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They knew he'd been waiting for them at home, knew he'd be desperate when they finally came back, knew just how to let him please them.
That's all he wanted, to please them, make it good for them, be good for them.
Now Seonghwa was hovering above him, ethereal in the low light of the bedside lamp and Yunho was laying next to him, whispering sweet, dirty filth into his ear and he whined. A high-pitched sound that part of him wanted to be foreign, wanted to be surprising, but he knew it wasn't.
"Such a pretty noise, pet." Yunho muttered, his breath hot and his lips wet where they hit the shell of his ear. "So good for us today, waited so patiently all day while we were at work and now you're being so loud and good for Seonghwa." The man in question keened as he sank down deeper onto Mingi's cock. His thighs bracketing his sides, knees pressed almost painfully into Mingi's ribs until he thought they might break (he'd let him, let his Seonghwa do anything to him).
"Seong-" He didn't get further, interrupted by a noise caught somewhere between gasp and moan as Seonghwa leaned back, head thrown into his neck, exposing the long line of his throat while his hands, nails sharp and manicured, were digging into the muscle of his thigh for balance.
"See how good you're being?" Yunho continued, his voice rough, the fingers of one of his hands tracing featherlight patterns across his torso. "Open your eyes, pup, come on, we trained you better than that." Mingi hadn't even realised his eyes had fallen closed, but he opened them immediately anyway. They had trained him better than that, liked when he watched them, loved his gaze on their skin (and he loved how pink it grew whenever he did).
"Such a good pet." Yunho praised just as Seonghwa picked up speed fucking himself on Mingi's cock, making Mingi groan, mouth fallen open, panting for air. He didn't feel the tear escaping his eye, too caught up in the movement of Seonghwa's body.
"Hm, Seonghwa, jagiya, stop," Yunho asked, tone saccharine and innocent, in stark contrast to what he was drawing attention to. His hand, the one that had been fuelling heat in the pits of Mingi's stomach with its idle tracing, had come to rest on Seonghwa's stomach. "Look, Mingi-yah. I can feel you, can you see it?" Mingi didn't react, just left his mouth hanging wide open, sure he must be salivating, eyes glued on Seonghwa's stomach.
Another whine ripped free of his throat so violently at the sight. Framed by Yunho's big hands, there was a visible bulge in Seonghwa's lower abdomen. His cock.
A smirk on his face, skin shiny as the light reflected on the thin sheen of sweat covering it, Seonghwa rolled his hips, grinding down onto Mingi's hips where he could feel and hear the slick of lube squelch where they were connected. He keened at the sight of the bulge expanding the skin just under his belly button move.
Yunho shifted his hand, fingers tracing it and Mingi jumped. He could feel the touch faintly against the head of his cock.
He wanted to cry, maybe he was crying, he couldn't tell.
His hips twitched up on instinct, seeking more, wanting more. Especially when Seonghwa moaned, loud and drawn out, music to Mingi's ears.
"Fuck him harder, pet." Yunho ordered and Mingi's hips moved on their own accord. Thighs straining, muscles already tired but he couldn't disobey, didn't want to, wanted Seonghwa to feel good, wanted him to come, wanted Yunho to be proud of him, wanted to be good for them both. "Make him come."
Yunho's hand wrapped around Seonghwa's hard, leaking cock; Mingi kept fucking up into him; Seonghwa cried out both their names.
He was transfixed, eyes unwaveringly watching the shape of his own cock head press against Seonghwa's smooth skin, bulge gently where a thin trail of hair led from belly button to crotch. Seonghwa was reduced to a litany of noise, soft gasps, loud keens, calls of their names - all of it spurring Mingi on, making him that much harder, pushing him that much closer to the edge.
His vision was fuzzy, his hearing bleary. The only things in focus Seonghwa's bulged stomach, the curve of Yunho's fingers around his cock, Yunho's voice in his ear and Seonghwa's breath in the air.
Until Seonghwa curled forwards, hands making a desperate grab for Mingi's chest, nails scraping his nipples, his collarbones as Seonghwa dug them into skin and flesh for some kind of purchase. Mingi kept fucking into him, pushing him further and further, into Yunho's hand, onto his own body, towards the edge of the cliff.
"Mingi-yah," Seonghwa breathed, voice croaky and almost inaudible before his whole body locked up, mouth wide open and painting saliva onto Mingi's skin where his body was still in movement with the force of his thrusts. He fucked him through it, felt Seonghwa's hole clench around him, and release and clench again as Mingi kept going.
"Good pet," Yunho cooed, the praise going straight to his head, vocalized in a keening sound that left him unbidden. Seonghwa remained limp on top of him, hands loose on his chest, mouth still open, tongue hot and wet against the hollow of his throat before he gained enough sense to close it and nuzzle into Mingi's throat instead.
"Jagiya," Yunho spoke softly to Seonghwa, non-sticky hand pushing back the hair from his forehead. "How did he do? Is he allowed?" Mingi whined pathetically, his hips faltering in his rhythm. He was so close, so close - watching and feeling Seonghwa come a more powerful aphrodisiac than anything else. He kept pushing into the wet heat of him, kept fucking him, kept feeling Seonghwa mouth and kiss at his throat; the building arousal in his body almost unbearable.
Seonghwa hummed. "Yeah, puppy did so good today, made me see stars." A giggle, just this side of manic, airy and far away, laced with a lazy sort of pleasure, an afterglow.
"You heard him, pet." Yunho's mouth was on Mingi's before he could think, the words spoken into him, becoming the breath filling his lungs. "Come."
His orgasm ripped through him violently, threatened to tear him apart right with it. Seonghwa bit into the tendon of his neck just as he was filling him up, making him buck up once more before freezing, locking up. The pleasure too much, all encompassing. A tidal wave puling him under, making the world go soft and quiet and warm.
He could feel hands on him, mouths pressing kisses into his skin, the puffs of breath of words being painted into his flesh.
He came to slowly, still vibrating in the aftermath.
"Mingi-yah, love, are you with us?" Yunho. Velvet smooth voice in his ear, soft lips against his skin, long, thin fingers gently massaging his shoulders.
When he opened his eyes, his arms were wrapped around Seonghwa who was still curled up on his chest. Turning his head, Yunho's big, dark eyes were shiny with affection as they looked at him and Mingi smiled, chin lifting to bump their noses.
"Perfect," Seonghwa whispered, breath tickling Mingi's throat.
"Our perfect pet." Yunho echoed and pressed a kiss to Mingi's pouty lips, tongue tracing the seam, warm and wet, until Mingi relented, lips parting, letting Yunho take, take, take.
He preened under the praise, the attention.
Whatever he could give them, he would.