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There’s a certain type of coldness clinging onto the space of his apartment when Donghyuck pushes open his door and trudges in.
The door clicks shut behind him, locking on its own and he’s left staring at the two pairs of shoes carefully placed next to his entryway. Donghyuck takes stock of the chilly air inside his apartment which makes a shiver travel down his spine as he also toes off his shoes and leaves them in a much more haphazard state than the others.
“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out, fully aware that he’s not alone, despite nobody else being in sight.
They like playing hide and seek, toying with Donghyuck. He likes playing a game of cat and mouse, although the lines of who plays which role always blur in his head.
The contained soul of some poor bastard burns through the inside pocket of his jacket, most likely sensing that their inevitable end is close by. Donghyuck steps further into his apartment and he can feel how the soul shudders, its warmth lessening as if it’s trying to shrink away and hide.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Donghyuck mumbles absentmindedly, his eyes doing a quick sweep around his apartment. He can’t see or sense anything, nothing in the air that gives away the telltale taste of concealment magic, but Donghyuck just knows that he’s not alone by himself inside his home. He’d know even if they hadn’t left their shoes out in the open for him to find.
He wanders over to his kitchen, no walls separating it from the living room. Donghyuck skirts around the small dining table with three chairs placed around it. He opens his fridge and takes out the carton of milk, placing it on the counter. It’s a challenge. Donghyuck expects charged energy to fill the air and gets disappointed when that doesn’t end up happening.
So, he doesn’t want to play like that tonight. Alright, Donghyuck can work with that.
He abandons the milk completely, instead turning to one of his drawers. Donghyuck is determined as he takes out a knife, small but sharp enough to do some real damage. Donghyuck knows that it can.
It feels like the captive soul kept inside a locked pendant screams at the sight of the knife, the pressure against Donghyuck’s jacket wiggling around as alarm bells go off inside Donghyuck’s head.
He doesn’t care. He brings the knife down against his palm, one move away from drawing blood—
“You’re unbelievable,” Jeno huffs against his nape, one hand gripping tightly onto Donghyuck’s wrist, stopping him before he can succeed in cutting himself.
“If you weren’t so childish, I wouldn’t have to resort to these kinds of measures, you know?”
“Ah, yeah,” a voice drawls from behind Jeno and Donghyuck bristles, his jaw locking in place. Jeno smiles his signature eye-smile at the sight of it. “Because we’re the childish ones here, of course.”
The soul that Donghyuck managed to obtain knocks against its holds, begging to be let out from the magic pendant, pleading to not be given off to the person who spoke.
Donghyuck almost feels bad for its fate.
Almost.
“Good to see you being so self-aware, Minjae,” Donghyuck uses the nickname just to piss him off and he gets a sick sort of satisfaction when Jaemin growls, a low sound that seems to come from behind clenched teeth.
“Don’t push your luck,” Jeno murmurs, his lips brushing against Donghyuck’s temple as he speaks, leaning down to nuzzle against Donghyuck’s cheek. Donghyuck softens just slightly, tilting his head back to rest it against Jeno’s shoulder, giving him easier access to his jawline and neck as he starts brushing featherlight kisses against Donghyuck’s skin.
“But I like taking my chances,” Donghyuck mumbles back, his eyes fluttering open, his head twisting around to stare at Jaemin over Jeno’s shoulder.
Jaemin, for all his anger —both real and pretend and looming figure, looks almost fond as he eyes how obsessive Jeno seems to be with worshipping Donghyuck. His gaze hardens again when it meets Donghyuck’s.
“You got the soul?”
Curt, immediately cutting to the chase. Donghyuck frowns, stubbornly pressing his lips together and refusing to answer. It’s not like he doesn’t want to. It’s just that he wants Jaemin to kiss and love him first before they get down to business.
Jaemin huffs, his eyes narrowing at him, “The sooner we can get this over with, Hyuckie, the sooner we can get to the part that you want. Haven’t you learned anything about exorcist priorities?”
Donghyuck flushes all over, from his toes up to the tips of his ears. It’s not anywhere close to how Jaemin has talked down to him all those other times, but it’s still a version of it. A glimpse of how mean Jaemin can be when he truly wants to.
When Donghyuck asks for it. Or when he doesn’t wait for anyone to ask at all and just uses Donghyuck’s weaknesses against him.
“Haven’t they taught you anything about Grim Reaper niceties?”
“I don’t have to be nice, baby,” Jaemin croons like a cat that has caught its prey. Donghyuck feels like the prey right now. “That’s not what Grim Reapers are for.”
“Just give him what he wants, Hyuckie,” Jeno mouths against his Adam's apple as he says it, scraping his teeth over it when Donghyuck harshly swallows. He lifts his head to slot his lips with Donghyuck’s and muffle his moan. “Give him what he wants,” Jeno breathes against Donghyuck’s lips when he pulls away, just barely, just enough to make sure that Jaemin can hear his whispered words.
Give him what he wants. Jeno was talking about more than the soul Donghyuck has caught.
A shuddery breath, Donghyuck’s lips trembling against Jeno’s, Jeno watching him through low-lidded eyes, Jaemin observing from where he leans on the dining table. Their dining table. Give him what he wants? Anything he wants?
Everything, a voice whispers in his mind and Donghyuck can tell magic when he comes into contact with it. The voice changes, pitches into a lower timbre that Donghyuck immediately recognises. He shudders against Jeno’s body, jerking slightly into him when the voice continues. Give me everything, Hyuckie, Jaemin coos gently, his words a lover’s caress. His smile is sharp and deadly when Donghyuck locks eyes with him. Everything and more. C’mon, you know you want to.
His grasp on the knife loosens, letting Jeno gently pry his fingers off of it. Donghyuck releases a frustrated breath through his nose and Jaemin grins, victorious, knowing that he’s going to get what he wants.
Donghyuck scowls at the sight of it. “Come get it, then.”
It’s easy to nudge Jeno off of him, when the dark angel is so caught by surprise because of his words. The older man laughs under his breath as he watches Donghyuck stare at Jaemin who only stares back, his gaze darkening more and more as the seconds trickle by.
“Donghyuck.” It’s said so low, Jaemin is too still. He keeps his eyes locked with Donghyuck’s, silently warning him to not try and piss him off. Donghyuck raises his eyebrows in a challenge instead.
“Big bad Grim Reaper,” Donghyuck coos in a teasing manner. A muscle in Jaemin's jaw ticks with his annoyance. “He just wants everything handed to him on a silver platter.” Donghyuck leans against the counter behind him. “If you want the soul, come and get it yourself. I'm not moving.”
Jaemin is standing in front of him, one hand darting out to grip at him by the jaw before Donghyuck can so much as blink. It’s intoxicating; the power Jaemin holds over him, his smell that causes Donghyuck’s brain to fog, the close proximity as Jaemin steps even closer. Donghyuck is trapped but he doesn’t want to be anywhere else at the moment, he doesn’t want to be anywhere that isn’t here, pinned against the kitchen counter in between his boyfriends.
“I warned you,” Jeno murmurs, his lips brushing against Donghyuck’s earlobe before he gently bites down, and just as gently pulls, enough to make Donghyuck whine. Jaemin scowls and tightens the grip he has on Donghyuck’s jaw, forcing his lips shut, pushing them more fully into their natural pout.
“Nana,” Donghyuck tries to say, the syllables of Jaemin’s affectionate nickname mixing together as his hands rise up to hold onto his boyfriend’s wrist. He’s not trying to pull him away, Donghyuck would never try to control Jaemin, mostly because he knows that he’s not the one pulling the strings in their relationship.
No, Donghyuck is more than willing to hand over the reins to Jaemin. And Jeno.
“Shut up,” Jaemin hisses, inching closer to his face. His grip turns bruising, and Donghyuck would worry about the counter from where Jaemin is holding onto it until his knuckles turn white, if he didn’t know that their whole kitchen is made of good materials.
Donghyuck grins, or at least tries to, his thumb pressing down on Jaemin’s pulse point, the lack of a heartbeat at all oddly soothing to him. “You love me so much,” He tries to speak again, now intentionally puckering his lips in a pout, taking delight in the huff Jeno breathes out against his neck before the angel quietly laughs. Jaemin’s face is a wonder of the world, especially when it’s pinched in annoyance and anger.
“You love me so much, it makes you look stupid.”
“You talk so much,” Jaemin’s scowl deepens, if even possible. He uses his hold on Donghyuck’s jaw to shake his head. “All bark and no fucking bite. You remember all about manners only when someone’s got a cock in you.”
Donghyuck would be embarrassed about the loud moan he lets out at the words, if he let himself feel any shame around his boyfriends. As it turns out, he feels none, which is why he only blinks up at Jaemin and tries to grind his hips against the Grim Reaper’s, not even pretending to deny his words.
Jaemin groans at his actions, pinning Donghyuck’s hips against the counter behind him with the help of his own.
“Nana,” Donghyuck whines again, surging forward in an attempt to fight off Jaemin’s grip and kiss him. He only gets as far as halfway through, his strength not enough to rival Jaemin’s. He admits that the next time he whines he sounds close to tears.
“Look at you,” Jaemin murmurs. Jeno hums quietly by Donghyuck’s side, leaning his head back from where he was placing butterfly kisses on Donghyuck’s neck to instead stare at his face. “So desperate for it, aren’t you, baby?”
Jaemin’s words, the cooing tone he uses with Donghyuck, the strength with which he restrains him. It’s too much. Each of them is already too much on its own, but combined? With Jeno’s stare as well? Yeah, definitely too much.
“C’mon,” Donghyuck complains, turning his head to lick at Jaemin’s fingers. The Grim Reaper doesn’t expect it, which is why his hold loosens. It’s the opportunity Donghyuck needs to break free. He slips Jaemin’s pointer and middle finger in his mouth, cushioning the digits with his tongue. When he speaks next, his words are definitely slurred. “You’re going to fuck me anyways, because you love me. I don’t have to beg.”
“Oh, but how nice it is when you beg.”
Donghyuck had expected Jaemin to reply. He was prepared for it, was ready to listen to him talk and offer something more teasing and cocky in return. He didn’t think Jeno would reply.
Jeno steps back, looking at Donghyuck from over Jaemin’s shoulder. Donghyuck grumbles in complaint around Jaemin’s fingers, which suddenly push back harder at his tongue, push and push until Donghyuck can do nothing other than choke, his body seizing up as he tries to fight against his gag reflex.
Jaemin coos but he doesn’t sound nice; his other hand softly runs over Donghyuck’s side but it doesn’t feel comforting. Jeno smiles at Donghyuck when their eyes meet, Donghyuck’s watery and lidded, Jeno’s dark and narrowed.
Jeno smiles until his eyes turn into crescent moons and Donghyuck thinks to himself; fuck.
He doesn’t remember how they reached the bedroom. The details have blurred together, a gap in his memories from one moment to the next. Donghyuck can only remember Jeno’s smile as he spoke to Jaemin, “Put him under, will you?” and Jaemin’s slightly manic grin as he leaned closer to Donghyuck’s space, as his eyes turned into that soft, lavender haze that Donghyuck loves so much and then—
And then nothing. Or well, something, but Donghyuck knows enough about how Jaemin’s powers work to know that the small, open space of blank whiteness in his memories is reasonable.
Jeno’s opening him up when he comes back to his senses. Donghyuck jolts back in his own body, in his own mind, sight blurry and in a permanent daze. For now at least, until Jeno decides to let Jaemin release his control over Donghyuck.
He welcomes it, the lack of racing thoughts and worries, lets himself settle into Jaemin’s magic as Jeno twists his fingers inside him and his back arches off the bed with a moan that vibrates against his throat.
“Please,” Donghyuck’s not sure if he’s even said anything but he tries to. He really does. He keeps mouthing please over and over again, in love with the fog that settles over his brain like a warm hug and makes his body relax onto the bed sheets again.
“Shhh,” Jeno hushes, his other hand petting Donghyuck’s hip. He’s naked, they both are. Donghyuck’s parts his lips to softly sigh as Jeno’s fingers prod against that spot inside him.
Donghyuck suddenly frowns, his head twisting to the side, a distressed sound falling from his lips.
Jaemin, Donghyuck calls out, trying to blink the fog away from his eyes. Jaemin. Nana. Jaeminnie–
“Nuh-uh, stop that,” the person he was looking for says out loud, leaning over Donghyuck’s head. Donghyuck makes a sound of relief, his hands weakly rising to hold onto Jaemin’s cheeks as he gives up fighting against the Grim Reaper’s control. “Aww, baby, did you miss me?”
An affirmative noise rumbles behind Donghyuck’s teeth, slowly blinking up at Jaemin. The other man grins, sharp and playful. “Sorry, baby. I’m here, hm? Nana’s not going anywhere.”
They pull him up in a sitting position once Jeno deems him ready enough. Jaemin sits back against their headboard, tugging at Donghyuck’s limp body until he can position him on his lap. He’s also naked, Donghyuck can feel how hard he is against his back.
Jaemin eases up with his power, the fog slowly but gradually disappearing from Donghyuck’s brain little by little. He’s not that fond of it, whining about it. Jeno and Jaemin chuckle at him, their lips soothing as they press against Donghyuck’s skin.
He enjoys being ‘put under’ as Jeno so simply puts it. He likes feeling like he’s on cloud nine, weightless with nothing to trouble him. But Jeno and Jaemin refuse to actually fuck him when he’s not fully conscious of what’s happening, and Donghyuck respects that. He doesn’t understand why, because he trusts them and they trust him and he has been meaning to talk to them about it but now’s not the time.
Now, Donghyuck blinks away the last of the fog, sighing against Jeno’s lips, his head tilting to the side to give Jaemin more access to his neck.
“You love me so much,” he teases, his lips pulling into a lazy grin. Jeno huffs out a quiet laugh, his breath softly hitting Donghyuck’s face. Jaemin, on the other hand, scowls and bites down on Donghyuck’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise, mean enough to make Donghyuck yelp and try to twist away from him to no avail.
“You’re so good,” Jaemin hisses against his ear, his hand rising to mercilessly pinch Donghyuck’s nipple. Donghyuck releases a sound he honest to God never wants to admit to. “But you just have to open your mouth, every damn time.”
“I thought you liked that, though?” Donghyuck answers, panting harshly as Jaemin’s thumb runs over his nipple, occasionally pinching and pulling at it. “Thought you liked it when I kept my mouth wide open for you, hm, Nana?”
Jaemin hisses again, his nails sinking onto Donghyuck’s pec. Donghyuck moans behind tightly pursed lips. He doesn’t need to turn and look to know that Jaemin’s eyes are lavender again, his control slipping through his fingers like sand. Something that always happens whenever he’s in Donghyuck’s presence.
“Stop riling him up, baby,” Jeno says, shifting Donghyuck’s attention onto him. Donghyuck’s mouth opens with a groan, already feeling himself start to drool as he sees Jeno jerking himself off, the angel’s lips pulled into an impish grin. Jeno shuffles closer on his knees, abandoning his dick in favour of slipping both of his hands under Donghyuck’s thighs.
Donghyuck doesn’t care about Jeno’s dirty hand, doesn’t care about the bite he can feel throbbing on his shoulder, he doesn’t even bother to keep teasing Jaemin. Jeno lifts him up by the thighs, Jaemin lining himself up against Donghyuck’s prepped hole.
And then Jeno smiles at him, crescent moons for eyes and everything and starts lowering him down, making him take Jaemin inch by inch. Donghyuck’s jaw goes slack, a moan building in his chest that comes once his ass meets Jaemin’s lap, long and drawn-out.
Jaemin groans, his hands holding onto Donghyuck’s hips. The only one who seems to be completely unaffected by the whole scene is Jeno, whose smile has turned into a full-on grin by now, watching his boyfriends struggle.
“Fuck you, Jeno-yah,” Donghyuck breaths out, his body shaking as Jaemin adjusts his grip on him and slowly lifts him up only to guide him back down on his cock. Jeno laughs, his hand returning to his dick.
“After Jaemin, baby, I haven’t prepped you enough to take both of us at once.”
Donghyuck moans at the words and he doesn’t stop as Jaemin starts fucking him in earnest, using the grip he has on him to encourage him to move. Donghyuck’s thighs burn but he doesn’t care, lifting himself up only to drop back down as Jaemin thrusts up in time to meet him halfway.
Their movements create the sound of skin slapping against skin and it’s so downright filthy, Donghyuck’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire. He groans, his hands pressing on the bed sheets between Jaemin’s open legs.
Jaemin growls behind him after the third time his hands slide against Donghyuck’s hips, the sweat settling on his skin, not making it easy. Donghyuck makes a confused sound when he stops, not having time to react before Jaemin’s hands hook under his knees, pulling Donghyuck’s legs to his chest and sliding down the bed until he can plant his feet on the mattress.
Donghyuck is allowed one sharp inhale before Jaemin starts truly fucking him, thrusting upwards as he chases his own release, uncaring of Donghyuck’s pleasure. He knows the exorcist gets off on it anyways, knows that Jeno will take care of him afterwards, lick away the blood from any wound Jaemin inflicts on his body.
Jaemin knows all of that, which is why he uses Donghyuck’s body as if he’s just a hole for him to fuck into.
Donghyuck can’t breath, moan after moan getting punched out of him, his hands slipping over Jaemin’s forearms, all while he’s forced to stare at Jeno who seems to find great amusement at his struggle. Donghyuck whines high and pretty at the back of his throat, one hand reaching out to the angel. Donghyuck wants to be coddled and comforted like the souls of the dead Jeno soothes and guides to the afterlife. He wants to be held like something precious and fucked like he’s worth nothing at the same time.
Jeno holds his hand with a smile, interlocking their fingers and moving closer to sit between Jaemin’s legs, his eyes falling down to where Jaemin and Donghyuck meet. His gaze darkens, his smile sharpening into something more feral.
“Is Jaeminnie fucking you good, Hyuckie?”
Donghyuck’s soft sob is all he gets in response. Jeno giggles, his smile turning sweet again with just a hint of something dangerous tugging at the corner of his lips. His thumb runs over the bite Jaemin had left on Donghyuck’s shoulder, cooing in understanding when Donghyuck hisses at the pain.
He doesn’t pay that much attention to Donghyuck’s reaction, he knows that Donghyuck doesn’t care when pleasure and pain start mixing together but instead craves it. Jeno leans over his body, his tongue running over a spot higher up on Donghyuck’s neck.
Donghyuck softly sighs, his head tilting back. And then he wails, tears sliding down his cheeks as Jeno bites down, his teeth leaving behind their mark. Jaemin groans from somewhere deep within his chest, his hips stuttering their pace before he goes back to fucking Donghyuck, this time in small but hard thrusts. He’s getting closer.
Donghyuck can feel Jeno’s smile against his skin as he pulls away to lick at the damage he caused. Donghyuck wraps his arms around his shoulders and holds on as the angel leans down on a different spot. He expects it this time, Jeno’s teeth biting down, but his release manages to catch him by surprise.
He moans as he comes, his whole body twitching with the force of it. Jaemin groans as he gets impossibly tighter around him, snapping his hips up with rapid succession, before he too stills, a moan getting caught in his throat as he comes as well, filling Donghyuck up.
Donghyuck whines when Jaemin pulls out a few minutes after but quiets down when Jeno kisses him. It’s filthy, all tongue and teeth, spit running down the corner of Donghyuck’s lips. Jeno is hard, his cock a familiar weight against the back of Donghyuck’s thigh. He shudders as Jeno reaches down to guide his dick through the spilling mess Jaemin left behind in Donghyuck.
“My turn,” he says, pressing his smile against Donghyuck’s trembling lips. Jaemin snickers from beneath him, moving his body until he’s able to rest his chin on Donghyuck’s shoulder, his hands still holding him under his knees.
Donghyuck doesn’t know what he’ll do with them. They’re insatiable, with much better stamina than him. He’s well-aware that if the situation escalates they could go on for hours, fucking him as if they’re rabbits during mating season.
“Jeno,” Donghyuck whines, his stuttering breath falling on Jeno’s lips. The other man hums in question, his hand gripping onto Donghyuck’s thigh as he starts pushing in, excruciatingly slow. Donghyuck chokes on his next exhale, his lips falling open. Jeno grins, watching Donghyuck take everything he gives him with a dark glint in his eyes.
“Not so mouthy now, huh?” Jaemin murmurs by his ear, his neck straining forward to look down where Jeno is pushing into Donghyuck until his pelvis meets the back of Donghyuck’s plush thighs. Donghyuck ignores him in favour of trying to get his breathing under control, his head bowing slightly. His nails leave marks on Jeno’s shoulders, but it doesn’t seem like the angel cares, judging by the hum that vibrates against his throat.
Jeno gives an experimental thrust, Donghyuck choking on his spit, his hands scrambling to fix his hold on the angel. “Ready, baby?”
“Lean back,” Jaemin hisses quietly, his grip on Donghyuck’s hair making his scalp hurt in a good way. Donghyuck moans as Jaemin forces his head to lay back on his shoulder. “I want to watch.”
“You like how I look, Nana?” Donghyuck finds it in him to ask, his words a jumbled mess. “Do I look pretty when I’m getting fucked?”
“Hm,” Jaemin makes a sound, digging his nose against Donghyuck’s cheek, his words scalding and mean. “Yeah, you do. I can’t wait until Jeno fucks the attitude out of you.”
“At least it won’t be you,” Donghyuck snarks back, a grin tugging at his lips at Jaemin’s annoyed snarl.
“Boys,” Jeno sighs, tired but fond. He’s still smiling when Donghyuck glances up at him. Jeno’s hands close over Jaemin’s, putting pressure until Donghyuck’s completely folded in half. “What will I do with you two?”
“Didn’t you hear Jaeminnie, Nono?” Donghyuck widens his eyes. “Apparently you have to fuck the attitude out of me. Jaemie will be happy afterwards.”
Jeno quietly laughs, slowly pulling out only to push back in with a sharp thrust that has Donghyuck’s breath leave his body. He’s sore, and tired and his dick isn’t even fully hard again, but goddamn, it feels good.
Jeno sets an even pace which gradually becomes faster, harder as the seconds tickle by and Donghyuck’s moans start rising in pitch and volume. Donghyuck can feel Jaemin’s manic grin against his cheek, filthy words being whispered on his skin. Donghyuck groans, his head feeling too heavy to hold up, going limp in his boyfriends’ embrace. Jeno doesn’t let it deter him.
“Jaeminnie—” Donghyuck weakly calls out, his head turning with effort to look at the other man. He opens his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by his own moan. Donghyuck has to harshly blink away the stars dancing around in his vision. His hand grips the back of Jaemin’s head, threading into the short strands of hair at his nape. “Jaeminnie, kiss me.”
Jaemin, for once, doesn’t tease or make fun of him. He kisses Donghyuck in the way he wants to be kissed, in tune with his needs and desires. Donghyuck moans out his name in between their kissing as Jeno’s thrusts start getting more erratic, fucking Jaemin’s cum back into him.
“I’m—” Donghyuck gasps against Jaemin’s lips, so close to release again, so soon. “Jaeminnie– I love you. D-Do you?”
“Yeah, baby,” Jaemin breaths out, seemingly caught in a trance as he watches Donghyuck’s face expressions change whilst he’s getting fucked by their other boyfriend. “Yeah, I do.”
“Say it,” Donghyuck demands, his moans getting out of control, Jeno fucking him so hard that he’s starting to bounce off of his pelvis with each thrust in. The angel is panting with his efforts, moans and groans leaving his lips as well, his sweat making the hair framing his face stick to his skin. “Jaeminnie, say— fuuuck, say that you love me. Please.”
“I love you,” Jaemin says, unable to deny Donghyuck’s wishes when he sounds and looks so pretty, so desperate. “I love you so much. Baby, you have no idea how much I love you.”
Donghyuck might not but he whines as if the answer’s enough for him for now. His head turns to stare at the man who’s fucking him. Jeno is so concentrated in his task, so focused on chasing his own release and bringing Donghyuck’s his that it takes a few calls of his name to snap him out of it.
“What is it, baby?” he rumbles, leaning forward towards Donghyuck’s face without a pause of his hips. Donghyuck whines, his thighs burning as his flexibility gets tested.
“Tell me— tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” Jeno groans, his forehead resting on Donghyuck’s as he starts pistoning his hips in small but powerful thrusts, hitting that spot inside Donghyuck that makes him wail in ecstasy. “I love you, so damn much. You and Jaeminnie. Come, baby. Come for us.”
Donghyuck comes with a sob, his release shooting on his tummy and chest, some of it landing on Jeno. He feels so loved. So loved. He pulls Jeno in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as the angel thrusts once, twice, thrice, before he too groans into the kiss, his hips twitching and slowing down into a stop as he comes inside Donghyuck, his cum joining Jaemin’s.
Donghyuck feels so dirty. Donghyuck feels so loved. It’s one and the same. He’s allowed to feel both when his boyfriends take such good care of him.
For the next few minutes there’s nothing but harsh panting, soft whispers and the smell of sex that fill the air. Jeno and Donghyuck hiss in overstimulation when the former pulls out. Jeno collapses on Donghyuck’s chest, his breathing unsteady. Donghyuck feels the need to make a joke, so he does it, despite Jaemin pinching his side, already knowing what’s going to come next before the exorcist even opens his mouth.
“Asshole so good, it put you in the grave.”
Jeno chokes on his spit, bursting into laughter a second afterwards. Jaemin groans in fond annoyance, his teeth dangerously close to the bruises on Donghyuck’s neck. Donghyuck starts giggling, his hand running through Jeno’s inky black strands of hair. He twists his neck to look back at Jaemin.
“Kiss,” he demands, Jaemin’s eyes softening. The Grim Reaper leans in to kiss him, tasting the peach iced tea Donghyuck drunk earlier in the day. Donghyuck smiles when he pulls away, smacking his lips and twisting back forward, relentlessly tugging at Jeno’s hair until the angel looks up at him with a grumble of complaint falling from his mouth.
“Kiss me,” he makes the same demand, his lips pulling into a pout. Jeno sighs but doesn’t say anything, pushing himself on his elbows to lean over and seal his lips over Donghyuck’s in a deep kiss that has his toes curling.
Donghyuck sighs in satisfaction when Jeno pulls back from the kiss, a smile curling on his lips as he snuggles against Jaemin’s chest. Jeno waves a hand in the air, using his magic to make the sweat and the dried cum on their chests and Donghyuck’s tummy disappear. Donghyuck still has cum drying in between his legs but none of them care about or mind that. Jeno settles down with his head resting on Donghyuck’s tummy, wrapping his arms around the exorcist’s waist.
A thought strikes Donghyuck just as they manage to find a comfortable position for all three of them, Jaemin’s front to Donghyuck’s back and Donghyuck’s front to Jeno’s.
“Was the soul the one you were looking for?” Donghyuck asks, his fingertips lightly running over the arm Jaemin has wrapped around him. The reaper hums, his lips against Donghyuck’s temple, his hand resting over his heart, “Yeah. Yeah, it was. Thank you, Hyuckie.”
“Thank you, Hyuckie,” Jeno echoes the words faintly, already halfway into dreamland. Both Jaemin and Donghyuck snort in amusement, Jaemin’s other hand threading through Jeno’s hair.
Donghyuck smiles and closes his eyes as sleep starts clinging onto him. His boyfriends are so cute. His. Oh, Donghyuck is so happy.