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Seungmin loves sitting in Minho's lap–it’s arguably his favorite place to sit. While Seungmin is slightly taller, the sheer difference in the size of their bodies never fails to excite him, feeling significantly smaller whenever he perches himself on Minho's thighs. Especially when Jisung, who had bulked up severely over the past few months, is sitting on his knees behind him, crowding into both Seungmin’s and Minho’s personal space (though personal space didn’t really exist between the three of them anymore) with his chin resting on Seungmin’s shoulder. Jisung seemed more than content, sitting there as Seungmin and Minho kissed. His arms were wrapped around Seungmin’s waist, rubbing his sides and stomach teasingly under his shirt, while Minho's hands had found a seemingly permanent home on his ass.
"God, your waist." Jisung sounds distraught—like Seungmin’s waist had personally offended him—nuzzling into Seungmin's neck.
Seungmin blushes, squirming and overwhelmed, dick on the way to being half hard already. He didn't know how he was going to make it through the rest of the night, but he'd be damned if he didn't try. After another moment, Seungmin pulls away from Minho, lips slick and red, panting. "Happy birthday, hyung." He says quietly, shyly.
Minho flashes him a blinding smile in return, eyes twinkling dangerously, "Thank you, Minnie." Dragging his lips down his jaw, making Seungmin's breath stutter in his chest. "You said you got me a birthday gift? Do I get to find out what it is yet?"
Minho doesn't wait for a response, sucking and nipping at the spot on Seungmin's neck right below his ear. Seungmin has to close his eyes and bite his lip to keep the (embarrassing) noises he’s making from escaping his throat. He takes a shaky breath, and softly pushes Minho's head away from his neck so he could look the boy in the eyes. A vibrant blush graces his cheeks, and he feels, more than hears, Jisung huff a laugh into the side of his neck. "Is it what I think it is, Seungmin?" Jisung asks, mirth thick in his voice.
"Oh? Sungie knows what my gift is too? I'm even more excited now." Minho cheekily pokes at Seungmin's side..
"I-" Seungmin pauses, swallowing thickly, his face burning bright, "Well, I-I had just been thinking about how... okay, you know how sometimes Jisung fucks you? And, like, I’ve never–y'know. Fucked you. Or Jisung. Or anyone, actually–but that's-that's not my point! I was just... I was thinking that I could, maybe, uh–fuck you? If, um, if you're into that of course!"
Seungmin scrunches his eyes shut tightly after the words were out in the air, not being able to look Minho in the eye, tension thick in the bedroom. Neither Jisung nor Minho say anything for what feels like an eternity, and Seungmin is sure he’s being burned alive by how hotly he flushes in embarrassment. He can feel them having a silent conversation with each other above his head, and after the most agonizing five seconds of Seungmin’s life, Minho responds by laughing.
Laughing.
Laughing like Seungmin has just told the funniest joke Minho has ever heard in his life. To make matters worse, Jisung is giggling softly in Seungmin's ear. Traitor, Seungmin thinks.
Seungmin's eyes shoot open, trying desperately to ignore the way his dick twitches in his pants at the sound of their laughter. Minho's eyes sparkle in amusement and out of Seungmin's peripheral he can see a matching grin on Jisung's face. He feels like they’re sharing a joke between the two of them that he’s been left out of–or worse, he realizes: he’s the punch line. "W-what? What's so funny?" Seungmin asks cautiously, slowly, shame pooling in his stomach—molten.
"Seungmin… Seungminie, love of my life," Minho starts, pretending to wipe away a tear, another breathless laugh on his lips, "I appreciate the gesture, I do–it’s very thoughtful. But you are such a bottom it's not even funny."
"Besides," Jisung adds on, trying to be helpful, "When I fuck hyung, he's very much in charge still."
Seungmin flushes hotter, brighter, indignation filling his gut, "I could top!" He defends sharply, ignoring the glance of disbelief that Minho and Jisung share, "I could! Just. Neither of you have ever asked."
Minho rubs Seungmin's lower back placatingly, like Seungmin was a toddler throwing a tantrum, "Babe, it's okay, really! Jisung and I are more than happy with our sex life as it is, you don't have to top just because you think it's what we want."
Jisung nods enthusiastically, head moving on Seungmin's shoulder, patting his stomach in a way Seungmin assumes is meant to be comforting. It does nothing but fuel the fire building in his gut; makes him feel smaller, silly, dumb.
Seungmin sputters a little, "I mean, I'm happy with it too, don’t get me wrong! I just--I could top either of you if I wanted to." A pout graces his face as he folds his arms across his chest, lying through his teeth. "It can't be that hard."
Seungmin knows he’s toeing a dangerous line, watching something dark flicker in Minho's eyes. He can’t help himself, though! He feels cornered, and when Seungmin's cornered, he does what he does best: lie and deflect.
As the words leave his mouth, Jisung's grip tightens on his waist. "It’s not about how hard it is, Min."
Seungmin has to force himself not to shudder at the tone of Jisung's voice in his ear. Minho leans closer to him, face inches away from Seungmin's. He can tell that Minho is done playing along, that this isn’t a fun joke to him anymore. His heart skips a beat in his chest at the realization that he had just dug his own grave and is going to have to lay in it. "At the end of the day, it's not a matter of how strong or capable you are, physically, baby. You have the dick for it, don't you?"
Minho, at some point, has snaked his hand down to where Seungmin's dick is now fully hard in his pants. Seungmin can't do anything to prepare himself against the harsh squeeze that he receives, nor does he have any time to bite back the humiliating whine that rips from his throat at the shockwave of sensation up his spine. Jisung giggles again, a little evil, enjoying the situation far too much. "You do have a big dick, puppy." Jisung agrees, hand running down Seungmin's thigh, pressing hard into the flesh.
Seungmin can feel sweat beading along his hairline, uncomfortably warm at this point. He opens his mouth to retort, to try and backtrack to get out of the situation he's gotten himself into, but Minho beats him to it. "Having a big dick doesn't mean much when you're too dumb to use it, does it, sweetheart?"
“Hnnng–” Heat rushes so quickly through Seungmin, he gets lightheaded. Tears prick painfully at the corner of his eyes, and a loud, whiny moan comes from deep in his throat. His hips jerk forward violently, dick twitching so hard it’s painful, precum leaking from the tip. He’s dizzy and off-kilter, Minho and Jisung’s hands on him being the only thing stopping him from falling over completely. Minho's eyes darken more, and Jisung seems to understand without either of them saying a word, and peels his chest away from where he's spent the past twenty minutes pressed against Seungmin's back, giving them a little bit of space.
"I-I'm not dumb." Seungmin chokes out, cheeks burning hot, stomach twisting in knots. "'M not.”
Minho drags a finger down his cheek, scary in how gentle he is, in comparison to the words he says. "My poor baby," Minho croons, "I've done you a disservice if you think anything otherwise."
Seungmin has to shut his eyes again, forcing himself to breathe against the arousal thrumming through his veins. He takes as steady of a breath as he could manage, counts to three in his head, and stupidly commits to the bit. "I'm serious! If you gave me the chance, I could prove it to you."
"Oh?" Minho says, head tilting in sudden interest.
Minho taps his fingers in an unknown rhythm against Seungmin's waist as he pauses, thinking. "Well," he starts, "If you're so sure... why don't we test it out?"
Seungmin's eyes go big, jaw dropping in surprise, he had not been expecting that at all. "W-what?"
Minho isn't looking at him anymore. He turns to look at Jisung, ignoring the boy on his lap, "What do you think, Jisung? Do you think Seungmin could fuck you?"
Seungmin's breath stops in his throat and he has to think really hard about not choking. He really didn't expect his lie to get him this far. His dick is uncomfortably hard in his pants, and he really just wants someone, anyone, to take them off and fuck him. Despite all of the bullshit he's been spewing, Seungmin is not confident in his capabilities to fuck either of his boyfriends. Definitely not now, either, with both of them testing him.
"Hm." Jisung hums thoughtfully, tapping his chin obnoxiously, "His dick is huge... if he's so sure he can use it properly, I don't see why not."
Seungmin's jaw drops a little more, unbelieving at what's being said, head already feeling a little fuzzy. "That settles it then!" Minho claps theatrically, beginning to push Seungmin off of his lap. "If you can manage to fuck Jisung, while I fuck you, then i'll let you top me the next time we have sex."
Seungmin can't even speak as his two boyfriends start tugging clothes off. Jeans are thrown across the room, t-shirts tangled in a pile at the end of the bed, until all three of them are naked. "C’mon, Seungmin," Jisung lilts, leaning back against the headboard, "aren't you going to come help me?"
Their half empty bottle of lube is shoved into Seungmin's hand and Minho unceremoniously pushes him closer to Jisung, taking up a spot behind Seungmin. Seungmin catches himself with one hand, panting harshly, and finds himself kneeling in between Jisung's legs. Jisung looks so pretty from this angle, hair fanning out around him on the pillow. Seungmin's train of thought of waxing poetry about his boyfriend is cut short, though, when he feels Minho run his hand up the back of his thigh to rest on the right side of his ass.
When he tries to turn to look at the elder, Jisung reaches up and tangles his fingers in Seungmin’s hair, pulling harshly. “Eyes on me, puppy.”
Seungmin whimpers, closing his eyes and desperately trying to catch his breath.
"What are you waiting for?" Minho’s voice is teasing and condescending in Seungmin’s ear, "If you want to fuck Jisung, you have to get him ready."
Seungmin opens his eyes, pushing his weight onto his knees as best as he can, to allow himself more space to move as he pours lube onto his shaky fingers. Minho takes the bottle from him as soon as he's done, repeating the action on his own fingers. "You have to prep him thoroughly, okay, baby? You don't want to hurt Sungie, do you?" Minho's tone of voice is sweet, but Seungmin is all too aware of the threat twisting beneath his words.
"I’ll... I'll be careful. I promise." He whispers, and tries to warm the lube up between his fingers.
Jisung rubs a hand down his chest, rubbing over his nipple gently, causing Seungmin to lurch. Jisung giggles, "I trust you, Minnie. Our pretty puppy doesn't have a mean bone in his body."
Seungmin shivers, full-bodied, at the words, mouth dropping open like he wants to say something, before shaking his head as if it'll clear some of the fog that's settling in his brain. He drags his hand down to where Jisung is spread open below him, cautiously rubbing at his rim. He can hear Jisung's breath hitch as he slowly inches a finger inside. "That's it," Jisung reassures, "just like that, Minnie. Such a good boy."
Seungmin's attention is quickly diverted by the feeling of wetness rubbing against his own hole. He lets out a high pitched whine, Minho shushing him sternly. "Shh, focus on Jisung for me."
Seungmin tries to obey. He really does. It's just so hard when Minho's pushing fingers into his ass, teasingly brushing against the place he wants it most before pulling away, not allowing Seungmin to really feel it. Seungmin tries to shift his focus to opening Jisung up, moving slowly, carefully, as if he'll break him. "You're doing so good for me, sweetie." Jisung says, dragging his hand through Seungmin’s hair, tugging gently again, "Why don't you add another finger, baby?"
Seungmin mewls at the praise, wanting nothing more than to be good for his boyfriends. He slides another finger in, whimpering again, as Minho does the same to him. Minho fingers him rougher than Seungmin fingers Jisung, significantly more confident in his movements as he opens him up. Seungmin struggles to keep his attention on Jisung with a steady pace, as Jisung orders him to add another finger. "Fuck," Jisung wheezes when he complies, "Feels good."
Seungmin twitches, always happy to hear he’s making the others feel good. It makes him want to fuck him so well that neither Minho or Jisung can ever say anything about him being 'a total bottom' again.
Seungmin's taken out of his thoughts by Minho pressing the three fingers inside of him firmly against his prostate. Seungmin jerks hard, making Jisung wince below him, "Fuck,"
Seungmin yelps when Minho doesn't move his fingers, continuing to rub small, firm circles. Little lightning bolts of pleasure shock through his veins as he tries to move away from the feeling, but Minho just follows him, seemingly determined to overwhelm the younger as quickly as possible. “Hhn, hyung I–”
His legs shake at the effort it takes to hold himself up against the pleasure thrumming through him, and he stops moving his fingers inside of Jisung. Jisung says something, maybe a protest, when Seungmin pulls his fingers out, but Seungmin can't hear him. He leans his weight onto both of his hands, caging Jisung between them, head falling between his shoulders. He’s too focused on the feeling and the effort of trying not to come already to process anything else. "Minho—please. Hyungie, cl-close. 'm close—'m gonna—" He stutters out, hands giving out underneath him, as he falls face forward into Jisung's chest.
Jisung wraps his arms around him, welcoming the weight, and brushes his fingers through Seungmin’s hair. Seungmin tenses up, moaning high pitched, long and loud; his impending orgasm gets closer, closer, until—
Minho pulls his fingers out of Seungmin completely. Seungmin lets out a protesting cry, tries to grind down onto Jisung, but Jisung's hands move to his waist to hold him firmly in place. Tears burn at the back of his eyes again, "Wh-why'd you stop?" He complains, trying to catch his breath.
"Didn’t you want to fuck Jisung, baby? Prove to us that you can top?" Minho coos, rubbing a hand on his back to aid in calming him down.
Oh. Right. Seungmin forgot about that. He takes another deep breath and pushes himself back up onto his hands. "I do want to. I will." He reaffirms.
Minho and Jisung both grin at him, "I'm ready, then," Jisung tells him and spreads his legs wider, "Come and fuck me."
Seungmin has to close his eyes to try and stop himself from cumming right then and there. His boyfriend is hot as fuck, sue him.
He readjusts his position on his knees, Minho's hands firmly on his hips, helping to guide him. His dick catches on Jisung's hole and he loses his breath for a second. Seungmin is truly, utterly, royally fucked, he realizes immediately, as Minho uses his grip on his body and forces his dick to slip into Jisung.
Jisung's whining underneath him, hands clenched in the sheets tightly as Seungmin slides in, and he isn't sure if he's going to even get all the way into Jisung before he cums his brains out. He's so hard, so close, and Jisung is so tight around him. "Fuck!" Jisung arches, "You're so big, fuck. What the fuck.”
Seungmin's dick twitches, and he whines, burying his head in Jisung's neck as Minho forces him to keep pushing his hips in "Hyung-hyungie, wait—it's too much, please, wait." He gasps, but Minho doesn't stop.
"It's too much already?" Minho taunts, "You're not even all the way in, puppy."
"Jesus Christ," Jisung wheezes at the sentence, sounding in pain, dick hard and leaking against his abs. "Fuck."
Seungmin cries out as Minho forces him to finally bottom out, hips pressing firmly against Jisung's ass. "Oh my god, oh my god," He chokes out, not even sure if he's making any sense at all. "You're so tight, Sungie,"
He feels Minho lining up behind him without giving him a second to recover, and fuck, he forgot. Minho said he was going to fuck him too, didn't he? Seungmin tries to move away from the feeling of Minho's tip rubbing against his rim, absolutely positive that Minho fucking him right now is going to kill him, but it only results in his hips pushing further into Jisung's tight heat. “Hah–” Jisung yelps loudly, and Seungmin is about two seconds away from crying when he realizes there is nowhere for him to go to escape the overwhelming sensations.
Minho pushes in slowly but incessantly, and Seungmin gives up trying to hold the tears back as he clenches his stomach and sobs, desperately trying not to cum. The feeling of Minho’s dick stretching him out, filling him up, is all consuming. "Fuck, fuck, hyungie, hyungie I can't–I can't. It'stoomuch, oh my god!"
Jisung catches his breath a little bit and rubs his hands up and down Seungmin's back as Minho bottoms out. "Seungmin. Seungminnie, my perfect puppy, please fuck me."
Minho pats his side to urge him into motion, ignoring the state Seungmin was currently in, "Come on," He tells the sniffling boy, "Don't you want to make Jisung feel good? He's asking you so nicely."
Seungmin tries to gasp in lung-fulls of air, feeling like there's too little of it in the room. He tries to pull his hips back to fuck into Jisung, but the movement makes him fuck himself back onto Minho's dick. Minho brushes against his prostate with the motion, and Seungmin’s hips jerk roughly forward in a messy thrust back into Jisung. Jisung whines at the feeling, Seungmin's dick stretching him out but the clumsy thrust not doing much else for him. "Seungmin, please." Jisung begs, brushing Seungmin's fringe out of the way to look at his face, the tears streaming down his cheeks starting to drip onto Jisung's chest.
"I-I'm trying," Seungmin warbles desperately, "It's too much, I'm, hah, sorry–ah!—“
A sharp, stinging slap falls on his ass and his hips lurch forward forcibly into Jisung. Minho rests his hand on the stinging spot, which is quickly turning pink; Seungmin tries to get ahold of himself, "Don't be mean, puppy. Jisung is being so good and asking you so politely. The least you can do is give him what he wants."
Jisung whines at Minho’s words, and Seungmin attempts again. He tries to ignore the feeling of fucking himself on Minho's dick, focusing on fucking into Jisung in a way that will actually feel good for him. Jisung moans in appreciation when Seungmin manages four thrusts in a row, before groaning loudly in protest when Seungmin all but collapses his entire weight on top of him. "God damn it," Jisung whines, annoyed, pulling harshly at Seungmin's hair in retaliation.
Seungmin chokes out a sob, and Jisung huffs and rolls his eyes, "Fuck. It's so unfair that you have a dick this size but you can't even use it."
"I'm sorry," Seungmin cries, "I'm sorry, I'm trying–"
"Shut up," Minho tells him, slapping his ass again, harder this time. "I told you. I told you at the beginning that you were too dumb to fuck us but you insisted. And where did that get us? Now you're crying because you were wrong? Because you can't handle it?"
Seungmin shakes his head, distraught, in Jisung's shoulder, and tries to thrust into him again. Jisung sighs, disappointed and Seungmin sobs thickly at the sound. "Hyung." Jisung breathes, "Do something, please, I'm so hard it hurts."
Minho thrusts roughly into Seungmin, grip tight on his hips to force him to follow the movement through and fuck into Jisung. Seungmin yells out at the feeling, pleasure hitting him from both ends and Jisung gasps out a moan. "Hah, fuck, it's not enough," He complains. "The puppy's in the way, hyung, it'd feel so much better if you were just fucking me instead."
Seungmin's head feels stuffed full of cotton and syrup, Jisung talking about him as if his dick wasn’t currently literally inside of him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He cries out, mindlessly trying to fuck into Jisung.
Minho sighs, annoyed, above him, "Here we are, trying to do you a favor on my birthday, and all we get is you crying between us." He starts pulling out of Seungmin, who mewls at the feeling.
"Shhh," Jisung brushes his fingers down the side of Seungmin’s face, trying to comfort him and whispers in his ear, "Baby… Oh, baby, shhh. It's okay, you tried. It's not your fault, is it? Just our sweet, dumb little puppy, aren't you?"
Seungmin sniffles wetly into Jisung's shoulder, a little pathetic, as Minho pulls him out to manhandle him onto his back. Seungmin’s dick springs up against his stomach, bright red and throbbing. Jisung sits up, stretching, and Seungmin blushes at the way he feels like an absolute mess while his two boyfriends don’t seem affected in the slightest.
"Since you were so determined to fuck Jisung, why don't you let him ride you, hmm? Let someone who knows how to use it put your big dick to use?" Minho asks, flicking the tip of his dick harshly.
"Ah, fuck!" Seungmin tries to curl into himself to escape the feeling, but Jisung's there, straddling him, and his head spins.
He isn't sure he knows which way is up anymore.
"Gonna let me ride you, Minnie? Make myself feel good on your dick?" Jisung is giddy, tweaking one of Seungmin’s nipples just to see him whine and jerk in reaction.
"Please," Seungmin begs, desperately grabbing onto Jisung's hips "Jisung—Sungie, please ride me, I wanna make you feel good–please, hyungie."
Jisung grins down at him at the honorific, knowing that it meant Seungmin was deep. "Okay, okay, hyungie will, calm down." He laughs, a little mean, lifting himself up so he can hold Seungmin's dick steady as he lowers himself onto it.
Jisung's own whine is drowned out by Seungmin's. "Jesus," Minho laughs from his spot next to Seungmin's head, "You'd think you were the one being fucked right now with the noises you’re making, sweetheart."
Seungmin doesn't have the brain power to respond as Jisung starts to fuck himself on his dick. "Shit," Jisung breathes, "God your dick is so big, fills me up so good,"
Seungmin shuts his eyes tightly, as heat pools in his stomach again. Jisung slams himself down, grinding roughly. Every bounce has Seungmin's gut clenching, stomach swooping dangerously, as Jisung twists and clenches on his dick. "Jisung," He whines, "Hyungie, I–you feel so good,"
Jisung leans down, licking and sucking marks into his chest, pinching his nipples between his fingers. The feeling causes Seungmin’s hips to buck up roughly, meeting Jisung's downwards thrust. "Ah, fuck, oh my god!" Jisung gasps, "If only you could fuck me like that all the time."
Seungmin chokes on another high pitched moan, hot tears starting to gather again. He can hear the noises of Minho jerking off next to his head, and feels his heart swell a little at the thought of Minho getting off to the sight of him. "Yeah?" Jisung asks breathily, noticing the tears, "Gonna cry because hyung feels that good on your dick, puppy?"
Seungmin opens his eyes again, Jisung blurry above him due to the wetness, "I–" he tries to say something, anything, but words escape him as Jisung fucks down faster and harder, clenching on the up stroke.
"Are you close?" Jisung provokes, "Gonna come for me? Come inside hyungie and fill him up?"
Seungmin thrashes his head side to side, trying to pull himself together. How pathetic would it be if he came before Jisung did? "I—feels go-uhn-od," is all he manages to babble out. "Oh!"
In the next moment, Minho's voice breaks through the air, "Look at how good Jisung is making himself feel on your dick, Minnie... you couldn't even do half of that for him… big dick but no brain to use it."
Seungmin whines, feeling his gut tighten the more Jisung and Minho talk to him, unsure if he wants them to shut up or keep going. "Poor baby," Jisung mocks, and the domineering tone shoots straight to Seungmin's dick, “There are really no thoughts in that big dumb head of yours, huh, little one?"
Seungmin shrieks, hips bucking wildly and uncontrollably as he comes violently. Jisung yelps at the feeling of cum rushing inside of him, laughing breathlessly, but doesn't make any move to get off of Seungmin. He keeps bouncing himself on Seungmin's dick, helping him through the aftershocks, before stopping and sitting with his ass pressed against Seungmin’s hips.
Seungmin slumps against the bed limply, panting, eyes wet still. He can feel a hand brushing up his arm, though he isn’t able to process who it is before his wrists are pulled above his head. Confused, he opens his eyes, whining at the sight of Minho gripping his wrists, tightly pinning them to the pillow.
Before he has a chance to say anything in complaint, Jisung starts moving on his dick again, faster this time. "Ah! Oh my god, oh fuck! Wait, wait no, hyungie, I–" Seungmin doesn't have any time to recover or think as pain and pleasure crash shoot through his gut like a freight train. "Sensitive!" He cries out.
"Shhh," Minho shushes him once again, "It isn't fair to leave Sungie high and dry after all of that talk about being able to fuck him. Let him cum on your dick, sweet baby,"
Seungmin wails, "No, it’s too much, Jisung–Sungie, it's s'much, please!"
Jisung doesn't listen, panting as he braces himself on Seungmin's chest, driving his hips faster on his dick. "God," He moans, deep in his chest, "You feel so good in me, I can feel you in my stomach."
Seungmin jolts, heat rushing through him too fast toomuchtoomuchtoomuch. He tries to flail and throw Jisung off of him, but after everything he's been put through already that night and with Minho’s unyielding grip on his wrists, he isn’t able to move more than a few centimeters.
He tries to fight against Minho, sobbing as Jisung continues to use his dick to get off. His dick never went soft, and was now throbbing again; Seungmin hurtling towards a second orgasm. Minho pushes down harder on his wrists, and after a moment more, Seungmin gives up the fight, flopping against the bed in defeat. “Thaaat's it," Minho hums, "Just lay there and take it, little one."
Seungmin goes completely slack, crying, as Jisung's thrusts start to get messy again. "Want to feel you come inside me again, Minnie," Jisung says between his moans.
“No, I can’t, I can’t–”
“You can, and you will.” Minho’s voice breaks through, but Seungmin can’t see him through his crying, “Jisung’s not gonna stop until you do,”
Jisung's nothing if not determined too, and starts twisting Seungmin’s nipple again, as he whispers in Seungmin's ear. "So good, puppy, you're being so good, ah fuck! Just-just wanna have you like this all the time– shit–fuck myself on your dick whenever I want."
"Hyungie!" Seungmin weeps.
"You'd like that, huh?" Jisung groans, "Dumb baby just wants to be our fuck toy, huh?"
Seungmin comes, aggressively and suddenly, hips thrusting clumsily into Jisung as he desperately tries to get away from the overwhelming heat on his dick. It’s simultaneously better and worse than his first. "I can't I can'tican't–" He gasps out as Jisung slams himself down once more, tightening up sporadically, cumming on his dick.
"Fuuuuck," Jisung moans, falling into Seungmin's chest, dick sliding out of him.
Seungmin desperately keens, Jisung twitching through the aftershocks, Seungmin can do nothing but lie there, sniffling and catching his breath, as the grip on his wrists disappears.
Minho's there in an instant, arms wrapped around the two boys, as he kisses anywhere he can reach on their faces. "I love you both so much, that was amazing, oh my god you both did so good, I love you, I love you, I love you,"
Jisung wraps his arms around Seungin as he comes back into himself again. Seungmin whimpers, pushing into Minho's hands, trying to get closer to his two boyfriends, "Did good?" He slurs. "Puppy was good?"
Jisung kisses his neck, squeezing him tighter. "You did so good, Minnie, the absolute best, love you so much."
Minho half lays on top of them, and the three of them stay there in a pile of sweat, cum and tears for who knows how long. Suddenly, Seungmin jerks, scaring them. "What? What's wrong?" Minho asks, clutching his chest, as he leans back to look at him.
"You--you didn't–" Seungmin gestures vaguely.
Minho blushes brightly, "Oh I... I did. When you..." He also gestures vaguely.
Seungmin's cheeks flush to match Minho's. "Oh. Okay. Well. That's good then."
Jisung cackles from his spot in their pile, "You two are both such losers, please just come back and cuddle with me."
And who are either of them to deny Jisung anything?
"Happy birthday, hyung." Seungmin whispers once they've fallen back into a comfortable (but disgustingly sticky) cuddle.
"Yeah," Jisung mutters, half asleep on Minho's shoulder, "What he said."
Minho rolls his eyes, and knows that they’ll need to get up and clean soon before they fall asleep and regret it, but staring at the two boys in his arms, he is so, so fond.