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“Come on, Jisungie. Don’t be shy.”
Jisung swallows around the lump in his throat and nods, refusing to make eye contact with Jaemin. It’s all he can do to keep his eyes on Donghyuck, sprawled out on the bed in front of him.
He looks beautiful as always. He’s wearing a loose white t-shirt that falls off his shoulders, exposing his collarbones and the moles spotting his tan skin. Donghyuck has shorts on that have ridden up significantly, hem pooling at his crotch and outlining his chubbing erection. His cheeks are a little flushed, hair a little damp and sticking to his forehead from sweat. His perfectly pink heart shaped mouth is a little swollen from kissing. Donghyuck had let Jisung make out with him for a bit when they first got into the bedroom, slow and sweet, petting down the nape of his neck like he was soothing a spooked animal.
Staring at his wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend is not enough of a distraction from Jaemin’s looming presence behind him. He’s been trying to not look at him, because it’s weird, but Jaemin is intent on making sure he never forgets he’s there.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jaemin’s hand reach out and grab a handful of Donghyuck’s thigh, giving it an indulgent squeeze before slapping it. Jisung flinches as the sharp sound echoes in his ears, and Donghyuck bites his lip, flushing deeper.
“Be a little rough with him,” Jaemin rasps, moving his hand from Donghyuck’s thigh to Jisung’s wrist. Jisung has to fight back the urge to recoil as Jaemin forcefully guides his own hand to the spot that Jaemin slapped moments before. “He likes it. Trust me.”
Donghyuck looks up at Jisung with his pupils blown wide, licking his swollen lips and letting out a small, barely audible whimper as Jisung’s hand makes contact with Donghyuck’s skin, blossoming red from the impact.
Jisung’s hand shakes as he rears it back, the same way he saw Jaemin do, and brings it down against Donghyuck’s upper thigh. Donghyuck jolts and moans, louder than Jisung has ever heard from him before.
Jaemin laughs, and Jisung stares disbelievingly into Donghyuck’s glazed eyes. He glances down at Donghyuck’s skin, blooming red in the shape of Jisung’s large hand, and his stomach dips.
“You’ve never hit him, Jisungie?” Jaemin purrs, his voice smarmy. Jisung remembers to breathe, air stuttering out of his mouth as he shakes his head. He addresses Jaemin directly for the first time since the three of them stumbled into his and Donghyuck’s shared apartment.
“I didn’t—” Jisung hesitates, stares at Donghyuck, loses his train of thought, and then fumbles the rest of the sentence. “Didn’t want to hurt him.”
Donghyuck’s gaze softens, tinged with adoration. It’s the look Jisung gets whenever he does something that Donghyuck finds especially cute—a look that usually is accompanied by an over exaggerated, wet kiss against his cheek, which Jisung pretends to cringe at but secretly loves.
But instead of his boyfriend’s soft, loving touch, Jisung feels Jaemin’s warm breath hit his face, and it makes him shudder as two strong hands come up to grab his shoulders.
“You’re not gonna hurt your hyung,” Jaemin coos. It takes him a second to realize Jaemin thinks he’s cute, too—that his strong hands kneading his shoulders are a physical manifestation of his cuteness aggression, the same way that Donghyuck’s sloppy kisses are.
Jisung isn’t used to this, to the attention from Jaemin. It’s hard to comprehend that Jaemin has any kind of fondness for him when Jisung has been harboring animosity this whole time. In Jisung’s mind, Jaemin is still Donghyuck’s weird ex, the one that is always too close. The one that manages to insert himself in every aspect of Donghyuck’s life, even though it’s been almost a year since they broke up. The one that Jisung couldn’t help but feel threatened by from the moment he first met him, when he looked him up and down with a scrutinizing eye as they shook hands. Then, Jisung thought he was probably wondering what Donghyuck saw in him, that he was secretly thinking about how inferior Jisung is to him. Now, Jisung wonders if instead of looking at him as an enemy, he was actually sizing him up as prey.
Donghyuck’s eyes focus on where Jaemin is holding Jisung, and he licks his lips. Jaemin presses his nose into Jisung’s nape, inhaling slowly, and Jisung can feel his grin against his neck.
“You see, Sungie… your hyung is a slut,” Jaemin says. He lets his tongue flick out, tracing the sensitive spot behind Jisung’s ear, and Jisung’s whole body seizes in response. Donghyuck’s hips buck up, and the chuckle that bubbles up from Jaemin’s throat is low and cruel.
“He’s a slut that likes watching his ex touch his boyfriend. He likes knowing that I’m the one in charge, that I could own you both if I wanted.”
Jisung shudders in discomfort. He wants to protest, to tell Jaemin that he could never have that kind of control over him, but the words get caught in his throat. He feels utterly powerless under Jaemin’s heavy hands, and he almost falls forward when he finally releases his grip.
“So I think he deserves to be hurt a little, don’t you?” Jaemin croons. He rounds the side of the bed, and Jisung really looks at him for the first time since they started. Jaemin’s eyes are bright and wild as he grabs Donghyuck’s hair, rough and unyielding. Donghyuck whimpers like a kicked puppy, and Jisung watches with wide eyes as Jaemin rears back and slaps Donghyuck across the face, hard.
Jisung’s body tenses in shock. His gut reaction is to dive forward and cradle Donghyuck’s head against his chest, to comfort him and make sure he’s okay, but he holds himself back. Tears spring to Donghyuck’s eyes, but his dick jumps visibly in his loose shorts, and his moan rings throughout the quiet room.
Jaemin’s grin is predatory as he uses his grip on Donghyuck’s hair to lift his head, proudly showing Jisung the redness spreading over his boyfriend’s cheek. “See? He loves this.”
Jisung inhales sharply. His mouth dries out as Donghyuck flutters his eyelashes at him, a singular wet tear tracing its path down the side of his small button nose.
Donghyuck is never this quiet and pliant for him. Usually, Donghyuck loves to push Jisung’s buttons, goading and teasing him until he gets exactly what he wants. Donghyuck said he liked that about Jisung—that he’s easy, that he’s hyung’s good boy.
Seeing Donghyuck like this, stripped of all his power, is jarring. He’s not the Donghyuck Jisung knows, the one that takes the lead but gives Jisung the illusion of control, the one who guides Jisung into his tight hole with a gentle hand and kisses him with fiery passion as they meld together as one. Right now, he’s not Jisung’s hyung anymore—he’s just Jaemin’s pet.
Jisung refuses to acknowledge the way his dick jumps in his pants from seeing Donghyuck’s eyes fill with tears. He also refuses to believe that any of the arousal currently pooling in his gut has anything to do with Jaemin.
“I think we should get his clothes off,” Jaemin says, matter-of-factly. His eyes lock on Jisung, dark and austere. “Yours too. I’m getting impatient.”
Jisung’s heart leaps into his throat. He tries to tell himself it’s because he’s a natural people pleaser, and definitely not because he feels a strong pull to submit, an innate desire to be good.
Jaemin releases his grip on Donghyuck’s hair, allowing him to sit up. Jaemin looks pointedly at Jisung, an unspoken order, and Jisung gulps as he shuffles forward to start undressing Donghyuck.
Going through the familiar motions of pulling Donghyuck’s clothes off of his lithe body is slightly soothing. They’ve only been dating a few months, and they’ve only slept together a few times because Jisung is shy, but he loves seeing Donghyuck naked. As his shirt comes off over his head, Jisung can’t resist leaning down to kiss the mole sitting in the center of his chest, between his collarbones. He wants to feel closer to his boyfriend, to seek his comfort, and he revels in the feeling of his warm skin against his lips.
A sharp tug at his scalp pulls him back to reality. Jisung chokes on a gasp as Jaemin yanks his head back by his hair, forcing him to look up.
“None of that,” Jaemin scolds. He sounds like he’s talking to a disobedient child. It makes Jisung flush up to his ears. “We’re punishing your hyung for being a slut. You can’t be sweet to him while he’s being punished… he has to earn it.”
Jisung hears Donghyuck whimper, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the stern lines of Jaemin’s face. He feels like a deer caught in the headlights, a mouse caught in a trap.
Jaemin studies his facial expression, and he must find something he likes, because he smirks and lets go, letting Jisung’s head drop back down. Jisung inhales shakily once he’s free, tentatively looks up to meet Donghyuck’s gaze, and feels his stomach turn at the raw desire he sees reflected back at him.
Donghyuck really does get off at seeing Jaemin with Jisung. It makes Jisung feel a little sick, but he’s in too deep to do anything other than ignore it.
He lets out a shuddering breath and continues pulling off Donghyuck’s clothes, no longer reverent and now strictly methodical after Jaemin’s reprimand. Once Donghyuck is completely bare, Jisung clenches his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to touch him all over, to hold him close.
“Now it’s Jisungie’s turn,” Jaemin sing-songs. Donghyuck’s gaze lifts, seeking approval as his hands slowly reach out towards the hem of Jisung’s shirt. Jaemin clicks his tongue, and Donghyuck freezes, his hands pausing midair.
“Do you want to undress him, Donghyuckie? Or should I?” Jaemin’s expression is nothing short of menacing as he steps forward, shamelessly sliding a hand up Jisung’s shirt and splaying it over his taut stomach. Jisung gasps, squirming to get away on instinct.
“No,” Jisung blurts out, although Jaemin has already proven that he’s not someone to be talked back to. But the thought of Jaemin peeling off his clothes, with that hungry look in his eyes, makes his stomach dip with fear. “I-I want my hyung to do it.”
Jaemin hums, keeping a hand firmly planted on Jisung’s skin. Donghyuck’s gaze flickers between them, looking torn between standing up for his current boyfriend or cowering in front of his ex.
“I’m your hyung too, Jisungie. Why don’t you want Jaemin hyung to help you?”
It sounds like a trick question, but Jisung’s honest answer tumbles out of his mouth before he can think twice about it. “Because you’re scary.”
It comes out in a timid murmur. There’s a moment of terrible silence, and then Jaemin barks out a genuine laugh. Even Donghyuck lets a small, fond smile break out across his face, despite being naked and arguably the most vulnerable person in the room at the moment.
“Hyung isn’t scary,” Jaemin coos, but he curls himself around Jisung like a boa and starts lifting his shirt, making Jisung’s breath hitch. “You’re just not used to this, is all.”
Jisung nods. That, he can definitely agree with. Donghyuck is already the kinkiest person he’s been with, and they haven’t even really experimented beyond Donghyuck being on top and in charge. This—having Donghyuck whine like a bitch in heat as Jaemin hits him, having Jaemin order Jisung around like he’s beneath him—is so out of Jisung’s depth that he feels like he’s drowning.
Still, he knows better by now to not stand up to Jaemin directly, so he stays stiff and still as Jaemin pulls his shirt off, trying not to shudder as the cold air conditioning hits his skin.
“So cute, Sungie,” Jaemin coos, kissing his bare shoulder. Jisung flinches, and he can see Donghyuck’s cock twitch against his thigh as Jaemin slides his hands down Jisung’s thin waist, fingers fumbling with the drawstring on his sweatpants.
“Up.”
The command sends a chill down Jisung’s spine. He sits up on his knees, tries not to curl in on himself as Jaemin carelessly pulls down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, and then lets himself be shoved back onto the bed as Jaemin pulls them off his ankles and discards them in the corner of the room.
Jisung trembles as he pushes himself back to a kneeling position, legs wobbling like he’s a newborn baby deer. Donghyuck stares up at him with stars in his eyes, making his heart flutter, and it helps some of the tension leak out of him.
But then Jaemin’s hands are back, greedy and demanding. He lets his touch roam over every inch of bare skin he can find, and he gropes at the fatty parts of Jisung’s hips and thighs.
Jisung lets out an embarrassing sound, almost falling forward directly into Donghyuck. Donghyuck lets out a moan, his tip shining wet with precome when Jisung chances a glance down.
With one arm slung around Jisung’s waist, Jaemin pulls a travel sized bottle of lube out of his pocket and tosses it at Donghyuck.
“You’re probably loose enough already,” Jaemin sneers, watching with a smug smile as Donghyuck fumbles to catch the bottle. “I bet you can handle opening yourself up, can’t you Hyuckie?”
Donghyuck nods dumbly, unable to tear his eyes away as Jaemin’s hand makes its way down towards Jisung’s erection, already embarrassingly hard against his stomach. Jisung’s skin starts to crawl, squirming in Jaemin’s embrace as his hand gets closer.
“I can take care of our Jisungie,” Jaemin coos, wrapping a hand around his cock. Jisung chokes on a moan, ears burning bright red.
Donghyuck’s hands shake as he hastily pops open the bottle of lube and pours it over his fingers, watching with rapt attention as Jaemin begins working Jisung in slow, teasing strokes. Jisung and Donghyuck whimper in unison as the first lubed up finger sinks into his hole, and Jisung can feel Jaemin smirk against his shoulder.
“Good boys,” he murmurs, and Jisung shudders as Jaemin circles his thumb over the tip of his erection. Something in his brain is screaming, telling him it’s completely and utterly wrong to enjoy a handjob from his boyfriend’s ex, but Jaemin’s hand feels like magic. He finds himself melting against Jaemin’s back, pleasure taking over his common sense and making him pliant in his arms.
Donghyuck works himself open quickly, his eyes trained on Jisung’s cock in Jaemin’s hand. When Jaemin twists his fist on a particularly rough upstroke, Donghyuck moans like he’s the one being touched. It feels surreal watching Donghyuck finger himself to the sight of Jaemin jerking him off. Something about the whole situation makes Jisung’s stomach roil with both nausea and arousal.
Donghyuck has just pushed a third finger into his hole when Jisung feels his orgasm creeping up on him. His first instinct is panic, both at the idea of coming from Jaemin’s touch instead of Donghyuck’s and from coming before he even gets to fuck Donghyuck, which was supposed to be what this whole thing was about in the first place. He whimpers, claws at Jaemin’s wrist, and tries once again to squirm out of his suffocating embrace.
“J-Jaemin wait, stop… slow d-down…” he stutters, pulling on Jaemin’s arm desperately. He considers himself to be pretty fit, pretty strong, but Jaemin is a gym rat. Jisung is both embarrassed and strangely turned on by the fact that Jaemin doesn’t even budge under his insistent pushing and squirming.
“What’s the matter, Jisungie?” Jaemin coos. He tilts his head far forward enough that Jisung can crane back to look at his face, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of malicious. “Is hyung gonna make you come?”
Humiliation climbs up Jisung’s throat, making it hard to breathe. Donghyuck lets out a groan, which recaptures both of their attention, and they look down to find him pumping his fingers into himself desperately, face flushed.
“I think Donghyuckie would like that,” Jaemin laughs. The mean edge in his voice makes Jisung’s balls tighten, and he digs his nails into his own thigh to distract himself from the pleasure threatening to reach a climax.
“J-Jaemin hyung, please,” Jisung wheezes, unable to conceal his desperation. It’s the first time he’s ever addressed Jaemin as ‘hyung’—which he had been avoiding purposefully, out of petty spite—and the word tastes bitter in his mouth. But it has its desired effect; the grin that spreads across Jaemin’s face nearly reaches his ears, and he thankfully moves his hand down to Jisung’s base to give him a hard squeeze, helping him stave off his orgasm.
“That’s a good boy,” he purrs, pressing a hard kiss to the side of his neck before turning his attention to Donghyuck. “Are you ready for him, slut?”
Donghyuck’s breath hitches, and he nods, easing his slick fingers out of his hole. They go with a wet squelch that makes Jisung shudder in anticipation, and he wonders if he’ll be able to last for more than a minute.
Jaemin’s hand moves from his dick to his hip, which Jisung finds immense relief in. Jaemin gives him a minute, rubbing his skin and seemingly letting him cool down after almost ejaculating prematurely, and then steps away entirely.
Jisung can only watch as Jaemin walks to the other side of the bed where Donghyuck is, slinking forward like a predator ready to pounce. Donghyuck seems to hardly breathe as Jaemin grabs both of his thighs, forcing them apart crudely. Jisung can see Donghyuck’s glistening rim, lube dribbling out and onto the sheets, and it makes him bite the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood.
Jaemin examines him for a moment, tilting his head in consideration. Jisung’s chest heaves as he watches Jaemin’s hungry eyes roam over his boyfriend, spread out on the bed like a doll waiting to be fucked.
“What do you think, Jisungie?”
Jisung’s head snaps up, surprised that he’s being addressed. He doesn’t know what Jaemin is talking about, so he blurts out a soft, “huh?”
Jaemin smirks. He reaches down with one hand and slaps Donghyuck’s dick, which has been rock hard and flushed red since Jaemin started fisting Jisung’s cock. “What position do you want him in?”
Jisung gasps, almost flinching as Donghyuck’s high pitched yelp resonates throughout the room. He shifts on his knees, clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides, and tries to think through the fog of anxiety and desire clouding his brain. He’s not sure if there’s a right answer Jaemin is looking for… or worse, a wrong answer that will earn him a punishment.
“I-I dunno,” Jisung finally mumbles, his tongue feeling thick and heavy in his mouth as he watches precome leak from Donghyuck’s abused cock. “You can choose, hyung.”
Jaemin grins, looking pleased. Relief floods through Jisung’s system; it seems like he chose the right answer after all.
“Fast learner,” Jaemin compliments. His gaze tilts back down to Donghyuck, who is writhing and panting, practically begging for attention. “Unlike this one. This little puppy likes to push and push, to see how far he can bend the rules before I break.”
Donghyuck’s cock jumps against his stomach. The look in his eyes makes Jisung wonder how many times Donghyuck has been on the receiving end of this kind of treatment from Jaemin, and if he’s remembering it all right now.
“I think you should take him from behind,” Jaemin says decidedly. Jisung’s eyes go a little wide. “Fuck him like the dog he is, remind him of his place.”
Donghyuck straight up moans at his words. Jisung flushes a deep red, his cheeks burning as gives Jaemin a terse nod. Jaemin hums in approval and then grabs Donghyuck by the hips, flipping him over forcefully and manhandling him until his ass is propped in the air, knees spread and chest pressed against the sheets.
“Look at him,” Jaemin laughs, giving Donghyuck’s ass a hard slap that rings in Jisung’s ears. Jisung can’t see Donghyuck’s face from his angle, but he can see Donghyuck’s thighs shake, can hear the moan that’s muffled against the mattress. “He’s so excited to take your cock like this, Sungie.”
Jisung fights back a shudder, unable to tear his eyes away from the red hand print on his boyfriend’s ass. Jaemin straightens back up once he’s satisfied with Donghyuck’s position, and then to Jisung’s horror, makes his way back to Jisung.
“Come here, baby,” Jaemin says sweetly. It feels disingenuous, especially with the off putting smile that accompanies it. But Jisung fears being on the receiving end of Jaemin’s mean hand—he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle the embarrassment—and so he shuffles forward obediently.
Jaemin guides him forward until Jisung is on his knees behind Donghyuck, so close that the tip of his cock grazes his ass cheeks. Donghyuck moans like a whore, from anticipation alone, and Jaemin’s grin grows wider.
“It’s okay, Jisungie. I’ll help you,” Jaemin coos. He stands next to the bed, close enough that Jisung can feel his breath against his ear. Jisung is afraid to look. “I’ll teach you how to fuck him right.”
A heavy hand lands on his nape, domineering. Jisung looks down, watches Jaemin’s hand wrap around his cock, and moans pathetically as he guides him into Donghyuck’s waiting hole.
Donghyuck is so wet and loose that he easily sinks all the way in to the base. Jaemin’s grip on the back of his neck forces him to keep his head down, to watch as he gets sucked in. Afraid to move without Jaemin’s permission, Jisung stays perfectly still, his breathing shallow and his cock throbbing.
“There we go,” Jaemin hums. He sounds pleased, bringing the hand not scruffing Jisung down to graze his balls. Jisung jolts, his hips bucking forward on instinct, and it causes Donghyuck to whine.
Jaemin only chuckles, ever amused. He pulls back his fingers, lets his hand rub down Jisung’s spine, and pushes against his back.
“What are you waiting for, baby boy? Don’t you know how to fuck him?”
Jaemin’s voice is mean. Not mean in the way that it is with Donghyuck—sharp and biting and degrading—but mean in a way that makes Jisung feel embarrassed, childish, stupid.
“Y-yes,” Jisung grits out, for the sake of his dignity. He pulls his hips back and ruts into Donghyuck shallowly, his breath stuttering, but his rhythm is clumsy. It’s like Jaemin’s presence makes him forget everything he knows—he feels like a virgin again, trying to figure out how to thrust for the first time.
Jaemin chuckles, keeping his hand firm on Jisung’s back. Goosebumps break out over Jisung’s skin, and he can’t decide if he wants Jaemin to touch him all over or never touch him again.
Despite Jisung’s weak thrusts, Donghyuck moans like he’s getting his back blown out. His face is pressed into the mattress, and all Jisung can see is the tantalizing curve of his back, his soft ass jiggling every time it hits the front of Jisung’s thighs.
“You can do better than that, can’t you Sungie?” Jaemin taunts. His hand pushes harder, almost bending Jisung’s body over Donghyuck’s. “Fuck him harder, like you mean it.”
Jisung chokes on an inhale, nodding as he tries to regain control over his own body. He plants his knees into the mattress and starts thrusting into Donghyuck with fervor, more desperate than dominant.
Donghyuck’s whimpers are half muffled by the sheets beneath them. He bears down on Jisung’s cock on a particularly deep thrust, and they both moan in unison, Jisung’s hips stuttering as Donghyuck’s thighs shake. Jisung’s fingers dig into Donghyuck’s sides, trying to ground himself, reminding himself that Donghyuck is there.
Jaemin watches for a while, seemingly calm. His eyes are dark and his grin is perverse, and by now Jisung knows better than to be relieved by his silence.
“You two are pathetic,” Jaemin sneers. He doesn’t let go of Jisung, even as he reaches forward with his free hand to grab a fistful of Donghyuck’s hair, yanking his head up. “Is this what you’ve been settling for since you left me? This is the kind of action you’re getting now?”
Jisung stills. Donghyuck lets out a warbled whimper, and Jisung can see a glimpse of tears forming in his eyes.
Jaemin lets go, letting Donghyuck’s head drop back onto the bed. He turns his full attention back to Jisung, and the look in his eyes makes him want to cower.
“Look at you. You acted all big and tough when you met me, but this is all you got, hm? Don’t even know how to fuck your own boyfriend.” Jaemin grabs Donghyuck’s hip, forcing him back against Jisung’s cock. Jisung moans, not entirely sure if he feels offended or even more turned on.
“You need me too, don’t you Sungie? You need hyung to show you how to do it?” His voice drops back down into sickly sweet, condescending baby talk. Jisung swallows dryly, not sure how to respond. He’s never been so hard in his life, and it scares him a little.
The hand that’s been splayed across his back like a brand now slides down to his ass.
“Say it,” Jaemin demands, grabbing a handful of Jisung’s ass and squeezing hard. “Say that you need hyung’s help.”
Jisung yelps, and before he can really think about it, the words tumble out of his mouth. “I-I need hyung’s help…”
Jaemin makes a pleased noise, which floods Jisung’s body with relief. Suddenly Jaemin is behind him again, his presence bordering on suffocating, and he guides Jisung’s hands down to Donghyuck’s hips.
“Hold him like this,” Jaemin instructs. Jisung obeys, his trembling fingers leaving white imprints on Donghyuck’s tan skin.
“Good. Keep fucking into him, and use your grip to pull him back to meet you.”
Jisung does exactly that. He lets out a shuddering whimper as he starts up a steady pace, hearing Donghyuck moan underneath him.
Donghyuck can’t see the way that Jaemin’s hands have started roaming over Jisung—hungry, seeking—and it makes Jisung feel like he’s doing something wrong. Especially when it makes his cock spurt more precome, when it makes his hips pick up speed almost on their own. Jaemin’s arm slides up his chest like a snake and tweaks one of his nipples, drawing a noise from Jisung’s throat that he’s never made in his life.
“Good boy,” Jaemin draws out the words, his voice directly next to Jisung’s ear. Jisung’s hips stutter, and Jaemin laughs.
“When you’ve got a good rhythm going, start to get rougher with him.” Jaemin takes one of the hands that’s clutching Donghyuck’s waist and guides it down until it rests on the back of his neck. Jisung’s breath hitches as Jaemin forces him to push down, as he hears Donghyuck groan in response.
“Talk to him. Be mean to him,” Jaemin goads, using his grip on Jisung’s arm to push Donghyuck’s head further into the mattress, nearly suffocating him. “Like this. Take it, you dirty slut.”
At the words, Donghyuck gasps audibly, his hole clenching down hard enough to make Jisung’s vision swim. Jisung turns his head, his nose almost bumping against Jaemin’s in the process. When he can finally get his gaze to focus, Jaemin has one eyebrow cocked expectantly, unwavering.
Jisung gulps. His hand shakes where it’s planted against Donghyuck’s nape, and he barely manages to stutter out, “t-take it, you dirty slut.”
Donghyuck wails, high pitched and reedy. Jaemin rewards Jisung with a nip at his earlobe and another tweak at his nipple. Jisung chokes on a moan, feels his balls tighten, and knows that he’s not going to last much longer.
“Deeper. Harder,” Jaemin commands. His hand tangles in the short strands of hair on the back of Jisung’s head, fisting just hard enough to make his scalp throb with dull pain.
Jisung tries his best to comply, using his leverage over Donghyuck’s body to piston into him deeper, grinding in as far as he can manage. When Donghyuck twitches and whines, Jisung knows that he’s found his prostate, and he focuses his efforts on aiming for it with each deep thrust.
Keeping his grip on Jisung, Jaemin leans forward and snakes a hand underneath Donghyuck’s body, grasping his small cock, which has been hanging uselessly between his legs and dripping onto the sheets.
“Hyuckie is gonna come,” Jaemin sing-songs, working his hand in tight, mean tugs. It doesn’t take long—after just a few strokes, Donghyuck’s body heaves with a sob as he shoots his load all over Jaemin’s fist, dripping down his fingers.
Jisung grits his teeth, unintentionally tightening his fingers on Donghyuck’s nape as he clings to the last, loose thread of his sanity. Donghyuck tightens up so much during his orgasm that Jisung has to stop moving, stuck in place as his boyfriend’s wet, warm heat tries to milk his own orgasm out of him.
“Hyung,” Jisung warbles, too embarrassed to outright ask Jaemin to come but also fearful of what might happen if he does without permission.
Jaemin’s attention snaps to him, eyes dark and hungry. He takes in Jisung’s trembling limbs, the way he’s hunched over Donghyuck’s back, his parted lips and flushed cheeks, and understanding dawns on his face.
“You gonna come too, baby?” Jaemin coos. The babying tone that made Jisung’s skin crawl in the beginning of all this now just makes him whimper, his hips bucking forward. Jisung just nods in response. He doesn’t trust himself to open his mouth, in fear that he might babble something humiliating and ridiculous, like he did once when Donghyuck rode him within an inch of his life for the first time.
But Jaemin clearly doesn’t intend to let him off that easy. He lets go of Donghyuck’s wilting cock, licking the come off his fingers as his hand pets down Jisung’s nape. “Ask nicely, Jisungie.”
Jisung burns, his body going hot all over. Jaemin’s hand slides down and pats his back, a silent command. Jisung starts rutting forward again, thrusting into Donghyuck shallowly and digging his teeth into his lower lip as he hears Donghyuck cry in overstimulation.
At Jisung’s hesitation, the smile on Jaemin’s face falters. He still has come clinging to the corner of his mouth—his boyfriend’s come, Jisung thinks—and Jisung’s stomach flip flops in anxiety.
“Say it, Jisung.” Jaemin’s voice turns steely, closer to the tone he used with Donghyuck earlier. It makes Jisung shudder, his cock throbbing shamefully. “Be a good boy and ask me nicely. Please, hyung.”
Jisung sucks in a gasp, his hips thrusting a little deeper into Donghyuck’s heat. His hole flutters around him, and Jisung quickly realizes he has no choice but to give in, unless he wants to face punishment.
“Please, hyung,” he whispers, his voice coming out strained and pathetic. Jaemin just laughs, the sound contrasting Donghyuck’s quiet sobbing.
“Please what?” He goads, with a shit eating grin. Jisung feels a surge of annoyance, but it’s quickly doused when Jaemin slaps his ass.
Jisung yelps, his cock sliding deeper into Donghyuck. He’s hot and wet around him, and Jisung is so close, and his desperation overrides any remaining sense of dignity he was trying to preserve.
“Please, hyung… let me come…” Jisung whimpers. He’s never heard himself sound so needy, so whiny, and it makes him cringe.
It seems to do it for Jaemin, though. He lets out a low, pleased groan from the back of his throat, runs his hand up Jisung’s spine, and mutters the words, “go ahead, baby.”
Jisung does. He moans loud, his whole body tensing as he spills into Donghyuck. His orgasm is so strong that stars dance on the back of his eyelids, his chest heaving for air.
Donghyuck clenches weakly around him, drawing it out. Jaemin’s hand pets down the back of his nape the whole time, and when Jisung’s ears stop ringing, he can hear Jaemin cooing at him.
“Good boys,” Jaemin hums. When Jisung chances a glance over, he looks incredibly pleased, his erection tenting the crotch of his pants.
Jisung doesn’t know what to do next. He looks up at Jaemin imploringly, waiting for directions. Jaemin’s nose scrunches up in response, the same way it might if he were looking down at a cute kitten.
“Pull out, Jisungie.”
Jisung can do that. He eases himself out of Donghyuck’s heat, both of them groaning as he slips out with a wet pop, his come trickling down Donghyuck’s taint and joining the mess on the sheets below. Jaemin sucks in a breath through his nose and hastily undoes the button on his jeans, pulling down his zipper and taking out his large, flushed cock.
Jisung nearly falls off of the bed in surprise. He watches slack jawed as Jaemin steps forward, grunting as he gives his dick a few harsh, dry strokes before unleashing his load, aiming at Donghyuck’s ass.
Jisung’s stomach roils as he stares at the ropes painting his boyfriend’s backside, like a claim. Donghyuck twitches and whines, voice still muffled against the mattress.
Jaemin lets out a long, pleased sigh, tucking his erection back into his boxers like nothing happened.
“This was fun,” he says, coming up to squeeze Jisung into a side hug. Jisung is stiff as a board, unsure how to react. When Jaemin then bends down next to Donghyuck, his lips inches from his ear and his hand splayed over his lower back, Jisung feels queasy. “Call me if you want to do this again. You have my number.”
And with that, he leaves, as if he hasn’t turned Jisung’s world upside down. Jisung can’t move, can hardly breathe, even as Donghyuck collapses on the bed with a groan.
“Baby?” Donghyuck’s voice calls out, weak and nervous sounding. Jisung shakes his head, trying to reorient himself, and turns his attention down to his boyfriend.
Donghyuck looks like a mess. His backside is covered in two loads of come, his hair is sticking out every which way, and he’s flushed from head to toe. His eyes are glassy, sweat and tears drying tacky on his face and giving his tan skin a light sheen. Jisung aches with sympathy, despite everything, and he bends down to pull his boyfriend up and into his arms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Jisung murmurs, ignoring Donghyuck’s searching gaze as he hauls them up and into the bathroom.
They shower together in near silence, only accompanied by the sound of running water and Donghyuck’s light sniffles as he comes down from his rough treatment. When Jisung scrubs a washcloth over the streaks of come left behind by Jaemin, Donghyuck’s eyebrows pinch together and he reaches out to grab Jisung’s wrist.
“Hey. Are you okay?” His brown doe eyes meet Jisung’s, flitting over his face anxiously. He looks desperate, pleading. “Are we okay?”
Jisung gives him a weak smile and a shaky nod. “Yeah. We’re okay.”
Jisung soothes the crease between Donghyuck’s eyebrows with a soft kiss, and that’s all Donghyuck needs to relax, nodding and letting Jisung finish washing his body.
Jisung doesn’t know if he’s telling the truth when he says that. He still feels a little sick in his stomach when he pictures the way Jaemin had handled Donghyuck, the way he spoke to him. Simultaneously, his cock twitches against his thigh when he remembers how Jaemin’s hands felt on his skin, how his honeyed voice seeped into his brain and melted him from the inside out.
But he’s tired, and sore, and all he wants to do right now is go to sleep. He helps Donghyuck into their small guestroom post shower, pulls back the covers on the clean bed, and lets his boyfriend cuddle up to him like it’s any other night.
“Love you,” Donghyuck murmurs, soft and sweet in a way that makes Jisung’s chest ache.
He can only hum in response, staring up at the ceiling as Donghyuck’s breathing evens out against his chest.