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It was an innocent comment. A joke, really. They laughed about it after, and moved on quickly. So why is Yoongi still thinking about it?

On Saturday, nearly a week ago, Yoongi and Taehyung met with their friends for coffee at a cafe they frequented while they were in college. It’s been a while since they were all able to meet up, and they spent a long time catching up. Yoongi sees Jimin and Jeongguk relatively often, considering they still live close by, and they were Taehyung’s friends long before Yoongi met them. But Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin live on the opposite side of the city, in Hoseok’s case, and in Incheon, in Namjoon and Seokjin’s. It makes it difficult for them to get together, so they cherish afternoons like these, when none of them have anything to do, and they can spend hours together like they did when they were younger. 

After they finished catching up on their careers, the conversation moved into more personal territory. Yoongi has no idea how the topic was brought up, who first mentioned sex. Nevertheless, sex was mentioned, which prompted Jeongguk to sigh heavily and comment, “Yoongi-hyung and Taehyung-hyung have been going at it like fucking rabbits lately. Can’t tell you how many times Tae-hyung’s left me hanging mid-game to go do whatever it is they’re doing together.” Taehyung squawked and reached over to smack him, while Yoongi’s whole face, from his ears to his neck, blazed red. 

“I’m just glad someone’s getting some,” Jimin sighed dramatically. “You should be happy for them, Jeonggukie, you’re not getting any either,” he shot at their youngest friend. Hoseok barked a laugh, and leaned over in Yoongi’s direction. 

“You two are still sleeping together that often, even after ten years?” he asked, and though there was no judgement in his voice, Yoongi still sat up, just a little defensive. 

“I’ll have you know, our sex has never been better than it has been these days.” Just because he’s always been more sexually reserved - at least until the last year or so - doesn’t mean he’s a prude. 

“What’s the secret?” Namjoon asked, and then it was Seokjin’s turn to smack him. 

“Yah! Do you think our sex has gotten stale?” They’ve been together almost exactly as long as Taehyung and Yoongi have, having gotten together only a few months after Taehyung asked Yoongi out for the first time. 

Namjoon ran his fingers through his partner’s hair, and kissed him on the cheek. “No,” he said softly. “It’s definitely not as frequent as I’d like, but that’s not our fault, we’re just busy. But it’s certainly not stale.”

“Seriously though,” Jimin asked, a mischievous smile on his face. “What changed?”

Yoongi knew it would happen the moment the question left Jimin’s lips. As reserved as Yoongi has always been, Taehyung has not been, and especially not around their closest friends. So, the moment Jimin asked what changed, Yoongi resigned himself to having all of his and Taehyung’s latest escapades laid bare for their friends. And really, he was okay with that. Mostly. He’s not ashamed of what he and Taehyung have been doing - especially not when he’s never been more sexually satisfied in his entire life. 

“Yoongi and I have been exploring kinks together, that’s all.” Surprised he didn’t say more, Yoongi turned to Taehyung with his brows raised, but was startled when Seokjin nearly snorted his coffee. He sputtered, reaching for his napkin while Namjoon slapped him on the back. 

“What? Yoongi? Kink?” he gasped between coughs. A little offended, Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back further into Taehyung’s side, his arm a heavy comforting weight over his shoulders. 

“Is that really so surprising?”

“Well- I- I mean, I’m sorry, Yoongi-yah, I didn’t mean that to come across that way. I’ve just known you a long time, and as far as I knew you’ve always been fairly. Vanilla?”

“I was,” Yoongi said, because it’s true. “I changed.”

“I’m honestly surprised it didn’t happen sooner,” Jimin said from Taehyung’s other side. He leaned forward to look around him at Yoongi. “I’ve known Taehyung since we were teenagers, and I was there for his Great Sexual Awakening at the beginning of college. So when you two got together, and he told me about what you did together in the bedroom-” He cut off when Yoongi sucked in a surprised breath, and smacked Taehyung on the thigh. 

“You were telling him about our sex life when we got together?” 

“Of course I was,” Taehyung laughed. “Jiminie’s my best friend, I tell him everything, I always have. Well, okay. I don’t tell him everything anymore,” Taehyung amended, and Yoongi felt a little better. “Some things are private between us,” he assured Yoongi. 

“Okay.”

“Anyway,” Jimin said, pressing on. “I was surprised, but not for very long. It was obvious how much Taehyung loved you right from the very beginning, so it’s not as surprising that he was happy to have vanilla sex if it meant getting to be with you.” Despite knowing what Jimin meant by his words, he still couldn’t help but continue to feel vaguely insulted. 

“You say that like vanilla sex is bad,” Hoseok said, his brow furrowed. “It’s not. Whatever works for whoever is doing it is perfect.”

“All sex is good if it’s with a person you love,” Taehyung stressed, curling his fingers around Yoongi’s shoulder. “And Yoongi just didn’t know the extent of what I’m into at the time. I kept it separate on purpose. But the conversation was opened up earlier this year, and we’ve been exploring.” 

“I like exploring,” Jeongguk pouted. He let out a disgusted noise. “It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid,” he groaned, rubbing the back of his head. 

“You should sleep with Yoongi-hyung and Taehyungie,” Jimin said, smirking impishly. “You can explore together.” They laughed immediately, none of them taking it any further because it was just a joke. Jimin didn’t really mean it to be a valid suggestion. 

Right? 

A week later, Yoongi is lying in bed beside Taehyung, curled into his side. One bare leg is resting over Taehyung’s, and his hand traces gentle circles over his chest. Taehyung’s eyes are closed, but Yoongi doesn’t think he’s asleep yet. They’re both warm, their hair still damp from the shower they shared. He’s been thinking about Jeongguk in ways much too inappropriate for their relationship ever since that stupid comment, and nerves started to eat Yoongi up a few days ago. He knew it was time to bring it up with Taehyung. But he’s afraid. Will he think I want to cheat on him? That I want to leave him? Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and holds it for a long moment, calming himself down. 

“Baby?” Taehyung asks, his hand tightening just a hair around Yoongi’s arm where it’s been resting. 

“H-have you ever had a threesome?” Yoongi asks before he can chicken out. 

“Oh,” Taehyung says softly. Then he takes his hand from around Yoongi and pushes himself up. Yoongi scrambles to follow, and they adjust so they’re sitting facing each other. “I haven’t,” Taehyung says finally. “Have you?” There’s nothing but curiosity in his voice. 

“No,” Yoongi says quickly. “I mean, you know I only slept with one person before you.”

“That’s right, that’s right. I knew that. Um. Is this about Jimin’s comment last weekend?” He reaches out and places his hands on Yoongi’s thighs. Yoongi reaches down and covers Taehyung’s hands with his own, firmly gripping the backs of his broad palms. He nods, looking down at their laps. They’re both still naked, and the blanket is bunched up beside them. Yoongi has never been more comfortable around another person than he is, and has always been around Taehyung. He never would have been able to be like this, naked and vulnerable, both physically and mentally, before Taehyung. “Hey, baby. Look at me,” Taehyung says, ducking his head down to try to catch Yoongi’s gaze. He listens, obeying easily, and picks his head up so he can stare into Taehyung’s eyes. “It’s okay if you’re thinking about it.”

“I- I’m nervous.”

“Why, baby? You can tell me anything. I would never be mad at you for sharing with me.”

Yoongi takes a deep, steadying breath. “I never thought about sleeping with anyone else, with, and especially not without you. Never. But, after Jimin made that comment, it- I don’t know. I guess it stuck? And I.” He pauses a moment. “I think I wouldn’t be opposed to a threesome, as long as you wanted to.”

“I’m open to pretty much anything. But, Yoongi-yah, it’s not even going to be on the table if you’re only ‘not opposed’ to it. I would never ask you to do anything you don’t actively want to do. Do you understand what I mean by that?” Yoongi nods easily. He does, and he’s infinitely grateful to Taehyung for it. 

“I feel so out of my depth sometimes, when it comes to these things,” he whispers. 

“What do you mean by ‘these things’?”

“I guess, just… being more sexually free. I mean, most of the things we’ve done in the last year never would have occurred to me to try, but now I love them.” Yoongi laughs, and Taehyung smiles as well. “I never would have thought that sticking something in my dick would feel good, but here we are. So I guess. I don’t know. I wonder what other things there are out there that we could try together. What else I wouldn’t have thought I’d enjoy, but would end up being amazing. So now I’m wondering what it might be like to bring someone else into our bed - so long as we’re together. God, I don’t even want to think about what sleeping with someone else without you would be like.”

“Well that makes me very happy,” Taehyung says easily, and Yoongi laughs again. 

“I love you. I don’t want anyone else, unless you’re there, and you want that other person too.”

“So… is that you saying that you want Jeongguk?” Taehyung’s voice is curious, not judging, and Yoongi has to fight against his instinct to get defensive. Taehyung’s not accusing him of anything. They’re just having a conversation, and Yoongi reminds himself of this, and calms a little. 

“I’ve been thinking about him a little… this week,” Yoongi admits. His gaze slides down again, feeling a little ashamed, but Taehyung lets go of his leg to reach up and catch his chin. 

“Look at me. It’s okay. Remember? Open and honest communication, at all times.” Yoongi nods, and Taehyung moves his hand from his chin to his cheek, cupping the soft skin there and caressing his cheekbone with his thumb. “I love you, and I love that you’re thinking about the things you want to try. So, tell me more about what you’ve been thinking.”

“I love you,” Yoongi says, first. Taehyung’s expression softens, an easy smile lifting the corners of his mouth, his eyes crinkling around the sides. He leans in and kisses Yoongi, and they get just a little sidetracked from their conversation as they get lost in each other. But eventually Taehyung pulls back. He reaches where Yoongi’s legs are crossed, gripping around one ankle and pulling his leg out so he can drape it over his own, repeating the gesture with his other leg. He straightens his own legs so they’re stretched out on either side of Yoongi, and then pulls him in so they’re sitting closer together. Yoongi rests his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders, and Taehyung places his on Yoongi’s sides, his thumbs rubbing gently over his hip bones. Yoongi takes a breath. “Okay… I’ve been thinking about how… big Jeongguk is. Like, you’re taller than me, but we’re about the same width, but Jeongguk. Works out. And.” He stops, his cheeks flushing. Taehyung smiles, raising his brows, silently urging him to continue. “I thought about what it might be like if- if he. If he fu-fucked me, while you watched. Or like… if I sucked him off while you fucked me. Or something like that…” His face feels hot, and he knows he’s blushing all the way down his chest, but Taehyung hasn’t gotten mad, or pushed him away yet. “I was worried that maybe me thinking about those things would make you think I want to cheat on you, which I don’t. I never could do that. I want you to be there.” 

“It’s okay, baby. I understand,” Taehyung says, his hands sliding around his hips to rest around the small of his back. Yoongi pulls himself even closer to Taehyung, wrapping his legs more firmly around his waist. They’re pressed together now, their soft cocks resting against each other. “I would be open to talking to Jeongguk about having a threesome, if that’s something that you really wanted to do. I’ll be honest, I’ve kind of always wanted to have one. After we got together, I told myself it would never happen, and that was fine, I promise. I’ve never felt deprived since we’ve been together. Never. But I’ll admit, I am excited about the idea.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, leaning in so that he can rest his forehead against Taehyung’s. 

“Yeah, baby.” Taehyung kisses him, but only once before pulling back again. “Do you want to invite Jeonggukie into our bed?”

“I- I think…” Yoongi stops, forcing himself to really take stock, the way Taehyung taught him. To search his feelings and see if something new is something he really wants to try or not. He thinks about what it might be like to have someone else in bed with him and Taehyung. “I think that if it were just some random person we picked up at a club or something, then no. I wouldn’t want to do that. But… I trust Jeongguk. You trust Jeongguk. I’ve known him since he was nineteen, and you even longer. So, I think. Just so long as it’s him. Or- Or another person in our circle, then I,” he drops his voice down to a whisper, but forces himself to keep Taehyung’s gaze, “want to try. If he wants to.”

Taehyung’s smile is radiant. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Look at you, bringing up something new you want to try, all by yourself. You’re amazing, and I love you so much. You’re perfect.” Yoongi blushes even harder at all of Taehyung’s praise, but it sparks something inside him. He feels warm down to his core, laid bare before the love of his life, pressed together as they are. “Do you want to ask him? Want me to do it? Want to ask him together?” 

Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he balks, somewhat. “I- um. Would you ask him? Please? I just- I think- If he said no, I would feel so embarrassed…” He buries his face in Taehyung’s neck, feeling silly and immature. Taehyung rubs his back, shaking slightly as he laughs.

“Yeah, baby. I can float the idea to him. How about this, I’ll broach the subject casually, see if he’s interested, and if he is, then we can talk to him together? Because if he is interested, we’ll have to talk before we do it to see what kinds of things you’re comfortable doing with him.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Yoongi admits, sitting back up. “But that’s a good point… I don’t know if I’d be comfortable doing some of the things I do with you, with him.”

“And that’s perfectly natural. A lot of what we do together requires a certain level of unshakable trust. But whatever you want to try is okay, because I’ll be there. I’ll call him tomorrow?”

“Okay,” Yoongi breathes. 

“But, you’re still only mine,” Taehyung says, his low voice almost growling. He tightens his arms around Yoongi’s back again and pulls him in even closer, kissing him deeply. Yoongi moans softly into it, rolling his hips, grinding their cocks together. Deep satisfaction floods him when he feels how quickly Taehyung’s cock starts hardening against his own. He follows just as quickly, of course, and after only a minute or two of kissing filthily, lips open wide and tongues chasing each other back and forth from mouth to mouth, they’re both achingly hard for the second time tonight. “Get on your hands and knees,” Taehyung growls, pulling away. Yoongi scrambles to obey, pushing the blankets further down the bed so he can rest on his elbows, his knees spread wide and his ass up. 

Taehyung grabs the lube, still on the bedside table from earlier, and Yoongi watches over his shoulder as he pours a generous amount onto his cock, using his other hand to spread it around. Yoongi gasps when Taehyung puts more right on his hole. “I’m not going to finger you,” Taehyung says, and the deep, growly quality of his voice is doing so many things to Yoongi. 

“Uh huh,” Yoongi says, dropping his head and closing his eyes as he feels Taehyung come up behind him. One hand grips his hips tightly, like Yoongi likes, and the other holds around the base of his cock as he guides it inside of Yoongi. He’s still relatively loose from their earlier activities - when Taehyung used his prostate massager on him until he was shaking and crying for want of being able to cum, and then fucked him senseless - but the stretch of his cock is still a lot. He groans deeply, willing his whole body to stay relaxed. He trusts Taehyung, that he would never do something Yoongi couldn’t handle. Taehyung lets out a deep, satisfied sound once he’s all the way inside, and he rests there for a moment. He lets go of Yoongi’s hip, and runs his fingers up and down his back. Yoongi shivers at the cold, wetness of the extra lube on Taehyung’s left hand that trails wherever that hand goes on his skin. 

Taehyung flattens his hands over Yoongi’s skin and drags them down to the round globes of his ass. He squeezes appreciatively, pulls him further apart so he can watch as he slowly starts to rock in and out. Yoongi moans as he starts to move. “You’re so big, Taehyungie,” he says. “I fucking love it.” Taehyung rewards him with a smack on either asscheek. “Ah!” 

Taehyung pulls out further, and then thrusts hard inside. “Jeongguk is almost as big as I am,” he says, his deep voice a purr. Yoongi groans as Taehyung picks up the pace, thrusting harder, faster. Each time their bodies connect Yoongi is rocked forward, so Taehyung moves his hands back to his hips, gripping tightly so he can pull Yoongi back to meet each forward thrust. “You would be so good for him, baby. You’re so good.” Taehyung slams in particularly hard, and Yoongi cries out, his whole body sparking with pleasure. But when he doesn’t pull out again, Yoongi picks up his head. Taehyung drapes himself forward, covering Yoongi’s body with his own. He braces himself on the bed beside Yoongi’s head, and slides his free hand first, very lightly, over Yoongi’s throat, and then reaches up to grip around his jaw. “Is this okay, baby?” he asks softly. Yoongi’s mind is a little fuzzy, a little empty, but after a moment he realizes Taehyung’s asking if it’s okay to talk about Jeongguk in that way. 

“Yeah,” he groans. “Yeah, it’s okay. It’s good. Keep going.”

Staying where he is, Taehyung starts to move again, their close proximity making it hard to pull out very far, but it allows him to press deep inside. He adjusts so he can bring one foot up to brace on the bed, giving him more leverage, and he kicks his hips harder, angling his cock down so he brushes over Yoongi’s prostate on each hard thrust. Yoongi goes boneless, the only thing holding his head up is Taehyung’s grip around his jaw, holding his head up. His knees start to slide just a little further apart, and after a few more hard thrusts, Yoongi stops trying to keep himself up. His legs slide out from under him and he lands on his belly. Taehyung, to his credit, doesn’t stop fucking him as they adjust. Yoongi’s mouth hangs open and every manner of sound falls out from between his lips as Taehyung slams inside. He moves his hand from Yoongi’s jaw up into his haid, and he takes a fistful of it and holds on tight, still holding his head up. Yoongi fists the sheets in one hand, and the other grips around Taehyung’s wrist, holding on for dear life. 

“I bet Jeongguk would fucking love all the sounds you make. He would be so lucky to get to see you like this. You’re fucking perfect. Such a good boy.” Yoongi’s whole body sings with pleasure, his toes curling in contentment as Taehyung’s praise washes over him. He pulls Yoongi’s head a little to the side so he can press sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses to his neck. He can’t mark him up, not there. Yoongi is a kindergarten teacher, after all, and kids are not afraid to ask about random bruises. Moaning unabashedly, Yoongi pushes his hips up to meet Taehyung’s thrusts. “I liked your idea,” Taehyung rasps into his ear. “Jeongguk fucking you, while you choked on my cock. That would be so fucking hot, baby.” 

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans, drawing out the syllable, and could almost laugh as the sound wavers with each thrust. Then, without warning, Taehyung pulls out and gets off of him. Yoongi moves, rolling over and sitting up as if pulled toward Taehyung like a magnet. Taehyung moves to lay down.

“Come sit on this dick,” Taehyung says lowly, and Yoongi scrambles to obey. He climbs up onto Taehyung’s lap, and sits up high so that Taehyung can guide himself inside. They moan together as Yoongi slides down, and they’re once again connected. Yoongi rolls his hips, bouncing a few times as Taehyung caresses his ass, spanking him a few times. But then Taehyung takes control again, gripping his hips tightly and holding him in place as he starts to thrust fast and hard up into him. Yoongi braces his hands on Taehyung’s stomach, and completely lets go as pleasure begins to build inside of him. His eyes stay open, barely, so they can hold eye contact. Yoongi loves this best, when his mind goes blank, and he can only stare into Taehyung’s beautiful eyes as they bring each other so much pleasure. 

“I love you,” Yoongi gasps. 

“I love you, too. So. Fucking. Much.” Taehyung punctuates each word with a harsh thrust. “Fuck, touch yourself baby, I’m close and I want to come together.”

“Together,” Yoongi echoes. His thighs burn from holding himself up, but he ignores it. Taehyung puts on a burst of speed and he screams as he wraps his hand around himself. He barely needs to stroke himself, because less than thirty seconds later, Taehyung’s grunting loud, and satisfied as he slams inside, cumming hard. Yoongi cums less than a second later, whining and moaning as he cums all over Taehyung’s chest and his own hand. He keeps moving his hand until it’s too much, until he’s twitching and too sensitive, and then Taehyung guides him to sit all the way down. His thighs are happy to get to relax, and Yoongi hangs his head forward, all of his weight on his right hand. Taehyung, breathing heavily, takes his cum-covered hand by the wrist and pulls it forward so he can lick his release off of Yoongi’s fingers. Yoongi huffs a tired laugh, picking up his head to watch. 

Taehyung takes each finger into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it to thoroughly clean it off. When he finishes with his last finger, he pulls off of it with a pop and Yoongi laughs again. Then Taehyung kisses his palm, and rests their hands on his chest. “Do you think Jeongguk will say yes?” Yoongi asks a moment later, after they've gotten their breath under control. 

“Knowing him, I think it’s pretty evenly split. But I do know that if he did say yes, it would be enthusiastic. And if he said no, he wouldn’t let it get weird between us. He’d probably just tease us relentlessly for a while, and then forget about it.”

Yoongi nods, trusting Taehyung’s assessment of one of his best and closest friends. “I’m tired,” he pouts.

“Me too. Let’s get cleaned up again, and then go to sleep.” Yoongi nods, and lets out a soft sound as he pulls off of Taehyung’s now soft cock. They go back into the bathroom and clean themselves off, brush their teeth again, and then get in bed. Yoongi falls asleep thinking about what it might be like to be fucked by two men at the same time. 

Yoongi is nervous. He’s much more nervous than he thought he would be, but he’s also… excited. So nervous and excited, that he decided right away that he’s not going to cook. They’ll order something and eat together. Then, they’ll talk. 

It’s Saturday, and Taehyung went over to Jeongguk’s just a little after noon. He called him this morning and asked if Jeongguk wanted to hang out, not letting on right away that he had an ulterior motive. Yoongi kissed Taehyung goodbye, and proceeded to stress clean their entire apartment. Then, about five minutes ago, he texted Yoongi two lines. He’s VERY interested. We’re coming home now. He immediately followed it with a smiling emoji, and a thumbs up emoji, and though it brought a smile to Yoongi’s face, it did nothing to quell the nerves. 

“Why are you so nervous, Yoongi-yah?” he mutters to himself. “Tae said he’s very interested, that should make the nerves go away!” He sits down on the couch with a humph. He crosses his arms over his chest, and wishes that they would just arrive already. Logically, he knows that impossible. Jeongguk lives fifteen minutes away by car, and that’s without any traffic. Considering they live in Seoul, population nine million, there is always traffic. 

Yoongi lets his head fall back against the couch and closes his eyes. He opens his mouth and takes in a deep breath, completely filling his lungs. He holds it for a long moment, feeling his heartbeat in his chest. He slowly lets the air go, and he feels a little better. Even if Jeongguk does want to go through with it, you don’t even know if anything will happen tonight… Yoongi sits up straight. What if it does, though? Yoongi flies off of the couch and races into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he emerges a little later, squeaky clean everywhere, he hears voices in the living room. Taehyung and Jeongguk arrived while he was busy. He quickly goes across the hall, into his and Taehyung’s bedroom. He throws on a t-shirt and sweatpants, not bothering with underwear, and vigorously scrubs the towel over his hair. After replacing the towel in the bathroom, he makes his way to the living room, using his fingers to comb out his black hair. 

“There you are,” Taehyung says, smiling widely. Yoongi goes to him, kissing him once, and stands back up again, turning to Jeongguk.

“Hey, Jeonggukie,” he says, and fights off the cringe that threatens to spread across his face at how shaky his voice is. 

“Hey, hyung,” Jeongguk says, smiling. He doesn’t tease, or make fun of Yoongi for wanting what he wants. Not that Yoongi thought he would, but his nerves have spun every possible scenario around in his mind while he’s waited for their arrival. 

“Yoongi-yah, sit down. Are you cold, baby? You’re shaking.”

“Ah, j-just the wet hair. I should turn the heater on,” he says, stopping halfway to sitting and racing over to the wall. He jams his finger into the button to turn on the ondol, and then goes and finally sits on the couch beside Taehyung. Jeongguk’s on the other side. 

“You’re nervous?” Taehyung says, phrasing it like a question, even though it’s obvious. 

“Hyung, you don’t have to be nervous,” Jeongguk says softly, and Yoongi looks up to meet his gaze. He’s smiling reassuringly. “I know I was teasing you last weekend, and I’m sorry for that. But I’m not here to tease, or judge, or anything. Taehyung told me what you guys talked about, and I’m really interested in talking with you both more about that.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, and finds that he does feel a little less nervous. He nods. “Awesome. Good. Um. I don’t know where to start,” he admits in a whisper. 

“Well,” Taehyung says, putting his arm around Yoongi, knowing it’ll make him feel better, more secure. “Why don’t we start with this? For now, I’m just thinking this’ll be a one time thing. What do you both think?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says. “I agree.”

“I do too.” Jeongguk’s voice is sure, and calm. It strikes Yoongi how mature his youngest friend has become. Understandable, considering he’s now twenty-nine. But sometimes Yoongi looks at him, and still sees the nineteen year old he was when they met.

“And it’s just- just physical. We’re not looking to bring anyone else into our relationship,” Yoongi says a moment later, looking up at Taehyung for confirmation.

“Yes, I agree.” 

Jeongguk nods as well. “I love you both, not the way you love each other.” He laughs softly. “Um. Is there anything else we need to discuss before we commit to actually doing this?”

Yoongi thinks for a moment, but when he can’t think of anything else, he turns to Taehyung. “Tae?”

“I don’t think so. So, okay. I want to do this. Yoongi-yah?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Jeongguk-ah?”

“Definitely.”

Taehyung smiles widely. “Now we can talk about the fun part. What do we want to do?” He looks between them, his eyebrows waggling, and Yoongi snorts, even as his cheeks heat up. “Yoongi-yah, do you want to tell Jeongguk what you told me you wanted yesterday?”

“What do you want, Yoongi-yah?” Jeongguk says, his tone teasing. 

“Yah!” Yoongi barks, pointing at him. “When we’re actually in the bed you can call me that, but until then I’m still hyung.”

“Yes, hyung, you got it.” He salutes, his cheeky smirk widening. 

“Right. Hm.” He clears his throat. Go big or go home, Yoongi. “I want you to fuck me, while I suck Taehyung off.” Yoongi feels slightly vindicated when Jeongguk’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink. 

“That can be arranged,” he says, his voice suddenly slightly hoarse. “Um. Is there anything that’s off limits? Like, kissing, or something? And like. Do I only touch Yoongi-hyung? How much are you and I gonna do, Tae-hyung?” 

“I don’t mind kissing,” Yoongi says, a little too quickly. He stares at Jeongguk’s lips, suddenly dying to know what they feel like against his own. Then he looks at Taehyung, and imagines them kissing. Imagines them touching. He starts to feel a little hotter, and it has nothing to do with the heater quickly warming under their feet. “I don’t mind if you two kiss or touch either. In fact,” he stops, clearing his throat again, trying to get rid of the nerves once and for all. “I would love to see you two kiss and touch.” Taehyung slides his fingers through the hair at the back of his head and gently grips around his skull, turning his head to look at him. He’s smiling warmly, something Yoongi’s sure is pride in his eyes. 

“I love it when you ask for what you want,” he murmurs, kissing Yoongi. Then he turns back to Jeongguk. “Yeah, I’m down for pretty much anything, so long as Yoongi’s okay with it.”

“Okay, okay. Cool.” Jeongguk shuts his mouth and takes a deep breath through his nose. He lets it out with a chuckle. “I’m a little nervous,” he admits. “But, like. Not about having sex with you, like I said, I love you both and I trust you both. But. I don’t know,” he says, laughing again. “I just hope I can keep up with you both, considering you have a lot more sex than I do. I don’t- don’t want to disappoint you, hyung, considering it was your idea.”

“Technically, it was Jimin’s idea,” Yoongi says. 

“Yeah, but you brought it up again,” Taehyung says softly. 

“That’s true.”

“Jeonggukie, you don’t have to worry about that,” Taehyung says, turning back to look at him. He puts his hand gently on Jeongguk’s knee. “We just want to have fun. It’s not a competition, and you’re not going to be graded afterward.” Jeongguk laughs again, and then smiles. 

“So,” he says a moment later, smiling. “When do we want to do this?”

“Well,” Taehyung says, drawing the word out and turning toward Yoongi. “Considering you took a shower right before you knew we were going to get here, I think I’m right in assuming that you want to do it tonight?”

Yoongi’s cheeks are bright pink and hot. “I- I- Uh-” He stops, pursing his lips together, and pushing Taehyung. “Stop flustering me. I wasn’t sure, and I wanted to be prepared in case something did happen. And it’s going to happen, so let’s fucking go.” Fired up from his partner’s teasing, Yoongi stands and storms to the bedroom. “Let’s go, this ass isn’t going to fuck itself!” he shouts when all he hears is soft laughter, and not the sounds of four feet following him. That gets them up, and Yoongi squeals with laughter when Taehyung scoops him off of his feet and throws him over his shoulder. But when he lifts his head and looks at the person behind them, he comes face to face with Taehyung, who smiles playfully and waves his fingers at him. Jeongguk picked him up. Jeongguk smacks his ass and nudges the bedroom door open. Yoongi squeaks, his whole body buzzing as all he can think is, fuck he’s so strong oh my god I was right fuck fuck fuck. 

Jeongguk tosses him onto the bed, and Taehyung immediately, crawls on beside him and kisses him thoroughly. Yoongi feels the bed shift as Jeongguk sits down on it. He nudges Taehyung up, and then gets up on his elbows to stare at both men currently staring at him with nothing but blatant want in their eyes. It’s a heady feeling. “What do you want first, Yoongi-yah?” Taehyung asks, his hand rubbing up and down Yoongi’s shin where it’s stretched out between them. Yoongi doesn’t even have to think. 

“Get each other naked. Slowly.” He stares with wide, hungry eyes, as the two of them look at each other and smirk. “Wait,” Yoongi says just as they start to stand. “Kiss each other?”

They don’t need telling twice. Yoongi watches as the love of his life kisses another man for the first time since they’ve been together - ten years now - and rather than feeling mad with jealousy, Yoongi just feels hot. It’s hot watching Taehyung kissing Jeongguk. His cock twitches in his sweatpants, and his breath picks up as he watches them open their mouths, watches their tongues sweeping along each other. Taehyung bites at Jeongguk’s bottom lip, and Jeongguk hisses, his hand flying up from where it had been resting on the bed to slide into Taehyung long, curly hair. Yoongi bites his own bottom lip and has to resist the urge to reach down and palm himself. After what feels like years, they separate, and as one, turn to look at Yoongi. Both of them sport red lips, glistening with each other’s saliva, and it’s one of the hottest things Yoongi has ever seen. 

“Now get naked,” he whispers. They stand, stepping closer to each other, and Taehyung moves first. He reaches down and grips the bottom of Jeongguk’s sweatshirt. He pulls it up slowly, and Jeongguk raises his arms so that he can pull it all the way off over his head. Then he’s bare from the waist up, and Yoongi bites his lip harder, taking in all of his tattoos. He’s seen them, of course. They’ve gone swimming together, and Yoongi’s seen Jeongguk’s chest and arms in all stages of his ink journey, but now, in this light, with the promise of being able to touch and lick and bite, Yoongi doesn’t think they’ve ever been hotter. Jeongguk reaches for Taehyung’s own sweater, and pulls it off just as slowly. Yoongi turns his attention to Taehyung, and smiles, appreciating his gorgeous body. Jeongguk is hot, and impressive, but it’s not Taehyung’s. 

As soon as they’re both naked from the waist up, Taehyung reaches out and touches Jeongguk’s chest with his fingertips. “Your tattoos are so fucking cool,” he murmurs, and Jeongguk’s chest swells a little. He stands up a little straighter. Taehyung drags his fingers all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. He unbuttons them and drags down the zipper slowly. Yoongi suppresses a groan, and finally gives in to the urge to touch himself. He presses his palm flat over his still soft, but slowly hardening cock as Taehyung pushes both Jeongguk’s jeans and boxers down. Jeongguk’s cock is soft, but still impressive. Yoongi’s mouth waters, and he palms himself harder. He balks, though, when Taehyung’s gaze cuts over to him. 

“No touching,” he says firmly. “Not yet.” The tone of his voice sends a shiver through Yoongi, and he nods, removing his hand. 

“Damn, that was hot,” Jeongguk says. He steps out of his jeans and underwear, and reaches for Taehyung’s own pants. Yoongi whines as Taehyung’s cock is freed, and he stares at it, wanting it. He’ll have it soon enough.

Then they’re both naked. They turn toward Yoongi, who stares at them both, his gaze jumping from one to the next already a little overwhelmed, and they haven’t even done anything yet. “What now, baby?” Taehyung asks. 

“Get me naked,” Yoongi says, his deep voice soft. They both climb back onto the bed on either side of Yoongi. Taehyung reaches under his waist and urges him to sit up all the way. Then, together, they tug on his t-shirt, pulling it up and off. Taehyung can’t resist kissing him firmly as soon as the t-shirt is on the floor, and then he kisses his way down Yoongi’s neck and over his shoulder. “Jeonggukie kiss me?” Yoongi whispers. Without answering, Jeongguk places his palm gently on Yoongi’s cheek and kisses him sweetly. Yoongi feels Taehyung pull away, and imagines him watching. His skin heats up further as he imagines his love watching Yoongi kiss another man, and he hopes it makes Taehyung feel as hot as it made Yoongi. 

“Fuck,” Taehyung whispers, and then he comes back in close and starts to lick and suck and kiss at Yoongi’s neck. It’s overwhelming, having two people kissing him, and very quickly his mind starts to go fuzzy. He can barely think, but luckily, with Taehyung there, he doesn’t have to. Yoongi opens his mouth, and Jeongguk follows suit. His tongue is hot and soft as it sweeps into his mouth, and Yoongi moans softly as Taehyung sucks gently on his neck. He doesn’t even care if Taehyung marks him up. That’s why they invented makeup. 

They pull away at the same time, and Yoongi barely catches Taehyung’s hand in Jeongguk’s hair, tugging him away from Yoongi’s lips before it falls away. That’s fucking hot, he thinks. Taehyungie is in charge. Taehyungie’s always in charge. Taehyung gets up on his knees, and Jeongguk follows suit. They reach for Yoongi’s sweatpants, and as they pull them down slowly, Yoongi stares at their cocks. They’re both big, even only half hard, and Taehyung was right. Jeongguk is almost as big as him. Yoongi licks his lips. He digs his heels into the bed so he can lift his hips enough for the two of them to pull his pants all the way down, leaving him bare before them. Yoongi is pale, and small. He has skinny legs, and his cock is small, even hard. But he doesn’t care. One cannot be with someone like Taehyung for ten years, and continue to have body issues - not when Taehyung has made it his life’s goal to kiss and praise every inch of Yoongi’s body. He loves his body, but even if he didn’t love it for himself, he would love it because Taehyung loves it. 

“Shit,” Jeongguk breathes, his eyes sweeping up and down the length of Yoongi’s body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Isn’t he?” Taehyung replies. Jeongguk nods. He looks at Taehyung for one long moment and then turns back to Yoongi. 

“Now what, Yoongi-yah?” he whispers. 

“I- uh…” Yoongi says, not entirely sure what he wants to do now. There are too many options. “Tae?” he says, staring up at him with a pout. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, caressing Yoongi’s thigh, and sitting down on his heels. He looks at Jeongguk. “Do you mind if I tell you what to do?” he asks. Yoongi watches as Jeongguk’s eyes widen. He shakes his head. 

“I don’t mind.”

“Good. Suck his cock.” Jeongguk moves immediately, getting up onto his knees so he can brace himself on the bed with one hand. He first places a kiss on Yoongi’s hip bone before moving down to kiss the top of his thigh. He reaches slowly, almost hesitantly, and wraps his fingers around Yoongi’s hard, pink cock. He lets out a soft moan, and the only thing he can think about is how strange it feels to know that a hand which is not his own or Taehyung’s is touching him where he is most sensitive. His gaze flicks over to Taehyung, who is staring with wide, lust-filled eyes as Jeongguk moves forward and wraps his lips around the tip. Yoongi moans a little louder, his eyes fluttering shut, just for a moment. Jeongguk slides him further into his mouth, the hand holding him up falling away, and Yoongi’s lips part as his breath picks up. His mouth is so hot. 

“While he does that,” Taehyung says. “You’re going to suck me. Jeongguk go until he cums.” Jeongguk and Yoongi both moan at that. Taehyung sits up on his knees, and Yoongi scrambles to sit up, one hand bracing behind him. He rests his hand around on the back of Taehyung’s thigh as he eagerly drops his jaw and takes him into his mouth. Taehyung slides his fingers through Yoongi’s hair and grips on. “Relax, baby,” Taehyung says. “Let me fuck that throat.” Yoongi’s eyes roll up so that he can look up at Taehyung, and takes in the dark look in his eyes. He hasn’t seen him like this before, and it’s only when his cock twitches at the look of pure desire on Taehyung’s face that he realizes Jeongguk’s stopped sucking his cock. Taehyung notices as well, and turns his gaze over to him. “Keep going,” he says, jerking his chin toward him. Jeongguk quickly takes Yoongi back into his mouth. Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut and he moans through his nose. 

Taehyung starts to shallowly thrust into his mouth, but after a few moments, he presses in a little further, using his hands on Yoongi’s head to hold him in place. “Let’s show Jeonggukie what you can do, hm baby?” he coos, and though Yoongi cannot see him from this angle, he just knows that Jeongguk is watching while he continues to suck Yoongi’s cock. Taehyung slowly presses Yoongi’s head down until he takes all of his cock down his throat. He thrusts shallowly a few times, before pulling all the way off and letting Yoongi cough once, take a few deep breaths, and eagerly go back for more. 

Every so often Taehyung will pull out and give Yoongi a moment to breath, before diving right back in for more. He has tears running down his cheeks, and his chin and chest are covered in spit that leaks from the corners of his mouth. He feels like a mess and he loves it. Jeongguk, though a little distracted, does his best, and when Yoongi gets closer to his orgasm, Taehyung senses it and pulls out completely. He sits down beside Yoongi, and kisses him deeply. Yoongi whines and moans, panting as he gets closer to cumming. Jeongguk reaches up with one hand and begins playing with one of his nipples, while the other hand reaches below his cock and rolls his balls in a loose grip, and that - along with a firm suck, his tongue flicking over his slit - is enough to make him cum with a deep moan. Jeongguk swallows it all. 

He pulls off of Yoongi, and Taehyung pulls back at the same moment. Yoongi feels suddenly empty and cold, and he does not like it. It doesn’t last for long, though. Taehyung moves away from him only long enough to retrieve their lube, and the box of condoms they keep for when they don’t want to make a mess, or when they don’t have the time to clean up after themselves. He sets the condoms aside and then hands the lube to Jeongguk before installing himself behind Yoongi. 

“Wanna prep him?” he asks as he moves, and Jeongguk nods immediately. Yoongi feels warm with Taehyung’s chest against his back, his arms around his waist. “Yoongi-yah, hold your legs up for him.” Taehyung’s voice is gentle but firm. Yoongi is eager to listen, picking his legs up and wrapping his hands around the backs of his knees. Jeongguk settles on his knees between Yoongi’s legs, getting comfortable. He uncaps the lube and puts some on his fingers, rubbing it around to get them nice and slick, before reaching down. He places his other hand on the back of Yoongi’s thigh, and his eyes slide shut as Jeongguk’s fingers swipe over his rim. He doesn’t press inside quiet yet, just rubbing over and around him for a moment. 

“Jeonggukie,” Taehyung says softly, his fingers gently playing with Yoongi’s nipples. “Yoongi likes to be praised. Isn’t he beautiful?” He kisses just behind Yoongi’s ear, and then down to his neck. Yoongi stares at Jeongguk, whose eyes flick up from where he’s slowly pressing his finger inside of Yoongi up to his face, before dragging back down his body. 

“He is,” Jeongguk rasps. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“He’s perfect,” Taehyung whispers against Yoongi’s neck. “Perfect face, perfect cock, perfect ass. Doesn’t he have such a nice ass?”

“He does. It’s so fucking tight. Can’t wait to get my cock in here.”

Throughout their back and forth, Yoongi’s not quite sure if he’s going to explode or implode. He’s already hard again, and his breathing has sped up as Jeongguk immediately located, and subsequently started paying very close attention to his prostate. Between that, Taehyung’s hands on his nipples, his mouth at his neck, and their back and forth praising Yoongi? He’s almost certain he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“Let off of his prostate,” Taehyung says. “He will cum again, and I don’t want him to cum again until it’s on your cock.” 

“Okay,” Jeongguk breathes, moving off of that bundle of nerves, and then Yoongi feels like he can breathe again, just a little. “He took your cock all the way down his throat,” Jeongguk says, his tone a little in awe. Taehyung laughs softly, and Yoongi can hear his smile in it. 

“Yeah, that’s something we’ve been practicing for a while now. It was his idea.”

“What else have you been doing?” Jeongguk asks, curiosity clear in his voice. 

“Yoongi-yah, do you mind if I tell Jeonggukie our favorite games to play?” he whispers into his ear. Yoongi groans and shakes his head, not quite sure if he’s actually capable of speech right now. He’s just so overwhelmed. And they’ve barely even started! 

Taehyung must be able to sense that, because he pulls away from his neck, and stops flicking his nipples. Yoongi’s head clears just a little more, now that the only stimulation is Jeongguk’s finger in his ass. 

Taehyung starts to talk over him, and Jeongguk alternates between watching Taehyung’s face as he talks, and watching Yoongi’s asshole. He doesn’t actually look at Yoongi, and Yoongi starts to feel like… like he’s not even there. They’re talking over him, holding him, fingering him, but there is not a single thing Yoongi needs to do in order to contribute to what’s going on. He finds that he… really likes that. He likes not having to think. He likes not having to make any decisions. Working with small children, Yoongi’s whole life is thinking about a million things at once. Making seventeen different decisions all at the same time, answering questions, knowing exactly what to say, what to do, where to go at all times because if he doesn’t, then his whole classroom descends into chaos. 

So now, here in bed, between these two gorgeous men, Yoongi doesn’t have to do anything. He doesn’t have to think. Doesn’t have to talk. Doesn’t even have to move. Taehyung’s there. Taehyung will take care of him. Taehyung will make sure Jeongguk takes care of him. He feels Jeongguk slowly add a second finger, and he moans softly. Then his mind simply… goes silent. 

Taehyung notices the exact moment when Yoongi checks out. His head falls back against Taehyung’s shoulder, and he relaxes completely. Taehyung kisses his cheek, lingering for a long moment. This isn’t the first time Yoongi’s dropped into subspace recently, but it is the fastest, and Taehyung is a little amazed that Yoongi feels safe enough with him to be able to let go like that. I’ll have to talk to him about it later… or tomorrow. It’s time for Taehyung to bring it up with him anyway, especially since he’s certain Yoongi doesn’t know it’s happening. Taehyung anticipated it a little when they started experimenting more with kink, and as Taehyung’s allowed himself to be much more dominant with him. But he never anticipated just how well Yoongi would take to being completely submissive to him. He does it effortlessly, and Taehyung loves him all the more for it because it shows him just how implicitly he trusts Taehyung with his body and with his pleasure. Even still, they need to talk about it. Despite not being a professional dom, Taehyung knows that.

“How many fingers do you usually prep him with?” Jeongguk asks. It’s calm and quiet. Slow. Certainly unlike any threesome Taehyung’s ever seen in movies or in porn. Usually they’re fast and loud, a frenzy of limbs. Not sitting with your best friend and the love of your love as your other best friend fingers him. Taehyung doesn’t mind in the slightest. He likes this. He likes it a lot, even if watching Jeongguk slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of Yoongi makes him feel just a little bit more possessive than he thought he would. Just a little bit more jealous. 

“Three,” Yoongi says softly, not opening his eyes or moving beyond opening his mouth for that one word. So not entirely checked out, that’s good, Taehyung thinks. He thinks if Yoongi were too deep, Taehyung wouldn’t feel comfortable with Jeongguk fucking him. 

“Good boy,” Taehyung says, kissing his cheek. “Yoongi-yah, I need you to make sure you stay with us, okay?” Yoongi nods his head, and sighs. 

“‘M here. Just feel good.”

“Good. I’m glad you feel good.” Taehyung runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. 

“Yoongi-yah, are you ready for another finger?” Jeongguk asks softly, and just as Taehyung gears up to say, not yet, you just put in the second finger a minute ago, Yoongi shakes his head. 

“Not yet. Still a little too uncomfy. More lube?” 

“Of course.” 

Taehyung isn’t used to being on the sidelines. It’s a strange place to be, simply holding Yoongi while someone else readies him. While someone else has their fingers inside of him. While someone else makes him feel good. It’s not a bad feeling. But… it’s not exactly a good feeling either. Taehyung feels very neutral about it, and that bums him out just a little. Yoongi is clearly very comfortable, and enjoying himself with Jeongguk, and Taehyung wanted to feel the same way, if only so that should Yoongi decide that he wants to do this again, Taehyung would be able to enthusiastically agree. 

Doesn’t matter if there’s a next time or not. Right now is important. Focus on right now. So he does. He slides his hands over Yoongi’s soft skin, presses kisses to every inch of him he can reach. He reaches down and loosely takes Yoongi’s cock in his hand, just to hold and feel its hot pulsing. Yoongi moans softly, pressing his head against Taehyung harder. He lets go of one of his legs - and Jeongguk, with his quick reflexes, catches it with a hand on the back of his thigh - so he can reach up and slide his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. Something warm and content curls up in Taehyung’s chest, that even with another’s fingers inside of him, he still reaches for Taehyung. 

“Jeonggukie, another finger, please?” Yoongi asks through pouted lips. 

“Good boy,” Taehyung says before gently nipping at his earlobe. 

“Are you still hard, Jeonggukie?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung’s eyes flick over to his friend, and sees him smile sheepishly as he shakes his head. “That’s okay, I’ll get you there.” Then Yoongi gasps softly. “Tae,” he whispers. Turning his head, he does his best to look at Taehyung. 

“Yes, baby?”

“Will you suck Jeonggukie’s cock? For me?” he smiles widely, and then bites at his bottom lip. Taehyung reaches up with his thumb to gently tug his lip free. 

“Does Jeonggukie want me to suck his cock?” Taehyung asks, turning to look at the man in question. 

“Jeonggukie would love that,” he responds, in the process of adding more lube so he can slide a third finger into Yoongi. 

“Do you wanna lay down, or hold yourself up, baby?” Taehyung asks him. Yoongi starts shifting, clearly wanting to hold himself up so he can watch. Taehyung moves out from behind him, and Yoongi props himself up on his left arm, staring down between his legs. Jeongguk turns so he’s twisted, and Taehyung can easily get to his cock while Jeongguk continues to stretch Yoongi. 

Taehyung kneels down on the floor beside Jeongguk, reaching for his now mostly soft cock. Jeongguk sighs when Taehyung licks a stripe right up the side. It doesn’t take much for Jeongguk to get back to full hardness, and as soon as he’s there, Taehyung pulls his mouth off, and simply strokes him slowly. He stares up into Yoongi’s eyes. Despite how checked out he was there for a while, he seems to have come back for now at least. And he’s staring at Taehyung with hunger in his eyes. That look along is enough to have Taehyung’s own now-soft cock stirring again. 

“Are you ready for Jeonggukie to fuck you, Yoongi-yah?” Taehyung asks, still stroking Jeongguk’s cock slowly. “He’s nice and hard for you.” Jeongguk groans louder, and must curl his fingers up into Yoongi’s prostate, because Yoongi’s eyes roll up into his head and he moans. 

“Yes!” he says a moment later. “Please, I’m ready, I need you both in me.” Yoongi starts to move, putting his legs down and scooting himself up on the bed. He moves a little sluggishly, but then he’s on his hands and knees, his back arched beautifully. Both he and Jeongguk take a moment to appreciate him. Then Yoongi looks over at them, and drops himself down onto one elbow, arching his back even further, his legs spread, and his ass on perfect display. He reaches between his legs and tugs at his own cock as he groans. “Someone come fuck me before I got get my goddamn dildo and do it myself.” Jeongguk’s hand shoots up into the air.

“Me, I’ll do it!” 

“Get the fuck over here then.” Jeongguk and Taehyung move then, Jeongguk grabbing the box of condoms and starting to deal with that. Taehyung, meanwhile, walks over in front of Yoongi on his knees and slides his fingers through his hair. He tugs up, lightly at first, but when Yoongi doesn’t move, he tugs harder, and Yoongi finally listens to him, pushing himself up. Taehyung wraps his hand around Yoongi’s jaw again, and pulls him up even more. Yoongi has to brace his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder to help him straighten all the way up. 

“Did you like bossing us around?” Taehyung says, his voice low, just a little dangerous. “You wanna be the boss, baby?”

“No,” Yoongi whines. “But nobody was touching me.” 

“Good boys are patient,” Taehyung says. He reaches down and takes Yoongi’s cock in hand. “If you want me to be the boss, then I get to decide when you get touched. And if you’re a good boy, then you’ll be rewarded. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Yoongi breathes. 

Taehyung looks behind him, and sees Jeongguk sitting back on his heels, a condom on his cock. He’s staring at them with wide eyes. “You’re fucking hot, Tae-hyung,” Jeongguk says. 

“Come fuck him before he has a meltdown,” Taehyung says, smirking. He adjusts his grip on Yoongi’s jaw, but lets go of his cock. Yoongi’s pout grows more pronounced, but Taehyung is a rock, he is the immovable object to Yoongi’s unstoppable force, and he doesn’t give in. Yoongi starts to reach for his cock, continuing to be a little bratty, but Taehyung lets go of his jaw and pushes him down so he has to catch himself with his hands on the bed. Jeongguk sidles up behind him, lube in hand. Yoongi doesn’t need to be told, as soon as Taehyung’s cock is right in front of his face he opens his mouth and takes it all the way in. He squeaks when Jeongguk pours a generous mess of lube onto his ass. 

“I like it wet,” Jeongguk says, meeting Taehyung’s eyes. “Like it messy.”

“We do too. Right, baby?” Taehyung says, looking down to see Yoongi’s glassy eyes looking back up at him. Yoongi nods as much as he can. He wiggles his ass, silently telling Jeongguk to get on with it. 

Watching like a hawk, Taehyung stares as Jeongguk presses slowly inside of Yoongi. He watches his brows furrow slightly, his mouth opening, and Taehyung knows why. He knows exactly what Jeongguk is feeling right now, because he’s been inside of Yoongi hundreds of thousands of times now. 

This is the first time in more than ten years that another man has been inside of him, Taehyung thinks, stroking Yoongi’s hair, and only very shallowly thrusting into his mouth. He’s keeping away from the back of his throat, only until Yoongi’s ready for more. Taehyung’s eyes narrow slightly, not in anger, but in… Taehyung’s not even sure exactly what the feeling curling up in his chest is. He decides not to dwell on it, instead turning his attention down to Yoongi, who is groaning through his nose as Jeongguk bottoms out. His mouth is stretched open wide around his cock, and Taehyung cups both his cheeks, just holding him gently. Yoongi looks up at him through his lashes, sending a flash of heat through Taehyung. His cock twitches in Yoongi’s mouth, prompting him to continue sucking. 

“You’re so fucking hot, hyung,” Jeongguk says, awe apparent in his voice as he squeezes Yoongi’s ass, sliding his hands up and then back down his back. 

Good, Taehyung thinks. He should be in awe. “You’re so good,” he says instead, moving his hand from Yoongi’s jaw around to the back of his head, gripping the long, soft black hair there. He pushes him further down on his cock at the same time Jeongguk starts shallowly thrusting, and Yoongi moans loudly through his nose. The sound of his nails scraping along the blanket beneath them as he clenches his hands is loud. “Taking two cocks at the same time so well, Yoongi-yah.” Jeongguk starts thrusting a little faster, his head falling back and his eyes sliding shut. He’s holding Yoongi’s hips tightly, holding him in place as he fucks him, babbling at first softly, but then growing louder and louder as he starts to fuck Yoongi harder. Taehyung stares, unable to take his eyes off of the sight. 

He zeroes in on the way Yoongi’s skin gives beneath Jeongguk’s fingers. He might have bruises later - Yoongi’s always bruised easily. But… those bruises will be from someone else. Someone who isn’t Taehyung. That feeling in his chest returns, uncurling, and starting to growl. 

Taehyung wants to be the one marking Yoongi up. He wants to be the one holding his hips and fucking into him nice and hard, the way he likes. He’s not angry. Not upset, not really. He’s just jealous. But as he stares at Jeongguk fucking the love of his life, and listens to Yoongi moaning as he moves faster, his thrusts growing sharper, more pointed, Taehyung doesn’t feel like he needs to put a stop to this. Yoongi’s enjoying himself. Jeongguk’s also enjoying himself, but that’s not Taehyung’s priority. 

No matter what’s happening right now, Jeongguk will go home in the morning, and Yoongi will still be here with you, he reminds himself, and it goes a long way to bringing his head back into the moment. He’s becoming more and more certain that he wants this to only be a one time thing. So he might as well make sure that Yoongi has a memorable experience. 

“Is that all you’ve got, Jeonggukie?” Taehyung taunts. He pulls his cock out of Yoongi’s mouth, letting him breathe and swallow the spit that’s running down his chin. “Yoongi-yah, is he fucking you like you want?” Gasping, Yoongi shakes his head. “How do you want it?”

“Harder,” Yoongi responds immediately. 

Taehyung turns his attention back to Jeongguk. “You heard him.” 

Jeongguk’s a competitive person. He always has been, ever since he was a scrawny seventeen year old when Taehyung met him. He’s counting on that competitive streak to give Yoongi the threesome he’ll never forget, and he smirks when he sees the focus in Jeongguk’s eyes as they narrow slightly. He bites his bottom lip as he adjusts his grip on Yoongi’s hips and then thrusts in hard. His mouth still empty, Yoongi’s resulting moan is loud, unrestrained, and Taehyung loves it so much he almost doesn’t want to put his cock back in and muffle him again. 

“T-Tae,” Yoongi says, reaching up and putting one hand on his thigh, his whole body jolting forward with each powerful thrust as Jeongguk pounds into him. “My mouth- your cock- please,” he whines. Taehyung hears the way his words slur slightly, and he realizes he’s slipping down again. Not surprising. 

“Okay, baby. I’ve got you. You just want to be full, huh? Just want to have something in your mouth?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi manages as Taehyung stuffs his mouth full once again. He can’t really do more than weakly suck on the cock in his mouth whenever he remembers to, not when he’s so overwhelmed by the way Jeongguk is moving behind him. Taehyung feels good - he always feels good with Yoongi’s mouth on him - but he barely notices it. He’s too busy staring at Jeongguk, letting the jealousy build in his chest. 

“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans out slowing down for a bit, caressing Yoongi’s back. 

“He likes when you smack his ass,” Taehyung says, simultaneously desperate to see it, and angry with himself for giving away yet another way Jeongguk can be the one to make Yoongi feel good. He can’t fool himself into thinking, oh it doesn’t matter who makes Yoongi feel good, so long as he feels good. No. Taehyung needs to be the one who makes Yoongi feel good. Taehyung is his partner, Taehyung is the one who has been with him every step of the way for ten years, and the one who will be with him for the rest of their lives. 

Taehyung pulls out of Yoongi’s mouth, sitting down so he can put his arms under Yoongi’s arms and hold him around the back. Yoongi goes easily, picking himself up and holding Taehyung around the shoulders. His mouth is right next to Taehyung’s ear, his moans loud. 

Jeongguk smacks Yoongi’s ass, and then moves faster again. “I’m gonna cum,” he grits out. Yoongi’s grip tightens around his neck, the sounds pouring from his mouth with nothing to hinder them. Taehyung feels the muscles of his back tense under his fingertips. 

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” he says into Yoongi’s ear. “You’re going to cum on my cock.” Then, to Jeongguk he says, “Go ahead.”

Jeongguk’s face screws up with the effort he’s using, pulling Yoongi back to meet his each thrust, and less than a minute later his mouth falls open with a shout as he cums hard. His hips slap loudly against Yoongi’s ass. Taehyung, feeling like a caged animal, gives him a moment to breathe and come down from what looked like an intense orgasm. But the moment Jeongguk pulls out, as Yoongi lets out a small displeased sound, Taehyung lets go of his carefully held control. 

Taehyung pulls Yoongi forward, and swiftly rolls them over so that Yoongi is on his back, Taehyung hovering above him. He snatches up the lube and puts some on his cock, but then tosses it away without even bothering to put the cap back on. Yoongi’s eyes are only open halfway, and his little cock is so hard and wet. His thighs, resting open around Taehyung’s legs, glisten with all the lube Jeongguk used. His arms are up by his head, resting palms up. Taehyung takes a moment to stare down at him, and when he makes his way back up to his face, he finds Yoongi gazing serenely up at him. 

Taehyung hooks his arms under Yoongi’s legs, and urges him to put them up over his shoulders. When he pushes inside, Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut, a sigh escaping from his pink lips. Taehyung pulls out slowly, watching Yoongi's face carefully. He still looks serene, calm, though his cheeks are pink and his mouth is swollen. "You're perfect," he breathes, smiling when Yoongi's eyes flutter open. Taehyung presses back inside, moving slowly still, though going as deep inside as he can. He pulls out again, and this time thrusts in harder. He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling that jealously still inside of him after watching Jeongguk fucking him. He lets it build, let's it get him all riled up. He thrusts faster, harder, angling so he can hit Yoongi's prostate on each thrust. Taehyung bites his lip, his brow furrowing in concentration as he focuses on completely taking Yoongi apart.

He was already barely holding on, after everything they've done together so far tonight. But now, as Taehyung starts to really pound into him, Taehyung can tell that Yoongi is floating high above him. His eyes flutter, and he moans as Taehyung works on bringing him to the brink. He's beautiful, and Taehyung tells him as much, over and over again, praising him relentlessly. He barely even feels himself approaching his orgasm, too busy with Yoongi's, too focused on his partner. He doesn't notice where Jeongguk is in the room, doesn't notice anything outside of himself and Yoongi. There is nothing else for him. There is only Yoongi, and the sounds he makes. There is only the deep, unrelenting love that Taehyung feels for him, only the all-consuming need to take care of him, and make sure he only ever feels good in Taehyung's presence.

"I love you," Yoongi sighs, the words punching out of him with each thrust. That does it for Taehyung, and he reaches for Yoongi's cock, starting to jerk him quickly in time with his thrusts as his orgasm rapidly approaches. When Yoongi comes he does so quietly, his eyes squeezing shut as he opens his mouth wide and cries out softly, making an almost broken sound. Taehyung buries his face in Yoongi's neck, snapping his hips as he cums harder than he has in a long time. He keeps moving, fucking them both through it. Yoongi's hands clench on the skin of his back, but he can't stop, not yet.

Finally, Taehyung stops thrusting. He kisses Yoongi gently, unconcerned when Yoongi moves very sluggishly to reciprocate. He gently helps Yoongi put his legs down on the bed. He pulls out slowly, aware that Yoongi's hole is probably going to be very sore tomorrow. He turns around, and is startled to see Jeongguk sitting there with a washcloth in hand. "Thanks," he says, giving his friend a small smile.

"That was really fucking hot, Tae," Jeongguk whispers. Taehyung's smile turns into a smirk.

"Yeah, we're pretty hot, aren't we?"

"I don't know why I never pictured you as a dom before. You're kind of perfect at it. And Yoongi's really submissive. When did that happen?"

"It's still kind of happening," Taehyung says softly as he works on cleaning between Yoongi's legs. "We're still figuring it all out." Yoongi is still floating, his eyes shut and his breathing deep and even. He might even be asleep. Taehyung's not sure, but it doesn't matter. His next actions are going to be the same either way. "Come here," he says. "Help me get him under the blankets?"

Jeongguk moves over, and between the two of them Yoongi is easily placed under the blanket, his head on his pillow. "Do you want me to go home?" Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung immediately shakes his head. He noticed a little bit of Jeongguk's own submissiveness, in the way he responded to Taehyung. Even if he didn't go into subspace like Taehyung's almost certain Yoongi did, that doesn't mean he doesn't also need aftercare.

"No, if you're okay with it, I want you to spend the night. We need to spend some time cuddling, because that did get pretty intense there, even for me." Taehyung stares at Jeongguk, unafraid of being vulnerable in front of his best friend. Jeongguk nods, and they both lie down on either side of Yoongi, who immediately rolls a little, curling into Taehyung's arms with a contented sound. Taehyung listens to Jeongguk's happy sigh as he settles down, his chest against Yoongi's back.

Taehyung's thinking about how to bring up the fact that he doesn't want to do this again, when Jeongguk beats him to it. "Taehyungie-hyung," he says softly, likely so as to not disturb Yoongi. Taehyung hums, encouraging him to keep talking. "I had a lot of fun. That was amazing. But... I don't think I'd want to do it again. I know that's what we said before we started, but... I don't know. I wasn't sure if you wanted to do it again, but I don't. Not really. And it's not because I don't like you both or find you attractive or-"

"Jeongguk-ah," Taehyung says, cutting him off. "You don't have to explain. I get it. You're allowed to enjoy yourself but not want to do it again." The moment he says these words, he realizes just how true they are for him as well. "To be honest, I feel the same way. I- hm. Watching you fucking Yoongi was really hot, and I know he had a good time. But I also felt a lot more jealous than I thought I would. I've never really been a super possessive person, and I don't think Yoongi is like, my property or anything stupid like that. But..."

"He's your partner. And he has been for a long time. I think it's okay if you feel a little possessive over him. Especially since you haven't slept with anybody else since you got together." Taehyung nods, taking in Jeongguk's reassuring words. "And I could feel that," Jeongguk continues softly. "At the end, after I came, the world disappeared for you two. No offense, but I can't sleep with you guys again because I need to focus on going out and finding that for me ."

"You will." Taehyung and Jeongguk both stop when Yoongi speaks up.

"You're awake, baby?" Taehyung says, kissing his forehead.

"Yeah, barely," he mumbles. "But, Jeonggukie, you'll find someone. And you can have what Taehyung and I have. You're amazing, and anyone would be stupid lucky to have you. Okay?"

"Okay, hyung," Jeongguk says, nuzzling into the side of his neck. "Did I do a good job?"

"You did," Yoongi purrs. "You're so strong." Taehyung laughs softly, and he feels when Yoongi's attention turns to him. "Tae-yah, I'm sorry that you felt jealous. I didn't mean for that to happen when I asked for this."

"It's okay baby. Jealousy doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's not like I was over here seething with rage as I watched someone else fuck you - I was a consentual partner throughout this whole experience. And like I told Jeongguk, just because I don't want to do it again, doesn't mean I didn't enjoy myself or have a good time. Okay?"

"Okay. You're right."

"I love you, and I just don't want to share you again."

"I only want you, Taehyungie," Yoongi whispers. "But you did a good job, Jeonggukie."

They fall silent after that. Jeongguk falls asleep fastest, snuggled up to Yoongi's back, but Taehyung and Yoongi spend a long time staring into each other's eyes. Taehyung watches as Yoongi's blinks start to grow slower, and his eyes stay closed for longer and longer, until they don't open again. Tomorrow, they'll talk about what happened tonight, how Yoongi's mind went all fuzzy and quiet, and how it's been happening, and would almost certainly continue happening as they continue doing the things in bed that they're doing. But not tonight. Tonight they just need to hold each other, and sleep soundly after working hard.