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Riki knows he must be wearing a look of confusion because Jake nudges him once he’s sat down next to him on the couch, “What’s wrong?”

“Hyung, did you and Heeseung hyung just shower together?”

Jake tilts his head like a curious puppy. “Yeah. Why?”

Riki opens and closes his mouth a few times. The answer seems obvious, but Jake only waits, patient and innocent. “So, you guys…” He glances at Jake and then down the hallway where Heeseung disappeared into his single room, “Like. Naked?”

“Ummm,” Jake draws it out with a laugh, looking at him strangely like Riki is the one who just spent twenty minutes butt naked in close and very wet proximity with a group member, “I think that’s the typical way to shower, yes.”

“Is it not—” His face flames and he lowers his voice to a near whisper, “Is it like an omega thing?”

Jake doesn’t get mad at him when he asks borderline ignorant questions about second genders, but Sunoo and Jay are like bloodhounds to his gaps in knowledge, and he’d receive a merciless lecture for the question if they caught wind of it.

“To shower together?” Jake is starting to regard him with concern, “Riki, it was just a shower. We weren’t doing anything inappropriate. We already promised Jungwon.”

Now it is Riki’s turn to look at him blankly. “Promised Jungwon what?”

Jake stares at him. He seems to be searching for something, eyes flitting all over his face as his own starts to pale and then abruptly flush bright red. “Oh,” he says, “Um. Never mind.”

But, look, Riki may be oblivious but he is not stupid. Two plus two equals four. Thirty-four plus thirty-five equals sixty-nine. And apparently Jake plus Heeseung in a locked room equals sex. He understood the implications just fine, thank you.

His jaw drops before he can control himself. “What the fuck.”

“You didn’t know?” Jake’s voice is screechy. Not in mortification, though, but incredulity. 

“How would I know?” Riki sounds defensive even to himself. Judging by Jake’s surprise at his surprise, everyone else is probably in the loop and he is the last to figure it out, which is extremely embarrassing, “I shouldn’t know if you’re being careful.”

“You walked in on us!” Jake cries.

Riki feels his stomach do a sick swoop, torn between being thrilled and horrified. “When the fuck did I ever—?” He hastily flips back through his memories of HeeseungandJake (because even punctuation is too much space for them) to see if he can pick out a moment that gave off hey, we are fucking right in front of you vibes. He can’t find a single one. Is he looking for the wrong signs? Porn isn’t accurate but surely omegas having sex can’t look that different from adult film to reality.

Not…that Riki’s ever watched such a thing.

“I guess Heeseung hyung was right,” Jake sighs, looking away from him with a contemplative frown, “He said you didn’t notice, but I didn’t believe him.”

Riki feels his stomach drop. In, uh, relief that is. Yeah. Totally relieved he didn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of his hyungs getting it on. Yup. 

“When did I—” His voice cracks. Puberty, man. “What was I doing?”

“Hyung forgot to lock the door to his room, can you believe it,” Jake shakes his head with a fond smile aimed his way as if to say that hyung is so ridiculous, isn’t he. Riki nods along, yup so silly haha, would be a shame if he did that again. “You walked in, but you were on your phone with headphones on and you just grabbed hyung’s charger and left.”

Riki vows to himself right then and there that he will spend less time on his phone. Maybe take a look at the world around him, appreciate the sights. Nature can be a truly beautiful thing.

“And how long has this been going on?” He sounds fragile and he feels fragile. 

Jake smiles at him pityingly, “More than two years now.”

Oh, what the hell. Somebody just shoot him.

Jake is nice to him even when he shouldn’t be, so he consoles Riki for a little without any judgment even though it would be warranted because what right does Riki have to be comforted about Jake’s sex life. Then he leaves for Heeseung’s room and locks the door. Whatever. Just for being kept out of the loop for so long, he hopes the sex sucks.

Jake babies him according to Heeseung, but then Jake babies Heeseung, too, and he’s literally their mathyung compared to Riki’s maknae status, so who is he to make such comments?

Heeseung might indulge him but he’s not exactly nice and he sure as hell doesn’t coddle him (unless he’s calling him cute). Which is why he laughs at Riki for five minutes straight after hearing about his discovery from Jake. He continues to break out into snickers every time he glances at Riki despite the bruise Jake must be forming on his bicep with his rough swats, trying to get him to, “Cut it out, hyung, you’re acting like a teenage alpha.”

“Clearly not that teenage alpha,” Heeseung juts his chin over at Riki though he doesn’t look his way, amusement alight in his eyes, “if he couldn’t tell we were fucking. Did he get a boner thinking about it? I bet he did.” 

Then his head turns towards him and Riki shrinks into himself, wary of his next words, “Niki-yah, did you picture it? Did you picture us when your cute omega hyung—”

“Hyung,” Jake snaps sharply, yanking on Heeseung’s forearm hard enough he stumbles into Jake’s side and has to catch himself against the kitchen counter, “I said stop it.”

Heeseung watches Jake with a small, unreadable smile, before shrugging like it means nothing to him and pushing off the counter to leave. He and Jake had come to dump their take-out trash, the latter coincidentally finishing up his retelling of Riki’s earlier humiliation, and Heeseung had taken one look at Riki frozen by the microwave, warming up his leftovers, and burst out laughing.

He pats Riki’s shoulder on the way out, “I’ll start putting a sock on the door if it helps. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally wander in again.” His expression is nothing short of teasing, knowing.

Jake sighs in frustration at his retreating back. He whirls to face Riki, looking adorably contrite. “Sorry about hyung.” He takes Riki’s hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them, “Ignore him, okay? He just—” Jake flounders for a moment, mouth shaping air, before shaking his head and settling on, “Just ignore him. He can be a dick sometimes.”

Riki nods silently. Jake studies his face for a moment before nodding back. He’s got the cutest pout on his lips, glancing over his shoulder at Riki a few times with worry as he exits the kitchen.

Riki allows a minute to pass before he dares to look down. His sweatpants are loose but cannot completely hide the bulge at his crotch. He sighs, letting his forehead thud against the microwave door. He is so screwed.

Despite the reality-shifting nature of the revelation, nothing comes of it. They’re much too busy for that, and the knowledge of his hyungs’ sex life drops to the wayside for the most part, only rearing its head the handful of times Riki tries the door handle to Heeseung’s room and finds it unyielding.

Then about six months later, Riki decides he wants to know more. 

He goes to Heeseung with his concern because Heeseung might not be nice, but he still is Riki’s second favorite hyung. (The first is obviously Jake. Jay is an honorary father. Sunghoon is the alpha who made him realize he’s bisexual but is also his competition because there is a ring on Jake’s finger and it’s not one Riki put there damn it. And Sunoo and Jungwon feel like same-age friends rather than hyungs, age gap be damned.)

Heeseung lets him sleep in his bed when he’s tired, or lonely, or just feels like it. Heeseung indulges all his whims but with the kind of stern undertone that Jake completely lacks. Heeseung is really fucking cool and competent and everything Riki wants to be, and he smells like sex on a stick.

Jake is the one who is all sorts of coy and unintentionally seductive, with his narrow waist and thin wrists and his cow eyes and his thick lips, but he smells soft and cottony. He’s the one you go to when you want to stick your nose in a cloud of comfort and be coddled by all that good ol’ fashioned omegan nurturing.

There is nothing casually seductive about Heeseung—or at least not to Riki and probably most other alphas but maybe to omegas, except that’s a whole other discussion because Jake said something about Heeseung being butch once but when he searched it up, he only understood half of what he was reading.

So no, nothing casually seductive, but Heeseung smells like a honeypot. Riki can’t spend too long exposed to the full extent of his scent or else he experiences a low-level itch of arousal and he’s not sure if that is a universal experience or if he’s just, like, a pervert or something. They don’t really talk about any of their scents aside from Jake’s, but Jake’s scent is basically the communal scent at this point. The group scent bicycle.

Riki has a feeling he could drop ‘scent’ from that statement, and it would still hold true but there’s a good chance Jay and Sunoo would have his head for that. Slut-shaming or something, even though Riki isn’t trying to shame anyone. He’s all for omegas sleeping around.

The question that stems from his concern is probably invasive and entirely none of his business, but Riki was raised with a healthy amount of curiosity and a disregard for boundaries when it comes to his hyungs (which he would like to point out is entirely his hyungs’ fault since they never taught him any better), so he asks it anyway.

“Why did you guys start having sex?”

As he expected, Heeseung doesn’t dither or shy away or take offense.

He shrugs. “Jake is attractive, we were both horny. Why else?”

“But you’re not—Are you and Jake dating?”

Heeseung doesn’t scold him for the lack of a hyung attached to ‘Jake’ but then again, he does tend to enable Riki’s misbehavior when it comes to Jake, so maybe he’s happy to reap what he’s sown.

He takes a while to respond, but, “Not yet,” is all he says in the end.

Riki cocks his head in confusion. It’s a wildly unsatisfying response and he can tell from one glance at Heeseung that any further probing will be met with the same vague, non-answer. So, he swallows his disappointment down and wriggles in closer to Heeseung, digging his knee under his so Heeseung’s leg rests over his. His hyung glances down at their laps, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, there and gone so fast Riki can’t decide if he imagined it. But he says nothing which must mean permission, and Riki pushes it as far as he can. 

His hand settles on Heeseung’s knee as he watches him play, thumb occasionally rubbing against his skin since he’s in gym shorts. As the game progresses, Heeseung slumps into his side. His scent starts to cloud Riki because his scent blockers have begun wearing off and he’s tantalizingly close.

Once he’s summoned the courage, Riki drags his leg over his lap a little more and extends his arm along the couch behind his back. Slowly his outreached hand slips off the backrest and grazes along Heeseung’s arm, settling firmly when all Heeseung does is continue to play and occasionally shift into him like there’s any more space to cut without him simply ending up in Riki’s lap.

He inches the hand on his knee up the inside of his leg, moving a few centimeters at a time so it’s not all of a sudden and startling. The hem of Heeseung’s shorts crumples under his fingers, loose enough he drags it up his thigh along with his hand and it pools in the crease of his leg, baring his soft skin. Riki peers down at the exposed skin without moving his head, entranced by the moles he finds dotted here and there and the soft curve of his upper thighs.

He stops when he’s a little more than halfway up and the skin becomes noticeably warmer, spine tensing to resist the shiver that wants to work its way through him. Heat between your thighs. He understands why people say that now. He kind of wants to put his face between Heeseung’s thighs and use them as earmuffs, a personal heater to keep him warm and pillowed.

He doesn’t do that, of course, mostly because he’s too coward and not because he necessarily thinks Heeseung would say no. He would be the type to grin smugly and spread his legs wide, beckoning Riki between them with a Come try. Or at least, the Heeseung in his head is the type.

(Needless to say, the Heeseung in his head has gotten him through a lot of lonely nights with his hand.)

The warmth and the thin skin under his fingertips are enough for now, though. He sounds like a serial killer, but Riki is desperately resisting the urge to put his mouth to the unmarred stretch and suck in a bruise that turns black and blue by the morning. 

But Heeseung pulls away. Riki panics, dropping his extended arm from around his shoulder and removing his hand from Heeseung’s leg. Then he freezes because Heeseung leans back into the couch and swings his other leg up, tossing both of them properly over Riki’s lap. His eyes don’t budge an inch from the screen and his fingers—long and thick—don’t falter on the controller.

Riki’s heart stops though. They’re skin to skin, their shorts drawn up from the motion. Heeseung is so warm it makes him feel insane and also has him wondering if Heeseung’s in or near pre-heat because usually he runs hotter than either of his omega hyungs.

His hands naturally fall to his legs. In a moment of daring, he curls a palm around the meat of his inner thigh, thumb drawing small circles against the skin. His other hand rests modestly on Heeseung’s knee.

Riki stares unblinking at the TV until his eyes water, holding his breath and praying to every god he doesn’t believe in that he doesn’t pop a boner because Heeseung is draped right over his crotch. This has to be a form of torture.

Heeseung lurches, spitting abuse at the game, and he shifts forward in Riki’s lap for a few seconds. It naturally slides Riki’s hand a little higher up his thigh and his hearing fades to static at the nearness. One outsized movement and he’d graze Heeseung’s—Heeseung’s—Fuck.

Lust is a sin, isn’t it?

But Heeseung settles himself back into the couch with a huff and the danger passes. Riki spends the rest of the night with his hand resting indecently high on his hyung’s thigh, mentally killing himself a thousand times over.

The ‘not yet’ confuses him though and he brings it up to Jungwon later because Jungwon is their leader and he’s good at understanding complicated things like relationships.

Jungwon just looks at him meaningfully for a few minutes and when that clearly doesn’t work to suddenly enlighten Riki, he sighs and says, “He probably meant what he said. Don’t think about it too hard, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Hey.”

The straw that breaks the metaphorical camel’s back is Jake. Of course it’s Jake. He’s the spark. The flintstone. The match tossed on precariously piled logs. Without him, the two of them probably would’ve stayed in this electric push-and-pull for at least another five years, Heeseung watching him squirm for his own amusement and Riki both too prideful and too nervous to truly make a move.

Which isn’t to say it all falls into place right away, but something finally, finally gives.

It starts with Jake teasing him about his incorrect pronunciation (gyeongjejeok not gyeongjeok, okay, sorry, it’s not like he’s discussing economical things often) and Riki retorting that he of all people should not be talking when Sunghoon corrects his spelling like five times a week. Which leads to Jake making fun of him for mixing up his words a few days ago. Which leads to Riki wrestling him flat on the couch. Which leads to Jake’s legs around his waist…and may or may not result in a boner.

Yes, he’s ashamed of himself.

They both still, Riki pressed flush to the apex of his thighs. Jake is quite warm there. He lifts his eyes to Riki’s and, engaging his core muscles, grinds up against him. His arms threaten to buckle and drop him on top of Jake.

“Hyung,” he groans. He has Jake’s wrists pinned above his head with one hand and if he were thinking straight earlier, that would never have happened. He was practically asking for it to turn sexual. Jake rocks against him with an ease that can only come from experience and Riki burns hot and cold with jealousy and interest.

The interest wins and he asks in a tight voice, “Is this—Is this how you seduced Heeseung hyung?”

Jake smiles coyly up at him, “No, but this is how I seduced Sunghoon.”

His grip tightens on Jake’s wrists. “Sunghoon hyung?” He shouldn’t be so surprised. He didn’t have confirmation before, but he was peripherally aware that Jake shut himself away with Sunghoon sometimes and while that could be perfectly platonic, Jake and Sunghoon never seemed perfectly platonic. 

In fact, Jake never seemed perfectly platonic with any of them. Maybe it was his unintentionally seductive nature or maybe it was Riki just projecting.

“What makes you think I seduced Heeseung hyung, anyway,” Jake asks. His heels dig into Riki’s ass, forcing his hips down into the cradle of his thighs so Jake doesn’t have to arch up to meet him.

“You didn’t?”

“You think I’m some sort of slut, don’t you,” Jake narrows his eyes, but he’s got this amused smirk tucked in the corner of his lips, so he can’t be all that offended.

“No,” Riki denies, shaking his head.

“You do,” Jake confirms, his belly tensing as he presses himself firmly to the hard line bulging Riki’s sweats. His wide-legged pants are made of a fabric that is happy to mold itself to his skin, which means Riki can feel a shocking amount of detail.

He thinks he’s going to pass out.

“The first time hyung and I had sex,” Jake says conversationally, his hips flexing against Riki’s, “it was two months after debut. Hyung was the one who initiated it. He fucked me in the bathroom, you know, that’s when we got into the habit of showering together.”

He twists his wrists in Riki’s hold until he allows one, the right one, to slip free. The hand Riki has braced against the couch is guided to rest low on Jake’s stomach. Jake continues, “He put his palm on my stomach just like that and pressed me against the shower wall.”

Riki applies some pressure, feeling the flat plane of his abdomen tighten instinctively before dipping under the weight.

“He kissed me first,” Jake says, smiling when Riki hurriedly leans in to smush their mouths together and lick at his lips. He mumbles into his mouth, “And then he kneeled on the ground in front of me, used his thumbs to hold me open, and put his tongue inside of me.”

Riki drags his palm down, fingers creeping into Jake’s pants though they fail to sneak under the waistband of his underwear. Regardless, he follows the heat like a moth, his touch shaping the thin cotton so it sticks to Jake, revealing a gentle slope, a slight prickle, a hard dip his middle finger slides into between two soft ridges. He curls his middle finger, rubbing, and Jake gasps, his body rippling in pleasure. Must be his clit, Riki thinks.

“Hyung made me come like that,” Jake moans, gripping Riki’s bicep. His blunt nails dig in. “Made me come on his tongue. It was his first time, but he really is good at everything. He fucked me with his fingers, after. Didn’t even give me a break. Just put his mouth to use and fingered me until I came so hard I drenched his arm.”

Drenched his arm? Fuck, does that mean Jake is a—

“Not so rough,” he whines, squeezing his arm, “Don’t rub it off.”

“Sorry,” Riki mutters. His dick is achingly hard, and he feels dizzy with the lack of blood flowing to his brain. He studies Jake’s reactions as he slowly circles his finger over his clit. That’s how you do it, right? Tight little circles like the camboys do.

“Mmm,” Jake hums in approval, his eyelids slipping shut. “None of the others have made me come that hard from eating me out. I think it’s ‘cause they’re all alphas.”

Others. Riki takes that blow to his pride physically. “I could do it,” he mutters, spurred on by a sudden kick of competitiveness. Why should it be that only his Heeseung hyung is ace at everything? Eating Jake out can’t be that difficult, he’s so damn sensitive.

Jake slits one eye open with a vague smirk. “Could you?”

“I can,” Riki says, removing his hand so he can drag Jake’s pants down. He wrangles them to Jake’s knees then sits up to slide them off one ankle at a time so he doesn’t have to move from his place between his legs.

He doesn’t peel his underwear off just yet, taking the time to press his mouth to him through the fabric. He kisses down his folds and digs his tongue into his hole, stuffing the underwear in along with it. Jake sighs through his nose, his fingers tangled in his hair. He trails his tongue up until it hits the swell of his clit, carefully swirling little circles around it with his tongue. He can only taste cotton so far.

With no firsthand knowledge, he’s only doing what he’s seen on the private tab of his phone, but Jake pets his head encouragingly so something must be working. It would be easier though if he knew what felt good, instead of guessing at it based on Jake’s reactions. No wonder Heeseung is better at this.

He curls his fingers in the elastic waistband of Jake’s panties, slowly drawing them off. Skin reveals itself slowly. The lower expanse of Jake’s abdomen, that flat plane between his hip bones, the sensual slope of his mound, the—

Someone shouts. 

Riki lets go of the waistband in surprise and Jake winces when it snaps against his skin. He doesn’t seem flustered though, only sighs as he pulls his underwear back on properly and collects his pants to slip into. On the other hand, Riki teleports to the opposite end of the couch and grabs a throw pillow to cover his lap. He sinks into the couch, dragging the collar of his shirt over the lower half of his face to hide his embarrassment like Heeseung does.

“You have rooms!” Sunoo is already on minute two of his rant, “You have individual, private rooms with doors that lock! Use them! I don’t want to come home dead tired from a schedule and see people fucking on the couch that I also use! Hyung! I thought you had more common sense than that!”

Jake covers his ears. “You’re too loud.”

Sunoo screams, to prove he can be louder. Riki cringes and slumps even more, trying to disappear into the cushions. Jake wilts at the volume like a wounded plant, tipping over onto his side in a fetal pose. They stay like that until Sunoo runs out of steam.

“I’m calling Jungwon,” he says first thing after catching his breath.

“You don’t have to go that far,” Jake says weakly, nearly speaking into the couch cushions.

“This is your fifth strike.”

Damn, how many strikes does he get? Isn’t the whole point of the strike system that you get three and then you’re out? Though what does out even mean in this situation when the game is, well, sex. Forced celibacy? 

“One of them was because of you,” Jake reminds him. 

Sunoo pauses in his aggressive tapping. “Fourth strike.”

“You’re such a snitch,” Jake grumbles, “Sorry I get laid, and you don’t.”

“I get laid,” Sunoo says, eyes fiery, “In private. In my room. Not on communal furniture for everyone to see.”

Riki is still stuck at the ‘fifth strike’ part, if he’s being honest. Seriously, is he just that oblivious. How has he never seen any hints of Jake’s sex life if it is apparently so loud and proud.

“Jungwon is also one of the strikes,” Jake says, “You’re all responsible for a strike except for Sunghoon, so I don’t appreciate the judgment.”

Is it immature to be proud of joining those ranks? Probably. Is he though? Sickeningly.

“Okay but with our maknae,” Sunoo gestures a hand at Riki, “Really? This is how you want to break him in?”

“Why’d you say it like that,” Jake pouts, “You know I take this seriously.”

“No, I don’t. That’s what you claim, but I don’t actually know that.”

Riki glances between them, between Jake’s defensive hunch and Sunoo’s raised eyebrow. This conversation is going over his head, he recognizes that much. Feeling a little bad about how Jake is receiving the lion’s share of the blame, he tentatively says, “Sunoo hyung, I’m also responsible. I escalated it.”

“No, you didn’t,” Sunoo cuts him down without taking his eyes away from Jake.

“I did,” he insists.

“You didn’t. I’m not stupid.”

“What? No, hyung, I really d—”

“It’s fine, Niki-san,” Jake sighs, reaching over and patting his thigh, “Thank you for defending me, though. Hyung appreciates it.”

In those short few seconds he was speaking, Sunoo had reopened his phone and dialed for Jungwon.

“Aw, come on,” Jake complains, looking personally victimized, “That’s a little extra.”

Jungwon picks up on the fifth ring. Favoritism. “Hello? Sunoo hyung?”

Sunoo holds the phone in front of him, the screen facing up, so they can all hear. “Can anyone else hear me?”

“Uh, not really. But wait, hold on. Let me move.” There’s some rustling, some shuffling, some banging, and then Jungwon says, “Okay, you’re good.”

“Guess who I stumbled across mid-fuck.”

“Jake hyung,” Jungwon answers at once without needing any further context; no setting, no when and why, nothing. Riki glances at Jake, hoping his raised eyebrows effectively communicate how often does this really happen. Notably, Jake fails to meet his gaze. “The other one… I don’t know. Who’s home? Jay hyung and Sunghoon hyung are with me. Heeseung hyung should be in the studio. Ah. Niki? Did that finally happen?”

“On our couch,” Sunoo confirms.

Jungwon sighs. Riki can almost picture his pained face, the closed eyes, the tilted head slightly hung in defeat. “I thought I said the couch was off-limits after what happened last time.”

“You did. I guess someone thinks they’re above that.”

“You talk to your hyungs like that?” Jake mumbles, picking himself up to sit straight.

“I talk to you like that,” Sunoo says pointedly.

Jake pokes his tongue into his cheek but keeps his voice casual, “Why? Because I’m an omega?”

Sunoo rolls his eyes so hard it looks painful. “Please don’t start,” he says, drowning out Jungwon’s, Oh is that Jake hyung. “And I’m serious. Stop having sex on the couch.”

“Okay, sorry,” Jake relents, “I got caught up, I didn’t mean to.”

“You never mean to.”

“Can we go now,” he says impatiently, “Or are you still not done lecturing.”

“Go where? And who is ‘we’?”

“As you so thoughtfully pointed out, I have a room with a door that locks, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to take Niki there now.”

“You’re not taking Niki anywhere, hyung,” Jungwon interjects. Jake starts whining, slumping over the armrest dramatically. “No way. You’re in time-out. Maybe you’ll learn a lesson for once.”

“Time-out,” Jake cries, bolting upright. “Am I five?”

He’s ignored. “You’re banned from having sex with anyone for the next two weeks.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” Jake says in pure disbelief, “You don’t own me or my body.”

“Two weeks, hyung,” is all Jungwon says in reply and Riki can see it on Jake’s face. For whatever reason, he’s actually going to obey his words. He eyes the phone contemplatively. Color him impressed. Maybe he should ask Jungwon to teach him how to do that.

“Whatever,” Jake crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, if that’s all,” Jungwon says. Sunoo assures him that it is, and they say their byes and then Sunoo ends the call.

He turns to Riki first, surprising him. “It would be best if you went to your floor now.”

“Oh my God,” Jakes says in sheer exasperation, “I’m not going to fuck him on the couch, will you relax. This might shock you, but I am capable of doing non-sexual things.”

“Never said you weren’t,” Sunoo is still looking right at Riki as he replies to Jake and it’s unnerving him. He swallows. The scents in the air are bitter with the argument brewing.

“No, you just strongly implied it.”

“Do you ever get tired of playing the victim?” Sunoo asks, finally sparing Jake a glance. Riki grimaces to himself at the expression that flashes over Jake’s face.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m sorry but what was I supposed to understand from you sending Niki up to his floor like I would be incapable of keeping my hands to myself if he stayed?”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t try something if I left the room right now,” Sunoo dares. He’s drifting closer to the couch, sucked in by the tension.

Jake bites the inside of his cheek and rolls his eyes, dropping his gaze to his lap, but Sunoo appears before him, grabbing him by the chin to jerk his head up.

“You can’t,” he states.

A beat. A breath. Then a slow, goading smile forms on Jake’s lips as he leans in and up, “You wish you could fuck the shit out of me right now, don’t you? That’s why you’re so bothered.”

Riki sucks in a breath, eyebrows raising. Woah. Alright. He clearly missed a few chapters of the Sunshine Duo chronicles. Whatever they’ve got going on appears a lot more violent than he would have expected.

Sunoo is completely still. The two of them stare at each other for long enough that Riki begins to feel self-conscious. Maybe Sunoo senses that because he drops Jake’s chin and steps back, angling his head in Riki’s direction and suggesting, “You should probably go to your floor now.”

He almost wants to stick around and find out more, but there’s this particular look in his eyes that Sunoo gets sometimes. Stern, a little cold. None of the usual affectionate irritation or exasperation that he turns on Riki when he’s having fun teasing him. He knows when he can keep pushing and now is not the time. Not that he thinks Sunoo’s sternness is actually directed at him—Jake provoked it, and his gut tells him it was on purpose.

So, he pulls himself off the couch and goes searching for his things, littered all over the apartment because they went from the kitchen to Jake’s room to the living room. While he does that, he strains his hearing to continue listening to Sunoo and Jake.

“What do you think you’re going to do after he leaves,” Jake is saying, “You heard Jungwon. No sex for two weeks.”

“That’s funny. You think I’d fuck you if you weren’t on time-out?” The last word is said mockingly.

“Are you trying to convince me you wouldn’t?”

“You’d have to pay me,” Sunoo scoffs, “Sunghoon hyung might feel suicidal enough and Jungwon might feel invincible enough to get in between the three of you, but I like my life drama-free.”

“But you clearly have something in mind.”

“Well, I received permission from Heeseung hyung a while back—”

“He doesn’t have that kind of power,” Jake interrupts, sharp and amused. A small smirk is audible when he asks, “Did he convince you he does?” It catches in the back of Riki’s mind, sparking interest. What does that mean? And why does he sound almost pitying?

Sunoo continues on, unbothered. “—that I was free to correct your behavior however I saw fit.”

“You really sound like an alpha now.”

“Even if it involves pain.”

Jake falls silent.

“Let’s see which hurts more in the morning. Your ass or my hand.” 

Oh, wow. Everyone’s a sexual deviant these days.

“You’re kidding,” Jake says uncertainly. He glances in Riki’s direction, and he pretends like he’s very busy slipping on his jacket and heading for the entryway.

“Why would I do that?” Sunoo asks, a low, entertained murmur.

“What the fuck,” Jake says it mostly to himself.

As Riki is slipping out the front door, he hears one last thing. “By the way, what do you mean Heeseung hyung doesn’t have that power? I thought you also had conditions for him?”

“I do,” Jake agrees and then the door falls shut, and the rest is cut off.

Huh. He should look into that.

Two months later, he has a few updates.

First—the following day after Sunoo’s threats? promises? Jake winced whenever he sat on the hard floor of their practice room. Sunoo laughed each time. Apparently, the hand won.

Second—Jake did end up complying with Jungwon’s two week time-out. Riki was a little appalled by how obedient he was.

Third—roughly two and a half weeks after Sunoo cockblocked them, Jake snuck him into his room and more importantly, locked the door and took all his clothes off. Riki has a few thoughts about the events that followed:

1. Sex is pretty fucking awesome.
2. Sex with Jake is especially awesome. The sounds and expressions he makes? No wonder his hyungs keep coming back for seconds.
3. Eating someone out is harder than he expected but Jake came in like five minutes. So maybe not that hard. Watch out, Heeseung hyung.
4. His favorite position is missionary because watching Jake’s face when he’s pinned below him and taking it with his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open is just as good as an orgasm, but cowgirl is a surprisingly close second.
5. Is it possible to be addicted to sex but with just one person? Or is that just called love? Not that he has much (or any other) sexual experience to go off of, only recently baptized into the pleasures of the flesh as he was.
6. The room felt… empty. (Riki isn’t too sure what to make of this observation, so he shoves it to the back of his mind.)

Anyway, he’ll admit that he’s become ravenous ever since Jake gave him a taste of the rated R lifestyle. Every chance he finds, he takes. He goes out of his way to create opportunities. He spends time they don’t actually have fucking Jake against bathroom stall walls. He’s not really sure what Jake’s sex life looks like outside of him at the moment, if he still messes around with any of the other hyungs, aside from Heeseung that is, and if by monopolizing Jake’s time, he’s stealing chances from the others. Not that he’s sorry. Every alpha for themselves, it’s a dog eat dog world out there.

“We need to—Need to sleep soon,” Jake pants, clinging to his bicep and his back, “Need to be up early.”

“Then come fast,” Riki says into his neck. Jake is warm and sweaty against him, their groins slippery with his slick. He is so wet, it’s almost ridiculous, and Riki is not even sure the towel he put down will be enough to spare his bed.

Right. He nearly forgot to mention:

7. He can now confirm first-hand that Jake is a squirter.

“I already did once,” Jake complains. His thighs keep tensing sporadically around Riki’s hips like he’s being shocked. From the overstimulation probably, but he’s not asking him to let up, so Riki grinds in deeper, enjoying the startled whimper that falls from his lips. 

“Twice,” Riki corrects.

“Yeah. Exactly. Proving my point,” Jake says in short bursts of air.

“What is your point?”

He lifts his hand from Jake’s waist to take his nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling it, and if Jake did actually have a point, it’s definitely gone now. He jerks under Riki, a thick, clumsy noise caught in the back of his throat. Tightens up around him like a glove shaped for his cock.

“Come one more time and we’ll be done,” Riki promises. It’s easier to hold out for Jake after filling a condom once already. Thank god for being young and having a short refractory period.

Jake tries to reach down and rub over his clit, but Riki fends him off because if he plays his cards right, Jake will soak the bed.

“You can’t,” Jake runs out of breath by every second word, “ask me to come. And then stop me when I try to.”

“I want you to do it without touching yourself.”

Jake groans, tossing his head side to side in a small tantrum. Riki fits his hand around his throat and presses him down against the pillow, holding him still as he kisses him. Despite his grievances, he responds enthusiastically.

His palm drifts down to close around Jake’s upper thigh, by the bend, spreading his leg further apart and driving his hips forward. Jake moans into his mouth, stuttering over a, “So good, baby.” Riki follows through, each thrust harder than the last until Jake is gasping, rising up on his elbows to peer down his body and then immediately collapsing flat against the bed, overwhelmed. 

He keeps glancing down the length of his body though, biting back his moans and low groans. Riki leans up slightly to watch his cock disappear into Jake’s cunt, the easy glide of it, something that always seems impossible when they start, and Jake looks like he won’t fit a finger let alone his cock. But he’s so pliant, inside and out, and it doesn’t take much to work him wet and open.

He does his best to angle himself towards Jake’s stomach, up against the front wall, dragging over that spot. Jake starts to tense, twitching, clutching the front of Riki’s shirt to ground himself when he sits up fully, and the inside of his own thigh, his fingers flexing against his skin, desperate to bring himself to orgasm.

“Oh my God,” Jake says in a high, tight voice, gripping his thigh until his skin dimples under his fingertips. His eyelids have fallen shut and his expression is pained. “Oh God, Riki, I’m—” He cuts himself off with a choked sound, his pussy clamping down like a vise.

Jake jerks violently this time, and moans thin, reedy, and drawn out, his fist twisted into Riki’s shirt, tugging so hard he hears the seams strain. Riki slows down when he fucks in right as Jake comes messily all over him and it splashes some of it onto their stomachs. He rubs two fingers over his clit, dragging it out, and Jake seizes, his thighs snapping shut around Riki’s waist.

His body is trembling, and he rolls his head to the side, burying his face in the pillow, his eyes screwed shut like he’s in pain. Riki kisses the corner of his jaw hard, unspeakably turned on. Hands returning to his hips, he guides Jake over his cock, shushing his whiny complaints about how sore and swollen he is. The occasional tremor wracks Jake’s legs as Riki drapes himself over him and forgets himself for a bit chasing after his own climax.

His orgasm is blinding. Literally blinding. Sweat drips off his chin onto Jake and he heaves for air into the crook of his neck, the exhaustion hitting him in the afterglow. His abdomen is wet from Jake squirting on him and when he lowers himself onto his front before his shaky arms give out, the thin, neatly trimmed hair covering Jake’s mound that presses to his groin is soaked through.

They pant in silence. Riki wets his lips when they dry out, slowly shifting on top of Jake. His feet are still hooked over Riki’s legs, though his hands rest tiredly by his head, his curled fingers flexing every once in a while, like they want to clutch something.

“You can get off now,” Jake murmurs, straightening his head to look at him. Their noses brush. Jake hums in contentment and nuzzles them together.

It sends a rush of emotion so strong down Riki’s spine that he blurts, “Hyung, I—I really love you.”

Jake smiles. “I know,” he says.

Riki stares at him. Waits. Jake’s eyelids slip shut and, really, there is no fucking way he’s just falling asleep after stonewalling Riki’s confession like that. He leans down and bites his chest an inch to the left of his nipple in punishment. Jake jolts with a small scream, shoving at his head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He whisper-shouts.

“I love you,” Riki repeats firmly.

“You think you’re hearing it back from me after what you just did?”

Riki contemplates him for a moment. He considers a few different ways to approach this then decides to go with his first instinct. Lowering his hand, he rests two fingers over his clit. Jake’s eyes widen and he lets out an alarmed cry when Riki presses back his hood and massages in steady circles.

He practically convulses but Riki’s weight on him keeps him from going anywhere and he starts shaking, his breath picking up rapidly. “I’m gonna die,” Jake gasps, his hips arching every which way to free himself from the torment, clenching and squeezing around his soft cock, “Riki—fuck oh my God. Stop.”

He does but slips those fingers in alongside his cock and Jake chokes. His eyes stare unseeingly at the ceiling, his chest rattling with frantic breaths that take a minute to calm. He punches Riki’s bicep weakly after and he removes his fingers.

“Insane—” Some panting, some mumbled words, “Insufferable alpha—” More indiscernible words, “Gonna kill me—”

“Can you just say you love me back.”

“I do love you,” Jake says, glaring at him, “but I really don’t like you right now.”

Riki nudges Jake’s mouth with his own, giving him a chaste peck. Jake rolls his eyes at him acting cute in manipulation but his lips part when Riki ducks back in for a deeper kiss, and they move against his in a familiar dance. He thought it would turn hot and filthy, had intended to rob Jake breathless, but it stays gentle, coaxing, their tongues tangling in Jake’s mouth.

Fingers trail aimlessly over his back. Jake twists a few into the hair at the nape of his neck, his foot skimming up the back of his leg, hooking him close. He squeezes Jake’s waist, smoothing his hand down his side to pull his other leg tighter around him. Their bodies rock in mindless, languid waves, shifting and sliding like sand, as Jake draws him closer and Riki tries to bury deeper.

“I seriously,” Jake mumbles, grabbing his head in both hands to still him, “can’t come a fourth time. Stop moving inside of me so much.”

“You’re moving, too.”

“Okay, well,” Jake pushes at his chest, “Pull out then.”

He does and he removes the condom, ties it up, and shoots it across the room, landing it in the trash bin. He whoops and turns to Jake, nudging him. “See that. Two for two.”

“Congrats,” Jake says dryly. He looks used up, like Riki worked him over thoroughly, chewed him up good and spit him out. Sweaty and wet, an abused shade of red everywhere, fucked limp and loose. 

Riki watches the rise and fall of his toned stomach, the thin skin between his prominent hipbones begging for him to rest his cheek. Because he can only resist so much, he lowers his head, grazing his lips over the expanse open-mouthed. He catches some skin between his teeth and Jake’s breath hitches, tense as he leaves an imprint. When he pulls back, the crown indents are visible and shiny with spit.

Jake relaxes as if he was worried Riki would gnaw right through him like a hungry animal. He strokes the back of his head like a dog. “I need a shower.”

“I think I need to wash my sheets.”

Jake shifts his ass around on the towel before nodding in agreement.

“And I’m sleeping with you tonight,” Riki adds. He sits up fully, allowing Jake to rise from the bed. Jake slips off and braces himself on the edge, his knees buckling. He glances around and finds his shirt, spreading it out on the floor and sitting on it. 

“I feel so old,” he complains, massaging his thighs.

“You are old,” Riki tugs at the fitted sheet, annoyed when it remains stuck on the corner furthest from him.

Jake pauses, glancing up at him. “Wow, thanks.”

“You said it.”

“You’re not supposed to agree.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“Holy shit, forget it,” Jake huffs, levering himself up to his feet. He stumbles a little but finds his balance quickly, pulling Riki’s shorts and shirt on and leaving the room without looking back.

Riki shrugs to himself and finishes bundling the sheets up. In nothing but his boxers and with a prayer that none of his hyungs have decided to wander the halls right now (except Heeseung hyung, that would be fine) he stuffs the sheets and Jake’s clothes into the washer. He debates setting a timer for the washing machine but decides that that’s a problem for tomorrow morning. There’s a good chance Jay or Sunghoon will notice and transfer them to the dryer anyway because they’re sticklers about these things.

In the shower, he asks, “You do love me, right?”

Jake continues scrubbing his arms, throwing him a backwards annoyed glance when he doesn’t close the shower door fast enough and the steam leaks out, letting in a brief chill. Riki steps in front of him so the water can beat down on his back as he gazes at him expectantly.

Jake raises an eyebrow at him and then, “Oh, that was a genuine question?”

Riki looks around like well yeah, his hands settled on Jake’s hips.

“Of course I do,” Jake says, tilting his head, “You know that.” He pushes Riki back so he’s drowning under the water, and Jake can rinse his torso with the jets his head doesn’t block.

“In a serious way?” Riki asks, shoving his bangs up and leaving his hand there against his forehead so the water is guided away from coursing into his eyes and mouth, traveling down his arm instead.

“In a very serious way.” He sounds slightly mocking but there’s a small smile tucked into the pretty corner of his lips, so Riki knows he means it.

“And what about—” Riki hesitates, “Never mind.”

“And what about Heeseung hyung,” Jake finishes because he’s not stupid. He shrugs one shoulder, “Him, too. You can’t be surprised.”

“No,” He shakes his head, pushing his fingers through his hair with a huff of laughter, “No, I’m definitely not.”

Jake studies him for a moment, his clinical gaze sweeping over him from head to toe before he hums and closes his eyes, tilting his face up into the stream.

There’s no further conversation until they’ve ensconced themselves down in Jake’s room, hair half-dried from a short blow-dryer session and both of them dressed in Riki’s clothes. Jake has the waistband of his sleep pants folded over twice but the hem still pools at his feet. It’s enough to make Riki want round four, so he turns the overhead lights off and climbs into bed next to Jake.

Jake plugs his phone into charging from a cord that dangles from his headboard and sets his phone on the flat top of the headboard. Then he rolls over and takes Riki by surprise, seeking him out for a hungry kiss. Riki holds the back of his neck, groaning when Jake slips a leg between his, hovering over him.

He has no one else to compare to but something tells him Jake is a wet kisser, more drool than appropriate. He sucks on Riki’s tongue and it’s noisy enough to make him blush. Everything with him, no matter how tame he tries to keep it, always feels a little pornographic because he is just so loud and wet and sensitive.

Riki rips himself away before it spins out of his control, and they watch each other with heavy breaths in the dimmed lamp light. Slowly, Jake drops onto his back and Riki reaches out to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, tapping the power button.

“When are you going to do something?”

Riki makes a questioning noise, urging Jake onto his side so he can spoon up behind him. Holding Jake like this is like hugging a personal teddy bear, born to fit the cradle of his body perfectly.

“About hyung.”

“I didn’t realize I was supposed to. Why can’t hyung do something?”

Jake doesn’t deign that with a response. Probably wouldn’t even know how to put it into words either, but the idea of Heeseung making a move between them is ridiculous and they both feel it.

“I’ll think about it later,” Riki evades, “I’m tired. We have to wake up early.”

“Now you worry about that,” Jake mutters, but he sighs and settles in, his breathing easing out within minutes. Riki shuts his eyes and sneaks his hands under Jake’s shirt to cradle his soft, sleep-warm stomach, following him to sleep.

The probability of him actually thinking about it later? Nearly zero.

“Oh my God, please. I can’t anymore, I’m so sore,” Jake begs, shrinking into the corner of the bathroom as Riki draws the door shut behind himself. He pauses, fingers on the lock, turning to look at Jake.

“Huh?”

“I’m sore,” Jake repeats, “I’m so fucking sore, I’m sorry.”

Riki blinks, licking over his lower lip. “You don’t have to be sorry, but are you—are you okay? Did you overdo it during dance practice?”

Jake stares at him, slowly straightening up as his confusion takes over. “What?”

Riki tilts his head. He glances around the room with its sterile white and sweet air freshener scent as if searching for the answer there, confused by Jake’s confusion. “Dance practice…” He says slowly, refocusing on him, “Did you strain something?”

“Dance pra—” Jake cuts himself off with an aggrieved sigh, dropping his face into his hands and rubbing harshly at his cheeks. “No, Niki. God.”

He raises a hand defensively, “Alright, damn. Sorry for caring.”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m saying it’s sore down there, okay?” Jake removes his hands, his cheeks heated red, “Between my fucking thighs.”

“Oh,” he says, his voice trailing off. 

Jake glares, though it’s somewhat ineffective considering how flustered he looks.

“Wait, but,” He points at Jake, his head tilting the other way, “we haven’t done anything in a few days?”

At this, Jake’s expression melts into a pitying sort of amusement, “But you’re not the only person I’m having sex with, are you.”

“Heeseung hyung,” he realizes.

“Heeseung hyung,” Jake confirms, rolling his eyes after, “And since both of you have the sex drive of rabbits but neither of you wanna do anything about whatever’s between you, I’ve been the one dealing with two horny idiots. So, yeah, I’m sore. My pussy needs a break,” he says, moving towards Riki now and hooking a hand around the back of his neck to pull him down into a short, consolatory kiss, before reaching behind him to unlock the bathroom door. 

He drops a minor bombshell on Riki before he leaves, “If you need to get your dick wet, ask hyung. He might seem untouchable but don’t let him fool you. He’s just embarrassed that he cries when you fuck him.”

He cries when you fuck him. It echoes in his skull, void of anything but those six words bouncing off the walls. Riki nearly brains himself on the bathroom doorway when he eventually tries to follow after Jake, dazed.

He cries when you fuck him.

Lee Heeseung. Born on October 15th, 2001. Twenty-two years old. Five feet eleven inches. Second gender: Omega. Blood type: A. MBTI: Changes every day. Oldest member of ENHYPEN. Was a trainee under BigHit Entertainment for three years. Is considered the ace of the group. Fun facts: Has perfect pitch, can play the guitar and piano, cries when you fuck him.  

“You’re not being normal about this, are you?” Jake whispers two hours later when Riki has missed someone speaking to him five times already. He pulls him aside in the dressing room, tucked in amongst folded room dividers, looking at him in exasperation. “I didn’t think it would break you.”

Riki has to clear his throat a few times to reply. “By cry, did you mean a few tear drops or, like, sobbing?”

Jake shoots him a disapproving look but then his eyes slide to the side as he thinks about it. “Hyung rarely lets me top him,” he mumbles, “‘cause he likes how I sound when he’s on top.”

“Understandable.”

Jake rolls his eyes, glancing up at him momentarily. “It’s usually a few tears. I did make him cry properly once, but that was with this vibrator.”

Riki’s mouth dries. “And, uh,” His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth clumsily, “how exactly did you manage that?”

“I’m not telling you,” Jake says simply, “Ask hyung if you want to know. You guys need to get it together, seriously,” He starts to smell annoyed, “Actually, you know what. I’m not fucking either of you until you figure it out.”

“What?” Riki whines, slumping back against the divider and sinking a few inches. He wraps his hands around Jake’s waist, looking at him pleadingly. “C’mon, please. I’ll even be gentle.”

“No,” Jake says firmly, peeling his hands off. “Figure it out.”

Riki does not figure it out. Anyone surprised?

His hand figures it out with his dick, though. If he were being dramatic he would say something like pleasuring himself has lost all its luster and spark, and that the touch of his hand elicits nothing in him now that he knows the supple give of Jake’s body, for he cannot unknow what true pleasure feels like.

But he’s not really one for dramatics and actually he comes just fine all over the shower wall thinking about that strangled moan he can pluck out of Jake if he takes his clit between his lips and sucks slow and deep. Or that little high-pitched whimper he makes in his throat when he sinks into him in one go from the back, his cock sliding home somewhere deep and nearly uncomfortable inside.

And then there are other times, in bed late at night, where his tired mind is drifting between memories and fantasies, stitching them together until they’re some sort of Frankenstein vision, and instead of fucking Jake on his flattened tongue, his gaze drifts up the hazy outline of his body and it’s Heeseung staring down at him, his eyes bright and wet with pleasure, his small cherry-red mouth parted to let out breathless moans.

Those nights he comes so hard that, once, the cum had hit his chin, and the orgasm hangover is always brutal, some unpleasant mix of guilt and frustration.

It’s not like Heeseung has been behaving any differently. For all the difference it makes, Riki might as well be an unpresented virgin, because how Heeseung treats him now is the same as he did a year ago despite all that has happened in between.

Why should Riki make the first move anyway? It’s twenty twenty-four, who says alphas need to initiate?

In the end, all it takes to make Riki snap is a pair of shorts.

Let him set the scene first.

He is lounging on Jake’s bed playing Animal Crossing on Sunoo’s switch because Sunoo is stuck at the recording studio, and he very kindly asked him to do his daily tasks and a few other things for him since Riki was schedule free after 3 pm. The very kindly asked might or might not have been a bribe, but that’s not the point. Jake is laying next to him, playing Pokémon Rumble Rush on his phone because, well, Riki doesn’t know. Jay and Jungwon were playing it the other day so they must have infected Jake.

The door to the room is open because Heeseung left to take a shower after returning from the gym. Instead of washing up on his floor like a normal person, he went straight to Jake and found Riki there already. It’s not uncommon for that to occur, for them to happen upon each other while seeking out Jake, but it’s not usual either. Chiefly because Jake sleeps a lot, so his company is sparse as is, but also because they just naturally tend to pick different times to bother Jake.

Sweaty and therefore smelling—though perhaps less pleasantly for Jake than for him, because Jake had made a face at Heeseung but Riki had kind of hummed and felt something stir in his gut that he quickly masked with disinterest (maybe it was pheromonal?)—Jake had sent Heeseung off with the first clothes he could find in his closet.

Now fifteen minutes later, he hears the approaching footsteps, the slide-drag of Heeseung’s tired shuffle. Then the near silence of the door opening further and closing, the click of the lockset. He looks up. Heeseung is saying something about effective hair-dryers as he enters but Riki is too busy staring and if someone held him at gunpoint and asked him to repeat his hyung’s words verbatim, he would be dead the next minute.

Heeseung stops in front of Jake’s closet, still turned towards the bed. With a small grin, he gestures at his lower body, “I don’t think these fit me.”

He’s talking to Jake, of course. Jake finally looks away from his phone and laughs when he sees how tight and revealing the shorts are. Perhaps on Jake they would look decently modest but on Heeseung’s longer legs, the hem settles somewhat obscenely around the thick circumference of his upper thighs.

Riki has to remind himself to swallow, slowly sitting up on the bed, Switch abandoned to the side. He’s not the only thing sitting up.

“My bad,” Jake waves at his closet so Heeseung spins around and opens it, “Pick whatever you want.”

“I don’t think anything you own fits me,” Heeseung murmurs, tucking his thumbs into the waistband and. 

No way. 

No way, he wouldn’t. 

Not when Riki is in the room. 

He wouldn—He would.

Riki watches, slack-jawed, as Heeseung drags the shorts down his hips, legs, bending over to slide them off his feet. His shirt, by the way? Covers nothing. Covers jack shit. First of all, Jake is small, so his clothes are small, and second of all, god truly hates him (or maybe really, really loves him?) so this shirt happens to be one of the non-oversized ones Jake owns.

He’s not really aware of himself until he nearly falls on his face trying to scramble off the bed and Jake muffles a laugh, but his body reacts without his permission, and what seems like a blink later, he is standing inches from Heeseung’s back.

Heeseung glances over his shoulder at the noise and flinches at his sudden proximity with a small yelp. From the rush of blood to his neck and ears, the strip show was accidental.

“I… forgot about you,” Heeseung says lamely, facing him and backing into the shelves of the closet, tugging down the bottom of his shirt like he can hide what Riki has already seen, those dark blue panties, low-waisted and high-cut, showing off most of his hips and most of his ass.

“Did you really?” Riki is distantly embarrassed by how deep his voice has gotten. 

“Yeah, I just—” Heeseung jerks his head, trying to wordlessly communicate his meaning, “I forgot that you would see. Can you back up and let me put something on?”

“Why, I’ve already seen it,” Riki points out.

“So?” Heeseung gets a little redder but also a little sterner, his eyes hardening. His hands release the bottom of his shirt, “I still want to wear clothes. Why would I stay in my underwear?”

Riki hooks a finger in the band of his panties, off to the side near his hipbone, and Heeseung inhales sharply through his nose, his abdomen rippling as the muscles tense. “What are you doing?” he asks lowly, wrapping a hand around his wrist.

Another finger joins the first and Riki tugs. Heeseung hesitates before stepping forward into the pull. His gaze is intense, always has been, and Riki feels his mouth dry under the heat of it. 

He’s outgrown Heeseung by a visible margin now, and there is a downwards tilt to his chin—small as it is—when he looks at his eldest hyung. Meeting Heeseung’s dark eyes has their difference in size feeling both inconsequential and exaggerated. It’s strange how he can make Riki act like he’s wet behind the ears and like an animal that’s been starving for years. Like he has something to prove, but if he does and does it well, Heeseung will bend beautifully under his hands.

He double-checks there’s nothing to trip over before walking them backwards until he hits the bedframe. He receives no complaints. Heeseung stands silently in front of him, waiting and watching. Jake has wisely scooted over to his vacated spot so Riki can take a seat on the side of the bed, parting his legs to bracket Heeseung between them.

Heeseung’s breath stills for a moment when Riki finds himself level with his stomach. Riki removes his fingers, ghosting them over his hip before setting his elbow on his thigh. He peers up at Heeseung, leaning in.

“Okay, now show me the rest.”

Heeseung stares down at him mutely. In the background, Jake lets out a small, strangled noise, amazed.

“What?” Heeseung says after a minute.

Riki glances pointedly at his crotch. “You should take it off and show me the rest.”

Slowly, Heeseung raises an eyebrow. Tilts his head, “Oh, I should?”

Historically, brazenness has gotten him everywhere with Heeseung. He respects the daring if only because Riki is the youngest and he spoils him. Riki can only pray it holds up this far. Taking it a notch further, he leans back on his hands and looks at him lazily. “Come on, hyung. Don’t tell me you’re a prude.”

Jake mutters to himself, “We have very different definitions of prude.”

Heeseung hasn’t shifted his eyes from his face for even a second since Riki snagged his underwear. He seems to be debating something, probably if Riki is worth playing along with. He teases the elastic band with his thumb, considering. “You want to fuck me,” he states.

“So do you.”

Heeseung does not acknowledge this. “Fine,” he says, “If you want to see, why not. It’s not like I’m ashamed.”

This was very much the outcome Riki had been hoping for, but it still leaves him stunned. He drops his gaze to his hips. Heeseung bends first, his shirt billowing out and obscuring Riki’s view. His underwear slips easily down his legs once he drags it over the curve of his ass, pooling at his ankles. 

Heeseung straightens, and then to really put the nail in Riki’s coffin, he lifts his shirt up to his chest, baring himself entirely. His expression maintains its casual indifference but the air about him creates the illusion of a smirk.

Riki looks. Shamelessly. Heeseung shifts his left foot out an inch, holding his shirt to his chest with one hand, the other splayed low on his stomach. His clit is bigger than Jake’s, peeking out between his folds. He wonders if that means it’s more sensitive. He’s also not as neatly trimmed as Jake. It suits him.

He wants to sit Heeseung on his face and use his thighs as warmers just like he pictured all those months ago, but more than that, he wants to see what expression he’ll make when Riki stuffs his cock in him.

He snatches Heeseung by the hips and pulls him down onto the bed. Heeseung stumbles, his feet becoming tangled in his underwear. His eyes widen in fear as he falls, clinging to Riki’s shoulders.

“Nice. I get a live show,” Jake says, sitting up against the wall his bed rests flush against. He draws his legs in and sets his chin on top, watching with amusement and more than a little lust.

“Are we wrestling?” Heeseung snaps at the manhandling, propping himself up on his elbows to glare at him, his freshly dried bangs mussed across his forehead. Riki rips his underwear off his feet and tosses it across the room. Heeseung hisses between his teeth, annoyed, “Why are you so violent? Does it kill you to ask and be gentle? Is this how you treat your hyung? Wait, what are you—Riki, hold on—Unhh.”

He licks a long line up his slit. Heeseung snags his hair at the root, and it stings, his grip. His head drops back, the long slope of his neck and the bob of his Adam’s apple on display. He moans and his stomach dips with the stab of pleasure.

Riki presses his tongue flat to his clit and pries him open further. Jake tosses something that lands next to Heeseung’s hip and when Riki removes a hand to check, it’s a bottle of lube. “I had a feeling,” Jake explains, “When you cornered him in my closet.”

Like in his dreams, he licks Heeseung open and sinks his tongue into him. Looks up to see him glassy eyed and glossy lipped, his mouth dropped open just as he imagined. His head keeps lolling back but he picks it up after a moment to watch Riki eat him out. He holds Riki’s hair off his forehead, his thighs tightening against his ears if he flicks his tongue too hard over his clit. 

“Riki,” Heeseung gasps, letting himself melt into the bed. His free hand creeps over his stomach, up his chest, shoving his shirt out of the way. He swipes his thumb over his nipple then rolls it, and his walls clench around Riki’s tongue. It’s incredibly hot. Jake will allow Riki to play with his chest, but he doesn’t do it himself. Riki groans into his cunt, pulling off to lean up and kiss him.

Heeseung is forceful where Jake is eager. He clutches Riki’s throat and slips his tongue into his mouth. He doesn’t let Riki have the reins without some effort, only caving in when he sinks two fingers into him, distracting him.

Heeseung turns his head aside to moan and Riki latches onto his neck, scraping his teeth against the unblemished skin. He fucks his fingers in hard and Heeseung’s legs start to close. Riki sighs in irritation, mostly for show, and drags him down the bed by his hips, parting his legs either side of his body so there’s nowhere to hide.

There’s a small splutter at the repeat manhandling, but it fades under a groan ripped from the back of Heeseung’s throat when he slides his fingers back inside and picks up where he left off. “Gentle,” Heeseung complains breathlessly, his eyebrows furrowed like he’s upset but his pupils are blown too wide to take it seriously, “Riki, slow down. I haven’t done this in a while.”

Ah, okay. He slows down, keeping his fingers inside and pressing up against his wall until he finds the spot, then dragging his fingers out slow and firm, over and over. Heeseung’s mouth falls open again, but nothing comes out, and his stomach starts to tremble. His back arches and he lifts a hand up to clutch the pillow, the other grasping at the sheets, tearing at the fabric. His eyes find the ceiling. His lips are so red, and his body is wracked with jolts that strike closer and closer together, until he screws his eyes shut and comes silently, seizing with it.

When Riki keeps fingering him through it, through the aftershocks and right past, he makes a noise of alarm. But there doesn’t seem to be enough strength in his limbs to do anything about it, so he finally sobs quietly.

“There it is,” Riki says, throwing Jake a smug look. His hyung shakes his head, casting a pitying smile at Heeseung. 

A few tears have leaked from the corner of Heeseung’s eyes, only open a sliver of the way. Riki removes his fingers, giving him a break, and all the tension drains out of Heeseung’s frame. His fingers loosen on the pillowcase, and he breathes hard, panting for air. Another tear slips out, trickling down his temple.

He’s wrecked in a way Riki has never seen his eldest hyung in any capacity. His collected, laidback nature, the confidence, the presence—that’s what he normally sees. Even when he’s been embarrassed or shy, it’s never made him feel less untouchable. 

So to have him sprawled beneath him, shaky and crying from an orgasm Riki coaxed out of him, is a drug. A very dangerous drug. He’s the one feeling untouchable right now. He’s soaring. He could bench-press 200 kg. He could beat Heeseung at basketball one-handed or thoroughly trounce Jake on the football field. He could also really go for round two. 

“Don’t you dare,” Heeseung rasps out when he sets a hand on his hip. He has an arm thrown over his eyes. Riki whines, squeezing the flesh.

“Please, hyung? I didn’t get to come.”

Heeseung lets out a pained groan. He has a hard time denying Riki things, even if said things are his body. He rubs his face and turns his head to look at Jake. Riki watches them communicate. Honestly, he’s not too sure what all those facial expressions are saying—omegas, man—but Jake shrugs his shoulders to conclude it. He’s guessing that means it’s up to you. 

Heeseung sighs and returns his attention to Riki. “You have to go slow,” he warns him sternly, the effect of it slightly ruined by the tear tracks, “I’ve never slept with an alpha before and nothing Jake uses on me is that big,” He glances pointedly at Riki’s bulge, “so go slow.”

“Wait, what?” Riki sits back on his heels, stunned. “You’ve never…with an alpha? None of our members?”

Heeseung looks at him oddly and Jake snickers. “Did it appear like I was sleeping with anyone else in our group?”

“Does that mean,” Riki flicks his gaze to Jake, “he’s the only person you’ve slept with?”

“Of course,” Heeseung sounds confused by his astonishment.

“But…” Riki points between them, trailing off when he doesn’t know how to voice his thoughts, afraid he might be accidentally offensive.

Jake takes pity on him. He straightens his legs out half-way, leaning back against the wall. “Hyung doesn’t have permission.”

“That was a serious thing?” Riki says incredulously. He remembers that conversation with Sunoo he listened in on.

“Of course it’s serious,” Jake scoffs like he might start taking offense anyway, “He’s not allowed to sleep with someone else unless I give him permission to. Who the fuck wants their top whoring around with anyone who’ll give them the time of day? I don’t tolerate sluts.”

When Riki looks back at Heeseung, half-expecting some hurt because that sounded like a pretty harsh condemnation of his character, he’s smiling to himself, watching Jake with a heated gaze.

Oh my god, he’s surrounded by fucking freaks. What happened to monogamy? What happened to sweet nothings and lovemaking and vanilla sex?

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jake says, condescending when Riki gapes at him. He nods over at Heeseung, “He’s the one who gets a kick out of it.”

“Like you don’t,” Heeseung murmurs.

“But it was your idea.”

Heeseung hums, acknowledging that.

“Okay. So, you,” Riki holds his hands out, trying to get his facts in order, “So Heeseung hyung is not allowed to sleep with anyone unless you give him permission to?” Both of them nod. “But Jake hyung is allowed to sleep with whoever?”

“Sounds about right,” Jake says.

“What…” Riki is so lost. “How is that fair?”

Jake laughs, covering his mouth. Heeseung bites down on a smile. “Ah, Riki-yah. You have so much to learn,” Jake sighs, endeared. “It’s not meant to be fair,” he explains, “That’s what makes it sexy.”

Sexy? Sexy? He doesn’t know about sexy. His face must give away how unconvinced he is because Jake laughs through his nose at him. “Imagine it was me and you instead. I’m Heeseung hyung, and you’re me. It’s the sense of control.”

“But I don’t want to sleep with any other omega besides the two of you,” Riki says miserably, “And I don’t want to control you.”

Jake’s expression melts and his eyes warm with his smile.

“Aigoo,” Heeseung clicks his tongue, “You’re upsetting the maknae. Some of us are romantics unlike you, Jaeyun.”

“How could I forget,” Jake says, accepting the subtle reprimand. He speaks to Riki gently, “I’m sorry, aegi-yah. Just know hyung and I agreed on this set-up and we both enjoy it.”

“I guess…” It’s not like Riki can tell them what to do with their sex life. And it doesn’t really affect him. Speaking of which. “Then that means you gave Heeseung hyung permission to have sex with me.”

Jake stares at him for a moment like he’s waiting for something to click, but nothing does, so he just shakes his head slightly. “You were a little different.”

“How come?”

Jake huffs through his nose. “I’ll leave that for hyung to explain.”

Heeseung sighs at his expectant gaze. He appears vaguely mortified. “Tell you later.”

“Then can I fuck you now?”

Heeseung’s ears are red. “Fine,” he says, “And remember to—”

“—Take it slow, I know,” Riki assures him. And then it hits him. That means he’s Heeseung’s first. He’s the first (and last, if he has any say in it) alpha Heeseung is sleeping with.

Fuck.

“I can’t believe I get to pop your cherry,” Riki says thickly, clearing his throat twice after.

Heeseung’s eyes widen, and he says, in a strangled voice, “What?”

“Pop your cherry,” he repeats, “I’m your first alpha, right. I get to take your alpha virginity.”

Heeseung opens his mouth, but he has nothing to say to that except a deep flush that spreads down his neck.

“Saving yourself for your maknae,” Jake says in this crooning, taunting voice Riki has never heard from him before, “What a good hyung. Our perfect omega.” He crawls close, carding his hand through Heeseung’s hair, “You know you’re made for us, don’t you? Your body was made just to please us.”

Oh, Riki thinks. He might understand the control part now.

Heeseung whines in the back of his throat, peering up at Jake. A shiny gloss fills his eyes. He glances helplessly at Riki.

“Don’t look at him,” Jake scolds, bringing his attention back to him with a hand on his chin, “Why? Are you embarrassed? What happened to the top who swore up and down he’s not a fan of taking it. What happened to the omega who fucks me into the bed, wishing he could get me pregnant.”

Riki feels himself malfunction. He didn’t even know that fantasy was allowed, but he can see it now. Heeseung folded over Jake’s back, mouth by his ear, his velvet voice promising a litter of puppies.

“You get a willing dick between your legs and look at you,” Jake forces Heeseung to peer down at himself, “Look how easy you are.” 

To Riki, he says, “Get him ready. Use three fingers.”

It takes a second and the help of some lube, but he works three fingers into Heeseung at once. He’s still loose and relaxed from his previous orgasm. “Four,” Jake says after a minute, his palm on Heeseung’s chest, and Heeseung clings to Jake’s forearm with a small grunt, watching Riki fit his pinky in alongside the rest and then sink his hand in, little by little, until the first knuckle.

“I can take it now,” Heeseung says, strained. He lifts his head to address Jake, “I can take him now,” as if the dick doesn’t belong to Riki.

Jake nods at Riki in approval. He fumbles around, finally stripping out of his clothes, then freezes. “Condom?” he asks Heeseung.

Jake pats Heeseung on the stomach, low, where babies grow. “You can come in him,” he permits and Heeseung stays quiet, waiting for him to continue. Riki hesitates. That’s hot but he’s unsure if that’s, like, legal.

“Whatever Jake says goes,” Heeseung puts him out of his misery.

“Right.” He could have guessed that. He folds Heeseung’s legs outwards, shuffling closer. His dick smacks against his cunt, sliding up the seam of it. Heeseung moans behind closed lips when it grazes over his clit.

It is intimidating to be the first alpha to have Heeseung. He almost buckles under the pressure, but a glance at Jake, a reminder that he knows what he’s doing now, has him regaining his confidence. He guides the head between his folds, dragging it up and down. Heeseung clenches at the touch, his eyes darting from between his legs to Riki’s face.

Heeseung’s breath hitches when the tip nudges at his hole, stretching him apart achingly slow. Riki can feel every second of it, the gradual give as he first tenses, tightening with nerves, then eventually opens up for him. Heeseung’s hands waver in the air before he wraps one under his thigh and clutches the bedsheets with the other.

His head drops back against the pillow, rolling to the side with a gasp when Riki fits the tip in. “Fuck,” he breathes. Riki licks his lips. He’s almost shaking with the restraint it takes to go this slow.

Heeseung knits his eyebrows together, pressing his face harder into the pillow and lifting his hand from the bed to frame where they connect with his fingers. Riki almost moans at the sight, his long fingers parted around his cock, massaging his folds like it’ll ease the ache.

He manages another inch before Heeseung is shaking his head, pressing a hand to his stomach to stop him. “Too much,” he says in that firm voice of his that means he’s speaking from his place as their eldest hyung. Out of habit, Riki starts to pull away and apologize, but then he remembers where they are. He narrows his eyes.

Jake backs off to give him space when he sighs in displeasure and bends down, lightly bumping his forehead against Heeseung’s and taking care not to jostle their joining.

“Hyung,” he murmurs, stroking Heeseung’s cheek with his thumb, “How can you say it’s too much? As our mathyung, isn’t it your responsibility to take care of us however we want? Isn’t it your place to satisfy me?”

Heeseung closes his eyes, his lower lip trembling once. Riki can smell him. Sour-sweet with humiliation, rich with arousal. He kisses the corner of his mouth, “Hyung, I’ll keep going, okay?”

Heeseung makes a hitching sound like he’s crying. He tries to cover his face, but Riki pins his wrists above his head. With a squeeze, he asks, “If I remove my grip will you leave them there?” Heeseung gazes at him through lidded eyes, listening. “Without my hands I can’t promise I’ll be slow. I need them to steady myself,” he explains, “but if you hide your face again, I’ll have to restrain you.”

“Can I bring them down?” Heeseung asks, barely audible, “It won’t be comfortable leaving them up for long.”

“As long as you don’t cover your face. Or try to stop me again.”

Heeseung sucks in a sharp breath. His face is hot to the touch when Riki cups his cheek to draw him into a kiss. There’s none of that earlier dominance. Riki licks into his mouth, and he moans quietly. 

He scoops Heeseung’s legs into the crook of his arms, folding him in half as far as he’ll go. Heeseung tentatively sets his hands on his shoulders. Palms splayed on the back of his thighs, Riki pushes in at a glacial pace. He might be having fun tormenting Heeseung, but he’s not about to ruin his first time by rushing him. Heeseung groans into the kiss, his foot kicking. 

Heeseung is almost excruciatingly tight, not because Riki hadn’t prepared him properly, but because he tenses with every inch Riki sinks in. “You’ve gotta relax, hyung.”

Heeseung glares at him with wet eyes and a tight-lipped mouth. You do it then. Riki can practically hear it in his head.

By the time Riki seats himself fully inside, Heeseung has shed more tears. Riki thinks he could come just watching him cry. It’s driving him insane. Each tear dripping down his cheek in a glistening path is melting his brain. He looks so fucking wrecked—red eyes, red nose, red lips—and all he’s done is get his cock in him.

Heeseung sniffs, prodding around his stuffed hole with two fingers to feel what Riki has done to him, and he bites back a curse. He doesn’t know how much more of ‘going slow’ he can take. His head pops up. Jake grins when Riki turns to him curiously.

“How slow do I really have to take it?”

“Finally, you ask,” Jake says in good-natured exasperation and alright damn, his bad, he forgot Jake was the resident Heeseung manual. “Hyung’s just being a baby. He’s scared you’ll really make him cry.”

Riki does not ask him how he knows that. Omega sorcery, he assumes.

“You can fuck him like you normally do.”

Green light. Brilliant. Heeseung’s eyes widen, and he starts to deny it—mind you, Riki knows what he sounds like when he’s lying and this is exactly it—but he remembers Heeseung’s, Whatever Jake says goes, so he feels justified in ignoring it.

He’s not cruel, though, so he takes his time building up the pace. 

At first Heeseung blurts out a lot of Riki, hold on’s, squirming ineffectively under him, and then a bunch of Ah, fuck, wait’s, his hips undulating into him, and then he produces nothing at all. Riki licks a drop off his cheek and Heeseung lets out a shuddering gasp, scraping welts down his back. He manages a moan there and a whimper here, but the real outlet are his tears.

Out of breath from exertion, because it’s not like Heeseung is doing any of the work, he tilts his head ever so slightly towards Jake. “Am I really the biggest he’s taken?” Heeseung loops his arms around his neck as he asks and Riki nearly collapses on top of him when he clings too hard, yanking him down.

“Definitely,” Jake nods, observing them with a searing gaze, “I can count on my hands the number of times he’s let me top, and I’ve never used anything bigger than two fingers.”

“Two fingers?” Riki chokes, his hips stilling. He is significantly bigger than two fingers. He really is taking Heeseung’s virginity in some fashion. 

“I’m right here,” Heeseung grits through his teeth.

“Hmm,” Riki palms his ass roughly, squeezing until he twitches. “Hyung, you’re so different from Jake, you know.” 

Off to the side, Jake grumbles, “Where the hell did my hyung go.”

“‘Cause sex with Jake hyung is like a dance. He throws himself into it, gives as good as he gets,” Wow, he should probably become a poet, “But with you—You’re like a toy.”

Heeseung avoids his gaze. With his arms wrapped around Riki’s neck, he’s so cute, like a blushing omega getting taken for the first time. He’s not, obviously. He hasn’t been a virgin for a long time, and he doesn’t need an alpha to pop his cherry, but Riki is sticking to this fantasy. 

“Like a fleshlight. My personal fleshlight.”

Heeseung’s scent spikes abruptly—humiliated, turned on, ashamed. Riki doesn’t know why this of everything he’s said so far has triggered such an intense reaction, but Heeseung ducks his head, reeling him in to bury his face against his neck.

Riki smiles. Really, how can his eldest hyung be this cute. He glances at Jake and mouths, ‘Can I try something?’

Jake scrutinizes him for a moment before his expression lightens knowingly and he nods. Riki wouldn’t be surprised if he’s figured it out.

“Hyung. Heeseung hyung,” Riki prods him in the side and Heeseung reluctantly pulls away to look at him, “I want you to promise me something.”

Heeseung eyes him warily and doesn’t answer yes or no. He’s right to not trust him, of course.

“I want to be the only one allowed inside of you.”

Jake breathes out an amused laugh. Good, he’s not taking offense.

Heeseung’s blush was cooling down, but it returns with full force now. His lips twist but he doesn’t reply. He’s a lot more silent in bed than Riki would have expected. Or maybe Jake just talks too much.

“Will you promise not to let anyone else fuck your cunt, hyung? Not Jake hyung, not a toy, not even your fingers. Just me.”

Riki resumes rocking his hips into him in languid motions, observing the way his face creases. Heeseung moans softly, shuddering.

“I’m serious. From now on, save it just for me.”

“You’re full of it,” Heeseung mutters. 

“Am I? What other reason do you need a cunt for besides pleasing me. Jake hyung already said it earlier, your body was made for us. You were made for us. So will you promise, hyung?”

Heeseung furrows his eyebrows and says, “Move faster, Riki,” ignoring his very reasonable request. 

Obviously, Riki stops. Heeseung’s expression tightens and his lips clamp together in irritation. He squeezes his eyes shut like he does when one of them gets on his nerves and he’s trying to restrain himself. His helix piercing catches the light when he tilts his head to the side and Riki bites down on the shell of his ear just below it.

Heeseung keens in pain, grabbing the back of his head. He arches up into Riki and then tries to rip away, but Riki lets his ear slip from his teeth and pins him down with a hand wrapped around his throat. Heeseung’s neck is long but slender and his palm covers the width of it. He can feel the way his throat works when he swallows roughly.

Riki finds the inside of his left thigh with his free hand and bends it towards his chest, making room for himself. He pulls nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward and Heeseung gasps, his expression tightening as Riki sticks to the slow out and hard in. Each thrust knocks a choked noise from his throat and Heeseung clutches at his forearm, the one attached to the hand collaring him.

His eyes peering up into his are unfocused and glassy. Riki hasn’t put any pressure behind his hand. He’s not aiming for breath play, just to restrain Heeseung. Just for him to feel his claim, to feel owned. He watches Heeseung’s breathing quicken, shorten, but it still catches him off guard when Heeseung jerks once and comes squeezing around his cock, his thigh straining against Riki’s palm to try and close around his waist. 

Mostly his surprise is because he didn’t know a dragged out pace like this could make an omega cum. When he does this with Jake, he starts clawing up Riki’s back or biting him because it’s a torturous edging, the pleasure not building up fast enough for it to culminate in any way. And Riki was aiming to edge Heeseung, but instead he’s ushered him into his second orgasm of the night.

“Can I keep going?” he asks Jake and receives a nod.

Heeseung lets out a dry sob.

“Hyung, I haven’t even come once,” he frowns, “Shouldn’t I also get something out of this?”

“Just come quickly,” Heeseung pleads.

“Then promise me first.”

“Riki,” he growls in frustration, sounding on the verge of (more) tears.

“Promise me.”

“Fucking—Fine,” Heeseung gives up, exhausted, “No one else, just you.”

“Just me what?” Riki needles, “Say it clearly.”

Heeseung clenches his jaw so tightly before he replies that Riki is surprised he doesn’t shatter a few teeth. “No one else is allowed inside me but you.”

“Allowed where? Come on, hyung, I said clearly.”

“My cunt,” Heeseung spits out, and Riki really is pushing his buttons because he has never heard him speak this way to him before, “In my cunt.”

Riki gets in one last snarky comment, “Now was that so hard,” and Heeseung’s eyes flare, incensed by his disrespect, but Riki moves his hand from his throat to cover his mouth before he can tell him off. Heeseung’s eyes widen, and he becomes even more infuriated, but Riki resumes fucking him so by the time he frees himself from his muzzle, his complaints have been wiped from his mind.

Riki gets a hand between them, running his thumb over Heeseung’s clit and that pulls an alarmed noise from him. Riki locks in on that. He rubs the exposed nub of it and Heeseung reacts so violently it startles both of them. The loud cry was one thing, but Heeseung had shoved him back by the shoulders on instinct alone, overwhelmed by the sharp pleasure. Riki hadn’t budged far but still.

He lets it go for a moment, kissing Heeseung to soothe his ruffled feathers. Then he finds Jake’s amused smile and asks, “That vibrator you were talking about. Did it happen to be dual function?”

“Riki, no,” Heeseung says, paling as he lifts his head to glance between them.

“Riki, yes,” he says, grinning when Jake bites down on his smile and shrugs like who really knows in reply. Riki does. Riki knows.

“I can’t—” Heeseung begins, panicked.

“You can do three,” Riki cuts him off, assured in that much, “I’ll get you there. And you better not push me away or I’ll make Jake hyung hold your hands down.”

Heeseung stares at him, clearly weighing just how serious he is. Riki can see the exact moment the will to fight visibly drains out of him and he lets his head drop on the pillow, muttering something that sounds like a prayer. 

Giving in, truly giving in, seems to open up the remaining flood gates because Heeseung cries in endless streams, little hitching half-breaths and shaky gasps, his thighs quivering one second, tense the next. Every time Riki strokes over the swell of his clit, rubbing it in circles and side-to-side, it drives Heeseung wild, and he writhes on the bed, his eyes—big and round like a doe’s—asking for mercy.

Riki has none. He tastes the salt of Heeseung’s tears on his tongue, entranced by the shiny paths they cut across his cheekbones and temples. He’s a pretty crier. Or Riki is just biased. Either way he can’t get enough of his red nose and that stutter in his voice and the cute sniffles. 

In fact, he fucks him to orgasm number three and straight through. When he doesn’t let up, Heeseung nearly starts hyperventilating, shaking his head, clutching his shoulders, grinding down on him, and Riki can only laugh breathlessly.

“You’re a whore, hyung,” he says in awe.

Heeseung whines in denial but he was acting like he was above this the entire time and turns out, he’s desperate as anything. His legs wrap around Riki’s waist, ankles locking. Riki can’t draw back much like this, so he returns his fingers to Heeseung’s clit.

Heeseung exhales a trembling breath, gone rigid with pleasure. His hands tighten on the balls of Riki’s shoulders, and he squeezes punishingly around his cock. He blinks and a few tears spill each time. Somehow, that’s all it takes. Riki comes first, finally, burying his groan against Heeseung’s throat. It feels like a drum thudding through his entire body, and he momentarily loses his rhythm against Heeseung’s clit until his fingers stop buzzing. 

He pulls away after a minute, nipping the jut of Heeseung’s collarbone and kneeling upright. Bearing through the oversensitivity, he grinds into Heeseung, and it pays off when his hyung comes, squirting, with one fucked out moan. Riki shoves his cock in deeper so none of his cum leaks out, running his fingers through the thin, slippery wetness dripping down Heeseung’s cunt, dampening his already soaked curls.

“Nasty,” Jake chides, and he glances up to see him smirking. He doesn’t really look like he finds it nasty. If his dark eyes are anything to go by, he must find it pretty hot.

When Riki kicks his hips a little forward, Heeseung draws in a warning breath, his blunt nails sinking into his arms. “I’ll scream,” he says, “It’s too sore, I can’t take it anymore.”

Riki is for once obedient. He pulls out slowly. He can’t help himself, though, “One day, we should try to make you come seven times. You know, lucky number seven.”

Heeseung stares at him before looking at Jake. “He’s threatening me,” he says, his voice a little nasally from crying.

Jake snorts, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “You’ll live.”

Riki roots around between Heeseung’s thighs, prodding at his hole. Whenever Jake lets him come inside, he likes to watch it drip out, spreading his folds open with his thumbs. Heeseung shoots him an annoyed glance, trying to shove him away with his foot, but Riki persists until his hyung gives in and allows him to widen his legs.

It’s a slow trickle without gravity’s help, only the rhythmic clench of Heeseung’s walls, a glob rolling down his perineum. Riki smears it into his skin. Heeseung sighs behind the arm he has thrown over his face, letting him do as he pleases.

Jake shuffles his shorts off, leaning over to see what Riki is doing. “I get why you do this now,” he says, watching Riki pet lightly over Heeseung’s swollen clit and laugh under his breath when Heeseung’s thighs twitch shut, and he jams his heel into the hands Riki hastily throws over his dick.

“Stop it,” Heeseung snaps, sitting up. Jake backs away, moving towards the wall again. “I let you get away with so much shit already, why do you keep pushing it.”

“Because you let me.”

Heeseung’s face changes and the truth of that statement sinks in. He really does let Riki get away with a lot. He should probably reflect on that. There is an enlightenment just out of reach, he can feel it, but he’s distracted by Jake clearing his throat.

“Alright, you had your fun. Where’s mine?”

They both turn towards him.

Jake spreads his legs apart invitingly, tossing his shorts aside, and despite his exhaustion, Heeseung is the first one up and over. He sprawls out between Jake’s legs, hiking one over his shoulder. Nuzzles into Jake’s cunt like it’s a source of comfort, licking into him lazily.

Riki just observes for a while. Heeseung is the master according to Jake, so he won’t find a better time to learn. 

There’s a careless precision to the way he goes about it, a choreography he’s run through so many times it takes nothing but the starting beat to fall into its easy rhythm. He pinches Jake’s clit between his fingers and dips his tongue into him, and there is something so disarmingly intimate about the picture they paint, of Heeseung servicing Jake in this way, regardless of its sexual nature, that it would drive anyone to look away.

Riki is not anyone. And it speaks to whatever the three of them have going on that the intimacy sits on his tongue like honey. No one is allowed to see them in this way except him. Entitled as he might sound, he knows he deserves their intimacy. He deserves to be their sole audience, he deserves that empty spot to Heeseung’s right between Jake’s legs, he deserves everything his omega hyungs are willing to give him and even more.

It’s not like it’s his fault, either. They were the ones to spoil him; the blame is on them.

Riki settles in next to Heeseung, Jake’s other leg over his shoulder. Heeseung angles his head so Riki has enough room to lean in and lick at Jake’s clit.

“Fuck,” Jake moans, carding a hand through Riki’s hair as well. He grips both of them by the back of the head, shoving them further into his pussy like they aren’t nose deep in it already. 

His hips twitch up into their mouths and then away, though with the wall at his back he has very little space to go, so they continue their torment on his clit, and he continues his torment on their hair.

Heeseung flicks his tongue fast, nearly a blur. Riki can only wonder how his jaw doesn’t hurt until their tongues slide together and then Heeseung is kissing him, the taste of Jake in both of their mouths, and his mind focuses instead on the little breaths Heeseung exhales through his nose as Riki sucks hard at his top lip.

Jake whines at the loss of contact but he also cups their cheeks and sighs, “My lovely boys. You look gorgeous together.”

Heeseung breaks away with a slick, popping noise, kissing his Cupid’s bow to conclude as they part. “Let me watch you make him come.”

Riki feels that familiar thrilling pressure to perform weigh on his shoulders, similar to what he experiences before he goes on stage. Heeseung holds Jake’s shirt against his sternum so most of his body is exposed and sets an affectionate hand on his head as Riki ducks down and puts everything he’s learned over the last few months to use.

Now that he’s gotten his mouth on Heeseung, he can confirm that Jake is definitely just sensitive and easy. It takes way less to get him going. Riki moves his thumb over his clit and slides his tongue into him. He bobs his head slightly, his tongue stiff, but focuses most of his attention on rubbing him off.

It’s kind of the failsafe way to make Jake come. He likes penetration. He’ll writhe on a cock happily and if you work him over long enough, punching up against that front wall, he’ll soak the bed, but the fastest way to get him off is external stimulation.

His stomach tightens, rippling. Riki trails his free hand down his abs, groping them. He’s got such a tight little body. Nothing bulky like Sunghoon but corded arms, stark veins, densely packed with muscle in a rather mouthwatering sleeper build.

Not that it matters because he isn’t stronger than Riki. He can wrestle Jake flat on his back and there’s nothing Jake can do about it, especially not when he’s that much shorter than Riki.

Jake yanks at his hair and Riki grunts in pain, slapping the inside of his thigh in reprimand. “Ow,” Jake huffs, releasing his grip. He hooks his hands under his own knees instead, holding himself open when his legs quiver.

Riki sucks at his hole, his fingers working tirelessly. Jake’s head thuds lightly against the wall as he drops it back, pushing his cunt up into Riki’s face. His hips are starting to gyrate against his mouth which means he’s close.

He drags his tongue up until it can flick lightly at the underside of his clit, his fingers still circling on top, and Jake hunches forward with a gasp. It takes a few more strokes before he comes without a sound.

Heeseung’s hand rests on his lower back. He pats twice, pleased when he murmurs, “Good.” The praise doesn’t do for him what it does for Jake because he doesn’t have a praise kink, but Heeseung’s approval has always been something he sought out.

When Riki pushes himself up to his knees, Heeseung is already looking at him with dark eyes. He cups Riki’s cheek, using his other hand to lift up the hem of his shirt and clean his mouth.

“Why are you suddenly mothering me like Jake,” Riki mumbles, keeping still for him.

“Mothering,” Heeseung scoffs under his breath, “Just because Jake has corrupted basic affection into mothering because he wants to be one so bad, doesn’t mean I’m doing anything of that sort.”

“He does?” Riki looks at Jake in surprise. He’s slumped back against the wall limply, legs sprawled out in front of him, half-bent. His chest moves raggedly.

Heeseung laughs, prodding his cheek. “You can’t be serious.”

“What?” Riki glances between them. Jake rolls his eyes at Heeseung’s grin.

“I bet he can’t wait to retire so he can have a litter of pups. How many do you want, Jaeyun? Four, five? Or how many ever we can fuck into you until your child-bearing days are over?”

Riki swallows whatever sound bubbles up in his throat, swearing mentally when his dick throbs. Jake just looks at Heeseung challengingly and notably does not deny it.

“Let me show you something,” Heeseung says, switching topics without ceremony. He drags Jake down by his waist until his head hits the mattress. Riki shuffles out of the way to give them space as Heeseung crawls between his legs and Jake reaches out to ask for a kiss.

Heeseung cracks a smile at his grabby hands, bending down to catch his mouth with his. Jake’s eyelashes flutter, arms circling around his neck, holding him close as they kiss, slow and languid, Heeseung’s one hand on his waist and the other planted on the bed.

Their lips part with a slight smack. Jake murmurs something and then they both laugh quietly, leaning in for a second, much more affectionate kiss.

Heeseung slips two, or three, Riki can’t see clearly, fingers into him and Jake moans, his bottom lip caught between Heeseung’s teeth. 

“You’ve probably noticed this,” he comments and Riki starts to attention when Heeseung glances at him from the corner of his eye and he realizes Heeseung is speaking to him, “but Jake is pretty sensitive. Loud, dripping wet, bruises easily, all that good stuff.”

Riki nods when it seems like Heeseung wants an acknowledgment.

“Do you know how to make him squirt?”

“Yeah,” Riki says, proud to have that under his belt. Jake snorts at his expression, turning his head away from them entirely like he doesn’t want to bear witness to this lesson.

“And do you know how to do it on the first try?”

Riki deflates. He didn’t know that was an option. “…No.”

“Watch,” Heeseung says.

He works Jake up to four fingers after he finds the lube, his pussy stretched thin around his third knuckles. It’s an obscene sight, the thick trunks of his fingers spearing Jake open, half his hand sunk inside. If he tucked his thumb in against his palm, surely the whole thing could fit inside.

“Have you ever…”

Heeseung tilts his head, gazing at him questioningly, his lips latched tight to Jake’s clit. Jake has his arms thrown over his face, his legs shifting restlessly against the bedsheets. Riki won’t be expecting a coherent thought out of him until he’s come all over Heeseung’s face.

“Have you ever fisted him?”

Heeseung doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he reaches for the lube to drizzle more, tucking his thumb in just as Riki had imagined and slowly inching his hand forward.

Jake snags his wrist the moment the tip of his thumb teases at his hole. His knees quiver uncertainly over whether or not to close. Heeseung pushes them away, deciding for him, and sinks his thumb in.

At the widest part, the last knuckle of his thumb, Jake kicks his leg out with a strained noise, his hips flexing off the bed. Riki watches as his pussy stretches impossibly wide to swallow it up, so wide he thinks it can’t possibly close again after. But then his cunt gives and Heeseung’s hand sinks in with a squelch to the base of his palm, his hole winking shut around the sudden loss of width.

Jake cups both hands over his mouth. His eyes are wide, staring up at the ceiling, the whites showing.

“Gonna throw up,” he heaves.

Heeseung kisses his clit, open-mouthed, until some of the tension leaves his frame, then thrusts his hand in and out, barely an inch.

“Nooo,” Jake moans, digging his heels into Heeseung’s back, “Too full, gonna die. Can’t breathe.”

It’s utterly nonsensical. A fist up his cunt has no bearing on breathing, but Heeseung presses down on his pelvis and Jake chokes like his lungs are being compressed.

Heeseung does something with his hand that Riki can’t see—because it’s buried in Jake, which is an absolutely wild thought—but Jake nearly shrieks in response, thrashing. He seems to be rotating his wrist upwards, from what Riki can tell. 

Jake grabs his hair, his back arching from the bed at an angle that has Riki wincing in sympathy. Heeseung grunts at the sting in his scalp, but he allows Jake the grip.

Now Riki is no expert, but taking a fist cannot be as easy as they made it look, which begs the question: How often do they do this? How often does Heeseung stuff an entire hand in Jake’s cunt?

Heeseung rocks his arm forward, fucking his fist into Jake, and he wails, scrabbling at the sheets, pinned mercilessly to the bed by Heeseung’s unrelenting arm steel-banded over his stomach.

Jake lifts his head up to peer down at him before letting it drop with a muted thump, his eyes wet. Somehow Jake can take an entire hand in his cunt without shedding a tear, but Heeseung can’t even make it past two fingers.

Jake rests his feet flat on the bed, bracing himself as Heeseung somehow puts more energy behind his thrusts, his mouth hot and tight on his clit. He looks desperate, though whether that’s to escape the assault or fuck down into it is up for debate. Heeseung twists his wrist in concise circles, producing a squelching sound each time, lube and slick bubbling at their joining in a thin ring. 

Obviously, he’s nowhere near it but Riki feels like he should be able to see a bulge in Jake’s stomach, his skin denting with Heeseung’s fist. Even though he’s watching it with his own two eyes, it feels impossible. Heeseung’s arm disappears past the wrist, and Jake is so small down there, at least he seems that way when they start. Riki doesn’t understand where he’s fitting all that length or how he can stretch that wide.

The noises are obnoxiously wet, pornographic. Jake has lost the energy to move by now, and his limbs are limp, only his stomach rising and falling at a frantic pace. He’s not hyperventilating but it’s a close thing, his tongue a bright pink resting against his lower lip.

He moans a few times, pained and breathy, thighs twitching and eyelids fluttering. Heeseung hooks his wrist up again, probably kneading against his spot, he can’t miss it really when his whole hand is in there, and redoubles the attention on his clit. 

The point was to make Jake squirt, but it catches Riki off guard when a clear stream splashes on Heeseung’s chin and forearm. Unlike Riki, he reacts right away, pulling his fist out until it’s at its widest and fucking Jake shallowly with that girth, at the same time leaning up and using his other hand to rub hard over his clit, fingers flying side-to-side. 

Jake groans, resting a hand on his mound. His eyes are closed, and his eyebrows are furrowed, mouth parted softly, looking like he’s in pain. He trembles, arching slightly off the bed as the muscles in his abdomen tighten. The blue bedsheets are soaked, a wet spot darkening and spreading. Heeseung doesn’t relent even as his forearm drips, even when Jake whimpers and his weak thighs close around his arm, pulling every last drop out of him.

At last, the energy is sapped from Jake and his thighs fall open once more. When Heeseung withdraws his fist, one last clear stream dribbles out. Before either of them can do anything else, Riki leans in to kiss Jake. He makes a noise of surprise, his lips slack for a few moments before he moves them tiredly. His hands rest limp on his stomach, too drained to exert any additional energy.

“That was so fucking hot.” Riki bites his lower lip and Jake winces half-heartedly, his eyes nearly crossed watching him as he stretches it with his teeth.

“Ow,” he mutters once Riki releases his lip, lifting a hand to touch the teeth indents. “Stop that,” he complains after, reaching down to shove at Heeseung’s arm when he inserts two fingers into him, searching to wring more out maybe.

“Hyung had his whole hand in you,” Riki says in awe, perhaps a little redundantly.

“You can try it yourself,” Heeseung offers, vacating the space between Jake’s legs and patting over his pussy. He’s gaping down there now which is expected, but seeing it is dealing Riki psychic damage. How can he ever be normal after he watched Jake’s pussy swallow up Heeseung’s fist and forearm?

Jake snaps his thighs shut. “No, he can’t. I’m not an exhibit.”

“Alright, okay,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, “You and your arbitrary pride. If I hadn’t said anything, you would’ve let him try.”

Jake eyes Riki speculatively, gaze lingering on his hands. “His palms are bigger than yours. I’ll be completely out of commission.”

“Like that’s stopped you before.”

“I’m not doing it,” Jake tells him firmly. Heeseung shrugs and raises his hands. The right one glints obscenely in the light, wet trails down to the elbow. Heeseung notices where Riki’s attention has gone then looks at Jake.

“Do you have a spare towel?”

“Closet.”

Riki watches Heeseung slip off the bed and cross the room, so he doesn’t notice Jake has moved until something wet and warm grazes the tip of his hard cock. He hadn’t realized he was hard again, way too lost in the tableau the other two were painting for him. 

Jake curls a hand around the base and peers up at him with his vixen eyes, tongue out as he slaps the tip against the flat of it. Riki blushes, ashamed by how much that turned him on, like Jake set forth a challenge he failed miserably. It’s one of those porn tricks that really shouldn’t work in real life but apparently Riki only thinks with his dick.

Jake smirks, clearly aware of the effect he’s had. He takes Riki into his mouth and angles it so that the head pushes into his cheek, a small bulge forming. Riki slams his eyes shut and groans. He can’t do this today.

“You’re evil,” he hisses. Jake pulls off and laughs, polishing his palm over the tip, and Riki’s stomach tightens, pleasure hitting him like a punch. He hunches forward, bracing a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“Stop toying with him,” Heeseung chides. Jake shrugs and releases Riki entirely. Heeseung returns to the bed with something in his hands and Riki does a double take when he recognizes the object. 

“Come here, puppy.”

Jake follows, crawling towards the headboard where Heeseung stands by the side of the bed. He bends down and steps each leg in, hiking it securely around his waist, then reaches back and tightens up the lacing with a deftness that shows his experience.

It’s cute, the harness. A lace trim along the back panels with a small bow at the top, all of it a sexy maroon. The star attraction is skin-toned and hangs heavy between his legs, somewhere around Riki’s size.

“Hands on the headboard,” Heeseung pats Jake’s butt, encouraging him forward. He listens, kneeling up and grabbing the top. Heeseung slides in behind him, immediately taking him by the hips and bringing his ass back, a gentle curve forming along Jake’s spine. 

It’s all so practiced. The two, three years of tangling together is apparent. Heeseung slips his cock in without any lube and Jake groans, hanging his head. Heeseung pushes forward and up, slowly but surely crowding Jake against the headboard as he weakens, still drained from his big orgasm.

Trapped, Jake drops his cheek to the headboard, his body shaking finely as Heeseung rocks in and out a bare inch, the rest of the strap buried inside of him.

“You’re too loose,” Heeseung comments casually, as if that really matters to him when he can’t physically feel Jake’s pussy around him, “Tighten up or I’ll get the baby alpha to help me plug you up and I don’t think you’ll enjoy it so much.”

Jake shudders and tries, but Heeseung reaches down and slides two fingers in alongside his cock, tutting, “Whore.” He slaps his cunt with the flat of his palm, landing over his clit, and Jake yelps.

“I can’t,” he pleads, “My stomach hurts from the cramps.” Riki assumes he means his abdomen cramped when he squirted because sometimes when Riki makes him come hard, Jake will hold his lower stomach like he’s in pain.

“Sore?”

Jake nods. And the fisting probably didn’t help, of course.

“Try your best,” Heeseung hums, “I’m sure Riki would love to get his cock in you, too.”

Now that’s a threat. One that Riki is more than happy to fulfill.

It’s interesting to see the switch in their dynamic. When Jake had the reins, he was condescending and authoritative, speaking for Heeseung and dismissing his tears. In contrast, Heeseung is laidback and cruel. 

Jake insists that his clit is too sensitive, that it hurts, so Heeseung toys with it between his fingers. Jake flinches from a touch to his nipples, so Heeseung rubs them red and swollen until he’s tearing up in pain. He laughs when Jake clutches his stomach and complains that he’s “hitting it.” Grins when Jake begs, “Hyung, no, please,” after coming with one hand between his legs, cupping his pussy around Heeseung’s cock like he can keep him from continuing to fuck it raw.

Regardless of who has the control, they know just how far to push, and it reminds Riki that everything he brings to the table—or the bed in this case—has probably already been explored by those two. They’ve had years to get this dance down, he’s only had a few months.

Which annoys him in some vague way. Couldn’t they have waited three years? Jake is the worst offender for sure, because at least Heeseung had the decency to fuck around with the guy he’s in love with and no one else, and that Riki can understand, but what the hell was Jake doing with the rest of the members? 

Ruffled by his contemplations, Riki draws up beside Heeseung. Heeseung glances at him with an eyebrow raised, his lips pressed to the topmost knob of Jake’s spine. “What do you want?” he asks, leaning up.

“His mouth,” Riki says sullenly, still irritated by Jake sleeping around when he was right there, if he would have just had some patience.

Heeseung pulls Jake off the headboard and spins them so Jake falls on his hands in front of Riki. He doesn’t take his cock out of him while he does so, like that separation is too much to bear. When Riki cups his chin, Jake parts his mouth obediently, eyes closed as his pink tongue glistens up at him. He feeds him the tip and his top lip adjusts to shield him from his teeth, practiced at this. 

Less than an inch sinks in before Jake is drawing off to say, “Don’t be too rough, I don’t want to lose my—”

He cuts off because Riki had taken him by the hair and gripped his jaw tight enough to halt speech, sliding his thumb in to hook his mouth open and pushing him down his cock again. “I didn’t ask you to stop,” he scolds.

Heeseung clicks his tongue and pats Jake on the ass. “Is this what you taught him? How to bully you?”

Jake obviously doesn’t reply but Riki feels a twinge of shame and mumbles, “He likes it.”

“Oh, I know. I wasn’t criticizing you. You’re only doing what he wants,” Heeseung fists Jake’s hair in one hand and shoves his head down, smiling when Jake gags, his hands flying up to Riki’s thighs to push back. Heeseung holds him there until he gives up the fight and focuses on breathing through his nose. He pets his hair into place after, “Spoiled slut.”

Riki feels a bit bad though, so he pulls back and lets Jake suck on his tip, cradling his face in both hands and rubbing his thumb over his cheeks. And to his credit, Jake is enthusiastic about sucking him off as he always is. When he’s not distracted by the way Heeseung fucks him that is. 

But with that distraction, it’s not long before he pulls off with an obscene slurp, drool spilling down his chin, and reaches back to grab Heeseung’s ass.

Riki stops breathing for a moment when Heeseung wraps his hand around the front of Jake’s throat and drags him upright. Jake’s eyelids flutter at the grip. Heeseung watches him from over Jake’s head, smiling when Riki meets his eyes.

“Don’t grip too tight,” Heeseung tells him, “Nothing dangerous. I’ll show you how to do it properly later, but even a light pressure,” He tightens his fingers and Jake tenses, stomach caving in, “works on him. It’s not really the asphyxiation that gets him going,” Heeseung explains like he’s teaching a course, his hips rolling smoothly all the while, “It’s the knowledge that he has no control over it.”

“Hyung,” Jake chokes out, shaking.

Heeseung smooths his other palm down Jake’s belly with a low, “Yeah, there you go.” He drags his fingers through the trimmed hair and rubs over his folds soothingly.

Jake breathes hard and fast through his nose, pressing back into Heeseung like he wants to escape the sensations in his body. Riki watches his orgasm overtake him, the stillness preceding it and then the sudden and violent convulsion, Heeseung the only thing holding him up. His hand is white-knuckled in a fist against his thigh, and his eyes are screwed shut. He bites his bottom lip like he’s holding in a curse after stubbing his toe. Riki almost wants to ask him if it’s even pleasure he’s feeling.

Jake releases his bottom lip with a loud gasp, eyes flying open. He heaves for breath and tears Heeseung’s hand away from his throat, crawling forward until Heeseung slides out of him, and then collapses on his side between the two of them. He’s got a hand between his thighs and the other pressed to his chest, feeling the drum of his heart.

Heeseung rubs his back, leaning down to kiss his side. His cock drags over Jake’s ass and along his hip, and he shudders in response. Heeseung laughs through his nose, “Don’t worry, I’ll take it off. I’m done.”

“Even if you aren’t, I’m done,” Jake says tiredly. He does look demolished. When Heeseung moves away to remove the strap, Riki reaches down and rolls Jake over onto his back, ignoring his complaints. He pries his hand away from his pussy, nudging his legs open to see the damage.

And damage there is. His cunt is so red and swollen Riki winces in sympathy, kissing the inside of his thigh. Jake pets his hair back, closing his eyes when Riki crawls up his body to kiss his mouth after.

“No fair. You only let Heeseung hyung fuck you.”

“No fair?” Jake keeps his eyes closed but he scoffs, fingers running through his hair, “Are you a child?”

“I don’t know, do I feel like one?” He lowers his hips between Jake’s legs, watching his expression twitch and his eyes slit open.

“You sure sound like one,” Jake retorts. He pushes Riki off of him and he sprawls by Jake’s drawn up feet. He wraps a hand around his ankle but gazes at Heeseung. 

Heeseung had removed the strap and wrapped it in the towel he used to wipe his hand earlier, setting it down on the ground. He sits near the end of the bed, looking zoned out. Tired, undoubtedly, after a workout. He’s got a bit of that old man spirit in him, doesn’t really like exertion nor does he have a large mental stamina. Physically he can keep up, no problem, they dance ten hours a day, but mentally… Heeseung checks out if he doesn’t find it necessary. 

It’s too bad for him. Riki moves towards him after a quick glance at Jake. 

“Hyung, is it okay if I just…” His mouth says ‘is it okay’ but his body doesn’t wait around long enough to hear a reply. He grabs Heeseung by the waist and flips him onto his front.

Of course, after the initial startled shout, Heeseung draws himself up onto his hands and knees, which is what Riki had wanted, and looks over his shoulder with his eyebrows lowered in anger. His pride as the eldest rears its head but it doesn’t last long when Riki crowds over his back, reaching down between them.

“Riki,” Heeseung says in alarm, the next words dying out in a gasp as Riki sinks into him. His elbows give out and he falls to his forearms, hanging his head between his shoulders. His neck steadily flushes red. Riki grabs his ankle when he tries to crawl forward, dragging him back. 

“Where are you going?” He laughs.

Heeseung buries his face against the bed with a humiliated noise, hands forming fists in the sheets.

“Ah, hyung hates doggy style,” Jake sighs, reaching out to bury a hand in Heeseung’s hair, “Thinks it’s too demeaning.”

Riki observes the smooth plane of his back, the broad shoulders that taper into a lithe waist. A few moles dot his skin. Riki runs a finger down his spine to watch him shiver, holding his waist tight to pull him back against his hips. 

“Seems kind of unfair when he has no problems putting you in that position,” Riki says.

Jake smiles when Riki looks at him. “Well, he’s a hypocritical little slut so it’s not that surprising.” Heeseung silently grips the sheets tighter in response to that, and Jake snorts. “He’s in denial,” he explains, “Thinks he’s above being cock-drunk.” The expression on Jake’s face makes it perfectly clear what he thinks of that.

Riki considers this dilemma for a moment before deciding on a solution. He leans over Heeseung and grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up. Heeseung cries out, reaching up to tug at his wrist, though the attempt is fruitless since he only ends up pulling at his own hair more. “Are you insane,” Heeseung splutters, wincing in between his words, “Riki, let go! Who said you can treat your hyung this way?”

“Is it good?” Riki asks Jake, ignoring him, “Can you see his face?”

Jake sits up on his elbows in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“You said he was hypocritical and in denial, and I think it’s unfair that he won’t take what he dishes out, so,” Riki shrugs and nods down at Heeseung, “payback. You can watch his face while I fuck him.”

“Riki,” Heeseung says through his teeth, “Don’t you dare.” Riki wishes he could see his expression. Whatever Jake finds on his face causes a smile to bloom, lop-sided and pitiless.

Jake catches his eye. “Make him cry,” he orders.

Riki ducks his head with a grin, “Yessir.”

To Heeseung’s credit he holds out for one entire minute, but then Jake smirks and leans in, licking at his cheek, and Riki knows the first tear has fallen. Riki readjusts his grip on his hair and Heeseung muffles noises of pain at the strain on his scalp. He’s got an arm twisted back to clamp down on Riki’s forearm, holding the arm that drags him back by the waist to meet each thrust. His other palm is braced on the bed, stabilizing him as his body bounces.

Jake kisses him in random intervals, brushing his hair off his forehead and cradling his cheek with a sickeningly pleased glint in his eyes. Eventually he reaches under Heeseung, his fingers feeling along his stretched hole. He watches Heeseung intently as he teases a finger in next to Riki’s cock, just until the first knuckle. Heeseung panics, struggling between them. Jake takes pity on him, removing his finger and trailing it up to his clit. 

He holds Heeseung’s chin as he strokes his clit, smiling when tears finally pour out of him with a hiccup. Heeseung shakes his head miserably and tries to push away Jake’s hand, but he resists, rubbing faster until Heeseung sobs through an orgasm.

Jake watches his face when he comes with rapt attention, his eyes bright and entranced. He wipes some of Heeseung’s tears away, then puts his thumb in his mouth to taste the salt. Heeseung shakes his head again, tears dripping off his chin, and Riki can see his side profile—his scrunched eyebrows, the silent, pained gasp his mouth is set in, lips red and wet.  

Riki waits a few moments before he pulls out slowly. Not to show Heeseung mercy even though he seems to think so given his relieved sigh, but because he has something else in mind.

Heeseung doesn’t look like he’s in any state to move himself, so Riki glances at Jake and tilts his head towards the floor. Jake gets the message after a second, parting from Heeseung with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Riki leans down and wraps his arms around Heeseung’s waist, shuffling back until he can put his hyung’s feet on the ground. It speaks to how exhausted he is that he doesn’t even protest the manhandling this time around, just sinks to his knees next to Jake.

“I’m not making you blow me,” Riki eases Heeseung’s concern when he notices him looking at his hard dick fearfully, “Jake told me you suck at giving head because you have no practice.”

“Hyung,” Jake gripes, “Jake hyung.”

Whatever. Riki sits at the edge of the bed and draws Jake in by the chin, guiding his mouth down onto his cock. Jake peers up at him, his lip corners stretched tight. He wraps a hand around the base and bobs his head slowly, his eyes closing in concentration when Riki nudges past his gag reflex.

Heeseung sways on his knees before dropping his head against Jake’s shoulder blade. They must have really worn him out. He’s got his eyes half-shut, watching Jake suck him off with bleary vision.

Riki leans back on his palms, his head lolling with a soft moan. Now that Jake’s full attention is on the task at hand, no longer distracted by something in his cunt, Riki can feel his spine turning to liquid and his soul slowly getting sucked out of his body. He was made to give head, there isn’t any other way to say it. His lips. God, his lips. What do they call it? DSL? Well Jake has a fatal case of it.

Riki dips his finger into the corner of Jake’s mouth, tugging it wider. Jake’s breathing stutters and he glances up at Riki with slight nervousness. Not wanting to be so cruel to his favorite hyung who was rather good for him this evening, Riki removes the finger. Another time he can test the limits of Jake’s mouth.

The knot in his gut tightens dangerously and he slides out of Jake’s mouth, smiling when he gazes up at him in confusion, looking slightly offended to be cut short. Heeseung’s eyelids slipped shut at some point, and Riki enjoys watching them fly open in a flash of panic when he grabs him by the hair once more, tugging his head up.

“Stop it,” Heeseung pleads, clinging weakly to his wrist. He looks terribly exhausted, and it must be fraying his nerves, because his voice is wobbly, and his eyes are wet with tears. “What do you want from me?”

“Just sit still and look pretty,” Riki cajoles, his cock twitching in his hand at Heeseung’s pathetic state. Heeseung drops his gaze down, watching him get himself off. It takes a moment for the situation to click but then his eyes widen, and he tries to jerk back and flee, but he’s still caught by the hair and he’s spitting in a hurried tone, “No. No, Riki, not my face, not my—”

Heeseung flinches and sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes screw shut. Riki brings him closer to smear a streak of cum over his cheekbone and Heeseung trembles, digging his nails into his own thighs. He gasps for air when Riki releases his hair, like he was being suffocated.

When he lifts a shaky hand up to wipe his face, Jake holds it down. Heeseung looks at him in betrayal, then wields a humiliated gaze on Riki when he says, “I should take a picture.” He doesn’t follow through with that comment, though. “Should we go for one more round, hyung?” he asks instead, his smile teasing.

Heeseung grabs the first thing he can find—discarded pants—and swings it at his face. Riki dodges too late, and it catches the side of his face with a sting. “I deserved that,” he acknowledges.

Reaching for Riki’s shirt, Heeseung uses it to wipe his face clean. Riki wishes he would’ve let the cum remain a little longer so he could really soak in the sight, but, eh, they can just recreate it.

He flops onto his back, tired since he was the one who put in the most physical effort. He thinks he landed right in Jake’s wet spot but moving is more effort than he is capable of. Jake crawls onto the bed and lays down next to him, curled on his side. Heeseung eventually sprawls out on his stomach, occupying the remaining space. None of them have the energy to make it past the bed at the moment, let alone clean up. 

Riki stares at the ceiling, his mind mostly empty. A stray thought passes through like a lone cloud on a sunny day.

“Hyung, I have a question.”

“Mhh?” That’s Heeseung. 

“What do you want now?” Jake.

“I’m just curious… Is scissoring real?”

When Riki wakes up the following morning his thighs are tight with the pain of overuse. Against his spine is Heeseung’s warm back as they lay curled away from each other. In his arms is Jake, though he sleeps leaning far away from Riki, like his unconscious wanted space.

He has on boxers and nothing else which is good because even with a single article of clothing he is overheating between his hyungs. But the warmth is welcoming in its own way, and he tightens his arms, bringing Jake closer to nuzzle into him. 

Memories from last night start pouring in. There was a lot that occurred—he did have a whole threesome—but what sticks with him are these few things:

1. He should make Heeseung cry more often.
2. He should probably also make Jake cry more often.
3. Apparently, scissoring is real and not just a porn trope but if he wants to watch Heeseung and Jake do it, he has to be on his best behavior for the next two months.
   1. At least that’s what Heeseung said. Jake had initially said something about objectification and fetishization, and his points had seemed rather valid, but Heeseung mentioned tying Riki up and making him watch and that had convinced Jake.
4. Heeseung fit his fist and part of his forearm inside of Jake and that was not some fantastical, erotic fever dream on Riki’s part. That actually happened. (He still needs to know how often they do that for Jake to take it so familiarly.)
5. Heeseung hyung loves him.
6. In a very serious way.
7. As in he’s in love with him.
8. Capital L love.
9. And Riki’s not making that up.

The confession itself had been rather anticlimactic:

Jake had sat up and groaned at the pressure on his hips, stretching his arms over his head. Heeseung had glanced at him and then slowly rolled over onto his back, but Riki hadn’t bothered to move a muscle.

“It’s like I was wrung dry like a sponge,” Jake had said, “I’m going to be feeling this for days.”

“If you feel like that, then what should I feel,” Heeseung had mumbled with his eyes closed. He had an arm above his head, his skin still flushed red despite the time to cool down.

“Poor hyung. Were we mean to you?”

“Extremely,” Heeseung had muttered, shamelessly accepting the faux-sympathy, “Was it bullying your hyung day and I was unaware of it?”

“We were a little rough,” Riki had acknowledged as he finally joined the conversation.

Jake had snorted in response, “We? You act like it was fifty-fifty.”

Riki had shrugged as best he could in his supine position, “Okay, mostly me.” He’d glanced over at Heeseung, tilting his head up and to the side, “But why did you allow it? You let me push and push and push.” Another thought had occurred to him, something he had nearly forgotten in the midst of all this, “And if you need Jake’s permission to have sex with other people, why not with me?”

It was not Heeseung who had answered, but Jake.

“You’re not stupid, Riki,” he’d said, squeezing his bicep.

Heeseung’s eyes had been closed the entire time, and they remained so. He hadn’t twitched at any of Riki’s questions or Jake’s reply. In fact, Riki would have thought he was sleeping if his breathing were not too shallow.

Regardless, Riki is very much not stupid. “How much do you love me, hyung?”

He had been grinning as he asked, and maybe it had leaked into his voice because Heeseung’s expression had tightened with displeasure and he’d draped his forearm over his face, pointedly ignoring him.

“You do love me, right?” Riki had checked after a stretch of silence, starting to doubt that he understood the signs correctly.

“Not if you keep talking,” Heeseung had replied, rolling onto his side so his back faced Riki, “Now shut up and let me rest.”

Riki had looked at his pale back, the long curve of his spine and his broad shoulders. “Hyung, are you into somnophilia? Jake hyung is.”

“I’ll kill you, Riki,” Heeseung had said conversationally, which was answer enough.

“He gets a little touchy after we’re done when he’s on the receiving end,” Jake had said in a consoling voice, reaching out to pat Riki’s head like he was a wrongfully scolded puppy.

“So does that mean somnophilia is on the table…?” 

(Riki would like to take a moment here to defend himself. Somnophilia was something Jake introduced him to. Riki was an innocent child of God before Jake got his hands on him and the kinkiest thing he knew was reverse cowgirl. Or at least he likes to tell himself that.)

“Oh no, he really will kill you,” Jake had raised his eyebrows, shaking his head, “Hyung isn’t adventurous.”

“When it’s his ass on the line, you mean, because yours is fair game,” Riki had finished for him, because Jake had to have learned he liked somnophilia from somewhere. Jake had shrugged and nodded in a ‘what can you do’ kind of way. Not that Jake of all people would find it burdensome when some of the things he wants Riki to try feel as though they should be writing a legal contract beforehand so Riki doesn’t get sued for some form of violence and/or abuse.

He’d turned onto his front and crawled his way over to Heeseung, clinging to his back. “Get off,” Heeseung had complained, his elbow aiming for Riki’s guts, but the attempt had proved weak and ineffective, “Off, Riki.”

“Hyung, if you keep moving against me like that, you’ll make me hard again,” Riki had whispered, though not quietly enough because Jake had snorted with laughter. Heeseung had stilled and sighed and closed his eyes even tighter as if wishing for sleep to come and take him at once.

“Just—Behave,” Heeseung had said, in resignation, “I’m really tired and I want to sleep for thirty minutes before I move.”

“Riki, let hyung rest. Come help me clean up,” Jake had said, tugging at his arm, “Hyung didn’t sleep well last night, leave him be.”

“Only if you tell me you love me,” Riki had clung to Heeseung, knowing neither of his hyungs had the strength to pry him off even on a good day, “Say you love me.”

Heeseung had stayed silent for a minute, perhaps hoping to wear Riki out, but he must have never met Riki before to think he could out-stubborn him. Eventually, he’d caved with a soft sigh. “I love you, Riki,” he’d said quietly, and Riki’s heart had exploded.

He had flattened Heeseung on his back and hovered over him. Heeseung had groaned in the back of his throat, his palm coming up to his chest, though he had not put any force behind it. “Tell me to my face,” Riki had demanded, or maybe the correct word was begged, “Look at me when you say it.”

Heeseung had squinted at him, his eyebrows knitted together. He’d blinked a few times, looking more and more sleepy with the dragging seconds. Even his pride and irritation had already gone to take a nap, so Riki had been left with mellow compliance.

“Loveyou,” Heeseung had mumbled, his voice faint and jumbled, before his eyes had cleared for a moment and he’d looked at Riki very sincerely, confessing, “I’m in love with you, Riki.”

Riki had stared at him until Heeseung had fallen asleep, only moving when Jake had dragged him off the bed.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Jake had asked as they stripped the bed of all the damp sheets, maneuvering Heeseung’s log-like body around, “Of course hyung loves you.”

“I know that much,” Riki had defended himself, “But loving someone and being in love are two different things. He’s never… He never treated me any differently.”

“Ah,” Jake had looked thoughtful at this comment, “He’s like that. He doesn’t show much, but he feels a lot deeply. You’re his, hm,” He’d paused in tugging on his shorts, dressing so they could leave the room and put the sheets for washing, “You’re his baby puma.”

Riki had made a face. Not very romantic or sexy.

“The way he feels about you is gentle and… pure,” Jake had said. He’d pressed a hand to his stomach, “When I think about my love for you, I feel it here. But when he talks about you, it’s here,” He moves his hand over his heart, “I think you struck him very deeply. Sometimes, it seems like he doesn’t know what to do with the love he has for you.”

“You guys have talked about me?”

Jake had shot him a look. “Of course we have.”

Riki had nodded as he accepted this, turning back to something Jake had said before. “Is your love for me pure?”

“I want to say yes,” Jake had been balling up the sheets in his arms as he spoke, “because I took care of you. I raised you in a way, for better or for worse, more than anyone else. I didn’t feel motherly about it, even though Heeseung hyung likes to joke that’s the case, but I did feel something. But then you got older, and you started looking at me the way you do, and it changed. What I felt for you, it changed.”

“And how do I look at you?” Riki had asked, pulling on his boxers. He’d wanted to hear it from Jake’s mouth because he’d always been curious to know how Jake saw him, how he viewed the progression in Riki and their relationship.

Jake had looked at him innocently as he answered, “Like an animal.”

Riki had been speechless at first but then he’d grinned and moved towards Jake, taking him into his arms despite his minor protest. “An animal? So, what did you do in response? How did you change?”

Jake had huffed and slid his palms over Riki’s shoulders, “I let you eat me. And I enjoy it.”

Of course, Riki had needed to confirm this for himself, so they had left Heeseung to nap and used the empty bathroom to validate Jake’s statement. As it turns out, Jake enjoys it thoroughly.

“I can hear you thinking,” Jake mumbles, disturbing him from his thoughts. He must have been thinking very loudly if it was enough to rouse Jake. His two omega hyungs sleep long, hard hours anytime they have the chance. 

Jake had said once that it was due to omegan biology, but Sunghoon had snorted and said, “No, it’s not. You’re just a baby,” and Heeseung had only shrugged when Riki had turned to him for clarification, so to date Riki still doesn’t know if it’s an omega thing or a his hyungs thing, and he’s slightly afraid to ask in case he comes across as offensive.

He reaches out and hugs Jake to him, cutting the distance he once more put between them as he woke up. Jake sighs in resignation and takes the opportunity to hook his foot behind Riki’s calves.

After Riki had eaten him out in the shower last night and Jake had come so hard he’d had to sit on the floor while clutching his stomach and complaining of cramps, they’d woken Heeseung up so they could finish cleaning. Surprisingly, underneath all the sheets, the mattress had been spared.

“Bought a mattress protector for us after I learned Jake could squirt,” Heeseung had told him, patting the blue pad on the bare bed that Riki had belatedly realized was not part of the actual mattress, “Worth the investment.”

Riki had made a mental note to buy one for his own bed. Heeseung had smirked and said, “I’ll send you the link.”

“Still thinking,” Jake says, rolling over to look at him. Riki leans in and presses his lips to his jaw, before moving up to bury a kiss in his hair. “What’s up with you?” Jake says in amusement. 

“Nothing. Just happy,” Riki says. Jake hums, resting his cheek against his chest as he cuddles closer with a sigh. Riki could die happy right now, though he’d be even happier if Heeseung turned around and he could see his hyung’s beautiful face one more time before he passed.

“You think hyung will wake up any time soon?” Riki asks.

“You can wake him up,” Jake says, able to decipher his real worry, “He won’t get mad at you.”

“He was mad at Sunoo hyung like two days ago.”

Jake looks at him pointedly, “Have you ever seen him get mad at you?”

Once or twice, yes, but he knows what Jake means. 

“No,” he mumbles. Heeseung rarely does. His patience is quite short, all things considered, but he always finds a new rope of it for Riki.

“Oh, baby,” Jake breaks into a smile at whatever expression he adopts, holding the back of his neck and pressing a kiss to his Cupid’s bow, “Baby, my baby. I love you so much.” He pushes Riki onto his back and swings a leg over his waist. “Hyung loves you so much.”

Riki feels a little overwhelmed, cradling Jake’s hips as he plants close-mouthed pecks all over his face. It’s not unusual but it’s not often that Jake is this blatantly verbally affectionate with him. Physically, he’s all over Riki, with his touch and his actions, but words are harder to come by.

Heeseung shifts next to him, groaning quietly as he begins to wake. Maybe due to the bed shaking as Riki and Jake moved or from the peal of laughter that spills from Jake when Riki drags his hands up his sides too high and it tickles him.

“Morning, hyung,” he murmurs when Heeseung splays out on his back, blinking his eyes open a few times and sighing tiredly. Heeseung’s gaze drifts to the side from the ceiling, locking onto him. Well, him and Jake, since he’s still on his lap.

“Morning,” he whispers in reply, his eyes slipping shut again.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Jake says, glancing over his shoulder to look at the clock on his desk, “It’s time to wake up.”

Heeseung grumbles, curling up on his side and stuffing his hand under his head. This time he faces Riki, and he can see the long, graceful sweep of his eyelashes over the tops of his cheeks. His thin, red lips and tall nose and the mole on his forehead that peeks through his hair. 

Should it be weird, Riki wonders. It hadn’t been weird after he and Jake first had sex, but it’s hard to feel awkward around Jake as a rule. He fills the room with too much warmth to be anything less than comfortable. Heeseung hyung, on the other hand, is awkward sometimes. It’s not a bad thing, it makes him human like the rest of them. No one can be good at everything.

Jake prods his forehead. “I can hear you,” he says with narrowed eyes, “Stop it.”

“I can smell you,” Heeseung adds on top of that, his eyes closed, and Jake nods. That makes Riki flush in embarrassment. There’s no point in him overthinking this if neither of them cares to be. He might as well just ask.

“So, uh,” He glances between them, slipping one hand under Jake’s shirt to cup his stomach, “What’s the deal?”

“The deal?” Jake repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“You know…” It seems like no one wants to put him out of his misery, so he finishes with, “What are we?”

“Dating, I’d assume. Now that you two have finally resolved your sexual tension,” Jake points between them with a judgmental finger, his expression dry, “And emotional, too.”

Heeseung squints one eye open and looks unrepentant.

“I hope your battle of prides was worth it,” Jake snorts.

Riki pokes his belly button and grins when Jake flinches with a yelp, slapping at him. “I think we can agree Heeseung hyung lost.”

“I never agreed to that,” Heeseung says, gently swatting the back of his hand against Riki’s shoulder.

“Well, someone came five times last night and said ‘I’m in love with you, Riki’ and it wasn’t me.”

Heeseung’s mouth falls shut. He blinks and stays silent. Jake starts laughing, “That’s some post-nut regret if I’ve ever seen it.”

Heeseung glares at him half-heartedly, before transferring a wounded look on Riki. “You never said it back.”

Riki rewinds the tape and realizes he honestly hadn’t. “Oh. Sorry, hyung. I hope you know I’m in love with you, too.”

Heeseung buries a pleased smile into his pillow.

“Okay now that we’re all in love with each other and happy, let’s get up.” Jake climbs off Riki and the bed. “Brush your teeth,” he whines when neither of them moves, “Does no one want to kiss me?”

Riki leaps from Heeseung’s bed. “I volunteer.”

Heeseung breathes out deeply and then struggles up from the bed, groaning every other second about his sore body.

“Because I feel so revitalized right now,” Jake scoffs, pinching his arm, “Stop acting like a baby, we’re all sore.”

“Actually, I’m not tha—”

“Shut up, Riki,” Jake says.

He shuts up.

Sunghoon is just about to exit the bathroom when they crowd by the open door. He stops, his broad frame filling the doorway. His hair is parted over his forehead and he’s wearing a sleeveless gym shirt and sweatpants. Riki appreciates the view for a moment then nearly feels guilty about it until he notices Jake doing the same.

When Heeseung tries to slip by him to enter, he extends his arm, resting his hand against the jamb, and cuts him off. Heeseung eyes him then falls back.

“I think the entire apartment building heard you three last night,” Sunghoon says, his voice stern as he looks between them, mostly Riki and Jake because he’s too respectful of Heeseung’s age to try and lecture him directly.

“We were in my room,” Jake replies, confused, “You couldn’t have heard us from here. That’s impossible.”

“I was having dinner with Jungwon and Sunoo. Trying to, at least,” Sunghoon amends tightly, looking sour, “Over the sounds of you having sex.”

His thick eyebrows have drawn together, and his lips curve down. His face is cold with reproach. “I’m happy for you three, truly. But if you’re that obnoxiously loud again, I’ll make sure you regret it. I’m serious.” He looks at Jake squarely, “I’ll call your mother, Jaeyun, don’t think I won’t.”

Jake pales. It’s a solid threat. Especially since his mother is so fond of Sunghoon. Sunoo has a running theory that she wants them to get married, which makes Sunghoon very smug. Riki understands. He’d want his child to get married to an alpha like Sunghoon, too.

Sunghoon scans all three of them before nodding, satisfied with his work. “Dance practice is in two hours in case you forgot. Be ready by then,” He hesitates for a second, “I hope you guys finally figured it out last night. The least you could do after putting us through that commotion.”

“We did,” Heeseung says, subdued, and Sunghoon finally smiles. 

“Good, I’m glad. It was getting painful to watch.” He retracts his arm and Heeseung and Riki turn sideways to let him through. He squeezes Jake’s shoulder as he passes, his hand trailing and brushing over his neck.

Whatever it means, Jake seems to know because his scent brightens, and he watches Sunghoon leave. When he turns back around, Heeseung and Riki are looking at him.

“Is it just me,” Jake talks quietly but his eyes are mischievous, “or was that kinda hot?”

Riki deflates. “Oh, thank god. I thought I was the only one.”

Heeseung snorts and enters the bathroom, and they file in behind him, still talking. 

“No,” Jake sighs, “Unfortunately not. God, when he furrows his eyebrows like that and frowns, I want him to be mad at me more. He’s never mad.”

“No need to brag,” Riki smirks when Jake flusters and tries to deny it, “But I know what you mean. It’s sexy when he’s strict.”

“Would you ever sleep with him?” Jake asks. Heeseung rolls his eyes in the background, toothbrush already in his mouth. “Like if we weren’t part of the equation.”

Riki thinks about it. “I’d let him fuck me,” he decides.

Jake’s eyes light up, “You’d bottom for him?”

“Have you seen him?” Riki asks. Heeseung looks more intrigued by this part of the discussion.

“Yes,” Jake’s lips twitch in amusement, “I’ve seen him.”

It takes a moment for Riki to remember they’ve slept together but then abruptly, he’s jealous of Jake. He’s already laid claim to Jake—forgive his alpha-speak—so Sunghoon is no longer a threat (though he’s still somewhat worried they might get married anyway), which means now he’s left with the intolerable feeling of Jake one-upping him.

“Can I have a hall pass?” Riki asks, looking from Jake to Heeseung and then back, because Heeseung had no problem with Jake sleeping around, but Jake had strict instructions.

Yet, contrary to expectation, Jake says, “Yeah, sure,” with a casual nod whereas Heeseung’s eyes darken, and he removes his toothbrush to ask, “Why?” suspiciously.

“Oh,” Jake says, reading Riki’s surprise off his face, “Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I’m not the possessive one. It seems counterintuitive ‘cause I’m the one sleeping around and he’s the one who’s not allowed to, but hyung’s way more possessive than I am.”

“So, the control and permission are—”

“To get us off,” Jake shrugs, “No logic to horny. In the romance department though,” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder, “Hyung’s got the monopoly on possessiveness.”

Heeseung swats his ass in reprimand which only pulls a snicker out of Jake as he turns and kisses Heeseung’s shoulder in apology. “You know it’s true.”

“Okay, but why is my hall pass falling under romance if yours is about sex,” Riki tilts his head, confused by the reasoning.

Heeseung busies himself with brushing his teeth, looking in the mirror and pretending not to hear anything. Jake stares at his back for half a minute but then gives up when he refuses to speak, reclaiming his translator position.

“Because he thinks you like Sunghoon.”

That gives Riki pause.

“He’s always thought you liked Sunghoon,” Jake corrects himself, leaning next to Heeseung against the bathroom sink.

Riki presses his lips together and makes a face. Well…

Heeseung huffs, spitting his toothpaste out in the sink. At his ongoing silence, he glances at Jake, looking validated.

“I mean, okay, wait,” Riki should clarify before he gets the wrong idea, “It’s not like feelings, it’s not the way I feel about you two. It’s just a… crush.” Heeseung looks at him pointedly and Riki gestures helplessly. “You know. I’m not watering it or trying to make it grow, it’s just fun to feel.”

“No, I get it,” Jake says, crossing his arms, “It’s a little thrill but there’s no commitment to it.”

“Yeah. He looks nice and acts nice and it… It pleases my eyes.”

“‘Pleases my eyes,’” Heeseung scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. He turns to Riki, patting his mouth dry with a hand towel, “And you want to sleep with him, why?”

“Because Jake got to,” Riki whines, “And that’s not fair.”

Jake stares at him for a beat, his eyes wide, before he bursts into laughter. He folds over, clutching Heeseung’s hip for support. “You’re such a child,” he gasps. He’s too entertained to pay the lack of a ‘hyung’ any mind.

Heeseung rubs a hand over his eyes, looking pained but also reluctantly amused. “So, it’s a competition.”

“Of course it’s a competition,” Riki says in offense, “Why does he get to sleep with Sunghoon hyung and I can’t?”

“Boohoo,” Jake jeers, “Your life is so sad, you only get to fuck two omegas whenever you want.”

“It’s not fair,” Riki insists, “Whatever Jake hyung does, I should be able to do.”

“Jake hyung also slept with Sunoo,” Jake raises an eyebrow at him, a smirk flitting over his lips, “Are you going to sleep with Sunoo?”

Riki grimaces, “No. Sunoo hyung scares me. I didn’t know he was like that,” he says, referring to the glimpse he got into his sex life that one time. His very sadistic sex life, apparently.

Heeseung grins, making space in front of the sink for Jake to brush, “Oh, he’s worse than that. If you ever need help controlling this one,” He pats Jake’s ass, “You should ask him.”

Jake fixes Heeseung with a poisonous look, the why would you tell him that loud and clear.

“Anyway, I’ll think about it,” Heeseung says, rerouting their conversation, “About that hall pass.”

Riki smiles slowly. When he takes one step forward, Heeseung looks at him like he’s considering taking one step back. But his hyung remains where he stands, sighing through his nose when Riki snakes his arms around him and kisses up his neck, lingering over his pulse.

“How about this,” Riki offers, his mouth pressed to the skin below his ear, “If I’m on my best behavior for two whole months, I get to watch you guys scissor and you can watch Sunghoon hyung fuck me.”

“You’re assuming he’ll say yes,” Heeseung says.

Riki pulls away so they can see each other. “Hyung,” he says.

Heeseung looks at him for a moment before looking away, his nonverbal concession.

“Fine. I’ll take that deal. I do want to watch.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a pervert.”

“Like you’re any better,” Heeseung scolds, pinching his waist, and Riki jerks with a whine, laughing into his neck.

“Fucking Riki while we both watch is probably one of Hoonie’s wet dreams,” Jake wipes his hands dry, then reaches for Heeseung’s neck so he can pull him down into a long kiss.

Heeseung hums, taking control of the rhythm, one hand falling to Jake’s waist, though he drapes his other arm around Riki’s shoulder. He leans in hard, and his tongue pushes into Jake’s mouth, tilting his head for a better, deeper angle.

Riki really needs to brush, like right now, because he is missing out on some prime time action. He ducks out of Heeseung’s half-embrace and brushes as fast as he dares to.

By the time he turns around, Heeseung has Jake backed up against a wall. A hand around his throat tilting his head up, the other shoved down the front of his underwear. Jake gasps quietly into Heeseung’s mouth, their lips brushing but not quite touching. His eyebrows are knitted, and his eyes are tight at the corners like he’s in pain or concentrating, mouth parted for those airy gasps.

Heeseung observes his expression, every flicker and twitch, his wrist working slowly, back and forth, in Jake’s boxers.

He pauses and then he must add another finger, because Jake bites his lip and cants his hips forward with a small moan, his mouth falling open once again when this time Heeseung takes to slow, hard thrusts, the muffled sound of skin slapping like a homing beacon in the bathroom.

“Oh,” Jake says, curling in on himself, or trying to, “Oh, fuck.” His eyelids flutter and close and Riki can see his eyes roll behind them because he finds himself at Heeseung’s back, watching.

Jake breathes out harshly through his mouth like he’s trying to regain control over himself, but Heeseung does something with his hand that leaves him trembling. Riki reaches around Heeseung to drag his shirt up, because he likes to see the way Jake’s stomach tightens when they’re having sex.

If Heeseung’s sideways smile is anything to go by, he approves.

“Ah, no,” Jake speaks up suddenly, shaking his head, “I’m gonna come, stop. I don’t wanna come,” He covers Heeseung’s hand with his own, over his underwear, gripping too weakly to hinder him in any way, “No, don’t make me come. I can’t take any more.”

His abdomen starts to tense, caving in. He’s close. Riki can see the weight he shifts to rest more firmly against the wall, his legs weakened at the knees. Heeseung tightens his fingers around his throat as he keeps his pace, so it’s expected when Jake stiffens with a cut-off gasp, coming all over his hand. His thighs tremble when Heeseung keeps fucking him, albeit at a slower pace, trying to shut, and he’s twitching through the aftershocks. 

When Heeseung lets up after he’s tugged at his forearm enough times, Jake’s legs give out. Heeseung catches him one-handed and lowers him gently to the floor where he sits bowed forward, with his knees drawn up and knocking together. He’s clutching his stomach again. 

“I hate having sex with you guys,” Jake says weakly, “Weeks of abstinence so I can stop being sore, and you ruined it in one night.”

“Sorry,” Heeseung says, without a shred of remorse.

“Leave me alone,” Jake whines when Riki crouches down in front of him. He parts Jake’s legs and cups his face, leaning in to kiss him. “Mmph,” Jake complains, but his hands curl around Riki’s neck to hold him close.

“And another thing,” Heeseung belatedly remembers, nudging Riki’s ankle, “Wear some clothes from now on. Stop walking around naked.”

“Told you he’s possessive, didn’t I?” Jake mumbles against his lips. Riki smiles. He likes it. He aims his smile up at Heeseung and says, “Why? Jealous? Don’t want anyone looking?”

Heeseung sinks his fingers into his hair and grips, just this side of too tight. He yanks Riki’s head back at an angle that strains his neck, hard eyes boring into his. “I might have been lenient last night, but don’t fucking push it. You’re going to listen without asking questions when hyung tells you to do something.”

Riki is breathless for a heartbeat or five.

“Got it?” Heeseung presses, his voice dark.

He’s never spoken to Riki this way before. Hell, he’s never spoken to any of them this way before, not that Riki has heard.

“Yes, hyung,” he says quietly. His hand comes up to hold the back of Heeseung’s knee. Heeseung loosens his grip, his expression softening now that he’s been obeyed. He pets Riki’s hair into place, his other hand hanging by his side, glistening with Jake’s cum.

“I can’t have you forgetting your manners,” Heeseung explains, cupping his cheek affectionately, like a misbehaving dog you can’t find in yourself to be too mad at, “Hyung expects good behavior when we’re not playing. So, when you’re done here, you’re gonna go to your room and put on clothes. I don’t care if the shirt is sleeveless or if you’re wearing shorts, but you’re not going to walk around in just your boxers anymore.”

“Yes, hyung,” Riki breathes, leaning the side of his face against Heeseung’s leg, hugging it with one arm.

“Hoonie was checking you out just now,” Jake informs him, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Was he?” Riki asks, flattered.

“Mhm,” Jake flicks his eyes up to Heeseung with a knowing smirk, “You couldn’t smell how annoyed hyung was?”

Heeseung meets his gaze while carding his fingers through Riki’s hair, his face even and neutral. “Annoyed,” Riki echoes, setting his chin on Heeseung’s thigh to peer at him. Heeseung looks down at the movement, smiling a little as he rubs his thumb under his eye. He pulls Riki tall on his knees and bends to kiss him, though it’s short and he places a hand in front of his face after. The same one he used to finger Jake. He offers it to Riki like a treat, both eyebrows raised in a go on. 

Stretching his tongue out, he laps at the pads of his fingers, tasting a slight tang. “Nasty,” Jake hisses. Riki takes each individual finger into his mouth, sucking them clean without missing a beat. Heeseung kisses him after as a reward.

“Go get dressed,” he tells him, ushering Riki on, “We’ll be in the kitchen once Jaeyun figures out how to use his legs again.”

Riki snickers at the sulky glare Jake shoots Heeseung. “It’s your fault,” he huffs, hugging his legs to his chest.

He leaves as Heeseung kneels next to Jake to help him up and gets batted at for his troubles. He pulls on a plain shirt and basketball shorts he’s fairly sure previously belonged to either Sunghoon or Jungwon that he stole two years back.

On his way to the kitchen, he nearly collides with Jay. They try to step around each other but end up stepping the same direction three times. Jay sighs in irritation and grabs the front of his shirt. With Riki within his grasp, he doesn’t seem to want to let him go any time soon, scrutinizing him carefully.

“I heard you, Jake, and Heeseung hyung ruined dinner last night.”

“That’s an exaggeration. You know Sunghoon hyung can be melodramatic sometimes.”

“That was what Jungwon told me,” Jay says flatly.

“Oh…” Riki trails off, “Um. I mean—” Jay clears his throat, cutting through his excuses. “Sorry,” he says meekly.

“I’m not the one you have to apologize to. Anyway, go on.”

Jay hasn’t released him. Riki glances around the hallway, confused, “Go where?”

“No, about what you concluded. Did you guys work something out?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, we… Dating,” Riki says stiltedly, “They’re dating me.”

“You’re dating them,” Jay repeats back to him.

Riki nods.

Jay studies him silently. “Well,” He releases Riki’s shirt and smooths down the wrinkles, “Don’t fuck it up. And if you need someone to listen or anything like that, I’m here. Dating one person is hard enough.”

“Hyung, you’re on my side, right.”

“No way,” Jay says, appearing alarmed, “There are no sides in our group. If you guys fight, it’ll be an argument you need to resolve like adults, not some high school drama to pick sides on.”

“You’re too serious,” Riki snickers, hugging Jay even as he stands there stiff and resistant, “I was joking, hyung, but that’s good to know.”

“Whatever,” Jay says, patting his back then his butt, “Okay, now get off me. Your boyfriends are in the kitchen, ruining it.”

“Huh? What are they even making?” He honestly assumed they would settle on ramyeon as their first meal, which would take some effort on their part to ruin the kitchen while cooking it.

“I was exaggerating,” Jay back tracks, “But Heeseung hyung dropped like five different things while I was there, and I think Jake almost hit him.”

For someone so graceful on stage, Heeseung has a lot of episodes of utter clumsiness.

“I should go make fun of him,” Riki says. Jay snorts and shoves him onwards with a warning, “Don’t piss him off before the day even starts.”

No promises. When Riki rounds into the kitchen, Heeseung is sitting tight on a barstool, banished behind the kitchen island, and Jake is hovering in front of the stove. Riki laughs, harder when Heeseung pouts.

“Did Jake hyung put you in time out?” he wheezes.

“Or something,” Heeseung mutters, playing with a stack of place mats left on the counter.

“You dropped a pot on my fucking foot,” Jake says icily, “Shut the fuck up and sit there unless you want to starve.” Heeseung shifts in his seat, his scent tingeing with guilt.

“A pot,” Riki sobers up, a little aghast. He’s shocked Jake hadn’t screamed.

“Pot lid,” Heeseung clarifies. 

Still. Ouch. Riki kisses Jake on the mouth a few times to make it up to him in place of Heeseung, tasting the shadow of a smile that flickers over his lips. “Alright, enough,” Jake says eventually, “Kissing me doesn’t fix the pain. Get me a painkiller if you want to help.”

“I don’t want to help,” Riki says, “I just wanna kiss you.”

Jake looks as if he expected that already. “Brat,” he chides, but it’s absent-minded as he cracks a few eggs into the pot, “Jay said there’s leftover samgyeopsal, can you warm it up. And check if there’s any rice remaining.”

“Yeah, a good amount,” Riki reports back after checking the fridge. He pulls out the take-home carton of samgyeopsal and the container of rice, microwaving them one at a time. While waiting, he drapes himself over Heeseung’s back, and his hyung bears his weight with a small grunt. Riki rubs the underside of his chin and his hands all over him, pleased when it leaves Heeseung smelling strongly of him.

“Don’t bother,” Jake says when he makes to do the same, “I’m showering after, it’ll wash away.”

“What, why. We showered last night.”

“Yeah, well, when you sleep on top of me with your body heat like a furnace, it makes me sweaty. And also, I’m,” Jake grimaces and looks mildly embarrassed to say the next part, “wet. Because of Heeseung hyung. And I want to shower.”

Oh, right. Omegas can’t necessarily come into a tissue and move on with their day.

“Put this on the table,” Jake orders him, turning off the stove, “I’ll get the rest.”

Riki dutifully carries the pot to the stove and Heeseung follows, sliding over a trivet for him to place it on. They gather the dishes and cutlery while Jake brings over the samgyeopsal and rice.

“I’m starving,” Riki realizes.

“Eat well,” Jake hums, reaching over to place some of the thicker pieces of meat on his and Heeseung’s plate.

Heeseung does the same for him in return, though he doesn’t just leave it there, instead holding his chopsticks in front of his mouth. Jake regards Heeseung coyly and opens his mouth to be fed.

They’re flirting but it excites Riki, satisfies him. His omegas, flirting with each other. Somehow it fills him with pride. If they’re happy, he’s happy, and better yet, they’re both his.

Jake breaks away from his little courting ritual with Heeseung to look at him, curious. He sits at the head of the table, Heeseung and Riki either side of him.

“Your instincts are really working over time,” Jake says, leaning towards him and taking a deep breath, “I’ve never smelled this much from you outside of a rut.”

Riki hasn’t had a rut in four months, not since he started his new suppressants. His instincts have been dull and his scent duller just like the rest of his members. It’s kind of nice, honestly, to feel fully in control of his reactions and reasoning.

But Heeseung and Jake have brought something out of him and with every passing minute that he’s been awake, the urge to drag them back to bed and mate with them increases.

He wants to smother them in his scent. To come on them and then inside of them, where it’ll hopefully take. To bury his face in their pussy until he’s covered in their arousal, their mark, so everyone else can smell that they chose him.

Obviously, he can’t do any of that because they have dance practice in less than two hours, but a man can dream.

Jake squirms and coughs. “Riki,” he says in a reedy voice, “Your scent.”

Heeseung covers his nose with the hem of his shirt, his face flushed.

Riki closes his eyes and tries to think the unsexiest thoughts possible. That one time Konon threw up on him. When he had pneumonia as a child and thought he might die. Jay’s mouth full of injeolmi from that En-O’Clock filming when Heeseung ordered him to open it.

“Better,” Jake tells him.

“My bad,” Riki apologizes, avoiding looking at them in case it sets him off again, “I don’t know what’s going on.”

“You’re on suppressants,” Jake muses, “So it’s not a rut. Probably. Let’s hope not.”

“Why not?” Riki jokes, “That sounds like a dream.”

“Yeah, and who will do your schedules for the five, six days you’re out?” Jake scoffs, because he’s like a mini-Jungwon, stepping in to be the leader and worrying about their team when Jungwon’s not around to do it. Sometimes even when Jungwon is there. “Better yet, who’s taking time off their schedules to care for you?”

“You,” Riki says bluntly, darting a quick glance from under his eyelashes at Jake and Heeseung, “You guys can take turns.”

“I can smell the lust on you,” Jake says with a slight sneer, “At least pretend like you’re thinking with the head on your shoulders.”

“If it’s a rut, there’s not much we can do about it now,” Riki points out, biting into a large piece of samgyeopsal, “So why can’t I look at the silver-lining?”

“He’s not wrong,” Heeseung says into his bowl, sipping on the broth.

“Don’t encourage him!”

Heeseung fills his mouth with ramyeon and shrugs at Riki as if to say I tried. 

But that’s fine. Riki can handle it himself, “Jake hyung, if my rut starts, I’ll ask for you, okay. You can keep me company for the week. Heeseung hyung is free to do what he wants, but you,” He leans in with a small smile and Jake watches him, tense, “I want you in my bed the entire time.”

He takes Jake’s slack hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth. “You’ll take it, right? Even when you’re sore and I’ve bruised your pussy and you’re coming dry.”

Jake stiffens and clenches his thighs shut, his fingers flexing hard against Riki’s palm.

“Hyung, I won’t use any condoms, I’ll come inside of you. If I knot you enough times, it’ll definitely catch, and then you can have my child.”

“Riki!” Jake snaps. His eyes are wide and appalled, but he’s blushing.

“What?” Riki retorts, lips curling into a grin, “You don’t need to be in heat for me to get you pregnant. So have my child. You’d look so cute with a baby bump.”

Rendered silent, Jake just gapes at him. Riki stretches forward to kiss his top lip then returns to his lunch, blowing on a bite of ramyeon. Heeseung hadn’t paused in eating while Riki was speaking, but he glances at him now, mouth quirked to one side. He enjoyed his nerve apparently.

“You…” Jake trails off, unable to find the words to berate him. He clears his throat, picking up his chopsticks again. Riki and Heeseung exchange a look and hide their smiles. Eventually Heeseung starts a small conversation about the final adjustments to the set list for their upcoming concert.

“The positions leave us no choice, but I wish it was Jay hyung instead of me when we have to lift Sunghoon hyung up. It feels so unbalanced.”

Jake rinses out the pot and sets it in the dishwasher. “Shouldn’t have grown so tall then,” he shrugs. Annoyed at the unsympathetic response, Riki nips the back of his neck. Jake flinches with a sharp noise, whirling around and slapping his chest.

Heeseung looks up from wiping the table down. “Don’t fight,” he says.

“I’m not fighting, he just bit the back of my neck.”

“Niki don’t bite your hyung. And apologize.”

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he grumbles, “Sorry.” 

Jake eyes him, unmoved by the half-assed apology. “You’re such a child,” he says, acidic. He leaves the kitchen and Riki shadows him. “Stop following me.”

“Where are you going?”

“To shower. I said stop following me!”

“Let’s shower together.”

“No.”

“Do you want my clothes to wear or are you going up to grab yours.”

“I’m wearing Jay’s clothes.”

“No, you’re not. Do you want my clothes or are you grabbing your own.”

“Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t wear.”

“My clothes it is.”

He grabs Jake by the upper arm and drags him into his room. Having caught him off-guard, Jake offers little resistance, though he does try, fruitlessly, to tug his arm free.

“Wear this,” Riki says, pulling one of his favorite hoodies off a hanger, “And, here.” He finds old pants he can’t bear to throw away that are too short for him.

“I never said I was wearing your clothes,” Jake holds them in his arms, looking at him through his eyelashes.

Riki drops a spare towel on top of his pile and collects his own, looping it around his neck. Jake blows out a breath through his mouth, leaving the clothes on his bed. Heeseung is already in the bathroom when they enter, Riki nearly stepping on Jake’s heels with how closely he follows so he can’t escape. 

Heeseung looks them over, catching Riki’s eye after he shuts the door. He laughs suddenly, turning away to strip out of his clothes.

“What is it?”

“I was just remembering last year,” he explains, his scent mellow but amused, “when you finally noticed Jake and I shower together. And your realization that we have sex.”

Jake muffles his laughter in his towel, shaking his head. He spins around, his glittering eyes settling on Riki, and kisses his cheek, “My oblivious baby alpha.”

Riki rolls his eyes. He’ll accept the teasing, but they better not forget. “Oblivious baby alpha that you both belong to.”

“‘Belong’? Oh?” Heeseung raises an eyebrow. His shirt is gone, along with the loose sweatpants he wore to bed. Underneath, he wears pale gray boyshorts and they make his legs look a mile-long.

“You don’t think so?” Riki cocks his head. His hands find Jake’s waist, his grip bruising. Jake sucks in a breath at the pain, humming nervously when Riki steps forward and their fronts press together even though his gaze is on Heeseung.

“We have practice soon,” Jake reminds them.

“More than an hour,” Riki brushes his concerns off, “You don’t take me more than five minutes, hyung.”

Jake flushes and drops his forehead to his sternum, hiding his face. 

“I won’t wear you out too much,” Riki promises, cupping the back of his head, “Just make sure you wear my clothes after.”

“And you think you’ll wear me out,” Heeseung says, arms crossed.

“Start the shower,” Riki tells Jake before stepping around him. Heeseung looks unflappable, but Riki can spy the tension that creeps into his muscles. When he’s close enough, he touches his stomach then slides his hand down, disappearing into his underwear. Heeseung jolts and his mouth drops open when Riki cups his cunt. He snags his wrist.

“I don’t want to wear you out, either,” Riki says kindly, pressing his other palm to the small of his back so Heeseung can’t lean away, “I’ll just come inside of you, okay, so don’t clean it out. I want you to go to practice like that.”

The sound of the shower starting fills the brief silence. 

“You’ve lost your mind,” Heeseung says, “That’s not happening.” Despite his objection, his cunt leaks on Riki’s hand, clenching around nothing. “I’m not—I’m not walking around with your cum in me.”

“We’ll see,” Riki says. He drags his fingers between Heeseung’s folds, up and down, teasing out a small gasp from him.

He’s not concerned by the refusal, confident Heeseung and Jake will give him what he wants, one way or another. After all, he might be spoiled, but they’re the ones who made him that way.