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Hongjoong never considered himself to be a jealous man.
He was just… observant. He noticed things, like when his husband attracted looks in the street. Like when cashiers smiled at him for too long, and how quickly those grins faded into something more polite and tight lipped once he wrapped an arm around Yeosang’s waist. Like when servers at restaurants would “accidentally” brush hands with him when retrieving their menus after they ordered their food, and scurry away too quickly to not be guilty.
Or like when their new mailman introduces himself with a smile that’s entirely too warm and a gaze that lingers on Yeosang for longer than Hongjoong would consider appropriate, before turning to shake Hongjoong’s hand too.
Not that Hongjoong was jealous of course, he just noticed, that’s all.
Now, the new mailman was objectively attractive, Hongjoong could admit. He was much taller than the both of them, with pleasant features and a bright smile that showed all of his teeth. His tan skin was flawless and would occasionally redden in the August heat. He had been wearing his summer uniform—blue shorts and white short-sleeved button-up—revealing his charmingly gangly limbs—and a round waterproof hat that should have looked stupid on his tall frame but didn’t. Sometimes, a glimpse of fluffy brown hair could be spotted poking out beneath its wide brim. Hongjoong also couldn’t help but notice how small the envelopes looked in his large hands, despite being standard size.
The new mailman was also objectively attracted to Yeosang. Hongjoong didn’t blame him for this of course—Yeosang was perfect. He had soft hair and even softer eyes. He was reserved and quiet, but not insecure. He could get anything he wanted just by flashing his demure smile or by flexing his large muscles. Despite his angelic features, he had a deep, husky voice that was as surprising as it was intoxicating. It had been just over two years since their wedding and Hongjoong could still hardly believe that Yeosang had agreed to meet him for a first date, let alone marry him. Hongjoong was just starting out in his career when they met and he didn’t have much money, but Yeosang stuck with him and they were able to build this life together. They even put enough together to buy this cute little two-bedroom house with a yard just outside of the city. Yeosang especially loved the small yard out front, having been excited at the prospect of caring for a variety of new plants, a recent passion of his.
They both worked from home now, but Yeosang usually ended his workday before Hongjoong since he also started earlier. Their new mailman (whose name was Yunho, apparently) came to their house around the same time every day, with some variation due to differing amounts of mail on his route. Hongjoong guessed their neighborhood was toward the end of the route, since he usually came by in the late afternoon, blue mail bag mostly empty. Being as observant as he was, Hongjoong noticed that Yeosang started going outside every day around this time too.
He would start working on the small garden he had going on in their tiny front yard, and would—Hongjoong observed—quickly resort to removing his shirt due to the sweltering late afternoon heat. He would then continue on in his just his tank top, revealing his toned shoulders and sizable biceps. Eventually, Yunho would walk up to their yard with his bag of mail and greet Yeosang with his bright smile that showed both rows of his teeth. Yeosang would wave back and stand up from where he had been previously crouched over his plants. They would chat for a few minutes, Yeosang seemingly asking questions that Yunho appeared to give thoughtful answers to and Yeosang would nod along to show his apparently genuine interest.
He hadn’t meant to start spying on them, but he could see the yard and the front door through the window of his office. At first it was just Hongjoong peering out the window to admire the sheen of sweat collecting on his husband’s neck and collarbone, but then he started noticing the interactions with the mailman and well… he observed.
From his office, Hongjoong couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but he didn’t miss his husband’s friendly and warm smile, or the mailman reciprocating it just as warmly, often throwing his head back on a laugh that carried even through the glass. He also didn’t miss the way that the mailman’s eyes would occasionally flick down to Yeosang’s bare arms, before catching himself and wrenching his eyes back up. His gaze would only drop for a millisecond, as if against his will, but it was enough for Hongjoong to notice.
He was pretty sure Yeosang noticed as well, if the subtle flexing of his arms in these moments was anything to go off of.
After around ten minutes, their chat would die down, and Yunho would hand Yeosang their mail, who thanked him and waved before heading back inside. Hongjoong noticed he would put his shirt back on once he dropped the mail on the kitchen table. Yunho would leave, and Hoongjoong observed that even for summer Yunho’s shorts seemed inappropriately small, as if he were purposely trying to show off his long legs to Yeosang. None of this seemed too out of the ordinary on paper, but for some reason he couldn’t shake the possible deeper meanings of these interactions.
Hongjoong wasn’t sure why he started the spreadsheet. He knew what it looked like from an outside perspective, but really he just liked to keep things organized. He used spreadsheets for everything: music projects, chores, people’s birthdays with possible gift ideas, to name a few. And maybe he tacked on an extra sheet to an existing document so he could better remember what time Yeosang went outside each day, and what time the mailman came.
And maybe he started adding how long they talked for too. Just for organization purposes, obviously.
He didn’t get out a stopwatch or anything—he wasn’t crazy—he just took quick peeks at the clock on his laptop that he was already looking at. He logged these numbers each day the mailman came.
The data he had organized told him that his husband would leave the house on average twenty minutes before the mailman arrived, and spent on average seven minutes speaking with him. Hongjoong couldn’t help his intrusive thoughts that the mailman was laying on the charm as a way to try to win over his husband. Nor could he stop the suspicions that Yeosang was going right along with it. He wasn’t necessarily worried that Yeosang would act on anything, but he didn’t like the idea of other people believing they actually had a chance with him. This was his husband, after all.
The thought briefly crosses his mind that maybe he was overreacting to this. He knows Yeosang isn’t doing anything wrong. And maybe it was normal for mail carriers to be this chatty. But that didn’t stop him from staring at his graphs, concern rising.
Regardless, he knew tracking this stuff was weird and wrong, but he also knew the fact that he had started tracking it in the first place meant he was clearly bothered by what was happening. So after two weeks of observing, Hongjoong wanted to say something. He decided to bring it up over dinner.
Well, decided is a strong word.
“Oh, here’s our mail from Yunho,” Yeosang sat down, handing Hongjoong portion of the envelopes. Hongjoong placed them on the table next to him, staring at them for a second before blurting out:
“Are you flirting with the mailman?”
“Flirting?” Yeosang cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
Hongjoong covered his face with his hands, leaning on his elbows. “Like, do you have a thing with him? I’m worried you’re into him.”
“What makes you feel that way?” Yeosang asked, pulling Hongjoong’s hands away from his face and holding them instead. His husband was always so gentle, so patient.
“It’s just,” Hongjoong said, not quite knowing where to begin. His eyes darted around. “I see you go outside around the same time he comes every day. And you always take your shirt off, and then you talk to him for like seven minutes…”
“Seven? That’s awfully specific,” Yeosang giggled, pulling a hand away to cover his mouth. “Where’d you get that number from?”
Hongjoong’s eyes shot open upon realizing what he let slip and that he’d been caught. “Oh… I um,” he cleared his throat before carefully inspecting a mark on the table. “I kind of made a spreadsheet to log when you go outside and how long you talk to him for…”
Yeosang’s eyes widened. “You did what?”
“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong could feel his ears heating up as he sheepishly looks Yeosang in the eye. “It’s really creepy and I shouldn’t have—"
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Yeosang shook his head, chuckling softly. “But that’s hilarious also. It’s kind of sexy when you’re possessive like that.” A dark grin split across his face before quickly disappearing. “Back to the point, what makes you think I’m flirting with the mailman?”
“I mean, look at you baby, you’re sexy and kind and perfect, and he sees your stunning body practically every day, and you’re the sweetest man on the planet. Who wouldn’t want to try their chances with you?”
Even after years of being together, the blush that made its way across Yeosang’s face at the praise is incredibly endearing.
“And look at him!” Hongjoong continued. “It would make a lot of sense to be into him. He’s incredibly handsome and tall and obviously charming, he always seems like he’s really nice to you, he’s like a big golden retriever! He has sparkling eyes and that contagious laugh, and of course those big hands and stupidly long legs, and you can’t really see with his uniform on but he’s clearly got some muscles under there—”
“Wait…” Yeosang cut him off, tilting his head in thought. “You’re asking if I’m flirting with the mailman but like, are you into the mailman? It kind of seems like you’re attracted to Yunho.”
“What?! Absolutely not, that isn’t what I’m—” he paused abruptly, eyebrows furrowing and lips pulling down at the corners. This was an absurd question obviously, but did his husband have a point? He had been particularly preoccupied with the mailman for the past couple of weeks, but that was just to look out for Yeosang, obviously. He had noticed him laying on the charm for his husband, and he thought this was bothering him, but maybe the fact that he noticed the charm at all meant something? He knew Yeosang would never actually cheat on him or leave him for someone else—at least not without discussing it first—but it didn’t stop him from being suspicious of others and their motives.
He had been observing their conversations for so long, but who had he really been watching?
“Whoa,” Hongjoong breathed out finally.
“Yeah.”
“What do I even do with this information?” Hongjoong suddenly became very interested in straightening the pile of mail in front him.
“I mean…” Yeosang chewed on his lip.
“What?” Hongjoong broke out into a grin as he guessed where this was going.
“We could… invite him inside, maybe…” Yeosang winked despite his apparent shyness.
“So you are into him!” Hongjoong accused.
“I never said I wasn’t,” Yeosang shrugged. “But you clearly are as well, I’ve noticed for a while now, even if you haven’t. Maybe we can both capitalize on this.”
Hongjoong started on the pile of mail again. “We don’t even know if he… would be interested though.”
“Oh he’s super gay, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“How do you know that?” Hongjoong exclaimed.
“Because I actually talk to him, baby. I don’t hide inside like a creep with my spreadsheets.” He mimed pushing glasses up his nose.
Hongjoong scoffed, having a hard time refuting. “And he’s…”
“Single, yeah,” Yeosang leaned forward, chin in both his hands, coy smirk on his face.
“Well, let’s see what we can do,” Hongjoong smiled as he gets up from the table, taking their empty plates with him.
“Delete your spreadsheet!” Yeosang called after him.
“Yeah, yeah.”
***
So that’s how it happens. The next day is particularly warm, the sun already beating down on their house as Yeosang goes outside to the yard earlier than normal (not that Hongjoong was keeping track anymore, he swears!). Hongjoong even joins him outside today. He’s lounged in a patio chair on the shaded porch in a straw sun hat, linen shirt open so far it would barely be considered buttoned. He sips his iced barley tea, and from behind his sunglasses he admires the way Yeosang’s back muscles move, now visible without his quickly discarded shirt. Hongjoong sees his husband wasn’t wearing his usual tank top underneath either, leaving his bare muscles exposed to anyone who passes by. Clearly a seduction tactic for Yunho, and indirectly, for Hongjoong.
What a menace.
“You could help you know,” Yeosang prods good-naturedly. “Since you’re out here today.”
“I am helping,” Hongjoong asserts, taking a sip of his tea through a straw.
His husband turns toward him and raises an eyebrow at him in silent question.
“Moral support,” Hongjoong clarifies. “’You’re doing great babe.’ See?” He punctuates the last word by pulling his sunglasses down his nose to peer over them.
Yeosang smiles, softly shaking his head as he returns to his plants.
Before long, Yunho strolls up to their yard. He’s earlier than usual, Hongjoong figures because it was a Thursday there’s less mail to be delivered, those seemed to be the slowest days. The mailman quickly notices Yeosang’s shirtless state. He’s clearly affected by it—Hongjoong watches him literally try not to trip over his own two feet—but he seems to be trying to be polite and hide how flustered he is, although he’s doing a terrible job at it. Sweat beads at the mailman’s brow as he tries (and fails) to avert his eyes.
Adorable. Hongjoong thinks, before he can stop himself. He inwardly jolts. Wow, he really should have noticed these feelings toward their mailman sooner, but how lucky he is to have such an understanding husband who knows him so well. He watches a blush climb up Yunho’s cheeks and takes another sip of his tea, straw lingering in his mouth.
“Hi Yunho,” Yeosang chirps, feigning obliviousness.
“Hey, Yeosang. It’s… hot today, isn’t it?” Yunho asks, seeming to be having a hard time forming words.
“It sure is…” he stands up, turning toward Yunho and taking off his gardening gloves. Hongjoong notices him flexing his biceps extra hard as he did so. “Maybe you’d wanna come inside and cool off?”
“Oh,” Yunho chuckles nervously, reaching to wipe sweat off his brow. Hongjoong silently admires his slender fingers. “That’s very sweet, but… I c-couldn’t.”
Yeosang takes a step closer to him. “Oh really? That’s a shame. I think we could have a lot of fun together,” Yeosang’s voice drips with faux innocence.
Yunho’s blush gets even deeper, somehow. “But wh-what about your husband?”
“He’d be with us too. He’s actually really excited about the idea. Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Yeosang smiles gently, jerking his head toward the porch.
Yunho’s mouth drops open. He seemed to just now notice that they were not alone. Figures—Hongjoong knows firsthand just how distracting his husband’s body can be and how skilled of a flirt he is. The mailman’s gaze shifts to where he is seated on the porch, seeming equal parts nervous and hopeful.
Hongjoong just smirks at him from behind his sunglasses.
“Right now?” Yunho starts sweating a bit more, and Hongjoong guesses it isn’t entirely due to the weather.
Hongjoong nods. “Only if you have time, of course,” Yeosang adds, tone entirely too practical for the situation.
“I—I guess I can deliver the rest of this a bit late. Or tomorrow…” he relents.
Yeosang beams, blinking up at him with big eyes. He reaches for Yunho’s hand and leads him inside. Hongjoong slowly stands and follows.
Once inside, Hongjoong pounces on Yunho immediately, connecting their lips. He and his husband had talked a bit the night before about how they wanted this to go, so he knew Yeosang wouldn’t be surprised by this action. Yunho kisses him back—he’s timid, sweet, and tastes like chapstick and sweat. Hongjoong tries to lick into his mouth but Yunho pulls away.
“So how are we like… doing this…?” Yunho sputters. So respectful.
Hongjoong would have none of that.
He leans up to lick Yunho’s lips before lowering down from his tiptoes, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, a face he knows looks like sin itself. He smirks when he notices Yeosang approach Yunho from the side, nuzzling his arm and feeling up his bicep, eyes glazed over. He’s momentarily distracted by the smaller man until he speaks. “Hongjoong wants you to fuck him.”
“Hey!”
“Well it’s true isn’t it?” he says, looking to his husband. Yunho raises an eyebrow at him as well.
“It’s true,” he whispers after a pause. Then, looking in Yunho’s eyes, he says, “I want you to fucking ruin us.”
Something in coy, reserved Yunho snaps then. He grabs Hongjoong by the back of the neck using his other arm, pulling him in toward him for a searing kiss. Suddenly, Hongjoong’s tiny summer obsession made sense. Yunho's soft, pillowy lips were made for kissing. He feels something start to boil deep inside him, something he hasn’t felt since he and Yeosang had their first kiss all those years ago. He vaguely registers Yeosang kissing his way down Yunho's neck, large hands playing at the buttons of his uniform as Hongjoong bites their mailman's bottom lip. Yunho chokes out a groan as Hongjoong's hands explore the skin on Yunho's newly exposed chest and Yeosang's lips and teeth reach his collarbone.
"Bedroom, please," he groans, before catching himself and adding with more authority. "Now."
They make it to the bedroom somehow, a tangle of limbs and clothes and tongues, stubbornly refusing to disconnect from one another. They finally stumble through the door and Yunho lays on the bed and pats his thighs, making Yeosang and Hongjoong both scramble to each side.
Yeosang claims his lips this time, tongues immediately plunging into each other's mouths. Their hands come up to explore each other's chests and shoulders and arms and wrap in each other's hair. Hongjoong bites his lip at the little whimpers his husband makes, that are now caused by someone new. That fact turns him on more than it has any right to. He watches as Yunho even grabs Yeosang's hair and pulls a little bit, causing a long, drawn out whine to emerge from him, and Yunho starts suckling on his now exposed neck.
As they make out, Hongjoong occupies himself with kissing down Yunho's long, tan body. He relishes the taste of his skin, cotton and sweat and something purely Yunho invading his senses. The soft flesh feels so right under his lips.
He reaches the trail of hair above his shorts, and can no longer resist the urge to bite his skin just to feel the way it yields under his teeth. Yunho jumps, but also makes such a delicious noise that Hongjoong has to bite him again, in a spot a few inches to the left this time. Yunho makes the noise again before using the palm of his hand to push against the crown of Hongjoong’s head, urging him further down.
Chuckling, Hongjoong relents in his biting and pulls Yunho's shorts and boxer briefs down in one motion. His eyes widen as Yunho's hard length is released, so huge that it lands against his stomach with a slap. An honest to god slap.
Hongjoong freezes, unable to tear his eyes away. Yeosang was certainly blessed in this department as well—surprisingly big considering both his stature and demeanor. It's another reason he can't believe how lucky he is that Yeosang married him, since he is… not as gifted in this area. Even so, Yeosang barely holds a candle to Yunho.
"That is… not going inside of me."
"Oh yes it is," Yunho says easily, pulling away from Yeosang, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. "You did say you wanted me to ruin you, after all."
Hongjoong feels all the air leave his lungs.
Yeosang looks down then too. "Whoa," he says simply.
Hongjoong pulls the clothes off the rest of the way down Yunho's long legs and drops them to the floor. He suckles and licks up and down Yunho's cock, trying to get it as wet as possible, knowing it likely won't make it very far down his throat. He eventually takes him into his mouth, giving a valiant effort to suck him off. He wraps both his hands around the man's girth to reach what his mouth can't. He doesn't necessarily need to use both hands, but the fact that he comfortably can wrap them both around the dick in front of him makes the wet spot at the front of his boxers grow larger.
Licking a certain spot under the head of Yunho's cock has the taller bucking his hips involuntarily. Hongjoong gags, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Hongjoong lathes his tongue around that spot again before taking Yunho into his mouth further, trying to get him as far down his throat as he can, the tears falling down his cheeks this time. He takes a bleary peak up at the two of them—and sees that Yunho is jerking Yeosang off now. Something dark flares up in him for a moment, but seeing the way his husband's eyes are rolled all the way back in his head as Yunho flicks his wrist just right over his sensitive tip has Hongjoong short circuiting in arousal instead.
He pulls his mouth off of Yunho then, resting his cheek against the length of his dick with a whimper. "Please…" he rasps, although he's not sure what he's asking for.
"Yeah?" Yunho taunts from above him, hand on Yeosang not slowing down. "Please what?"
"Need something inside. Please." He thinks he might be crying for real now, all the sensations of the moment catching up to him. Desperate, he swallows down Yunho again as far as he can. Yunho involuntarily bucks his hips up in surprise, causing Hongjoong to choke again and tears to stream down his face, but he only pulls off when he feels broad hands on his shoulders coaxing him upwards.
He's still teary as two pairs of hands maneuver him onto his back on the bed. His quiet sobs and hiccups are swallowed by a mouth to his right that he immediately recognizes as Yeosang's, and he feels Yunho moving to hover over the both of them. Feeling clingy, he whines as Yeosang briefly pulls away from him, but relaxes when he sees that his separation is for the purpose of handing Yunho the small bottle of lube they had purposely left on their bedside table.
He yelps into Yeosang's mouth as he feels a slick finger tracing his rim. He tells himself he can't be overwhelmed at just a touch, a promise. He's seen Yunho's hands—there's a lot left in store for him, he knows.
He soon feels one of those slender fingers press into him, teasingly slow, and Hongjoong cries out again. It's already too much but also not enough, and he's grateful for his husband who’s running his own long fingers through his hair soothingly.
He pulls away from kissing Yeosang to look over at Yunho, who's gazing down at them both with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted in awe and excitement. He's drinking in even the smallest reactions from Hongjoong, from every twitch of his hips to every flutter of his long eyelashes.
Hongjoong's face scrunches up in pleasure as Yunho adds a second finger. He pumps them in and out a few times before he pauses, something the air shifting. Hongjoong looks to both of them, to find them making eye contact so intense it was practically palpable. They seemed to have a silent conversation above him, desire clearly pouring off of both of them.
Not breaking eye contact, Yeosang reaches his right hand down, slotting one of his own fingers underneath Yunho's. Their fingertips meet, and on Yunho's next push in, Yeosang's index finger slides in as well.
"Aagh," Hongjoong moans, the lack of lube on Yeosang's finger making the stretch burn a bit. That's alright, he kinda likes it. He has the urge to bite something again.
When Yeosang attempts to add a second finger underneath Yunho's, the taller supports himself on his knees to reach for the discarded lube. He drizzles it onto their joined fingers and then they both slide in together. Hongjoong pants, eyes wide, the stretch of four fingers driving him wild. He's still not even sure that'll be enough, either. The thought makes him moan again.
They work in tandem to open him up, his hips keep involuntarily twitching as both of their long fingers reach places inside him he didn't think possible. He knows he's a mess— there’s tears drying on his face and he’s still hiccupping sporadically; and he's whining nonstop and drooling all over himself—but he also can't find it in himself to care. His partners don't seem to mind either. They're currently hypnotized by their way their hands move together in sync, occasionally glancing up to admire Hongjoong’s already fucked out face.
Yeosang leans down to attach their lips again, and suddenly Hongjoong feels… he doesn't know. He just feels. He grips Yeosang's face and jaw with both hands and furiously licks into his mouth. He moves to hike a leg over his hip, both of their hands slipping out of him in the process. He feels Yunho's freed hands run up and down the length of his body as Hongjoong presses his hard cock to Yeosang's, dragging them against each other.
He rolls Yeosang onto his back and begins kissing down his jaw and neck, down to his collarbones and chest. Yeosang scoots back so he's sitting up halfway, reclining back against the pillows. The new position puts Hongjoong at eye level with Yeosang's nipples and he takes one into his mouth. Yunho apparently runs out of patience because suddenly Hongjoong feels hands on his hips and he's being yanked down the bed. He lands with his hips up in the air, face to face with his husband's beautiful cock that's currently painted a stunning shade of red. He takes it into his mouth on instinct—over the years he's learned how to mold it perfectly into his mouth despite its considerable size.
He moans—any day he gets his to have his husband’s dick in his mouth is a good day. He starts bobbing his head and hollows his cheeks the way he knows Yeosang likes. He hears his husband sigh above him. It feels normal, he almost forgets there's another person there—until he feels the head of a huge cock rubbing against his entrance. His eyes widen as Yunho starts to push in, and he's already gasping for air through his nose. He swears he can feel his lungs move aside to accommodate him. The only thing reminding him to breathe is Yunho's large hands rubbing calm circles on his back and Yeosang’s blunt fingernails scratching his scalp.
After what feels like an hour, Yunho lets out a satisfied grunt as he eventually bottoms out, his hips flush with Hongjoong's ass. At the same time, Yeosang pushes his head further down his cock since Hongjoong had been distracted and stopped sucking. It's then that Hongjoong realizes both his holes are completely filled, and he couldn't be more thrilled. He moans loudly around the cock in his mouth, and his husband flinches as the air leaving Hongjoong's nostrils tickles the skin of his pelvis.
Hongjoong unfortunately has to pull off to breathe as Yunho begins to move in and out. Yeosang doesn't seem to mind however, pupils blown out as he watches Hongjoong sob in pleasure, running soothing fingers through his sweaty hair. It doesn't take long for Yunho to start thrusting in earnest, making Hongjoong feel like he has to consciously remember how to maintain a physical form so that he doesn't fall apart into a million pieces. Yunho's cock is so big he's dragging along Hongjoong's prostate no matter what angle he goes in at. The tears from earlier return as he grips his husband's strong thighs for dear life. His nails leave crescent marks in Yeosang’s skin as he’s pounded into, punched out moans being pushed out of his lungs.
Seeing Yeosang's dick twitch in front of him brings him back to the moment. He takes him into his mouth again—a struggle now with how much he's being jostled around by the man behind him. It's hard for him to settle into his normal rhythm too, but Yunho does part of the work for him, his thrusts pushing the smaller man forward enough to get partway down Yeosang’s length, and thankfully Yeosang bucks his hips to meet him the rest of the way.
Breathing hard, Yunho brings one of his hands to rest over Hongjoong's as he continues to slam into him from behind, his other hand scooping underneath Hongjoong's hip, using it as leverage to snap him back onto his cock, forcing him to meet his thrusts over and over. Hongjoong feels the heavy weight of the mailman's lanky body drape over his whole back, completely engulfing his frame as he ruts into him at a relentless pace. He shivers as Yunho kisses and nibbles at his earlobe, labored groans heading directly through his ear canal to tickle his brain.
Hongjoong rolls his eyes up to glance at Yeosang, who's biting his lip and making very aroused eye contact with Yunho. Hongjoong is a little endeared, it's an expression that he loves to see on his husband, but he's also a lot jealous. He digs the tip of his tongue into Yeosang's slit, his secret weapon. Yeosang's normally not very expressive in bed, but this causes him to whine loudly and his eyes to roll back in his head.
The corners of Hongjoong’s mouth pull up in a smile as best they can with Yeosang's cock still in his mouth, feeling satisfied that he pulled such a strong reaction out of him.
His smile remains as he feels Yunho come inside of him with a long, low groan. It's so deep inside of him that Hongjoong almost feels like he could spit it out.
Yunho gives a shaky exhale as he carefully pulls out. He flops down on his back next to Yeosang, who quirks an eyebrow at him.
"Did you really come just from looking at my face?"
The mailman blushes, shaking hair out of his eyes. "And the sounds you were making. Sorry, it's uh… been a while," he stutters. Yeosang smiles at him.
Hongjoong pulls off of Yeosang again with a pop and crawls up his body to align their hips. Yeosang inhales sharply as Hongjoong reaches behind him to grab his husband's spit-slicked cock before sinking down on it—the saliva along with Yunho’s cum and the leftover lube make the slide easy. He sighs at the feeling of being filled again.
He gets a few good bounces in before whining and giving up. Yeosang sees the tears threatening to return and takes pity on him (or maybe he just really wants to come too) and grabs his hips to fuck up into him. Hongjoong grabs his own erection and starts stroking himself rapidly, resting his free hand on Yeosang's chest.
Yunho reaches out to replace Hongjoong's hand with his own, matching Yeosang's pace instead. It's all too much. The foreign, novel element added to something familiar has him shooting all over Yunho's hand and Yeosang's abs. Yeosang quickly follows, adding another load of cum into Hongjoong's abused hole.
He collapses on top of Yeosang, not bothering to pull out. He reaches a weak hand toward Yunho, who thankfully gets the hint and cuddles up to them, wrapping a long arm around them both.
“Aren’t you glad I made that spreadsheet now?” Hongjoong asks tiredly.
“Spreadsheet?” Yunho asks.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yeosang says, sticking a tongue out at Hongjoong.
They all fall asleep together in a sweaty heap. Before passing out, Hongjoong remembers the bag of yet undelivered mail in their living room, the route that Yunho still has to finish, time sheets to clock out of… Oh well. He figures one short summer nap can’t hurt.
***
After that, Hongjoong and Yeosang go back to their sweet, peaceful, married life. The thick heat of summer turns into the quiet calm of early fall. Yeosang goes back to tending his garden, mostly preparing it for winter now, and Hongjoong deletes his spreadsheet; things have mostly returned to the way they were before all of this started.
The only difference is that their mailman comes by on Sundays now, too.