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“Hoseok hyung,” Taehyung says dramatically, lowering the cup of beer that he and Hoseok are splitting and refusing to continue until Hoseok looks at him. Across from them, where he’s sitting close to the edge of his own king-sized bed, Namjoon narrows his eyes at Taehyung like he has just sensed what’s coming. Namjoon would probably object to the timing, but Taehyung thinks it’s perfect: the lighting in here is dim, they’re all about a drink in, there’s a lull in the conversation and Namjoon’s playlist has just shuffled onto something with a smooth, sultry beat. Taehyung made him add this one because every other song in the playlist just screamed platonic bro fun. “You know that you’re totally the one that got away for our Namjoonie, right?”
The effects are immediate. Hoseok shrieks and slaps Taehyung’s thigh like he’s surprised that Taehyung knows about this (he shouldn’t be, Taehyung knows about all of Namjoon’s dirty laundry, Taehyung is very good at manipulating secrets out of people and besides, they’re in love); Namjoon yells and throws his pillow at Taehyung, hitting the beer and spilling it all over the sheets and Taehyung’s lap. Typical Namjoon, honestly.
“That is not true,” Hoseok says, rolling his eyes and flippant until he gets a look at Namjoon’s red face and starts looking adorably confused. “Joon-ah?”
Taehyung tosses the empty solo cup in Namjoon’s direction, vengefully hoping that the last few remaining drops stain his pants. “It’s true! Before you guys boned down, Namjoon had had this massive crush and he’d been planning to confess except he’s really bad at that so you came on to him before he could, and then you guys never talked about feelings and then you left to travel the world, and here we are.”
Namjoon covers his face with one hand. Hoseok is looking between them both with an uncertain look on his face, like he thinks he’s being punked. Taehyung feels for both of them, but his heart melts the most for Namjoon, and he can’t help but coo a little as he moves forward to tug Namjoon’s hand away from his face and kiss his cheek. “Babe, don’t be embarrassed! Isn’t this why we’re all here, to uh, get to know each other and bond?”
Namjoon lifts his head to glare at Taehyung. It’s a glare that says, ‘we’re here to angle for a threesome but only two of us knew that going in.’ It’s a glare that says, ‘I did not give you permission to spill my secrets in angling for this threesome.’ It’s a glare that says Taehyung has gone off-book in ways that Namjoon, lovely nervous far-too-trusting Namjoon, does not condone.
It’s a glare that Taehyung possibly deserves, but he figures it’s okay, because his plan is going to work and the ends justify the means. Namjoon will thank him later, probably. Taehyung winks at him and squishes his cheeks when Namjoon starts to say something that would have been “Shut up.”
“So anyway, Hoseokie hyung,” Taehyung says loudly, turning to his other boyfriend. He keeps Namjoon’s face in his hands, tilting it towards Hoseok when he talks. “Is that how you felt after you guys hooked up? Always wanted to do it again, but thought you were doomed to just be bros?”
Sitting at the head of the bed, Hoseok pulls his knees up to his chest. He’s wearing those shorty little yellow athletic shorts and Taehyung and Namjoon have a great view of his thighs right now. His eyes are wide and there’s half a smile on his face, like he still thinks Taehyung might be joking, as opposed to going in for the kill. “Um, I don’t know? I mean, yeah, of course I wanted to do it again.”
“What do you mean, ‘of course’?” Namjoon seems to have decided that he’s back in this conversation now, done with sulking at Taehyung for being Taehyung. “Did you think you were being obvious about that or something?”
Hoseok draws himself up, indignant. “I asked you if you wanted to do it again! That winter party, remember I asked you -”
“--oh my god, I think I know what you're talking about and you're kidding me, that was nothing--”
Taehyung sits back while they argue about events in their friendship that happened before he came on the scene. He grabs Namjoon's drink to finish, since the remnants of his beer are still drying sticky in his lap. Things are like this: He met Namjoon almost a year ago and fell in big, head over heels love, so much and so bad that he would have put aside his free loving ways and signed on for monogamy if Namjoon had asked. But Namjoon hadn't wanted that, so they kept things open. The poly part was pretty theoretical until Hoseok came back from his worldwide dance tour, he and Taehyung met, and Taehyung was falling in love again.
When Taehyung had come over to Namjoon’s place (they always ended up at Namjoon’s because it was usually moderately cleaner than Taehyung’s, and the bed was an actual bed so it made Taehyung feel like he was getting lavishly spoiled by his slightly-upper-middle-class boyfriend every time) the morning after meeting Hoseok, Namjoon had tripped over his feet when Taehyung told him the news even though they were standing still in the hallway.
“Oh, that’s right, Hoseok is uh, yeah, he’s back in town,” Namjoon had said in a weird high voice. Taehyung hadn’t realized that his shiny new Hoseok was also that Hoseok, Namjoon’s absent best friend Hoseok. He’d thought that Namjoon’s discomfort was about Taehyung wanting to hook up with one of his friends, or just upset that Taehyung had found someone else he was interested in, period, so that first conversation had mostly been about rehashing the whole polyamory thing. But in the end, Namjoon was very firm about giving his blessing, so Taehyung had thought that was the end of it.
Namjoon could be sneaky sometimes, in his way. It was usually a talent that came out only when he was sabotaging himself. It wasn't until Taehyung and Hoseok had been doing each other for a few weeks that Taehyung found out that not only were Namjoon and Hoseok besties, they had also banged it out once years ago, before Namjoon met Taehyung and before Hoseok left to travel the world. But it was more than that: Namjoon had had a major thing for Hoseok before the hook-up, and had pined for him for ages afterward, even though nothing ever happened again between them.
“Tell me you're joking,” Taehyung had said, horrified, when Namjoon drunkenly confessed the whole story. “You mean you pined for this guy from afar for years, finally started getting over him, then you meet a new guy and your new boyfriend just, independent of all that, starts also dating the first guy you were in love with? Sweetheart,” Taehyung grabbed Namjoon's hands and dropped kisses on his knuckles, staring into his eyes. “That is the most cursed cucked thing I have ever heard of.”
Namjoon just shook his head at Taehyung like he was missing the point. “I had gotten over him by the time I met you, I swear. I wasn’t still hung up on him when we got together, okay? I don’t want you to think that.” His forehead was all wrinkled up in earnestness and Taehyung thought he might die, his boyfriend was too much. He let go of Namjoon’s hands to give in to the urge to smoosh his cheeks.
“Sweetie, remember who you’re talking to? I’m not jealous, you can love both of us. In fact, I want you to, your story is too sad and we have to make it right.” Taehyung kissed Namjoon, with plenty of tongue, before he could try and argue further. Taehyung was good at winning arguments this way, and this was no exception, especially since Namjoon clearly wanted to agree to try for a threesome with his lost love, he just had to be convinced that he deserved it, that what he wanted was okay. It was a point of pride for Taehyung, how good he was at making Namjoon accept his own desires.
So that's what tonight is about. Taehyung had invited Hoseok over to hang out with them after complaining that it was weird that his two boyfriends were BFF but they’d never showered him with affection at the same time; he did not say the words “we should have a threesome” out loud, but honestly, he’s dropped hints and Hoseok is a smart guy. Surely he’s put it together on his own.
Except--Hoseok can be just as oblivious of his own appeal as Namjoon. He’d hit on Taehyung first when they met at a college party those months back, but Hoseok had confessed later that he never thought that Taehyung would actually respond; he’d just been winking and smiling at everyone, with no expectation that anything would come of it. Right now he’s arguing with Namjoon about events from more than two years ago, getting a little red in the face and occasionally shrieking, like he has no idea that this is supposed to end in sex. And Namjoon is no help, he’s got the stubborn jut to his lower lip that often spells the most pedantic of trouble. Taehyung needs to get them back on track, back in the present moment when the sexual rebirth of their past relationship is possible and away from their past miscommunications and fuckups.
“Whatever,” Taehyung says loudly, and both heads swivel to look at him. Hoseok is breathing hard enough that the rise and fall of his chest catches Taehyung’s eye, and there are beads of sweat on his pink forehead. The blooming effects of the one beer they’d been sharing.
“I’m just throwing this out there,” Taehyung says, spreading his hands out now that he’s got their attention. “But maybe the specifics of who’s to blame for the shitty communication years ago is less important than the opportunity to correct things right now.”
“What do you mean, correct things?” Hoseok says, sounding utterly mystified. Namjoon coughs and it turns into a whole coughing fit; Taehyung slaps his back helpfully.
“Correct the mistake you guys made by never fucking again,” Taehyung says, abandoning the indirect approach. Hoseok, already a good 20% of the way towards flushed, now turns fully red. Taehyung gives him a wide grin.
“That’s not--I mean--Taehyung-ah, I think there are better ways to put it,” Namjoon says, having apparently recovered enough from his coughing fit to undermine his own agenda. “We don’t want to make you feel any kind of pressure, okay? This is just--an idea we had.”
“Right, no pressure,” Taehyung says, feeling a twinge of guilt for thinking that Namjoon was just being awkward, because that bit’s important. “No pressure, but considering that all three of us have known each other intimately in separate situations, Joonie and I thought that it would be a wonderful experience to get intimate in the same situation. All three of us. You know?”
The silence lasts much longer than Taehyung had anticipated it lasting. Hoseok’s eyes are huge and his lips are parted, a comical image of shock as he glances between the two of them. Taehyung is starting to get nervous: he knows he can operate a few steps out in front (or behind, or to the side, or on a diagonal) of people sometimes, finds himself on a different wavelength without at all meaning to, but he genuinely didn’t expect this suggestion to be all that shocking or revelatory for anyone involved. Taehyung’s never had a threesome before, but none of them are monogamous so it shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Unless he drastically misunderstood the nature of Namjoon and Hoseok’s relationship, which is feeling like a larger possibility as the silent seconds tick by.
But then Namjoon makes a ‘tsk’ noise and says, “Hobi, we’re not asking you a life or death question here. There’s no wrong answer and you don’t have to look like we’re going to run you over with a car depending on what you choose.”
It snaps Hoseok out of his deer-in-headlights expression, and his shoulders relax and he gives Namjoon one of his weird chittering laughs that sounds like it should be coming from a Star Wars animal. “Neither of you can fucking drive! So of course not ”
Hobi, Taehyung realizes, is a nickname for Hoseok that he isn’t familiar with. But instead of making him feel left out, he finds it intriguing. Taehyung doesn’t know how to categorize this feeling, like some strange crossover between curiosity and pride and arousal in reaction to seeing intimacy revealed between two people he loves.
He interrupts their conversation by stretching out on the bed and laying his head in Hoseok’s lap. He’s always liked the way Hoseok’s toned thighs feel beneath his head, and he likes the proximity of his face to Hoseok’s dick, especially since Hoseok so often wears shorts in soft athletic materials that don’t leave much to the imagination, and that stretch and fold appealingly when you push your head against them.
Hoseok breathes in sharply and adjusts his legs. His fingers card through Taehyung’s hair, then tug, just a little bit of sharpness that goes straight to Taehyung’s groin. “Oh, hello. Taehyungie, did you think we’d forgotten you?”
“No! Just wanted this.” Taehyung gropes out behind him until he finds Namjoon’s hand, tangling their fingers together and then tugging. Namjoon moves closer obediently, and Taehyung hears him make a soft, almost wounded sound when Taehyung places their hands on the crease of Hoseok’s hip, encouraging Namjoon’s palm on Hoseok’s flat belly. Taehyung strokes his thumb over Namjoon’s knuckles and turns his head until he’s looking up at Namjoon’s face. “Okay?”
“Okay,” Namjoon says.
“Joonie,” Hoseok says. And Taehyung feels the movement against his cheek when Hoseok leans forward, cupping Namjoon’s face and kissing him.
A keen and eager sort of hope winds through Taehyung's belly, sends shivers up his chest. He can hear the hot, soft sounds of exchanged breaths over his head, and Hoseok’s fingers flex in his hair. Namjoon lets out a low moan. Taehyung thinks he could get fully hard just from this, just from being this close and hearing how much they want each other.
He rubs his cheek against Hoseok’s thigh, then shifts closer and sees, smells, feels that Hoseok is already more than a little hard himself. Taehyung starts salivating, like literally, which would be embarrassing except that Taehyung has very little shame to begin with and even less around these two people, some of his favorite humans on the planet. He doesn’t at all mind that he’s drooling at the prospect of having his face nestled against Hoseok’s erection.
Namjoon and Hoseok are still making out over his head, Hoseok’s stomach bumping against Taehyung’s cheek and Namjoon’s palm starting to sweat where Taehyung is still clasping his hand. Taehyung lets go of Namjoon’s hand in favor of touching Hoseok’s cock through his shorts, shaping his palm over the hot length of it and pressing, squeezing. The result is Hoseok’s lap shifting under him and Hoseok’s sounds above him, muffled by Namjoon’s mouth but still so eager, still so hot. Taehyung has always been greedy for just how loud Hoseok can be when he really lets go.
Taehyung, thirsty, manages to tug down Hoseok’s shorts enough to free his dick, and says, “I’m not trying to interrupt, keep doing whatever,” when Namjoon pauses to inquire down at him. Hoseok says, “Holy shit, Tae--” and then cuts off with a choked noise when Taehyung licks up the vein of his dick, slurps his tongue over the soft round head before sucking it into his mouth.
The angle, of course, is awkward. Taehyung has never tried to give head to someone who is actively making out with someone else, and Namjoon’s knee is placed in a dangerous sort of way where if he moved it suddenly he could probably just take Taehyung’s pancreas down for the count, but honestly sex with Namjoon has often presented its own weirdly unique challenges and Taehyung always found that to be a turn-on. Like his boyfriend’s clumsiness means that fucking him makes Taehyung feel sort of like how Steve Irwin must have felt on a good day, victorious in kinship with something truly special and rare that most people before him had been too stupid to seek out.
“Oh, Tae, I love you,” Namjoon says, high-pitched and breathless with his fingers now petting Taehyung’s hair next to Hoseok’s. Namjoon really makes Taehyung’s heart swell right up, ready to burst with affection and disbelief at how one person could be so wonderful. Taehyung wants to tell Namjoon that it’s super romantic that he’s telling Taehyung he loves him while watching him blow another dude, but his mouth is full.
Taehyung sucks lightly and rubs his tongue against the underside of Hoseok’s dick, trying to get it as wet as possible before bobbing his head up and down. He’s proud of his deep-throating skills, as they were hard won, but he doesn’t feel the need to bust out anything fancy or impressive here. He’s not trying to make Hoseok bust a nut into another galaxy, not yet, he just wants to make him feel good.
Hoseok groans and sighs and keens, his hips rocking up slightly, the tip of his dick bumping against Taehyung’s soft palate. Taehyung swallows around him and Hoseok whimpers, and Taehyung hearing all this clearly means that he and Namjoon must not be kissing anymore. Taehyung’s sensory awareness is fairly limited to the dick in his mouth and the dark, blurry vision of Hoseok’s pubes that he can see when he opens his eyes (but why would you keep your eyes open during a blowjob unless it’s to eyefuck the other person), but he’s vaguely aware of arms moving around him and over his head, Namjoon leaning closer, sucking sounds that might indicate some sort of necking.
Then Namjoon says, “I--I think I want to--hmm.” Which is the sort of statement that with Namjoon, often precedes a creative, out-of-the-box sexual idea that 10% of the time sends one of them to the hospital, and 90% of the time leads to something so mind-blowing and beautiful that it should be on display in the MOMA if the MOMA had a display room for amateur pornography. Taehyung lets Hoseok’s dick pop wetly from his mouth and twists his head up to show Namjoon that he’s listening, attentive.
But Hoseok might not know what kind of genius-IQ shenanigans to expect, considering he’s only fucked Namjoon the once, because he says, “Yeah baby, I want you too,” like he thinks Namjoon is just saying rote sexy stuff instead of coming up with something brilliant in the mad scientist lab of his beautiful brain.
“Yeah,” Namjoon says back, distracted, and then he breaks away from Hoseok’s embrace (Hoseok makes a super cute little sad mewing noise that would be weird and furry-adjacent from anyone else, but Taehyung is just so helpless for all his sounds) to scoot backwards on the bed and join Taehyung on his belly, lying down shoulder-to-shoulder.
“Hello,” Taehyung says to him. “Are you joining me down here? It’s a nice neighborhood.”
“Oh my god, what are you doing,” Hoseok says faintly, above them.
“Hello,” Namjoon says, and kisses the tip of Taehyung’s nose. Taehyung goes pink like a schoolgirl. “Can I join you?”
“Oh my god,” Hoseok says, louder, and Taehyung blows a raspberry on his thigh to make him squeal.
“Please, welcome to my home,” Taehyung says. “Seokie, can Namjoon and I go down on you together? We’ll make it good, I promise.”
Hoseok burbles something and then yelps when Namjoon pinches his thigh lightly. “Yes, fuck, be my fucking guest, oh my god Tae. And Joon! What the fuck?”
Taehyung ignores Hoseok’s meltdown in favor of looking at his dick and considering what their game plan should be. He decides it would be best to shift his attention down lower, since his jaw was getting a little sore from sucking on the shaft anyway. He ought to let Namjoon have a turn. It’s really anyone’s guess whether they can be coordinated enough to pull this off, but Taehyung tries to radiate confidence as he shifts on the bed and laps down at the base of Hoseok’s cock, trailing his tongue over Hoseok’s balls before sucking one into his mouth. He’s really only sucked balls in passing before, never as the main event, so he doesn’t know if he’s like… good at it, or whatever. Maybe sucking scrotum is not the sort of thing that one is really good at or bad at.
Taehyung feels a puff of breath over his cheek when Namjoon joins him, then hears the unmistakable sound of a (very nice) set of lips sucking cock, right by his ear. It’s so fucking hot. He’s surrounded by the musky, salty scent of Hoseok’s pre-come and his sweat, and it makes him shiver to be doing this with Namjoon so close to him, doing it too. Hoseok’s balls fill his mouth, rolling on his tongue, and Taehyung could get into doing this on the regular, incorporating it into his blowjob skillset. It feels dirty and louche in an appealing way.
So does doing this in tandem with Namjoon. Taehyung pulls back enough to look at what Namjoon is doing, and the sight of his cheeks hollowed around Hoseok’s flushed and hard dick makes Taehyung’s own dick twitch in his pants. Taehyung bites his lip and glances up at Hoseok, who looks like maybe he’s finally stopped thinking so much. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares down at Namjoon, his face and what Taehyung can see of his chest flushed red, his jaw slack. He looks gorgeous and fuckable. He meets Taehyung’s eyes a little loopy and vacant, and then his gaze sharpens when Taehyung holds eye contact and licks his lips.
Taehyung grins at him and then leans over again, meeting Namjoon’s lips over Hoseok’s cockhead. Namjoon responds warmly, licking at Taehyung’s mouth and moaning against him with Hoseok’s dick pushing against both their chins, saliva and pre-come and everything messy messy messy and so wonderful. Hoseok’s voice, above them, chants out curses and his hips cant and Taehyung thinks that it’s almost like he’s fucking the crease of their mouths as they kiss.
Taehyung shifts the angle of his head until he can slide Hoseok’s shaft between his lips, and watches as Namjoon does the same thing. They don’t have the rhythm or the telepathy required to match their timing together, it turns out, but that doesn’t seem to matter for the way Hoseok is coming apart: trembling thighs, ab muscles jerking, his litany of curses becoming totally incoherent. Taehyung feels Hoseok’s hand in his hair again, fingers twisting and pulling hard and hurting deliciously, and can see that Hoseok is doing the same thing to Namjoon.
“God, I need, I really need,” Hoseok says shakily, and Taehyung moans when Hoseok pulls him by the hair up to be kissed. “I need to fuck you or fuck Joonie or someone use their mouth for real or something, because I need to come already or I’m going to fucking die, you evil little shits.”
Hoseok’s eyes are dark and narrowed, looking at Taehyung a little meanly, a look that makes Taehyung dribble pre-come into his boxers. Taehyung swallows hard, and watches as Hoseok’s expression shifts when Namjoon takes his suggestion and starts sucking him in earnest. He goes down almost all the way, making weirdly hot gagging noises when Hoseok whimpers and fucks into his mouth. Taehyung curls up against Hoseok’s side, swinging a leg over his thigh while he watches Namjoon’s head bobbing up and down. He can’t help but press his own neglected erection into Hoseok’s thigh, and Hoseok swats his ass.
“Are you humping my leg? Can’t control yourself?” Hoseok bites down on the shell of Taehyung’s ear, not gently, and Taehyung moans. He shakes his head and then shakes all over when Hoseok grips his jaw, turning Taehyung’s face to the side and biting his neck.
Hoseok comes like that, in Namjoon’s mouth with his teeth fastened in the soft skin above Taehyung’s collarbone. Taehyung’s skin will bruise from that for sure, and he loves the idea, loves that he’s not only going to see these marks on his own skin but that Namjoon will see them, too. Probably his ears will go red every time, and Taehyung will challenge him to leave his own bruises on the other collarbone so that it matches.
They shuffle around some after Hoseok comes, stripping off clothes and settling into bed for real and curling around each other, three people trading kisses slowly back and forth. Taehyung is still hard, but it’s nice to be lazy, to watch Namjoon and Hoseok kiss each other like--well, like they’ve been wanting to do this for years but never did because they were stupid and needed someone much smarter like Taehyung to come along and make it happen.
“That was amazing,” Hoseok says in a voice that sounds like it might be kind of choked up. Taehyung loves it when Hoseok gets all emotional and sometimes even teary after they’ve fucked, and he loves the stunned and wide-eyed look on Namjoon’s face when Hoseok wraps himself around him and buries his face in Namjoon’s neck. “You both are so amazing. Namjoon-ah, I can’t believe you.”
Taehyung mouths ‘I know, right?’ at Namjoon over Hoseok’s shoulder and plasters himself to Hoseok’s back, wrapping around him octopus-style. It means his hard dick is rubbing against the back of Hoseok’s thigh, which is pretty nice. Namjoon has enveloped Hoseok in his long beautiful arms, cradling the back of Hoseok’s head and mouthing at his earlobe. Namjoon meets Taehyung’s eyes over Hoseok’s shoulder and blushes when Taehyung smiles at him, which means that Taehyung has no choice but to scooch even closer and kiss Namjoon.
Taehyung thinks about keeping this thought to himself, and then discards that idea. “Joon-ah. Now that we’ve sucked dick together, that means we’re going to be together forever.”
“I’m right here,” Hoseok says, turning his face to try and frown at Taehyung. Taehyung kisses the side of his nose and Namjoon barks out a laugh.
“Is that a saying? The couple that sucks dick together, stays together?” Namjoon shifts to kiss Taehyung on the mouth, and Taehyung can taste Hoseok’s cum on his tongue. It sends a shiver all the way through him and he presses closer against Hoseok’s back.
Hoseok reaches a hand around to squeeze Taehyung’s ass, hitching his thigh closer. “Are you really going to come just from humping me? That’s cute, Taetae.”
“I’d be honored to come while humping your ass,” Taehyung says, one of those things that just sort of falls out of his mouth without the due consideration he probably should have given it. But it makes Namjoon laugh hard enough that he throws his head back, and Taehyung can feel Hoseok shaking with laughter in his arms.
“Okay, but no,” Hoseok says. And then there’s some wriggling and shifting and Namjoon says “ow” like maybe he got elbowed in the stomach, and then Taehyung is getting shoved over onto his back.
And then Taehyung is getting kissed, deep and slow and powerful, Hoseok’s tongue in his mouth and teeth on his lip. Hoseok kisses in a way unlike anyone else Taehyung has ever kissed. It’s just, like, you really can’t do anything else or think about anything else or do anything but swoon while Hoseok kisses you. He’s intense like that. Like some Edward Cullen, Christian Gray-type shit, except better because he’s not a creepy domineering white guy, he’s Jung Hoseok and the kindest sweetest person Taehyung knows, who also kisses like he wants to take you apart.
The sexual act that Taehyung wouldn’t let Hoseok do to him has not been invented yet. He wonders if Namjoon feels the same way; Taehyung will have to ask him later. Lying here on Namjoon’s bed, letting Hoseok pin his wrists above his head while he sucks kisses down Taehyung’s chest, Taehyung feels liquid and undone, suspended in deep water. Hoseok swirls his tongue over a nipple and Taehyung groans, and then sighs because Namjoon is there, brushing tender kisses over Taehyung’s shoulder, his neck, his ear and the corner of his mouth.
“Joonie,” Hoseok says. “Hold him down for me?”
Taehyung whimpers. Tonight is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Fuck. Namjoon has always been a little too nice to be effectively mean in bed, which is fine because there are plenty of other things Taehyung likes and he has never once felt like their sex life was lacking. But. Namjoon is tall and strong and has great arms and also, is totally mean and glare-y onstage, and it’s something of a slight tragedy that he doesn’t get anything out of shoving Taehyung around when they’re in bed. Taehyung realized early on in the relationship that they were just two bottoms, trying to make it work.
But apparently Namjoon will hold Taehyung down if Hoseok directs him to. What a scientific breakthrough for the ages. Taehyung swallows hard as Namjoon looms over him, his heart beating faster as Namjoon’s long, gorgeous fingers curl around his crossed wrists and press him down into the mattress. Taehyung has a great view right now, caged in by Namjoon’s biceps and staring up at the intent look in Namjoon’s eyes. Taehyung winks at him, and Namjoon frowns a little bit and grips him tighter.
And then Taehyung forgets to be cheeky, because Hoseok moves down the bed while dragging his tongue in a long line from Taehyung’s navel through his happy trail and down to the edge of his pubes. The skin is sensitive there and Taehyung’s hips twitch before Hoseok pushes him down.
“You know I have a sensitive gag reflex,” Hoseok says, and Taehyung can’t see him because of the angle Namjoon’s keeping him at, but he can picture the stern look on Hoseok’s face. “So be good.”
Taehyung doesn’t want to make his lovely boyfriend choke, but even so, if he weren’t being held down by two men it might be difficult to keep control over himself. Because Hoseok sucks him with the kind of single-minded focus that tends to white out Taehyung’s brain when he sees Hoseok apply it to anything: dancing, walking in a straight line after Hoseok has had one beer, supporting Namjoon, supporting Taehyung. Hoseok’s serious concentration is always hot, and when he’s seriously concentrating on your penis it just kind of elevates the whole thing. Hoseok’s stupid perfectionist mouth has swallowed Taehyung down, and it’s all wet heat and a curling tongue and the right amount of spit, Hoseok’s lips tight and slick sliding up the length of him. Taehyung can’t roll his hips up, all he can do is lie here and take it while Namjoon stares down at him like he’s trying to memorize every gasp and tremble that Taehyung lets out.
Taehyung is usually far from self-conscious in bed, but there’s something about the way Hoseok is undoing him (and Taehyung can’t even see him) in combination with Namjoon looking down at him, holding him down so solidly, that makes Taehyung’s face hot. Making eye contact with Namjoon right now is--very intense. Taehyung turns his flushed face to the side, touching his cheek to the pillow and peeking up at Namjoon out of the corner of his eye. Watches as Namjoon takes a deep, shuddery breath and bites his lip, then leans down to nose at Taehyung’s ear, his lips brushing the hinge of Taehyung’s jaw.
Taehyung keens, and aches, and pleasure sings inside him.
“Namjoon,” Taehyung murmurs, shifting his arms around just to make Namjoon hold him tighter. “Hyung…”
“I’m right here, Tae,” Namjoon murmurs back, sucking Taehyung’s earlobe into his mouth. Taehyung arches up as much as he can, and gasps when Hoseok takes him all the way down, fucking his throat down on Taehyung’s cock, heedless of that apparently-sensitive gag reflex. Taehyung can hear little choking noises and his brain is melting down into static.
“Gonna come--Hoseok, Hobi--”
Hoseok pulls off at the last second, replacing his mouth with his hand, and Taehyung shoots into Hoseok’s tight grip around him. Everything is blazing sparks and bursts of pleasure as his thoughts blank out for a few distinct seconds, conscious thought giving over to a feeling of suspension over a high open space before gravity brings him softly down.
Taehyung opens his eyes several long beats later, breathing hard. Namjoon releases his hold and Taehyung pushes himself up on his elbows even though he’s got a bad case of noodle-bones. He stares down at Hoseok, who is licking cum off his fingers like some sort of hell sprite. He meets Taehyung’s eyes and grins, not a sexy smirk but one of his sunshiney heart-shaped happy smiles, and Taehyung is full of so much love it almost pisses him off.
To Namjoon, he says, “I get it, you know. Why he was the one that got away.”
Namjoon laughs softly and looks at Hoseok with so much shy affection it makes Taehyung want to shake him, or maybe burst into tears at the beauty of humanity. “Yeah. I mean… yeah.”
“What do you mean? Shut up,” Hoseok says, red-faced. Taehyung half-heartedly tries to kick him and Hoseok catches his leg, tickling the bottom of his foot.
“I take it back,” Taehyung yelps. “You’re the worst--”
The rest of his complaint is muffled when Hoseok gets up fully and then belly flops over both of them, pulling Namjoon and Taehyung together into his arms. “Now is not the time to get sappy on me! We still have to take care of Joon-ah.”
“You can’t deflect compliments forever, dumbass,” Namjoon says, then falters and groans when Hoseok palms his dick.
“Watch me,” Hoseok sing-songs, stroking Namjoon deftly. “What do you want, O BFF of mine? Wanna fuck me or Taehyungie?”
“Oh god,” Namjoon says, about thirty different expressions flitting over his face in the span of a second. He squeezes his eyes shut, and Taehyung reaches around Hoseok to pet Namjoon’s hair.
“Anything you want, baby, the world is your oyster,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon just groans.
“I’m experiencing decision paralysis. I don’t know. This feels good, this is great, everything is--wonderful--”
God, he’s adorable. Taehyung’s happy that Namjoon is happy with a handjob, but he needs to be involved with it, so he sits up and knee-walks until he’s braced against the headboard, pulling Namjoon to sit between his spread legs. Hoseok follows, straddling Namjoon’s lap and kissing him before spitting in his palm and continuing to jerk Namjoon off.
Now Taehyung can hear Namjoon’s gasps and whines and hitches of breath from very close, pressed back-to-chest. Taehyung presses wet lips to the shell of Namjoon’s ear, drags his tongue down his neck, sucks on the honeyed brown skin of his throat. Hoseok is so close that Taehyung can smell his breath, mint toothpaste under the slight tang of the beer they’d shared.
“Do you want my fingers?” Taehyung says in Namjoon’s ear, pitching his voice even lower than usual because that tends to rile Namjoon up. He runs his hand down Namjoon’s ribs, curving his fingers over Namjoon’s thigh. Hoseok licks his lips and leans in even closer, eyes intent on Namjoon’s face. When Taehyung glances down, he can see Hoseok’s hand pumping Namjoon’s cock, the red leaking head encircled in his grip. Hoseok has nice forearms, Taehyung thinks. And Namjoon has a great dick.
“Yeah, yeah Tae, that sounds great,” Namjoon says hoarsely, and Taehyung buries his face in Namjoon’s neck, breathing him in. He starts to lick his pointer and index finger, and then has a better idea and pushes his fingers against Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon sucks them into his mouth and licks between Taehyung’s knuckles, and even though Taehyung just came like a second ago, Namjoon sucking on his fingers still goes straight to his groin.
Once Taehyung has lubed his fingers up properly, figuring out the angle to do this while Hoseok continues with his handjob is a little tricky. They end up with Namjoon propped up practically on top of Taehyung, his hips tilted and legs hooked around Hoseok’s hips. Taehyung reaches under him, fingertips grazing the soft skin of Namjoon’s inner thighs, his balls, his taint.
Taehyung and Hoseok work well together when it comes to taking Namjoon apart. Taehyung works him open quickly, familiar since they’ve done this so many times, and then it’s his two fingers sliding in and out to a counterpoint rhythm from the one Hoseok has set with his hand around Namjoon’s cock. Taehyung loves feeling Namjoon like this, slick and warm and tight around his knuckles, almost more than he likes actually being inside of him. There’s something visceral and vulnerable about using his fingers, doing it slow but thorough, deliberate with how deep he can go. Namjoon has a major thing for Taehyung’s hands and his fingers, and every time Taehyung does this it gives him a thrill of power to think about.
“I won’t last,” Namjoon says. He clings to Hoseok, quaking between them when Taehyung brushes his mouth over the smooth line of his shoulder. Taehyung can feel him clenching around his fingers, and when he looks down he can see that Hoseok has quickened his pace.
“You don’t have to,” Hoseok croons, giving Namjoon a gorgeous and kind smile, generosity radiating off him with every breath and glint of his eye. “Just come for us, Joonie.”
Taehyung presses his free hand to Namjoon’s chest, anchoring him in the V of his legs. “That’s right. That’s right, sweetheart, come on.”
Taehyung can feel it against his palm when Namjoon’s heart races, and he can feel the muscles tense and tight around the fingers of his other hand when Namjoon comes with a muffled groan, his face pressed to Hoseok’s shoulder. Taehyung holds him and pets his chest through the aftershocks, only carefully sliding his fingers out after Namjoon has slumped back boneless against him.
Taehyung wipes his hand on Namjoon’s bedsheets before cuddling him close as Hoseok wriggles off Namjoon’s lap. “Do we need a towel or something? We need a towel or something.”
Taehyung frowns a little at Hoseok’s hastily retreating back. Namjoon is a heavy weight in his arms, and Taehyung knows from experience that he might be asleep already. He pets Namjoon’s hair while listening to Hoseok fuss around in the bathroom; then Hoseok comes back with a couple of wet washcloths, hastily wiping up the mess on them and on the bedsheets, while avoiding eye contact and pursing his lips into a line that keeps getting narrower and narrower.
Taehyung opens his mouth to tell Hoseok to leave it and just come get into bed with them, but before he can Namjoon speaks. “Stop freaking out. I can hear you freaking out silently. Stop it.”
Hoseok makes a face. “I’m not freaking out! I’m fine.” But he stays apart from them on the bed, awkwardly hovering on his knees until Taehyung lunges forward and hauls him in close. Even then, Hoseok lies down next to them but Taehyung can feel the tension in his body, like he’s ready to bolt.
“Are you sure don’t want me to, um--so you two can, you know…”
Namjoon reaches a long arm over Taehyung to land heavy on Hoseok’s shoulder. “Stay, Hobi. We want you to stay.”
Taehyung snuggles in to Hoseok’s side while pushing his ass back against Namjoon’s flank, happy to be the one in the middle. “Stay! We have to go on a breakfast date in the morning, all three of us.”
Hoseok’s laugh is more relieved than it is nervous, which Taehyung counts as a win. “I thought I’d be spending the night at my house tonight, I didn’t water the plants before I left. But yeah, okay, I’ll stay.”
Taehyung wants to tell him that Hoseok really ought to go through life assuming that more people want to have sex with him, to prevent these sort of surprises, but he can deliver that point in the morning. Namjoon is falling asleep for real now, his breaths coming heavier and deeper, and Taehyung is sleepy too. He wraps a leg around Hoseok’s hips in what Hoseok has always called his spider monkey pose.
“G’night, hyung.”
Hoseok hums a sleepy half a melody in Taehyung’s ear, and then goes quiet as he falls asleep, too. Taehyung is glad that Namjoon’s limbs are long enough to hug across two people, even if the result of that is Namjoon’s bicep sort of smushing his cheek. It’s just like a weighted blanket and will probably help him sleep better.
Taehyung doesn’t know what will happen after this, hadn’t thought that far ahead. He’s not sure if Hoseok and Namjoon will want to date each other while dating him, or if they’ll want it to be just an occasional sex thing, or… or what. He likes the idea of being in a triad, and he thinks that might be what they want, too, but--breakfast date first. That much is for certain. Taehyung smiles and stops shifting around, and eventually drifts off to the sounds of his two boyfriends breathing on either side.