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Later that day, after Hoseok let Jimin know he heard them—and maybe even saw them, though he never confirmed that—it started to become suspicious.
At first, Jimin doesn’t question or mind it when Hoseok’s gaze keeps lingering on Yoongi sitting on his lap. They’re having a conversation, after all—of course, he’s looking at them as they talk.
But it’s starting to get weird the further they proceed with their day. Hoseok’s right behind them when they go for a hike deeper into the forest next to the empty field. His gaze is glued to them when they sit together, even when one of their other friends talks.
Jimin still doesn’t mind it—in a way, he believes Hoseok is just a little overwhelmed because he caught them doing such obscene things. They’re best friends, not everyone is casual about it.
In the evening, Hoseok is always close in reach. When they wake up the next morning, Hoseok’s glued to them almost right away, showing way more interest in Yoongi than Jimin. When they pack their stuff, Hoseok takes the longest, claiming he’s too busy.
Jimin reaches his breaking point of confusion when they make their way back home to end their camping trip. They’re divided into two different cars, chosen after who lives the closest together: Jimin and Yoongi share a car with Hoseok since they all happen to live in the same street.
Jimin sits in the back, gaze narrowed out the window. His hand is reached out, passing the seat in front of him to hold Yoongi’s, who’s sitting on the passenger seat. They’re all exhausted—camping is nice and fun, but nothing offers as much of a good rest as a proper bed.
Hoseok’s yapping, like he always does, his right hand patting Yoongi’s knee every few sentences—once again, nothing out of the ordinary. Hoseok does that no matter who’s sitting next to him.
Hoseok’s hand resting on Yoongi’s thighs for almost a full minute, however, is nothing common. Jimin ignores it the first time he catches a glimpse of it—the second time, he can’t ignore it anymore. Not only does he touch his thigh, he also trails his hand suspiciously far up.
Jimin tightens his grip around Yoongi’s hand to get him out of his daydreams, raising his attention about the intense touch that doesn’t come from him.
“Hoseok,” Yoongi calls out as he turns towards him, wiggling his leg lightly. “What are you doing there?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Hoseok’s hand stays on Yoongi’s thigh, trailing up once again.
Jimin’s eyes are glued to his doing, a feeling he can’t place settling in the pit of his stomach. He should be upset about his friend inappropriately touching his boyfriend—but oh, does it raise his curiosity.
Jimin really wishes he felt bothered by it, so he could tell Hoseok to take his hand off him. But the majority of him wants him to proceed—wants him to keep touching his boyfriend.
“You see, there was something about hearing you two-“ Hoseok’s hand trails further, and Jimin chews his cheek, quickly getting the gist of his intentions. “-makes me wonder what you sound like when you don’t have to be quiet.”
“You-“ Yoongi startles, back pushing into the seat—he didn't know Hoseok heard them until now. Jimin didn’t tell him. “Jimin-ah…” Yoongi remains tensed up, visibly overwhelmed.
Jimin and Hoseok lock eyes through the mirror between the seats, communicating without words. Hoseok asks for permission to proceed, and Jimin allows him to after a moment of hesitation—he wants to see what this will lead to.
“It’s fine, Hyungie,” Jimin whispers as he leans forward, closer to Yoongi’s ear. He strokes his thump over the back of his hand, offering him silent reassurance.
“Relax, Yoongi. We’re just trying something,” Hoseok adds, as if they discussed this earlier, which they didn’t, obviously. Whatever is happening right now is just as much of a surprise to Jimin as it is to Yoongi. “Are you okay with that?” Hoseok peeks at him, but Yoongi doesn’t reply—what he does instead is squeeze Jimin’s hand to let him know he’s leaving it up to him.
As passive as always. As passive as Jimin taught him to be over time. Passive enough to know this is a decision he isn’t allowed to take by himself. He knows their safe word—if it was truly against his will, he’d call it out.
“He’s okay. Keep going,” Jimin instructs, eyes meeting Hoseok’s again. Another glance of reassurance—a glance that’s enough for Hoseok to understand he’s truly allowed to continue.
Hoseok languidly ghosts his hand over Yoongi’s hip to the hem of his shirt, fingertips hooking underneath. Yoongi releases a shaky breath in return, hand squeezing Jimin’s. He’s still tense, eyes glued to the hand that’s now slipping underneath his shirt.
“Come on, Hyungie—show Hoseok how you like getting touched,” Jimin encourages, leaning forward to see everything that’s going on. After a moment of hesitation, Yoongi grips Hoseok’s wrist and does what Jimin tells him to. He guides Hoseok’s hand between his thighs, squeezing them around it, and pushes it upward until his fingers brush his crotch. A sigh leaves his lips, followed by his fingers digging into Jimin’s palm.
What a goddamn turn on, seeing another man touch his boyfriend while he himself still remains in control over him. The fact that they’re in a car, driving through the urban area, makes it even better. More thrilling—more obscene.
“Quite obedient, hm?” Hoseok huffs, ripping a quiet hum from Yoongi by jerking his hand against his crotch. He takes a left turn, meeting Jimin’s gaze as soon as he’s driving straight again. “You’ve got him under control—that’s hot as fuck.”
“Hyungie likes doing exactly as I tell him to,” Jimin replies with a proud smirk, hand releasing Yoongi’s to brush through his hair instead. He gently guides his head against the seat, leaning closer to his ear. “I’m right here, yeah? Let's show Hobi how well you listen.” The second Jimin removes his hand, Yoongi’s head dips forward with a suppressed whine.
Jimin undoes his seatbelt despite still driving to scoot to the middle seat, head peeking forward to have a better view. Hoseok continues to work his palm against Yoongi’s crotch, obviously enjoying it just as much as Jimin. His other hand is white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes constantly switching between the street, Yoongi, and the mirror to see Jimin.
Yoongi, meanwhile, struggles not to lose it immediately. He squirms in place to push against Hoseok’s hand, head dipped, breath turning heavy. He’s flustered, Jimin can tell without having to see his face, overwhelmed by having someone new see him like this.
By the time they arrive at their apartment a few minutes later, Yoongi is already nothing but a mess anymore. He lets go of Hoseok’s hand against his will, waiting until Jimin opens the door and undoes the seatbelt for him. Hand in hand, the two of them head inside without their luggage yet, Hoesok following them quickly.
In their bedroom, it takes less than a minute for Jimin to find himself sitting at the edge of their bed, his boyfriend settled on his lap, their friend next to them, watching as they work their lips together. Yoongi’s thighs frame his lap, his hands wrapped around his shoulders.
Jimin eagerly runs the tip of his tongue over Yoongi’s bottom lip, gaze flinching to Hoseok. He can’t help but smirk as he searches for Hoseok’s hand and grabs his wrist to place it on Yoongi’s side, guiding it down.
“Hobi’s gonna touch you, Hyungie. Does that sound exciting to you?” Jimin tilts his head at him, and Yoongi nods heavily before closing the distance between them again. He shifts forward, pressing his crotch against his thigh, and chokes out a groan, jerking back against Hoseok’s hand on his ass.
Jimin continues to get his boyfriend worked up by teasing him with his tongue while he draws his own pleasure from both, grinding against his thigh and letting Hoseok run his hands all over him. Stroking over his back, squeezing his ass, slipping them underneath his shirt, threading through his hair—whatever’s in reach and pleasant to touch. Jimin’s hand also meets Hoseok’s every now and again, either to simply touch him or to show him where Yoongi likes it the most.
“Fuck, baby—look what you’re doing to him.” Jimin places his hand underneath Yoongi’s chin, tilting his head to make him look at Hoseok. “Getting him all excited, hm?” Yoongi bites his lip, shoulders tensing up as Jimin squeezes his thighs.
Jimin meets Hoseok’s gaze, giving him a reassuring nod as soon as he notices the gist of uncertainty glistening in his eyes. It helps a little, raising Hoseok’s confidence—he comes closer, knees pressing against Jimin’s thigh, and leans in, lips brushing Yoongi’s cheek.
“Getting me all hard, hm?” Hoseok takes over for Jimin, grabbing his chin to pull him in. Their lips meet hurriedly, Jimin’s vision blurring as he stares at it. Their lips move in a languid rhythm, guided and coordinated by Hoseok.
Jimin helps them out by working his palm against Yoongi’s crotch. His lips part for a muffled groan, and Hoseok uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past them, ripping more and more noises from him.
By now, Jimin is just as turned on as the two of them, incapable of taking his eyes off their messy kisses. He tries to keep working his palm against Yoongi, but he trails off entirely, amazed by everything that’s happening right now. Yoongi is sitting on his lap and kisses another man, one hand wrapped around his neck, the other holding onto the other man’s shoulder. Yoongi is letting another man touch him, simply because Jimin tells him to.
A few seconds later, Hoseok pulls off, hand loosely around Yoongi’s throat. “It’s time for you to take care of the problems you’re causing,” he murmurs, and—oh, how much Jimin loves it. The way Hoseok’s voice carries confidence, Yoongi’s eyes widen a little, and his hand tightens around his neck sends a jolt of electricity through his veins, his breath hitching.
“Come on, Hyungie. You heard him—take care of it.” Jimin helps Yoongi off his lap and sits him down behind him, in the middle of the bed. Hoseok gets up to undo his pants before kneeling down in front of him, eyes meeting Jimin’s.
“You amaze me, Jimin. Kind and soft in public—nasty behind closed doors.” He smirks, and Jimin shrugs, scooting over until he’s sitting right next to Yoongi. He runs a gentle hand through his messy hair, gripping the strands on the back of his head to pull it back.
He's proud of that misleading image. He fucking loves when people assume him to be all vanilla and soft, and then they find out what he's actually doing behind closed doors. Of course, he can be—and is—soft at times, but nothing's as good as fucking his boyfriend stupid. Pushing his limits, feeling him melt away in his arms, hearing the desperate and exhausted whines—it's the best thing in the world.
Yoongi looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, heavy breaths escaping his parted lips. His hand is pressed down on his own crotch, but Jimin snaps it away, giving his hair a rough tug.
“You should know you’re not supposed to do that,” Jimin reminds, brows raised. “You’re supposed to show Hobi Hyung you’re a good boy—not a disobeying brat."
“Can’t help it…Jimin-ah. Need it, really—I do.” Yoongi squirms, whining as Jimin tugs on his hair again to pull him down. He steadies himself with his arms, and Jimin keeps pulling him forward until he’s right in front of Hoseok, face on crotch-level.
“Hobi’s already waiting. You’ll get your reward after.” Jimin hooks his fingers underneath the band of Hoseok’s boxers, waiting for Yoongi’s weak nod to pull down. Running a gentle hand through his hair, he guides him forward, pleased to see him wrap his lips around the head of his cock without another word. “Yeah, that’s good.” He puts pressure on the back of Yoongi’s head, making him lean in and take more of him into his mouth. Hoseok groans in response, head falling back. Jimin can't help but stare, eagerly watching each inch slip past his lips.
“Shit—that’s amazing,” Hoseok claims, and Jimin nods, pulling Yoongi’s head back.
“You can do it, baby. M’ right here with you.” Jimin offers Yoongi his hand to take, their fingers intertwining. He decides the pace for him, keeping his fingers tight around the strands to help him keep it up. Slow and gentle—pleasurable but not enough to finish right away. Yoongi adapts to it, eyes squeezing shut, thighs clenching.
Jimin's hand in his hair is replaced by Hoseok's soon, but he keeps holding the other, offering him reassurance. Yoongi loves knowing he's here—in immediate reach. Hoseok’s groans grow louder, Yoongi hums around his cock, and Jimin loves seeing all of this happen. He loves watching someone else fuck his boyfriend’s mouth, use him for pleasure, and not give a damn about the discomfort he causes by burying himself deep down his throat.
“You’re doing amazing, Hyungie. Good boy,” Jimin encourages, and Yoongi chokes out a moan in response, body shivering. He continues to successfully keep up the steady pace while Hoseok threads through his hair with both hands—his gaze is glued to him, and Jimin can tell he likes it.
Jimin lets them continue without interfering for another minute. Then, he grips strands of Yoongi’s hair and pulls him off Hoseok’s cock. He shoves two fingers down his throat right away, refusing to offer him a break. Yoongi moans and chokes on them, tears springing into his eyes, head dipping.
“You know what you gotta do.” Jimin twists his wrist, and Yoongi swirls his tongue around his fingers, leaning in to get them further down his throat. “Don’t let Hobi down.” Yoongi moans, managing to wrap a fist around his cock with effort. He picks up a pace as well as he manages, though it's not quite frequent.
“Holy shit,” Hoseok gasps, eyes wide as he stares down on Yoongi. Jimin looks up at Hoseok, keeping the hand in Yoongi’s hair gentle to offer him a contrast to the way he violently abuses his throat, forcing another gag out of him.
“You better hold back if you still wanna fuck him, Hobi. You should be able to, hm?” Jimin arches a brow at him, beyond serious with that. He'll lose it if Hoseok ends this in such a ridiculous way after he stepped back to share his boyfriend with him.
“Fuck—I can’t promise shit.” He grunts, head falling back as Yoongi presses his fingers against the underside of his cock. "He's just too good at it." Yoongi whimpers, jaw clenching in response to the praise. Jimin huffs, crooking his fingers, ignoring the teeth that scrape his knuckles.
Jimin withdraws his fingers once he's sure it's enough, denying him a break once again. He pulls him back on Hoseok's cock, making him fully take him into his mouth right away.
“He prefers it if you do the moving, by the way. If he pats your thigh, it means he needs to catch his breath.” Jimin scoots down, settling down behind Yoongi. With the clean hand, he grips his sweatpants and pulls them down, giving him a minute to settle with what's going to happen.
Hoseok listens to what Jimin tells him; he keep Yoongi’s head in place with both hands and jerks his hips forward, fucking his throat without a care in the world. His head falls back, another moan leaving his lips.
Jimin allows himself a minute to watch it from the new angle. Hoseok's trained body, though still covered by a shirt, his satisfied expression, the back of Yoongi's head, the hand in his hair, the noises—moans, sloppy sucks, whines. The view pierces right through his abdomen, leaving him no other choice but to hurry up and little. He needs so much more of this.
“I’ll make sure you’re all nice and ready for us, Hyungie. Just relax.” Jimin waits another moment before slipping the tip of one finger inside him. Like always, Yoongi squirms and tenses up at first, but he eases into it quickly, letting him slip the entirety of his finger inside him.
Both Hoseok fucking his mouth and Jimin working his fingers inside him reduce Yoongi to a puddle of nothing, his whines growing higher and higher. His body trembles with need, his hips eagerly chase after the pressure, and yet he never puts any less effort into it. He offers both of them a perfect view, back slightly arched, eyes trying to meet Hoseok's as much as possible.
The second fingers Jimin adds makes him cry out. He hastily pats Hoseok's thigh—Jimin notices before Hoseok comprehends it, so he gives him a look that tells him to stop. Hoseok lets go of him in an instant, and Yoongi dips his head together with a high whimper. He gasps for air, head dropping down onto the sheets. Yet he doesn't give up on it—he returns to jerking him off with a shaky hand, hips jerking against Jimin's fingers.
“You can take more, Hyungie—I know you do,” Jimin purrs, eager to see more. He crooks his fingers inside him, ripping a hoarse grunt from him. A few heavy breaths later, Yoongi raises his head, Hoseok watching with big eyes as he replaces his hand with his mouth again. Yeah. Of course, he can take more. Jimin can't help but feel a little proud—that's his goddamn boyfriend.
“Hyungie’s ready,” Jimin decides after a while, crooking his fingers one last time before withdrawing them.
Hoseok snaps up, and Yoongi pulls off right away to gasp for air, choking out a strangled whimper. He tilts his head to look over his shoulder, letting Jimin see his ruined face. Tears smeared across his cheeks, spit collecting on the corner of his swollen lips, flushed up to his cheek.
“Min-ah,” Yoongi cries, reaching out for him with one hand.
“You’re alright, baby.” Jimin trails his hand over his back, offering him a gentle touch. He maps his spine before hooking his finger underneath the hem of his shirt. Slowly, he pulls it up to his shoulders, and over his head as soon as Yoongi comprehends he's supposed to raise his arms for a moment. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" Jimin proudly looks him up and down—thin shoulders, black hair, pale skin, a waist made to grab, perfect ass—and he loves seeing him on all fours between the two of them. He looks up at Hoseok, pleased to see him check him out with a grin.
"He's ethereal. Eager for cock, too." Hoseok huffs, and Jimin hums to agree, quickly making up his mind about the next step. He doesn't want to deny him any longer—not when he's been this obedient the whole time already.
He ends up switching position with Hoseok. He settles down next to Yoongi's face while Hoseok gets to position himself behind him, hands eagerly gripping his ass. He squeezes, hungry gaze narrowed to it.
“Please—please!” Yoongi pants, his arms giving up on him. To make it more comfortable for him, Jimin helps him turn on his back.
“You can do it—I know you can.” He scoots a little closer, so Yoongi can rest his head on his thigh, running a gentle hand through the damp strands. His gaze narrows to Hoseok, who's impatiently waiting for permission. “Grab his thighs. Go a little gentle first—he’s gonna cum too quickly otherwise.”
“You want it?” Hoseok grips both his thighs and parts his legs a little more, ripping a whimper from him by pressing the head of his cock against him. “Come on, let your boyfriend hear you beg for another cock.” Hoseok pushes the head of his cock inside him, and Yoongi looks up at Jimin with half-lidded eyes, another tear running down his cheek. He doesn't say a thing until Jimin nods to let him know it's alright—it's more than alright. There aren't words enough to describe how much Jimin loves every second of this.
“Want it—please…want it so much,” Yoongi begs, gaze still narrowed up to Jimin. They keep locking eyes, even as his face scrunches up from Hoseok pushing his cock inside him. He squirms and whines, back arching. Hoseok picks up a gentle pace, Yoongi’s body jostling together with his thrusts. Their moans reach Jimin’s ears, his lips curling into a smirk.
“My dirty little slut, huh? Taking another man’s cock because I tell you to.” He wraps a loose hand around Yoongi’s throat, his own needs starting to flood his mind.
“Your-...hngh, your slut,” Yoongi cries out, hand gripping the sheets. He tilts his head off Jimin’s lap, pushing it back with an exhausted moan.
“Come on, Hyungie-” Jimin impatiently frees his own cock from his clothes and positions himself in a way that makes it easy for Yoongi to reach him. He grips his hair, guiding him down on his cock. “-take it.”
Hoseok stops keeping it gentle way faster than Jimin has expected. He picks up his pace all of a sudden, recklessly dragging his cock in and out of him. Jimin wants to say something to it at first, but his words die down and reincarnate as a moan as Yoongi takes him deeper and presses his tongue against him. His moans just add to the pleasure, the concerns leaving Jimin’s mind in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck, baby—that’s amazing,” Jimin moans, knuckles turning white around his hair. He pulls him down, denying him oxygen for a few seconds.
“He’s so goddamn tight—fuck!” Hoseok pushes his thighs apart, head dipping.
Yoongi weakly nudging his knee makes Jimin let go of him right away. He pulls off, moaning and whimpering so frantically he still barely manages to breathe. “Close—Min-ah, please…please. Can’t anymore. Ngh!” He chokes out a sob, back arching.
“You can—it’s alright.” Jimin takes his hand, and Hoseok seems to understand right away. He fucks him with more force, obviously starting to reach his own limits. It’s only Jimin who’s left with a high amount of energy by now.
Yoongi grips his hand so much it almost hurts, head pushing back into the sheets. He manages one more moan before he silences entirely, his breath catching in his throat. Hoseok keeps up his pace, fucking him through his orgasm, even as he spills his cum on his own belly.
“Min- oh, fuck—n-no, stop!”
“Don’t stop.” Jimin shakes his head, cautiously watching Hoseok continue. Yoongi frantically gasps for air, his hips twitch, and his jaw clenches. “Keep going for a minute or so.” Jimin gives Hoseok a reassuring glance before cupping Yoongi’s cheeks, making him look up. “Hobi’s not done yet, baby. You can’t just finish half the job.”
“Not done yet…not yet—Hmnh!” New tears spring into his eyes, a sob escaping his throat.
“Look at me, Hyungie-” He waits until Yoongi opens his eyes. “-How d’you want it? You’re doing so well, it’s up to you today.”
“Wanna-” A high moan cuts him short, body shivering. With a hand sign, Jimin gestures for Hoseok to slow down a little, giving his boyfriend the opportunity to form a coherent thought. “...swallow—let me swallow, please.”
“Hobi—my baby wants to swallow,” Jimin repeats a little louder, given the lack of strength in Yoongi’s voice.
“What a goddamn cumslut.” Hoseok pulling out makes Yoongi whimper, his legs dropping as soon as he lets go of him. He halfway turns to his side, anything but energetic. He's done for—Jimin can clearly see it.
“My cumslut—certainly.”
Hoseok comes up to Jimin’s side, wrapping a tight fist around his own cock. Jimin keeps his hand on Yoongi's cheek for the moment, thump nudging his bottom lip. Gently, he slips it between his teeth, gaze glued to his face and ears focused on Hoseok’s groans as he makes him open his mouth a little more.
“Fuck-...gonna cum,” Hoseok warns in a moan. He hurriedly moves closer, slipping the head of his cock between Yoongi’s lips to give him what he wants.
Yoongi hums, eyes fluttering close as his cum hits the back of his throat. He swallows all of it before opening his mouth again to collect the remnants. With short, uncoordinated motions, he licks over the head of Hoseok’s dick, keeping their eyes locked.
Jimin sits and watches, almost tipping over the edge by the view itself.
He doesn’t even know what exactly it is that thrives him. Yoongi casually pleasing another man? The fact that Jimin himself set this up? Being able to show off his boyfriend? Perhaps, it’s a little bit of everything—mixed together with the fact that he tends to have questionable preferences. It’s pure luck that Yoongi is happy to do all of it, as long as Jimin makes sure to praise him enough.
“Thank you so much, Seokie,” Yoongi manages, voice hoarse.
“I doubt you’re done yet, Yoongi—someone’s still waiting.” Hoseok smirks, backing a little away. He leans against the headrest for a moment to catch his breath, keeping his eyes on the couple anyway.
Yoongi gathers the bit of strength he has left to sit up and drop his head on Jimin’s shoulder, a whimper escaping his lips. “Min-ah,” he whispers softly, hand reaching for his neck. “Still want you inside…please—he can watch…want him to.”
“Of course…lie down how you want it.” Jimin pulls him into a loose embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of his hair.
A few seconds later, Yoongi frees himself out of his grip and turns around, keeping himself up on knees and hands, facing Hoseok. Jimin sits up, holds onto his waist, and slowly pushes inside him. Yoongi tenses up in response—he’s obviously pushing his limits—and grips Hoseok’s arm, holding onto him for support.
“You’re alright, Yoongi,” Hoseok tells him, meeting Jimin’s gaze for a moment. Jimin gives him a nod, letting him know it’s fine. “You can do it. Jimin’s gonna be very proud of you.”
“Can do it…” Yoongi whimpers, hips twitching as Jimin picks up a slow pace. His arms give up on him, cheek pressing into the sheets, his other hand also reaching for Hoseok.
“M’ gonna cum inside, yeah?” Jimin puts the entirety of his focus on reaching the edge as quickly as possible—it’s the best thing he can do because trying to convince Yoongi to give up on it is practically impossible. His body tenses quickly, the pleasure gathering to a huge puddle in the pit of his stomach.
Yoongi sucking another man’s dick, his high moans and cries, his ruined face, the way he looked getting fucked by Hoseok, his visuals in general—Jimin rewinds all of it in the gist of a second, focusing so much he doesn’t manage to properly comprehend what Hoseok is currently saying.
Yoongi is still tight, and he’s still taking him all well and nice after everything that happened—heat pierces through Jimin’s abdomen, head falling back with a moan.
“Fuck—baby, mnh!” He picks up his pace, frantically thrusting inside him without managing to do anything against it. The sensation rushes through every cell, every inch of his body, his grip on reality slipping away for a moment.
Heat, pressure, friction—he spills his cum inside Yoongi, dipping his head.
“Min-ah…s’ good,” Yoongi murmurs, managing to push his hips back one more time. “Don’t pull out yet…just one more minute.”
“Of course, Hyungie.” Jimin wraps his arms around his waist, managing to turn them to their side without having to pull out of him yet. He keeps him close, pressing a kiss to his neck. Yoongi, entirely blown away by now, reaches for Hoseok and makes him lie down next to them, hand brushing through his damp hair.
“Seokie…d’ you like it?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’ve done amazing, Yoongi.” Hoseok leans in to place a hesitant kiss on his forehead, offering him a warm smile right after.
Around ten minutes later, the three of them are laying in the couple’s bed, cleaned up and ready for a good rest. Hoseok and Jimin are halfway sitting while Yoongi is settled between them, head resting on Jimin’s chest. Jimin is caressing hair the way he knows he likes it, zeroed in on the back of his head.
“Shit took an interesting turn,” Jimin mumbles, peeking at Hoseok. “Just touching him was bold, by the way.”
“I just went with hit or miss on this one.” Hoseok chuckles, and even Yoongi huffs—which surprises Jimin a little. He’s been sure he’s dozing off already.
“Was a fun hit or miss.” Yoongi tilts his head out of Jimin’s shirt, first looking at him, then Hoseok. “I never thought I’d get to experience a threesome.”
“Me neither,” Jimin adds with a little smile.
“Pass the bottle.” Hoseok snorts out a chuckle, and Jimin can’t help but join in, still incapable of comprehending the situation.
“I wouldn’t mind Jiminie sharing me again,” Yoongi adds after a moment, hand reaching for Hoseok’s arm. “You got a nice cock.”
“Okay…you’re way too cum-brained, Hyungie.” Jimin shakes his head over him, but he doesn’t judge that idea. Why would he if it makes it easier to fuck Yoongi up real good? It's efficient “Let’s calm down for now and discuss that later,” he adds anyway, just to make sure no one gets their hopes raised for nothing already. Both Hoseok and Yoongi agree on that right away.
“Hoseok? That doesn’t change anything about the fact that you’re a loser, by the way. Nice cock or not—you’re still an idiot.”
“Yoongi!”