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Hands. Lips. Teeth. Tongues.
Mark should have been used to it at this point, the feeling of two bodies surrounding him, touching anywhere they pleased. His own hands were split up: one combing through a boy’s blond locks and the other casually rubbing the sensitive nipple of the other boy near him. The blond’s lips were devouring his mouth, the opposite of shy, prying for more than Mark was apparently offering, applying more pressure to open up. Feeling the bed shift next to him, Mark saw the brunet crouch down low, beginning to lap at the tip of his leaking cock, sighing in relief and closing his eyes.
Moving his fingers to guide the boy sucking him off, Mark leaned back with a fist full of soft brown hair, letting out a soft moan or two. Once in a more comfortable position, he pulled the blond back over, resuming their kiss from the exact moment they parted, sloppily making out as Mark’s breathing intensified.
“Jinyoung,” Mark breathed out between the other’s kisses, referencing the person taking good care of his member. “Take more of it, I know you can…”
Nodding from the encouragement, Jinyoung did exactly as Mark requested, hollowing his cheeks as he took Mark completely in, forcing his eyes shut. The blond seemed to miss the eye contact, shaking Mark by the shoulder before he looked back over, staring into his deep brown irises. It was an intense connection, the other boy licking his lip before biting it gently, leaning back to meet his mouth against Mark’s. Way more sexual in nature than intended, the blond even moaned into Mark’s mouth to show how good it was, hand cupping his cheek. Moments passed as Mark’s mind began to fade away, melting into the other’s lips, nearly giving more attention to that sensation than the one happening below. Without warning, said-blond moved away, standing next to the bed, giving his length a firm stroke before smirking at him.
“He’s taking care of you,” he mumbled, fingers raking through Mark’s hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “Why don’t you pass along the favor.”
Nodding with his mouth open, Mark stuck his tongue out, the blond resting his cock onto it gently. While he may have been the giving type, he was also notorious to tease, waiting until the person standing in front of him audibly grunted in annoyance. Wrapping his plump, damp lips around the tip, he let the other boy gently thrust, unable to move as freely as he wanted to with Jinyoung still working on his cock, mouth currently sucking along his balls as his fist kept a steady rhythm going.
“Both look so hot,” the blond apparently had a thing for talking, Mark unsure of how he felt about it. He was used to threesomes, he enjoyed threesomes. However, the secrecy and anonymity Mark craved as a turn-on was waning with every extra line of dialogue the other man spoke, making him nervous that he was expecting an answer. In arrangements like this, Mark was used to the silence, the sticky wet noises filling up the space with little room to observe another sound. But this boy he had never met before this night couldn’t let a moment pass without some sort of comment, always needing to connect the movements between all three of them somehow.
Speaking of the new guy, Mark was impressed by what was currently two-thirds of the way in his mouth, the size clearly a desirable length. The view above it wasn’t so bad either; the other boy had to be an athlete of some sort with his cut abs and defined muscles. With every thrust past Mark’s red lips, he was able to watch as the muscles moved, tightening and relaxing, a thin sheen of perspiration beginning to form. Mark wanted to tell him he was gorgeous as hell, but that was against his personal restrictions, never wanting to seem like he favored one person over the other, especially when he was receiving some amazing head. Instead of saying it verbally, Mark moved his hands to hold the blond’s hips in place, breathing through his nose as he was able to take the entirety of his cock in, forcing a delicately broken whimper from his partner’s mouth. If he could have smirked in his position, he totally would have, instead pulling off with a loud pop before repeating the process all over again.
Mark was a quiet boy and he remained the same in the bedroom, never understanding the need to babble on about what he wanted to happen, instead taking that initiative to make it come true. It was one of the reasons why Jinyoung had called him tonight and why he called him, well, almost every night. He was good for many things, all of which happened on a mattress. Or on a couch. Maybe the shower, kitchen and balcony, too. Once his mouth began to cramp from his sudden interest in only deep-throating the blond’s dick, Mark pulled Jinyoung up gently, kissing his lips softly.
“Felt good,” Mark sighed, the tiny compliment falling within his comfort zone. “But I know you didn’t ask us both here just to suck my dick.”
“Like you would have refused the offer,” Jinyoung smiled, wiping his mouth and sighing. “But I do need to be fucked.”
“I’ll do it.”
Mark looked at where the reply sounded from, puzzled as to why the blond had volunteered when it was clear what he was insinuating. Jinyoung had called Mark over to be taken care of and it was a surprise to see someone else already half-undressed in bed also waiting, but he had swallowed his pride, never one to turn down fun with two men. But it was his understanding that he would be the one doing the honors, the blond unfamiliar to Mark in many ways, from his designer belt he had removed earlier to the thin gold bangle on his left wrist. It was clear he was of a different class than Mark, the boy who lived in a studio apartment to save money to use for his college tuition, unable to be frivolous with his spending.
“Mark,” Jinyoung said quietly, rubbing his thigh like he usually did before saying something that might upset him. “Let Jay have it tonight. I want him there.”
“But-”
“Don’t even start with me,” Jinyoung soothed, sighing as he got up to hand the other guy everything he would need to take care of him. “He can take care of you next.”
“Not what I meant,” Mark huffed, trying not to pout at the scene unfolding in front of him as Jay practically manhandled Jinyoung’s ass in the air, beginning to prep him with the lube he was handed, the informality of the arrangement bugging Mark for the first time in a long time. It wasn’t his ideal scenario, to be hard as a rock, watching some other guy get ready to plow his trusty hookup when it was clearly his turn, but there was nothing he could do, not wanting to risk losing the fun connections he normally had.
“It’ll be good, Mark,” Jay smirked, hardly even looking at what he was doing to Jinyoung below him, fingers moving all on their own. “Watch what I do to him and you’ll be begging for it next.”
Mark held back his eye-roll, the loud blond honestly only doing what Jinyoung asked of him. It wasn’t the worst idea in the world, and Mark would love to feel what Jay could do, so until he was finished with Jinyoung first, he would have to patiently wait, assuming his relaxed position. Settling back against the headboard with his legs spread, Mark moved to where Jinyoung could use his mouth and hands at will, needing that extra stimulation while he basically waited in line for his turn.
It was sexy to see the sequence of events in front of him: Jay absolutely focused on getting Jinyoung ready, biting his lip as he forced the boy under him to squirm around, Mark cautiously stroking Jinyoung’s hair gently to ease any discomfort away. If this was him behind Jinyoung, he would have already been inside and working his hips, impatient but in a good way, wanting to get to the good stuff right away. But this Jay character seemed like a total tease, twisting and turning his fingers to force the craziest sounds from Jinyoung’s mouth, the boy whimpering as if he could come from that contact alone.
Once Jinyoung let out a particularly loud yelp, Jay made the smooth switch from fingers to cock, forcing it inside slowly as Jinyoung whimpered in pleasure. After a few moments of adjusting to the feeling and the boy above him rubbing his back gently, Jinyoung ordered him to finally move, taking Mark’s dick back in his mouth as Jay began to rock his hips. Mark let out a sound that was half-moan-half-scoff, the completely ridiculous display of Jinyoung acting like he couldn’t take a cock full-on in the first thrust laughable. He wasn’t sure what kind of game Jinyoung was playing, but maybe it didn’t matter because his lips were tight around the head of Mark’s dick, pleasing him as much as he could at the angle he was being fucked at.
While Mark’s eyes were low and hazy, he couldn’t help but gaze up at the man behind Jinyoung, hands firmly gripping onto the brunet’s finest asset for dear life. His hair was pushed back earlier, but seemed to fall forward with every thrust, beads of sweat sliding down his temples. With his bottom lip bit back, Jay furrowed his brows as he pounded into Jinyoung more, the stream of words he was so quick to spit out previously absent from his new activity. It was almost as if the blond was determined to prove something, to show how great he was in bed, how he could make Jinyoung act completely different than he did alone with Mark or with a different third person in their occasional menage a trois. He didn’t have to act like it was a competition, Mark was going to come from someone doing something eventually, just like Jinyoung would most likely finish in a few moments, so what was the point? Getting off was about the journey and not the destination, but the blond was on autopilot, taking the fastest route.
Jinyoung was barely able to keep any part of Mark in his mouth as Jay gave his ass a firm spanking, cock dropping from his lips, a trail of saliva following it. Just as Mark had predicted, the moment the blond had wrangled his arm around Jinyoung’s hip to jerk him closer to orgasm, the brunet came without hesitation, finishing onto the bed below. If he wasn’t so unrelentlessly horny and in need of assistance, Mark would have laughed at how frail and spent Jinyoung was acting, his ass still sticking up in the air as Jay pulled out, the most satisfied grin plastered on his face.
“What’s gotten into him?” The other boy joked, an uncharacteristically feminine giggle accompanying his comments. “Oh wait, I know… me.”
Mark didn’t mean to make a face, but he did, the humor cheesily inappropriate in this moment. Jinyoung moved slowly to lay on his back next to Mark, sinking into the pillows he insisted on keeping, even if they were constantly shifted around on nights like this. If Mark had been the one fucking Jinyoung, he would have been kissing his back and neck, mumbling matters of self-assurance, telling him how good it was and how hot he looked… the list went on. But Jay had different matters in mind, motioning over to Mark once his eyes had scanned his repulsed face.
“I’m still ready to go,” Jay smirked, stroking his length gently to keep himself occupied as Mark shuffled closer. “Can’t wait to have you, too.”
“Always so confident?” Mark asked, eyebrow raised as he reached for the bottle of lube, wishing so badly he knew more of what made the other boy tick.
“Absolutely,” the blond replied, reaching out to stroke Mark’s sides down to his hips, gripping them firmly before kissing him softly. “Always so quiet?”
It was the question he had heard his entire life, something he knew he could never escape even if he tried. Mark was an introvert by nature, always analyzing and figuring out how to handle situations and people before they knew him. It wasn’t his fault that he preferred to watch and observe, inevitably fading into the background. Maybe it’s why he fell into situations like this, able to express himself without saying a damn word, even though now a stranger was testing his last nerve.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
With that stinging statement, Mark mustered up the courage to push Jay on his back, the blond shrieking in surprise. Flinching at the outburst, Mark swung a leg over the boy’s abdomen, slicking up his hands before jerking the other off. Jay was hard as a rock, throbbing as Mark traced a prominent vein, being careful to only do enough to prep him for what Mark needed. Taking a bit more and slicking his own entrance up, Mark moved to allow Jay to push in as he slid down, beginning to ride his member with ease.
Mark expected the same narrow range of noises he had heard Jay making when he was fucking into Jinyoung, tiny moans and gasps, a lot of groaning and mumbling, the smacking of his palm on the other’s cheek. But as Mark found a solid rhythm, sliding down and back up, palms flat against Jay’s chiseled abs, the blond’s array of sounds widened, allowing whines and whimpers to slip past his lips, his dominating edge remarkably absent from the picture. With the tables turned, Mark’s mood soared, his own confidence returning as he started running the show, acting like a true power bottom, calling the shots with his body. When Jay was too quiet, he slammed down on his cock, forcing a strangled moan. When his body went limp, Mark would completely stop, forcing Jay to buck his hips and offer his own movements, meeting him in the middle with his efforts.
As their bodies moved together, Mark couldn’t help but lean down and capture Jay’s lips with his own again, the kisses addicting and powerful, adding to the sensations flowing from head to toe. Jay was a great fuck and Mark was surprised how much he was loving being the one taking it in instead of dishing it out like he had hoped to on his bus ride over. In fact, it wasn’t until he noticed the weight of his own cock bouncing around uninhibited between his torso and the boy’s below him that he remembered Jinyoung was somewhere in the room, the guilt of pairing off directly in front of him embarrassing.
“J-Jin...young, fuck,” Mark squeaked out, Jay’s hips suddenly very animated. “C’mon, join…”
Mark could barely finish his last sentence, the blond purposefully reaching up to tweak Mark’s sensitive nipples. Jinyoung looked spent even as he rose from the cotton mountain he was relaxed into, apparently pleased just watching the scene, but wasting no time in jerking Mark along with Jay’s rhythm, Jinyoung and the blond sharing a deep kiss as Mark fucked himself along. Jinyoung’s hand was slender and familiar, the usual patterns of his wrist and thumb nearly pushing him to the edge, but holding back until he had seen enough of Mark’s painfully pleasured expressions.
As Jay miraculously found Mark’s most pleasurable spot, the blond groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, shooing Jinyoung away as he forced his hips up as hard as he could, finishing inside Mark with a loud sigh of relief. Mark honestly expected more of a spectacle based on everything Jay had shown before, but Jinyoung didn’t seem to notice, hand already back on Mark’s cock just the way he liked it, jerking him into submission easily all over Jay’s stomach. It went too fast but not fast enough, Mark’s undeniable pleasure sinking into his skin, settling happily in the pit of his stomach. Once he could bear to open his eyes a sliver, he couldn’t help but moan softly at the scene in front of him. There was something about the way the blond looked below him, eyes shut completely, hair matted against his forehead in a sweaty mess, come streaked across his chest, that made Mark’s dick twitch even after everything that had ended.
“You two,” Jinyoung sighed, hand on Mark’s cheek, the other on Jay’s hip, “are so hot together.”
With that comment helping him rise from lying back, Jay met Mark’s eyes in a fiery glance, his head tilting to the side as if he was thinking of something he wouldn’t be comfortable revealing in front of an audience. Mark gulped instinctively, feeling like he was caught in the crosshairs and being hunted by the jungle’s most notorious predator, unable to escape what had already unwillingly began. Jay’s eyes followed down Mark’s neck to the bob of his adam’s apple, the trademark grin he was wearing when they first met back on his lips.
Jinyoung, seemingly unaware of the thick tension still hanging in the air, gave Mark a kiss before offering one to Jay, the second boy turning it down in favor of cleaning up and getting redressed. However, instead of looking cold and stoic, Jay looked menacing and playful, Jinyoung nearly giving up on the small sign of affection before the blond let out another burst of laughter, finally meeting him in a firm peck. Mark took that opportunity to get ready to go himself, needing to leave soon so he wouldn’t miss the last bus ride back to his place. After sliding his clothes back on, Mark ran his fingers through his hair, checking his pockets for his belongings. It wasn’t long before Jay had wrestled his own garments back on as well, hair already slicked back into place like he didn’t just participate in a night of sexual debauchery, glowing like the sun in the sky.
Saying goodbye and leaving at the same time as someone was was inevitably awkward, Mark trying to slip out Jinyoung’s apartment door before Jay even noticed he was on his way out. He had nearly made it to the elevator before there was a rush of footsteps, panting as the doors nearly closed in on the blond, a firm smile still fixed in place.
“That was fun,” Jay beamed, pressing the same button Mark had already selected for the main level. “You both were fun.”
“Uh, thanks,” Mark offered a tight grin, a little overwhelmed at how close they seemed to be in the tight space.
“Maybe he’ll call both of us again,” the blond continued, Mark wondering how he could be even more talkative after the night’s events. “We could have our own standing appointment or something.”
“Maybe,” Mark shrugged, not putting much weight into the other boy’s ramblings, tuning him out before the light flashed and bell sounded, stepping out into the lobby. His sneakers were quiet as he moved towards the exit, but once again, Jay’s footsteps were amplified by his shiny designer oxfords clicking across the tile, rushing up behind Mark and grasping his shoulder.
“Maybe we should exchange numbers,” Jay smiled as Mark swung around to shake him loose, an eyebrow raised again at his boldness. “You know, in case we want to have our own fun.”
“I think you have the wrong idea,” Mark offered, shrugging as he kindly rejected the notion. “I don’t hook up, Jinyoung’s kind of the only guy on speed dial, if you know what I mean.”
“Ah,” Jay chuckled, phone still clutched in his hand. “Got a thing for him but he won’t give up the single life?”
“It’s not like that,” Mark shrugged, hands now in the pockets of his baggy jeans. “I trust him and he makes me feel good. If I found someone else that did the same thing, maybe I could have two numbers in my list. Who knows.”
“So, you’re saying there’s a chance?”
Mark wasn’t sure if he had ever made the laugh he had uttered in Jay’s face, the blond reciprocating the obnoxious outburst easily. He didn’t want to outright reject him and the sex was pretty damn good for their first time together. Mark had to admire the guts Jay was showing, not wanting to take no for an answer, even if Mark was going to do it out of the kindness of his heart. With that, Mark swallowed his doubts, taking the phone from Jay’s hand.
“Mark,” he said aloud as he typed in his number in a new contact, saving it. “I’m the only one in there so you’ll know it’s me.”
“Mark,” the blond smiled, taking his phone back to send Mark a quick message. “It’s nice to officially meet you with underwear on.”
“Likewise, Jay,” Mark giggled, creating the new contact profile in his phone. Before he could press save, however, the other boy took his phone from his hand, snapping a selfie of himself to add to it, grinning.
“It’s Jackson, by the way,” he smiled, handing the phone back. “Jay’s kind of… Jinyoung’s thing.”
“Not so into the nickname?” Mark couldn’t help but laugh, sensing Jackson’s uncomfortable feelings on the subject.
“Let’s just say I’ve done worse things to get laid,” the blond smiled, letting out another holler of a laugh.
“Well then, Jackson,” Mark smiled, finally resuming his walk from the building. “Maybe I’ll see you around soon.”
“Here’s hoping,” Jackson winked as he passed through the door Mark was holding towards a sleek black sportscar parked illegally at the curb, a pink parking citation sticking under one of the wiper blades. After ripping it away and tossing it onto the street, Jackson waved again before getting inside, speeding away in the opposite direction of Mark’s bus stop.
A quarter mile later, Mark sat on the bench in the dimly lit glass enclosure, waiting for the city bus to arrive. It wasn’t until he went to look at Jackson’s contact information that he got to see the cute selca he included, a small line of text typed in the profile notes.
Things would be better with just the two of us ;)