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The soft light that is emanating from the lamp on the bedside table makes their pale, blue tinted skin glow.
Jaemin and Renjun are lying on their bed, with their bodies tangled together, almost completely covered by the duvet. There’s honestly no need for them to be under the covers like this, except that Renjun loves the feeling of being all snuggled up in bed, and Jaemin loves anything that Renjun loves.
With a Blood Bag in hand, Jeno walks into their shared bedroom, he sits on one of the chairs across from their bed, and hangs one of his legs off the arm rest.
Jaemin watches in amusement as Jeno struggles with getting his blood bag open. He hears him let out a satisfied hum once he successfully pokes a hole through the plastic with his straw. Jaemin sees how Jeno’s eyes sparkle the moment the straw touches his lips and he takes a sip.
Renjun snuggles closer to Jaemin, his head rests on his shoulder, “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”
“Yeah.” Jaemin’s voice almost comes out as a whisper.
Jeno looks so focused on his meal, he doesn’t seem to notice how his two boyfriends are watching him with hungry eyes, as if he’s their prey. He’s unaware of their gaze following his every move, their bodies ready to jump on him any second now.
“Wanna try something?” Jaemin whispers into Renjun’s ear, he looks at Jaemin with confusion written all over his face, but nods nevertheless. Jaemin kicks the duvet off of them. “Jen, dear, why don’t you come sit here instead?” Jaemin gives Jeno a smile that looks too innocent. Renjun moves from where he’s tucked between Jaemin’s arms and pats the empty space on the bed for Jeno to sit. He sits down on the bed with his legs crossed, casually sipping from his blood bag as if it were orange juice.
Renjun sees that a bit of blood trickles down the side of Jeno’s mouth, and he gets closer to wipe it away with his thumb; he intends to lick at it himself, but Jaemin has other plans. His eyes meet Renjun's, then, without warning, he grabs his hand and brings it close to his own mouth. Renjun finds his thumb resting on top of Jaemin's closed lips. He watches Jaemin part them open, and his mouth slowly envelopes Renjun’s thumb, not once breaking eye contact. He feels a fang poke his skin before Jaemin begins to suck on his finger completely.
Jaemin hums in satisfaction once the taste of blood settles on his tongue and fills his mouth, it almost clouds all of his senses and makes his vision blurry, the only thing that keeps him grounded is the fact that he feels Jeno's eyes on him, following his every movement, and eager to know what Jaemin is gonna do next. So Jaemin makes sure that every second of their little show is worth Jeno's time and undistracted attention.
Jaemin circles his tongue all around Renjun’s thumb, not wanting to miss a single droplet of blood, and he almost whines when there is no blood left from him to lick. Slowly, Renjun moves his hand away from Jaemin, the string of saliva that connects them quickly breaks. Jaemin pulls Renjun in for a kiss, it’s short, but Renjun savors the faint taste of blood inside Jaemin’s mouth.
Jaemin gives Renjun one more peck before he pulls away, “Jen, how do you feel about you feeding from us?” Jaemin turns to face Jeno, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Jeno tilts his head in question, waiting for Jaemin to elaborate.
“Now, how would he do that? It’s not like he’ll find blood if he bites your neck.” Renjun states.
“Who said anything about biting necks?” Jaemin purrs. “Baby, why don’t you take a seat between Jeno’s pretty thighs for me?” He gestures towards Jeno’s open thighs, without asking any questions, Renjun happily complies, his back pressing against Jeno’s toned chest.
Jaemin signals for Jeno to give him the blood bag, and sweet, unsuspecting Jeno hands it to him. Jaemin places the straw between his lips and takes a sip from the bag, except he doesn’t swallow the blood, instead he moves closer to Renjun and connects their lips in a messy kiss. Renjun lets out a sound close to a moan but it gets muffled by Jaemin’s lips against his. He kisses Jaemin back and he feels Jeno putting his arms around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest.
Jaemin coaxes Renjun into parting his lips, and that’s when Renjun feels it, the blood that was once inside Jaemin’s mouth traveling to his. Renjun quickly swallows the blood as soon as it enters his mouth, and pulls away from Jaemin.
“What are you trying to do?” Renjun raises an eyebrow at Jaemin.
“Trying to feed Jeno, obviously.” Jaemin says, his eyes stare into Renjun’s, one of his hands rests on Renjun’s cheek and softly strokes it.
“Wha- Oh! I think I get where this is going.” Renjun giggles and watches Jaemin take another sip with the straw then connect their lips together. Renjun slightly parts his lips and once again feels Jaemin push the mixture of blood and his sweet saliva into his mouth, but this time he knows not to swallow it.
Jeno starts to feel the excitement travel through his body as he watches his boyfriends make out in front of him, he notices how some of blood escapes from between their lips and he fights back the urge to wipe it away with his thumb in fear of breaking their kiss.
Jeno still has his arms wrapped around Renjun’s slim waist when his hands slowly lift up the hem of Renjun’s shirt, with skin touching skin, he draws circles using his thumbs on Renjun and sees him slightly squirm under his touch.
With the blood still in his mouth, Renjun pulls away from Jaemin and turns to face Jeno instead, and before Jeno could speak, Renjun slots their mouths together in a kiss. With no guidance needed, Jeno quickly understands and parts lips, the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth and he swirls the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds, before he completely swallows it.
Jeno tightens his hold on Renjun’s waist and he feels Renjun relax into his touch. Their tongues dance around each other, and Renjun, now with his back facing Jaemin, feels his soft hair tickling his neck. “You two look so pretty, all for me.” Jaemin whispers in Renjun’s ear and Renjun can easily picture the smirk on his face. “But you need to let go of each other, we still have half the blood bag to feed Jeno, baby.”
Renjun whimpers when Jeno pulls his lips away from him, he almost chases after them, but he sees how his boyfriends quickly get tangled up in a kiss instead, so he decides to busy himself, now sitting between the two, he noses at the blood that made its way to their skin, he licks a stripe up Jeno's neck first, then turns his head towards Jaemin's throat and attaches his mouth to it, he feels the vibration from it as Jaemin moans at the feeling of Renjun's fangs slightly scraping his skin.
Renjun grabs the blood bag out of Jaemin’s hand and places the straw between Jaemin and Jeno’s lips and squeezes. Jaemin hears the blood gush out of the bag and feels it slide across his skin, trails of blood form on his neck and clothes. Jaemin knows it’s going to stain, but he can’t bring himself to care.
"This is so nasty." Jeno pants into Jaemin's mouth, one of his hands rests on the back of Jaemin’s neck, fingers playing with his hair. Jeno pulls away to examine the mess around them.
"And yet you're still sitting here, kissing us like there's no tomorrow." Renjun moves from where he was sitting between the two and settles behind Jeno, his breath ghosts over his nape, “I bet you’re getting off on this, having us all over you, blood everywhere. Bet you dreamed about this before, haven’t you?” Renjun nibbles at Jeno’s ear, he notices how Jeno throws his neck back and leans further into his embrace. Jeno’s hands reach for Jaemin’s thighs and squeeze them instead, too overwhelmed by everything going on to form proper words.
“Use your words, baby. Are you having fun here?” Jaemin asks, palms rest on the exposed skin of Jeno’s arm, he can feel Jeno’s body temperature with the tips of his fingers, cold like his own, but still radiating heat that almost fills up all the air around them. Jaemin moves one of his hands to where Renjun had his mouth attached to Jeno’s neck a few seconds ago, traces of his saliva mixed with blood make the skin underneath glisten, and his fingers easily slide against the skin on Jeno’s neck.
“I am.” Jeno nods, his eyes are squeezed shut, it feels like so much is happening around him, with Renjun being stuck so close to his body and Jaemin sitting on his heels in front of him, he wonders if his heartbeat would've been loud enough for them to hear, if only he had one.
“Why don’t you lie on your back for us.” Renjun hums into Jeno’s ear, and gives him a little nudge. Jeno turns and rests his head on one of the pillows, his back flat against the bed. Jaemin places one hand on Jeno’s hip, he lifts his sweater and exposes the skin underneath.
Renjun sits next to the two and admires the view, he watches Jaemin leave little pecks all over Jeno’s hips. “Take this off.” Renjun gestures towards Jeno’s sweater, and without any words, Jeno slightly lifts his body off the mattress and Jaemin helps him remove the sweater, he throws it to the side and leaves it to aimlessly land on the floor.
Renjun’s mouth hovers over one of Jeno’s nipples and Jeno has goosebumps making their way all over his body when he feels Renjun’s breath drip like honey against him. Renjun inches forward and bites one of Jeno’s nipples between his teeth, Jeno’s back arches as Renjun’s tongue moves to circle his other nipple. He’s almost brought to tears with how Renjun sucks and bites at him as if he were a chew toy.
Jaemin sits and admires how the buds glisten with Renjun’s saliva, “Are you still hungry, Jen?” he asks mockingly, his hands play with the hair that fans across the other’s forehead. He only gets a nod and a series of whimpers in reply. More noises escape Jeno’s mouth as Renjun inches his lips all over his chest, the kisses growing needier and messier, with his teeth leaving marks across the skin they touch.
“Too bad there’s not that much blood left.” Jaemin fakes a pout, he holds up the almost empty blood bag and shakes it, his eyes meet Jeno’s glistening ones, “Be a good boy for us and try to not move these hands of yours too much and we’ll give you these last few sips, yeah?”
“I’ll be a good boy.” Jeno nods eagerly. He rests his arms next to him on the bed and grips at the sheets underneath in an attempt to hold himself back from whatever comes next.
Jaemin hums in satisfaction. “Good.” Renjun’s voice rings in Jeno’s ears.
Renjun and Jaemin begin to shuffle around the bed but before Renjun rests himself in Jaemin’s lap, he helps Jaemin discard his sweatpants and boxers to the side. Jeno has a full view from where he’s lying down to how both Jaemin’s arms hug Renjun’s waist, with Renjun’s own hands tugging at the hair on the back of Jaemin’s head and messing it up.
Their lips touch, and the kiss quickly becomes messy. Jaemin releases heavy breaths and moans into Renjun’s mouth, and he rocks his hips upwards, the friction, along with the sounds of their pants, makes him feel hot all over. He steals a quick glance at Jeno and notices how his eyes are transfixed on the way his and Renjun’s bodies move against each other.
Jeno watches his boyfriends, and his breath gets caught in his chest. He notices how his own shorts become tight just from the sight in front of him, and he glances down to see the clear outline of his cock through the gray fabric. His vision is quickly brought back to the other two when he hears a groan escaping through Jaemin’s lips caused by Renjun continuously grinding down onto his hips.
“Make sure to keep your eyes on us, baby.” Jaemin demands through heavy pants. He palms Renjun’s cock through his pants, he teasingly slips the tips of his fingers in Renjun’s boxers, which gains him a whine from both Renjun and Jeno, before he completely tugs down his pants and boxers in one motion, fully exposing Renjun’s hard member and having it curve against his clothed stomach. Jaemin spits into his hand and wraps it around the other’s cock, the slide makes it easy for him to work his hands up and down, and Jaemin finds himself grinning with how Renjun throws his head back in pleasure.
Jaemin wraps one of his hands around his own cock, he spreads the precome around his length and thrusts himself forward into his palm. He picks up the pace with the hand he has wrapped around Renjun’s cock, and with a few more strokes, he has Renjun cumming, his moans come out broken, which causes Jaemin to follow soon after and release into his hand.
Jeno starts to squirm around in place, the tightness around his throbbing cock becomes unbearable, and he pleads with his eyes, hoping his boyfriends would touch him, or at least allow him to touch himself, but instead he watches Jaemin get up from the bed, only to come back a few seconds later with towels to clean the cum off of himself and Renjun.
“Look at him, Jaem, he wants us to touch him so bad, don’t you, baby?” Renjun says while using the towel to wipe his stomach, his voice comes out hoarse, but it still manages to pull a ‘yes’ out of Jeno in the form of a whine.
“Poor little thing.” Jaemin says in a teasing voice, a grin makes its way onto his lips when he hears Jeno whine again. “I think he deserves his promised reward for being such a good boy, don’t you think?” Jaemin asks.
Renjun hums in reply. He grabs the almost empty blood bag and brings it close to Jeno’s mouth, “Open up.” He orders, Jeno immediately has his mouth wide open, Renjun pours the remaining blood and watches it flood Jeno’s mouth. With closed eyes, the latter lifts up his upper body and swallows.
Jeno feels a cold hand on one of his legs, and just from the touch, he can easily tell it’s Jaemin. The hand travels upwards until it reaches his clothed thigh. Jaemin draws random shapes with the tips of his fingers on the fabric, his hand inches towards Jeno’s visibly hard cock, and Jeno waits in anticipation for Jaemin’s hands to grab him through his shorts, but the latter draws his hands back, and climbs on top of Jeno instead, straddling his thighs and locking them in place.
“Babe, do you think Jeno could cum just from me sitting on him like this?” Jaemin addresses Renjun, he gestures as he starts rolling his hips down onto Jeno’s thighs.
“I don’t know, But I think I’d like to watch you try.” Renjun challenges, a smirk draws across his lips.
“Will you cum just from this, baby? Does this make you feel good?” Jaemin asks, his voice so deep it sends chills down Jeno’s spine. He doesn’t give Jeno a chance to reply though, as the distance between their bodies gets shorter with each passing second. Jaemin leans his body over Jeno’s, until his naked cock is pressed against Jeno’s clothed one.
At first, Jaemin’s movements against Jeno’s hips are slow but they gradually become faster with each moan that leaves Jeno’s mouth. “Fuck, that’s it.” Jeno wails, his body shakes and his hands move to grab Jaemin’s arms, but he’s quickly stopped by Renjun’s own hands pushing his down onto the bed.
“Keep them down!” Renjun warns, Jeno whimpers in response but places his hands back on the mattress, they twist and pull at the sheets instead as Jaemin picks up speed.
With a few more thrusts forward, Jaemin orgasms for the second time, his cum spills all over himself and Jeno. Jeno follows suit a few seconds after. He throws his head back and Jaemin feels the twitch of Jeno’s cock against his own.
Jaemin’s body falls slack against Jeno, visibly exhausted. He rolls to the side and lies next to him.
“Oh, look at you, ruining yet another nice pair of shorts just like that.” Renjun quickly throws towels at the two for them to clean themselves up. His hands trace the wet spots on Jeno’s shorts, “But I guess you’ve been good.” Renjun says and gets up from bed.
“Where are you going?” Jeno asks. He lies on his side and watches Renjun leave the room, he hears the sound of the fridge opening and closing, then Renjun walks back into the room with three blood bags in hand, he hands one each to Jaemin and Jeno, and keeps one for himself.
“Didn’t you say we ran out of these O+ bags earlier this week?” Jeno raises his eyebrows in question.
“Yes, but Jaemin had them specially delivered this morning.”
“Really?” Jeno laughs.
“What? I know they’re your favorite…” Jaemin says nonchalantly, playing with his straw.
“You spoil me too much.” Jeno scoots closer to Jaemin and gives him a hug, burying his face in the other’s neck. “Thank you.” He whispers in his ear.
“Anything for you, Jen.” Jaemin says and kisses Jeno’s head.
“This is cute and all, believe me, but I need you two to help me throw these sheets into the wash before they completely stain.” Renjun stands in front of the two with his arms crossed.
“You know, you’re the one that thought having white bedsheets was a great idea.” Jaemin states.
“Because it is! We just need to be more careful with our food. Now, move it!” Renjun demands. Jeno and Jaemin look at each other and silently giggle.