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Soonyoung’s thighs burn. Seoul’s sloping streets didn't used to exhaust him like this. Maybe the American south spoiled him this past leg of the tour, all flat roads and warm weather. Walking through Nonhyeon-dong in late November has his lungs tight from the cold and his feet aching from walking up and down neighborhood hills. It doesn’t help that he had to double around the block, so sure that Joshua couldn’t possibly afford an apartment with a garage that he’d passed it on his first trek down the street.
He makes it, though, burning thighs and all. Upon second look, Joshua and Jeonghan’s car isn’t the fanciest on the block. They’ve gotten something beat-up and used in that ugly shade of powder blue that will always remind Soonyoung of Jihoon’s father. Still, it’s a car in Seoul. His friends are moving up in the world.
They have one of those fancy doorbells that is also a camera. Soonyoung kind of feels like it’s begging for a robber, but he’s also been living out of hotel rooms for the better part of three years. He’s probably not the one to be getting homeowner advice from. He rings it in spite of his insecurity that his clammy palms will ruin the pristine white of the doorbell.
Joshua and Jeonghan answer the door together. Their smiles are a little too big. Soonyoung brings the corners of his mouth up to match, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.
It isn’t that Soonyoung hasn’t hung out with Joshua and Jeonghan as a duo before. He’s known them for nearly three years, now. It’s just usually them in a large group, or Joshua and Soonyoung one on one. Once, Itzy’s tour dates in Japan had lined up with one of Jeonghan’s business trips. They’d gone out for sashimi alone, gotten drunk, and had a great time.
There’s something off about them inviting Soonyoung over to their home without any of their other friends. There’s something off about the way they’re smiling at him. He just can’t tell what it is yet.
“It’s so good to see you guys!” Soonyoung says, pulling them each in for a hug.
“It’s been, what, six months?” Joshua asks.
“Only five this time. The girls are getting old, they can’t handle huge world tours like they used to,” Soonyoung jokes.
Jeonghan pulls off Soonyoung’s jacket and hangs it on their coat tree, his beanie along with it. While Soonyoung has been traveling the world and dancing, his friends have been decorating the house they own with shit like coat trees. It is difficult for him to reconcile how different their lives have become.
“How was your flight home?” Jeonghan asks.
Flights home are always the worst part of tour. Sitting on a plane feeling ambivalent about returning to the place you are from, exhausted from months of travel, isn’t fun.
“Just a little jet lagged, but I tried to sleep it off yesterday,” Soonyoung says.
No reason to drag the mood down with the truth.
“Surprised you got any sleep at all with the way Jihoon’s been talking up your return,” Jeonghan quips.
And, yeah. Everyone probably does think he’s finally fucking Jihoon now that he’s home for good.
“Let’s save the Jihoon talk until after the wine is open, yeah?” Soonyoung requests.
Joshua and Jeonghan exchange a look but don’t utter a goddamn word. Soonyoung is going to have to be more vigilant about not bringing down the mood.
He allows himself to be led up a small wooden staircase into the kitchen. This isn’t a huge house, certainly nothing like Soonyoung witnessed at celebrity parties overseas. It’s cute, though. Quaint. They’ve decorated it in a way that reminds Soonyoung of his grandfather, just like their little blue car outside. Mingyu and Jungkook’s photography lines the walls, some still-frames of their group of friends, some cityscapes.
They promised Soonyoung dinner when they’d invited him over, and they seem to have meant it. Soonyoung sits at their small kitchen table while they cook, his feet up on the seat. Joshua does most of the legwork, chopping vegetables, putting pork in broth. Jeonghan hands him ingredients and takes turns stirring the jjigae. Soonyoung can tell that they cook like this often. They work together effortlessly. Soonyoung’s gut stirs watching their cohesion, watching Joshua’s lean, tanned arms as he prepares dinner, watching Jeonghan’s razor sharp angles as he pops slices of raw carrots into Joshua’s mouth.
“So, I’ve got to ask,” Joshua asks, bent over the counter, “They gonna resign you next year?”
A month ago, the question would have made Soonyoung sad. He’s had practice with it, now, with the other backup dancers, with Jihoon.
“They wish. I quit,” Soonyoung smiles.
Joshua spills half the stew he was laddeling out into a bowl. Jeonghan is fast to bring him a towel.
“Sorry. I just… really? You quit?” Joshua asks.
Soonyoung can’t manage to hold back his laughter. He feels the same sense of shock most mornings when he wakes up and remembers that he shot down his manager when he’d been offered another contract.
“I told you last year that I was thinking about it,” Soonyoung explains himself.
“Yeah, but no one really believed you. We had a betting pool about how serious of an injury you’d have to get to stop dancing. My money was on torn ACL,” Jeonghan says.
Soonyoung can’t tell if he’s joking. He wouldn’t put it past his friends. It’s also kind of funny. Soonyoung smiles, and Jeonghan smiles back.
“I know. I used to think that too, but… I don’t know. I’ve gotta do military service within the year, anyway. I don’t think filing for exemptions is gonna fly for much longer. And rumor is, one of JYP’s choreographers won’t be resigning once their contract is up in a few years. So if I enlist now, I’ll be back just in time to apply for that,” Soonyoung says.
Soonyoung sometimes regrets talking Jihoon out of enlisting back in undergrad. When he was young, it seemed so stupid to waste his youth in the military. He’d been worried about injuries then, too. If he hurt himself in training and had never been able to dance professionally, he’d never have forgiven himself.
Enlisting now means something entirely different. It isn’t putting off school for a few years at the same time as most other guys his age. Instead, he’s putting his entire career on pause. Hell, he’s switching careers entirely. No company will take him as a backup dancer when he’s past thirty and worn down from years of dance and military service. Enlisting is the end of his time as a performer, the start of his behind the scenes work. Soonyoung wants to be a choreographer but he isn’t so sure he wants to give up the limelight.
“Seems like you’ve really thought it through,” Jeonghan nods.
He sits down at the table with a freshly uncorked bottle of red wine. He pours some for the three of them. Joshua joins them, bringing with him three bowls of jjigae. The kitchen is pretty tiny, and the round table even smaller. Soonyoung’s knees knock against Joshua and Jeonghan’s as they begin their meal.
“I’m not necessarily happy about it. But yeah, I’ve thought it through,” Soonyoung responds.
“It’ll be weird not seeing your dancing videos all over Instagram,” Joshua says.
He smiles, wistfully, like he’s thinking back on memories of Soonyoung dancing. Soonyoung’s heart does something funny again.
He gets like this with Jeonghan and Joshua, sometimes. He’s only been in Seoul five or six months each year since he began touring, and most of those months are spent practicing choreography and auditioning new dancers. It doesn’t leave him much time to get used to hanging out with Joshua and Jeonghan as a couple. It definitely hasn’t left him enough time to grow accustomed to how hot and flirty they both are.
“Josh watches your concert videos every time you post them,” Jeonghan tells him, a hand on Soonyoung’s shoulder.
“Please tell Jihoon that. He always makes fun of me,” Soonyoung pouts.
“Right, Jihoon. How are the two of you? I keep trying to ask Wonwoo, but he says Jihoon is super cagey about the whole thing,” Jeonghan asks, his eyes flitting to Joshua.
God, Soonyoung wishes he had an answer for that.
“I mean, we all know I slept with him at Seungkwan and Minghao’s housewarming last year,” Soonyoung says, at a loss for what other information he could possibly divulge.
“Seungkwan’s still pretty pissed about that, yeah,” Joshua nods.
Seungkwan puts on an angry front for the group, but he’s told Soonyoung privately that he’s more than happy to have contributed to something finally happening between his two friends. Soonyoung keeps quiet about it, to let Seungkwan uphold his chiding image.
“And then we decided not to date yet? I was still abroad, and now we’re both enlisting,” Soonyoung says.
“And you’re okay with that?” Joshua asks.
He, too, reaches out a hand to put on Soonyoung’s shoulder. They’re both touching him now. Soonyoung looks between them. They look at one another, and then remove their hands. Everyone quickly goes back to eating.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine with it. I’m just living my life like I’ve always been doing, you know?” Soonyoung says into his bowl.
“You thought anymore about the whole polyamory thing?” Jeonghan asks.
“I mean, I’ve had to work on my jealousy anyway. It’d probably be easier to see him fucking Wonwoo if I also got to fuck him, right?” Soonyoung shrugs.
Jeonghan does a bad job at suppressing a smile. Joshua lets out a soft, “hmm.”
“Anyway,” Soonyoung says, anxious to no longer be speaking about Jihoon, “How are you two?”
They exchange another long glance. It’s almost as bad as being alone with Jeonghan and Wonwoo.
“I like teaching more than I thought I would. Who knew speaking English would come in so handy,” Joshua says.
“Seungkwan is so happy you applied for the job he offered. He texted me about it every day for three weeks,” Soonyoung says.
“I thought he was crazy for working with high schoolers, but they really like him,” Jeonghan comments.
“It helps that it’s an all girls school. I think I’m cute enough to be interesting, but gay enough not to be threatening,” Joshua says, “And Jeonghan’s doing well, too. Right?”
“Yeah, I’m good. This place is closer to the office, and to Wonwoo’s school. Nice to have less travel time,” Jeonghan says.
They continue to catch up while they eat their meal. It’s nice to hear what his friends are up to, what they’ve been watching on television, how they feel about their coworkers. When Soonyoung was first getting to know Joshua he had an inside scoop on his whole life. They danced together, ate together, slept together. Space from Joshua was helpful in, you know, not being in love with him anymore, but Soonyoung misses the fine details of his life.
Soonyoung helps Jeonghan load the dishwasher after dinner. He’s never really been in a home with a dishwasher before- the luxury of it is astounding. Joshua tops off all their wine glasses and leads them into the living room.
Their apartment is new and nice and in a ridiculously fancy neighborhood, but it’s small. They only have one couch in the living room. Soonyoung is ushered into the middle seat, Joshua and Jeonghan sitting close on either side of him. Jeonghan sits with his knees spilling onto Soonyoung’s lap. Joshua’s arm ghosts Soonyoung’s shoulders as it drapes across the back of the sofa.
“So, where are you staying until your service starts?” Joshua asks.
“Um, I’m kind of just bouncing around. I’m with Jihoon for awhile, and then I’m crashing at Seungkwan’s for a few days before I go see my parents,” Soonyoung tells them.
“Shit, isn’t Jihoon having Wonwoo over tonight though?” Jeonghan says.
“Oh, right. Is that okay for you?” Joshua asks.
It sounds rehearsed, but Soonyoung isn’t sure what their angle is. He has an answer, though.
“Um, I guess I was just planning on staying out as late as possible? If you guys are trying to go to bed early I can call Seokmin and-” Soonyoung begins, but Jeonghan cuts him off.
“You should stay here tonight,” Jeonghan offers.
Soonyoung looks directly to Joshua for permission.
“We’d love to have you stay with us, Soonyoung,” Joshua smiles, his top teeth showing.
Soonyoung’s mind starts running a mile a minute. He thinks about his past sleepovers with Joshua. He thinks about quick, sloppy sex and naked cuddling. He thinks about Joshua in short-shorts and crop tops, thinks about his honey abs and muscular shoulders. He thinks about his dick pressed against Joshua’s.
God, not being in love doesn’t stop Joshua from being hot, does it?
“Yeah, okay, thanks guys,” Soonyoung agrees, willing his inappropriate thoughts from his mind.
But Jeonghan’s hand strokes his thigh in approval of his answer, and his brain starts up again. He thinks about the delicate bones of Jeonghan’s hands, about the curve of his long neck, about his cheekbones . It is cruel that the universe gave Joshua such a beautiful boyfriend. It makes Soonyoung feel gay twice over.
“Josh told me you like to get held when you’re sleeping,” Jeonghan says.
It makes sense that Joshua has told Jeonghan those kinds of things about him. Soonyoung knows that Jeonghan was jealous after he and Josh toured together. Talking about what happened must have been healing for him. It still makes Soonyoung blush, knowing that Jeonghan has these intimate details stored in his mind.
“I mean, yeah,” Soonyoung says.
He’s feeling shy. Joshua is one of his best friends, but Jeonghan isn’t. He’s known the guy for years, and they like each other, but they aren’t close . He isn’t surprised that Jeonghan knows the specifics of his sleeping preferences, but he’s embarrassed. He bets that Jeonghan doesn’t need to hold someone to sleep well.
“I do, too,” Jeonghan says, completely shattering Soonyoung’s train of thought.
“He’s way worse than you, Soonyoung. I never get a night to myself,” Joshua nods.
“Cute,” Soonyoung beams.
Because it is, and he’s too enamoured by the revelation to shut himself up.
Also, maybe, he wants Jeonghan to know that he thinks he’s cute.
Jeonghan’s hand squeezes his thigh again, his thumb ghosting farther up Soonyoung’s leg. Jeonghan stands suddenly. Soonyoung’s leg feels cold where his palm used to be.
“Let me get us some water,” Jeonghan says.
He traipses back into the kitchen, his legs looking especially long in his tight jeans. His ass is one of the flattest things that Soonyoung has ever laid his eyes on, but pairs nicely with his thin frame. His body suits his personality, sharp and lithe.
“He’s hot, right?” Joshua whispers in his ear.
Soonyoung realizes that he’s been staring. His throat gets hot, a blush creeping up his face.
“Sorry,” Soonyoung apologizes.
It’s probably uncouth to lust after your ex’s partner, two glasses of wine or not.
“It’s okay. We both think you’re cute too,” Joshua says.
He’s flirting. Soonyoung knows flirting. Is it okay for Joshua to be flirting with him? They haven’t done that since they were on tour together. Things were different then. Joshua was single. Jeonghan was enemy number one. Soonyoung was in love. God, thinking back on it, it was stupid as hell to be fucking Joshua back then. The stakes were way too high.
The stakes don’t feel so high now.
“Yeah? You two talk about how cute I am?” Soonyoung asks.
He leans in a little. He wants to make sure that Joshua knows he’s flirting back.
Joshua’s eyes look like they’re sparkling. It is, probably, the carefully curated dim lighting of their living room. Soonyoung finds it alluring regardless.
“Jeonghan!” Joshua calls, his eyes still locked with Soonyoung’s, “Soonyoung wants to know if we talk about how hot he is!”
Soonyoung swears that Jeonghan appears in the room in a flash of light with pink anime smoke around him. His smile is terrifying. Soonyoung has seen it on him before during board game nights. In Soonyoung’s experience, it usually means that Jeonghan is about to get exactly what he wants.
“Tell him about your fantasy, then,” Jeonghan says to Joshua.
“You’re sure?” Joshua asks.
This part of the conversation isn’t for Soonyoung. Joshua and Jeonghan are having a relationship discussion in front of him. They’re talking about if it’s okay to flirt with him. Maybe more. Soonyoung doesn’t know how far the two of them want this to go, but he’s invested in finding out. It’s been years since he’s seen Joshua Hong’s dick. He’s starting to forget what it looks like. A refresher would be nice.
Soonyoung tunes back into the conversation. His friends are on either side of him again, both staring at him.
“So do I get to hear that fantasy?” Soonyoung asks.
Joshua swallows. His throat bobs. It reminds Soonyoung of steamy blowjobs in the shower, of Joshua sweaty backstage guzzling water. Yeah, yeah, he’d definitely like to see this flirting thing through.
“He wants to see us kiss,” Jeonghan says.
Soonyoung keeps his eyes on Joshua. Joshua nods, just a little, a confirmation of Jeonghan’s statement.
“If that’s something that feels good for you,” Joshua adds.
Soonyoung isn’t going to pretend that he hasn’t thought about a threesome with Joshua and Jeonghan before. It was hard not to think about sex with Joshua, in general, when he’d first called things off. When he’d still had romantic feelings for Joshua, it was horrible seeing how sexy and cool Jeonghan was. Horrible is definitely not the word he’d use for it now.
“So, like, now?” Soonyoung asks.
He’s still looking at Joshua, waiting for permission.
“Uh, yeah. Okay. Now,” Joshua responds.
Soonyoung has the distinct feeling that Joshua didn’t fully expect for this plan to come to fruition tonight. It makes him feel like he has the upper hand for the first time all evening. With these two, he expects it to be short lived. He’d better use it while he has it.
He turns to Jeonghan and looks his lips over. They’re thin, and glossed, and just as tantalizing in person as they have been in Soonyoung’s mind. Soonyoung leans in to kiss him and Jeonghan doesn’t move a goddamn muscle. Soonyoung stops just shy of their mouths meeting and slips his thumb between them. He rubs it across Jeonghan’s lips as he brings his gaze to meet Jeonghan’s. Jeonghan looks scared only until he realizes that Soonyoung is staring at him.
“Have you two done this before?” Soonyoung asks, still centimeters away from Jeonghan.
“No,” Jeonghan whispers.
Joshua snorts loudly behind Soonyoung. It startles him away from Jeonghan’s mouth.
“You’re kind of interrupting, babe,” Jeonghan says to Joshua.
“Okay, but did you forget we slept with Seungcheol?” Joshua laughs.
“Oh, shit. Shit. Soonyoung, you cannot tell him I forgot about our sex. I’ll kill you,” Jeonghan threatens.
“Good, yeah, threaten to kill him before we try to have sex with him,” Joshua teases.
“It’s fine, I think it’s hot,” Soonyoung grins.
Before his friends can take the reins again, Soonyoung all but throws himself into Jeonghan’s lap.
“Remember when I gave you a lap dance?” he asks Joshua.
He doesn’t leave time for an answer. Soonyoung grinds his pelvis against Jeonghan’s and then leans in to kiss him. Jeonghan makes a small noise of surprise but adapts quickly. His hands find Soonyoung’s hair and grasp tightly.
He kisses nothing like Joshua. It’s surprising, in a good way. Jeonghan uses teeth right away, nipping at Soonyoung’s lips. Soonyoung is a big fan of a little pain. He plays it up, aware of Joshua’s eyes on him, moaning into Jeonghan’s mouth. Where Jeonghan likes teeth, Soonyoung likes tongue. He licks Jeonghan’s lips, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. Jeonghan takes Soonyoung’s tongue between his teeth and holds it.
Soonyoung feels exposed, vulnerable. He opens his eyes to find Jeonghan looking back at him with an intensity that has Soonyoung’s dick pulsing. He’s well past half-hard, doing all he can not to rut against Jeonghan. Instead, when Jeonghan gives him back possession of his own tongue, he plays at Jeonghan’s own game. Soonyoung bites gently at Jeonghan’s bottom lip and sucks. He pulls away after, completely abandoning Jeonghan’s gaze to stare at Joshua with wide, innocent eyes.
“Is that how you imagined it?” Soonyoung asks.
“Kind of,” Joshua responds, breathing deeply, “In my imagination you were both wearing less clothes.”
As soon as he says it, Soonyoung feels Jeonghan’s fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Soonyoung lifts his arms silently and allows himself to be undressed from the waist up.
“When do I get to see you two make out?” Soonyoung asks.
“After you kiss me,” Joshua says.
Joshua crawls towards him. Soonyoung stays firmly planted in Jeonghan’s lap, his hips angled so that Jeonghan can feel just how hard he is. Jeonghan, himself, doesn’t seem to have an erection yet, but Soonyoung thinks he can change that quickly enough.
Joshua kisses him more gently. His hand rests on Soonyoung’s jawline to tilt his head up. His lips are soft and taste like vanilla lip gloss. Where kissing Jeonghan was new and thrilling, kissing Joshua is familiar and comfortable.
That isn’t to say that Joshua’s style hasn’t changed- two years have gone by, and they have an audience now. Joshua’s kiss is more calculated today than Soonyoung remembers, like he’s thinking through every minute movement of his lips. His hands don’t explore Soonyoung as freely and desperately as they had in hotel rooms and stadium bathrooms. Now, they trace over his torso delicately, as if to show Jeonghan the outline of each of his abs.
Jeonghan reacts to it. He leans back to get a better view, but keeps a hand on the back of Soonyoung’s neck to hold him in place against Joshua’s kiss. Soonyoung is pinned between them. He knows he could stop this if he wanted, but being at their mercy feels good . Soonyoung does grind down on Jeonghan now, just a little bit, just until Jeonghan’s cock begins to grow hard under Soonyoung’s ass.
When his kiss with Joshua ends, Soonyoung starts talking.
“So, like, I’m happy to just keep kissing. Or to stop and watch TV, or whatever. But if you guys wanted to do more I’d be cool with that too. Just trying to get a handle on boundaries here, you know?” Soonyoung says.
If he’s honest with himself, he’s nervous. This situation is arousing. He’d like to keep going, would like to taste the both of them again, would like to see them kiss one another. He’d like them both naked, inside of him or around him or really any combination of penetration scenarios that they’d be into. At the same time, he is hyper aware that this may turn into a situation where he kisses his friends on the couch for awhile and then things get incredibly awkward.
“We… talked about this before you came. Is that okay?” Joshua asks him.
“I kind of figured,” Soonyoung says.
He’s not stupid. This clearly wasn’t a spontaneous makeout session. He kind of wishes he’d been let in on the plan before you arrived, but he’ll take what he can get.
“I know you and I talked about… your old feelings last time you were home, and you said you didn’t, uh…” Joshua trails off.
This is distinctly uncomfortable. He’s in Jeonghan’s lap and they’re all erect and Joshua is talking about Soonyoung’s old unrequited love.
“I don’t love you anymore, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Soonyoung says.
He figures that being direct is the best way to navigate the discomfort.
A thumb traces his cheek. Soonyoung turns to find Jeonghan’s arm extended towards him. He’s looking at Soonyoung with a fondness that Soonyoung finds odd for the tone of their conversation.
“We really care about you as a friend, Soonyoung. We don’t want to hurt you. But we’d really like to fuck you,” Jeonghan says.
“A one time thing?” Soonyoung asks.
Jeonghan’s thumb moves from Soonyoung’s cheek to his bottom lip. Soonyoung parts his lips and lolls his tongue towards Jeonghan’s hand, licking him gingerly. Jeonghan whines and looks towards Joshua.
“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe more than once,” Joshua says.
“We were hoping to just check in after,” Jeonghan says.
“Was there a reason it was only once with Seungcheol? I don’t want to, like, be causing a whole jealousy thing,” Soonyoung asks.
He keeps Jeonghan’s finger in his mouth as he says it. He feels marginally manipulative being so seductive while trying to set boundaries, but he also feels marginally manipulated knowing that a threesome had been on Joshua and Jeonghan’s minds long before they told him about it. He tells himself this is putting them all on level footing.
“I feel like me almost forgetting about fucking Seungcheol is telling enough, no?” Jeonghan responds.
Soonyoung laughs. Joshua rolls his eyes.
“Kay. Well, carry me to the bedroom then, yeah?” Soonyoung asks.
Soonyoung ends up carrying Jeonghan to the bedroom, wrapped around his middle like a sloth with his tongue shoved inside Soonyoung’s mouth.
Soonyoung doesn’t quite know what to do once he’s inside their bedroom. He becomes very overwhelmed with it being their bedroom. This is where Joshua and Jeonghan sleep at night, talk to one another, fuck Seungcheol apparently. Now he’s in the bed they share straddling Jeonghan while Joshua lights candles next to them. His mind keeps supplying him with the word intruder .
“Take off your shirt,” Soonyoung says to Jeonghan, hopeful they can bulldoze through to the part of the night where he feels completely at ease.
Jeonghan shares another look with Joshua. Even at the height of their casual relationship, Soonyoung was nowhere near communicating paragraphs with Joshua through a single glance. He feels jealousy creep up his spine for half a second. It is replaced by an anticipatory fear when that taunting smile graces Jeonghan’s face once again.
“Let’s get you naked first,” Joshua says.
They flip him over. Jeonghan works on his zipper while Joshua pulls his pants down from the ankles, his tight underwear showing off his very hard dick.
“The briefs are really hot,” Joshua comments.
“And really slutty,” Jeonghan adds, his slender fingers dipping under Soonyoung’s waistband.
Soonyoung is kind of hot and kind of slutty, so their assessment tracks.
Jeonghan’s fingers continue to ghost over Soonyoung’s lower abdomen. His stomach is covered in goosebumps. His dick pulses with excitement, his hardness growing under his friends’ direct gaze. Joshua is the one to pull off his underwear. He does so slowly, on his hands and knees over Soonyoung’s legs. Jeonghan’s eyes don’t leave Soonyoung’s crotch the entire time. He smiles when Soonyoung’s cock is revealed, bright pink and leaking.
“You know how hot you are, don’t you?” Jeonghan answers.
Soonyoung doesn’t have time to respond before Joshua asks, “You ever had two people blow you at the same time before?”
“Hha- no?” Soonyoung responds.
Jeonghan and Joshua pounce on him. Jeonghan’s palm flattens out across Soonyoung’s pelvis, holding him in place. Joshua grabs each of his thighs and pushes them apart gently. He slots himself in between them on his stomach, his feet in the air. Joshua looks at him with his big, dangerous brown eyes and licks a stripe up Soonyoung’s dick. Soonyoung only just manages to recover from it when Jeonghan’s mouth engulfs his head completely.
Soonyoung’s eyes press shut instinctively. A blowjob is, like, Soonyoung’s favorite thing in the world. Two pairs of lips on his shaft is so much more than Soonyoung could ever have imagined. Jeonghan’s tongue laps at the head of his cock while Joshua presses wet kisses up his length. Difficult as it is, he pryes his eyes open to get a better look.
It was the right call. Jeonghan and Joshua are gazing into each other’s eyes, their expressions mischievous. Jeonghan sucks his head hard once and pops off of it, the slick sound erotic. He licks down Soonyoung until his mouth is even with Joshua’s and the two of them begin kissing, Soonyoung’s cock between them.
The feeling is indescribable. It’s warm, and wet, and the pressure from lips and tongues and teeth is more than Soonyoung’s mind can keep up with.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Soonyoung breathes.
One of them laughs at him. The vibration has his eyes screwing shut again, his head tossed back in pleasure. Their kissing turns into a sloppy makeout session centered around the head of his dick. Soonyoung doesn’t bother trying to stay quiet. He doesn’t think it’d be possible to silence his wanton moans, not with tongues slicking across his frenulum.
Someone takes the whole of his cock into their mouth while the other laps at his balls. Soonyoung’s entire body jerks at the surprise of it, but Jeonghan’s hand holds him in place. He’s yelling, now, completely out of his mind as one of his friends bobs up and down on his length. He realizes quite suddenly that he’s about to orgasm, his balls pulled in tight towards his body.
“Stop, stop. My turn to blow you or I’m gonna cum,” Soonyoung pleads.
Even though he’s the one who’s asked for the pleasure to stop, he groans when they pull off him. Soonyoung thrusts up into the cold air. He’s never really liked edging, prefers chasing after multiple orgasms instead, but he doesn’t want to embarass himself by cumming too soon. He did it the first time he had a threesome, years ago. He won’t make the same mistake with Joshua and Jeonghan. They’d never let him live it down.
Jun would never let him live it down.
When Soonyoung comes back to his senses, Joshua and Jeonghan are as bare as he is. He’s distressed that he missed them undress but hungry for the hard dicks that dance tantalizingly close to his face.
“Soonyoung is really good at deepthroating,” Joshua says looking down at him.
“Can’t wait to fuck his throat then,” Jeonghan responds.
Soonyoung props himself up on his elbows and takes Jeonghan’s dick into his mouth until his lips meet Jeonghan’s pubic hair. Jeonghan makes an ugly noise that fills Soonyoung with pride. He’s never received negative feedback on his head, but he still likes it when his lovers make those cute strangled noises that make it sound like they’ve never encountered someone quite like him before.
Soonyoung makes sure he only gives Jeonghan a taste of what the back of his throat feels like before moving on to Joshua. Joshua keeps himself together more than his boyfriend had, but he still moans, still reaches his arms across Soonyoung to lean on Jeonghan for support. As fun as showing off his deep throating talent is, he’s got two cocks in front of him. Swallowing one cock whole isn’t the best way to take advantage of his bounty.
Soonyoung reaches an arm through each of his friends’ legs and pulls them closer with a hand to the ass. They get his message and move towards his mouth, their dicks bouncing off each other. He laps at them, greedily. Soonyoung isn’t sure how effective his licking is in terms of pleasure, but he knows the imagery of his mouth wide open as they take turns thrusting over his lips is something they won’t be forgetting any time soon.
“You look so pretty like this,” Jeonghan tells him, his fingers once more finding their way to Soonyoung’s hair.
“You’re pretty like this too, Jeonghan,” Joshua says in return.
And Joshua is right. Jeonghan naked is something Soonyoung never thought he’d have the opportunity to see in person. He looks like a work of art, his frame so delicate it could only be created by the finest craftsman.
Jeonghan and Joshua begin to kiss. It’s much easier for Soonyoung to watch without their tongues on his cock, even if he’s doing the work of blowing them while it’s happening. Soonyoung thinks that they kiss like they’ve got maps of each other's souls. There isn’t planning or tentativeness or wonder like when they’d kissed him. They move against one another like they can anticipate each other’s movements, wants, needs. Soonyoung finds himself transfixed by their familiarity.
Just one time, just for one second, he allows himself to wonder what it would be like to have that kind of comfort in a sexual relationship. Joshua just might be the closest he’s ever come to a romance that feels like home. From what he’s witnessing right now, even that was miles away from this precious thing he has with Jeonghan.
Maybe Soonyoung is just a novelty and intrigue kind of guy. It is definitely what he liked when he was Hoshi. He doesn’t know if things will change now that he’s back in Seoul, permanently. Retired from the stage, permanently. He doesn’t know if he wants them to.
The dicks in his face move away. Soonyoung notices half a second too late, his mouth still hanging open. Joshua looks down at him with a frown on his face.
“Are you okay?” Joshua asks.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I just… I was thinking about my job,” Soonyoung admits.
Both his friends back away from him in their own way, Jeonghan leaning into his hip and Joshua sitting back on his calves.
“We can stop, Soonyoung. I know there’s a lot on your mind right now. We don’t have to add to it,” Joshua says.
Soonyoung swallows. He looks Joshua over, and then Jeonghan. Soonyoung hadn’t prepared himself for sex with his theoretically monogamous friends tonight. This could complicate their dynamic. It could complicate the dynamic between their entire group of friends. Observing the caring looks on their faces in this moment, though- Soonyoung doubts that it will. He knows he’s sexually compatible with Joshua, and he knows he’s wanted to fuck Jeonghan since he met him drunk at a party two years ago filled with jealousy and confusion.
“I like this,” Soonyoung shakes his head, “I want to keep going.”
And just like that, they’re shifting positions, Joshua straddling Soonyoung’s face with Jeonghan nestled between Soonyoung’s thighs.
“You still flexible?” Joshua asks him.
“You’ll see,” Soonyoung winks.
He feels warm hands on his thighs- Jeonghan’s. Jeonghan lifts his legs into the air and passes them off to Joshua, who hauls them up and over Soonyoung’s shoulders. Joshua presses down onto Soonyoung’s calves, his shins now flat against the pillows, with his cock resting on Soonyoung’s lips.
“Gonna face fuck you like this while Jeonghan eats you out,” Joshua tells him.
Soonyoung beams, and then opens wide to engulf Joshua’s cock. Joshua really does face fuck him. He wastes no time in burying himself to the hilt in Soonyoung’s mouth. Soonyoung’s senses are filled with Joshua, his skin on his calves and throat and cheeks. His whole world smells like Joshua like this, fancy soap covering the musk of his cock. He’s overwhelmed by it.
Then, suddenly, it isn’t just him and Joshua. It’s Jeonghan’s fingers spreading his ass cheeks apart, Jeonghan’s tongue licking circles into his asshole. If Joshua’s cock slamming against the back of his throat was overwhelming, Jeonghan’s tongue working its way inside him has Soonyoung beside himself. He can’t exactly see what he looks like- all he can see is Joshua’s pelvis. He can imagine himself, though, imagine his own face sticky with spit as Joshua straddles his head, can imagine his legs thrown back over his shoulders, ass in the air as Jeonghan eats him out and nips at his inner thighs.
“Can Jeonghan fuck you, Soonyoung-ah?” Joshua says above him, one hand moving briefly from Soonyoung’s leg to stroke through his hair.
Soonyoung nods around Joshua’s cock. He wants to badly to be fucked, to be ravished, to have trouble sitting down when he leaves this apartment tomorrow. Jeonghan’s tongue is replaced by cool, slick fingers. Again Soonyoung is reminded that Joshua must have divulged all of Soonyoung’s sexual secrets. Jeonghan doesn’t open him up slowly and carefully. He slides two fingers in right away. Soonyoung bucks down into the sensation, grateful that Joshua is holding his legs tight to the bed to keep him in this contorted position.
Two fingers quickly becomes three, and then four. Soonyoung begins to wonder if Jeonghan is going to full on fist him when the fingers leave him entirely, a warm cock head tracing his rim in their place. Soonyoung wishes that he could watch as Jeonghan enters him. The feeling of being stuffed from either end makes up for it. His throat feels raw from Joshua’s cock slamming against it. The feeling contrasts the euphoria of his sphincter relaxing and stretching wide to accommodate Jeonghan.
Whatever position Jeonghan must be in to maneuver himself inside Soonyoung at this angle doesn’t lend well to hitting his prostate. It’s for the best, really. Soonyoung would probably cum on the spot if it did. As Jeonghan thrusts into him, Soonyoung’s pelvis is pressed harder towards Joshua’s back. Each time Jeonghan slams into him, Soonyoung’s cock bumps against Joshua’s skin. He’s desperate for more, begs for it even with Joshua inside his mouth.
The vibrations of his moaning fuck Joshua up. His thrusts into Soonyoung’s throat become arrhythmic and sputtering. Nails press hard into Soonyoung’s calves. Soonyoung fleetinging hopes that Joshua bruises him, leaves marks to remember him by across Soonyoung’s skin.
Joshua pulls himself halfway out of Soonyoung’s mouth as he orgasms. Soonyoung opens his mouth as wide as it will go, his tongue on full display to collect Joshua’s cum. He must look filthy as he swallows, covered in sweat and spit and cum. Joshua slaps his cock once on Soonyoung’s cheek, a final drop of semen splattering on his face.
Hot as it was, Soonyoung’s body is relieved when Joshua moves to sit beside him. Jeonghan pauses his fucking to help Soonyoung uncurl, moving them into a position that looks a bit more like missionary. Jeonghan folds his legs under himself and props Soonyoung’s ass on his knees, Soonyoung’s legs wrapped around Jeonghan’s hips. This position works much better for his prostate. He and Jeonghan are both tired. Jeonghan doesn’t thrust into him with as much vigor as he had at the start. The rolling of Soonyoung’s hips is more lazy, slow and deep against Jeonghan.
“You two look so good together,” Joshua tells them.
He moves beside Jeonghan, pressing soft kisses into his neck. They both look down at him. Soonyoung feels on display again. It spreads an embarrassed, arousing warmth across his chest. Joshua knows that Soonyoung likes to be looked at. He spreads Soonyoung’s ass cheeks as Jeonghan continues to grind into him.
“Uhn, so pretty spreading open for me Soonyoungie,” Jeonghan moans.
“Feel so good in me,” Soonyoung agrees.
His hand comes up to palm aimlessly at Jeonghan’s chest, happy just to be feeling skin.
“Can I spread you more Soonyoung? You can take more, right?” Joshua asks.
It’s a leading question. Soonyoung knows the answer that Joshua wants, and Soonyoung lives to please. He nods, his spent vocal cords failing to come up with words.
Joshua opens a bottle of lube and slicks the viscous liquid across his right hand. Unnervingly slow, Joshua works a finger inside Soonyoung. Soonyoung is often proud of just how flexible his ass can be, but this is difficult even for him. Jeonghan stops pumping as Joshua slips his finger inside Soonyoung. The stretch burns in a way that Soonyoung loves. He feels whole, complete, fulfilled.
“Fuck me again, hyung,” Soonyoung whispers.
Jeonghan thrusts once, experimentally. He and Soonyoung moan at the same time, both of them overtaken by the feeling of Joshua’s finger. Joshua searches for Soonyoung’s prostate as Jeonghan and Soonyoung once more establish their rhythm. Joshua finds what he’s looking for and lighting strikes Soonyoung. It turns him to putty, makes him feel as if he’s ready for anything.
“One more finger hyung, please, please, I can take it,” Soonyoung pleads.
Joshua obliges him. The second finger slides into him with more ease. The burn comes back, and fades away soon after. The pressure on Soonyoung’s prostate is much more distracting than any pain. Soonyoung misses it, misses the ache in his sphincter. He’s so, so close to orgasm but he needs more .
“One more Joshy, please? Please?” Soonyoung whines.
There are tears in his eyes as he writhes in Jeonghan’s lap. He can see the way they look down at him, all lust and concern. Soonyoung loves it.
“Jesus Christ , Soonyoung,” Jeonghan curses.
Joshua adds a third finger.
Soonyoung is so unbelievably open . It hurts undeniably now. Soonyoung’s moans sound loud even in his own ears. He ruts wantonly onto Jeonghan’s dick, onto Joshua’s fingers. Soonyoung’s hand automatically moves to his own cock. He jerks himself hard and fast, matching the speed of Joshua’s fingertips against his prostate.
His orgasm hits him like a truck. He feels it in his entire being as ropes shoot out of him, landing on his chest. His asshole twitches violently against the flesh inside him. The pain goes from immensely pleasurable to intolerable within seconds. Soonyoung grabs Joshua’s wrist with his free hand and tugs him out. He can still hear himself yelling in pleasure, can feel his body twitch in Jeonghan’s lap as the reverberations of his orgasm rock him.
Soonyoung doesn’t know when Jeonghan cums, is far too lost in his own pleasure, but he notices as Jeonghan’s softening cock exits him, can feel semen ooze out of him onto the bed sheets.
Soonyoung closes his eyes and nuzzles into the lap of the person nearest to him, completely unaware of who it is.
“That was fucking crazy,” he comments.
“Yeah,” someone agrees.
Fingers card through his hair. Soonyoung knows that he looks good blonde, but the attention being paid to his hair tonight was unexpected. He likes it, though, the feeling of fingertips against his scalp.
“Want help cleaning up?” Joshua asks from behind him.
Soonyoung looks up to find that Jeonghan is the lap he’s curled into. Joshua is on his opposite side, stroking his hair.
“No, I’ve got it. Bathroom’s out there?” Soonyoung asks.
“Mhm. You can shower if you want. Use whatever towels,” Jeonghan offers.
Jeonghan and Joshua’s bathroom has a heated floor. Their hair and skincare products are salon quality brand name, and their towels are fluffy and luxurious. He spends maybe a little too much time in the bathroom but feels much better for it by the time he’s out. The hot water on his muscles will help ease the ache building in them.
Soonyoung exits the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the temperature of the living room cool on his skin. He shivers his way into the bedroom where Jeonghan and Joshua lay next to one another in matching robes. Jeonghan motions to a tea cup on one of the bedside tables.
“Jun taught me how to make his post-blowjob tea,” Jeonghan says.
“Thanks,” Soonyoung smiles.
He takes the tea as an invitation into their bed. He sits cross-legged with a towel wrapped around his waist as he sips from the large mug.
“I put some pajamas out on the dresser for you,” Joshua tells him.
Soonyoung finishes his tea and slips into the sweatpants and t-shirt Josha laid out for him. It reminds him of his tour with Joshua, of trading clothes and enveloping himself in Joshua’s scent. These clothes don’t smell only of Joshua. Jeonghan’s smell is mixed in, warm like spice.
“Am I sleeping in here tonight?” Soonyoung asks.
He’s tired, and he’d rather know now if they’re sequestering him to the couch.
“I already told you you’re the one in charge of holding Jeonghan tonight,” Joshua rolls his eyes.
So, Soonyoung climbs into bed and tangles himself up with Jeonghan.
Soonyoung likes to think of himself as adaptable. As a performer, he has to be. Every new hotel room has to feel like home, every new member of the dance company has to feel like family. Sleeping with Jeonghan and Joshua still comes more naturally to him than he anticipated. Jeonghan’s slow breath as he falls asleep is comforting. Joshua’s snoring a foot away from them sounds like white noise. Soonyoung falls asleep fucked-out and blissful.
The sun wakes him up too early. His body hasn’t adjusted properly to Korea’s time zone yet. Hell, his body hasn’t been properly adjusted to any time zone for the better part of three years. He stirs to consciousness on his back, drool on his cheek. Jeonghan has moved away from him in the night, rolling over to his other side to hold Joshua tightly.
Soonyoung’s gut coils. It feels like envy, or loss, or wanting.
Soonyoung considers going back to sleep. He could use the rest, and this bed is so comfortable. He doesn’t think Jeonghan would mind if Soonyoung snuggled up against his back. He thinks they both might kiss him when they wake up. Soonyoung stares up at the ceiling and imagines what his 10:00 AM could look like. Joshua would cook while Soonyoung sits on the counter. Jeonghan would come in after his shower and kiss them both. He might snake Soonyoung’s hand down his pants, might press Soonyoung in between himself and Joshua.
Soonyoung can imagine the glow of the sun from their small kitchen window illuminating the scene. He imagines morning shower sex and breakfast at the table, imagines lounging on the sofa until the sky grows dark, imagines convincing them to order delivery and fucking them afterwards and falling asleep in the middle of them.
It dawns on him that he is romanticizing. This isn’t unlike the way he fell in love with Joshua the first time around. He got too comfortable, felt too homey with him, could imagine them doing what they were doing for a long time. It hadn’t ended well two years ago. He really, really doesn’t want to fuck up this friendship. Not with Joshua, not with Jeonghan.
So, Soonyoung doesn’t crawl back under the covers. He slips out of bed and into his street clothes. Jeonghan has all of his office supplies in the living room. Soonyoung scratches out a message on a notepad, a quick “thanks for having me, call me for bbq on friday” that will let them know things are okay.
It’s not quite five-thirty when he quietly shuts the door to Jeonghan and Joshua’s apartment. The hills are easier on the way down, gravity making the trek less painful on his legs and ass. Soonyoung considers taking the bus back to Jihoon’s place. It’s where he’s living, if briefly. He doesn’t think it’d feel good, though, doesn’t think he’d like it if he showed up and Wonwoo was still there, doesn’t think he’d like it if he showed up and Wonwoo wasn’t.
Soonyoung picks up his phone and dials back his most recent missed call.
“It’s my day off, hyung,” Seungkwan answers, his voice muffled and irritated.
“I’m coming over. Can you ask Minghao to make tea?” Soonyoung requests.
He feels like crying, but swallows down the lump in his throat.
On the other end of the phone there’s a commotion. Soonyoung pulls his cell away from his ear until it subsides. When it does, Minghao greets him.
“Hello, Soonyoung. What did you do?” he asks, calm but direct.
“Joshua and Jeonghan?” Soonyoung laughs.
Minghao sighs. Soonyoung hears him as he addresses Seungkwan, “Get dressed, it really is important.”
Minghao’s mouth moves closer to the receiver to tell Soonyoung, “If you’ve made things awkward for Seungkwan’s barbeque night on Friday I will kill you. See you soon!”
Soonyoung hangs up and calls for a cab, smiling.