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Renjun woke up while it was still dark outside.
He was in a pyjama he didn’t remember for a second until he recalled that Jeno had given it to him after their lengthy shower yesterday.
His ass was beyond sore. Sunday didn’t even compare. Renjun sighed and turned to get back to sleep, hoping to wake up with his body fully rested and not hurting anymore, but he realised Jeno wasn’t there anymore. That was strange.
Suddenly, he heard voices and that was probably why he had woken up.
He checked the alarm clock on the bedside table.
It was 4 am.
Who on earth was visiting Jeno at this time? Robbers?
Yikes, Renjun should check if his assumption was right. Or maybe he should not check because that was how people got themselves killed, wasn’t it?
Curiosity got the better of him and Renjun rolled out of bed, padding over to the door.
It was open a sliver and the light in the living room made it easy for Renjun to peek outside. Probably not robbers, then. Or really bad ones. Like, even Renjun knew not to turn on the light to steal from someone.
Renjun quite nearly choked on thin air when he realised what (and who) it was that he was seeing.
That pink hair was one of a kind, after all.
“Jenooo, come on, tell me!”
“Privacy, Jaemin, do you know it?” Jeno pulled Jaemin closer, kissing him.
Holy fuck, that was hot.
Wait!
What the fuck, why were they kissing, why were Jaemin’s hands on Jeno’s ass, why WAS RENUN WATCHING THEM AND ENJOYING IT.
“I wanted to fuck you! I had no fun all evening!”
Oh god. Oh god, Jeno had a boyfriend, right? No. No that couldn’t be, that boyfriend could not be Jaemin.
“I can fuck you, but I need to do a three-hour session tomorrow, I can’t be sore. Also, your piercing isn't healed yet, don't be reckless.”
Oh. He so wanted to see that, see Jaemin on all fours and Jeno wreck him... Oh god. No, stop, this was not what he should be thinking now.
“But… but… for your boyfriend… your favourite boyfriend? Who’s really heartbroken and had a really tough night at work?”
Now, Renjun actually choked on thin air.
He heard himself cough like he was suffocating, which, okay, fair, he was. Wouldn’t it have been much preferable to suffocate in silence than now have two heads snap in his direction after he, apparently, was the resident idiot who had slept with the boyfriend of the man who had broken his heart by being a massive liar?
How terrible could his day get?
Fuck, was he going to hell for this?
But he was a Buddhist!
“Injunie!” Jaemin gasped, sounding like he was delighted to see him and not like Renjun had blocked him on all socials last week after discovering he was a lair. Well, Jaemin didn’t know that Renjun knew. He would have to address this in an adult manner.
Should he flee down the fire escape?
Well, he’d love to, but now Jeno was gently patting his back so he could not suffocate yet and wasn’t granted a dramatic end on the laminate floor.
Very unfortunate.
“Injunie, why are you here? Why did you block me? I swear, I thought you’d be interested in seeing my dick, I didn’t mean to send it to you without consent, I’m so sorry, did you get fired from your job? I swear, I’ll never do it again! I love you!”
Okay, another spontaneous choking situation arose.
Jeno kept patting his back, so once more the opportunity to just collapse to the floor was taken from Renjun.
“No way, this is your Injun?” Jeno asked over Renjun coughing, sounding baffled. Well. “No way, don’t tell me Jaemin is your messy situationship?”
“Wait, why are you wearing my pyjama? Again, why are you here?”
Now would just be amazing to disappear into thin air, like, really, totally awesome timing.
“You do realise the name is rare, right?” Renjun instead asked because, hello?
“Yeah… wait… did you two fuck? Wait… did you not come to talk to me? Wait, no, I should be the one to come to you… fuck, Injunie, I messed that up!” Jaemin was around his neck like a boa constrictor, sobbing faintly, and Renjun was just completely overwhelmed by the entire situation.
“Uhm, just, you know, for clarification’s sake: you are together, right? Like, you do realise this situation is about the most confusing thing I have ever found myself in?” Renjun looked at Jeno for help, whose eyes widened.
“Oh, of course, it must be. I’m really sorry, this is Jaemin’s flat!”
What…
The…
Fuck…
Jaemin’s flat?
He had gone to have his mind taken off Jaemin and ended up in Jaemin’s bed with his boyfriend?
“Okay,” Renjun breathed out. What else was there to do? He had to accept that he had made adult decisions and had to live with the consequences.
Jaemin must have recovered from his crying fit. He perked up.
“I already told Jeno I was in love with you and I was going to tell you and explain and stuff because you don’t have to like Jeno, but then you blocked me and now you slept with him and I am very surprised. And confused, too, to be honest.”
Renjun groaned.
He was the one very surprised?
“So, it’s all good now?” Jaemin looked like it was actually this easy. Which… why wasn’t it? Was Renjun making it complicated when it didn’t have to be?
Yeah, no.
“Okay, listen, Jaemin, do you know why I blocked you?”
Jaemin whimpered and squeezed him tighter, “Don’t say the word with b!”
“You do porn? And you did not consider telling me? Hello? I find out by myself? I thought you made fun of me because I’m obviously just some geek with a socialist agenda and not some god in bed how you are?” Renjun exploded and pushed Jaemin off his shoulder.
“Noooo!” Jaemin screwed his eyes shut like that would make it go away.
Jeno groaned and reached out to flick his fingers against Jaemin’s ear.
“Tell him!”
“I’m sorry, Injunie, but most people take really badly to it and I wanted to be careful because I like you so much! I would never make fun of you, you’re so, so, so adorable and cute. I don’t need a god in bed, I just need someone who’s fun and honest and I like. I like you! I love you!”
Jaemin’s eyes were big and shiny with tears and Renjun felt a bit bad now.
“I mean… that’s understandable but… I guess I really misunderstood. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
Jaemin fell around his neck again, yipping. It was all a bit much with Jeno standing literally right there. Apparently unfazed, he cut in, “Ah, ah, ah, that’s not all!”
“Okay, okay, I was going to say it, I swear.”
Renjun wasn’t sure he wanted to know there was more. His back hurt, his legs hurt, his ass hurt, he wanted to lie down. Jaemin was heavy, especially at 4 am after Jeno had spanked him into next week just hours earlier. Which was still a wild situation to be in.
Still, what else would there be? He could be the son of an oil mogul or a textile industry billionaire, but that seemed unlikely. “I’m also a prostitute. But only on the side, I’m not like Jungwoo, he does more offline sex work and less online, I do more online, I swear!”
“Uh…” Okay, well… it was sex work, Renjun could deal with that, as long as Jaemin wasn’t actually making fun of him, just… “Jungwoo?”
“My friend! Anyway, I swear it doesn’t mean I feel less in love with you or anything. Also Jeno! I just have a lot of love to give!”
That was kind of cute. Really.
Renjun glanced over to where Jeno was watching with fond eyes. This was so wild.
“Will you give me a chance? Please? To go out, like, really, as boyfriends?” Jaemin’s eyes were wide and cute and Renjun’s legs still hurt but his heart had the audacity to start racing.
“Jaemin, I literally feel like I was run over, this is all a lot to take in. I… I like you as well, but I have to sort my thoughts before I decide anything.”
Jaemin finally had mercy on Renjun and supported his own weight. But then he started kissing his cheek, down to his neck and Renjun was having trouble concentrating.
“Thank you! Thank you, that’s perfectly fine! I will show you I will make up for my mistake.”
“Hey, so, I don’t mean to insert myself, but does that improve my chances if the mess is cleared?” Jeno asked, smiling confidently.
Renjun’s head was spinning.
Jaemin pulled away, thankfully for Renjun’s brain, and frowned, “Not without telling him what you do! No hurting my Renjun anymore!”
That didn’t sound good…
“You work for a bank in the hedging department helping to fuck up the prices of basic necessities like wheat?” Renjun asked.
“N…no?”
“I don’t believe you!”
“I really don’t, I even need a crib to remember the difference between a put and a call! Okay, I’m in a gang!”
“In a what?”
“Um… we… um… do things? Sell stuff? I swear, it’s not all illegal!”
“Jeno, you run a drug-selling ring of considerable size and beat people bloody at least once a week.”
This time, Renjun choked so badly, he had to sit down to avoid fainting.
He hid his face in his hands.
Literally what the fuck?
“My ass hurts so bad, Jeno, and now I have to sit down because of you, I swear to god you will regret this.”
“Sorry. I would have told you, I promise, but after the second date is a little early. I can’t go around telling people that I’m a criminal.”
“Oh my god.”
“I think it doesn’t matter, you’re a wonderful person,” Jaemin chirped.
“Because you do illegal things as well,” Renjun hissed and stood up because his ass hurt too much to keep sitting. He paced up and down. Did it really matter? At least neither of them was a ‘self-made’ billionaire or working for EY. It could be worse.
Jaemin looked very unbothered and Jeno had an arm around his shoulders now, apparently waiting for Renjun to calm down. Shit, they were both so hot, too.
“What did you do to his ass?” Jaemin asked as if that was appropriate. Renjun was having a breakdown over his morals here, okay?
“Um… stuff.”
“Renjun, what did Jeno do with your ass? He has a nice dick, but that shouldn’t hurt so much.”
“Can you let me have my mental breakdown in peace here? Don’t you see I am occupied? He spanked me.”
Now it was Jaemin’s time to choke.
Jeno patted his back until he was breathing normally again.
Renjun sighed. He could review his morals tomorrow. Right now, all he knew was that both these fine men were incredibly attractive and interested in him. So what if their jobs were untraditional? He should just give himself a chance to be happy. Jaemin had made him very happy and so had Jeno.
Fine, he was going to call it a night with this conclusion.
He kneeled on the sofa. He was not going to sit down.
“Shouldn’t we go to sleep maybe?” He asked, looking at the clock.
“What? You tell me Jeno spanked you and then want me to just go to bed? Are you insane? I need to see that!”
Renjun’s face flushed.
It was insanity to go for a round two after what Jeno and he had done just about eight hours ago.
But Jaemin was a really amazing kisser and Renjun had forgotten how much he liked the feeling of his piercings digging into his lip.
And Jeno had already promised Jaemin he would fuck him, so Renjun guessed he could just tag along or something.
He wasn’t even sure if he could get it up again yet, so he let Jaemin cage him against the bed to kiss and helped Jeno get him out of his clothes because that was the main objective here.
It was different and fun to see Jaemin gasp and unable to keep kissing him when Jeno fingered him, getting him ready.
“Mm Injunie, I wanna see your ass. I wanna make you feel good as well. Not just Jeno,” Jaemin whined, but his arms were shaking because Jeno riled him up so much.
“Next time, okay? I can’t get it up and I’m not letting anyone dry fuck me either, sorry,” Renjun apologised and pushed his hands through Jaemin’s hair. He wondered if Jeno pulled his hair, how Jaemin had pulled his. Mm. So many questions. So much to find out.
Jaemin moaned and Renjun looked over to Jeno.
It was quite surreal to be in this situation, but he didn’t mind. It was hot, just yet another kink he had not known about, probably.
“All good you two? Jaemin, can you stay on your hands?”
“Yeah. It’ll be twice as good with Injunie as my fluffer,” Jaemin smiled and Renjun rolled his eyes but let Jaemin kiss him, all tongue and no finesse.
The kiss broke when Jeno pushed into him and Jaemin moved around too much from that, moaning filthily. Renjun felt he really should get hard, but that he didn’t proved how much of a number Jeno had worked on him.
The angle from under Jaemin was a bit unusual, but it was incredibly hot to see Jaemin slowly lose himself as Jeno pounded into him, one hand under him to work on his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, Jeno, there, good.”
Renjun considered rolling away when Jaemin got to his breaking point, his and Jeno’s moans and gasps mixing in the room, but then the fresh sheets would be ruined again. He’d sacrifice himself and Jaemin’s pyjamas.
He felt a little bit in love with Jaemin’s face when he orgasmed, but that was another issue entirely.
Jaemin just dropped himself onto Renjun when Jeno had pulled out.
“Urgh.”
“Injunie. Are you sure you’re fine? I can suck your dick if you want. Oh, no, you’re actually not hard? Even though Jeno and I were so hot?”
Renjun pushed Jaemin off.
“My body has limitations.”
“Let me see,” Jaemin tugged on the waistband of his bottoms. They would have to go anyway because there were stains of cum on them.
Renjun sighed and let Jaemin strip him while Jeno was already cleaned up and re-dressed and flopped down next to him.
“Shit, Jeno, the poor thing, how many did you do?” Jaemin gasped.
“Mm. 40 or something.”
Jaemin made a choking noise and Renjun felt weirdly accomplished to get such a reaction from an actual porn star.
“Next time, let me watch, please. I will invite both of you to a date and we can do it after that, it’ll be great!”
Renjun nodded and snuggled against Jeno.
This wasn’t what he had expected to happen tonight, but it was quite nice.
Now he had to figure out how to re-set his moral compass to make room for two boyfriends with illegal jobs. He’d have to think about how to explain this to Kunhang.
“No, I am actually not following.”
They were in the break room of the café they both worked at – the place where Renjun had met Kunhang.
“It’s called polyamory.”
“No, that is the only part that I understand as a part of the alphabet mafia.”
Right, mafia, funny Kunhang would mention that, but Renjun realised he couldn’t go around and share Jeno’s secret.
“Wow, so let me get this straight. Or queer. This is very queer. You went out this one time when I had to more or less force you and then disappeared with the flower boy, Jaemin, to hook up. And then you two had a relationship going on without clearing up the labels and all, and then you found out he works as a cam boy and didn’t tell you, which, okay, I would be pissed, too, I didn’t want to speak to Dejun for a whole week when I found out he works for Jeon corporations and didn’t tell me.”
Renjun nodded. Jeon corporations were Capitalist bastards, he wouldn’t be sleeping with someone working for them either, but he had a little more empathy for Kunhang choosing to do so after becoming a certified hypocrite himself now.
“So what you do to heal your heartbreak is go to party without me forcing you and then you hook up with another guy, who goes to our uni and is apparently very cute and all, so you develop a crush on him and then it turns out that his boyfriend is your initial flower boy. So you sit down, have a mature talk, and now you will be going on a date as three on Thursday?”
“Sounds about right.”
“Aw, that’s adorable!” Kunhang squealed.
The door was slammed open and their shift leader glared down at them.
“Break is up!”
Renjun rolled his eyes and pushed off the wall he had been leaning against.
His legs were hurting from having been on his feet all afternoon, but they did not hurt more than his ass.
He met Jeno during lunch on Wednesday when he was able to sit again. Jaemin joined them by phone.
He was in touch with them through both their private and the newly founded group chat, so the few days just flew by.
On Thursday, his body had recovered from Monday and Renjun, dare he say it, was excited about the date. He was even skipping classes to make it!
Jaemin had suggested going to the theatre to see Batman during that Wednesday lunch break.
It had been visible how hard Jeno had clenched his teeth and Renjun had absolutely loved it. So, of course, they were going to see it because it was 2 against 1 and this was a democracy.
Renjun didn’t have many clothes without comic prints, but he guessed Jaemin had picked him up in a Superman hoodie, so he didn’t have to pretend just because this was a new situation and a new first date, strictly speaking.
Batman hoodie it was.
Jaemin was waiting in front of the entrance already when Renjun arrived, hair freshly dyed bright pink, but looking very normal otherwise. As normal as one could look with a face this disproportionally attractive.
“Injunie!” He waved as if there was any risk of overseeing him.
Renjun didn’t want any extra attention on him, so he hurried to stop Jaemin from causing a ruckus.
“Will you stop that?” Renjun gasped, taking Jaemin’s arm in lieu of a normal greeting.
“I was just excited to see you,” Jaemin grinned widely.
“Well, yes, it is nice to see you. Hi.”
It was unfortunate they couldn’t kiss, but a quick hug would suffice for now.
“Where’s Jeno?” Jaemin asked after pulling away, checking if maybe Jeno had hidden his adonis body behind Renjun’s narrow shoulders.
“I could be asking you, doesn’t he more or less live at your place?”
“Well, yes, but he was at uni, which is where you are.”
“He had to leave for business before lunch.”
“Maybe it was just an excuse so he wouldn’t have to see Robert Pattinson in his hottest role yet,” Jaemin mused, making Renjun snort out a laugh.
“He did not take well to that suggestion, but the film is great, so I’ll happily watch it again and maybe he can finally open his eyes to the brilliance that is Batman.”
“Well, I just care about Edward, so I think we can all take something away from this,” Jaemin chirped because of course he would be Team Edward.
Before Renjun could start a fanwar in real life, Jaemin gasped and started waving again.
“Jeno!”
Oh god, people were already looking. Renjun tried to stop his boyfriend from being a public embarrassment but to no avail.
They had good seats and Renjun felt very flattered to find himself in the middle one. Jeno had bought snacks, lots of them, saying he had missed lunch because of the police. That was a sentence it would take a lot more of getting used to.
As expected, the film was excellent even when seeing it for the second time.
Also not unexpectedly, Jaemin used the first 30 minutes to snuggle up to Renjun, not stopped by the armrest between them.
Renjun refused his advances when he tried to introduce kissing because he had a plot to follow here. He could only imagine how watching a movie at home would go – they might not even make it through the first 30 minutes.
“So, how did you like it?” Renjun asked when the credits were rolling.
“Not enough nudeness,” Jaemin chirped as if that was a normal answer.
“I mean, it wasn’t terrible, but they could up the brightness a bit so you can actually see what is going on,” Jeno shrugged, but Renjun was sure he had enjoyed it if this was the only complaint.
“Marvel is guilty of the same thing, though, actually, fair point, but it’s a general issue with the style these days.”
Jaemin was breathing against his neck now and Renjun tried to push him away but he was no match to Jaemin in strength, so he remained where he was. He felt goosebumps as a reaction to Jaemin.
“Jaemin, the lights will turn back on any time,” Renjun hissed when Jaemin started to kiss his neck.
“So?”
Yeah, so, Renjun had let Jaemin fuck him in that shower, why was he being a prude now? It felt nice.
“So, this is public. Stop it and let’s get out of here,” Jeno ordered, apparently the voice of reason Renjun had lost momentarily.
Jaemin pulled away slowly and Renjun almost wanted to continue just to see what Jeno would do.
He was right, though, and they collected their belongings, following the other people who didn’t care to stay for post-credit anything.
Renjun had already seen it to the very end, it wasn’t a priority right now. You couldn’t even call that a scene, no need to stay.
It was, of course, his dick making this decision, but he was willing to listen to it.
Jaemin’s place was much too far from here, Jeno had a roommate, and Renjun’s dorm was so tiny, they probably wouldn’t even fit in there, much less have any pleasurable sex.
Fortunately, love hotels existed everywhere.
Jeno and Jaemin got into a small fight over who got to pay, which Jeno won. Renjun had considered joining it out of politeness, but really, he was neither running a successful porn account nor was he running a drug ring, so he didn’t feel too bad letting the other two pick up the bill.
He was busy panicking a little because while he was very much turned on and all, the reality was that he had never had a threesome – how many people even had?
“We’ll take really good care of you,” Jaemin chirped, pushing his hands under Renjun’s shirt when they were still in the elevator. He probably knew Renjun would be insecure. His words helped and Renjun kissed him back when Jaemin leaned down.
It took his mind off things.
The room was nice, with a huge bed that’d easily fit three people. Arguably, this would be the most important aspect.
Jeno pulled the curtains shut, leaving the room in a dim light, and Jaemin made a beeline for the bed, dragging Renjun with him.
“Stop hogging him,” Jeno complained, following them onto the sheets.
Renjun’s head was already spinning a little, but he felt a bit like the price to be won and that gave him a massive ego boost. Who wouldn’t want to be desired by two extremely hot men?
Not wanting to participate in the unfair distribution of resources, aka kisses, Renjun freed himself from Jaemin to turn to Jeno, who seemed very pleased by that.
Somewhere in the back of his head, Renjun noticed that approval gave him a different kind of kick, a type that had gotten unlocked by spanking.
Renjun felt Jaemin stroke up his back, weaving his fingers into his hair.
His body tightened as memories flooded him.
Shit, he had thought just having a threesome would be very wild, but now he realised he really wanted his hair pulled, too.
Jaemin had promised they’d take care of him and Renjun was not doubting them, brain already too scrambled from being turned on. A recurring issue.
“Do you want it to hurt a little, Renjun?” Jaemin whispered and Renjun pulled away from kissing Jeno. He looked up at him with dark eyes, the promises echoing in Renjun’s head. It was safe to say yes, they both wanted it as well, it wasn’t weird.
“Yeah,” Renjun breathed, internally preparing for the pain, but it didn’t come.
“Then how about you work for that a bit?” Jeno purred.
“Okay!” Renjun was so eager already, it was a bit humiliating.
He let Jaemin strip off his shirt and push him to kneel in front of the bed.
He wasn’t exactly good at sucking dick, but he opened his mouth immediately when Jaemin grabbed his jaw.
“Good boy,” he teased, rubbing this thumb over his lower lip. Jeno was the one rolling on the condom for him, which looked much hotter than it maybe should. Renjun loved the piercing in the tip more than he would admit, wondering how it would feel in his mouth – or in other places.
Jaemin’s hand went to the back of Renjun’s head, holding it in place.
“Deep breath, Injunnie, use your tongue as I taught you. Hold my leg so you can tap it.”
Right. Tap if it would be too much, Jaemin and he had talked about it, but the reminder was appreciated. Renjun breathed in and cushioned his lower teeth with his tongue.
Jaemin pushed his cock into his mouth, just as far as Renjun could take. He eagerly closed his lips around him, trying to lick and suck as much as he could. The metal was hard, a contract even through the layer of latex. Renjun was obsessed with feeling it, trying to play with it using his tongue.
He felt a tug on his hair when Jaemin closed his fingers into a fist and then he started to pull, pulling Renjun off his cock, then pushing him back onto it.
It stung and Renjun gagged, but Jaemin just repeated the motion.
“Mm, that feels so good, Injunnie, such a good student, aren’t you?” Jaemin purred and Renjun tried to blink up at him, vision a bit blurry from tears. Jaemin stared down at him, lip between his teeth.
Then, Jaemin pulled him off and Renjun whined in protest. He hadn’t come, he didn’t want to stop now!
Before he could voice this objection, Jaemin was already switching places with Jeno, who didn’t bother standing but sat down on the edge of the bed, legs spread so Renjun could crawl between them.
Renjun didn’t, though. He looked up at Jeno, waiting, teasing.
Jeno didn’t hesitate to pull Renjun closer by his hair and Renjun couldn’t hold a hiss of pain.
“Don’t test me too much, Injunnie,” Jeno purred with a smile that was anything but nice. Renjun licked his lips. He felt a bit sorry, but not sorry enough.
Jeno closed his hand in his hair harder, tugging on the hair without even moving his arm. Renjun tried to endure it, but it was too painful, forcing more tears into his eyes.
“Sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Mm, thought so. Get to it,” Jeno ordered, letting go of Renjun.
Renjun was eager to make Jeno feel good, utilise the few skills he had as much as possible.
He closed his hands around the base of Jeno’s dick, closing his lips around the tip. He licked around it, pressing down on the slit, then sunk down as good as he could. He sucked as he rose back up, pressing his tongue against the underside.
Jeno sounded like it was good and Renjun eagerly repeated it. He felt his saliva run down when it touched his fingers and started to use his hands on the length that he couldn’t fit.
Again, he was stopped before he could reach his goal of making Jeno come.
“Enough, you did well, Injunnie.”
Renjun pulled away. He must look a mess, but Jeno pulled him up to kiss, so it couldn’t be too bad.
He felt like he was in paradise when Jaemin interrupted them to kiss Renjun next, then turned to Jeno, letting Renjun watch them kiss filthily from where he was in Jeno’s lap.
“How should we do it?” Jeno asked when they parted.
Right, there were some logistics to consider here. Renjun felt his stomach clench when he remembered last night. He had just done some research, tried to judge where the limits of his body were.
Should he really suggest what was on his mind?
He would regret that, he already knew he wouldn’t be able to sit – again.
There were other options and Jaemin had promised they’d take care of him.
It was just that Renjun really wanted to be selfish and have both his boyfriends fuck him.
“Mm, Injunie has something on his mind,” Jaemin had apparently read it, smirking.
Renjun swallowed. He could always say stop if he couldn’t handle it, but he knew it was possible.
“Can you both fuck me? At the same time, I mean.”
Jeno made an unholy sound and Renjun felt his hands on his hips, squeezing.
“Oh, we sure can,” Jaemin purred, stroking a finger over Renjun’s jaw, but then turned to kiss Jeno rather than him.
Hot!
“Right?” Jaemin whispered against Jeno’s lips.
“Yes,” Jeno returned.
So, this was going to happen.
Jeno scooted backwards, dragging Renjun along until he was against the headboard.
Jaemin sat down behind Renjun, kissing his nape and making him shiver.
“You can say stop whenever you want,” Jeno clarified and Renjun nodded.
The cap of lube snapped open and Renjun stabilised himself on Jeno’s broad shoulders. This position was amazing, Jeno and Jaemin could both reach under him easily and Renjun was already incapable of thinking just feeling them both massage his rim, slicking it up with lube.
“Someone practised,” Jeno whispered before pushing two fingers into Renjun.
“Had to know if I can suggest this,” Renjun gasped, feeling Jaemin push in a finger as well. Three was a lot to start off, but he was, indeed, still quite loose and able to accommodate them.
“That’s so hot, did you think about us?” Jaemin asked.
“Y-yeah,” Renjun squeezed his eyes close when they both started to move, Jaemin pushing in deeper, crooking his finger, Jeno moving out, fingers turned in the other direction.
He would absolutely come untouched from this, just a little longer and he’d be done for. It felt incredibly good and it was clear that the two had done this before, they were in synch, working perfectly together.
Jaemin added another finger, and then Jeno did as well and then Jaemin did again and Renjun’s fingers were digging into the muscle of Jeno’s shoulders while Jaemin kept littering soft kisses to his nape, down his spine, and back up.
He knew he could come if he let go for just a split-second, but he didn’t want to, he wanted to keep feeling this good, didn’t want it to ever stop.
Jeno pushing in a fourth made Renjun gasp, feeling the stretch bordering on too much. He knew he’d get used to it, it just took longer the more it became.
“You’re doing so well,” Jeno purred. “Just a little more, I think you can actually do this.”
Renjun nodded and looked up at Jeno, grateful.
Jeno leaned down to kiss him, taking his mind off things.
When they parted, Renjun had gotten used to the feeling and his eyes fell back shut.
Jaemin used a fourth finger as well and Renjun felt a stray tear run down his cheek, but he didn’t want to stop, not at all. He loved the pain and the complete loss of control he felt, just clinging on.
He had lost his sense of time. He knew Jeno and Jaemin had touched themselves and each other occasionally, it must have taken them a while to get him here. Really, he was not moving a finger, was he? Well, he had sucked them both off, he wasn’t just being spoilt – though that had been very fun as well.
“Can you turn around, Injunnie? I want to be able to kiss you, too, after Jeno got you.”
Renjun shivered when they both pulled out and he forgot he had been asked something until Jeno nudged him, prompting him to move to turn. His legs were very useless already, the muscles shaky and not wanting to do what he wanted.
Jaemin smiled at him, pushing the hair from his face affectionately.
“Pretty.”
Renjun just started back to Jaemin, brain not providing a single useful word to say. He did look hot, though. He had to read Renjun’s mind if he wanted to be told that.
Jaemin grinned, then leaned past Renjun, kissing Jeno and whispering a few words with him.
Jeno’s arms crossed around Renjun and he scooted forward, Jaemin getting on his own legs and moving with them while Renjun was, again, being manoeuvred by Jeno.
He had no opposition to this whatsoever. He loved being manhandled.
“Who do you want first?” Jeno whispered into his ear and Renjun whined because now he had to think, how dare he ask him anything?
Jaemin was the most mobile of them all, considering that Jeno had to deal with Renjun and Renjun was not going to do anything, so…
“You!”
“Mm, good. Jaeminnie, would you?”
Renjun blinked up at Jaemin, who smirked down at them.
He bit down on the wrapper of a condom, ripping it open and Renjun wasn’t sure if he was even blinking, too intrigued by the sight.
Jaemin reached down, rolling it over Jeno’s length before grabbing another to get himself ready as well. Jeno grabbed Renjun’s hips, pushing him down until he could line up. Renjun moaned unabashedly, helping to sink himself down on Jeno’s length. It was amazing, filling him just right, and Jeno rolled his hips a bit, pushing in and out as much as he could with Renjun lying on top of him.
“Jeno, so good,” he heard himself moan, hands flying down to hold into the sheets below them.
Renjun wanted more, wanted to sit up and ride Jeno to get the friction he was missing, but he never got the chance to follow up on that. Jaemin pushed his legs up, helping Renjun to wrap them around his waist so he could get positioned.
Jaemin had more lube on his fingers and tested Renjun’s rim with them, but it was loose enough, letting him push them in without trouble.
It was indescribable and Renjun heard himself cry out when Jaemin started moving them, pushing against his walls. He felt Jeno grab his wrists, helping him to ground himself, and kiss where he could reach like this, behind his ear, the side of his neck. It helped until he started to roll his hips, shallowly fucking him.
Renjun tried to articulate himself, but just broken words would come out between moans.
“Jaemin,” Renjun gasped when he had four fingers in him, thrusting them mercilessly. He was so close to coming again, but he wanted more. They were so close, yet Jaemin kept teasing him.
“What do you want, Injunnie?”
“P-please.”
“Mm?”
Jaemin slowed down until his fingers were still and Jeno stopped fucking him, letting Renjun’s mind clear just enough. God, was he really that desperate that he would beg?
“What is it, Injunnie? What do you want?” Jeno rasped right into his ear.
Yes, he was.
“Please, Jaemin, fuck me, please, Jeno, please. I will lose my mind if you don’t, I want to feel you. Please!”
“Good boy,” Jeno purred and Renjun whimpered.
Jaemin pulled his fingers out at last and Renjun felt his cock nudge against where he was already on Jeno’s.
“Relax, Injunnie, or it will hurt more.”
Renjun nodded, or at least he attempted to, and then Jaemin finally, finally, pushed into him.
It was impossible to remain relaxed and calm. It felt like too much and like just what he needed, it hurt and felt good, like he was split open but in the right way.
“Injunnie, you need to relax or I’m not getting anywhere.”
Renjun keened, trying to do what he was asked to. Yes, he wanted to feel Jaemin just as deeply as Jeno, so he forced himself to open his legs, which had been pressing into Jaemin’s sides.
“There you go, you’re doing so well,” Jeno whispered, but his voice sounded strained from holding back and his cock getting squeezed in all the right ways.
Jaemin added some more lube and then started to buck his hips up, pushing in deeper until he was in all the way, forcing Renjun open in ways he had never been.
“Fuck, this is tight,” Jaemin groaned.
Renjun couldn’t reply, mouth agape and just small moans coming out. It hurt, but he felt like he was in heaven, having both his boyfriends’ cocks inside of him.
“How do you feel, Injunnie?” Jeno asked, the grip he had on his wrist loosening.
“Good,” Renjun slurred the word, but it was comprehensible.
“Think we can move or do you want to stop?” Jaemin asked.
“No!” He gasped. No stopping!
“No to what?”
“M-move! Fuck me! Please,” Renjun all but sobbed at the last word.
It was like he was pressing the play button because his begging had made both Jeno and Jaemin snap, both bucking up into him before pulling out to thrust back inside.
Jeno held him down by his hips because Renjun had no strength to.
It felt good, but Renjun knew he wouldn’t be able to come like this and when Jeno grunted that he was close, he was relieved to know it would be over, too. The pressure, the friction, it was all amazing, but the pain only got worse and worse until Jeno bucked up a final time and came with a guttural groan while Jaemin kept fucking him, his dick rubbing against Jeno to stretch the orgasm out until he pulled out.
Having just Jaemin was a lot less overwhelming and painful and Renjun managed to get a bit of a hold on himself.
Jaemin’s moans were beautiful and Renjun was happy to be the reason for it, trying to roll his hips up in time to meet him.
Suddenly, Jeno’s hand was on his dick and Renjun gasped, bucking up into it. He was sensitive and he realised how painfully much he wanted to come.
“Close,” Jaemin gritted out, picking the pace up a bit more, so Renjun couldn’t match it anymore and just let Jaemin fuck him how he wanted to again.
When he came, Renjun wanted to come as well, but he was too far away from it, the overstimulation of the double penetration having pushed his orgasm too far away.
Jaemin pulled out and a second later, Renjun felt his fingers inside again, crooking just right, moving in time with Jeno jacking him off.
It didn’t take much longer until Renjun finally came as well, voice hoarse and his entire body shaking.
Jaemin sighed deeply and flopped onto the bed while Jeno helped Renjun roll off his body and onto the mattress.
“That was absolutely insane, Injunnie,” Jaemin whispered, pushing his hair out of Renjun’s face.
Renjun nodded, words not having come back to him yet. Jeno was gently stroking over his arm, kissing his shoulders.
“You’re talented, I didn’t think it would actually happen,” Jeno chuckled.
“Mm. It was good. Thank you.” Renjun muttered. His eyelids were heavy and he was exhausted, but he was also becoming very aware of just how much lube they had used for this adventure and there was cum on him as well.
“Of course, you’re welcome,” Jaemin purred, kissing him softly.
“More than,” Jeno agreed and let Jaemin kiss him as well.
“So, I think we need to shower,” Renjun suggested after a few minutes of cuddling in silence.
“Yeah, unavoidable,” Jeno sighed.
“But we’ll go home and continue cuddling on the sofa after this, right?” Jaemin asked. “And maybe get some ramen from the convenience store on the way there, I’m hungry.”
“Sounds good.”