about one and a half hours ago.” He takes out his phone and shoves it in Yixing’s face. “It’s about one-thirty now and he still won’t eat a bite.”
Yixing sighs and nods, pushing his guitar into Jongdae’s hands. “I’ll take care of it.” He opens the door wider and slips through, smiling at Zitao when the latter twists his head back to look at him. “Hey, Taozi. You should go to sleep.”
Zitao furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Why?”
“Because I’ve got a surprise for you,” Yixing grins, wiggling his eyebrows. It doesn’t match his image of having such a cute face and gentle smile and Zitao cracks a smile. “It can only be given to you once you finished sleeping. A growing boy like you needs his sleep.”
“I’m already taller than you, ge,” Zitao points out the obvious fact. “Any taller and you would have to practice walking on small boxes tied to the bottom of your shoes to reach my height.”
Yixing continues to smile. “Just go to sleep, Taozi. Everything will be all right.”
Zitao isn’t stupid. His hopes of Yifan taking him out for lunch had already dashed the moment the clock hit one in the afternoon. His members are worried for him and they don’t him him to be even more disappointed. But he’s so tired of not being with his lover that tears are already welling in his eyes. “Okay,” he says softly, ducking his head to prevent Yixing from seeing his eyes. “Okay,” he repeats.
“Goodnight, Taozi,” Yixing says quietly, and Zitao knows that Yixing knows he’s about to break down.
Zitao only lets a cry break free once he’s lying in bed and covering his face with a pillow. He just misses Yifan so much. Exhaustion is catching up to him and not being able to lean on your pillar of support is draining his energy even more. “I miss you,” he sobs. “God damn it, Yifan, I miss you so fucking much.”
He turns over to his side, tears damping his pillow. “I miss you,” he whines, imagining Yifan just lying next to him, smiling as he reaches out to brush his hair away from his face. Zitao closes his eyes, expecting to feel the lightest touch of fingers and sighing when he doesn’t feel anything. “Even my mind’s betraying me,” he mumbles. He strips off his shirt and kicks off his jeans, snuggling against the pillow Yifan uses and closing his eyes.
“Come back home,” he mumbles, already dreaming of Yifan as sleep overtakes him.
It’s well past midnight when Yifan returns. He wipes away his sweat and lets out a slow breath pass through his lips as he trudges to Minseok’s and Zitao’s shared bedroom. The former had decided to move out after Yifan and Zitao had officially become a couple, moving into Luhan’s room after much persuasion and after Luhan kicked Yixing out to bunk in Jongdae’s room.
He creaks open the door and sighs again when he spots Zitao laying on his bed, eyes open as he stares at the ceiling and arms curled tightly around Ace. Yifan wants to cry.
“Zitao, baby, did you really miss me that much?” He sits next to the bed and runs his hand through Zitao’s short hair. He misses Zitao’s previous hairstyle - it was so soft and he looked so handsome whenever he pushed his hair up. Zitao’s response is to curl up even more into Ace. “I’m so sorry.”
“Where were you?” Zitao asks softly, his gaze falling on Yifan.
“I was supposed to leave before twelve. But they kept me back and wanted me to do some last-minute vocal training too,” Yifan takes Zitao’s hand in his and plays with his fingers. “You must’ve been so disappointed in me.”
“Not disappointed,” Zitao’s voice is croaky and hoarse as he sits up. “I just missed you.”
Yifan sighs once more and leans forward, kissing Zitao’s forehead. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that or I’ll really be disappointed in you,” Zitao says before smiling. “Now just lie down next to me and let me hug you. I bribed manager ge to let us have the day off on my birthday. Which is today, actually,” he adds after glancing at the clock.
Even though the guilt wouldn’t leave, Yifan slips in next to Zitao and presses a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday.”
“Not a good start of my birthday, but it’ll do,” Zitao grins teasingly. “You are all to myself, Wu Yifan.”
Yifan lightly taps the side of Zitao’s head.
Yifan’s the first to wake up, a rare occurrence. Usually it’s Zitao who wakes him up by battering his face with his pillow. He opens his eyes, wanting to see his sleeping lover, when he freezes, all color draining from his face.
He’s looking at himself.
Good Lord, he’s looking at himself.
Yifan screams. The person flinches and Zitao groans in his sleep.
“What, what, what’s going on?!” a familiar voice screams as someone enters the room.
Yifan glances up and he shoots up like a bolt, eyes wide and jaw hanging open as he sees who had entered. “Y-Yifan? I mean, me?!”
‘Yifan’ blinks in confusion. “What? No. Man, that’s you. I’m Kris. You should know that.”
Yifan glances back down to the bed, where the other Yifan is stretching and yawning, his God-awful long black hair messy against the pillow. “You guys are too loud. Let a growing teen like me sleep.”
“Come on, Kevin, up and at ’em,” Kris says, going to the bed and stretching out his leg to avoid Zitao and to kick Yifan’s other doppelganger. “We’ve got some explaining to do.”
Kevin burrows under the blanket, accidentally jostling Zitao wake. “No. You old timers leave me alone.”
“Yifan?” Zitao mumbles, sitting up right as he rubs his eyes. “You’re too noisy. Why did you scream?” His hand drops when he sees both Kris and Yifan, eyes wide as he tries to take this in. “Yifan?” His gaze falls on Kevin and his jaw drops open. “Yifan?!” All color drains from his face and he looks as if he’s going to faint any moment soon.
“Like I said, we’ve got some explaining to do,” Kris grins.
“So, he dreamed you guys up?”
Kris nods. “Something about him being lonely, blah blah blah, dreamed of us, and now we’re here.” He nudges Kevin. “Right, Kevin?”
“I’m hungry.” Kevin swings his legs over the bed and heads for the door. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”
“No, wait, don’t!” Yifan cries out, jumping from his side next to Zitao and tackling his younger self to the floor.
“Ow, man, what the fuck?!” Kevin groans, trying to escape Yifan’s grip.
“You’re predebut me, remember?” Yifan hisses into his ear. “You’re supposed to look like me! But with your hair all plain black and touching your shoulders, you look everything but me! The members will get suspicious!” After a moment, he adds, “And your hair sucks!”
Kevin’s jaw drops in scandal and he reaches a hand up to touch his hair. There’s nothing wrong with it.
“I’ve always hated your new hair,” Yifan hears Kris say. He whips around, a flailing Kevin in his arms, and sees Kris sitting next to Zitao, running his hand through his hair. “I liked your old hair. It was so soft.”
Zitao turns bright red. While he loves Yifan being so cheesy and romantic, Kris is so suave and flirtatious that he can’t help his heart pounding. “Well, you know. Downfalls of an idol and whatnot.”
“Stop flirting with my boyfriend!”
“He’s mine too, you dummy,” Kris glares, hooking an arm around Zitao’s shoulders and pulling him close.
“Let go!” Kevin shouts.
“No!” Yifan screams back.
Soft knocks on the door quickly silence them all, nobody daring to breathe. “Hyung? Kris hyung?” Jongdae’s muffled voice can barely be heard through the door. “Are you all right? We heard screaming.”
“I’m fine.” Yifan glares at Kris and Kevin, the other two having said the same thing at the exact time. Zitao stares at them all, awed at their synchronization.
“Did you sneak in one of the mics in there? Why is it echoing?” Jongdae asks, the confusion in his voice evident.
“It’s your imagination, Jongdae,” the three say again. Yifan flaps his hand at Kris’ face, mouthing for him to stop speaking.
“Okay. Well, it’s time for breakfast. Grab Zitao and let’s go eat.”
They wait for the footsteps to fade before Yifan releases Kevin, the latter collapsing onto the floor with an exaggerated groan of pain. “You guys should keep quiet,” he hisses. “They’re only aware of my existence, not yours.”
“Well that’s going to change now,” Kevin frowns. “’Cause I’m hungry.”
Yifan tackles him to the floor again. “Just stay here! We’ll bring you food. Just … keep Zitao company.”
“I’m all up for it, Fanfan,” Kris readily agrees, pouncing on Zitao and causing the younger rapper to fall back against the bed with a yelp.
Yifan sighs and slips out the door. “Don’t call me that.”
“Sure thing, Fanfan.”
For the rest of the day, Yifan had to restrain Kris and Kevin from leaving the room by pushing Zitao to them. There had been a few close calls, like that one time where Kris barged into the bathroom which was already occupied by Luhan and Yifan had to pull him away (“SKLDJFLKJ DUIZHANG! DON’T YOU KNOCK?!” “THE DOOR WAS UNLOCKED, YOU ASS WIPE. NOW MOVE OR I’LL PISS ON YOUR BED.” “DUIZHANG, DON’T YOU DARE.” “I’m just kidding, Luhan! Now ignore the fact that I’m wearing our stage clothes and that my hair is styled and I have make up on while I get dragged away by someone you can’t see!”) …
When Jongdae made another unexpected trip to Yifan’s and Zitao’s room and noticed Kevin being strangled on the floor by Yifan (“uh … hyung?” “… it’s a practice dummy I modified to look like me.” “you’re choking it way too tightly for it to be a practice dummy.” “I’m going for realism here, Jongdae.”) …
When Minseok stared at Kevin sprawled on the ground in front of the refrigerator after another round of wrestling with Yifan (“are you hungry?” “urghhh …” “I’ll go get you some food.” “skdjhf …”) …
And when Yixing turned the corner into the kitchen and saw Yifan and the two doppelgangers fighting over Zitao while the others were in their rooms (“…” “…” “…” “…” “… this is just your imagination, Yixing, go to your room and rest.” “okay, ge.”).
Needless to say, it was an extremely tiring process.
Yifan especially hates that his lover’s spending his birthday with those two sex offenders, and he especially hates that he hasn’t even spent a minute with Zitao the whole day, but it’s all he can do lest Kris and Kevin reveal themselves. The rest of the band would find it ludicrous, and they’re not as accepting as Yifan and Zitao. Heck, they might even throw things at them.
But damn it if Yifan can’t be with Zitao anymore.
“We need to talk,” Yifan says lowly into Kris’ ear, Kevin chatting with Zitao on the floor.
“About?” Kris asks with a voice just as soft, turning slightly to face Yifan.
“You guys. You’ve got to leave.” Yifan sinks into the space next to Kris, sighing. “It’s hard to keep you guys a secret. And I can’t keep having to do that. We have schedule tomorrow.”
“You make it sound as if you’ve been doing this for a whole month and you’ve already reached your breaking point,” Kris chuckles. “It’s only been a day, Fanfan.”
“But I already have reached my breaking point. You two are driving me crazy,” Yifan argues back. “Look, today’s Zitao’s birthday and I really miss him. But it’s already nearing nine in the evening and I’ve spent it by making sure you two don’t leave this room. Can’t you just like, I don’t know, fade away or something so I can spend the rest of the day with him?”
“It doesn’t happen just like that, Yifan,” Kris explains. “Zitao dreamed us up because he missed you, so we can only disappear when he’s fully satisfied with you.” He shrugs. “Can’t help you there.”
Yifan groans and flops back against the bed, Zitao glancing up at him before focusing his attention back to Kris. “Isn’t there anything I can do? All I’ve been doing is following your orders and shoving Zitao in your faces so that you won’t follow through with your threats that you’ll leave the room. I want to be with my boyfriend too, you know.”
Kris feels guilty at the miserable tone. He sighs. As much as he doesn’t want to leave Zitao, he doesn’t want Yifan to be sulky. It’s a terrible thing to picture. “Okay fine. We’ll help you.” Yifan brightens up at this. “But it involves sex, the three of us, and Zitao.”
Color drains from Yifan’s face. “No can do.”
Kris shrugs. Hey, he tried. “Suit yourself then. We’ll just coddle Zitao even more so that he wouldn’t want us gone.”
“Wait,” Yifan sighs, reaching out and resting a hand on Kris’ shoulder. “I’ll … fine. Let’s do it.”
The grin that spreads on Kris’ face is diabolical.
Zitao blinks after Kris explains everything, a flush coloring his cheeks. “So … you’re all going to do me … so I can feel satisfied with Yifan ge … and that will make you will leave when I sleep?”
Kris nods then, after thinking about it for a few minutes, shakes his head. “Yes and no. Yes to everything, no to that will make you satisfied with Yifan.”
“Yeah, we just wanna bang you,” Kevin adds. “Yifan already agreed to it!”
Yifan narrows his eyes. The two fuckers have been planning this. He can’t believe he had fallen into their trap so easily. “You two assho-”
“Okay,” Zitao agrees quietly, heart already pounding at the idea of having three versions of his lover at once. “Let’s do this.”
“Zitao, are you sure?” Yifan asks, raking his fingers through Zitao’s hair. “You don’t have to go through this.”
Zitao smiles shyly at him. “I do. Just …” he glances at Kris and Kevin, eyes pleading. “Be gentle.”
“Of course, sweetie,” Kris says in a soft voice, smiling reassuringly at him. “Just trust of us.” He slips his hand under Zitao’s jaw and cups his chin, tilting it upwards before pressing his lips against Zitao’s.
Zitao moans instantly and his eyes slide shut. Yifan tries not to roll his eyes.
Kris pushes Zitao to lie on the bed, crawling over him. He makes eye contact with Yifan for a fleeting moment, a challenging spark. Yifan swallows hard and nudges Kris to the side, pushing Zitao’s shirt up and pressing his lips against his stomach.
Kevin just stands there, unsure what to do. Compared to Kris and Yifan, he’s inadequate in the sexual activity department. The furthest he’s ever done is jack off while thinking of numerous hot guys. Yifan seems to have noticed Kevin’s nervousness and he pulls away from Zitao’s chest, gesturing the youngest of the three forward.
“Kiss him,” he says in a low voice. Might as well go through with this. Kris pulls away and Zitao whimpers from the lack of attention. “You can kiss. Kris and I know you have.”
Kevin flashes a glare at Yifan before taking over Kris’ place, gazing into Zitao’s eyes. Zitao is already flushed, short hair mussed up (as much as it can be) and eyes half-lidded. “You’re so gorgeous,” Kevin breathes out, attaching his mouth against Zitao’s collarbone.
“Let the kid have his fun,” Kris says when he sees Yifan about to argue. “We all will anyway.” With a smirk, he slips down to Zitao’s shorts, pulling them down slowly.
“A-ah, wait! Ge!” Zitao gasps out. “I-I’m not wearing any -”
Zitao’s half-hard cock springs out and instantly everyone’s attention is on it, their own arousals stirring in their shorts. Zitao covers his face in embarrassment. Of all the times for him to forget that he’s in commando is the time where three versions of his lover are going to bang him.
“Hot,” all three says, matching smirk on their faces.
“You’re weird,” Zitao says behind his hands.
“Babe, it is hot, and don’t you dare say otherwise,” Kris says, a sly smile on his lips as he pulls away the shorts. He circles Zitao’s cock with a large hand and pumps it, watching Zitao mewl and writhe on the bed. With his eyes still on Zitao, Kris leans forward and slowly licks the head.
Yifan is quick to slip his hand underneath Zitao’s and muffle the groan. “Zitao, as much as the members know of us as a couple and know of our frequent night sessions, they still won’t appreciate the sounds you make.” After a moment he adds, “And the sounds you make while being taken on by three of us at the same time.”
Zitao’s face emerge from his hands, staring at Yifan with wide eyes. “You’re taking me at the same time?!” Kris stops licking, surprised at his sudden outburst.
Kevin shrugs. “Well, yeah? Isn’t that what you meant by ‘be gentle’?”
Zitao groans and hides behind his hands again. Kris shrugs and licks the head again, Zitao thrusting upwards with another muffled groan.
“Come on, man,” Kevin whines. “Hurry up so we can do this already.”
Kris rolls his eyes, his cheek bulging with Zitao’s cock. “So pushy,” he says (or tries to), the vibrations causing Zitao to moan once more. But he does as told, because he’s sure that Yifan wouldn’t let them take long with Zitao, bobbing his head up and down and pressing his tongue against the underside of Zitao’s dick.
Zitao groans and Kevin takes that as cue to pull apart his hands and kiss those kittenish lips. Zitao yelps into the kiss when Kris pokes his tongue at the slit, his hands scrabbling to grab onto Kevin’s hair. Kevin pulls away and smiles at Zitao’s flushed face before kissing down to his chest.
Zitao’s body is on fire. He glances over at Yifan (who’s just standing there, looking as if he’s unsure whether he should be proud with himself at letting his boyfriend be with two versions of him) and reaches out at him, weakly clawing at the air. “Ge,” he whines. “Ge, come here.”
With a sigh, Yifan complies, crawling over to the bed. “I know you want this but that doesn’t mean I’m still not gonna ask. Are you sure you want this?” he asks, wiping away the sweat forming on Zitao’s brow.
Zitao nods frantically with a whimper, trying to buck his hips into the warmth that is Kris’ mouth but being held down. He bites back the groan of frustration threatening to bubble out and curls his fingers in Yifan’s hair, forcefully bringing his head down.
Yifan, not expecting the action, groans in slight pain when their lips crash together, already tasting a hint of metal. Their tongues tangle furiously, Zitao’s fingers in his hair tightening even more. Yifan’s both surprised and impressed. Zitao has never been so desperate before.
Kevin pinches one of Zitao’s nipples and takes another in his mouth while Kris hollows his cheeks and sucks particularly hard. Zitao screams into Yifan’s mouth, the onslaught of pleasure too much for him.
Kris lets Zitao’s dick slide from his mouth, his lips shiny and slick. “Can I fuck him now?”
Kevin gives Zitao’s nipple one last tug and looks up. “I second that request. Provided I am part of this request.”
Yifan pulls away, staring at them with round eyes. “You want to do him? At the same time?” He receives twin nods in return. “It’ll hurt him a lot, though.”
“Not if we use a lot of lube,” Kevin argues, pulling out two bottles of lubrication from under the bed. He passes both to Kris. “Stop trying to get out of this one, Yifan. We want him. By rights, he’s our boyfriend too.”
“That’s nice to know,” Yifan rolls his eyes before narrowing them. “But if he so much as bleeds, I’m getting your heads.”
“That’s a nice visual, Fanfan,” Kris comments airily, popping the cap open and drizzling lube on his fingers. He smiles sweetly and reassuringly at Zitao. “Come here, baby. I won’t hurt you.”
“I thought you don’t know how to have sex,” Yifan angrily turns to Kevin.
“I don’t,” Kevin says, brightening when Zitao obediently crawls towards Kris. “But there’s a first for everything. And my first will be Zitao.” He looks up at Zitao. “Our first was Zitao, right?”
“Of course!” Kris and Yifan bark. “Why would you think otherwise?” Kris asks, shaking his head.
“Spread your legs, Zitao, you know how this works,” Yifan sighs, resigning to his fate of having his boyfriend about to get screwed by his two doppelgangers. It feels so weird. It’s as if someone broke into their dorm and tied him to the bed while they force him to watch having their way with Zitao. In a way, it’s the same context.
Zitao lies back down and hooks his hands under his knees, pulling his legs close to his body silently. They’ve done this so many times, but it feels so different.
Kris stares at him with hunger in his eyes. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls, lube-coated fingers inching towards Zitao’s entrance. He slips in both at the same time, knowing that Zitao’s used to the pain for only one finger. Zitao gasps and Kris instantly starts slamming them in, Zitao’s toes curling at the sensation.
“You know?” Yifan asks from his position against the wall, arms crossed and nodding slowly. “This is actually pretty hot.”
“Yeah, it is,” Kevin agrees.
“Toldja,” Kris smirks, increasing his speed with his fingers. Zitao groans and whimpers at the same time and it’s such an amazing sound, it goes straight to his cock.
“No, you didn’t,” Yifan narrows his eyes.
Kris shrugs. “Might as well have.” He stops and pulls out, only to add his third finger and plunging them all in, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Zitao screams. “K-Kris!”
Kris shoots a smug look at Yifan, who only rolls his eyes. “Just get on with it!”
“You hear that, Kevin?” Kris asks, eyes lighting up in excitement. “That’s basically Yifan giving us his permission!”
Yifan stares. “Wait, I -”
“I’ll go in after you do,” Kevin says, already next to Zitao on the bed. Zitao looks up blearily at him and Kevin smiles kindly at him, reaching out to lightly grasp Zitao’s cock, pumping it a few times. Zitao yelps.
“Okay,” Kris nods in agreement. He pulls his fingers out and undoes his belt and many accessories littering his pants. He pushes both his pants and boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. “Like what you see?” Kris asks, pouring more lube to his fingers and liberally coating his dick with it.
“I’ve seen better,” Yifan grumbles.
“Just admit it, Fanfan, I’m hot and you’re not,” Kris smirks, climbing on the bed and positioning against Zitao’s entrance. “You’re ruining my rep, man. Be cool on camera next time.”
Whatever Yifan wants to say is drowned out by Zitao’s loud, drawn-out moan, gasping and clutching at the bed sheets as Kris pushes in. It’s a relatively easy slide, considering the fact that Kris and Zitao had been abstaining for weeks. Maybe it’s because of the excessive amount of lube on Kris’ dick. Maybe it’s because Zitao’s already used to Yifan’s size.
“You’re so tight,” Kris praises, gripping Zitao’s hipbones. “You’ve got to feel this tightness, Kevin, it’s … so indescribable.”
Yifan covers his face with a groan, somewhat embarrassed.
“Then hurry up and let him get used to you already!” Kevin frowns.
Yifan groans even more.
“I’m waiting for you, you idiot,” Kris groans out as he pushes in all the way. He wants nothing more than to pound into the boy (man?) beneath him, but he doesn’t want to draw it out. Zitao slaps a hand over his mouth as another groan leaves him. Kris is already pushing against that spot in him and it feels so good.
Kevin blinks in surprise and shuffles forward. “Okay. Just, uh, lift him up for me or something.”
Zitao squeaks in surprise when Kris’ hands move from his hipbones to his back, lifting him up gently from the bed and towards his body. “Hey,” Kris grins wolfishly.
“Hey,” Zitao shyly replies. He slides his arms around Kris’ neck and laces his fingers together, leaning forward and breathing in the cologne Yifan likes to wear whenever he goes out. Zitao’s eyes slip shut. It’s really as if Yifan’s in front of him. He jerks and his eyes fly open when he feels something foreign slip into his entrance alongside Kris.
Only it’s not so foreign, because Zitao (or his body, for that matter) recognizes it as Yifan’s finger. He twists his body to see Kevin behind him, pressing two fingers in him.
“You’re right,” Kevin says in awe. “It’s so tight, it’s wonderful.” He kisses Zitao’s nape. “Can you handle me if I go in you, babe?” he asks, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out.
Zitao bites his lower lip and nods. He knows he’s ready, but maybe that he’s lust-muddled brain talking. He can’t even tell them apart anymore. They’re all Yifan, and that’s all that matters.
“Okay,” Kevin says gently, as if placating Zitao. He pats Zitao’s butt and Kris lifts Zitao up, allowing Kevin to sit behind him properly, his long legs tangling with Kris. The way he rests his legs on Kris is fluid, perfect familiarity, as if they’d practiced this a lot beforehand. “I’m going in.”
Zitao’s eyes widen with shock and he unlaces his hands to grip painfully hard on Kris’ shoulders, mouth open in an open scream as Kevin slowly inches himself in.
“Babe, you all right?” Kris asks, worry on his face.
“Should I pull out?” Kevin asks worriedly, already starting to pull back.
“No, stop!” Zitao gasps. “It hurts either way, so just keep going.”
“Zitao?” Yifan asks from the side, body facing the wall so he won’t see the two sex offenders violating his boyfriend. “Are you okay? Are the assholes hurting you?”
Zitao grits his teeth, suppressing a hiss threatening to escape. “I’m fine. Just … caught me by surprise.”
“It’s so tight,” Kevin repeats once he’s fully sheathed.
“Oh my God, just get on with it and stop admiring my boyfriend,” Yifan says loudly, arms crossed.
“This isn’t enough admiration,” Kris says back. “Are you ready, babe?” he asks, even though he’s already lifting Zitao up and drops him down on both their dicks.
Zitao gasps loudly, the pleasure tinged with pain working its way up his spine. This hurts, yes, but it fills him up so well. He’s never felt so full. He grabs on Kris’ shoulder even tighter as Kris slowly bounces him on them. “W-wait,” he manages to gasp out. “I’m not ready yet.”
“But we are and we don’t want Yifan to stop us for dragging it on for too long,” Kevin says, running his large hands up Zitao’s back and ripping off Zitao’s shirt, leaving the boy fully naked. It’s already feeling hot but he doesn’t dare take off his clothes. It gives him a sense of weakness. Besides, it’ll be weird if only he and Zitao are the only naked ones while Kris and Yifan are still clothed.
“So get ready already, babe,” Kris says, nosing Zitao’s jawline. “We’ll wait. Don’t take too long, though.”
“Yifan,” Zitao mumbles, barely loud enough for Kris and Kevin to hear. “I need Yifan.”
Kris and Kevin share a look over Zitao’s shoulder. Kris nods while Kevin groans. Zitao’s so amazingly tight that he just wants to pound into the boy. Kris shoots him a glare and Kevin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he mutters. He and Kris had talked earlier about putting Zitao’s needs first, and right now, he needs Yifan.
Kris looks up and smiles at the sight of Yifan stubbornly still looking away. “Yifan, come here. Your baby needs you.” Yifan’s hesitant to turn around, not wanting to see his baby in such a compromising state. Kevin chuckles at Yifan’s reluctance and nuzzles into the back of Zitao’s neck, kissing the skin there. Kris sighs, running a hand through Zitao’s hair. “Come on, Yifan. Zitao wants you here. Don’t be shy.”
Yifan sighs and turns around, instantly regretting it when he’s met with the sight of Kris and Kevin double-teaming his boyfriend. “Yeah, I’m not looking anymore,” he snaps, turning back around to face the wall.
Kris nudges Zitao, silently egging him on to whine for his stubborn boyfriend. “Yifan,” Zitao whines. “Duizhang, please. Come here.”
Yifan sighs once more and turns around once more, resolutely staring at Zitao’s flushed face and ignoring everything else. “Fine,” he grumbles.
“Great we can come to a compromise,” Kris grins. “Ready?”
Kevin thrusts up eagerly, groaning while Zitao yelps in surprise. The two doppelgangers set a steady rhythm, slowly bouncing Zitao on their laps as Yifan sits next to Zitao.
“Y-Yifan,” Zitao whimpers, reaching out for him like he had earlier. Yifan leans closer, his breath mingling with Zitao’s. Zitao lets out small, breathy gasps, punctuated with every thrust Kris and Kevin make in him. His lips are trembling, wishing for Yifan to just kiss him already.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Yifan growls lowly. He glances at Kevin and Kevin nods susceptibly, wrapping his arms around Zitao’s torso and pulling him back to rest on him instead. Zitao reaches behind him and wraps an arm around Kevin’s neck, shuddering when Kevin nips at his ear. Yifan then attaches his lips to Zitao’s exposed neck, biting and sucking hard.
“That is so hot,” Kris pants out, his smirk faltering as he continues to plunge into Zitao. Kevin nods wordlessly, biting his lower lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.
Zitao mewls when Yifan wraps his hand around his dick, pumping it in time with Kris’ and Kevin’s thrusts. “Please, please, please,” Zitao begs, not sure what he’s asking for. “I want … I want …” he swallows. “I want your dick in my mouth.”
Kris groans, gripping Zitao’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Fucking fuck, that is so hot. Yifan, you lucky bastard.”
Yifan pulls away and stares, swallowing. “R-really?” He doesn’t think he can handle whipping out his dick and leveling it to Zitao’s face, not when his two doppelgangers can see it too.
“Just do it,” Kevin grunts out, increasing his speed. Zitao cries out when Kris goes faster too, both of them assaulting his prostate already. “We’re gonna cum without you.”
“All right, all right,” Yifan sighs. He kneels on the bed, his long legs making his crotch perfectly level with Zitao’s mouth.
Zitao hurriedly sucks on the growing bulge in Yifan’s pants, pulling his hands away from Kevin’s neck to slide both it and Yifan’s underwear down. He doesn’t waste any time in taking the head in his mouth, lightly sucking.
Yifan grabs a fistful of Zitao’s hair and lets his head tip back, Zitao’s tongue swirling around the head.
“Babe,” Kris speaks after what seems to be an eternity. “You might want to hurry up and suck him off already. I think I’m getting close.”
“I think I am too,” Kevin agrees. He presses his hand against the back of Zitao’s head and pushes it, forcing Zitao to open his mouth wider and take Yifan deeper into his mouth.
“You sadist,” Kris fake gasps, hitching in a breath when he can feel Zitao tightening around him. He takes Zitao’s cock in his hand and thumbs the weeping head.
“No rush, baby,” Yifan says, looking back down, studying the way Zitao’s lips are stretched so obscenely around him. He lightly taps Zitao’s cheek with his free hand, urging his lover to move.
Zitao bobs his head, the sounds of squelching and skin slapping against skin the only sounds that heard in the room. Yifan is fully aware that with the amount of sounds they’re making that they are able to be heard by the other members, and that he and Zitao are going to get hell in the morning, but he doesn’t care, not when Zitao’s choking on his dick and taking two others in his ass.
“I’m gonna cum,” Kevin pants out.
“Impressive,” Kris and Yifan say at the same time. Kevin lasted longer than they thought, considering this is his first sexual encounter. “Wait for me,” Kris says, picking up his speed once more and slamming into Zitao in a monstrous pace.
Zitao’s eyes fly open and he chokes as he bounces on Kris’ cock. As if in an attempt to steady himself, Zitao wraps his other hand around the base of Yifan’s dick, trying to continue sucking as if he’s not being fucked into oblivion.
The scene is so erotic and Yifan’s never really good at lasting long whenever Zitao looks up at him through his lashes, tears of pleasure clinging to them and clumping some of the hairs together.
Zitao pulls away and he taps Yifan’s dick against his cheek, smearing it with a mixture of precum and saliva. “Duizhang,” he moans out breathily, bringing his dick back to his mouth lightly lapping at the slit. “Cum.”
Kevin cums first, shooting his seed into Zitao’s tight entrance with a loud groan. Yifan follows, biting his lower lip and panting out through his nose as he spills all over Zitao’s face. Zitao jerks back, as if surprised, before opening his mouth to catch the rest of his cum. “You’re so gorgeous like that, babe,” Kris grunts, slamming up once more before he, too, paints Zitao’s walls white. With a final squeeze on Zitao’s dick, Zitao cums, screaming around Yifan’s dick as Kris thrusts a few more times into his sensitive body.
Kevin pulls out and passes Yifan a piece of tissue and Yifan wipes away the cum on Zitao’s face, the latter still sucking on Yifan’s softened dick. “You can stop now, babe,” Yifan smiles, pulling away and slipping his dick back inside his pants. “Don’t force yourself.”
“Sorry,” Zitao mumbles, looking as if he’s still out of it. He pulls away and flops against Kevin, who is now cleaning Zitao’s body with another piece of tissue.
“That was amazing,” Kris smirks as he pulls out with a squelch and tucks himself back in. Almost immediately, the white liquid spills out and Kris’ smile widens at the sight. “Hot,” he says again. “Can I kiss you?” he asks Zitao.
“I’m too tired to kiss any of you,” Zitao groans over exaggeratedly, smiling gratefully at Kevin who lays him gently on the bed. An idea sneaks into his mind and he grins suddenly. “Kiss each other.”
Almost instantly, he’s met with the same disgusted look on all their faces. “Ew.”
“That’s so gross,” Yifan comments, chancing a glass at his two dopplegangers.
“We’re not you, Zitao,” Kevin shakes his head. “We’re not that narcissistic.”
“You guys would want to kiss me, though, right?” Kris asks with a cocked eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, I am pretty hot.”
“You are,” Zitao agrees. He smiles at the other two. “And so are you two.”
“Really?” is the chorused gasp.
“Even Kevin?” Yifan asks.
“Especially Kevin?” Kris presses on, shooting his hair a disgusted look.
“Hey,” Kevin frowns as he reaches up to finger his hair. What’s so bad about it?
“You’re all so handsome,” Zitao bites his lower lip shyly. “I can’t believe you would want to be with me. I’m so lucky to have you, no matter what age.”
“You’re so sweet,” Kevin coos, grinning brightly as he tackles Zitao onto the bed.
“The cutest thing ever,” Kris purrs, crawling over to Zitao and nuzzling his nose against Zitao’s navel. Zitao smiles at the ticklish feeling.
“Hey, hey, get your own boyfriend,” Yifan growls. “This one’s in my era.”
“But aren’t we both in the same era, Fanfan?” Kris asks. Kevin stays quiet and continues to rake his hand through Zitao’s hair.
“Yes, but right now we’re Yifan and Zitao,” Yifan grits out. “And not Kris and Zitao. Go get your stage name boyfriend.”
Kris pouts. “Mean.” He dives back down to Zitao’s side, nuzzling against his hip. “Your boyfriend’s being mean to your boyfriend.”
“And both your boyfriends are being mean to your boyfriend,” Kevin pipes in, trying to kick Kris away.
“They’re not your boyfriends,” Yifan growls. “His boyfriend is me and me alone.”
“I’m confused,” Zitao furrows his eyebrows. “Does that mean I cheated on you?” he asks Yifan.
“No,” all three say at once. Zitao bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. They’re all so quick to side with him. Zitao feels a bit special, what with three people defending him at once.
Yifan sighs. “I just don’t like to share,” he whiningly admits. “I want you all to myself.”
“Ew,” Kris scrunches his nose.
“Never took you to be the whining type,” Kevin rolls his eyes.
“He’s a cuddler too,” Zitao says brightly.
“Ew,” Kris repeats, scrunching his nose even more. “Dude, you’re so not cool.”
“Is this what I’m going to become when I debut?” Kevin asks, horrified.
“Yes,” Yifan and Zitao brightly say at the same time (though Yifan sounded more depressed about it).
“You’re screwed,” Kris pats Kevin’s back.
Kevin wails.
There was a bit of a squabble over who can lie down next to Zitao as they’re getting ready for bed.
“What makes you think I’ll let you sleep next to him?” Yifan growls.
“What makes you think I’ll let you stop me?” Kris snarls back.
“Guys, as the one who’s known Zitao the longest, I should lie next to him,” Kevin says firmly.
“He’s only been with you a year!” Yifan protests, referring to Zitao’s one-year trainee period. “He’s been with Kris the second most because of promotional stages, while he’s been with me the longest! Personal life rules all, bitches.”
“Um …” Zitao starts, shrinking a bit when instantly three gazes are aimed his way. “I … I actually have an idea of how I want to sleep …”
The next thing Yifan knows, he’s lying down and facing Zitao, a smug-looking Kris underneath the youngest boy as the comforter covers all of them. “Are you sure you want to sleep with Kris underneath you? And in his stage clothes at that? Isn’t he uncomfortable?”
“What are you talking about?” Zitao asks softly, already halfway to dreamland. “I sleep on top of you all the time and you’re always warm.”
“You win this time,” Yifan scowls, frown deepening even more when Kris sticks his tongue out at him.
“At least you get Zitao’s front,” Kevin says from the other side of Kris. “All I can see is this back.” He shifts backwards a bit and pushes the comforter lower, nodding in satisfaction when he’s greeted with the sight of Zitao’s naked butt. “Much better.”
“H-hey!”
“Go to sleep, duizhang,” Zitao scolds, eyes already closed. He still takes Yifan’s hand in his and squeezes.
When morning dawns and the sunrays filter through the blinds and onto their bodies, Zitao opens his eyes. He’s lying on something soft and there’s no sight of another body behind him. He sighs when he realizes that both Kris and Kevin are gone. It was fun, but at least he’s fully happy with Yifan now. Okay, so he might sound selfish, but he takes his promised days off with Yifan seriously.
“Hey,” Yifan says softly, startling the boy. He hadn’t noticed that his lover was already awake and looking at him. “Do you miss them?”
Zitao shrugs carelessly. “Do you?”
Yifan wraps his arms around Zitao’s body and pulls him closer, burying his face into Zitao’s neck and kissing the skin there. “No. I can have you all to myself.”
“You see, that kind of reasoning started this mess,” Zitao says as he stares out the window. “It’s your fault that I dreamt of them in the first place.”
“I’m sorry,” Yifan tightens his hold. “I’ll spend more time with you. I’ll love you so much that you will never miss me ever again whenever I’m not with you.”
“I’d rather you not,” Zitao says seriously as he pulls away from Yifan’s hold. “After all, having them resulted in the best sex I ever had,” he adds, grinning cheekily.
Yifan gasps dramatically and smacks Zitao’s shoulder. “Huang Zitao, why, I never! Only using them for sex. You’re such a bad boy.”
“You bad, bad, bad boy, you so bad,” Zitao sings in accented English.
“I see your English is still God-awful as usual,” Yifan smirks.
It’s Zitao’s turn to slap Yifan’s shoulder. “You’re so mean. I need reinforcements to keep you in place and for me to cuddle into. Don’t make me dream of them again,” he threatens.
Yifan leans forward to swipe his tongue against the swell of Zitao’s lower lip. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he smiles.
- why did i write this.
- happy late birthday, tao o_o
- i’m sorry, but i wasn’t feeling my best while writing this. i fell sick (i’m the sickly type) and i couldn’t really think properly as i typed this down. hence the reason why this is delayed as well. i’m not proud with this and i’ll write a better one next time /bows in apology
- but srsly i read about male pandas gangbanging a (yes, as in only one) female panda during season. the female will climb somewhere high and excrete her hormones, and then the male pandas in the nearby vicinity will fight for her. and it doesn’t stop there - all the pandas will fight each other until they become 2nd place, 3rd place, 4th place and so on. the winner gets to do her first, followed by the next winner and the next and the next until all the male pandas which were attracted to her are finished. may or may not be the reason why i call tao the bandslut.