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“You're gonna have to cut this part out of the vlog,” Nicholas chuckles against Yuma's lips, plump and delectable against his own needy mouth.
“Meh,” Yuma murmurs, a cheeky grin crossing his pretty mouth as he wades closer to Nico, “I'll take care of it.”
Nicholas nods, dipping down to capture Yuma's lips once more, fingertips sliding against the dips in his waist, pressing hard enough to leave marks. If he's lucky.
The water around them swirls, disturbed by their movements and cold enough to make Nicholas shiver. His fingers graze over the goosebumps spilling over Yuma's skin, gentle and appreciative. His skin is so soft, so fucking soft.
“You can be rough with me, you know.” Yuma sounds annoyed— Nico knows better. Knows that Yuma uses annoyance and brattiness to get what he wants— he only knows this for sure because Nico does it too. His secret weapon. Yuma is, fortunately or unfortunately, immune to his underhanded tactics.
“You want that?” Nico whispers against his lips, a grin spreading across his mouth.
“You're supposed to be fucking me, why am I the one in charge?” Yuma bites. Nico's fingers grip harsher at his hip, free hand going to squeeze Yuma's ass harshly. If they were anywhere but this damn pool he'd smack his inner thigh.
Nicholas bites and tugs Yuma's lower lip. “Ragebaiting and bratting out on me isn't gonna get you anywhere. I know your tricks—I wrote the damn book on them.”
Yuma laughs, mean and harsh and it strikes against Nico's cheeks. “Yeah right. You give in the second you start getting what you want. I can persevere. You don't even know the meaning of the word.”
Nico bites at the junction of his shoulder and neck, sinking his teeth in just deep enough that Nico thinks he can taste the blood rushing in Yuma's veins, pumping faster the longer he pierces Yuma's skin. His body heats, the chill of the water surrounding the two of them doing nothing to quell his quickly rising body temperature.
Yuma grumbles, trying to push Nico away by pressing his hands to his chest, albeit weakly. “Don't leave marks, not up there.”
Nicholas gripes, pulling away enough to inspect the damage. He presses a kiss there, a tiny smile across his lips. “Stop whining already, I'm gonna fuck you just be patient.”
“So much for writing the book, huh? Can't even stand a little bit of whining before you're already giving in and snapping at me.”
“Whatever,” Nico grabs Yuma's jaw, gripping harshly, “Just behave, why don't you? Stop mouthing off for once in your life, it'll do you some good.”
Yuma grins, “You're so prickly sometimes,” He tugs Nico closer by the waistband of his swim trunks, “Like a cat.”
“Well duh.”
Yuma's hand snakes lower, groping Nicholas through his shorts. Nico mewls, head falling back with shiny eyes.
“You're always so receptive…”
A distant sound rings in Nico's ears, and the two cats glance towards the offending direction. Euijoo appears, body shimmering in the light, bright orange swim trunks making him stand out like a damn construction worker. How endearing.
“You,” Nicholas growls against Yuma's cheek, “You told him to come out here, didn't you?”
“Maybe… Maybe not.” Yuma grins, “Euijoo kun, come join us.”
Euijoo stills, watching the two of them invade each other's space. Nico's eyes are hungry, swimming with lust and need and something else that Nico can't even put his own finger on, and Yuma just grins at him, in that evil Yuma way that he does. Euijoo looks like he might explode.
“Join you?” He asks, standing right next to the propped up camera, bare feet touching cold paved concrete.
Yuma hums, hand snaking to wrap around Euijoo's dainty ankle, Euijoo shivering at the contact from Yuma's wet hand. Yuma looks up at him, eyes shining, “Please?”
Nicholas watches Euijoo, and Euijoo stares down at the two of them. Conflict, confusion, and reluctance all wash over his features. “Come on, Juju,” Nico says, voice barely louder than a whisper. “You know you want to.” Yuma adds a second later, “Been thinking about us, haven't you?”
Euijoo seems to freeze for a moment, lanky limbs going still before he's bringing a hand up to rub harshly across his face. It passes through his hair then lands on the back of his neck, kneading against the—likely warm—skin like he's nervous.
He sighs once before slipping into the pool, water shifting to make space for him. He creates distance for a moment before Yuma grabs his hand, tugging him flush to the two of them. “There, that's better.” Yuma grins, hand tracing its way up Euijoo's arm til his hand is caressing Euijoo's jaw, leaving his face damp. “So pretty, Euijoo kun.” He whispers before pulling Euijoo closer, lips barely a breath apart.
Nobody seems to breathe as Euijoo's eyes dart between Yuma's eyes and lips over and over, body nearly trembling. Nico stares, watches as the smile on Yuma's face grows, something sinister and evil and oh so Yuma sitting beneath the expression. Yuma tilts Euijoo's chin up ever so slightly before pressing forward, capturing Euijoo's mouth in a kiss that's more tongue that lips, messy and soaked in spit; it's a sight that makes Nicholas impossibly hard in his trunks, unsurprisingly.
Yuma sucks on Euijoo's bottom lip, and Nico's hand grips Euijoo's hip, pressing hard enough to leave the imprint of the tips of his fingers on Euijoo's beautiful skin. Euijoo's chest is too much for him, and Nicholas leans down to wrap his mouth around Euijoo's nipple, nipping and biting at the expanse of his wide chest.
“God,” Euijoo mumbles against Yuma's lips.
“No, just me.” Yuma smirks, slipping far too much tongue into Euijoo's mouth while making direct, burning, soul destroying eye contact with Nicholas. Jesus christ. The air around them feels suffocating, and the borderline freezing water surrounding doesn't help a single bit.
“Here's what's going to happen,” Yuma says as he pulls away, water sloshing at his hips when he moves, “You're gonna fuck me,” He pokes Euijoo's chest with a single finger, flicking his free nipple before turning to Nicholas, gripping his chin and leading him up to be eye level with the other two. “And you're going to fuck me, too.”
Euijoo pales, and Nicholas gets harder. This fucking guy.
Yuma pushes Euijoo against the edge of the pool, hands fumbling to tug his trunks down, “See? It'll be nice and easy. The two of you are small enough that I can take you both.”
“I'm not that small!” Euijoo whines, a throaty, embarrassing sound that goes straight to Nico's cock. Yuma's, too, if he knows Yuma's type. Which he does.
“You know damn well I'm not small.”
“Small enough for the situation… Pull down your pants already.” Nicholas blinks at the bark in Yuma's voice and the way he almost instantly obeys the order, and—when the hell did Yuma take his pants off?
“You're so overeager, does Jojo not fuck you enough?” Nico bites.
Yuma takes the bait, “Don't make me slap you.”
Nico tips his head forward, forehead pressing against Yuma's as he bites his nose, “I'd like to see you try.”
Euijoo whimpers behind them, cock hard behind Yuma's back, barely able to keep himself afloat in the cold water, “You're both crazy.”
“Do you want me to slap you right now?”
Nico bites into the meat of Yuma's cheek, hands wandering to grip onto Euijoo's hips, trapping Yuma flush between their bodies.
“No, not like this.” Yuma protests, and Nico presses searing nips into the line of his jaw. “You don't get to see my face, asshole, let me get into the position I want. My fantasy, my rules.” The last part misses Nico's ears. Euijoo's too, it looks like, from the way Euijoo is staring at him, eyes wide and full and barely blinking. Like he's trying to figure out if any of this is real.
Nicholas rolls his eyes, cock touching Yuma's for a moment, a sensation that makes them both freeze, pleasure rushing through both of them.
A low whimper escapes Euijoo's mouth, “What, baby? You need attention, too?” Yuma teases, though his voice is mean, too much bite and not enough sugar. Typical.
Euijoo hums an affirmative, and Yuma pushes Nicholas away, turning around and wrapping his legs around Euijoo's waist. His movements nearly splash water into Nico's face, and he huffs a frustrated breath. Who even decides to fuck in a pool anyway? This stupid overeager cat.
Euijoo's hands land naturally on the underside of Yuma's thighs, holding him up with little exertion. Nicholas presses against his back, close enough that Yuma can feel his nearly twitching cock against the lines of his spine. Yuma shivers, a motion Nicholas almost misses from the way Euijoo catches his gaze. His eyes are lidded, mouth parted in such a sinful state that Nico wonders if Euijoo even knows what he looks like right now. Lips puffy and mouth empty, fit for a cock to suck, eyes drooping yet shiny, ready to be flushed full of tears.
“So pretty,” Nico whispers just to Yuma, hooking his chin over the man's shoulder. Yuma leans his head to touch Nico's, and the two of them watch Euijoo. Twin gazes full of lust and want and everything else that comes along with being absolutely infatuated with Byun Euijoo—and each other.
“I know, you should trust me more.” Yuma replies, voices low as Euijoo's hands start to wander, one planting itself onto the small of Yuma's back. Nico pushes his hips in such a way that has his length pressing against Euijoo's hand. Euijoo mewls at the feeling. Yuma splashes water into Nico's face, grinning when Nicholas flinches, chuckling around his evil smile before turning his attention back to Euijoo. “Euijoo kun, I'm already prepped.”
Of course he is. Fucking whore. Nico admires his sluttiness.
Euijoo stills before nodding, shifting until his tip catches on Yuma's rim, throwing his head back to relish in the feeling before shoving himself inside. Yuma chokes out a grunt at the sudden intrusion, stilling as Euijoo fills him.
“Nico kun,” Yuma whines, turning his head to face him, “Do I need to spell it out for you?”
Nicholas shakes his head, blinking once before he's floating, hands moving across the edge of the water to maneuver himself just so, throat constricting at the feeling of his tip next to Euijoo's shaft. God. What the fuck.
Nico's lashes flutter as he presses inside, warm walls wrapping around him from one side and a similarly warm feeling from the other. Yuma's hand claws at Euijoo's shoulder, and everyone stills as he adjusts to the stretch. Euijoo's cock may be small and dainty like the rest of him, but Nico's also matches his body. Built and broad, and the only one who rivals his girth is, unsurprisingly, Fuma.
“Okay,” Yuma whispers, and the two men around him begin thrusting in tandem, one shifting out while the other plunges in, finding a rhythm quickly that makes Nico's head spin. Everything is so tight, and the sensation of Euijoo pressing against him has him nearly cumming already.
Yuma's hand cups Nicholas’ jaw, pulling him closer, and Nico blinks at Yuma. Yuma is doing the same to Euijoo, bringing their faces nearly flush. Euijoo blinks, lashes pretty and long compared to Nico's own damp ones.
“Go ahead,” Yuma whispers as he begins to bounce on Euijoo, hips moving rhythmically as he tries to feel as full as possible, and it's like everything clicks into place in Nico's head.
Nicholas cups Euijoo's jaw, delicate and loosely like Euijoo might shatter under too much pressure, and tugs him forward into the empty space between them. Euijoo's lips taste like sweat and the salty takeout he had for dinner, and Nico wonders if he tastes like chlorine and salt. Nico moans against his mouth, hand gripping harsher at the curve of Euijoo's cheek.
Yuma's rambling beside them about how fucking hot it is to see them kiss, and Nico preens under the praise, licking inside Euijoo's mouth. Euijoo allows him inside, and his mouth is warm and wet just like Yuma's pretty little hole. The slide of Euijoo's cock against his own coupled with the feeling of Euijoo kissing him, hand on Yuma's back now gripping onto Nico's hip, pulling him closer. It's too much, pressure building in Nico's stomach as he moans and whimpers and mewls against Euijoo's lips.
“You two are so pathetic,” Yuma says, voice low but fond, “Gonna cum from just some kissing?”
Euijoo hums a pleading, whiny, needy affirmative against Nico's lips. Nico nearly cracks right then and there.
“My Euijoo kun and my Nico kun,” He continues his movements, hips dipping lower and hovering flush to Euijoo's, pushing himself deeper and staying there like he wants to imprint the feeling of their cocks onto his insides. He pinches Euijoo's nipple before doing the same to Nicholas, palming his meaty, thick breast a moment after, “You gonna cum inside me at the same time? Touch tips? Mix your cum together inside my stupid little hole?”
Nico breaks.
Nico whimpers against Euijoo's lips, less kissing and more panting into each other's mouths now, and Euijoo's jaw falls slack when he feels Nico's needy, sensitive tip against his own, cum filling the space between their cocks and nearly pushing Euijoo's length out of Yuma's hole from the force of it. Yuma's hand wraps around the small of his back, wrist aching as he ensures Nico stays afloat, knowing Nicholas goes almost brainless when he cums, and Yuma probably doesn't want to deal with a drowning Nicholas—though he's sure Euijoo wouldn't mind administering CPR.
“C’mon, Juju,” Nicholas mewls against his mouth, and that's all it takes for Euijoo to finally cum, spilling into Yuma's hole. Nico, head hanging over Yuma's shoulder, snakes his own hand down to grip Yuma's cock, tugging it once before Yuma spills into the cold water between them.
“God,” Yuma whines, sensitive and spent and happy. “Finally.”
“Finally what?” Euijoo questions before Nico kisses him again, tenderly now and with intent, like he's trying to press this kiss into the recesses of Euijoo's brain (he is).
“A Nichojoo threesome has been on my bucket list for fucking ever,” Yuma flicks Euijoo's nipple again, giggling as he flinches hard enough to bite on Nico's lower lip. Nico mirrors the action, tugging on the plush of Euijoo's, lips too sinful and plump and delectable to resist biting and nipping.
Euijoo pulls just far enough to press a kiss to Yuma's mouth too, gentle and delicate in that endearing way Euijoo always is; nothing like the depravity of Nicholas and his teeth that ache to bite and tongue that longs to explore. “Do I even wanna know how long?”
Yuma shakes his head, snickering, before turning to kiss Nicholas, then watch the two of them kiss again, “Probably not.”