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Joshua wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, he just knew that if he stayed in the same room as them for much longer they would drive him mad. So he simply made the excuse that he had made plans with a friend for dinner, donned his winter gear and legged it.
He knew he wouldn’t be missed. Not by Jeonghan, nor by Seungcheol.
The frost in the wind bit at the small slit of cheek that was still bared to the outside world from over his face mask and scarf, and under his hat. It really was a harsh sting, a nip that made him simply dig his hands further into his pockets, huddle his face deeper into his scarf and march on. No matter how cold it was out today, suffering the ice was far superior than going home.
Joshua trudged through the sludge in the streets, taking himself out to the shopping district in Hongdae. There were few Christmas lights and decorations to start with, in Seoul, and most of them had already been cleared away: the dullness of it all made him a little homesick. Even though California wasn’t what you would call a skiing destination, rarely hitting freezing temperatures, its inhabitants played along with the festivities just as much as anywhere else. Joshua missed the fairy lights, the angel’s dust, Christmas trees with pretty, glittery stars on the tops and how the streets were always lined with people happily wishing each other happy holidays.
When the cold got to be too much, Joshua ducked into a small café. He had to thank his lucky stars that his parents had had the sense of Korea’s winter that he didn’t: the coat they had sent the first year was a life-saver. Grey wool on the outside. Fleece lining on the inside. A fleece-lined hood and fleece-lined pockets, too. It ensured that even walking through a blizzard, Joshua’s hands would still be warm without needing gloves.
“Uh… just a cappuccino, please,” he stammered at the girl behind the counter, pulling his wallet from his inside pocket.
She was pretty, and seemed about Joshua’s age. He stared real hard. She had smooth skin and long eyelashes; long, luxurious, silky hair that seemed to curl naturally, and a happy smile on her face. But no matter how much Joshua stared, he didn’t feel the same way.
Why can’t I be normal and fall in love with a perfectly lovely young girl? he wondered to himself, handing over the money. Would that really be so difficult? Maybe I’m just wired wrong.
Joshua took his cup over to a window seat, far enough away from the door to not feel the breeze when it opened, but close to the main street so he could see people walking by. He wasn’t much of a people-watcher until Vernon introduced it to him years ago, when they first met.
Now he could happily watch strangers go by on the streets and lose himself in the bustle of the world outside while he sat with a cup of coffee, head nodding gently to the soft tune flowing through his headphones.
The issue wasn’t that he was falling in love with people of the same gender as him. Nah. He’d resigned himself to that fact long ago. Very long ago, in fact. He’d pretty much always known. Girls were a weird, foreign entity; soft and squishy and nice, he supposed, but they weren’t quite like boys. Not the same.
Being gay didn’t bother him. And really, it was easy to say that what really bothered him about the whole situation was Jeonghan, or Seungcheol, but he would be lying. Joshua knew what really irked him was himself: his inability to make decisions and follow them through. His inability to choose between one and two. His headstrong will to both have his cake and eat it too.
On one hand, there was Seungcheol. He had been a bit of an enigma at first, not quite mature and not quite childish, but he quickly grew out of the awkward phase. Seungcheol was brilliant. He was a leader: not a natural leader, not really, but maybe he was all the better for it. It didn’t come naturally to him, so he always put in extra effort to do it better. He was kind and soft with the members, but commanding and unbending with the group. He constantly encouraged, constantly lifted the others up. He didn’t take center stage for his position as a leader, and he could spend hours talking to any one of the men under his care.
Then there was Jeonghan. He’d been such a lost puppy in the beginning, thrown into a room of boys who already had established friendships, little groups of favorites. Joshua had welcomed him with open arms, and had never ever regretted it. Jeonghan was cut-throat sassy, not always knowing whether he took it too far or not. But Jeonghan was soft and accommodating, allowing anybody to use him however they needed. Jeonghan was shit with words, and great with physical messages: a ruffle of the hair from him was an entire paragraph for normal people. Jeonghan was full to the brim with love to dole out to others, and he never tired of it.
The physical difference between them both was almost hilarious: Seungcheol was built thick, in every way. He worked out for it, sure, but there was a natural largeness about him. He had grown into a man’s frame, and he had a man’s body to match it. He was tall and strong and had an air of machoism about him that wasn’t forced. And where Seungcheol exuded strength and stability, Jeonghan was opposite: he had delicate features, and a thin frame accentuated by his preferred fashion style. He watched his weight.
It didn’t make much sense: there was no reason for him to feel this kind of way about two people who were so different. Seungcheol’s smile made his stomach do flips; Jeonghan’s made him weak at the knees. It was so stupid to be in love with two people at the same time. How he’d fallen in love didn’t make sense, either: with Jeonghan it came on slowly, over days and weeks and months and probably years. With Seungcheol he went to bed one night as normal as he ever was, and woke up infatuated with the man who had to shave three times as often as anybody else in the dorm.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t already tried to stop liking one or the other or even both of them. Eventually he had just decided that it doesn’t work that way. When you feel a certain way about somebody, he had gathered, you just felt that way. It came on naturally, not be design, and that was how the feeling would eventually leave. He loved both of them, however stubbornly he didn’t want to admit it. And he wanted them to be happy.
But why did they have to be happy like this? Joshua wouldn’t have minded them dating each other. He even would have done his best to be happy for them, in his way. And he guessed in a way he was happy for them. Seeing them both so happy was nice. But they were so sappy and gooey and all over each other it was hard to stomach. The other members didn’t seem to struggle with it as much as Joshua did, but that was probably because they didn’t fantasize about kissing the space behind Jeonghan’s ear where his hair met his skin, or about rubbing Seungcheol’s shoulders after a hard day’s work and going all the way down to his butt.
Joshua sighed deeply. The streets just seemed to be full of happy couples holding gloved hands in the freezing cold, and the sight of giggling girls and protective men did little to help him sort out his feelings.
He already kind of knew there wasn’t anything he could sort out. He just had to stand by and suffer. He had to watch somebody else play with Jeonghan’s hair; had to watch somebody else tuck Seungcheol in after a long night. He had to listen in the middle of the night when they were too loud, the way somebody else made Seungcheol moan and Jeonghan pant.
It didn’t matter that it was them, together. It just mattered that it wasn’t him. That he had been an option and was passed over for somebody else. And it wasn’t that he blamed Jeonghan for wanting to cling to Seungcheol’s thick frame, or that he blamed Seungcheol for wanting to grip Jeonghan’s skinny thighs. No, he couldn’t blame them for that. He was just bitter, sad, and lonely.
Worst thing was, he couldn’t tell anybody. Because if he did, that would just make things awkward for everybody. It was better to suffer alone.
Better to be alone.
And yeah, sometimes Joshua had to take stock of his life and swallow the Truth Pill that if he felt this way forever, he might stay alone, and die alone. He didn’t expect to feel like this forever – unrequited loves usually only last so long – but the chance was there that he would always be in love with Jeonghan’s voice and Seungcheol’s eyes, and that he’d never learn to let them go.
Oh well. He’d worry about that when he was in his thirties.
With the cup of coffee finished he knew it was time to brave the snow again: the wind had gotten stronger outside, almost blowing a few people over, and he wasn’t looking forward to it, but maybe being outside would distract him a bit more.
Outside did distract him, but in the most unpleasant way possible. He tried hopping from store to store, but nothing peaked his interest, and soon he found himself floating back home.
To where he knew they wouldn’t have moved: they would still be seated on that couch, Seungcheol’s arm still around Jeonghan’s shoulders, Jeonghan’s head still leaning on Seungcheol’s chest. Seungcheol’s large, rough fingers would still be tracing little patterns on the backs of Jeonghan’s hands. They’d still be watching the sappy movie channel on TV. Jeonghan might already have fallen asleep in his boyfriend’s arms.
Joshua checked the time before getting out of the subway. 23:46. He’d stayed out a little later than he meant to. When it got dark so early, it was hard to tell the difference between night and day. He walked home from the station carefully and tried to make as little noise as possible coming home. He knew Seungcheol and Jeonghan would be the only ones home. The other members were off in various places – parties, staying over with sunbaes, gone home, whatever.
He was right. Jeonghan and Seungcheol were still on the couch. Jeonghan asleep in his arms.
Seungcheol looked up in surprise – Joshua must not have closed the door softly enough – and quickly jostled his arm. “Jeonghannie,” he whispered softly. “Hey, Jeonghannie, wake up. He’s home.”
“Don’t wake him,” Joshua pleaded, tip-toeing on his way to his room. “I’ll just go off-”
“He told me to wake him up when you got back,” Seungcheol contradicted, making Joshua halt in his tracks. “Jeonghannie? Haaaaannie? Joshua’s back. Joshua came home.”
Joshua slowly took off the heavy coat, flinging it over the back of a wooden chair. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked, still whispering for some reason.
Seungcheol just nodded at a bottle on the table. A wine bottle. An empty wine bottle.
“What did he do that for?” Joshua slumped into an armchair, waiting for one of the loves of his life to wake up properly.
Seungcheol sent him a look. “Because he’s an idiot. He got worried you were out so late. I told him you’d be back, though. Jeonghan! Didn’t you say you wanted to give Joshua his present now?”
“Present?” Joshua blanked.
Jeonghan was finally roused: he stood up and flung himself in Joshua’s general direction, landing close enough: he got down on his knees and crawled on the floor until he was right in front of Joshua, between his legs awkwardly. “It’s past midnight,” he mumbled. “It’s officially the 30th of December. Happy birthday!”
Joshua’s mind went reeling, but somewhere he already realized it was his birthday. “You don’t have to give me anything, Hannie,” he smiled gently. “And certainly not know. You can give it later. It’s late and you’re drunk. You should be in bed.”
“No!” Jeonghan worked to try and give himself a clearer look, blinking profusely. “I prepared this for a while! I want your birthday present to be perfect!”
Joshua couldn’t help but give Jeonghan a soft smile. Even intoxicated, he was adorable. “Alright then. What did you get me? Did you get me a cake?”
“Actually,” Seungcheol murmured, getting off the couch to lean over the armchair from behind Joshua’s head, “we prepared something together.”
“Oh?” Joshua tilted his head to look at Seungcheol, but had to look away again before he couldn’t anymore. He took a deep breath.
“It’s not something you can eat,” Jeonghan teased, pink-faced from the alcohol.
Joshua blinked, waiting.
“It’s not something you can return either,” Seungcheol mumbled, crossing his arms across Joshua’s shoulders cutely from behind. “It’s not a bought gift.”
“Something homemade?”
Jeonghan just giggled happily to himself.
“You could say that,” Seungcheol answered slowly. “Jeonghan?”
Jeonghan put his hands on Joshua’s knees, hoisting himself up off the ground that way – straight up to Joshua’s face, where he gave the birthday boy a slightly sloppy closed-mouth kiss.
Joshua froze as Jeonghan tried to make it a little more open-mouthed kiss.
“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol chastised lowly. “You promised me you would explain it to him before starting. In case he doesn’t want our gift.”
Jeonghan pulled off Joshua with a petulant little whine. “But Cheol! I want him to want our gift!”
The leader folded his arms across his chest. “No. You said you would explain our gift to him first. Make good on your promise. Don’t half-ass when it’s about something as important as somebody else’s feelings.”
Jeonghan sobered a tiny bit at that, nodding. He looked at Joshua again, who was still frozen, petrified. “We love you,” Jeonghan told him. “Let’s have sex together.”
It took a few seconds for that to seep in. When it did, Joshua couldn’t move. He could only whisper. “What?”
“Jeonghan isn’t explaining it right,” Seungcheol grunted unhappily. “You’ve been really down lately. We want to make it our business to make you happy again. Properly. Together.”
“By… having… sex,” Joshua chokes out.
“Exactly!” Jeonghan chirped.
“We’ll take good care of you, you’ll get to finish first,” Seungcheol promised, voice low and gravelly. “We want you to be with us. And unless we’ve read all the signs wrong, you want to be with us, too. We really want to make you happy again, Joshua.”
Jeonghan’s hands on Joshua’s knees chafed a little. The rubbing was meant to be comforting, but it was all a little much for Joshua to handle.
After a few moments of silence, Jeonghan’s expression began to wither away. Even Seungcheol got worried at the silence. “Joshua?” he asked calmly, moving to Joshua’s side. “…did we read you wrong? We thought you… liked us. And would want this. But if we’re mistaken… you can reject us. Of course.”
“Gi-give me a minute.” Joshua put his hands in front of his face, breathing heavily into them. He would never have guessed he would be put in this situation. Where both Seungcheol and Jeonghan were offering to have sex with him, together, for a night. As a present. Because they had found out. They both knew how much Joshua loved them. How hard he had fallen.
It was embarrassing. Too embarrassing. He wanted the floor to come up and swallow him hole. They both knew Joshua had this infatuation with both of them. And they were taking such pity on him that they were willing to give him what he wanted, for one night. He was being pitied. Pity-fucked. That was what he was being offered. And if he had any sort of pride, he’d reject the offer. Pretend they were wrong. Pretend he didn’t like either of them.
But it was there. A chance. An opportunity. He would never be a boyfriend to either of them, a life mate. He’d been resigned to that since they started dating each other. But he had a chance to touch them. To love them. To be the cause of their moans and groans. To make them smile. To be that intimate with them, just for one night and one night only. For a few hours, he could have everything he wanted.
He knew there would be a long-term after effect to follow such a stupid decision. Such a foolish thing to think of. He’d regret it later, when it was awkward. When he was the subject of snickers because he let himself be pity-fucked with people he lived with, worked with. The whole idea was a shambles, and he might not be able to live with himself afterwards.
But it was so tempting. He could play with Jeonghan’s hair. Touch Seungcheol’s chest. Grip Jeonghan’s thighs. Sigh in Seungcheol’s ear.
Damned be the consequences.
Jeonghan looked up at his boyfriend worriedly. Were they really wrong? God, he hoped not. Or this would be so embarrassing. “Cheol?”
“Just give him a minute.” Seungcheol patted one of Jeonghan’s hands. “Maybe his brain needs to defreeze from being outside for a while.”
Damned be the consequences. Damned be the consequences. Damned be the consequences!
Joshua opened his eyes and looked at the two people he loved most in the whole world. “I-” he stated very shyly, going pink, “-would like to have my birthday present very much, please, if it’s okay.”
Jeonghan jolted forward to kiss him again, and this time, Joshua was prepared.
I can’t believe it, he thought. His fingers stroked some hair off Jeonghan’s face, and his free hand curled around his waist. I can’t believe I’m here, I’m kissing him. I’m kissing him. He’s so beautiful. He’s so soft. He tastes a little fruity. He’s kissing me. I love him. I love him so much.
Seungcheol’s throaty laugh made them pause a moment. “You look so pretty like that,” he smiled. “Come on, Jeonghannie. Let’s go to the bedroom where it’s nice and warm.” He took Jeonghan’s hand, and for a moment, Joshua wasn’t sure if he was included in the invitation.
Then Jeonghan gripped Joshua’s hand, and pulled him along too.
The bedroom was warm: both the radiator and a space heater had been blasting heat for who knew how long. It was almost tropical. Seungcheol and Jeonghan had shifted the furniture to put the large bed in the center, beautiful, clean white sheets on it.
Well, this is awkward Joshua thought, simply standing in the middle of the room. He’d never done anything remotely close to the whole sex thing before, and here he was about to do it with two people at once.
“Here.” Seungcheol took both his hands and led him to the bed slowly. He sat down first, then gripped Joshua’s hips and helped him straddle Seungcheol’s lap carefully. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, looking up at the man in his lap. “We’ll take care of you. All you have to do is feel good.”
Seungcheol’s kiss was softer even than Jeonghan’s. It was so sweet and soft, Joshua felt like he was going to drown in it. When he opened his mouth and invited him in, Joshua was met with warmth and compliance. He was allowed to roam whichever way he liked, allowed to explore what it was like to French kiss until Seungcheol sucked on his tongue a little, making his jaw drop.
“Sorry,” he whispered, hearing the sound Joshua made. “Too fast?”
All Joshua could do was shake his head. No, it wasn’t too fast, it was perfect. He wanted this. He was only going to get one night out of it. He wanted everything, and he wanted to remember everything, too.
“Ugh, come here.” Seungcheol pulled him in again for another kiss, this time by his collar. They broke apart only so that Joshua’s sweater could be lifted over his head. After that, Seungcheol’s thick fingers speedily made their way down Joshua’s shirt buttons, pushing it off his shoulders.
“Fuck,” a voice muttered from the side. It made them both stop to look at him: Jeonghan gulped, pointing. “Look at him,” he whined. “With his shirt off his shoulders like that, making out with you, looking so scandalized. He’s so fucking pretty, I could scream.”
Joshua felt that that was only fair, considering it was how he felt every time he saw Jeonghan’s face. Instead of voicing that opinion, though, Joshua just leaned out, desperate for Jeonghan to kiss him again.
The two couldn’t be compared: they were both such excellent kissers, they both made Joshua dizzy. From one to the other and back, he never noticed his shirt being entirely stripped from his body.
Seungcheol’s strong, thick arms wrapped around Joshua’s waist. “Hold on,” he said softly before picking Joshua up and turning, gently laying him down on the bed.
Joshua couldn’t focus on what else he was doing, because Jeonghan was there, leaning over him, upside-down, leaning in to be kissed again. Kissing somebody upside-down was hard work, with too many teeth being in the wrong place, but it didn’t really matter because Jeonghan was so soft and his hair was everywhere and Joshua was on the same bed as him. And they were together. And they were all happy. It didn’t seem real.
A hand swept across Joshua’s collarbones, making him gasp: they both looked up to Seungcheol, who had neatly discarded all his clothes and was now admiring Joshua’s neck with his fingers, sliding them over his skin, up and down. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered.
Jeonghan withdrew to do the same to his clothes: Joshua simply stared at the man hovering over him, ticking his throat with his fingers. He stared at how beautiful Seungcheol really was. How toned, and even, and thick, and sweet, and beautiful. He stared, until his body took over; until Seungcheol’s fingers had flitted down to a soft, pink nub. His back arched off the bed and his mouth made an embarrassing noise he couldn’t stifle, as he let the feeling buzz through him. It felt weird, sensitive, soft and different, very different.
Seungcheol’s fingertips were a little rough. There was a very light sandpapery feeling when they crossed his nipple again and again: a motion that made Joshua’s body move without his approval. His back arched, and his hips jerked, and he just wanted to be kissed.
When Jeonghan returned, he was stark naked, and equally as beautiful in an entirely different way. Joshua would have stared for longer, but Jeonghan simply bent over the nipple that wasn’t being abused, and let his tongue run over it.
Seungcheol followed suit, both of them teasing Joshua’s nubs with their mouths – sucking, licking, blowing, grazing their teeth over them over and over, gripping Joshua’s body so he didn’t twitch too hard and hurt himself. It felt so freeing – so absolutely amazing, that Joshua couldn’t hold it in. His little gasps and oh, oh, oh!s were soft, but they were more than enough to encourage his lovers that they were on the right course.
Jeonghan reached for Joshua’s belt first, and he whimpered.
They both stopped, looking at Joshua, then each other, then back to Joshua.
“Are you okay?” Seungcheol asked quietly. “You can stop if you like.”
“N-no.” Joshua’s little whimper sounded so pathetic, so desperate, he had to work to get it back to a more normal tone. “I just – um – h-how does it work?”
Jeonghan smiled happily, hand working again. “We’ll figure that out on the way,” he cooed happily, moving to use both hands to free Joshua from his jeans.
Seungcheol moved up to thrust his tongue into Joshua’s mouth once, hotly. “Didn’t I say we’ll take care of you?” he whispered softly. “We’ll take such good care of you, Joshua.” He cupped Joshua’s face in both his hands gently before going in for another passionate kiss, laying to rest all the worries he could have had.
Jeonghan wasn’t really surprised to find Joshua half-hard already: he lost little time in discarding Joshua’s clothing, simply pressing his lips against the inside of Joshua’s thigh, just above the knee. The feeling made Joshua gasp very loudly.
“Oh, fuck.” Joshua hadn’t realized. Hadn’t thought this through. They were actually seeing him naked. They were naked. They were going to pleasure him. They were going to touch him. He hadn’t really thought it would really be happening to him.
Seungcheol moved, too: he just used his hands, one going back to Joshua’s nipple and the other slowly massaging little circles on the inside of his other thigh.
Joshua put a hand over his face in pure embarrassment, but quickly removed it. He was only going to get this once. He wanted to see everything that was happening. He propped himself on his elbows to watch, no matter how embarrassing.
The two of them were just enjoying their way up his legs; it tickled, but there was a feeling much deeper stirring in his stomach that made him anxious. He wasn’t sure if he wanted them to stop before they got too far, or whether he wanted them to be too far already.
Jeonghan’s face pulled into the crook of Joshua’s hip, between his crotch and his leg, and it was as if he couldn’t breathe.
Jeonghan’s tongue darted out, gently sliding over one of Joshua’s balls, and the boy had to throw his head back, keening.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered.
Jeonghan wasn’t finished. His mouth made its way over Joshua’s balls one by one, sucking lightly before his tongue found the underside of his cock and began to caress it with little kitten licks as Seungcheol’s hand cupped his balls.
“N-n…” Joshua wanted to say no, but there was nothing to say no to. It felt too good – teasing, but it was Jeonghan’s face there, eyes closed in happiness.
“Seungcheol, please?” Jeonghan asked kindly.
Before Joshua could comprehend what that meant, two tongues were sliding over his cock, one on either side, meeting over the slit in the head. He watched in disbelief as Seungcheol and Jeonghan tongued each other over the tip of his cock and ran their mouths up and down the shaft, making loud sucking sounds as they went.
“Fu-fuck,” Joshua cried, actual tears pouring from his eyes. He’d never even had his cock touched by somebody else before, and now two people were sucking him like it was their life’s work.
Before he could comprehend, Seungcheol’s mouth was on his, hands cupping his face again. He could kind of taste himself on Seungcheol’s tongue – salty, and bitter, and not really pleasant. Seungcheol’s thumbs swept away the tears on his face while Jeonghan halted, moving off his cock. “Shhhh,” Seungcheol whispered, gently letting his lips go. He hovered, staring. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Joshua?”
He looked up, a little tear-stained and glassy-eyed. “N-nothing,” he whimpered softly.
“Joshua.” Seungcheol kissed him again – so softly it made him cry again. “Please tell us. Do you not like it? Do you want us to stop?”
Joshua shook his head quickly. “It… it feels good,” he whispered, almost fearful. “S-s-so good. Fu-fucking amazing. I can’t believe it’s real.”
Seungcheol let out a little chuckle. “Is that all?”
“I never felt anything so good,” he admitted, entirely embarrassed now.
Jeonghan pressed a chaste little kiss to Joshua’s cheek. “I want to make you feel good,” he whispered in his ear. “Please? I want to make you happy.”
Seungcheol dropped a peck on Joshua’s nose. “We’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt, if you let us. We’d like to make you cry with pleasure, if you don’t hold back anymore.”
Joshua could only nod.
They both swarmed back to sucking Joshua’s cock together: Seungcheol held it out from Joshua’s tummy at the base, and let Jeonghan envelop the tip in his mouth, moaning down on Joshua’s flesh. The feeling of it raised every hair on Joshua’s body as he breathed heavily, the sound of it simply encouraging his lovers.
Joshua twitched this way and that as he was pleasured: Jeonghan took control of sucking his cock while Seungcheol made teasing his nipples a primary concern. The two of them delved into Joshua’s body with a relish, and as promised, Joshua didn’t hold back, whining and whimpering and moaning all the while.
“Joshua,” came a hot whisper. “Would you like to be taken?”
Joshua nodded dizzily. Anything more than this, he would take.
Seungcheol’s hot body left for a few agonizing moments while Joshua was given full view of how Jeonghan’s mouth plumped and changed as he deep-throated him. Jeonghan looked up at Joshua with lust in his eyes, working to make it look prettier. He didn’t have to. It was already the prettiest thing Joshua had ever seen.
Seungcheol returned with an embarrassingly large bottle of lubricant, sliding it Jeonghan’s way, making him suck very harshly as he slid off Joshua’s dick, making him cry out loudly.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Seungcheol smiled kindly.
“Really? Thank you.”
“I get to suck his hot little cock while you do.”
“Deal.”
Seungcheol’s lips descended on Joshua once more – they were thicker and softer than Jeonghan’s, a little cooler, but very accommodating, and his tongue was thicker against his skin.
Joshua gripped the bedsheets in pleasure. Slowly, something began to move against his ass.
“This isn’t going to work,” Jeonghan whined.
Seungcheol simply held out an arm and pulled Joshua’s thighs back, mouth popping off his cock to hold his legs back and apart. “Better?”
Jeonghan gave him a kiss. “Much, thank you.” Then, without any warning, he pressed a well-lubricated finger into Joshua’s entrance.
“Fuck!”
Seungcheol quickly made use of his free hand to pump Joshua’s cock in a desperate attempt to bring him pleasure. “Shhh,” he tried to soothe. “It’ll feel nice in a moment.”
Joshua was lost, drowning in a sea of sensations he’d never had before. A hot hand pumping his cock, a thumb wiping pre-cum off the slit. A digit in his ass, softly moving, not entirely unpleasant. Two people, working to pleasure him.
“Shit,” he choked out. “Feels… good.”
“Yeah?”
Jeonghan simply worked with plenty of lubricant to force a second finger in, since his digits were slimmer than Seungcheol’s: slowly he pumped them in and out, gently trying to scissor Joshua to make it more comfortable.
Joshua was twitching, his entire body clenching and relaxing over and over. There was too much going on. He felt like he was going to die and go to heaven. Or maybe he was already there. That was quite plausible. His jaw hung open, and he didn’t have the sense about him to be embarrassed about how desperately he was moaning for more, more, more, fuck him more.
Jeonghan and Seungcheol shared a look. A look that said: isn’t he adorable?
Eventually, it was all a bit too slow.
“Please,” Joshua panted, sweat beading down his face. “Please fuck me. I don’t – I don’t know how much more I can handle. Please fuck me, I need to be fucked.”
Seungcheol smiled a little, turning to Jeonghan. “Babe… lube me?”
Jeonghan eagerly moved to coat his boyfriend’s cock in lubricant, using both hands to jerk him off slightly, coating every inch.
Seungcheol moved to kiss him darkly, grinning. “Remember,” he cooed, “this is about Joshua tonight. You can have your turn tomorrow.”
Joshua was beyond noticing very much, his nails almost poking holes through the bedsheets. But he sure as hell noticed when Seungcheol began to press inside him. He was huge – Jeonghan’s fingers couldn’t compare. It was like the eye of a needle being blown wide open by a torpedo. It felt like he was break or rip under the pressure, but he never did. Seungcheol moved slowly, holding Joshua’s thighs with gentle hands until he was all the way in and Joshua broke out into flustered mutters peppered with tears.
“Shhhh,” he tried to soothe. “Do… do you want to-”
“N-no, do-don’t stop, please…”
Jeonghan’s lips curled over Joshua’s cock from the side, working hard to bring him pleasure. It worked: Seungcheol was able to very gently work in and out of Joshua while he was distracted.
It didn’t take him long before he was swiftly hitting into Joshua’s moany, twitching body, hips smacking against his thighs. Jeonghan had had to stop blowing him, opting for a hand instead, and Joshua seemed to be in ecstasy, eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Oh!” Joshua’s eyes suddenly blew wide open in pleasure. “Oh, oh, fuck!”
Seungcheol smirked, hitting in the same away.
“Fuck, fuck!” Joshua was crying again, but it was obviously in pleasure, a few tears dripping down his temples. “Please, oh, fu-fuck, I’m!”
Joshua’s prostate was abused as Jeonghan cruelly created a small ring at the base of his cock, denying him the ability to cum until suddenly releasing. Joshua covered his stomach and chest with several spurts from his twitching cock, some of it even flying into his hair.
Seungcheol could only behold the sight in pleasure before he began to hasten, hitting into Joshua’s body with all his might. Within a few seconds he pulled out, ripping the condom off his cock in order to come all over him: most of it landed with Joshua’s cum on his stomach. “Ah, fuck,” he whispered, jacking off a little. “You’re so pretty.”
Joshua’s mind was entirely hazy, but he could remember one thing. One thing. Jeonghan hadn’t come yet. He flung out a hand in a desperate attempt to find his cock.
“It’s okay,” Jeonghan whispered gently. “You don’t have to. It’s your birthday.”
He shook his head, most of his vision still vivid white. “I want to.” His hand wrapped around Jeonghan’s almost-limp cock, gently pumping it for a moment.
Seungcheol had gone and returned, and Joshua hadn’t quite noticed: his stomach was wiped with some kind of material, and then he moved to sit up, sliding his mouth around Jeonghan’s cock without asking.
Nobody in the room minded.
Joshua was a sloppy blowjob, being a first-timer, but he seemed to get the gist of it slowly, simply trying to repeat the same tricks Jeonghan had played along his cock earlier.
It was when Joshua looked up with those large, dark eyes – so willing to please, desperate to please – that Jeonghan lost what little bit of sense he had left, gripping Joshua’s face so that he could buck his hips into his mouth. Joshua choked, quite loudly, but somehow he genuinely enjoyed being used like that.
“Can I finish in your mouth?”
The only answer Joshua gave was to suck harder, and that was all that was needed.
They fell asleep in parts of clothing; Joshua was in clean boxers, and Seungcheol too: Jeonghan had managed to find briefs and a t-shirt both before hitting the sack. Joshua was curled up in the middle of the bed. Seungcheol was being a big spoon on his right, and his left hand was safely tucked in Jeonghan’s. Joshua was the first to fall asleep.
Over his head, Seungcheol looked at Jeonghan. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.” Jeonghan looked at the sleeping man between them. “Thank you. For being my boyfriend. For letting him be our boyfriend, too.”
Seungcheol smiled, his head slowly resting on the pillows again. “I love him too, you know.”
“Yeah,” Jeonghan yawned, ready to fall asleep. “I know.”