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Jeongin sighs as the game over screen flashes in front of him, lips jutting out into a pout as he collapses back into his chair. He just can’t seem to pass this level, can’t seem to beat this particular boss. He glances at the clock and another deep sigh emanates from him. It’s late already and he should probably go ask Chan what he wants to eat for dinner. He’s sure the eldest is still home. He hasn’t sent Jeongin any text saying he was out, so he can only be in his room.
Jeongin turns his game off with a huff, clicking out of League of Legends and powering his computer down. Then, he pulls off the headphones that had sat snug around his ears, ruffling his hair with a hand as he rises from his chair, back aching from the slouched position he’s been in for more than an hour. He stretches his back out as he makes his way out of his room, door opening and closing as he steps out of his bedroom.
He crosses the hallway with a hum, reaching Chan’s door in less than a second. He opens the door without knocking. Maybe he should’ve.
He freezes at the doorway and heat rushes through Jeongin’s body so fast he shudders, eyes going saucer-wide and jaw slacking.
Chan.
Felix.
His eyes flick like he’s watching a ping-pong game, back and forth.
Chan. Felix.
Felix. Chan.
He’s never gotten hard so fast in his life. (That’s a lie, he’s gotten harder faster before).
Felix is pushed face down into Chan’s mattress, face buried in his pillow and hands twisting at the sheets. He’s half pulled up on his knees half not. Chan’s the one who’s holding him up, his body completely lax. His knees are planted on the mattress, but loosely so, his legs spread wide and trembling. He’s loud, really fucking loud despite his sounds being muffled by the pillow. Jeongin doesn’t know how he hadn’t heard him before. His headphones weren’t kidding when they said ‘total noise cancellation’ on the box.
Chan’s behind him, hands flexed on Felix’s hips and grip no doubt bruising as he holds Felix’s ass up. His hips are pressed against the blonde’s ass and his pace is short of absolutely brutal, hips snapping forwards with what seems like urgency. His eyes are focused on the blonde writhing beneath him, teeth digging into his bottom lip and body slick with sweat.
His hips had stuttered when the door opened and his gaze flicked up to Jeongin, giving Jeongin the glimpse of his blown out pupils, before he looked back down at Felix, returning to the brutal pace he had set before.
“Hyung-nim.”
Jeongin shudders. Chan’s voice is low and raspy, almost drowned out by Felix’s moans. Jeongin almost moans himself. He can’t remember the last time he heard Chan this… dominant. Jeongin’s used to hearing the leader breathy and needy under him, the definition of submission. Not this.
“You should knock before you enter rooms,” he says, tone laced with teasing despite the lust embedded in it. Jeongin’s head jerks with a nod. He can’t tear his eyes away from where Chan is pounding into Felix’s tight ass.
“I forgot,” Jeongin rasps out, dick hard and pulsing in his sweats. Chan looks away from Felix, not stopping his ministrations, and drops his eyes on Jeongin. They linger on Jeongin’s face, no doubt beet red, before flicking down, zeroing in on the tent in his pants.
“Come help me,” he jerks his head towards Felix and Jeongin doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s swinging the door shut behind him and crossing the room to the bed in light speed.
“What do you-“ Jeongin swallows thickly, throat bobbing as he stands at the edge of the bed. He can see so much more now that he’s closer. Can see the way Chan’s muscles flex with every thrust, can see the way Felix’s body jerks forward with them. “What do you want me to do?”
“Anything you want, Hyung-nim,” Chan has the audacity to look up at him and flash him an innocent looking smile. Up close, Jeongin can see how debauched Chan is. His hair, long and silver, is clinging to his sweat-slick forehead and Jeongin barely registers his movements as he reaches out with a hand and pushes it out of his face, fingers digging in his sweat drenched hair. Chan’s hips stutter and his breath hitches ever so slightly, eyes fluttering. Jeongin slides his hand over Chan’s head down to the nape of his neck to gather the long hair there, taking the long strands in his hand and pulling it up, revealing the skin of the back of Chan’s neck. Jeongin braces a knee on the mattress and leans forward to blow air onto the sweaty nape of Chan’s neck, the skin no doubt overheating (especially with the amount of hair that had been matted to his skin). Chan jerks and punches out a deep moan from Felix.
“To- to Felix,” Chan grits out, trying to jerk his head away from Jeongin as the youngest presses his mouth to his sweaty skin. “Anything you want to Felix. Not me.”
Jeongin flicks his tongue out over his shoulder but backs off of Chan, hand releasing his hair and letting it fall back over the back of his neck.
“Okay,” he climbs fully onto the bed and crawls across the mattress to the head of the bed, where Felix is drooling into the pillow. As much as he’d love to tease Chan and keep touching him, Jeongin’s also desperate to get his hands on Felix. And now that Chan has explicitly given him the go to do whatever it is he wants to with Felix, Jeongin’s going to jump at the opportunity.
“Hi, hyung,” Jeongin whispers sweetly to Felix, his fingers slipping into his hair. Out of all of the members, Jeongin has to admit he handles Felix the nicest. He’s gentle with Felix in a way he isn’t with the others, the blonde sparking some sort of protectiveness in him that makes him want to treat him as gently as possible. Felix responds with a drawn out moan, neck craning as he forces his head up to look at Jeongin. There are tear tracks down his face and his hair is a ruffled mess on his head, his skin flushed pink. Jeongin drags the tips of his fingers over the apple of Felix’s cheeks, his other hand cupping under his jaw. He leans down to press a soft kiss to Felix’s mouth. The blonde is barely able to kiss him back with the moans that fall out of him.
“Channie treating you nicely?” He asks against his mouth. Felix nods as best he can with the position he’s in, lips parted around whimpers and moans. Chan thrusts particularly deep in him, fingers pinching at his waist.
“Use your words, Sweetheart,” he growls, despite the sweetness of the pet name.
“Y-yes!” Felix moans out, head bobbing with a nod. “Treating—treating me so nicely.”
Jeongin fights to hold back the smirk that threatens to pull on his lips.
“Yeah?” He swipes his thumb over Felix’s cheek, swiping away a stray tear. Felix nods again, so aggressively that his hair falls over his eyes. Jeongin pushes it back.
“Mhm! C-Chris—“ Chan interrupts Felix with another harsh thrust. Jeongin assumes it’s some sort of warning.
“Ah! H-hyung—hyung treating me so nicely. ‘M…’m so full!” He babbles incoherently. Jeongin can’t fight the smirk back, his lips peeling up into one. He raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah?”
Felix nods again, head bobbing up and down. His eyes roll back on a particularly hard thrust from Chan and Jeongin’s so, so hard in his sweats.
“Daddy—hyung’s so big,” Felix moans. Jeongin faintly hears Chan groan from his spot down the bed. “Filling me up.. so full.”
Jeongin flicks his eyes up at Chan, whose head is hanging in between his shoulders, jaw clenched and teeth gritted as he continues pounding into Felix, the quietest sounds coming out of him, as if he’s holding back. Jeongin looks back down at Felix, who looks like he’s in absolute bliss.
“Lix,” Jeongin says, smoothing his hand over Felix’s head. Felix doesn’t respond, doesn’t signify that he’s listening but one of his tiny hands do unfurl from the sheets and reach out to grab at Jeongin’s thigh, nails digging into the fabric of his sweatpants. “Can hyung—can I…?”
He lowers one hand to palm at his crotch, at his aching erection and Felix seems to understand exactly what Jeongin wants. He claws at his thigh and struggles to squirm closer. His head drops right in between Jeongin’s legs, mouth landing on the tent in his pants and Jeongin jerks. Both in his pants and physically.
“Wanna suck Innie off, baby?” Chan asks, his voice tight and constricting in his throat. He’s probably close. Felix nods but his nose is still buried in Jeongin’s crotch and it makes his mouth rub over his erection. Jeongin buries his fingers in Felix’s hair with a moan.
Chan grunts and stills his hips to readjust their position to fit Jeongin. Felix whines and buries his face in Jeongin’s inner thigh before he’s getting pulled up, Chan’s arms wrapped around his middle and pulling him up. Jeongin takes the opportunity to slide in front of Felix, settling on the pillows where he had once been. He shucks his pants and boxers off while he’s at it, cock hard and dripping. Felix moans and Chan lowers him back down on the bed, this time eye level with Jeongin’s dick. Chan slows his pace behind Felix as Felix ducks down to lick at the head of Jeongin’s cock, giving the blonde easier access to suck Jeongin off without Chan brutally pounding into him.
Jeongin’s back arches as Felix sinks down on him, mouth wet and warm around him and he lets out a deep moan—which Felix reciprocates after a hand is placed on the back of his head, holding him down. Jeongin holds Felix in place for a few seconds, head thrown back and eyes closed as his breathing shallows, soft whines and whimpers coming from him. Chan’s pace is still slow, a mindless grinding into Felix as he adjusts to having his mouth filled. Chan’s saying stuff to Felix but Jeongin can’t hear him, his ears seem stuffed with cotton and he can’t hear anything over his own whines. He blinks his eyes open, first flicking down to Felix as he drags his mouth up and down his shaft, tongue dragging along the underside of his dick before darting to Chan, who has one hand splayed on Felix’s back to keep him arched and another hand tightly gripping his hip. Chan seems like he’s barely holding on, his teeth gritted and hips twitching as he holds back from pounding into Felix again. But when his eyes lift and lock with Jeongin’s, that resolve falls away like pulling a book out of the bottom of a large pile.
Jeongin sharpens his eyes at Chan, trying to shift from the momentary submission, and it works. Chan curses under his breath and he grabs at Felix’s hips with both hands again, pulling him practically all the way off his dick before slamming into him in one smooth motion. He doesn’t give Felix time to adjust, to even breathe, before he’s pulling back out and slamming back in ruthlessly. Felix’s eyes widen owlishly and water as his body gets pushed forwards with the intensity of Chan’s thrusts, causing Jeongin’s cock to slide almost all the way down his throat.
The room is heavy with the sound of skin slapping, both low and high moans from Chan and Jeongin, and the wet sound of Felix gagging and gurgling on Jeongin’s cock. Jeongin threads his fingers into Felix’s hair on the back of his head to steady him as he continues getting railed mercilessly. Despite actively gagging and choking on Jeongin’s cock, all while tears run rapidly down his face, Felix doesn’t tap out. He knows what to do if he gets overwhelmed and both Jeongin and Chan know he doesn’t hesitate to tap out when he really needs to—meaning that he doesn’t need to right now. So they continue abusing both holes of his body, from the front and the back.
Words in a mix of English and Korean tumble out of Chan’s mouth, ranging from low growls to higher pitched squeaks and Jeongin feels himself getting close. Felix must be too, with the way his whole body begins to shake, thighs trembling and struggling to keep himself up. He has no way of telling them that he’s close, and has no way of asking for permission. But he doesn’t need to, not when Jeongin shifts his leg and presses his thigh up against Felix’s leaking dick. He cums in an instant, hips stuttering forward, eyes shooting wide, and nails clawing at Jeongin’s waist where he had been holding himself up. Chan isn’t far behind, and neither is Jeongin.
Jeongin tightens his hand on Felix’s hair and pulls him off of him before he can cum. He doesn’t want to do it down Felix’s throat, not with the way he had been choking and gagging on him earlier. It runs the risk of Felix actually choking on both his saliva and Jeongin’s cum. So Jeongin pulls him off and darts his eyes around wildly, trying to determine where to cum, before Felix lolls out his tongue and paws at Jeongin’s stomach. Chan watches them as Jeongin hurls over the edge and cums all over Felix’s face. Jeongin likes to think that the erotic sight is what tips Chan over the edge, hips stuttering as he releases his own load inside of Felix with a long, drawn out groan.
Jeongin slumps back against the headboard and watches with lidded eyes as Felix swallows what had successfully landed in his mouth, a large amount that hadn’t smeared over his face and even his hair, stringing on his eyelashes. Jeongin moans weakly at the sight, especially as Felix begins to wipe off the excess amount with dainty fingers that he shoves into his mouth to suck clean. He collapses onto Jeongin’s front when Jeongin finally lets go of the hold he had on his hair.
“Jeongin-ah…” Chan hums lowly, peeling himself off of Felix’s back to look over at the maknae. Jeongin perks his head up from where he had been gazing fondly at Felix and looks up attentively at Chan, who nods his head towards his nightstand. “Will you get one of my plugs please?”
Jeongin catches onto his plan immediately and nods, reaching over to pull the large bottom drawer open and rummage in it. The drawer is full of an assortment of toys and different flavored lube bottles. Jeongin pushes aside a few differently sized dildos and a practically unopened box of condoms that’s collecting dust and grabs one of the many plugs buried underneath all of the stuff. Jeongin should feel ashamed that he knows exactly which plug this is and can recall the exact days that he knows Chan had worn them but he doesn’t. He pushes the drawer closed and hands the plug to Chan.
Chan’s movements are smooth as he pulls out of Felix and swiftly pushes the plug into him, trapping his cum inside of Felix’s hole. Felix moans weakly against Jeongin’s thigh, eyes fluttering. When Chan lets go of his hips, sweaty fingers unsticking from Felix’s now bruised hipbone, Felix fully collapses, completely spent body landing on the bed with a thump. Jeongin threads his fingers through Felix’s sweaty hair, his other hand cradling his cheek and looks up at Chan, watching as the eldest catches his breath.
Chan pushes his sweaty hair back with both hands before wiping at his sweat-dripping face, chest heaving as he pants. Jeongin watches his chest move for a bit before looking back down at Felix. In doing so, he misses Chan sliding out of bed and stumbling towards the door. He’s gone before Jeongin can even ask him where he’s going.
“Mm…” Felix moans lazily, most likely also having seen Chan up and leave them. He mumbles weakly, “Don’t leave.”
“It’s okay, Lixie,” Jeongin says, petting the back of the blonde’s hair soothingly. “Hyung will be back soon.”
‘Soon’ was a bit of an understatement. Or maybe Jeongin’s just lost all sense of time. All he knows is that it feels like hours later when Chan finally returns. He and Felix are cuddled up together on their precious spot on the bed, despite both being uncomfortably sticky and sweaty, when the door opens again. Chan walks back in—still naked, still shining with sweat—but doesn’t look out of breath anymore. He smiles fondly at the two cuddled together before stepping closer to the bed. He reaches down and slides one hand under Felix’s bent knees and another around his back as he gently scoops him up into a princess carry. Felix goes easily with a soft moan, melting against Chan’s chest.
“Can you walk, baby?” Chan asks Jeongin with a cocked head. Jeongin nods and shuffles off the bed to follow Chan as he carries Felix daintily out of the bedroom. Jeongin follows as Chan walks them into the bathroom and a surprised gasp leaves him. The lights are dimmed, candles bright and lit where they sit around the tub, which is filled with soapy water. It smells like strawberries and vanilla in the bathroom, a mix of Chan and Jeongin’s favorite soaps. Chan flashes Jeongin a smile from over his shoulder as he walks Felix to the large tub. The sound Felix makes sounds close to a purr, content and satisfied. Chan drops a kiss to his forehead before lowering him into the water. He lays Felix down gently, making sure he’s settled before turning back over to Jeongin.
He holds a hand out towards him like an awaiting prince and smiles warmly and largely at him. Jeongin reciprocates the smile as he gingerly takes Chan’s hand, stepping closer and letting Chan guide him into the bathtub. Before he does, however, Chan holds him by the waist and presses a lingering, soft kiss to his mouth.
It’s a tight fit for sure but they make it work. Sure, Chan is half-sitting in Jeongin’s lap but he doesn’t seem to be complaining. Felix’s head lolls lazily onto Chan’s shoulder as he sinks further into the warm water.
It only takes one brush of Chan’s perfect, plump ass over his crotch for Jeongin’s dick to stir back to life. Jeongin presses his mouth against Chan’s shoulder blade in an attempt to hide his moan, pretending like he’s just kissing him instead. Chan catches on easily and like the brat he is, squirms on Jeongin’s lap again, making sure to intentionally do it right over his quickly hardening dick. Jeongin reaches out to hold Chan still with a hand on his hips.
“Chan-ah…”Jeongin mumbles almost disapprovingly against Chan’s shoulder. Chan immediately stops his teasing movements.
“Sorry, hyung-nim,” he bats his eyelashes innocently and reaches out to pump some shampoo into his hand, threading it through Felix’s hair. Jeongin knows damn well Chan isn’t sorry.
Jeongin continues mouthing at his shoulder as a hand slips in between Chan’s ass, prodding at his rim. Chan jerks with a choked off moan, causing the water to slosh around the three of them. Felix peels his eyes open to see what the matter is and Jeongin swears the ghost of a smirk tugs on his face as he registers what the two are trying to do.
“Hmm…Chris,” He slurs, hands reaching out to grab at Chan’s waist. He ducks into his chest and rubs against his sternum.
“Y-yes, sunshine?”
Felix hums again, cuddling further into Chan’s chest. It makes Chan’s job of massaging shampoo into his hair difficult.
“Be good for Iyennie.”
Chan audibly gulps and Jeongin can’t help but smirk from behind him, mouth pressing against his skin.
“You heard him,” Jeongin whispers slyly into Chan’s ear. His finger retreats from Chan’s ass and instead, he shifts so that his erection is pressing thickly in between his cheeks. “Be good for hyung.”
Chan’s mouth parts open into an almost silent moan, head dropping forwards as his eyes roll back. Jeongin hasn’t even gotten his tip in and Chan’s already foaming at the mouth. Chan’s head tips down so far as Jeongin begins to press forwards that his nose presses against the top of Felix’s head. Felix wraps his arms snugly around Chan’s waist, embracing him as Jeongin holds onto his hips to press his dick into him. It’s a tight fit, considering Chan isn’t fully prepped and stretched, but after bullying himself in, Jeongin slides himself to the hilt. Chan’s jaw falls open with a high-pitched, drawn out moan.
“So good, Channie,” Jeongin grits out, dragging kisses down the slope of Chan’s shoulder. He begins to thrust shallowly into Chan, the water sloshing around him and no doubt spilling out of the tub into the floor. Chan moans in time with each thrust, mouth still pressed to the top of Felix’s head. One arm is wrapped around Felix’s shoulder, his other hand cradling the back of his head.
“Channie treated Lixie so well he deserves a reward, hm?” Jeongin murmurs sweetly against Chan’s shoulder. Chan shudders, fingers tightening around Felix’s own shoulder. He nods wildly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants in between whimpers and whines. Jeongin grunts on his next thrust upwards. “Channie…mgh…deserves a reward.”
The water sloshes around them again.
Felix has been suspiciously silent. Either he’s fallen asleep, been smothered to death by Chan’s tits, or is soaking all of this in quietly. Jeongin wants to gauge his reaction but he can’t see anything over Chan’s shoulder. He doubts he’ll be able to see his face anyway, not with the way Chan’s holding him to his chest, as if he’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Yes he does,” Jeongin hums. His hands flex on Chan’s hips as he rolls his hips forwards, teeth grazing his skin. Chan moans prettily around him. “Channie deserves all of the rewards, doesn’t he?”
“Mmmm…” Chan hums, head no doubt clouded by pleasure. Jeongin tries again. He needs to hear Chan say he deserves this. That he deserves to feel pleasure.
“Say it,” he grits out, hips twitching up. He doesn’t mean it to come out in a mean way but more of a…commanding and dominant way. It seems to work.
“Channie deserves all the rewards,” he slurs, head bobbing with a nod. Jeongin presses a kiss to his pulse point and sucks on that spot just to hear him moan high and breathy in his ear. Or well, Felix’s ear too. Felix who, in fact, shifts and makes the water shift around them. Jeongin slows his pace upon remembering the blonde was even there. He never forgot, per se, but he had been so quiet he had simply slipped Jeongin’s mind. But before he could wonder what he was doing, Chan lets out a squeak that has nothing to do with Jeongin’s movements—since Jeongin isn’t even moving—and it makes Jeongin twist his body uncomfortably to look over Chan’s chest. Felix is still tucked against Chan’s chest, his face buried into the crook of his neck, but his hands are no longer wrapped around Chan’s waist as they once were before. Instead, they’re both situated at the front of his chest, small fingers squeezing at the soft plush of Chan’s pecs. He leans forward and takes one of Chan’s erect, pink nipples into his plush mouth, causing the elder to cry out and throw his head back, resting it against Jeongin’s shoulder.
Jeongin lets out a surprised grunt at the sound, his hands tightening around the meat of Chan’s hips as he watches Felix lap over one of Chan’s sensitive buds with his pink tongue. Jeongin has the urge to reach forwards and taste that pink tongue of his in his mouth but he holds back. Felix’s mouth is occupied right now and the last thing Jeongin wants to do is interrupt that. Instead, he rolls his hips up and quickly sets a steady rhythm again, thrusting into Chan’s tight heat with precision.
“Pretty Channie…” he mumbles against Chan’s ear, taking the elder’s earlobe in between his teeth. Chan’s body jerks forward with a moan and his fingers tangle in Felix’s hair. Jeongin presses hot, open-mouthed kisses across the line of his jaw, hooded eyes lowered to watch Felix as he continues mouthing at Chan’s chest, lips dragging against his sternum as he moves to give his other nipple the same attention. “Is Lixie-hyung making you feel good? Hm, baby?”
Chan’s mouth parts open but instead of responding, a guttural moan pulls out of him, bouncing off the tiles of the bathroom and echoing in the room. Jeongin smirks against his jaw.
“Aww…poor Channie,” he coos, a teasing pout forming on his face. Chan answers with a weak whimper. “Can’t even answer hyung-nim. Too busy getting fucked out, aren’t you?”
Chan opens his mouth and looks ready to respond but Jeongin interrupts him with a particularly sharp thrust, one that hits him square in the prostate. The sound that leaves Chan borders on animalistic, a sound so high pitched and whiny that it sounds almost uncharacteristic for him. It makes Felix pull back from his chest to gaze up at Chan with wide and round glassy eyes. It isn’t Felix’s first time witnessing Chan bottom—and it sure won’t be his last—but he always seems surprised by the sounds Chan makes.
Chan arches his spine now that Felix isn’t pressed against his chest and it reveals the line of his throat. Jeongin’s all too familiar with his movements as he slides one hand from Chan’s hip up to his throat. He closes his fingers around the exact spots Chan told him to, back when he was taught how to safely choke someone, and presses. The reaction is instantaneous. Chan jerks against him and lets out a garbled sound, his hands scrambling up to grab at Jeongin’s wrist. Jeongin knows it’s not to pull him away but to make sure he stays there, to make sure he keeps adding pressure until Chan feels lightheaded. Jeongin does just that.
Felix watches them with rapt attention, his mouth gaped open and eyes shiny with lust. Jeongin doesn’t have to look down to know he’s achingly hard. Still, he doesn’t touch himself. Jeongin makes a mental note to reward him too. He deserves it after all.
“You like that?” Jeongin grunts, arm wrapped tightly around Chan’s waist to hold him in place as he fucks up into his prostate, fingers still squeezing lightly. Chan can barely nod against Jeongin’s hand, his entire body melting into Jeongin’s front. Jeongin tightens his hold around his waist to keep him upright, fingers curled around his waist as he thrusts into him, mouth traveling across the expanse of his throat and collarbone. As he does so, his eyes flick up to Felix, who still looks hypnotized as he watches them.
“C’mere,” Jeongin rasps out to the blonde. Felix snaps his eyes away from where he had been intently watching Chan’s face to Jeongin. Jeongin jerks his chin down, his hands occupied with both holding Chan up and still putting enough pressure on his throat, and he hopes it’s enough for Felix to understand where he’s getting at. Felix does and immediately reaches forward again, one tiny hand bracing against Chan’s thigh while the other wraps around his bobbing cock. Chan spasms and thrashes wildly against Jeongin’s front but Jeongin keeps him pinned in place.
“Be a good boy, Channie,” he grunts. “Hyung’ll let you cum if you be a good boy.”
Chan whimpers but obeys, going still once more against Jeongin’s chest. Though as Felix begins moving his hand up and down Chan’s shaft, wrist twisting diligently, Chan’s hips begin bucking up. He seems torn between bucking his hips up into Felix’s hand or back into Jeongin’s dick, his hips twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Jeongin can tell he’s close, if his growing sounds are anything to go off of and picks up his pace, dick expertly hitting Chan’s prostate with every thrust.
“You close, baby?” He asks, fingers tightening around his throat. Chan’s head twitches in a weird combination of a nod and a shake of his head. Jeongin can’t help the chuckle that bubbles out of him. His little Channie is so fucked out he can’t even do simple things like nodding. “I think you are, aren’t you Channie?”
“Mgh,” Chan grunts, the sound tampering off into a high pitched whine as Felix twists his wrist at the head of his cock, thumb swiping at his slit. Chan lets out a choked sound and when Jeongin looks up, he notices that his eyes are swimming with tears. He strokes his thumb back and forth his throat, hips snapping at every thrust. Chan screws his eyes shut and a muffled sob leaves him, a tear and then two escaping his eyes.
“Just a bit longer, baby,” Jeongin murmurs, feeling his own stomach begin to tighten. Felix doesn’t show him mercy, both hands now working on Chan’s aching dick. That combined with Jeongin’s almost bruising thrusts and his tightening fingers on his throat must leave Chan reeling. The tears are only proof of that.
“Please,” he whines, his voice finally finding him. He sobs and claws at Jeongin’s wrist. “Please, hyung-nim.”
“Please what, Channie?” There’s a lot of things Jeongin loves about Chan and one of those is no doubt when he begins begging. Jeongin wants to listen to his Channie beg for him every day and every night.
“Please, please! Lemme cum, hyung, please,” he cries prettily, head thrown back and mouth falling open. Jeongin presses a kiss to his bottom lip, his neck twisting to reach him. He takes Chan’s plump bottom lips into his mouth and sucks on it as he continues chasing his orgasm. Soon enough, the knot in his stomach tightens perceptibly and he groans his way into his orgasm.
“Cum for me, baby,” he grunts into Chan’s ear, teeth nipping at his earlobe. “Let Hyung see you fall apart.”
Chan doesn’t have to be told twice. It only takes Jeongin’s words, added with the growing pressure on his neck and a particularly rough thrust against his prostate, mixed in with Felix’s hands still steadily jerking him off, to throw him over the edge. He cums with a deep arch to his spine, the back of his head pressing against Jeongin’s shoulder and his entire body trembling through his orgasm. His eyes roll back far enough that Jeongin doesn’t doubt he probably sees his own brain in there. He does it with a sharp whine and a guttural moan which tampers out into a low groan rumbling in his chest. Or maybe that low groan came from Felix. Jeongin isn’t sure. All he’s sure of is that he holds Chan through his orgasm, thrusting deep into his ass and squeezing his throat. He isn’t far behind, a high-pitched guttural moan that contradicts his earlier dominant growl leaving him as he tumbles head-first into his orgasm. He cums and doesn’t seem to stop, fully filling Chan up with his seed as he milks himself dry. Chan shudders through Jeongin’s own orgasm too, weak moans and grunts punching out of him with every shallow thrust Jeongin makes to ride out his orgasm.
Jeongin swears he blacks out for a second, his vision going hazy from the intense orgasm. He only shakes himself out of it when Chan lets out an overstimulated whimper. It’s that weak sound that reminds Jeongin he’s still pressed deep in his ass with his fingers still far too tight around his throat. Jeongin retreats himself with an apologetic grunt, slowly easing himself out of Chan and letting his cum dribble out of his used hole and into the bath water around them. It’s frankly quite disgusting but Jeongin can’t seem to think about that. Not when he looks over and sees Felix planting soft kisses across Chan’s collarbone and down his sternum. Not when Jeongin can see Felix’s own cock hanging heavy and so fucking hard in between his legs. Jeongin shifts and maneuvers a very hazy and fucked out Chan to rest against the wall of the bathtub before focusing his attention on Felix. It’s a tight fit but Jeongin somehow manages to slither himself over to the blonde, who blinks up at him with round, glassy boba eyes.
Jeongin kisses him breathless, large hands splayed across Felix’s waist and roaming over his back. He slides his hands down the curve of Felix’s back down to his ass, squeezing a handful of it in his palms, mouth trailing from Felix’s lips down his neck. Felix whines, nails raking against Jeongin’s skin as he pushes himself back into his hands. A loud moan pulls out of him when Jeongin grazes his hand over the flared base of the plug snug in his ass. He curls his finger around the base, with the intention of pulling it out, but hesitates. Chan had put it there with the intention of trapping his cum in Felix’s hole and Jeongin doesn’t want to take it out if Chan plans on leaving it in him for longer. Jeongin looks over his shoulder at Chan and can’t help the giggle that leaves him at the elder’s state. Chan’s head is lolled to the side, eyes still hazy and cheeks stained with his tears. There’s a distinct red handprint around his throat that makes Jeongin far too happy and a blooming bruise on his chest, most definitely left there by Felix. He’s slouched into the water, eyes blinking owlishly as he stares at a bubble bobbing in the water. He sluggishly lifts his arm and uses his finger to poke at it, body flinching when the bubble pops, as if he wasn’t expecting it. He’s clearly still deep in his subspace, so fucked out that he doesn’t even know how to function properly. As cute as he is right now, he’s definitely not attentive enough to answer Jeongin’s question. His hand slides away from the plug.
“No…” Felix whines in protest, forehead bumping into Jeongin’s. His eyes are closed, eyelashes fanning his cheeks and mouth parted open as he pants. “Iyen-ah please.”
Jeongin feels bad, he really does but he doesn’t want Chan to be upset at him if he finds that Felix isn’t plugged up anymore. He shakes his head. That’s a stupid thought. Chan wouldn’t be upset at him for something like this. He’d be glad that Felix got the attention he deserves after having to third wheel the two. Jeongin comes to a conclusion and presses a quick kiss to Felix’s lips before pulling away from him. Felix whines in disappointment, as expected, but it’s quickly interrupted by a gasp when Jeongin turns him around to bend him over the edge of the tub. Jeongin curls a hand around the plug’s base again, this time lightly pulling on it to give Felix the stimulation he needs. Jeongin throws another glance over his shoulder at Chan but finds the other man fast asleep, his head lolled onto the wall and lips parted as he snores softly, his chest rising and falling peacefully. Jeongin twists the plug in Felix’s ass, causing a loud moan to tear out of him.
“Quiet, Lix-ah,” he scolds, hand pulling away from the plug to lightly pinch at one of Felix’s ass cheeks. “Don’t wanna wake up Channie-hyung now do you?”
Felix looks over his shoulder in confusion but when he sees that Chan is indeed asleep, he shakes his head frantically at Jeongin, returning back to his bent over position.
“Good,” Jeongin praises in a mumble, hand finding its way back to the plug nestled in between Felix’s cheeks. He grinds it against Felix’s ass as he speaks to him, his other hand caressing down his spine. “I’m gonna eat you out, okay?”
He feels Felix shiver under him.
“Y-yes,” Felix moans, hair ruffling as he nods. “Please. Please, Iyen-ah. Please”
Jeongin chuckles lowly.
“I know baby, I will. Just gotta be quiet,” he slowly begins to ease the plug out of Felix’s ass, his own spine dipping as he leans down until he’s eye level with Felix’s ass. Chan’s leftover and already dried cum from earlier slicks up Felix’s hole and Jeongin doesn’t hesitate on swiping his tongue over it. Felix jerks forward, a muffled moan leaving him. He’s probably covering his mouth with his hands to muffle his sounds. Jeongin smirks in satisfaction against Felix’s hole, fingers curling into the meat of his ass as he spreads him open, the plug now discarded somewhere on the floor outside of the bathtub. Jeongin takes his time teasing Felix’s loose hole with his tongue, dragging moan after moan from the blonde, before he slowly dips his tongue in. The intrusion causes Felix to tighten around him, a loud, drawn out and borderline pornographic moan ripping out of him. Felix should be used to this. Should be used to be eaten out and fucked ruthlessly. But the fact that he still sounds and acts like he did the first time only heightens Jeongin’s lust.
Jeongin’s spent cock twitches pathetically the longer Felix squirms and whimpers under him. With a low groan, Jeongin grips Felix’s hips tightly with long fingers and coaxes him to grind back against his tongue. Felix doesn’t waste a second longer in pushing his ass back into Jeongin’s face, far enough so that the only thing Jeongin can see, hear, feel, and taste is Felix—oh, and a bit of Chan where he cleans out his leftover cum from where it had been clinging to Felix’s walls.
Felix is quick to cum himself, a loud whine followed by a drawn out moan, which tapers out into the lowest, most growly groan Jeongin’s ever heard, as he spills all over the edge of the tub. They’ll have to deep clean the bathtub later but it’s a small feat to pay for the ten out of ten experience Jeongin just went through in it. Jeongin doesn’t have anything left to give but his dick still spurts a pathetic drop of cum.
Pulling his face out from in between the sweet taste that is Felix’s puffy hole, Jeongin drags his nose up the supple curve of Felix’s ass, teeth lightly nipping at the smooth flesh. Once Felix whines in exhaustion, one hand reaching out blindly behind him to push at Jeongin’s shoulder, Jeongin backs off of him and instead helps guide him back into the bath tub, hands almost touching from where they’re wrapped around his lithe waist.
“We should move to the shower,” Jeongin suggests in a mumble once he takes in the sorry state that is their bath water. Felix giggles into his shoulder from where he had slumped against him and swirls his finger around a clump of white colored strings floating in the water.
“I could really use a shower,” Jeongin hears from behind him. And when he throws a glance over his shoulder, he sees Chan has woken up again, his head still lolled against the bathroom wall, a tired but satiated smile playing on his lips. Jeongin chuckles and twists to drop a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a dusting of pink blush high on Chan’s cheekbones.
Getting out of the shower is just as hard as Jeongin had imagined, concluding in a tangle of limbs once Jeongin manages to extract himself from the soiled water. Jeongin decides to take charge once more and turns on the shower, given that he’s not as sore as the other two who ended up taking it up the ass. Just as he finishes making sure the water isn’t too hot but not too cold either, Jeongin turns and finds the other two already stepping out of the tub. Felix steps out first on shaky legs before turning back and helping Chan out. The sight is so domestic that it makes Jeongin’s face split into a soft grin.
The shower in Jeongin and Chan’s bathroom isn’t insanely big but ends up snugly fitting all three of them. Their shower is filled with breathy giggles and soft kisses, hands wandering just enough to clean each other up. They get up to no funny business throughout the shower—they’re all far too tired for that—and leave as soon as they’re all squeaky clean.
———
Cozily dressed in warm hoodies and sweats—all oversized in Felix’s case—Jeongin and Felix curl up together on the couch as a k-drama lowly plays on the tv. Chan had fixed them something to eat, leaving behind just empty bowls and plates, and promptly disappeared back into his bedroom. Jeongin has the urge to go after him but he decides to remain where he is, pinned to the couch under Felix’s warm body.
“Thank you,” Felix mutters lazily out of nowhere, arms folded up on top of Jeongin’s chest and chin propped up on them to blink up at Jeongin with beady eyes.
“Hm?” Jeongin grunts with a confused cock to his head, chin tipping down so he can meet Felix’s eyes.
“For tonight,” Felix explains, cheek nuzzling against Jeongin’s exposed collarbone. “I already knew it would be a great night just with Chris but you somehow made it even better.”
Felix then proceeds to almost blind him with the sunny grin he flashes him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Jeongin can’t help but mimic that smile back to him, one hand stroking down the back of Felix’s head, fingers curling into his hair.
“You know you don’t have to thank me,” Jeongin chuckles, leaning down to drop a featherlight kiss to the tip of Felix’s nose. Felix giggles in response and surges back up after Jeongin before he can get too far, their mouths softly colliding.
“I know,” Felix mumbles against Jeongin’s lips in between slow kisses. “I just felt like it.”
Jeongin’s chest swells up with love, fondness, warmth, and whatever other synonyms and adjectives that exist to describe the feeling deep in Jeongin’s heart. The two spend a good amount of time after that just lounging on the couch and exchanging lazy kisses before they hear Chan finally emerge from his studio.
Reluctantly pulling away from Felix’s soft lips, Jeongin turns his head to look over at his hyung, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in the backpack slung over his shoulder.
“Where are you going?” Jeongin asks, the question coming out rougher than he had intended it to. You can’t blame him. He’s been waiting all this time for Chan to join them only for him to go ahead and leave.
“To the studio,” Felix grumbles against Jeongin’s jaw, no doubt also peeved about Chan’s decision to leave, especially this late into the night. “Where else?”
“Ah, yeah…” Chan sighs, slipping his backpack off his shoulder so he can lean down to press a kiss to both of their foreheads. A goodbye kiss before he leaves them. “I have a few things to get done that I didn’t have time to do earlier. I’ll try not to take too long though, promise.”
Felix huffs and abruptly pushes himself up on Jeongin’s chest, hand reaching out to grab at the sleeve of Chan’s hoodie.
“No the fuck you’re not,” he grunts, tugging Chan closer to them until he stumbles onto the couch on top of them both, sandwiching Felix in a Jeongchan sandwich. “You’re going to stay here and cuddle us. You can take care of your work tomorrow.”
A chuckle slips out of Jeongin's lips at Felix’s seriousness, admiring how hard the blonde is trying to make Chan stay. To help Felix keep their workaholic of a boyfriend down, Jeongin wraps a hand around his bicep, his other hand still resting on Felix’s waist.
“You should listen to your dongsaeng, Hyungie,” Jeongin croons, an almost teasing grin spreading on his face. He knows it’s dirty to use Chan’s internal guilt to get what he wants but when it comes to stopping Chan from hole-ing himself up in his studio, Jeongin would do anything.
“Fine,” Chan finally sighs, most definitely swayed to agreement by the matching pouts on both Felix’s and Jeongin’s face. “I’ll leave my work for tomorrow.”
Then he chuckles, head dipping down to press a kiss to Felix’s cheek and then another to Jeongin’s knuckles.
“After all, how could I say no to these faces?”
——
In the end, the three ended up falling asleep tangled in a cuddle pile on the couch. They’ll all feel the after effects of their poor positions in the form of sore shoulders and necks but in the present, neither of them could care less. Not when it comes to the warmth of each other’s bodies.