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The mindless drone of a news program playing on the tv fades into the background. The angle of the sun along the wall suggests that it’s late evening. The sun just about to disappear behind the glittering skyscrapers and the horizon beyond.
Yoongi isn’t really sure how Jimin got to be in his lap, mouthing at his neck while he stares at Hoseok who is seated on the couch across from theirs. But they’re here now and he’s not complaining. Hoseok is watching with steadily darkening eyes from across the way, his cock hardening in his sweats.
Yoongi grunts as Jimin grinds down against him, his jean-clad ass providing a sinful amount of friction. “Fuck, Jimin-ah. What do you want?” His voice comes out strangled as his hips jerk into a steady rhythm, grinding against his dongsaeng.
Jimin just giggles, leaning down to whisper in his hyung’s ear as they both turn their attention to Hoseok. Yoongi smirks, nodding along to Jimin’s plan. Hoseok seems none the wiser, silently eyeing the pair with interest. Jimin noses along Yoongi’s cheek, dragging his eyes across Hoseok’s prone figure. His right-hand reaches up to cup his hyung’s jaw, turning his mouth towards him, capturing his attention.
His lips brushed against Yoongi’s in a chaste kiss. Yoongi leaned forward to nip at his lip, tugging gently. Jimin’s breath hitched as he slid his fingers through the man’s distractingly bright hair. Yoongi sighed at the feeling, capturing the pink-haired man’s lips with his own. Their tongues met as their mouths opened.
Hoseok groans at the slick sounds that he can just hear. His cock throbs inside his sweats, he’s tempted to palm himself. He licks his lips, wetting his mouth, “What are you planning Jiminie, hm?”
Jimin eases away from Yoongi’s mouth lazily, smacking his kiss swollen lips. “Nothing you won’t like, Hobi-hyung,” His expression is full of mischief, the corner of his mouth rising ever so slightly.
Yoongi pats Jimin’s thighs who shuffles backward, moving off of his lap. “Hoseok-ah, let us take care of you.” He crosses the short distance between them, shoving the coffee table out of the way. He drops to his knees in front Hoseok.
Jimin joins him seconds later, dropping to his knees at Hoseok’s right.
Hoseok’s eyes widen briefly as he takes in the two men. “Sure, hyung.” He agrees without hesitation, leaning back into the sofa, his hands sitting loosely on top of his spread thighs.
Jimin bites his lip as he eyes the distinct bulge in the man’s sweatpants. “Hyung, take your shirt off.” Hoseok grabs the collar, tugging the shirt over his head. He tosses it carelessly behind the couch.
Yoongi watches silently as Jimin leans forward, peppering Hoseok’s chest with wet kisses. He curls his fingers into the man’s hair, tugging softly at the strands. Jimin moans at the teasing pressure.
“Get to the good stuff, Minie.” Jimin places a final open-mouthed kiss on Hoseok’s stomach, shuffling back to take in the man’s arousal. Hoseok nearly squirms under Jimin’s heated gaze, wetting his lips with his tongue. “You’re so pushy, hyung,” Jimin grumbles to himself pouting slightly.
Jimin’s fingers tug at the waistband of the sweats while Hoseok reclines back into the couch, lifting his butt to help the process of tugging them off. His briefs follow behind quickly with Jimin’s insistent hands.
“Isn’t Hoseok pretty, Minie?” Yoongi drawls as he presses himself closer between Hoseok’s spread legs as he appreciates the dancer’s hard-earned physique. The man’s body is flushed, his golden skin glowing and dewy. His cock rests against his abdomen, hard and leaking pre-come just below his navel. His balls are swollen and heavy, neatly framing his cock.
“Hobi-hyung is very pretty Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin giggles, smiling. Hoseok’s cock twitches in sensitivity, seemingly aware of the stares of both men. He catches his lip between his teeth, worrying it.
“Not quite as pretty as you, Kitten,” Hoseok’s voice seems deeper than before as he addresses Yoongi. Jimin shivers, whining for attention. “Of course you’re pretty too baby,” he gives Jimin a once over, taking in the debauched state of his mouth.
Yoongi’s left-hand wraps loosely around Hoseok’s shaft, his fingertips ghosting across the hot flesh. His right grips Jimin’s jaw, holding his face in place as he licks into his mouth. Hoseok watches with wide eyes, blooding roaring through his ears. His skin feels tight and hot as his body flares with heat.
Jimin moans into Yoongi’s slick mouth, sliding his unoccupied hands into his hair. His fingers pulling at the neon blue stands with more force than strictly necessary. Hoseok groans at the display, his cock throbs lazily dribbling precome from the head. He raises an arm to cover his eyes as he takes a moment to breathe.
Yoongi pulls back from the sloppy kiss first, his eyes darting up to watch Hoseok. Jimin whines his displeasure, thick lips slick with spit. His eyes are dark and wet, pupils blown. The definition of ravished. “Hyung…why’d you stop?”
“Because you’ll get carried away and forget the mission,” Yoongi states matter-of-factly.
The pink-haired man pouts before leaning forward, turning his attention back to the sun-kissed man at their mercy. He peppers kisses along his abdomen, his fingers trailing down his sides, feeling his muscles contract beneath the skin.
“It’s not fun if you don’t watch Hobi-hyung,” Jimin teases. He dips his tongue into the man’s navel, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin surrounding it. He makes his way across to the man’s hip where he sucks at the taunt skin. It’ll bruise so pretty, darkening the honey skin, Jimin thinks.
Yoongi grins and laughs, his hand loosely pumping at the man’s shaft. His thumb swipes across the head, smearing pre-come across the crown. Hoseok can only groan in response, concentrating on not thrusting up into Yoongi’s hand.
“Fuck, that’s good Kitten,” he mumbles as his eyes close, head tilting back.
Jimin leans forward, suckling at the head, his fingers rolling and kneading at the man’s sack. Yoongi’s grip tightens around the man’s shaft. “Don’t be a bitch, Jimin. Do it properly.” His voice bites into the cacophony of the tv, the slick sounds of Jimin’s mouth and Hoseok’s bitten moans.
Jimin huffs indignantly, eyeing the blue-haired man before he sighs, eyes-rolling. He releases the head. “I’ll let you have a go, hyung, since you seem so eager.”
Yoongi smirks, his eyes sparkling in amusement. “Then move, Minie.” He presses closer in between Hoseok’s spread legs, nudging Jimin to the side slightly. Jimin replaces his hand at the base of the man’s cock, giving a firm squeeze. He watches as precum beads at the head again while Hoseok’s teeth sink into his lower lip.
Yoongi wastes no time teasing, licking a fat, wet stripe up the shaft. He sucks the head into his mouth, widening his jaw to greedily take more of his length into his mouth. Jimin moves his hand out of the way, pressing his fingertips to the base, allowing Yoongi to swallow more of the man’s cock.
Hoseok groans, his finger sliding into the man’s blue hair. “Fuck,” he bites out between his teeth, hissing. His nails graze Yoongi’s scalp gently, coaxing him down further. The brunette’s mouth drops open, heavy, wet pants filling the air as he gazes down at Yoongi.
He can see Jimin leering from his spot to Yoongi’s right. His fingers flex, tightening and relaxing his grip on Yoongi’s hair. “Kitten, you look so pretty sucking my cock…” His free hand slides down, fingers tracing the lips stretched around his cock.
Yoongi pulls back, releasing his cock with an obnoxious pop. He lets Hoseok’s wet dick fall from his mouth. His lips are red and slick from the abuse. “Jimin-ah, want a taste?”
Jimin whimpers, leaning forward to lick into his hyung’s mouth. Yoongi allows it, meeting him halfway as they share a sloppy kiss over the man’s cock. When they pull apart, Jimin’s normally full mouth looks positively sinful now, puffy and wet. “Yes, hyung.”
Jimin shuffles closer, meeting Hoseok’s eyes as he grips the shaft again, pumping him slowly. He thumbs over the head, spitting onto his fist to ease the slide. He maintains eye contact, laving his tongue over the head.
Yoongi brushes his lips across Jimin’s cheek, his eyes also focused on Hoseok. He gently pushes Jimin’s hair back from his forehead as he watches him trace a vein with his tongue.
“Suck his cock Minie, don’t play with it.” Yoongi’s voice is gruff and low in his ear, Jimin shivers, arousal racing down his spine to pool at his core. He briefly imagines that he could get off on his hyung’s voice alone, husky and deep in his ear. The thought causes him to sink his teeth into his lip, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He saves that thought for later.
“Yes, hyung,” he obeys without hesitation, closing his mouth around the head and sliding down until he meets his fingers at the base. He gags, pulling back as his eyes water, tears threatening to spill over.
Yoongi and Hoseok groan in unison. Hoseok sinks his fingers into Jimin’s pink hair. His skin from his cheeks to his chest is flushed, pupils blown wide. “Hobi-ah, isn’t it just the best when he chokes? Such a greedy cockslut.”
Hoseok mumbles his agreement, his hand fisting the hair at Jimin’s nape as Jimin continues to blow him. Jimin pulls back again with an obscene slurp to catch his breath. He mouths at the shaft, pumping him slowly.
Yoongi noses in beside him, pressing a kiss to the slick skin.
Hoseok swears he’s about to blow, heat searing through his core. A hand is fondling his balls and two mouths are sucking at his cock, warm and wet. He lifts his head and opens his eyes, peering down as the blue-haired man sucks his cock down again. The suction is just perfect.
Hoseok gently fucks up into Yoongi’s mouth, his hips rising from the couch to gently roll forward. Yoongi relaxes his jaw, allowing the man to properly fuck his mouth.
“Your mouth is perfect, Kitten,” Yoongi hums at the pet name, closing his eyes as he concentrates.
Jimin retreats, plastering himself to his hyung’s back. He presses wet kisses into his neck, smiling up at Hoseok from behind Yoongi. “Are you gonna come daddy?” His tongue slides across the multiple piercings in Yoongi’s ear, his teeth following the marked path to just tug.
Hoseok’s dark eyes glisten from under his sweat-damp hair as he groans his answer. His fist tightens around a chunk of Yoongi’s blue hair, tugging him along with his pace. His body tenses as the pleasure builds. He manages to choke out, “Yeah baby, daddy’s gonna come…”
Jimin slides closer to Yoongi as the man pulls away just in time. Hoseok moans above their heads, eyes squeezing shut as Yoongi and Jimin fist his cock in their hands, pumping him through it. His cock pulses, come streaking Yoongi’s tongue and Jimin’s plush lips. His hips jerk as he fucks into their tight fists.
Hoseok’s pretty sure that his soul just got sucked out through his dick. He blacked out somewhere between Jimin sucking at his balls and Yoongi taking his cock into his throat with relative ease for the nth time. When he comes around, Jimin and Yoongi are lazily swapping his come between the two of them. Spit and come slick lips sliding against the other.
Jimin’s hand cups the back of Yoongi’s neck while Yoongi’s fingers frame his jaw, letting their tongues meet sloppily. Jimin crawls into Yoongi’s lap, grinding down onto his thigh needily as he whines. “Hyung…”
“What do you want, Jiminie?” Yoongi’s voice is rough from sucking Hoseok’s cock. His mouth turns up slightly at the corners as he watches Jimin.
“Wanna cum, hyung,” he whimpers against Yoongi’s lips, pressing soft kisses between every word. Yoongi just hums in acknowledgment, sliding his hands down the man’s back to squeeze his ass.
Hoseok blinks lazily, his cock giving a half-hearted twitch as he watches the scene and catches his breath. He groans under his breath at the feeling so soon after his orgasm. “Kitten, don’t tease him too much.”
Jimin agrees, pouting, “Yeah hyung, don’t tease me.”
Yoongi sighs, leaning back on his knees, his hands cupping Jimin’s waist. “Ride my thigh then.”
Jimin rocks his hips eagerly against the jean-clad thigh, sliding his arms around Yoongi’s neck. He whines and moans in his ear, fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck. Yoongi carefully rocks against the knee Jimin placed precariously close to his crotch. He groans at the contact, his hips jerking as heat licks down his spine.
It’s hot and sweaty considering they’re both still fully clothed. Yoongi tightens his hands on Jimin’s waist, fingers pressing into the skin hard. He bites his lip in an effort to muffle his own groans. Jimin is unapologetically loud in his pleasure, moans, and whimpers falling from his swollen, parted lips.
It’s mere minutes before they both come, clutching at each other, tongues licking into each other’s mouths. Yoongi swallows Jimin’s whimpers and grimaces as he thinks about the sticky, cooling mess in his briefs.
Hoseok smiles, watching the two of them slump together. “Minie,” he beckons Jimin up onto the couch and cuddles him into his side. “Wanna join, hyung?”
Yoongi opens his eyes, blinking as he contemplates moving. It’ll be warmer than the floor at least, he thinks. He gets up, sliding into the space on Hoseok’s other side, snuggling in for a quick nap.
Jimin smiles at him, his eyes curving into endearing crescents, pearly white teeth gleaming at him. He reaches for his hyung’s hand, entwining their fingers. Yoongi grumbles but grips his hand while Hoseok laughs, squeezing them closer to his warm body.
The last thing Yoongi recalls feeling is Hoseok’s pressing a kiss to his forehead and Jimin’s fingers squeezing his own.