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The sheets have melted against his skin, sticking to him uncomfortably. He's tangled in them, his feet somehow tangled in his duvet that feels both too heavy and too light. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, down his back and chest. Heat swallows him without mercy, without escape. He gasps for air but it’s like no oxygen enters his lungs. Only more heat.

He moves. He rolls his hips, he flicks his wrist over the head of his cock the way he likes it, but nothing is enough. The silicone cock doesn’t reach deep enough. It’s not heavy enough, it feels just how it is - fake. His hand really is just there to improve his chances of reaching the climax but it’s not what he needs.

When he does cum, it feels so awful he nearly cries. Fortunately his pride prevents him from that but he is so, so close. He blinks the tears away.

He half considers skipping clean up, throwing the useless toy across the room, and just curling up miserably under the duvet and hopefully falling asleep within seconds.

But his conscience gnaws at him. He should keep his place clean. And what if he forgets about it and someone comes over? Unlikely, but what if. So with a heavy sigh, he gathers himself and goes through the motions without any feeling, and without any recollection later of actually doing any of the tasks.

He can't sleep.

It's a cruel joke to play on him.

Even going so far as to put his phone way out of his reach - into the closet, laying it down on his folded shirts - no matter what he does, the sweet unconsciousness doesn't come. He's exhausted. He just had probably the worst orgasm of his life. He just wants to sleep and forget about it all. With no distraction, he can only feel sorry for himself and fail time and time again stopping his mind from spiraling.

He feels so frustrated that he has half a mind to get up, throw on his gym clothes and go for a run. Maybe that would help him get it out of his system and tire him out enough that his body would just shut down. What's stopping him? He doesn't have work tomorrow, he doesn't have any reason to get up early. And it's not like he's going to fall asleep anytime soon anyway.

The only issue is he's too exhausted to get up, get to his closet, undress and dress again, put on shoes… He's too tired to even think of all the steps he'd have to do. With a sigh he rolls over and reaches towards the blinds on his window. He pushes them apart just enough to see a sliver of the street outside, illuminated by the white light of the streetlamp. It's deserted but it feels creepy anyway. So he gives up and tries not to feel even worse for it.

The next hours stretching all the way to daybreak feels never ending. Joshua swears he's gone through at least three different lives during that time. Once the sun is already rising above the horizon does he finally fall into a light and unsatisfactory sleep. Only for an hour, and upon waking up he isn't fully sure he really slept. For the second time that day, he gives up and fails not to feel like a failure.

The day feels like a blur. He spends it wandering aimlessly around his apartment, although he manages, with great effort, to drag himself into the store at the end of the block and get some groceries that take him ridiculously long to sort out once he's back home.

He can't take another night like this - which is precisely why he's sure that tonight will be no better.

And so for the first time in a while, he gets on his knees in front of his bed, elbows resting on the mattress and his hands joined in a prayer as he begs for help. It feels pathetic and improper, but his thoughts are all scrambled and his head hurts like hell. Not to mention the sleep deprivation makes him feel paranoid and delusional. He could swear he felt eyes on him despite being alone in the whole apartment and his blinds still being pulled down and shut.

For a minute he considers going back to the living room and staring at the tv screen again (because he can't really say he's watched anything that he's seen today) but ultimately decides against wasting electricity like that. He just pulls himself onto the bed and closes his eyes, hoping for the better.

What would you give to sleep?

He jerks and sits up, his eyes flying open. He's alone. Of course he is. Frowning he tries to remember if he turned off the tv, but he knows he did because right after the screen went dark the remote slipped from his hand and landed right on his big toe. He listens closely but doesn't hear anything more.

Joshua sighs and lies back down. Maybe it was the neighbor's tv, maybe it was his own thoughts talking to him. Either way, the answer is clear.

Anything.

He laughs once he realizes that's indeed how he feels. It's been one rough night. Though he can't say he's slept well at any point in the past month or so, it never got as bad as last night. He feels childish. Throwing a tantrum and sulking about being not sleeping enough. It is a little laughable, even though he feels moisture collecting in the corner of his eyes. He wipes it off, letting his hand fall limply back on the bed. His body starts getting heavy and before he falls asleep, he wonders if he was dramatic for nothing.

It's dark. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times before it clicks that he really opened them and the room is just that dark. He stretches slowly, groaning quietly as his knuckles crack and muscles burn. His throat feels parched and scratchy. He clears it as his hand comes to neck throat to rub the skin for no reason, as if the action could fix it issue.

He sits up. In the darkness, he can recognize a glass of water being offered to him.

"Thank you," he rasps.

He takes the glass and puts it to his lips. The water is cold and does marvels to get him rid of the uncomfortable sensation in his throat. He downs the whole glass.

"No problem," comes a response. The bed dips beside him.

Sighing happily, he puts the glass on his night table and freezes.

Who has he just spoken to?

"No need to panic," the voice says - absolutely unreasonably.

Joshua scampers away from the source of the voice, back towards his headboard. He just wants to curl up into a ball. But as he does, he presses against something that's not the headboard of his bed. It's something firm but softer, warmer, alive.

"Shh," a warm breath blows against his ear.

The person behind him noses into his hair, humming in content. Arms encircle him, pushing themselves between his chest and his knees, holding him close to the chest he's pressed against. Not so strong that it'd feel forceful, but strong enough that he can't easily slip away.

His mind is reeling. His lungs feel like they'll explode with how fast he's breathing, his heart is racing, palms sweating. And yet - he doesn't scream. Despite it all, deep down he feels inexplicable calmness. Like he can't fully process what's happening. Of course he can't, he thinks, who'd be ready to react in a situation like this!

"You're dreaming, silly," the first voice chuckles, "Why are you so afraid of your own dream?"

Is he dreaming? He doesn't think he is. The thirst felt so real, the relief of drinking the glass of water too. He's about to pinch himself-

"Have you never felt pain in your dreams before? I'm jealous…" the voice sighs. It, he, sounds like it's pouting.

Is this a dream? Could it really be a dream? He'd love to believe he'd wake up if someone was breaking into his apartment. He lives high enough that nobody should be able to get in through the window, he knows his door was locked and bolted, so he'd love believe he's safe. Besides burglars would be happy he's dead asleep, take the few things of any value he owns and leave, right? Who in their right might would be committing a crime like these two?!

It has to be a dream.

If he believes the voice, the guy, and stops trying to disprove what he's saying, it actually becomes pretty obvious.

The darkness is so deep and thick he can't see anything. Not the arms holding him, not his own hands, not the other person here. He can't see the window, not even the glass that he could see before and that shouldn't be more than a few inches away from him. It's unnatural. And it's so quiet. No rustling of the wind, no sounds from the outside or the rest of the building - that's unheard of.

This is a dream.

So he relaxes. It's the strangest dream he's ever had, more realistic than ever before too, but dreams aren't supposed to make sense.

"Exactly, that's a smart boy," the first voice smiles, "There's no reason to be afraid."

The person behind him chuckles too, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Joshua notices how tense he still is and tries to relax. It's his dream. He can take control of it - right? If he tried. He's a little curious where this is going.

"Who are you?" he finally asks.

"Friends," the bed dips closer to him as the voice speaks, "We won't hurt you."

"Do I know you?" Joshua frowns. When he was a kid, he heard that the faces you see in your dreams belong to people you've seen before, even if only fleetingly.

The darkness seems to part and into the view comes a man. He looks to be about the same age as him, a little skinnier and leaner than himself. His hair reaches his shoulders, black as the darkness that surrounds them. He has beautiful eyes that watch Joshua curiously.

"Do you?" the man smirks. Everything about him seems playful - the spark in his eyes, the curl of his lips. It seems innocent and eerie at the same time.

"I'm not sure," Joshua tries to remember if he's seen the man somewhere before, unsuccessfully. Then again he has the kind of face he's definitely remember if he saw him.

"Don't worry about it," the man laughs, "The name's Jeonghan."

"Joshua," he introduces himself in turn.

"We know," the man behind him hums. "What about me?"

He loosens his hold in favor of gently gripping Joshua's jaw and tilting his head so that he may look at him.

He's handsome. With strong features that nonetheless carry that same mischief Jeonghan has about him. Joshua's eyes get drawn to his lips, only to get sidetracked by the mane of bright red hair that he somehow hasn't noticed before. Then again this is a dream. He's been so exhausted that his imagination must be lagging.

"I'm sorry," he responds shyly. Although playful, there's a firmness in the way the man looks at him. And in the position they're in, it makes Joshua feel small.

"It's alright," the man smiles, "I'm Seungcheol."

He lets go of Joshua's jaw and instead pulls him closer again as he's done before. Joshua's not sure how to feel about it - but it's a dream. Just a dream and if he's honest, it's been a while since he's been held like this. It's nice. Seungcheol's arms are strong but they don't crush him and despite sitting between his legs, Joshua doesn't feel uncomfortable.

"Now, with introductions out of the way," Jeonghan licks his lips and moves closer, "We should come up with something to do."

Oh. Right.

"What do you have in-" the rest of his sentence is made up of an embarrassing squeal that was definitely too loud for how late it probably is.

Seungcheol picked just that moment to let his hands move from gently resting on his waist to grabbing the sides of his knees and spreading Joshua's legs, pulling them over his own.

"Oh?" Jeonghan purrs.

The look in his eyes shifts and they seem completely black for a second. He looks like a predator stalking his prey, drawing closer and closer to Joshua, bending his body lower until he can feel Jeonghan's breath on the inside of his thighs.

"Stop! Stop!" he panics, trying to struggle out of Seungcheol's hold, "Please - don't!"

"Shh, baby," Seungcheol rumbles behind him, he can feel the vibration of his voice through his chest, "It's okay."

Jeonghan does stop. Even if only in that he crawls over Joshua, trapping him against Seungcheol, face to face with him - so close he uses the proximity to rub his nose against Joshua's.

"We told you we won't hurt you," he whispers. His voice is so weak, almost as if he's hurt that Joshua doesn't believe him. "You were so frustrated before, so we thought we could make you feel good."

At the mention of before Joshua wants to end the dream right at that moment but he's not so lucky that he'd succeed.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed," Seungcheol chides, "It happens. You must've been so stressed, you poor thing."

"Exactly," Jeonghan nods, "There's no shame in that. We could help you. There must be a reason you're dreaming of us now, right?"

Right. A dream. This is a dream, this isn't a hidden camera prank where his most embarrassing moments get exposed for a live audience. Of course his subconscious would work with his memories and the characters he made up would know what's wrong. He should even pat himself on the back for conjuring a pair of men this handsome.

Yet something inside him is screaming. A small voice getting louder and louder. Joshua can't understand that feeling, or what it's trying to tell him, but it sure doesn't feel supportive.

As if taking the release of tension in Joshua's body as an invitation, Seungcheol slowly strokes his thighs.

"Don't you want someone to take care of you?" he murmurs into Joshua's ear, lips brushing against his skin, "We'd make you feel so good."

He shivers. More hands join in on the fun. Jeonghan's are roaming his chest, his stomach. Light, teasing touches skimming his abs and pecs. And he likes it. His cock twitches in interest and his abdomen tenses with each of Jeonghan's caresses. The attention is flattering, even if it's just a dream.

So he really has no idea why he feels that funny feeling in his stomach.

"Think of the possibilities," Jeonghan tempts, "Two of us. The things we could do together. And we could go for hours. All for you. Under your command."

"And we'd listen to your every wish," Seungcheol whispers, his teeth teasing the shell of Joshua's ear as he slowly melts against the man, "You could do everything you want - or have us do whatever you desire."

It must be just nerves. A silly anxiety. The screaming that seems to be coming from his soul must be just his insecurities resurfacing with his two wet dreams sweet talking him into a night of passion. What else could it be? So what it's not real. So what if he wakes up in a pool of his own cum - it definitely won't be more embarrassing than the last time he came. Blame his cock for getting so hard that his impatience outweighed that inexplicable anxiety.

"Okay," he exhales shakily, "I want you. Please."

Growling fills his ears. Animalistic, hungry. It wraps around him and makes shivers run down his spine - or it was the feeling of Seungcheol wrapping a hand around his throat to make him tilt his back so he could crash his lips against Joshua's.

He moans, too loud, but Seungcheol growls again when he tries to be quiet. It was pointless effort anyway. Seungcheol's tongue licks into his mouth, overpowering him completely. He's a putty in his hands - in Jeonghan's hands, as they finally take hold of his cock and pump it lazily while one massages his balls.

Who's he to stay quiet? Who could in his situation?

"That's a good boy," Jeonghan chuckles, pressing closer to take advantage of Joshua's exposed neck, "Such lovely sounds."

And what if Joshua doesn't want to wake up from this dream? He hasn't been kissed like this in a long time. Nobody could so easily find all the sensitive spots on his neck, or edge him so precisely, keep him exactly on the line between not enough and too much.

And then Jeonghan's lips move lower, leaving love bites over his chest, peppering sweet kisses over his stomach before encasing his length and taking him in one movement.

Joshua screams into Seungcheol's mouth, his toes curling and eyes rolling back. It's a good thing Seungcheol still hold his legs open or he'd trap Jeonghan where he is. Seungcheol smirks, pulling back to let Joshua breathe but not too far that he couldn't plant a few quick peck to the corner of his lips and his cheek.

"We promised you'd feel good, didn't we?" he says proudly, "And this is barely a warm up."

Joshua keens at the promise. His knuckles are white around the sheets fisted in his hands. He's too afraid to put them anywhere near Jeonghan's hair because he's certain he'd yank too hard and he really doesn't want to hurt him.

His own pleasure borders on painful. Jeonghan's throat is so tight and wet and warm around his cock as he keeps him there, seemingly without any issue breathing. When he bobs his head, Joshua can hardly stop himself from thrusting - which doesn't matter because he feels the head of his cock hit the back of Jeonghan's throat every time. And still he wants more.

Seungcheol lets go of his knee in favor of pulling his hair, guiding his head to rest on his shoulder and allow him to leave marks of his own on his throat. Joshua can't resist, can only lay back and let them do as they please. They do it so well.

Jeonghan sucks on his cock, pulling back until only the tip rests in his mouth. He gently squeezes his balls, tongue circling the sensitive head, and Joshua might as well be a goner. His breathing is ragged, his chest almost spasming as he tries to get enough air but can't. His body is taut. Joshua feels his thigh shaking, yet Jeonghan only chuckles around the length in his mouth, taking him in all the way again. His unoccupied hand caresses Joshua's thigh too soothe him - how could it?

Jeonghan looks up, no tears in his eyes, perfectly content where he is it seems. Joshua forgets how to breathe. Then Jeonghan moans quietly, almost teasingly around his cock, and Joshua can feel his cock twitch, begging for any small push that would let him cum.

"Hannie, you shouldn't have fun all by yourself," Seungcheol shakes his head, reproachful even as keeps kissing Joshua's sensitive neck.

Jeonghan hums, testing Joshua's limits. He pulls away, breathing calm. Joshua is a little jealous and very near tears at the loss of stimulation.

"It wasn't just me - this pretty thing was having fun too," Jeonghan defends himself. Finally, finally, he kisses Joshua's lips. He takes his time, comforting him through the frustration. Jeonghan's tongue meets his again and again, teasing brushes and strokes. It's so addictive that Joshua does calm down and gets his breathing under control when Jeonghan gives him space. "See how upset he is because of you?"

"He'll forgive me if I apologize nicely," Seungcheol coos, pressing a kiss behind Joshua's ear, "Won't you?"

He nods. Which isn't enough, apparently.

"Use your words, baby," Jeonghan encourages.

"How else are we supposed to know how much you want it?" Seungcheol pouts.

"Please," Joshua begs, turning his head to kiss Seungcheol's jaw. He can feel how hard he is against his ass and it does nothing for his tattered patience. "I need more, Cheollie."

"Hear that, Jeonghan?" he growls against Joshua's lips, "We should give him what he wants."

Jeonghan chuckles, stealing another kiss. Joshua chases after him and since Seungcheol lets go of his legs, he climbs into the other man's lap easily and takes what he wants. Jeonghan smirks, victorious even as Joshua's tongue conquers his mouth.

"Someone's eager," Jeonghan purrs, grabbing his hips to pull him flush against his body. Joshua shivers in anticipation, grinding against Jeonghan's hardness.

And then Seungcheol crowds him from behind, pressing his cock against his ass, and Joshua can't find enough words to thank the stars he gets to have such a vivid dream. It feels so real. If it wasn't for the small discrepancies, he maybe wouldn't even realize what's happening is not real.

The sensation of Seungcheol running his fingers up his chest sets his skin ablaze. The curve of Jeonghan's lips melting against his when he moans as Seungcheol rolls his nipples between his fingers and gently pulls on them - all of it makes him lightheaded.

"He's doing so well," Jeonghan praises. He gently cups Joshua's face and kisses his nose. "Breathe for us, baby."

Joshua frowns. He doesn't want to. He wants lips on his own, stealing his air. But Jeonghan is looking at him so expectantly that he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Again and again. He breathes for the little kisses the man leaves as a reward on his nose, his cheeks, his forehead.

"You're so excited. Was it a long time, pretty boy?" Seungcheol whispers into his hair. His hands stroke lightly up and down his sides. "When was the last someone touched you like this?"

If he's being completely honest, he's never been touched like this. This possessively and passionately, with so much expertise. He must be terrible at choosing who to take home.

"I don't know," he says instead, honestly, "I was so lonely."

He was. He really was. Apparently so lonely that he had to dream up not one but two devilishly hot men before he goes crazy. Hopefully there's plenty of time before he inevitably wakes up.

"You poor thing," Jeonghan frowns, "How could that be? You're so sweet and beautiful."

"We'll make up for it, precious," Seungcheol promises, his teeth already nibbling on his neck, "Let us spoil you."

Joshua's never been more ready for anything in his whole life.

"You feel so good. It makes me lose my mind," he confesses quietly.

It was a good call, he decides. They growl in unison, a sound that's not human. It's a dream after all. Anything is possible in his fantasy. Their sharp teeth, the primal sounds that wreck through his body and shoot straight to his dick. He won't question it - or the effect it has on him.

Seungcheol's hands roam his body. Over his chest and stomach. He holds his breath for what doesn't come. His lower stomach knots in expectation, he feels the muscles clench. Seungcheol's fingers come close but they only tickle his smooth skin and never touch where he really needs it. They skim over the crest of his hip bone and back up, never giving him the contact he needs.

"Beg for it," Seungcheol purrs into his ear. Fangs nip at his earlobe, drawing out his voice with desperation.

"I need it, please," Joshua does as told, his hands clawing at Jeonghan's back, "Need your touch. Want you so bad."

"Good boy," Seungcheol hums in appreciation, "That's how we like you."

Pure want pools like molten heat in his abdomen. Once he wakes up, Joshua will need to sit and think about what happened here and expand on his mental list of things he's into apparently.

For now, however, that doesn't matter and it's only a fleeting thought passing through his mind as Seungcheol's hands wrap around his hips and painstakingly slowly slide towards where he really needs to be touched - and stop. Another hand fists his cock, familiar, its thumb already rubbing small circles under the sensitive head. Joshua's body convulses, tries to back off the overwhelming feeling and rut into the fist at the same time.

"See, pretty boy? You'll get everything you want," Jeonghan coos. Joshua kisses him back on pure reflex. It's the easiest thing he's ever done. His arms hold the man closer, he wordlessly pleads for him to stay - to give him more, whining between kisses. "Shh, there's still more."

Because Seungcheol's hands don't settle. They draw back to his hips and find their place on Joshua's ass. Kneading the supple flesh, Seungcheol's chest rumbles with a pleased sound that Joshua has a hard time naming.

What is less obscure is the voice that pipes up inside of him again. His intuition screaming at him, trying to break him free of something, so loud and insistent and strong that he breaks the kiss with Jeonghan. Anxiety swells in his stomach, some strange fear that feels ancient, as if it was build into his very genes.

He flinches when Seungcheol's hands part his cheeks and his thumb gently circles his entrance. His body freezes, every muscles of his tensing.

And they stop. Jeonghan's hands gently hold his waist, Seungcheol's his hips. For a second his need flares again, an internal battle of fear and want.

"Oh baby, did you get overwhelmed?" Jeonghan whispers as he cups Joshua's cheek. His voice is softer, bared of all desire.

Joshua doesn't know what happened but he nods anyway. It's been a long time and the dream feels real. Honestly a little too real. All his previous sex dreams were different - a blur of disconnected moments that he had a hard time putting together. Nothing like this. But if this isn't a dream, then-

"We just want to feel good," Seungcheol says, earnestly. Joshua misses his lips on his skin, misses the playful nibbles on his ear. "Should we slow down?"

"No, no," he responds quickly. Absolutely not. He's already burning up to have the wandering hands all over him.

Seungcheol is stroking his hip so tenderly and Jeonghan looks at him with so much care. They stopped when he panicked. And now Jeonghan is guiding his breathing again, leaning his forehead against his. And he just smiles when Joshua steals a quick peck. He's not in danger. Did his body forget how to relax?

"You're alright, precious," the man behind him murmurs, strong arms wrapping around him. And still he feels Seungcheol's hard cock pressing into his ass and he can't help but want and feel embarrassed that he freaked out for nothing. "We're here for you. Don't you feel nice?"

He nods. Gradually he forces his body relax again, helped by the slow, almost innocent press of Jeonghan's lips against his. It feels like it's the first time when he parts them to let Jeonghan's tongue explore his mouth. It makes him shake. The sudden change of pace shuts down all his thoughts.

Seungcheol kisses the line of his shoulders. Joshua's skin feels warm where he caresses and he smiles into the kiss he shares with Jeonghan when Seungcheol skims over a ticklish spot. It's blissful. It's safe - he's safe. He just needs to learn to control his irrational fears.

Finally Seungcheol's hand travel lower and he moans softly for him to continue. The man's hand wraps around his cock - around both his and Jeonghan's cocks - and a violent shiver runs down Joshua's back. Jeonghan only gasps, laughing into his mouth, soon softly mewling as Seungcheol continues. Joshua couldn't hold back his moans and sighs if he tried, spurred on by Jeonghan's siren voice.

"Isn't this better than heaven?" Seungcheol grins behind his shoulder, "Want me to make you feel even better?"

His hand caresses Joshua's ass again. Cautiously, checking his reaction.

That same panic makes itself known again but he won't submit to it this time. It's getting easier and he's proud of himself for that. Only until he feels Seungcheol's cock brush against him again and he loses some of that bravery. It's still his dream, however. He should remember that.

"Mn, but only your fingers. The lube is-"

"Lube?" Seungcheol chuckles in disbelief, "Love, don't you feel how wet you are?"

He feels fingers circling his hole again and he can feel it. A slick, lukewarm syrupy liquid seemingly really pouring out of him. His face heats up. His brain stutters.

"If you're into it I can add lube," the man behind suggests thoughtfully, "But it's gonna be messy and I don't think it's necessary."

That does not help how horrified he feels - then he remembers. His dream. A dream. He didn't prep either but it's a dream, so it makes sense that everything would be slightly more convenient.

"You're gushing, doll," Seungcheol sounds awestruck. Of course his dream lovers wouldn't be at all surprise that a man is getting wet. "You should tell me quickly. You must want it so bad."

He does. And he's sure now that this is really a dream.

"I don't like mess," he finally stutters out. Seungcheol's hand and the press of Jeonghan's cock against his makes talking much harder than it should be. "Just want you."

"Be gentle with him, Cheollie." Jeonghan hums, "He deserves it. He's been neglected for so long."

Joshua nods dumbly. Jeonghan giggles, equally as drunk on pleasure. Their lips clash again, raw and swollen. Jeonghan tastes so addicting. There's no words to describe it. Intoxicating kind of lightheaded feeling envelops Joshua the more he kisses him. And his touches, caresses that feel like he's being teased with a feather, they set his skin on fire and ice. The moment his hands move, he's already missing them where they were. It doesn't matter if he's feeling him up, or running his fingers through his hair or even kneading his chest. Joshua would be willing to beg, just to have Jeonghan never take his hands off of him.

Their cocks rub together, chasing their highs in Seungcheol's hand and against each other. The mix of their precum coats them and make the friction smoother, better. And the red haired man seems no less hungry to make them feel good than they are to receive the pleasure. Jeonghan is so needy Joshua finds it adorable and lets himself go of some of his dignity. Sharing kisses, sharing moans, it intensifies everything.

The man in front of him is so distracting that Joshua jumps when Seungcheol's finger enters him. Jeonghan near snarls at him, whimpering as Joshua inadvertently grinds hard against him. Joshua's clawing at Jeonghan's back, so he can only press his face into the man's neck to silence the loud moans he can't stop.

Seungcheol's moving slowly, deliberately, like he's not aware how good it feels. There must be something about the slick coming out of him, Joshua decides, or the simple action couldn't feel this amazing. It's like Seungcheol's not even searching for his sweet spot, just riling him up and Joshua's helpless to stop him. His hips roll against Seungcheol's hands, pulling Jeonghan along with him, the two of them whining and moaning against each other's neck and lips.

"You should see yourselves," Seungcheol laughs but there's not humor in it. Only dark and heavy lust. "You make me want to ruin both of you."

Like he's not already, Joshua thinks. Seungcheol adds an finger, stretching him like he has all the time in the world. The hand on their dicks eases its pace and they can finally breathe. Jeonghan looks nowhere as on the verge of madness as Joshua feels. His breathing isn't as labored and his eyes aren't watering. He looks hungry. The eyes that watch him are blown, rich blackness swirls in them, yet Joshua cannot see his reflection. Only the impatience of Jeonghan's desire.

Then Seungcheol curls his fingers and he's blind. Galaxies explode behind his eyelids, the silence of the cosmos deafens him. Joshua feels like every single of his nerve endings has burst. He wants to escape - he wants to push against the feeling and never let it stop. Seungcheol rubs his fingers against the spot and Joshua can only spasm, can only rely on Jeonghan to hold him. And he does. Jeonghan holds him to his chest and soothes away the tears that spill from his eyes. Joshua needs something, anything to ground him. His lips move, sucking marks into every inch of skin they reach. Jeonghan only croons at him and pets his head.

When it feels like Joshua will faint, suddenly he can breathe again. Like a magic trick, his limp body finally takes a deep breath. Jeonghan is rubbing his back and stroking his hair. He matches his inhale and exhale with the rise and fall of the chest he rests on. Tries to, anyway. Seungcheol paused the assault on his sweet spot but doesn't let him rest.

"Is it too much, sweet thing?" Seungcheol chuckles. He pulls Joshua back to rest against him effortlessly, holding him up with Jeonghan's help. His weak cries, drawn out by the fingers scissoring him open and the hand jerking his cock, get swallowed in soothing kisses. "You're taking it so well. Are you close, pretty boy?"

"You can ask for a break," Jeonghan consoles, "We won't be mad."

"No, please," Joshua weakly grabs at the man in front of him, "Need to cum."

"Shh, Cheollie will make you cum," he promises. His hand gently push some of the hair sticking to his forehead away. "We got you. You're so good for us."

Joshua thinks he might have a thing for how easily they manhandle him. Seungcheol holds him up like he weights nothing. For a second he wonders how it'd feel to get fucked like that - being held up, maybe pressed against a wall for support, maybe not because it seems like they wouldn't need the extra help. Teeth nip at his shoulder, the lips are pulled up into a smirk, like the man can read his mind.

Jeonghan snuggles up to him, his hand wrapping around both their cocks to replace Seungcheol's who adjusts his hold on Joshua. Thoughts flee from his mind. His body is chasing pleasure on its own. His hips thrust and grind forward, at the same time allowing him to fuck himself on Seungcheol's fingers. Joshua feels like a man possessed. Blindly grasping for something to anchor him. Jeonghan takes pity on him and coaxes Joshua to rest his head in the crook of his neck.

"So perfect," someone whispers into his ear. He can't tell which of the two it was. It's not important. The words make him clench. "Just like that. Take it. You earned it."

"That's it." A hand on his hip, guiding him, helping him find a rhythm. Another finger slips inside him, stretching him more. The slick liquid pours down the inside of his thighs. "You sound so sweet."

His cock is twitching and his abdomen spasming. He has to bite down on the neck presented to him just to muffle his screams. The burn of his muscles stretching around the fingers curling against his sweet spot turns him into putty. The onslaught of pleasure is relentless. Never ending stream of praise is lovingly whispered into his ears, against his flushed skin. It flows through his veins like a drug. Sparks dance under his skin, his whole body ready for the release.

And then, like a bow drawn too tight, his climax shatters him.

His jaw gets locked, his teeth desperately sinking into the flesh of the man in front of him. Tears spill from his eyes. He can't hear the sounds he makes but the voices he hears clearly through everything are sweet, reassuring. Steady, calm vibrations of purring throbs into his muscles. Their hands soothe and stroke him through his high. Gently. There to catch him when he falls. They tell him what a good boy he is, how well he's done. When he starts twitching, too sensitive yet craving more at the same time, their bodies, their touch, mold around him.

"Breathe, pretty boy," a soft voice, "You did so well."

"You came so much," a slightly rougher voice, "Poor thing. You must've been so worked up and so neglected."

His strength restores surprisingly fast. Soon he realizes he doesn't feel uncomfortable at all - no sticky sensation anywhere, no sign of sweat. Only the pleasant ebbing buzz of orgasm. The one startling thing is how hard he's biting Jeonghan but the man doesn't seem bothered at all. He laughs at Joshua's apologetic smile, kissing him with sweet words of comfort. Looking down, he sees no cum, no mess. Even his thighs feel dry.

"You said you didn't like it messy," Seungcheol says as he traces his fingers all over Joshua's ass and crotch, sending pleasant but not overwhelming ticklish sensation through Joshua's body, "Why are you so surprised? Isn't this your dream?"

"Be nice," Jeonghan chides, "You saw how out of it he was. Were we too intense for you, baby?"

Out of pride, Joshua shakes his head. It's his dream and in his dream he can decide that they won't be able to read the truth out of his mind and will believe him.

"That's why you're perfect for us," Seungcheol kisses his cheek, "Maybe we should try harder then, hm? We'd hate for you to still need more when we're done with you."

His chest fills with confidence and joy. Of course he did well letting them pleasure him like that. Does he need more, though? Who decides what's enough, anyway. He knows he wants more. Despite that now little voice telling him he definitely shouldn't. Almost as if he should be glad that he escaped with his life. How foolish. If it wasn't so tragic he'd laugh at how anxious he suddenly is about sex. He's never been like that. And in a dream of all things. How embarrassing.

"I want more, please," he blinks up at Seungcheol, then at Jeonghan, unsure who's the better option. Who'd be more indulging. "Don't go yet."

They both look amused and ready to pin him down. Which, to be fair, he's not ready for. He can't say why exactly, it must something about the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he feels it so intensely that just the thought sobers him up. As much as he wants to be at the mercy of the two men. The image itself makes him want to beg them to do so. The conflict within him remains unresolved.

"You think you can handle it?" Jeonghan smirks. His fingers wrap around Joshua's jaw, turning his head towards him. Joshua leans in, closes his eyes, waiting for the kiss that feels inevitable and that doesn't come. He feels betrayed, glaring weakly at the man, who pretends to comply. His lips brush against Joshua's pulling away just a breath, so quickly that Joshua doesn't get what he wants - can't take what he wants. "So adorable."

Jeonghan holds him in his trap. Joshua can't look away, can't move. A fly trapped in amber. There for the man in front of him to observe and study however long he wants. Hands stroke down his back and he remains frozen. Lips brush against his again, tongue teases his lower lip. He can barely breathe, hypnotized by the dark eyes staring into his. The hands move towards his butt. Nails scratch his skin before Seungcheol grabs a handful and hums appreciatively. Jeonghan finally slides the tongue into his mouth and pulls him closer.

His body jolts as if a spell was broken. He kisses back right away. Jeonghan tastes addicting, Seungcheol's touch is electrifying. He feels alive like he hasn't in a long time, his issues, his stress, his entire life beyond this bedroom forgotten. They're both hard - Joshua is hard again. The blessing that this dream is.

"I think Cheollie should make it up to you for teasing you," Jeonghan breaks the kiss to whisper into his ear, "Why don't you take him?"

Joshua likes the sound of that. Turning in the strong arms, he comes face to face with Seungcheol. The red haired man raises a brow at him in challenge. Joshua pushes on his firm chest and the man lets himself fall onto the bed. Looking like he just won the lottery, his eyes remain on Joshua crawling over him.

Seungcheol's lips are fuller, plusher than Jeonghan's, no less irresistible. His confidence grows now that he feels like he has the upper hand - and the backing of the black haired man.

"See? He likes it," Jeonghan winks at him from the side before tilting Seungcheol's head towards himself.

The view is everything. Seungcheol whimpering into Jeonghan's mouth, the latter wearing a satisfied grin. The man under him bucks his hips up, uselessly. Chasing after friction which Joshua isn't about to give him.

"Flip him around," Jeonghan instructs, sultry gaze turned towards him. Seungcheol's expression changes into pleading. "You won't regret it. His ass is so pretty and feels so good."

Like a man possessed, Joshua does as he's told. To be fair, he only has to tap Seungcheol's hip for the man to roll over onto his stomach on his own. Impatient, grinding against the sheets until Joshua makes him lift his hips with a click of his tongue.

"Ooh," Jeonghan snickers, "Someone's getting into it. Cheollie, I think you'll enjoy this."

Jeonghan's attention and approval makes him high on power rush. The arch of Seungcheol's back certainly spurs him on and makes his dick pulse with the need to fill up the nice, firm ass presented to him. He licks his lips.

"Do you need-"

"No," Seungcheol purrs. Pressed up against Joshua's crotch, he doesn't need to move much to make it painfully obvious just how much he wants this too. "Just go for it."

It's his dream, right? Thank god it's his dream.

Joshua doesn't waste a second. Even with the permission, he doesn't ram inside him like he wants to. Seungcheol went easy on him, he should return his kindness. He positions the head of his cock to Seungcheol's entrance and slowly pushes his tip in.

He gasps. His eyes flutter shut.

Seungcheol's wet. That same slick liquid that was trickling down his own thighs now coats his cock inside the man. How he hasn't stuffed Joshua full, he has no idea. White crescents grow on Seungcheol's waist where Joshua is desperately digging his nails into his skin.

He pulls out an inch, then thrusts in again. Shallow, quick snaps of his hips. Breathless laugh escapes him. Joshua could lose his mind like this. Seungcheol growls, tries to make Joshua go deeper but he won't allow him. Teasing him feels mind-numbingly good. Could he cum like this? Most likely. And then again, deeper. Until he buries himself to the hilt and fills Seungcheol deep inside.

"Just like that, baby." Jeonghan watches him lazily, stretched on the bed. He looks satisfied to lay back and watch them without having to put in any work. Seungcheol must be making a pretty face, if his growing smirk is anything to go by. "He's your gift. Do whatever you want."

His lungs are on fire again. He can't hold back forever but he'll try. Pushing in more, his eyes fall close. The wet heat of Seungcheol's ass envelops him and sucks him in, squeezing him so perfectly that he could be happy just having him warm his cock. Maybe he should. Later, after he cums.

With a particularly hard thrust, he bottoms out. What's a dream in a dream? Joshua's tasted something better than fantasy.

Seungcheol's voice is raspy, groaning under his breath. He can't get enough. Joshua needs to hear more. Feel more. Already hooked on the slick glide of his cock in and out of Seungcheol's hole. It's like the man's body wants it too. Barely any resistance, only perfect friction. Seungcheol meets his thrust, angling his hips to make it easier for Joshua to hit his sweet spot. He only opens his eyes to see the graceful arch of Seungcheol's back. He runs his hand down his spine and pushes between his shoulder blades. He pins his chest to the bed. It's getting into his head. His thrusts get faster, harder.

And then he feels it. A presence breathing down his neck.

Jeonghan's disappeared from the spot he was lounging on. The reason why is evident. The black haired man grinds his hard cock against his entrance.

It startles him again. That same primal fear roars to life. More urgent than before. It feels like he's in grave danger, yet something prevents him from fully realizing the severity of the message his body is trying to send him.

"No, no, no," Jeonghan tuts at him, his other hand pulls Seungcheol's hip back. It effectively traps Joshua between them, buried fully inside Seungcheol and trying to catch his breath. "No running away, precious."

"Jeonghan, please-" Joshua starts but words die on his tongue. What does he even want to say?

"You don't have to beg," the man behind him croons, "You just need to relax. You're so wet. It won't hurt."

"I- I don't-" Why can't he finish the sentence? He doesn't want to fight what his body is telling him - and he doesn't want to fight Jeonghan. It makes him feel strangely upset to even think about telling him no. Telling him yes feels just as bad. He wants him but he shouldn't. He really shouldn't. He knows it as surely as he knows his name.

And yet.

He wants him. He needs him. His body is calling for him. More and more it craves him.

Jeonghan takes control of Seungcheol. He pushes and pulls on his hips and it seduces Joshua to turn away from him again and start thrusting into that tight, greedy heat.

"You know how big I am," Jeonghan whispers into his ear, "It could be all yours."

He can't fuck Seungcheol without grinding against Jeonghan at the same time. And each press of the cock against his ass makes his resolve crumble bit by bit.

"Won't it feel good? Don't you feel empty, pretty boy?" the devil tempts him more, "You were so desperate when you were fucking yourself with that silly toy. Don't you want to feel the real thing? I'd do all the work. I'd take care of you and Cheollie."

Jeonghan's tip nudges against Joshua's entrance and he doesn't shy away from the contact. When Jeonghan grabs his hips and pulls him back, he lets him. Jeonghan's leaking against his hole, his lips sinfully sucking marks all over his neck and shoulders. Joshua feels himself dripping. He rubs himself on the man's cock, eyes closing because he does want it. It feels like he shouldn't but he does. Being milked by Seungcheol's tight ass is already pleasure unlike he experienced before - if Jeonghan fucked into him at the same time? If he targeted his sweet spot with the same precision as Seungcheol's fingers?

He tastes blood on his tongue, his lip bitten raw. Jeonghan's head snaps and he pulls Joshua's hair. It hurts. And Joshua likes the pain. He likes how rough Jeonghan is and the bruising grip on his jaw that locks him in place. All just so that Jeonghan can kiss him and lick the blood off his lip. The moans ripping from his throat make Joshua's hips falter. His body is drawn to Jeonghan. It needs to be taken by him. It needs to be owned and filled by his cock and his seed.

"Come on, baby," he growls against Joshua's lips. His tongue soothes the bite every time droplets of blood pool on his flesh. His words seem to echo and resonate through Joshua. Like standing in the middle of a furious storm, lashed by winds, pushed around like a rag doll. "You know you want it. You need it. Let me have you."

"Yes," he gasps. Then air is forced out of his lungs.

Jeonghan sheaths himself inside him in one swift thrust. Joshua nearly collapses on top of Seungcheol. He catches himself last moment, hands on either side of the redhead's shoulders.

Trying to breathe is pointless. Every gulp of air is knocked out of him by the power of Jeonghan's thrusts. He has no mercy on him and Joshua loves it. Stars dance across his vision. He's so full. So wonderfully full and so heavenly used. Jeonghan fucks him like he only cares about his own pleasure. It's all a front. Faux bad attitude because Joshua is melting and his legs shake.

Seungcheol under him is trembling like a leaf. Jeonghan's thrusts aid his own. Joshua nuzzles into the rippling muscles of Seungcheol's back. He clenches around Joshua so much. It's dizzying. His mind is hazy. Wet squelches fill the room and mix with the symphony of their moans and groaning and slapping of skin. His hands fist in his sheet. He won't last long - he can't last long like this.

His cock is being mercilessly milked by Seungcheol's hole, his ass is filled by Jeonghan. He gets no rest. Not a second's respite. No mercy on his overwhelmed system. The stimulation builds and cuts his senses off. Only touch remains. Jeonghan's strangely cold hands. His nails raking down Joshua's back. He takes in a shaky breath. He's marked. He feels the sting of the claw marks. It sends him over the edge. He thrusts as deep as he can and drags Seungcheol into the depths of pleasure with him.

Slick and cum pour out of Seungcheol's hole. A white ring of their juices sticks to the base of Joshua's cock and he marvels at it when he catches a glimpse of himself involuntarily thrusting into Seungcheol's ass through their highs. Jeonghan only slows down a notch. The cruel man coos at Joshua's pitiful mewls and Seungcheol's glare. He seems to have no intention of stopping.

"Jeonghan- ngh-" his head falls back down. His voice can only come out in short spurts.

"Yes, pretty boy?" Jeonghan's unstrained voice sounds like mockery. Is he not breathless?

"Please," Joshua pants, "Please slow- down-"

Seungcheol joins in on his request. They must look properly pathetic because Jeonghan's face softens with a smile. His pistoning ceases for a long enough moment that Seungcheol can crawl from under Joshua. For a moment he gets terrified that Jeonghan will resume his brutal pace. Eyes burn into his back. The hair on his nape stand up.

"Don't worry, precious." Jeonghan's fingers trace his spine. The contrast is too much. He might as well be touching him with an ice cube. His cock feels so hot inside him, how can this be? "We wouldn't want you to pass out on us."

Then he laughs, a hint of breathlessness in the sound that makes Joshua feel proud.

"But you just feel too good."

The warning is short. Pointless. Even though it's Jeonghan who voices the thought out loud, it's Joshua who pushes his ass towards Jeonghan before he can move. The man seems to humor him. His hands squeeze the globes of Joshua's ass and spread his cheeks. Joshua does his best not to think about Jeonghan watching his hole clenching around him and the filthy, easy slide of his slicked up cock in and out to spare himself the embarrassment. And yet to have him watch Joshua do all the work makes his body heat up more.

Taking the hint, Jeonghan doesn't resume his manic thrusting. He rolls his hips into Joshua's with care, following the rhythm he was shown. Joshua's voice sounds sweeter even to his own ears, almost relieved. He fights against the urge to melt into the sheets. As much as he'd like to be pinned down and made love to like this, even if the term doesn't feel exactly right, he much prefers to meet Jeonghan's thrusts. To angle his hips and demand that he doesn't pull out for a moment longer.

"Insatiable," Jeonghan's voice sounds closer. Soon his body covers Joshua's like a blanket, his palms rub along his arms all the way to his hands still grasping at the sheets. He pries them open and slides his fingers between Joshua's. "Is this what you want, baby? Our adorable sweet thing needs to be filled and held through it?"

He makes a noise that sounds a lot like a chirp. Happy sound. Because that's how he feels. Jeonghan's cock is hot and heavy inside of him. He can feel every inch that Jeonghan gives in, being stretched slowly. It's been so long he forgot how it feels to be filled by something other than a lifeless silicone or glass. He's so sated he doesn't even mind the obscene squelching sounds - they're just the sign of every thrust, proof that Jeonghan's nestled deep inside him. Half the time he can't hear it, too preoccupied by being swallowed by the bliss that is the head of Jeonghan's cock pushing against his prostrate.

Someone strokes his cheek. He lazily opens his eyes to see Seungcheol watching him. Only for a moment before he's pulled into a quick kiss.

"So beautiful," Seungcheol murmurs, "Does Hannie make you feel good?"

Joshua nods. Words feel too complicated and unnecessary. They're fleeting. Jeonghan makes them all go away when his hips meet Joshua's.

"You're taking it so well," he sounds impressed, proud. Joshua preens. "Feeling full?"

He nods again.

"You could feel even fuller," Seungcheol's voice drops lower. His hand remains gentle and loving, Joshua nuzzles into his palm. "Wouldn't that be nice? You could have us both. Full to the brim."

That voice again. That something tugging at his mind, awakening long forgotten instincts. And his own hesitation.

"You're too big," Joshua hums. He feels a little funny. His cock is getting hard again, or it never softened. He doesn't know, he doesn't care. Jeonghan's pace is picking up, carefully - not fast enough for Joshua's liking even though he should be writhing in overstimulation. It doesn't matter, he decides. As long as it feels good, it doesn't matter at all. "You'd tear me."

"We won't, baby," Jeonghan breathes against the shell of his ear, "There's enough space in your little butt for both of us."

"You're so good for us. Don't you want to feel all ours?" Seungcheol whispers. His hand moves to Joshua's hair, massaging his scalp. He feels like he should argue back, but he's boneless. Mindlessly taking the pleasure Jeonghan gives him and the comfort of Seungcheol's caresses. At last he musters the strength to shake his head.

"It's scary. It'll hurt," Joshua pouts, "I don't want to. I've never done that."

"That's one more reason to try," Seungcheol purrs. Joshua opens to see him licking his lips. His eyes seem darker than before. "What better time than now?"

It's not that he feels unsafe. But something inside him trembles. His body tenses, drawing a hiss from Jeonghan. And then he's getting pulled up.

He yelps and clenches tight around him. Jeonghan's so deep. Now that he's straddling him, ass flush against Jeonghan's crotch, he can appreciate his size in its entirety. The black haired man holds him close to his chest, their fingers still intertwined. The embrace is as innocent as their nether connection is sinful.

"Oh precious, there's nothing to be scared of," Jeonghan coos right into his ear. His hands travel down to Joshua's thighs, then his knees where they settle. Joshua holds them on the spot for good measure. Seungcheol comes to kneel in front of him but he doesn't touch him. Yet. "We're here to take care of you."

"It'll feel good, I promise," Seungcheol smiles at him, warm and reassuring. A mismatch to the look in his eyes. "You won't feel empty if Hannie pulls out. You'll always feel good."

"You won't fit," Joshua protests weakly, "You're too big."

Jeonghan's unfair. Rolling his hips up, he shuts down Joshua's train of thought and silences him. Seungcheol draws closer. Like a hunter about to pounce on his prey. He bends his head down to Joshua's chest. His lips capture his nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Joshua's hands pull him closer, they don't listen to him at all.

"It's your dream, pretty boy," Jeonghan sings his siren song into Joshua's ear, "Dreams have meanings. They expose your desires. We wouldn't even think of it if you didn't want it deep down."

Thinking is hard but what he's saying makes sense. Joshua sometimes did wonder what it'd feel like to take two cocks at the same time. The idea was always too scary, however. And mostly unrealistic, given his lack of partners and his principles.

But this is different. Jeonghan and Seungcheol are different.

"It's just a dream, sweet thing," Seungcheol speaks between kisses as his lips trail to his other nipple, "Give into it. Be our good doll."

Fingers graze his rim stretched around Jeonghan's cock. He whimpers, soon soothed and distracted by Seungcheol sucking on his nub. And the touch is gentle. It doesn't hurt. Jeonghan keeps his thrusts shallow and slow too, even as his hands finally hug Joshua's knees.

Jeonghan's arms hook under them, lifting him easily. He's stronger than he looks and Joshua gasps despite himself. Jeonghan raises himself to his knees without his cock slipping out of Joshua's hole. His legs are held open. They could pass him around like this. It's a little tempting to suggest.

Instead, Seungcheol's fingers prod at his rim again. He winces when they enter him alongside Jeonghan's cock. At least the man stilled inside him. Seungcheol works them in one digit after another. All the juices, the slick and Jeonghan's precum, make the stretch easy but it burns regardless.

"See? It doesn't hurt." Lips meet his, plump as demanding. "You just need to relax. That pretty ass is begging for more."

"We got you. That's our good boy." Jeonghan nuzzles into his hair. "Doing so well. Just let us handle everything."

What choice does he have? He can only breathe through it and feel himself leaking all over Jeonghan's cock and Seungcheol's fingers. Disregarding his hesitation, his body craves more. Heat rises to his face as he realizes how desperately his walls flutter around the intrusions. He wants Jeonghan to move. No matter if it hurts. This isn't enough.

"Aw, had a change of heart?" Seungcheol chuckles, nudging his nose against his, "Feel how well you take it."

He slips another finger in. No pain, but his discomfort grows. Joshua wiggles his hips pointlessly. Jeonghan holds him steady. Why did he dream these men so ridiculously strong? Would he want to escape if he could?

"Don't fight it," Jeonghan whispers between soft kisses pressed into his hair, "It'll feel so good, baby. Won't you feel proud of yourself? We'll be so proud of you."

Pleasant vibrating sensation runs through him at the praise. He wants to make them proud. So he takes the unpleasant feeling until Seungcheol makes it feel good. Jeonghan shudders, the same tremors run through him. Will sharing him with Seungcheol make Jeonghan finally lose composure? He wants to see it. Jeonghan's sweet moans ring in his ears and make him leak more.

"So fucking wet," Seungcheol growls.

The fingers inside of him move with ease. Seungcheol has enough decency not to rush, which Joshua is grateful for. His body adjusts to the growing girth. And once he accommodates it, he grows restless. They can hear it - Joshua himself can hear it - in his panting, that subtle shift when discomfort turns into pleasure and hesitation turns into craving.

Jeonghan rocks his hips against Joshua's experimentally. The man in the middle sighs, a shaky blissful sound that Seungcheol swallows with his mouth. He works his fingers in sync with Jeonghan's hips to gauge his reaction. Joshua can't get enough, can't stay silent or still. The sensation is so strange and alien. He's never felt anything like it before. It feels decadent. Should he like this? Isn't it too much?

Isn't it wrong to miss the fingers when they're pulled out, and to beg for the cock to fill him instead of saying no?

"It's yours, you earned it. Every inch. Just watch."

Joshua has his face turned down with a firm grip on his neck. He's splayed open for Seungcheol and the sight is filthy, utterly disgraceful, but they whisper such sweet praises to him that he believes them and starts to find the sight arousing too. Then Seungcheol guides the head of his cock to Joshua's rim and pushes in.

Jeonghan curses behind him. At least Joshua thinks he does, the sound more resembling gurgling and growling. Seungcheol's brows are drawn together in concentration so that he doesn't impale Joshua all at once. And Joshua? He's breathing. Deep breaths. His hands hold onto Seungcheol's shoulders like a lifeline. It hurts. Despite the redhead's effort and the slick. He worries he'll tear. The pressure is too much.

"Cheol- Nhg- Please- Too much," he has to keep breathing or he'll forget how to. It's not the worst pain he's ever felt but he never felt pain like this in that area. He should've believed his intuition - should he? He doesn't know. First he wants the pain to go away. "It hurts."

"Shh, relax baby," Seungcheol soothes. He rubs circles into his hips. Sandwiched between the two, he feels safe. Regardless of everything, their proximity soaks him in a warm, comforting feeling. "I'll be gentle if you relax for me."

Seungcheol connects their lips. Jeonghan leaves careful kisses on his neck and shoulders to distract him further. They whisper reassurance and sweet praise against his lips, his skin. When Seungcheol pushes deeper, Jeonghan pull on his earlobe with his teeth playfully. As if he wouldn't notice. As if it would stop the tear from spilling from his eye. He truly tries to relax his muscles but his body fights back.

"Almost there, pretty boy," Seungcheol breathes. His eyes watch Joshua's, forcing him to look back at him. The dark abyss pulls him in. Time seems to slow down. The space around them blurs at the edges. "You're alright. Doing so well."

And then it all clicks. As if all the pieces fell perfectly together.

Joshua is torn away from being lost in Seungcheol's eyes and looks down. There's no need, of course. He feels how full he is, he feels his insides stretched to the limit and the pain shooting up his lower back. What he doesn't expect is to see a little bump low in his stomach. It takes the pain away, if only for a split second as his mind tries to process it.

Seungcheol takes his hand from his shoulder and puts it against the bulge.

"That's how good you are for us," he croons, "That's how well you take us."

"I wanna feel it too," Jeonghan complains from behind.

"Please don't-" Please don't drop me. Please don't move me. Please don't move. Please don't disappear.

"Of course we won't," they say at the same time like they can read his mind.

Joshua tries to smile. They don't move, safe for Seungcheol rubbing the small bulge on his tummy. He can't decide if it's comforting or not. Or something else entirely. Any amount of pressure on that spot makes him clench. It rouses something inside of him that's been hiding in a dark unexplored spot in his mind. The pain slowly subsides.

Jeonghan pulls out and pushes back in with caution. Joshua shudders but doesn't flinch or whine in pain. Seungcheol takes his turn to move. It's maddening. The slow alternating rounds of thrusts will make him lose his mind. His eyes fill with tears again. It doesn't hurt but it doesn't feel good either. The just stretch him for their pleasure. All he has is the full feeling that makes him warm and sated - and that's not what he's been promised.

"More," he pleads, "I need more."

Happy rumbles. Joshua preens. He lives for their praise. Hands wrap around his throat. Not to cut off his air, but for control. His lips are passed between them; once claimed but Seungcheol, then dominated by Jeonghan. Whoever doesn't get to kiss him gets to move, or so he figures.

What a sight they make. Seungcheol looks like a beast held back by chains. Jeonghan is no better. Like they're about to devour him, waiting only for his permission. Dragging their cocks through his walls painstakingly slow to assure that he fully accommodates before they wreck him like he deserves, sounds of primal pleasures rip from their throats. Joshua feels them inside of him with one hand on his bulging tummy.

"You're so tight," Jeonghan says, breath hot on his ear. The lengths inside him shift and push against his hand. He's held so securely. The more pliant he gets, the deeper they impale him, and the more satisfied they look. "We told you we can make us fit."

"Feels great, doesn't it, baby?" Seungcheol whispers. Joshua hums in response. The man looks at him so fondly. He presses a kiss to the corner of Joshua's lips. The movement doesn't stop under the palm of his hand. They found a steady pace. A taste of what's about to come. "Can we give it to you? Can you take us now?"

"Need it," Joshua giggles, a sudden rush of euphoria washing over his near limp body at the prospect, "I'm yours."

It throws them off. Their sync breaks for a moment. Deep, possessive growls ring around him. Fangs nick his skin with a small, pleasant shock of pain. Jeonghan readjusts his hold on his open legs, Seungcheol squeezes his hips once in warning.

Joshua sighs and submits to them completely, relinquishing all control, all will. His back melts like warm butter on Jeonghan's chest. His head rests on his shoulder. And Jeonghan is so sweet on him. He rubs his nose against Joshua's temple. He call him his good boy. And he gives him his cock. Precise, lazy strokes that graze his sweet spot every time.

Seungcheol is no less tender. His teeth scrape against his adam's apple, the words entrusted like secrets to his skin just as adoring. But where the other savors every moment, Seungcheol wastes no time. He ruts his hips into his with fervor. Rough hands hold him still at just the right angle. He wants to be good. He is good. They tell him so. Seungcheol pounds into him, breathing ragged and gaze possessed - obsessed with the wet, tight heat and how easily it welcomes his cock and the pressure of Jeonghan's thrusts pushing their lengths together.

Pleasure envelops him like a blanket. It dulls everything else - the tears flowing down his cheeks, the protest of his muscles straining from the unnatural position he's held in. His body is alive with the buzz of electricity and blazing heat. Molten lava pools in his tummy, right under his palm and there - "There!" he pleads with mewls and whimpers - where it all begins and where his end shall be. The very spot their cocks kiss with every thrust, taking turns with growing greed.

They pound into him with abandon. Mix of their juices pours from Joshua's abused hole and drips onto the sheets, squelching fills the room. Louder than the filthy noise - Joshua's broken voice. Fragments of moans and names of his lovers. They respond to him with tender praise and feral groans. The smallest of sweet nothings can make Joshua's voice rise higher. His walls close around their cocks. How easy he's gotten for them to toy with.

"Oh baby, are you close?" Seungcheol rasps. His fingers run over Joshua's flexing abdomen, towards his neglected, weeping cock. "Poor thing, should I play with you?"

He shakes his head desperately. If Seungcheol touches him, if he jerks his cock, he'll pass out. The tension low in his tummy is ready to snap. His prostrate is hit again and again, flashes of white obscuring his vision. That's enough. That's more than he can handle.

"Will you cum untouched for us?" Jeonghan laughs breathlessly. His head is hanging down, leaning against Joshua like he needs him close - and Joshua craves it. Craves every bit of contact between them. "We'd love to see it. You want to be good for us so bad. So cute. Our pretty doll."

And Joshua's unraveling.

He cums all over his stomach, his abs, dripping down into the sticky mess between their bodies. He can't see. Sharp white explodes behind his eyelids, his ears are ringing but he hears the rumbling voices curse and spill more words of adoration.

They're unrelenting. Joshua's too weak to move, his body completely slack. They take what they need. Their cocks pump in and out of his hole at brutal pace, they drive themselves crazy rubbing against each other, being milked by Joshua's clenching walls. Gravity pulls them closer to each other. Joshua tries to catch his breath but how could he - those two gorgeous men kiss right in front of him. They share him, they crush him between their bodies. Moans spill from their lips and they swallow them. Joshua's walls flutter around them at the sight. It's too much. His head is spinning, he's dizzy.

And then he feels it - the fullness growing. His tummy bulges more, filling his palm resting on top of it. They still inside him. For a moment, he doesn't leak. He's so wonderfully full that he believes nothing will ever be better than this feeling. And they embrace him. They rest leaning on him and slur endearments as if writing them on his skin with their lips and tongues and teeth. Warmth spreads through his entire body, it seeps into him from their bodies and their cum pumping into his insides.

"Stay," he murmurs. Spent and completely relaxed.

"We're here, precious," Jeonghan kisses his temple. His thumbs rub circles into the sides of his knees that are almost numb. "We're so proud."

"You were so scared and now you want more, love," Seungcheol chuckles. Joshua weakly shakes his head. It's just that they're so kind. He can't help it that he clenches around them. "You took us so well. "

His mind slips away from him. So does his body. Joshua exists in a comfortable, safe cocoon between the two men caressing and praising him. They hold him close for what feels like an eternity - and a blink of an eye once Jeonghan starts to pull out.

No matter how much he soothes and coaxes Joshua, he just keeps whimpering and crying. He sobs when Seungcheol pulls out too and all their fluids pour out of him. He feels so empty and cold. His hands are too heavy to lift, his body is too exhausted to move.

Too heavy for him but not for Jeonghan. He takes Joshua's arms and brings them around himself. Seungcheol lies down behind him. The fog that seems to envelop him slowly grows thicker but he's not afraid now. Lips comfort him. Soothing words, soft kisses easing the pain of the bites they left. Where their hands caress the pain eases. His body stops feeling sticky.

"Our little love," Seungcheol noses into his hair, "You let us do a number on you. What a sweet thing."

Joshua's body is boneless. A puddle held together only by their embrace. Jeonghan fingers travel up and down his arm in a hypnotizing loop. Joshua's lips rest against his collarbone, so whatever strength he has left, he devotes to leaving light pecks on his skin.

"You're so good for us. Rest now," Jeonghan orders softly. He takes Joshua's hand and brings it to his lips, leaving kisses on his knuckles. "You look so pretty wrecked like this."

Seungcheol takes over, repeating the same action. Joshua's muscles protest despite the care with which Seungcheol maneuvers his arm, his shoulder feels like a machine in a need of oiling. He mumbles. He complains about this being a dream, so why is he sore? They chuckle, holding him tighter. It immediately feels better, he can forget about the pain. Nuzzling into Jeonghan's neck, pulling Seungcheol closer by their intertwined hands, he feels content. Like they're all sharing one heartbeat, one mind.

"Sleep, baby." Jeonghan's voice sounds like it's speaking from inside his head. But he's lying in Joshua's arms. And they're all lying on a cloud, soft and fuzzy like the inside of Joshua's mind.

"We'll come play with you again," Seungcheol purrs. He sounds far away even though he's warm against Joshua's back. "We had a lot of fun."

Joshua wants to tell them to stay again. They're right there but they also feel so far away. His body yearns for them, they must know it even if he doesn't say it. His fingers twitch. He can't grab them. He's too weak and so, so tired. Is it them who's disappearing? Isn't it him? Everything goes dark and quiet before he can ponder about it.

Morning light filters in through the blinds. Silver and ethereal. The sky is blue.

Joshua squints at the blinding brightness and only slowly comes to himself. He feels fresh. Surge of energy rushes through him. His mind dances with ideas and motivation. He'll get up and make a full, healthy breakfast - no cereal, no hoping a protein shake will keep him going until late lunch. Then he'll meal prep for the week. First he'll go for a run though - yes, he should do that. His sleep was magical. He's a new man. Rejuvenated.

Until he tries to sit up.

Lightning bolt of pain shoots up his spine. He loses his breath and has has to blink away tears. His entire body feels sore like he's gone through an intense workout. His lower back, his ass, they hurt with the familiar painful discomfort. He feels so empty. And memories come rushing in.

Seungcheol. Jeonghan.

The reaction of his body, aching as it is, is immediate. He feels the tips of his ears heat up as his cock twitches and his hole flutters. The empty feeling grows stronger. He looks at his body and freezes.

Bite marks. Hickeys. Bruises in the shape of fingertips. Granted, they're all much fainter than they should be, given how recent they are, but still. They shouldn't be there in the first place.

Joshua swallows heavily. His breathing is getting out of control. His chest hurts, he can't feel his fingertips. He needs to calm down.

His phone vibrates and he almost jumps out of his skin. It's just an email. He looks around the room - makes his body get up and walk around the apartment. It's empty as it should be. The same as it's been last night. Was it last night? The date on his phone checks out.

Part of him wishes he was still tired and could write this off as hallucination but he's wide awake and energetic. Whether the events really happen - and the idea makes his heart drop into his stomach - or not, that was the best sleep he's got in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

His fingers brush against a particularly sore spot where his neck meets his shoulder. There's bumps. Like someone left an actual teeth print on him. He runs to the bathroom and there in the mirror he sees it - he was right. And a matching one, although less painful, on the other side.

At least his brain seems to be overloaded enough that it lulls him into a strange, unnerving sort of calmness.

Sleepiness, even.

If you need help sleeping, we're right here, baby boy.

His head snaps back. There's nobody there. Only the bathroom door.