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Eunseok has once again found himself in a Situation.
Situations happen to Eunseok at least once a week. He’ll lock himself out of his car or his shitty wifi will go out right as he’s about to get a pentakill in a ranked League match or he’ll get home after a long day and find out that his roommate has eaten the last of his favorite snack. He’s very familiar with Situations.
That being said, when Sungchan asked him to hang out at his place to play video games after work he didn’t think anything of it. They’re best friends, they do it all the time, it’s nothing new. When Sungchan’s boyfriend Wonbin tagged along he didn’t blink an eye. Again, this isn’t anything new. Wonbin has lived with Sungchan for a good while, so he’s always around. And Eunseok is comfortable enough around him.
Almost comfortable enough to look past the fact that he’s model level gorgeous, but not quite comfortable enough to forget that he had a puppy crush on him before he started dating Sungchan.
They had played a few rounds of their game and had finished passing a joint between the three of them when Wonbin got up from his spot curled into Sungchan on the couch.
He pulls another joint from who knows where, lights it with his probably expensive metal lighter, and takes a long pull before moving to sit next to Eunseok on the floor.
“Hey, Eunseok.” Wonbin blows a thick cloud and smiles at him, his bloodshot eyes hooded and wrinkling at the corners.
Actually, Eunseok thinks, it's not really a smile. Wonbin doesn’t smile often at all. This is more like a leer. Like he’s a cat studying his prey.
Eunseok quickly glances away from Wonbin’s unsettling gaze to peek at Sungchan, who’s sitting on the couch and playing the game like nothing at all is happening. Like his boyfriend isn’t on the floor about to eat his best friend alive.
“H-hi.” Eunseok finally replies, looking at Wonbin’s nose instead of into his eyes. It’s a pretty nose, slightly crooked without setting off the perfect harmony that are his facial features. Eunseok finally regains some self control, pressing his back into the couch and looking at the tv screen before speaking again. “What’s up?”
Eunseok feels Wonbin scoot in closer and he jumps when Wonbin lifts the joint to his lips, causing his friend’s boyfriend to chuckle. He takes a drag regardless, hoping that the higher he gets the less nervous this whole situation will make him.
The round ends, and of course Eunseok loses. How can he focus when Wonbin is basically purring next to him. As soon as Eunseok’s character dies and “K.O.” flashes across the screen Wonbin takes the controller out of Eunseok’s hands. Eunseok watches as he tosses it haphazardly onto the couch behind him before lifting the join to his plush lips.
“You know,” Wonbin starts, taking another drag before reaching behind him to hand the joint off to his boyfriend. “You’re really good looking, Eunseok. Why don’t I ever see you with any girls?” His now free hand rests on Eunseok’s thigh and he looks up at Eunseok with nothing but mischief in his eyes. “Or guys. Whatever you’re into.”
Eunseok watches as the smoke releases from Wonbin’s lungs and curls around his ridiculously gorgeous face. He quickly realizes that this is not a regular Eunseok Song brand Situation. This is something much spookier, and how does one even react in a Situation like this?
A sober person would probably put an immediate end to it, as this is, again, his best friend’s boyfriend.
But again, Eunseok is not sober.
“Thanks, I um.” Eunseok glances back at Sungchan to find him sitting back, blowing out his own pretty cloud of smoke as he watches whatever is going on in front of him. Eunseok looks back to Wonbin’s face, still not able to look him directly in the eye. “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t have time really.”
And it’s true. Eunseok works full time, and is basically his 10 year old brother’s chauffeur, and he plays a lot of League, so his schedule’s kinda too full for romance. Yeah, there’s this guy that works at his brother’s school that he talks to when he picks him up from the after school program sometimes, but he doesn’t really count that.
Wonbin dips into Eunseok’s line of vision, forcing him to look him in the eye. At the same time, his hand pushes further up Eunseok’s thigh, coming dangerously close to his crotch area. He thanks whatever power may be that he’s managed to not get hard in these conditions, ‘cause Wonbin would definitely be able to tell right now if he were.
“That’s too bad.” Wonbin pouts in a way that sends a chill down Eunseok’s spine and he feels the hand that was propping Wonbin up crawl up the back of his neck. “It’s not healthy to be so pent up for so long, Eunseok. Do you want me to help?”
Eunseok wants to say yes so badly. He’s so high and so horny because yes it has been quite some time but this is His Best Friend’s Boyfriend. His best friend’s boyfriend may practically be in his lap, and his best friend may be on the couch unfazed by it all, but certain lines shouldn’t be crossed. Right?
“You should let him, Seok.”
Eunseok looks back at Sungchan and he’s smiling like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “He’s been begging me to let him fuck you.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah, so why not? Figured I could make it up to you for stealing him from you, right?” Sungchan laughs as he says it, taking another hit from the joint.
Yes, Sungchan knew Eunseok had a crush back then. Back when they were freshman in college and openly talking to guys for the first time. Eunseok was gonna make a move, he was dead set on it and Sungchan was willing to help him, but Wonbin liked Sungchan and Sungchan liked Wonbin and who was Eunseok to stand in the way of young love. Or lust. Or whatever they had going on before they were official.
Wonbin’s fingers are curled into the hair at the nape of his neck now, and his lips are a whisper against the skin of his jaw as he lets out a hum of affirmation. “Sungchan told me all about your crush, Eunseok. You still interested?”
“Fuck…” Eunseok breathes out, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side as Wonbin nips at the sensitive skin of his neck.
Every stupid part of his body is telling him to get Wonbin on his cock right now, to give Sungchan the show he so desperately craves and to put an end to this long ass dry spell he’s been having. And while he doesn’t have feelings for Wonbin anymore, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime. The small part of his brain that hasn’t been affected by the weed and the pretty boy latched onto his neck is telling him to be smart about this, to cut his losses and not fuck things up, but Eunseok thinks he’s allowed to make a stupid decision every once in a while.
“What do you say, Seok?” Sungchan drawls, his knee bouncing in anticipation. “You gonna make my baby happy or what?”
“O-okay.”
Wonbin is on him in an instant. He straddles Eunseok’s lap and places his hands on the couch cushion behind him, caging him in. He’s so close that Eunseok has no choice but to look him in the eyes. They’re so big, and not in the unsettling way people say his own are. They’re round and soft and from this close Eunseok can see the light grey ring of his circle lenses.
“Eunseok.” Wonbin knocks his head to the side like a cat. “You need to touch me for this to work.”
Eunseok takes a deep breath before unclenching his fists, lifting his hands and placing them low on Wonbin’s hips, right at the waistband of his sweatpants. Low enough that if he wanted to change his mind he could. Low enough that Eunseok still feels like he has a bit of control over the situation.
Wonbin rolls his eyes and lets out a huff, sliding his hands off of the couch and down to grab the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He tosses it in the same direction he tossed the controller before grabbing Eunseok’s hands and placing them higher, right at the dip of his waist.
Eunseok’s mouth goes dry as he takes in the hard planes and lines of Wonbin’s body. He’s so pretty it’s almost unfair. He wonders if Wonbin can feel the slight tremor in his fingers against his skin and if he can tell that he’s starting to go red as a tomato.
If Wonbin can tell he ignores it for now, looking Eunseok dead in the eye as he curls his fingers around the back of his neck and dips forward.
Eunseok feels his eyes squeeze shut, anticipating the brush of Wonbin’s lips, when Sungchan interjects.
“No kissing, remember? We talked about this.”
Eunseok internally lets out a sigh of relief. Kissing is personal, and they need to keep this as impersonal as possible.
He opens his eyes to find Wonbin looking up at Sungchan, a pout gracing his pretty features. As if he can read Wonbin’s thoughts, Sungchan slips off of the couch to squat next to where the pair is sitting, getting eye level with him and grabbing his chin with his free hand.
Eunseok watches as Sungchan presses a firm kiss to Wonbin’s lips, happily indulging Wonbin when he presses his tongue against his lips and into his mouth. The longer they make out the more Wonbin starts to squirm in Eunseok’s lap, grinding down against Eunseok’s growing erection with his own. It’s ridiculously hot, and all Eunseok can do is stare.
Sungchan pulls away from the kiss after a while, taking in Wonbin’s desperate expression before turning to look at Eunseok’s pained one. He lets out another chuckle. “Poor Seok. We don’t want to leave him out, do we Bin?”
Wonbin turns to face Eunseok as well before shaking his head, the dark shag of his hair bouncing as he does.
“Let’s help him out, then.”
Wonbin climbs out of Eunseok’s lap to sit on his heels between Sungchan’s knees, his back turned to his boyfriend and his eyes on Eunseok. He once again makes contact with Eunseok’s thighs, this time allowing both of his hands to travel from the tops of his knees to the zipper and button of his pants.
Sungchan hooks his chin over Wonbin’s shoulder and watches as his thin fingers make quick work unbuttoning and unzipping and freeing Eunseok from the stiff denim of his jeans. It isn’t long before his cold hands are on Eunseok’s hot flesh, and he’s about to let out a hiss when Sungchan presses the joint to his lips.
He takes a hard pull just as Wonbin presses his thumb into the head of his cock, causing him to nearly choke on the smoke entering his lungs.
“Holy shit.” Eunseok coughs out, his eyes watering a bit as he looks between Wonbin and Sungchan’s amused faces. “Give a guy some warning.”
Wonbin gives him a sly smile, his eyelashes fluttering innocently as he starts to stroke Eunseok’s cock. “Sorry, Seokie, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Sungchan hums, holding the last of the joint between Wonbin’s lips and letting him take the final hit before using his ridiculously long arms to ash it in the tray near them. Eunseok watches again as the smoke releases from Wonbin’s pretty lips, and he can’t help but think he’s missing out on that kiss after all.
Sungchan picks up on it, because of course he does, and grins. It’s almost unsettling, seeing his usually charming friend turn into this lust driven menace, but Eunseok is starting to wonder how far he’ll go with him in the room.
“You want Wonbin to suck you off? He’s great at it.” Eunseok watches how Sungchan’s hands wrap around Wonbin’s waist, the pads of his fingers pressing into the flushed skin causing the muscles in his stomach to constrict. Wonbin lets out a hum and lets his head lean back against Sungchan’s shoulders when his boyfriend's fingers climb higher up his chest. “Didn’t you used to always talk about Wonbin’s lips back then? Let him show you what they can do.”
Eunseok stutters over an “Okay” or maybe it was a “Sure” or something equally stupid that has Wonbin giggling at him.
Wonbin lifts his head from its place on Sungchan’s shoulders, gestures towards the couch behind them. “Sit up there.”
Eunseok scrambles out of his spot on the floor to sit back on the sofa. He takes his shirt off once he sits down, feeling a little silly being fully clothed with his dick out.
Wonbin watches Eunseok the entire time he spends getting situated, and once he does he crawls to sit between Eunseok’s spread knees. Out of the corner of his eye, Eunseok can see Sungchan get up and nearly jog in the direction of the bedroom. His mind doesn’t have time to fixate on that, however, because Wonbin has his hand back on his cock and his cheek resting on his thigh.
He jacks Eunseok off at a slow pace, like he’s playing with him. Eunseok knows that Wonbin isn’t gonna do anything of substance until Sungchan is back in the room, because this is for him as much as it is for either of them. Eunseok just prays that his friend comes back within the next thirty seconds.
Eunseok has counted to 35 in his head and Wonbin has started to squirm when Sungchan comes tumbling back into the living room.
“Shit!” Sungchan curses, stumbling a little as he regains the feeling in his stubbed toe. He gets on his knees next to Wonbin, the puppy-like expression that usually graces his face temporarily replacing the flat out devious one he had two minutes ago. His shirt is gone, and the muscles he works extremely hard to maintain ripple under his skin as he gets into position. Sungchan holds up a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms in one hand, the other reaching behind Wonbin to lightly trace the ridges of his spine.
“You didn’t start without me did you?” Sungchan says this more to Wonbin than he does Eunseok, his eyes looking at Wonbin with such fondness that Eunseok feels like he’s truly intruding for a bit.
Wonbin looks up at Sungchan from where he’s lying against Eunseok’s thigh with those big pretty eyes and smiles. “Of course not, Chanie.”
Sungchan presses a kiss to the top of Wonbin’s head before finally looking at Eunseok, the scary look from before starting to bleed into his features. “Good boy.” Eunseok tries not to let out a moan as his friend’s eyes bore into his. “You can start now.”
Wonbin doesn’t wait a single beat before his mouth is on Eunseok’s cock, the flat of his tongue pressing into the head and lapping at the leaking precum. He lets out a hum of satisfaction before wrapping his lips around the head, pressing his tongue against the hot skin as he lowers himself all the way to the base.
“Holy shit.” Eunseok’s eyes fall closed and his head rolls backwards against the couch cushions. He thinks he hears the pop of the lube bottle opening, but he can’t be bothered to confirm or deny at the moment. Wonbin licks at a particularly sensitive spot at the underside of his cock and lets out a muffled moan, causing Eunseok to sharply buck his hips into his mouth.
“Woah, relax Seok.” Sungchan warns, a large hand pressing into Eunseok’s right hip to keep him still. Eunseok opens his eyes at that, and the scene in front of him knocks the wind out of his lungs.
Wonbin’s sweats have been pushed down to his knees and his back is arched, giving Eunseok a direct view of Sungchan fingering him open with the hand that isn’t holding his hips still. It’s only one finger, but Wonbin’s already moaning around Eunseok’s cock and when Sungchan slips in a second finger he has to pull off completely.
Eunseok can’t even be upset about the blowjob ending prematurely when Wonbin looks this pretty in front of him. He rests open mouthed against Eunseok’s left thigh, his eyes trained on Sungchan as he rocks back against his fingers. It’s not long before Sungchan adds a third finger, causing Wonbin’s back to arch further and a cry to rip from his throat.
“Ah- Sungchan hyung, right there right there.” Wonbin whines out. His left hand reaches behind him to grab at Sungchan’s arm, the other squeezing Eunseok’s calf.
Sungchan smirks a bit, his eyes still soft with fondness as he watches Wonbin fuck himself on his fingers. Eunseok almost thinks that the couple has forgotten about him, that he’s somehow become one with the couch. That is until Sungchan’s hand wraps around his cock.
Eunseok jumps in surprise, not expecting his friend to touch him whatsoever.
Back in highschool, when neither of them wanted to admit that they liked boys quite yet, they had maybe indulged in some mutual masturbation and had perhaps touched each other’s dicks solely for research purposes, but that was highschool.
Eunseok doesn’t let himself dwell on the past. What’s happening right now is too important to his inebriated psyche.
Sungchan doesn’t look at Eunseok as he sloppily jacks him off, too busy watching Wonbin with his knit eyebrows, every brain cell concentrating on making his boyfriend feel good.
“You’re so pretty, Bin, you’re so perfect.” Sungchan mutters, just loud enough for Eunseok to hear him over his heart pounding in his ears. “I think Eunseok is ready for you, Baby, are you ready for him?”
Eunseok’s eyes lock with Wonbin’s as he nods against his thigh, his hair bunched up around his face. “I’m- ah- I’m ready. Can I fuck Eunseok now? Please?”
“Of course. Anything you want, Bin, you can have.”
Sungchan lets go of Eunseok’s cock and pulls his fingers from Wonbin’s hole, Eunseok going absolutely dizzy when he sees Sungchan’s lube-wet fingers move to the small of Wonbin’s back as he sits up. Wonbin uses Eunseok’s thighs as leverage as he stands from his spot on the ground, his legs trembling a bit under his weight.
“Take your pants off.” Wonbin says simply, his eyes trained on Eunseok as he steps out of his own sweatpants and kicks them out of the way.
Eunseok doesn’t have to be told twice. He makes quick work kicking off his jeans and boxer-briefs, lifting up his hips to do so before Sungchan pushes him back down.
Wonbin looks like an angel looming above him. The light from the television casts a halo around his body, directly contrasted by the way his eyes are blown out and studying him. A tickle of self consciousness pushes at the back of his brain. Wonbin is beautiful, and while Eunseok never found himself bad looking, he knew he had his flaws. Wonbin wants him though, at least for right now, and that’s enough for him to push those nasty feelings down into whatever mind hole they slithered out of.
“You ready, Seok?” Eunseok looks at his friend at his side when he speaks. “You can always change your mind, y’know. If you’re not sure.”
“I’m sure. I want this.” Eunseok doesn’t think he’s ever been so sure of something while being so high before.
Sungchan smiles at that, grinning ear to ear before he tears open a condom. Eunseok expects it to hand it to him, or Wonbin, but he rolls it down his cock himself, stroking him a few times before letting him go.
Eunseok lets out a whimper when Wonbin straddles him and sits back on his knees, picking up the bottle of lube laying on the couch next to him and popping the cap open. He wordlessly squeezes a generous amount into his palm, warming it on his fingers before wrapping his pretty hand around Eunseok’s aching cock.
“Okay?” Wonbin asks one more time. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he rises up on his knees. Eunseok chokes on an affirmative noise when Wonbin lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing right against Wonbin’s entrance.
Eunseok wants so badly to wrap his arms around Wonbin’s waist and tug him down onto his cock, but Sungchan has his hands on him already. His friend’s palms press into the dip of Wonbin’s waist, his fingers tightening his hard stomach as he guides him down Eunseok’s cock.
All three men let out a collective breath when Eunseok bottoms out, Wonbin’s eyelids fluttering closed and Sungchan biting at his bottom lip with his teeth. Wonbin rests his hands on Eunseok’s shoulders and stays still for a moment as he adjusts to Eunseok’s girth.
Sungchan presses a kiss to Wonbin’s hip as he smooths against his waist. “You’re taking it so well, Bin, fuck you’re so hot.” Sungchan presses against his lower stomach, causing Wonbin’s cock to twitch and a moan to slip from his lips.
“Fuck-“ Eunseok gasps out, the feeling of Wonbin lifting his hips and dropping them again breaking the word apart on his tongue. “Oh my god, you feel so good.”
Wonbin preens at the praise of his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s best friend, grinding down with a swivel of his hips on Eunseok’s cock. His left hand moves from Eunseok’s shoulder to grip at Sungchan’s hair, pulling him off his knees and closer to Wonbin’s face.
“K-kiss me.” Wonbin begs, the steady movements of his hips quickly faltering. “Please, Chanie.”
Sungchan smiles as he presses a kiss to Wonbin’s waiting lips, and Eunseok watches as their tongues slide against each others’. He moves his hands from his sides to caress the skin of Wonbin’s stomach before he brushes over his nipples with his fingers, causing Wonbin to whine into the kiss and pull away slightly.
Eunseok punches harder before sitting up and wrapping his arms around Wonbin like he wanted, leaving enough space for Sungchan to press at Wonbin’s hip and wrap his hand around his leaking cock. Wonbin lets out a cry as Eunseok rocks his hips upwards, matching every uncoordinated grind of Wonbin’s hips.
“Ah- I’m gonna cum.” Wonbin cries out, a high pitched noise tearing from his throat. He grips Sungchan’s hair harder and his nails bite into Eunseok’s tricep. “I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“
“You’re doing such a good job, Bin.” Sungchan presses his lips to the crook of Wonbin’s neck and Eunseok can see his tongue dart out to lick at a patch of freckles there. His left hand moves faster on Wonbin’s cock while his right helps guide his movements as he continues to ride Eunseok. “My pretty Nyangi.”
Wonbin’s head drops back as he cums, his body jerking and going almost limp in Eunseok’s lap and his eyes rolling backwards. Eunseok feels the ropes of cum hit his stomach and he sees it on Sungchan’s hand when he pulls it away.
“Holy shit.” Eunseok groans as he continues to fuck into Wonbin, his walls fluttering around him. Wonbin lets out little overstimulated whines that do nothing but spur Eunseok on. “Fuck!”
Sungchan watches them as Eunseok pulls Wonbin flush to his body and fucks into him faster, chasing his own release. Sungchan smooths against his boyfriend’s back, whispering soft encouragement into his ear.
It’s not long until Eunseok cums. He pulls Wonbin’s hips down as he thrusts up, releasing long thick spurts into the condom. He feels Wonbin’s cock twitch between them, like he could cum again just from being filled up.
Eunseok lets his head fall back onto the couch cushion as he feels himself go soft inside of Wonbin’s fluttering heat. “Holy fuck.”
Sungchan laughs from beside them, wrapping his arms around a dizzy Wonbin’s waist to pull him up and off of Eunseok’s cock. “Shit, man, you really did a number on him.” Eunseok pulls the condom off and rolls his head to look at his friend as he pulls Wonbin backwards into his lap. His sweats are already pushed down far enough for his cock to spring free, the hard length pointing up towards his belly button.
Sungchan presses a kiss to Wonbin’s temple as Wonbin presses his hands into Eunseok’s thigh, leaning forward so Sungchan can line himself up.
“My turn.”
Sungchan fucks Wonbin like he has all the time in the world. He fucks into him in the same languid manner as he was when he was talking him through getting fucked by Eunseok. It’s all so ridiculously hot, the way Wonbin grips onto Eunseok’s bare thighs and the way Sungchan’s hand snakes back around to jack his boyfriend off.
“Chanie.” Wonbin whines, turning slightly to look Sungchan in the eye and moving his right hand to hold the arm gripping his waist. “Fill me up, please. I need it.”
Eunseok’s hand wraps around his own cock watches as Sungchan fuck into Wonbin even faster, his face falling into the dark hair at the back of his neck. The faster Sungchan goes the faster Eunseok pleases himself, the base of his spine tingling with his second release.
Sungchan lets out a long groan as he cums, his hips flush against my Wonbin’s ass as he comes to a halt. Wonbin cums soon after, a soft whine on his lips as he once again paints Sungchan’s hand white, some of it landing on Eunseok’s thighs. The sight has Eunseok cumming as well, his release catching on his own hand and pooling in the dip of his stomach.
The room falls silent for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from the television and from the three men taking in air.
Eunseok looks down at himself in a daze. He’s covered in cum. Cum from his best friend’s boyfriend. He waits for the guilt to creep into his brain or regret to smack him silly, but it doesn’t come. Maybe he’s still too high.
It’s another few minutes before Sungchan speaks, breaking their collective silence.
“Fuck that was good. Didn’t even make it to the bedroom like you planned, Bin.”
“Oh shit!” Wonbin startles, practically jumping off of Sungchan’s lap causing his boyfriend to groan. He rushes to the bathroom before coming back with a roll of toilet paper. He starts pulling Sungchan off of the couch, making a shooing motion at Eunseok as he does.
“The couch! Everyone off the couch! If there’s a single stain on this thing I’m never fucking either of you ever again.”
Eunseok blinks in surprise. Again?