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jaemin’s bedside lamp turned the entire room pink.
the boy struggled to find a good position where he could see his boyfriends on-call, without holding his phone so close to his face. they’ve been at this for about three hours now. jisung called him after a frustrating dinner, unable to wait until tomorrow morning for them in college to vent it out. said he needed to hear jaemin’s soft voice and jeno’s advice before going to bed. soon enough, jeno joined the call, having left his work as a tutor.
it’s almost 11 pm, but apart from jaemin, neither of them showed any signs of tiredness. that’s what he gets for dating night owls.
jisung’s phone was positioned on his table support. the boy would be shrouded in darkness, if not for the glowing neon lights of his gaming keyboard. he wore a red flannel shirt, white hair falling over his eyes, as he stared intensely at his computer screen, focused on building a new house on the sims. (from what he told jaemin a month ago, he was remaking every sims world in every game. when jaemin asked why, jisung stared him dead in the face and said: because i like it. which—fair enough.)
jeno was also sitting down, but he was slouched over his digital drawing table. rubbing his face every once in a while, he focused on his drawing more than anything, distracting himself after working so much. at this point, they were on call merely to hear each other’s breathing and have company. it’s endearing. but lame.
“yah,” said jaemin, face resting against his pillow.
the click of jisung’s mouse as he moved objects around continued. jeno mumbled under his breath that he unknowingly drew something in the wrong layer.
“yah, you two,” jaemin tried again, lips curling upward at how cute they looked when focused. “shouldn’t you be getting ready to go to bed?”
“definitely not,” said jeno.
jisung hummed in agreement, resting his face on his cheek. “should i go for a contemporary style? i’m in san myshuno right now, decorating one of the big apartments. i was thinking of a rich family of 5,”
“contemporary fits them,” muttered jeno.
“i know right,” jisung said, engrossed in which swatches to pick. “the kids. should i make them triplets?”
“rich people don’t have triplets,” argued jaemin.
jisung nodded, “you’re right, you’re right,”
“they’re different,” jeno said. “make them triplets. all girls,”
“no,” jaemin rolled his eyes. “make one teenager, one child, and one toddler,”
jeno brought his tired eyes up, only to say, matter-of-factly, “that’s too much work for a rich family,”
“they can have a babysitter,” jisung shrugged.
“so they hate their kids,” stated jeno.
“they’re rich. of course, they do,” jisung rolled his eyes, continuing his build.
jaemin grabbed his laptop, and sat up in bed, putting his pillows behind his back so he’d get comfortable. he still had some sound editing assignments to complete, and if his boyfriends weren’t going to sleep, he wasn’t either. jeno finished his drawing, showing them his sinisterly realistic fanart of the 9 main characters from his favorite anime. it’s a commission, which he quickly sent to his client. soon after, he began working on another commission.
(deep down, jaemin wondered if jeno was an alien. there was no way a human could follow his schedule without driving themselves up a wall. sure, he has seen jeno take breaks before and not work, but he’s always doing something. it’s impressive.)
jaemin had one earphone plugged in his right ear, working on pro tools. for a music student, he hated sound production class. right now, he had to sync the dialogue he and his classmates recorded to an old video their teacher sent them. it’s a literal hell, and as a perfectionist, he couldn’t stop going back to fix every little detail.
he caught onto a weird soft sound. he checked that part of the video, but couldn’t spot anything wrong in the audio timeline. he paused the video, took off his earphones, and heard it again.
it came from his phone.
more specifically, jisung’s end.
jaemin and jeno stared at each other, confusion plastered on both of their faces. they both stopped what they were doing, looking at the youngest. the sounds were clearly moans. soft moans and pleasured whimpers mixed together. with a click of jisung’s mouth, they got louder and whinier.
wasn’t he playing the sims? what the hell was happening?
jisung looked fine, almost bored. if you didn’t know him, that is. he had a blank look to him, sure, staring at his computer, but the way he nibbled on his index finger was enough for jaemin and jeno to share another look—a knowing look. but still surprised.
“jisung,” jeno tried.
he played with his index over his bottom lip, shoving most of it into his mouth. “hm?”
“are you watching porn?”
“no,” jisung turned at them, getting his finger off his mouth, like he had snapped out of a trance. he cleaned his finger, cheeks flushing red. “i’m… i’m still playing the sims,”
jeno nodded, looking away. jaemin, on the other hand, squinted, lips pulling upwards in a teasing grin. as he remembered the time jisung asked him to help him install a sex mod on his game.
he tilted his head and said, “are you… are you getting turned on watching your sims fuck, jisung-ah?”
if jisung was already red, he turned a brand new shade of wine. he pushed his hair in front of his eyes as he did when he was mortified. he slouched in his chair, looking away.
“no…” he lied.
jaemin cooed, “isn’t he cute when he pouts like that, jeno?”
jeno chuckled.
“i’m not pouting,” jisung argued, glaring at the phone as if he wanted to set jaemin on fire. “i was just playing!”
“and thinking of us?” jeno joined in on the teasing.
“n-no!”
“oh, definitely not. our pure baby jisungie would never do something like that,” jaemin said, crossing his arms as he reveled in the way jisung cover his face with both hands. even after two years of dating, he still couldn’t deal with his hyungs ganging up against him. “c’mon, no need for that, baby,”
“i just—i like doing it. it’s a fun, realistic detail for a life simulation game,” jisung shrugged, all embarrassed. he uncovered his face, and the sight was too cute to handle.
“and you totally don’t rub one off afterwards,” jeno joked, making jaemin laugh, tossing his head back, phone almost falling from its position.
“i don’t!” jisung lied through his teeth, closing his hands in fists, threatening to punch them.
“get up then,” came jaemin’s voice.
jisung stopped, “what?”
with his face on his hand, watching jisung like it’s his favorite tv show, jaemin teased, “get up and show us you’re not hard right now,”
“yeah,” enabled jeno, smirking. “you totally don’t get hard for 3d character, right, ji?”
“y-yeah, right,” scoffed jisung, shuffling in place.
he looked around, planning. it’s so cute, how he thought he could cheat his way out of that situation, as if his boyfriends hadn’t found him jerking off to 3d hentai before. jeno and jaemin could see the clogs working inside his brain. so amusing.
“okay,” jisung muttered at last, pushing his chair back, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his sweatpants, moving it forward, to hide his very obvious bonner. he stood there, awkward, glaring at jaemin and jeno. “see?” he shrugged. “i’m not hard,”
jeno pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing at him. thing about jisung was how hard he tried to lie. it never got old. he didn’t know when to stop, diving a deeper hole for himself every damn time. and whereas jeno usually went along with his lying, letting their adorable baby do as he pleased, jaemin enjoyed doing the complete opposite—pulling jisung out of his little hiding holes by his hair, with a shit-eating grin to match.
and that’s what happened here.
jaemin hummed, “it turns you on really badly, huh, dear?”
jisung froze, “n-no,”
“we can see how hard you are, jisung,” said jeno, softly.
jisung bit his bottom lip, sighing in defeat. he crossed his arms, sitting down in his bed. he pushed his chair out the way his feet, so his hyungs have a perfect view of his full body. a tempting sight, frankly—shy and hard jisung in bed, wearing his delicious grey sweatpants and fannel shirt, messy hair and tired face being the cherry on top for his restless vampire look. jisung darted his eyes down, playing with his hands.
they were a weird combination.
while jisung had a thing for animation, jeno liked dirty talk. and jaemin… well, there was no real limit to what na jaemin liked or disliked. jeno was a big fan of honesty during sex. he found it better than lying or acting bratty. to make jaemin or jisung pour out how much they loved feeling his dick going in and out of them. to make jisung cum all over himself as he cried that he loved them both. to make jaemin shiver as he confessed how much he loved fucking them just right.
jaemin knew it all—every detail about his perverted little boyfriends. the thought of teasing jisung some more, knowing he’d soon pout and whine, and confess, all honest and sweet drove jeno crazy. he knew because jeno looked back to his tablet, swallowing hard. he knew how jisung wanted to be put back in his place, told to strip down and follow their orders, all based on the way the younger would play with his hands, jutting out his bottom lip.
it was enticing. to play with both of his boyfriends right now, when they clearly wanted it, but were too shy to say anything.
all they needed was a little push.
and that was jaemin’s thing.
“you’re going to take care of that, baby?” jaemin purred, dropping his voice to a lower tone. in the silence that had fallen inside the room, his tone sent shivers up jisung’s body.
the younger brought his eyes up, gnawing at his bottom lip. “what, right now?”
“why not? it’s not like we’ve never seen it before,” jaemin continued, analyzing the way jeno fidgeted on his end, preening at the dirty words about what they’ve done, the hours they’ve shared worshipping each other’s bodies, fucking each other until they were exhausted. he continued, “or touched it… or licked it,” jeno’s breath hitched. jaemin smiled, “right, jeno?”
“yeah…” jeno let out.
jaemin’s eyes turn dark, living for the way his two boys waited for his next words. jisung looking lost and needy, wanting them to do something. and jeno fighting the urge to do it himself.
“what do you want jisung to do right now, jeno?” asked jaemin.
jeno took a second, ears turning red, “i, um… i want him to take care of himself…”
“hyung,” jisung pouted, whiny, so visibly desperate. “play along,”
“yeah, jeno. play along,” teased jaemin. “we all know what you meant. you want to watch jisung take off his pants and underwear. but not his shirt, because he looks good in fannels, doesn’t he?” jeno let out a meek yes. “you want to watch his big hands wrapped around his dick, as he touches himself for us,” jeno fidgeted, avoiding to look at the camera. jaemin continued, “or maybe, you just want to hear it. it’s up to you,”
“what is it that you want, hyung?” asked jisung, moving closer to his phone. he reached for his phone.
“no,” said jeno. jisung stopped. “leave your phone like that,”
“alright,” jisung breathed out.
jaemin got comfortable, merely watching those two interact, other hand reaching down to massage his dick over his pants, tugging feeling under his stomach growing by the second.
“what next?” he said.
“do what jaemin said. take off your clothes, but not your shirt,” muttered jeno.
jisung obeyed. he went back to bed, tossing his pants and underwear to the floor, following jeno’s low words as he ordered him to touch himself. jaemin’s mouth watered at how jisung’s large hands were so shy, so awkward, wrapped around his shaft as he jerked himself off slowly at first.
the first sounds that escape jisung’s lips went straight to jaemin’s dick. it didn’t take long until he was hard too, touching himself over his clothes at the sight of jisung’s thighs, small waist and hard cock. his pace got faster, grip growing tighter, and he huffed whiny.
the best part was jeno’s reaction to it all; the way he couldn’t hold himself any longer, dark features carefully analyzing every bit of skin their baby exposed; the way he moved back too. though they couldn’t see anything from his chest down, based on the way his arm moved, he touched himself too, just as fast, just as desperate, biting his lips not to make a lot of noise.
it felt like a secret. a private little moment between them. they didn’t usually do this sort of thing. the three prided themselves in having a surprisingly low libido, considering all their fetishes and how people perceive polyamourous relationships. it felt sweet, though. to do this. to watch his lovers moan when he’s out of reach. to watch them please themselves, with the shared thought of touching one another. so sweet.
“what are you thinking about, jisung?” jaemin encouraged. “just jeno? just me? or both of us?”
“b-both of you…” jisung panted, fluttering his eyes closed. he slowed down, squeezing the tip of his dick like he’s controlling himself. precum rolled from it, and jaemin moaned, thinking of how he tasted. “i miss touching you two. at once. sharing kisses, and… fuck, ah, that t-time when you guys… um,”
“spitroasted you,” offered jeno in a low tone, to which jisung nodded, lost of words. jeno covered his face. he looked so red, a little grunt escaping him. “i miss that… jisung, y-you are so hot. jaemin, it’s unfair that you’re not doing it with us,”
“oh, but i am,” added jaemin. “i’m shoving my hand in my pants right now. i can’t help it. now when you two are this fucking insane,” jaemin squeezed his own dick, slow movements as he liked, teasing himself. he fluttered his eyes closed, breathing out. “i wanna do that again. but i want to fuck jisungie this time around,”
jisung whimpered at the thought, arching his back, “please. i n-need that,”
“do you?” purred jeno, sweat beeds around his forehead as he moved back, laying on his couch. he turned the camera around to flash his swollen dick, as the way he worked on the shaft, faster, faster, before turning it back, embarrassed. “you need jaemin to spread you nicely as i fuck your throat, sungie? mm? you want to be treated like our little slut again?”
jisung moaned. he turned around in bed, legs spasming as he moaned, hiding his face against his pillow. “i do. i miss everything. i m-miss fucking you guys too… c-can’t we just fuck all day?”
jaemin moved to show himself, exposed body, all of it. he spread his legs, hard dick. “oh, we most definitely can. do you wanna cum down jeno’s throat again, jisung?”
“p-please…” jisung panted. jaemin knew he was close, thanks to the way he trembled and moved. couldn’t keep still. “i thin w-we should spitroast jeno next time,”
“oh… ah, yeah. i, i’d love that. i’m…” jeno moaned, hesitating as he looked away from them. he fidgeted, panting. “i’m going to turn off my camera, okay…?”
“why?” jisung pouted, whiny, raising his body a little to stare back at his phone.
“i get…” jeno flushed. “uncomfortable like this. i like it when you can only hear me. let your imagination run wild,” he laughed, embarrassed. “is that okay with you? i’m sorry i ruined the mood…”
“of course, baby,” said jaemin, shaking his head to his final words. “get comfortable. this is supposed to be fun and good for both of us,”
“yeah, hyung, you didn’t ruin anything,” chirped jisung, sending him a sweet smile. “we’re going to love it anyway,”
jeno sighed, and turned off the camera. but they could still hear the shuffling noise as he moved. they waited until the other was good to go. after all, they wanted to do this together, and it’s not fun when one of them wasn’t feeling it.
“okay. i’m good now,” jeno whispered. “sorry,”
“so you want to be spitroasted, hm?” jaemin continued, like nothing had happened, encouraging him to keep going, as he knew jeno was prone to shutting off when shy. “you want jisung’s big dick in your mouth as i fuck you, or the other way around? you know how i am when i fuck your pretty little mouth,”
“fuck, i, i do,” jeno moaned. his voice was deep and needy. “i think jisung deserves to fuck us. it’s been so long. he’s b-been such a good boy, fuck, ah… for us,”
“h-have it?” jisung preened at the compliment, flushing.
“of course, you have. look at you,” added jaemin, darting his eyes to jisung’s end, where he could watch his curves. “so good for us, touching yourself. all pretty like that,” jisung whined, legs trembling. his hand got lazy, stuttering pace as he pumped his dick. jaemin smirked. they knew what that meant. “are you gonna cum, jisungie?” jisung hummed in agreement, hopeless sounds leaving his rosy lips. “then cum for your hyungs. show us how good you can be,”
“i… a-ah,” jisung tried to say something, but the words died before they could form a proper sentence. he trembled, and gasped, arching his back. ropes of white came out of his dick, onto his chest, as he overstimulated himself, jerking himself to ride the orgasm.
“holy shit, jisung, you’re so hot, i…” jeno let out, voice growing louder, verging on broken. “i’m c-close,”
“isn’t he adorable, jeno?” jaemin knew exactly what to say to rile the other up. “just think of how he’ll be under us, all covered in cum, trembling and moaning for us like that,”
jeno hiccuped on his moans, low voice letting out the most delicious sounds. they went straight to jaemin’s dick, and he panted, pace growing fast. jeno sounded muffled when he came, but it was enough to drive jaemin to the edge, cumming over his bedsheets as well.
jaemin groaned, melting against his matress, covering his face with his arms. jisung turned around in bed, shy and embarrassed, totally not in the mood anymore, muttering something about cleaning the bedsheets later. jeno turned on the camera, looking at them with his round eyes, like a puppy.
they all stared at each other, before letting out a hearty chuckle at their situation, coming down from the high of being absolute hornballs for one another.
“i feel gross,” said jisung, at last, turning to face the camera. “i’m going to take a shower and go back to the sims,”
jaemin frowned, “it’s almost 1 am. you’re going to bed,”