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When Matthew signed up to have a sexy time with Jiwoong, Hanbin, and Zhang Hao, not in his wildest delusions would he have thought it would come to this.

Look, to begin with, it was the first time he would have a threesome… foursome, whatever. Jiwoong and Matthew’s own relationship was fresh. They started dating two months ago, and for now, it had all been flowers and unicorns. Jiwoong was his first boy, and he had set the bar high. Seriously, Matthew adored him.

Jiwoong was funny, charismatic, considerate, and fucking sexy. What more could he ask for in a boyfriend? Besides, their lives had been so different that they spent hours sharing anecdotes. Matthew told him about his high school days in Canada, about his prom and the pretty girl he had a crush on. Jiwoong, for his part, told Matthew about his harsh road to success in kpop, about Seobin and their funny first time, or about being gay in Korea.

Matthew tried to feign nonchalance when Jiwoong confessed that he had fucked Zhang Hao and Hanbin, at the same time. Butterflies swirled in his stomach at the thought of it. My god, why was that so hot? He should rather be jealous. But no, he was just terribly curious, so he couldn't help but ask for details.

And hey, the conversation ended with a very thorough demonstration of how Jiwoong had fucked Hanbin against the headboard, so no objections from Matthew.

When Jiwoong pulled him away from the maknaes’ prying ears and told him about Zhang Hao and Hanbin's new proposal, his answer automatically was yes. Jealousy be damned, such an opportunity only came along once. Perhaps he felt a bit embarrassed for lusting after Hanbin. They had known each other for years, and he had never entertained those kinds of thoughts about his hyung before.

Not that Matthew wasn't aware that his best friend was the Korean beauty standard itself, but he never gave it a thought. And Zhang Hao was hot, that's for granted. His duality was worth studying, nobody really knew if he was a princess out of a fairy tale or the most imposing embodiment of sensuality. So regardless, Matthew was in.

They didn't rush the meeting, and several weeks passed since the proposal without finding the right time.

Their opportunity came in LA. Hanbin and Matthew were hotel roommates, just like Zhang Hao and Jiwoong. It only took a message from Zhang Hao in the chat group…

Tonight.

Hanbin then suggested meeting in Jiwoong and Zhang Hao's room, the furthest away from the children and staff, and they agreed to meet after dinner and shower.

When they both showered, finally clean and refreshed after practice, Hanbin and Matthew left their room in silence. The long corridor seemed endless to Matthew. He put out a forced smile. He was so embarrassed to admit he was a bundle of nerves.

Hanbin-hyung gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand. The gesture of friendship, so familiar, puzzled Matthew. He was surprised that his best friend seemed so impassive by the prospect of their planned activities. He was the usual Hanbin, charismatic and confident, apparently not affected at all.

Zhang Hao was waiting for them with the door ajar. They went inside the room immediately, since it wasn’t prudent to linger in the corridor.

The first thing that told Matthew this was more than just a friend gathering was Zhang Hao greeting Hanbin with a peck on the lips. The couple never kissed in front of the members, even though everyone knew about their relationship.

Jiwoong was sitting on the edge of the bed, and as soon as Matthew came to him, he pulled him onto his lap and kissed his cheek.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, smiling. Matthew nodded, but his boyfriend's grin and the hand grounding him by the hip, did wonders to calm his nerves. Matthew’s eyes swept the room.

It was evening, and some light was still shyly filtering through closed curtains. Even so, the room was warmly lit by indirect lights, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The soft white beds of the luxury hotel were pushed together. Innocently ready for the action.

Matthew swallowed hard when he realized what had been arranged on a pillow. A bunch of condoms, lube, red ribbons, toys…

His hyungs already thought of everything beforehand. He couldn't stop staring at it. He didn’t know what to expect, but of course reality exceeded his expectations.

Hanbin flung himself face down on the bed, rubbing his face against the soft pillows, purring happily. Zhang Hao laughed at his cuteness, while serving four shots of soju in small glasses from the bar cabinet.

Matthew thought drinking was a fantastic idea. He needed something to calm his self-consciousness. The four of them, sitting on the bed in an almost perfect circle, toasted and drank their soju in one gulp. The familiar liquor burning Matthew's throat felt great.

Zhang Hao refilled the drinks and handed out the glasses again, but this time no one drank right away.

Without saying a word, Jiwoong began to undress. Hanbin, watching him and leaning on his elbow on the bed, also began to undo the buttons of his shirt with his free hand.

“Already?” asked Matthew incredulously.

“Come on, Matt-chu. We don't have all the time in the world, and there are four of us,” Hanbin laughed with a wink. “We're not going to waste time here.”

“Hanbin is just impatient, Matthew, don't listen to him,” Zhang Hao chuckled, but he was also taking off all his clothes.

So Matthew got up and did the same. He took off his shoes and socks first, and then, with trembling hands, he took off his shirt and pants. He jumped when he felt a hand resting on the small of his back. Zhang Hao's deep voice raised butterflies in his stomach.

“So well-built, Matthew. A cute face and a strong body, I like it,” Zhang Hao's breath in his ear sent a shiver down his spine. Matthew realized this was the first time they undressed in front of each other. He had seen Hanbin naked hundreds of times before, changing clothes or in the shower. And, of course, Jiwoong was his boyfriend, so that intimacy was a given.

Matthew felt slender and foreign fingers sliding down his underwear, stripping him of the last layer of clothing. He tried to stay still, but he really needed to watch. He turned around and contemplated Zhang Hao's body. His hyung was beautiful. Delicate and slim, yet powerful at the same time. The way he stood up proudly naked before Matthew, denoted an enviable self-confidence. He was incredibly hot.

“Do you like what you see, Matthew?” he asked with a cocky smile. Matthew nodded and swallowed. Zhang Hao rewarded him with a soft kiss on his hair. “Go with Jiwoong-hyung, cutie, we'll have more time to play later.”

Matthew turned around to meet Jiwoong's gaze. His boyfriend was already completely naked, and he was just glorious. Matthew threw himself into familiar arms and heard a soft chuckle in the background. Hanbin-hyung.

Matthew and Jiwoong kissed slowly, sucking on their tongues, clinking their teeth, tasting each other's hot mouths in a passionate battle.

They parted, gasping for breath. Jiwoong placed a shot of soju on Matthew's lips, and he gulped it down. A drop spilled from his lips across his chin. Jiwoong, now behind him, reverently licked the spilled liquor. 

“Put on a show, you're always the hottest when you kiss,” Jiwoong asked, not to Matthew, but to the other two boys in the room.

The moment Matthew looked ahead, he lost his sanity. Zhang Hao and Hanbin were shamelessly kissing each other kneeling in the center of the bed. They were entangled as one. As fans said, the mirrors were mirroring. Hanbin was pulling back Zhang Hao's hair while Hao-hyung caressed his boyfriend's buttocks, pinching at times, teasing his fingers along the crack of his ass. 

Matthew felt Jiwoong’s warm lips in his ear, whispering dirty words. “Look at them, they're gorgeous. Can you imagine getting your hands on them?” Jiwoong stroked Matthew's cock slowly. “Why don't you go closer, mmm?”

Matthew shook his head, he was too embarrassed to take action. Seeing Hanbin naked did things to him. It felt like a sin, to be allowed to contemplate that forbidden vision. He swallowed hard. “N- Not yet, Jiwoonnie. Mmm! Let me watch first. I promise I'll join you later.”

Jiwoong nodded and set about disarming Matthew for a while. His hot mouth bit into his lips, and his firm hand continued playing with his hard member, bringing Matthew almost to the brink of cumming. He was melting in his embrace.

The two lovebirds in front of them parted ways, and Zhang Hao reverently caressed Hanbin's cheek, probably whispering sweet nonsense to him.

“Jiwoong hyung, we need you here,” demanded Zhang Hao. Jiwoong said goodbye to Matthew with a peck and a mischievous smile. He didn't seem sorry for leaving him in such a sorry state, and Matthew felt a pang of jealousy.

The moment Jiwoong grabbed Hanbin's hip, the mood changed. Zhang Hao's eyes darkened with lust and his voice, sweet so far, was now harsh and mocking. “Tell Jiwoong why we're here, Binnie. You were so needy when you begged me to bring him and Matthew into our bed. The hottest thing to you, right?”

“I- Jiwoong-hyung, I've been stressed lately…” Hanbin confessed with his eyes closed.

“Stressed is an understatement,” Zhang Hao snorted. “You've already heard our dear leader yelling at us in practice. He's been on edge, Jiwoong-hyung. He almost destroyed my ass fucking me last night, and today he was mad at me for not keeping up with the choreo, like it wasn't his fault.”

Wait wait wait. What's with Zhang Hao-hyung's way of speaking? Matthew was surprised.

“Sorry, Hao-hyung. I didn’t want to hurt you,” Hanbin apologized, lowering his gaze ashamed.

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. But you're begging for a lesson. You must be a good boy for your gege .”

Hanbin nodded shyly, and Matthew's mouth dropped in surprise. This wasn’t Matthew’s confident hyung. He didn't know what he expected from Hanbin in bed, because he’d never imagined it. But certainly not this coy, complacent attitude. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, he felt a pang of lust.

“I’ve missed your body Hanbin-ah,” said Jiwoong, pinching a rosy nub in Hanbin’s chest. Matthew’s friend moaned loudly, letting his head fall back. “You’re still as eager as ever.”

“Tonight you’ll be patient and behave yourself, Binnie,”  Zhang Hao commented casually, handing one of the red ribbons to Jiwoong, who took it with a mischievous smile. They leaned Hanbin against the nest of pillows at the headboard, securing each of his hands above his head to the sleek metal frame.

The red bindings looked menacing coiled around Hanbin's pale wrists, his fingers clinging to the tight ends tied to the bed. He looked so good. His sweet and cheerful hyung, with his gorgeous face, exposed and vulnerable for their hyungs.

Hanbin had the two older boys' undivided attention, and Matthew, still at a distance from the other three, felt a surge of jealousy as he watched them. He felt a bit inadequate. Matthew knew he himself was hot, but compared to the unmatched beauty of his best friend? Maybe not so much. It was always impossible for him to beat Hanbin at anything.

Zhang Hao's sultry mouth was engrossed in sucking and biting Hanbin's chest, while his hand fiercely pinched the flushed skin. Hanbin’s cute tits glistened with spit. Zhang Hao looked up to meet his boyfriend's gaze. The instant connection between the two was so deep, so charged with affection and sensuality, that Matthew couldn't stop staring.

“Hao-hyung,” Hanbin sighed. Zhang Hao gently stroked the locks spreaded like silk on the pillows.

“Hanbin-ah. It’s time. I won't ask you again,” Zhang Hao's voice was sweet and considerate, but firm. “This will be hard for you. Are you sure you want to do it?"

Hanbin nodded with watery eyes. “Want to be a good boy for you, gege .”

Zhang Hao laughed affectionately at him, petting his nose.

“You're hopeless. Okay, kitten. Just remember your colors,” he said, placing butterfly kisses on his bitten lips and cheek.

Matthew listened to the conversation, feeling dizzy. He and Jiwoong once talked about the color system, but never used it. So far the sex between them has been pretty vanilla.

And speaking of Jiwoong… Matthew's boyfriend absentmindedly caressed the inside of Hanbin's thighs, while looking at their friends with a soft smile. It caught Matthew's attention how, despite the hot scene, Jiwoong's gaze didn’t reflect lust, but warmth. A gaze that clouded with desire the moment Matthew finally decided to draw near them and embrace him from behind.

Jiwoong immediately turned around and kissed him fiercely, grabbing his hair tightly, like he was desperate. Matthew felt his rock-hard cock pressed against his stomach.

“I already missed you, sunshine. These two drive me absolutely crazy. Be my anchor, love. I can't do this without you anymore,” the utter certainty in Jiwoong's voice dispelled Matthew's insecurities and filled his heart with familiar warmth.

This was Jiwoong, his Jiwoong. And together they were going to enjoy this new experience. Matthew gave him a big smile, and Jiwoong's eyes lit up. His beautiful sunflower, always so sensitive to Matthew's emotions. “ My happiness is your happiness ,” Jiwoong confessed to him, the day they started dating.

“Guide me, Hyung,” he asked confidently. Matthew decided it was time to get involved. Where was the fun in being a mere spectator?

Jiwoong took the lube bottle and popped the lid. Then he grabbed Matthew's hand and poured a good amount between his fingers. His other hand slid up Hanbin's thigh, until it reached his ass crack, teasing but not pressing in.

“You've never stretched anyone, Matthew, but you know well what it takes. Put yourself in his place and don't be in a hurry,” Jiwoong explained.

Hanbin. Jiwoong wanted him to prepare Hanbin ? That was unexpected. His cock jumped in interest, and he felt completely embarrassed.

Matthew positioned himself in front of Hanbin, kneeling between his bent legs. Someone had placed a cushion to elevate his hips. Jiwoong parted Hanbin's buttocks, making way for Matthew's fingers. He could feel all the eyes in the room on him, expectant. But there was only one pair that mattered at the time.

“Seokmae-yah,” Hanbin called him. The moment he met eyes with his best friend, Matthew felt the force of lightning striking his body. 

He smiled back at him, stroking his stomach in a reassuring gesture. He then tried to insert the tip of one of his fingers into the narrow hole.

“Matt-chu!” Hanbin called out to him again, and Matthew could hear a note of uncertainty in his voice. “Matt-chu, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.”

Hanbin-hyung, always considerate, even in his current predicament. Matthew leaned down and, for the first time, kissed him. His cracked lips were sweet, and his mouth generous and pliant.

“Hyung! Hyung, I want you. I promise I’ll make you feel good.” 

Hanbin looked at him in astonishment, but relaxed his body right away. The initial embarrassment over, Matthew realized there was a comfortable complicity between them. It wasn't the fiery passion he felt for Jiwoong, nor the yearning for new emotions Zhang Hao gave him, but it felt good to do this with his dearest hyung.

Determined, Matthew slowly inserted his finger all the way in. Hanbin's breath hitched and he slightly writhed in his ties, but immediately relaxed. As always, his friend had impressive control over his own body. He smiled at Matthew. They couldn't stop looking at each other, and barely noticed Jiwoong and Zhang Hao's withdrawal.

“That's it, sweet prince,” Jiwoong's voice, far away. “Give up yourself to Matthew, don't let him down.”

Matthew went into tunnel vision. For the first time, he felt truly powerful in sex. He was given the task of taking care of Hanbin, and that was what he was doing.

“I'll give you another one, is it alright, hyung?” he asked hoarsely. Hanbin nodded and whined as Matthew slid a second lubed finger into his hole. He was so tight. Warm muscles closed around his fingers. Did Jiwoong also feel this every time he put his fingers inside Matthew?

“It hurts, Matt-chu. It hurts.”

“It’s alright. Take your time. Look at me, hyung,” said Matthew. Jiwoong would also comfort him with similar words, and it usually worked fine. He combed Hanbin's disheveled hair, giving him time to get used to the intrusion. It was Hanbin who first raised his hip to draw more friction against the fingers inside him, so Matthew began to scissor the narrow walls.

Hanbin's eyelids fluttered, his impossibly long eyelashes shadowed his beautiful features. Matthew took all the time he deemed necessary to open him. He applied more lube to his swollen entrance, convincing himself that he could achieve a painless experience for Hanbin. His hyung easily took the third finger with a satisfied sigh.

“Matthew. Matthew, you’re doing great,” the compliment was the best gift for Matthew. Feeling encouraged, he decided to try his luck and twirl his fingers to find his friend's sweet spot. Hanbin let out a melted moan, and Matthew knew he achieved his goal.

Hanbin looked utterly undone. His teary eyelids were half open and his mouth open wide in pleasure. Matthew was proud of himself.

But all good things come to an end. Matthew was snapped out of his reverie as Zhang Hao's hand gripped his arm, stopping his thrusts. Jiwoong also approached.

“That's enough, Matthew. Binnie is enjoying it too much,” Zhang Hao muttered, casting an inscrutable gaze.

Matthew was outraged. Isn't this all about making his hyung feel good? Hanbin was composed, resigned to his fate. But it didn't have to be like this! He could take care of him by himself!

“Oh, Matthew! Falling into his trap so fast,” Zhang Hao laughed. “Hanbinnie can talk you into anything if he puts his mind to it, no matter how harmless he seems right now.”

Jiwoong picked up one of the arranged toys. A big and flashy purple plug. He removed Matthew's fingers from inside Hanbin to replace them with the cold plastic piece, without any warning. 

Hanbin cried at the intrusion and tears spilled down his face. Matthew couldn't help but wipe them off with the back of his hand. He stared at the other two boys looking for an explanation.

“Don't be angry, Matthew. He asked for it. And he has resources to stop it if he isn’t satisfied. Your color, kitten,” Zhang Hao demanded, turning to Hanbin.

Hanbin seemed overwhelmed, which wasn't surprising given the size of the toy pressing down into him. He was biting his lip and breathing hard. He responded to Zhang Hao with a small voice.

“Gr-” he stopped for a moment to rein in his hiccups. Matthew felt a pinch in his stomach. “Green.”

Zhang Hao smirked, as if to say “I told you so.” He didn't spare Matthew as he pushed him away and completely covered Hanbin's body with his own, kissing him like a wild animal.

“Don't whine like that for anyone else, kitten. You know you're provoking me,” he rubbed his body against Hanbin's, as if possessed, their limbs touching everywhere.

“Look at us, my love. Both ready to get fucked. I missed your fingers inside me, but I think Jiwoong has done a good job with me.”

Hanbin's eyes widened in surprise. Matthew could tell that the fear born in his eyes contained no trace of pleasure this time.

Zhang Hao moved away from Hanbin, approaching Jiwoong. Hanbin was silent, alone and exposed in his white nest, trembling.

Matthew laid down beside Hanbin and hugged him. If those two insane demons were going to do what he thought, Matthew was going to watch the whole show together with Hanbin. They weren't going to be able to separate him from him. He placed his hand on his hip, tracing circles over his naked skin.

“Matthew, make sure Hanbin is watching,” Jiwoong asked. Matthew snorted.

Jiwoong and Zhang Hao together was the hottest thing he's ever seen. Matthew was so astonished, he had no room for jealousy. His gentle Jiwoong was kissing Zhang Hao like they were in battle. They grabbed each other's hair, clawing their skin. He could hardly call the nibbling as kisses, but both were smiling.

Zhang Hao bit Jiwoong, particularly vicious. Matthew’s boyfriend pushed him away, groaning in pain and clutching his hurt lip. His eyes darkened in lust, and he pounced relentlessly on Zhang Hao.

“I should teach you manners, princess. Learn from your boyfriend. He’s so sweet, so moldable when I shove my cock inside him.”

“You enjoy him too much for my liking,” Zhang Hao roared, his eyes reflecting the same darkness as Jiwoong's. Watching them was overwhelming. Matthew felt Hanbin's body tremble even more, so he held him tight against him.

Jiwoong hurried to grab a condom and put it on his cock efficiently. He stepped behind Zhang Hao and his fingers quickly disappeared between his asscheeks. Zhang Hao let out a moan, but he didn’t seem to be hurt.

“I'm ready, hyung. Nice and open since before.”

Jiwoong grabbed his wrists and without further ado proceeded to slowly push himself inside of Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao shivered, and Matthew realized Jiwoong bottomed out in one single thrust.

“Such a pretty princess for me. Always so proud, Zhang Hao. Now you don't say anything, do you? How does it feel to be filled with my cock?” 

Jiwwong began to move with steady, slow thrusts. Zhang Hao closed his eyes and moaned, releasing one of his wrists from the steel hold and reaching up with his arm to cling to Jiwoong's nape. 

Jiwoong grabbed his chin and tilted it up, sticking fingers into his mouth. Zhang Hao shamelessly sucked on them, letting go of himself with pleasure. His hips welcomed each of Jiwoong's pushes, faster and faster.

“Hyung!” he groaned, barely coherent.

“Just look how well you take my cock, princess. You're so greedy. I bet you've been feeling so empty ever since Hanbin finished fucking you last night. I don't think you were as sore as you said before.”

Matthew was mesmerized. He realized he’d been stroking his own hard dick for some time. He felt that he was going to burn in lust. He wanted this dark version of Jiwoong for himself. Suddenly, the memory of his boyfriend's gentle hands wasn't enough. He wanted more. Wanted everything.

A plaintive whine brought him out of his reverie. He stared horrified at his best friend's tear-stained face. His body was shaking a lot. How long had he been crying silently?

“Hyung? Are you okay?” Matthew asked. Hanbin didn’t answer him. His empty gaze didn’t leave Zhang Hao for a second. Matthew noticed that Hanbin was searching for his boyfriend's eyes, to no avail.

“Jiwoong! That is. So good. AH! You feel so good,” groaned Zhang Hao. Jiwoong was biting his neck, and the first hickeys could already be seen on the immaculate skin. His thrusts didn’t relent for a moment.

But Matthew couldn't enjoy it anymore. Hanbin released his grip on the bonds holding him, and dropped his entire weight like a puppet. His wrists dangled from the restraints in an awkward position.

He wondered what Jiwoong would do, what Zhang Hao would do. It was obvious. Matthew steeled himself, and with a gentle finger to Hanbin’s chin, he made him look into his eyes. He swallowed hard before asking.

“Color?”

Silence fell between them, broken only by Zhang Hao's moans in the distance. Matthew thought that Hanbin might not answer, and he felt afraid for him, but a few seconds later, his best friend's cracked voice made its way through his punished lips.

“Red,” Hanbin replied with wide eyes, as if he didn't believe what he was saying. And once said, he couldn't stop it anymore. “Red. RED! RED! HAO!” He cried loudly.

Matthew could never forget Zhang Hao's scared face upon hearing Hanbin screaming. He and Jiwoong separated in a blink, so fast that it couldn't have been comfortable, but it didn't matter.

Zhang Hao knelt, shaky and breathless, next to Hanbin. His cheeks were flushed with adrenaline, and he had a hand over his heart. Matthew couldn't hear it, but he was sure it was beating wildly. He caressed Hanbin's cheek carefully, as if he were made of porcelain.

"Please, angel, talk to me. I'm with you now,” Zhang Hao pleaded in a whisper.

Jiwoong hugged Matthew in shock, but didn’t approach the other couple. This was too personal a moment. Matthew squeezed his hand, as if to say, "I'm here."

Hanbin's eyes were closed and he barely moved, as if he locked up himself. Zhang Hao continued to pet him, and Matthew had to admire the older boy's patience.

“Sorry,” Hanbin's voice was barely there.

“Why?”

“I couldn't bear to watch you together. It isn’t fair for you. I'm beyond selfish. I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“Okay. It’s okay, kitten. What you don’t like, you don’t like. This isn’t a competition.”

“Is it true that you love me, gege ? Tell me it's true,” asked Hanbin. He looked distraught.

"Please Hanbin, you’re breaking my heart. I love you more than my life,” a rebellious tear fell down Zhang Hao's cheek. The kiss that followed was the sweetest thing Matthew had ever seen.

“Zhang Hao, maybe Matthew and I should go,” Jiwoong said softly, as if afraid to interrupt something sacred.

“Sorry, Jiwoong-hyung,” it was Hanbin who answered. “And I'm sorry to you too, Matt-chu. I'm a crybaby, and I've ruined everything. But I would like you to stay, if you wish.”

Matthew couldn't help but jump on top of his friend and hug him tight. He had a hard time seeing Hanbin in that state. Right now he just wanted to stay with him. Hanbin kissed his hair and Matthew snuggled closer to him.

“Let's start by getting rid of the ties. Hyung, help me, please,” Zhang Hao asked. Between the two older boys, the restraints that held Hanbin's wrists were undone. The skin underneath was marked and a little swollen.

Zhang Hao absently tangled the now harmless red ribbon in his fist, and brought it to his mouth, sliding his lips over the satin fabric and inhaling its scent. Hanbin’s scent. A tear fell down his immaculate face.

“Hao-hyung?” asked Hanbin, with a small voice.

“Nothing. I just…" He looked at Hanbin sadly, throwing away the tie as if he hated it, and reaching for Hanbin's damaged wrists, which he began to massage remorsefully. "I keep hurting you.”

There was something vulnerable about this Zhang Hao, like the lines in a porcelain doll starting to crack. Matthew had never seen such insecurity in him. Usually, Zhang Hao was a master in self-confidence, valuing his own talents and convictions.

“Hao-hyung. You know I like it when it hurts," Hanbin assured him anguished. "It's not your fault."

Zhang Hao let go a bitter laugh and wiped his own wet face with the back of one hand. “Not always, angel. I keep forgetting your limits. Not everything is ok with you.”

“No! Sorry, hyung. I'm fine now, I lost control before. Please, don’t be sad. I love you, gege ."

Zhang Hao smiled warmly, and they kissed on the lips, although their eyes were still wet from before. 

When they parted their lips, Zhang Hao stretched out on the bed and hugged Hanbin from behind, propping himself up on one elbow so he wouldn't lose sight of Matthew and Jiwoong.

Zhang Hao caressed Hanbin’s buttocks, frowning. “Hurts? Do you want me to take it out?” he asked. Oh god, Matthew forgot that Hanbin still had that monster plug inside him.

“Later. Just hold me now,” Hanbin replied, and Zhang Hao buried his face in his neck and hugged him tighter. Hanbin was sandwiched between Matthew and Zhang Hao.

Matthew felt Jiwoong's soft fingers slide down his back until they reached his ass. “Your turn, sunshine. Let your beautiful hyungs here hear your cute moans. Don’t be shy."

Jiwoong's fingers probed his entrance. It was a familiar feeling, but tonight they weren't alone, and Matthew felt truly exposed. In a good way. All those eyes watching him, expectant. Everything was different than usual, from Hanbin's flushed warm skin, where Matthew rested his head, to Zhang Hao's undivided attention.

Jiwoong was a fucking genius with his fingers, Matthew had to admit. He knew exactly how and where to press, or when it was time to add the next one.

“Jiwoonnie-hyung,” Matthew moaned, as his insides itched. Jiwoong slided his fingers firmly, opening and closing them to stretch Matthew's walls with astonishing efficiency.

Matthew jumped as he felt an unfamiliar hand caressing his leaking cock. Zhang Hao was looking at him with a mischievous smile.

“You are like a puppy, Matthew. So obedient and eager. Too bad we didn't think of packing our ear headband collection. Jiwoong-hyung would be delighted to see his cute puppy bark for him.”

Matthew felt his dick throb with arousal, spilling some pre-cum. For someone who had only been learning Korean for such a short time, Zhang Hao surely handled dirty talk very well. How was he so absurdly good at everything?

It caught him completely off guard when Jiwoong hit the hot spot inside him. So many sensations at once were a bit too much, and they hadn't even been as merciless with him as with Hanbin-hyung.

Matthew determined he still had a lot to learn about sex and a lot to demand of Jiwoong. Ah! The possibilities.

Jiwoong playfully pinched his ass and whispered in his ear, “Do you want to see something good, sunshine? Do you want to see what I do with your beloved hyung?”

Matthew groaned in agreement. Today, he was ready for anything. This whole night was about new experiences. And yes, of course he wanted to see it.

Zhang Hao and Jiwoong exchanged their men like trading cards. Zhang Hao’s hand around his member tightened, and Matthew knew he wasn’t going to be nice to him. Apparently, the minimum of softness Zhang Hao could tolerate in sex was reserved for his boyfriend. And only once in a while.

Zhang Hao's skillful hand closed around Matthew’s neck. A little, he didn't even squeeze, but it was enough to draw a powerful moan from Matthew.

"Ah! That is. I knew it from the start. I've been waiting to do this all night. I'm glad I'm always right." Hao’s voice was devilish and his smile mischievous, and Matthew felt a little intimidated by that sensual god that his sweet Zhang Hao hyung had become. He was a menace.

This was all so good.

Zhang Hao left his hand pressing lightly on Matthew's neck, while his other hand slipped from his cock and started running up his body, testing and pinching his strong muscles.

In front of them, Hanbin knelt before Jiwoong, who held his chin and brought him closer to his cock.

“Zhang Hao promised you to me tonight. Did you think you were going to escape from me? Enough of your spoiled attitude, at least put your mouth to work."

And boy did he get to work. Matthew knew the size of Jiwoong's dick. He tasted it more times than he could count, and he could tell Hanbin was doing an amazing job. His pink tongue slid up and down, occasionally lingering on the wet tip. His hands toyed with his balls. Jiwoong closed his eyes. He was pulling Hanbin's hair hard.

As Hanbin hollowed his cheeks and swallowed the whole length, Jiwoong let out a moan of exquisite pleasure. He began to pace the thrusting, watching Hanbin from above, satisfied.

“Not so proud now, right? Our mighty leader. You're just a horny bitch for us.” Hanbin gagged around Jiwoong cock, with tears streaming down his soft cheeks. Jiwoong was fucking into his mouth without any care, so Hanbin couldn't defend himself with words. 

“Jiwoong…” Zhang Hao muttered.

“He’s enjoying it, Hao Hao.”

"Maybe today isn’t the best time."

Zhang Hao and Jiwoong battled with their dark and dangerous gazes. Matthew could feel frustration and sexual tension between them. He was convinced that, if it wasn't for Hanbin, they would have jumped on each other like two wild beasts, to finish what was interrupted earlier.

With a sigh, Jiwoong grabbed Hanbin's face and pulled him away from his wet, hard member. Matthew knew his boyfriend was on edge. This was the second time he’d been stopped just before orgasm. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were slightly wet. He was even holding Hanbin harder than necessary.

Hanbin must have also noticed Jiwoong's tension, and he held onto his nape, joining their lips in a slow kiss, caressing his hair and cheeks, offering comfort. Jiwoong grabbed his shoulders and pulled him against his body, desperate for contact.

Matthew knew about Jiwoong's infatuation with Hanbin. They even talked about it before. He knew there were no romantic feelings involved, just a strong protective instinct, and admitted lust. But damn, now he saw them together, it hurt for sure.

Zhang Hao didn't seem very happy either. In response to what was happening in front of them, he scratched Matthew's biceps with his perfect manicure. Matthew turned his head and could see the grinding teeth and the furious glare. Jealousy. If Matthew was learning anything tonight, it was that, no matter how hot the experience, jealousy was the elephant in the room. He couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Perhaps Hanbin had been the most honest of the four.

And speaking of Hanbin. Thank goodness they had him, because the next thing he asked Jiwoong for, was a balm for their soul. What everyone wanted and no one admitted.

“Hyung, I need him,” he whined into Jiwoong’s neck. "I want to go back to Hao-hyung."

Jiwoong sighed and nodded, breathing in the scent of Hanbin's hair.

“Do you want him so much, sweet prince? Always the sweetest for your Hao-hyung. But you've got to be sore down here, tho. Do you want me to help?" After Hanbin's shy nod, Jiwoong asked Zhang Hao as well. "Is it alright if I help him, Hao?"

“Yes,” Zhang Hao replied sparsely, though he didn't sound quite so angry anymore, more like impatient. He smiled at Matthew and, for the first time, he recognized his gentle hyung. He no longer seemed so dangerous now.

"Everything okay, Matthew?" His words were soft, accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. “You also want your Jiwoong-hyung, right? Patience sunshine, I assure you he’s as desperate for you as you are.”

Jiwoong was still holding Hanbin by his shoulders. He soaked his fingers in lube and his other hand exposed his buttocks. From their place, Zhang Hao and Matthew could even see the end of the plug. Jiwoong massaged the entrance with lube before removing the huge toy from inside Hanbin. His hyung whimpered and gritted his teeth, but kept his body still and tense until, with a wet pop, Jiwoong finished pulling the plug out of his sensitive hole.

Hanbin's knees immediately gave out, and Jiwoong had to hold him up. Two heavy tears ran down his flushed face. Hanbin-hyung had so much stamina. They had done everything with him, and he was still pleasing and beautiful for all of them. Matthew was determined to learn from him, in this as in many other things.

Zhang Hao gave Matthew one last kiss on the top of the head and sat up impatiently.

“It’s done,” Jiwoong said to Hanbin softly, caressing Hanbin's lips. “Goodbye, my prince. Don’t make him wait any longer.”

Matthew tried not to overanalyze Jiwoong's sweetness with Hanbin. They finally parted ways, much to Matthew's relief.

Hanbin smiled, propping himself up on his knees and elbows on the bed. He began to approach Zhang Hao with slow, catlike movements.

Jiwoong didn't stay long and immediately positioned himself behind Matthew's back, both lying on their sides, breathing hard and burying his head in his neck. Matthew felt Jiwoong’s hard member against his asscheeks.

Matthew sighed, a little sad, a little insecure.

“Matthew, sunshine. Are you ok?" Jiwoong asked uncertainly. Matthew closed his eyes and answered, determined to be honest.

“You're so soft on him, hyung. I can't help but be jealous. Are you sure you're okay with me?”

Jiwoong didn't answer right away, but hugged him tight and let out an audible sob. He was crying and shaking.

"I'm sorry Matthew, I'm being an asshole today. I love you. Please, I love you. You're perfect. Don't doubt yourself because of me."

“I- I love you too. I just want you to feel you, hyung.”

Jiwoong showered his back with soft kisses, murmuring words of love. Matthew felt tears on his skin. Jiwoong seemed commanding and self-assured, but there was always an underlying vulnerability. A need to care about others, to protect them and be good to them. Matthew adored him.

"Can I, now? Only if you want it, sunshine.”

"Ne!" Matthew responded enthusiastically. Of course he wanted him, more than anything. There was a void inside him waiting to be filled. No more jealousy, no more new experiences. He just wanted to go home.

Jiwoong slowly pushed himself inside him, making sure not to hurt him in the slightest. Matthew felt safe in the familiarity. If he felt any pain, he ignored it, intent on enjoying his boyfriend's first thrusts.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a smiling Hanbin kneeling above him.

Hanbin-hyung lay down on his side in front of him and rested his head on the pillow, never losing his sweet smile. Matthew moaned after a strong thrust from Jiwoong. This was heaven.

"Is it good, Matt-chu?" Hanbin asked in his soft honey voice. Matthew nodded and reached for his best friend's hand, linking their fingers and kissing his knuckles.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity and made good use of the discarded ribbon on the bed. He took Hanbin and Matthew's joined hands and tied them into a pretty red bow. Matthew was enraptured by the cute ties. He felt comfortable next to Hanbin, with their faces facing each other and their hands clasped at chest level. Sharing everything, as always.

Zhang Hao leaned back behind Hanbin. Their bodies instinctively molded against each other. Zhang Hao kept a firm hold on Hanbin's hip. Hanbin, in turn, pushed his entire body back, seeking as much contact as possible.

“Pass me a condom, hyung,” Zhang Hao asked nonchalantly.

Jiwoong did so, never missing a beat in his mission to destroy Matthew's sanity. He was making it very difficult for him to think clearly. And Matthew desperately needed to focus on what was happening in front of him.

Zhang Hao pushed Hanbin's cheek down into the pillow, pressing hard, his grip possessive as fuck. He slid into him in a single thrust, locking his hip with enough force to bruise. Hanbin was an open book. His sensual red lips parted in an impossible “o” and he moaned loudly, squeezing Matthew’s hand. 

“So pretty, kitten,” praised Zhang Hao. “Isn't that right, Jiwoong-hyung? The sweetest best friends, moaning for their hyungs.”

“You’re taking it so well, both of you,” Jiwoong's breath on Matthew's ear made him shudder with pleasure. “I’m sure you did something like this in your Cube years.”

“No! Never! I couldn't…” cried Hanbin, but his response was cut off by a rough thrust from Zhang Hao. Tears were wetting the pillow under Hanbin. He seemed a little overwhelmed, perhaps the result of hypersensitivity after the long wait with the toy inside. Matthew kissed him on the forehead.

“Seokmae-ya,” sighed Hanbin trembling. “AH! Hao-hyung! Not so hard!”

“You tell them, kitten. How it feels like your insides are burning. How it feels when it hurts a little and you can't hold back the tears. So cry for us, angel. Our perfect leader-nim, we've got your back. Let it all go now.”

Something clicked in Matthew's head. Puzzle pieces fitting together.

I've been stressed lately , Hanbin said at the beginning. So the hyungs worked to make him beg and cry, because he needed it. And it took Matthew all night to understand why. He wanted to protect him from himself, his perfectionist and sweet Hanbin-hyung.

And Hanbin was crying, that’s for sure! Rivers of tears spilled down his flushed cheeks. Loud moans filling the room, surpassing Matthew's own moans.

Matthew was mesmerized by his sincere abandon, by his beautiful face and his loving eyes. He just had to put their mouths together, sharing saliva and moans. His tongue devoured his hyung's sweet mouth, as the thrusts became faster for both of them.

“Hanbin-hyung, I love you. You can count on me for anything,” said Matthew in his mouth.

“Seokmae-ya. Lo- Love you, too. I’m glad you’re here.”

As Jiwoong grabbed his cock and massaged him, hard from head to tip, orgasm hit Matthew. His vision went white for a while, and he cried out in pleasure into Hanbin's mouth. Jiwoong, spooning him, pushed himself to the bottom one last time, and also reached the climax with an intense groan, collapsing on top of Matthew, who welcomed his warmth.

When Matthew recovered, his senses caught up with Hanbin and Zhang Hao. At some point, Zhang Hao's thrusts became excruciatingly slow, but also impossibly hard. Every push resounded in the room. Hanbin's cries turned into whining.

“Wanna come, gege . Pl- please let me come,” Hanbin sounded desperate and pathetic, and so alluring. But Zhang Hao showed no mercy.

“Oh, Hanbinnie. I’m not touching you there. Just meow for me. I wanna hear my sweet sweet kitten. I wanna come hearing your cute meows.”

And, oh my goodness, Hanbin delivered. Whining and meowing, twisting on the bed, scratching Zhang Hao in desperation with his free hand. No real difference with a cat. If Matthew hadn't been so recently fucked, he would have come right away. 

Zhang Hao did, a blissful smile gracing his pretty face. Whispering nonsense to Hanbin.

“I love you, sweetie. You’re just my soft kitten. You don’t need to think anymore. You’re so good for your gege . Focus on my voice. Come for me, baobei .”

Sung Hanbin reached his orgasm, uttering a sore meow. His body tensed, dissolving into pleasure, and then he relaxed, letting all of his limbs droop, shaking in bliss. Zhang Hao smirked.

“That was perfect, angel. Rest now,” whispered Zhang Hao affectionately. Hanbin closed his eyes and fell asleep on the spot. Matthew gulped as his eyes met Zhang Hao's.

“What?” Zhang Hao asked, nonchalant. Jiwoong was laughing as he hugged Matthew and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Nothing. I just think you're on the next level, Hao-hyung,” said Matthew. Zhang Hao chuckled. 

“So cute, Matthew. Ask your Jiwoong-hyung to teach you some sexy tricks. No more vanilla sex for the puppy, hyung. Not fair.”

Jiwoong didn't say anything, but he bit Matthew's neck so hard that for a moment Matthew thought his vampire persona was real. At this point, Jiwoong was sulking.

“Don't put ideas into my boyfriend, Zhang Hao. You’re a menace!” Jiwoong pouted, fucking cute in Matthew's eyes.

***

Hanbin and Matthew slept peacefully on the white sheets, their hands still joined. Freshly fucked but impossibly cute, the two friends. They offered a sublime show. Matthew with his innocent inexperience and Hanbin with his sweet obedience.

Jiwoong was sitting at the end of the bed, staring at Zhang Hao drinking fresh water, ignoring Jiwoong on purpose.

“So,” Jiwoong began saying.

“There won't be a third time.”

“Just say you don't want me near Hanbin."

Zhang Hao glared at him. “I don't like the way you crave him so much, to be honest. You say you love him in a non-romantic way, but I don't like seeing you together at all. You're playing with fire here, hyung. Even Matthew noticed it. He was hurt.”

Jiwoong looked down sadly. "I want you to know that I love Matthew more than my life. He’s my sun. It's just… It doesn't matter. You're right. This ends today."

“Hyung. This isn't just about the two of us. Matthew was sad, and Hanbin used his safeword. He never did that before. As you can see, he doesn't take jealousy well. I'm not going to expose him anymore.”

Jiwoong seemed thoughtful, drumming his fingers against his leg. 

“It's been fun, and hot, but none of us were particularly comfortable in our skin today, I understand,” said Jiwoong.

“I have to confess, Jiwoong-hyung. I almost burst out seeing them so comfortable together. That familiarity drives me mad. I know they've been friends for years, but... I didn't expect their sweetness to hit me so hard.”

“I thought the same thing, Zhang Hao. I don't want them together for sex. Never again.”

A comfortable silence filled the room. Both were pleased with their agreement. Zhang Hao pecked Jiwoong's cheek. Both knew it was a goodbye kiss.

“So, no more foursomes? I didn't finish fucking you before, princess.”

“Keep dreaming, Jiwoong.”