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wooyoblr · 1 year

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lay yourself bare for me (for us) (kys x jwy x cs, 18+)

description: If Wooyoung was going to walk around on stage with his cleavage on display like that, he really should have expected his boyfriends to react in the way they did. Every night was an exhilarating and new experience when the bed was occupied by three versatile men, and Yeosang knew his plans for San and Wooyoung were going to rock all three of their worlds tonight. Especially since it had been spurred on by the way San had been ogling Wooyoung’s tits as of late.

pairing: yeosang x wooyoung x san

wc: 7.9k

cw: threesome (obviously), dom!yeosang, sub!wooyoung, switch leaning sub!san, canon compliant/based on real events (i.e. break the wall tour outfits), blowjobs, dirty talk, name calling with a side of degredation, also praising, frotting, cumplay/cum as lube, use of feminine terms to refer to wooyoung’s anatomy (“tits” several times, “pussy” once), titty fucking, anal fingering, crying during sex, overstimulation, anal sex

author’s note: BEHOLD!!!! this idea has been floating around in my head ever since we first saw wooyoung’s second-day tour outfits… i just really wanted to fuck his tits, okay? and, well, since i can’t, yeosang and san have to otherwise what is the point of it all. anyway i really hope you enjoy this! it got waaaay out of hand but i’m super excited to be sharing it anyway <33 special thanks to the other half of my braincell, jenna, for proofreading and being my cheerleader throughout this whole thing.

Wooyoung’s second-day tour outfit was starting to get to Yeosang.

And Yeosang knew it was starting to get to San, too, if the way their other boyfriend’s eyes were always trailing after Wooyoung was anything to go by, raking over his exposed chest and collarbones like he was afraid they might be hidden away at any moment.

It wasn’t new, by any means, to see Wooyoung showing skin on stage. Yeosang had been teasing him about it for years; even Atiny knew that. He’d worn far less and shown off far more of his body in the past - Yeosang’s mind flashed back to that one recent time Wooyoung’s stylist gave him a jacket with a piece of fabric pinned to the front in place of an actual shirt, and the memory of how he’d heard San ravishing him that night through the bedroom walls brought a flush to his face now. But there was just something about the teasing little slit across the top of this particular tour outfit, the way his toned chest and collarbones - but not much more - were out there for the whole world to see, that caused something hot and carnal to flare up within Yeosang every time they performed with those outfits.

Another reason he knew San wasn’t faring any better was the fact that there had already been three occasions - to his knowledge, at least - wherein his two boyfriends had scurried off backstage into a private room, San dragging Wooyoung behind him, mere moments after they were dismissed by their managers at the concert’s conclusion. He didn’t mind, of course - it was part of their agreements as a throuple that they did not all have to be included in any romantic or sexual escapades that occurred, and Yeosang, having the lowest sexual drive of the three of them, was more than happy to let his boyfriends have their way with each other without him on occasion. Sometimes he even liked to just watch.

Tonight, however, he could feel something was going to be different.

It might have started when Wooyoung caught Yeosang staring at his chest through the slit in his shirt and then smirked at him. It could have been the eye contact Wooyoung immediately made with San after that, the pointed stare he gave him, and then looked back at Yeosang with the same sly expression on his face like he knew exactly what they were both thinking about at that moment. Yeosang couldn’t be sure what was going through San’s mind when he looked at Wooyoung dressed like that, but he knew what he wanted, and he was finally intending to act on it that night after the show was over.

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As predicted, San barely waited for the post-concert discussions to run their course before he had his hand around Wooyoung’s wrist and was pulling him away from prying eyes to the quieter backstage areas to have his way with him again. This time, however, Yeosang followed them.

He heard before he saw Wooyoung being shoved face-first into the wall beside the dressing room door, watched San press himself along the line of Wooyoung’s back, hips flush to his ass. Yeosang’s cock twitched in his own pants, just the sight of his boyfriends together making him stir with interest without even needing to be involved. San’s teeth latched onto the back of Wooyoung’s neck, whose eyes fluttered shut as he rolled his hips back into San’s crotch. Heat coiled low in Yeosang’s gut and he stepped forward, making his presence known.

“Starting without me again, are we?” he said, walking right up to them and smirking as they leapt apart. San dropped his head with shame and Wooyoung turned around to press his back against the wall for support, both of them already panting lightly. Yeosang tutted at them. “What am I going to do with the two of you? You’re insatiable.”

San, although both taller and broader than Yeosang, looked so small in that moment. His shoulders were hunched over and he looked up through his lashes at Yeosang. “I couldn’t help myself, Sangie,” he admitted. “He looked so good. And… And I know you’ve been looking, too, don’t try to deny it.”

San must have been feeling bold, or trying to tell Yeosang about what kind of headspace he was in today, implicitly. Given that San’s eyes were still on him, maintaining eye contact, Yeosang suspected it was the latter.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, was watching the two of them with his head up, chin tilted and eyebrow raised in some kind of challenge. “You want in or something, Yeosang-ah? I don’t know, I was sort of looking forward to San just railing me against the dressing room mirror again. He really hasn’t been able to keep it in his pants lately. I don’t even know what’s got him so wound up.” He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

Oh? So it was going to be that kind of night, was it? Yeosang’s heart fluttered at the thought of what was coming later. He looked between his boyfriends, settling into his role for tonight, and knew that they couldn’t continue here.

“Come on,” he told them. “Are you just going to stand around chatting or are we going back to the hotel so I can fuck some sense into you?”

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It had been a while since the three of them had both time and energy to spend the night all together. Going from world tour straight into comeback schedules and then into another world tour left all of their members rather exhausted and running on fumes a lot of the time. They all opted for single rooms when on tour, giving them the option to spend peaceful time away from each other or sneak into each others' beds to cuddle or fuck if ever desired. Most of the time, the trio never even progressed to sex simply because they were too tired to do anything other than make out for a bit and then crash in each others' arms.

But this leg of the tour had just begun and they weren't scheduled for another show tomorrow night, making it the perfect time for Yeosang to take apart both of his boyfriends piece by piece until they were trembling under his touch, sobbing against his mouth, begging for release. His cock began to stir in his pants with Wooyoung and San making eyes at him and each other on either side of him in the car back to the hotel.

Their driver was none the wiser about the looks the three men in the back seat were giving each other or the borderline animalistic thoughts that were running through each of their heads. Yeosang's mind was thrown back to the last few times he'd been intimate with them, memories of sweet touches, soft cries of pleasure, sloppy kisses and I love yous whispered against lips coming to mind. Neither of them were prepared for what he was planning for their little trio tonight, perhaps not even himself.

“It’s been so long since you’ve fucked me, Yeosang-ah,” Wooyoung purred into his ear. “Sannie has amazing skills and can move his hips in such precise ways, but there’s just something about your thick cock filling me up that I’ve really missed.”

Yeosang heard San’s breath hitch, his hand sliding along Yeosang’s thigh, and he closed his eyes before his carnal desire to take overpowered his common sense and started ripping their clothes off then and there. Wooyoung was obviously itching for someone to punish him for being such a fucking tease.

“You know this is about you, right?” Yeosang hissed back. “You and your slutty little tour outfits?”

Wooyoung gulped at the degrading word, eyes flitting between Yeosang and San’s intense gazes. His lips parted with understanding, twitching at the corner into a slight smirk. Yeosang decided in that moment that his mouth, along with multiple other things, was going to be stuffed full and fucked.

The tension was thick in the air as they pulled up at the hotel and scrambled out of the car. Their rooms were only a short elevator ride up, but none of them could wait; the build-up, time spent waiting, and tension simmering throughout the last few days had sent them over the edge and they needed their hands on each other as soon as possible, elevator cameras be damned.

Yeosang’s mouth found Wooyoung’s the moment the elevator door closed behind them, hands gripping his boyfriend’s hips and pressing him into the wall. He felt San’s body along the line of his back, warm lips on his neck as he shoved his tongue into Wooyoung’s mouth and swallowed his moans.

“Fuck,” San groaned against Yeosang’s skin. “He sounds so hot already, Sangie, I can’t wait to watch you fuck him.”

Wooyoung whimpered into Yeosang’s mouth, hands clutching at the front of his hoodie. He tilted his head, nearly knocking his forehead against San’s. Yeosang broke the kiss and moved his head to the side as Wooyoung leaned in further to join San’s lips on Yeosang’s neck. Wooyoung bit down and sucked while San licked a stripe from Yeosang’s shirt collar to his ear, Yeosang’s loud groan reverberating around the small room. His hands wandered up Wooyoung’s sides, across his stomach and chest, landing on each of his pecs. He bucked his hips against Wooyoung’s and squeezed his hands, massaging Wooyoung’s chest like they were breasts. He heard San whine behind him, felt his boyfriends pressing closer into him until they began kissing right next to his face. Yeosang was hard in his pants now and he could feel both of their cocks pressed against him in front and behind and that they were just as aroused.

The elevator came to a stop, the short ding making them startle and jolt apart. San grabbed Yeosang’s hand and Yeosang grabbed Wooyoung’s as they dragged each other through the doors and down the hall to their rooms.

Wooyoung’s room was first, so he pushed past the other two to get his keycard to the door. Yeosang took those few short seconds of opportunity to get his mouth on San’s neck, heat shooting down his spine at the surprised whine his boyfriend let out as he bit down on his collarbone. Wooyoung cursed under his breath as he fumbled with the keycard, glancing back to see his boyfriends making out without him. He finally got the door open and grabbed both Yeosang and San’s wandering hands, yanking them towards him and the three of them finally stumbled through the door into privacy.

The moment it was shut behind them, Yeosang shoved San against the door and then pushed Wooyoung by the shoulders to the floor. His knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud as San knocked his head back on the door, watching curiously. Wooyoung didn’t need to be told what to do once he was there, each hand reaching up to stroke his boyfriends through their pants while they fumbled with their pant buttons and zippers.

“Come on, come on,” Wooyoung whined petulantly. “Hurry up and give it to me.”

He was panting, eyes darting between them until San could shove his pants down his thighs just enough to let his hard cock spring free. Wooyoung was on him in an instant, a wanton moan slipping out the second he had San’s tip in his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yeosang groaned, finally getting his hands on his own cock and pulling it from the confines of his pants. He spat into his hand and jerked himself a few times, watching the way San’s eyes rolled back and mouth fell open as Wooyoung bobbed his head up and down San’s length, until Yeosang decided it was time to resume his role for the evening.

Wooyoung pulled off San’s cock with a pop for some air and Yeosang took the moment to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him towards him, smirking as Wooyoung cried out at the sudden pain. Yeosang fed his cock into Wooyoung’s open mouth and then reached for San, groaning as the heat of Wooyoung’s mouth enveloped him while San pecked and nipped at his lips until Yeosang could push his tongue into his mouth and feel the warmth there, too. He sucked on San’s tongue as Wooyoung sucked on his cock. Wooyoung had one hand on the base of Yeosang’s dick to hold him steady and the other slowly jerked San off. He let Wooyoung switch back and forth between his boyfriends for a few more minutes, content to make out with San while Wooyoung got his fill of cock in his greedy mouth.

Yeosang broke the kiss to look down at Wooyoung, pressing his forehead against San’s as he did the same. “Look at him,” Yeosang said to San, “He’s so desperate to have at least one of his holes filled, he’ll happily take two cocks at the same time if it means he gets cock at all. What a slut.”

San whined nearly as loud as Wooyoung did at the way Yeosang spoke as if Wooyoung wasn’t even present. San dropped his head onto Yeosang’s shoulder and thrust his hips forward into Wooyoung’s willing mouth. “Could he take us both at one time?” San whimpered. Wooyoung groaned around his cock, now fisting Yeosang’s, and San whined again at the vibrations it shot through his shaft. “Could he fit two cocks in his mouth, do you think? What about– oh, what about his hole? Does he want it that bad?”

“If we want him to, he will,” Yeosang stated.

It wasn’t what he had in the cards for the night, but Yeosang added it to his mental checklist of things they needed to try soon. He pulled back from San and grabbed another fistful of Wooyoung’s fiery red hair, forcing him to look up at his dishevelled boyfriends.

Yeosang tutted at the glazed look on Wooyoung’s face, jaw slack and lips red raw, chin slick with spit. “You really do look like a slut right now.” He ran a finger over Wooyoung’s bottom lip, slipping it into his mouth and pushing down on his tongue until he gagged. “Greedy, filthy little cockslut, Wooyoung-ah.”

Wooyoung nodded, whimpered around Yeosang’s finger as he sucked, his eyes darting over to San.

“He’s not going to help you,” Yeosang said. “You’re to listen to me and me only, do you understand?”

He waited until Wooyoung nodded again before finally releasing his hair and withdrawing his finger.

Yeosang turned to San. “Are you ready to defile our slutty little boyfriend, Sannie?”

San, too, nodded at Yeosang’s words, his eyes a little harsher and less obedient than Wooyoung’s.

Yeosang continued, giving Wooyoung a quick glance to check he was still paying attention from his place on the floor. “Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about recently? I’ve been thinking about how good the two of you look under me as a pair.” He reached forward to tuck some of San’s stray hairs behind his ear, cooing as he leaned into the soft touch. “You’re so beautiful, San-ah, and I would love more than anything to ruin you tonight, but I think what we both want is to show our little Wooyoungie exactly what we think of one of the outfits he was wearing on stage today.”

San’s eyes widened in understanding and he nodded enthusiastically, hair falling from where Yeosang had just placed it. “Yes, yes,” San agreed. “He’s been parading himself around on stage, in public, in front of thousands of fans every day, and I’ve had enough of it, too.” He gulped, eyes darting between Wooyoung and Yeosang, before straightening his shoulders. “Shall we show him what that body of his is really only good for?”

Yeosang’s lips twitched into a sly smile. He hadn’t quite pinned down San’s headspace tonight just yet, but he seemed to be letting Yeosang take the reins, which was exactly what he’d been hoping would happen. “I think we shall.” He jerked his head towards the bed on the other side of the room. “Wooyoung. Get naked and get on the bed.”

Wooyoung huffed. “What, I don’t even get to make one of you cum with my mouth first? I thought you just said you wanted to defile me immediately.”

Yeosang’s lip twitched. Given how long it had been since they’d had a night like this, he knew Wooyoung’s brattiness would fold again as soon as Yeosang made his desires clear. He grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face him. “People who whore themselves out on stage don’t get to make demands,” Yeosang growled. “I tell you to strip and you strip, Young-ah. Now.”

Wooyoung whimpered in Yeosang’s harsh grip, whimpered again and then nodded so that Yeosang would let go of him. He scrambled from the floor, a soft groan slipping out as he stretched his sore knees, and stripped himself gracelessly of his clothing. Yeosang also stepped out of his pants and then towards San so they could help each other out of their shirts, kissing along each inch of exposed skin as he pulled the fabric up and over the taller man’s head. He knew San liked that kind of stupidly romantic thing in the middle of sex and it certainly was no hardship to worship San’s strong, lean body. He also took a moment to check in with him, wordlessly assess whether he was happy with how Yeosang was treating him. Once that was cleared, when the three of them were finally bare with Wooyoung sitting at the head of the bed with his legs out in front of him, did Yeosang address his boyfriends once more in his dominating tone.

"Since we’re here to celebrate the slutty little boob window in Wooyoung’s clothing, I’ve made a few decisions about how tonight is going to go down. Here's what's going to happen," Yeosang began, eyes on San beside him. "Sannie, you're going to cum on Wooyoungie's tits. How you get there is for Wooyoung to decide. Then, I'm going to fuck Wooyoung's tits with your help." He let his gaze linger on San's parted lips, before turning his eyes to his other boyfriend. "Wooyoung-ah, you are not allowed to cum until both Sannie and I have finished. Sannie can fuck your tits after me, if he wants to, and maybe, if you've been really good, I'll finger you while he does that. And then, once we're both satisfied, maybe one of us will fuck you. Is that understood?"

Wooyoung’s eyes were wide, lips parted, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, god, Sangie.”

Pleased with his obedience, Yeosang then looked to San, raising an eyebrow for his approval or input. San was chewing on his bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me, too,” he said after a moment, reaching out to grab Yeosang by the hip and pull him towards him. San leaned in and murmured in his ear, just loud enough for Wooyoung to hear. “I love it when you get all controlling like this and I want more than anything for us to wreck that little twink over there, but I just can’t stop thinking about you railing me when you get like this, Sang-ah. It’s so sexy.”

A shiver shot down Yeosang’s spine and he nodded. “If Wooyoung can do as he’s told, the night will unfold exactly as we want.”

The two standing turned to face their boyfriend on the bed. Wooyoung’s hands were clutching at the sheets beside him, legs spread and bent slightly at the knee. His face and chest were already flushed. Yeosang dragged his eyes from Wooyoung’s parted lips down his chest to where his hard cock was straining against his toned stomach. Despite his own instructions, Yeosang’s fingers longed to reach out and touch, to stroke him and make him writhe under his hands, make him whine and cry and beg for more. He’d get there soon enough.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Wooyoung? Sannie’s not going to cum with you just sitting there looking pretty.”

Wooyoung’s eyes snapped between his boyfriends, who were still standing at the edge of the bed, looming over him. “O-Oh–”

“Join him, San,” Yeosang interrupted. “He clearly is having trouble thinking for himself. Poor little slut is already too sex-dumb and he hasn’t even been touched yet. Why don’t you get started until he gets his bearings back?”

San obeyed easily, crawled towards Wooyoung on the bed. He settled on his knees between his legs and dipped down to kiss him, hungrily parting his lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Wooyoung reciprocated naturally, arching his back into San’s strong grip and nearly losing his balance from how eagerly he kissed back. Yeosang kneeled on the bed, settling back to watch, his hand lurking between his legs but not touching himself just yet.

He watched San’s fingers slide up Wooyoung’s sides until they reached his hair where he tugged his head back hard, tilting his own head and sitting up on his knees to keep their lips connected. One hand rested at the back of Wooyoung’s neck, the other cupping his face, far softer than Yeosang had treated him a few minutes ago.

Wooyoung pushed back, knowing he would be given more leeway with San than with Yeosang tonight and clearly remembering what Yeosang had tasked him with before he would be allowed to cum. He kept pushing until San was on his back, elbows propping him up with Wooyoung leaning over him, their mouths still locked together. Wooyoung finally broke the kiss to shift around until he had one leg between San’s and was kneeling over his thigh, their hips aligned and cocks brushing against each other with every shift of weight on the bed.

“God,” Yeosang mumbled under his breath, unable to stop himself from crawling closer as they resumed kissing. He dropped spit into his palm and grasped their cocks, one of San’s hands shooting out to hold onto his other arm. San’s nails were digging into his bicep but it only served as a gauge for how good he was feeling as Yeosang jerked his boyfriends’ cocks together at the same time. High-pitched whines were already falling out of Wooyoung’s mouth and into San’s as his hips jerked back and forth in tiny thrusts into Yeosang’s hand. San and Wooyoung’s foreheads were touching, their gazes locked as they breathed into the hot space between their mouths. It was sickeningly romantic, the way they looked at each other, and a warm flash of affection shot through Yeosang’s chest as he increased the speed of his hand, half considering throwing his plans out the window to watch them both fall apart all over each other under his touch.

San’s moans pitched up to match Wooyoung’s and his eyes rolled back, head dropping back to expose his flushed, sweaty neck. He was getting close.

“Touch him,” Yeosang ordered Wooyoung, swooping down to attach his lips and teeth to San’s neck while Wooyoung took over stroking their cocks. Yeosang bit down and sucked on the sweaty skin, groaning in response to San’s whining as he got closer to finishing. His hips were jerking under Wooyoung’s touch and Yeosang’s teeth where he nibbled down his neck to suck another mark along his collarbone. Yeosang glanced down to watch how the head of San’s cock rubbed up against Wooyoung’s, catching on his frenulum and leaking precum over the both of them which eased the slide.

“Yeosangie,” San whimpered, “I’m so close.”

“You look so gorgeous, Sannie,” Yeosang growled in his ear. “Wooyoungie’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?”

San nodded, eyebrows pinched together tight on his forehead. He just needed a push.

“You’re going to cum all over him and make such a mess of our little slut, and then later I’m going to fuck another orgasm out of you. Maybe even another in between if your little cock can get hard again quickly. I know how much you love it when you’re sensitive, when it hurts but it’s so good.”

San’s eyes flew open as he approached his high, hips jerking up into Wooyoung’s hand. After just a few more seconds, Yeosang slapped Wooyoung’s wrist to let go and then shoved him onto his back, giving San space to crawl back over him and straddle his waist, Yeosang pressed along the length of his back. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped open and his tongue fell out to catch any stray drops as he gripped San’s cock again, angling it over his own chest and stroking him tight and fast.

Yeosang’s eyes flitted between watching San cum and Wooyoung’s open, waiting expression, until his eyes were drawn to Wooyoung’s small, pert nipples. They were hard with arousal, and just as San whined high in his throat and began to spill all over Wooyoung’s chest, Yeosang reached both hands around him to grip each of Wooyoung’s pecs and push them together, creating a divet of cleavage for San’s cum to pool in. San writhed and jerked, head fallen back against Yeosang’s shoulder, and Wooyoung was whining at the sight of San’s cum collecting on his chest.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yeosang growled, barely giving San time to work through the aftershocks of his orgasm before maneuvering him off Wooyoung and taking his place. He was so tightly wound after watching and touching without being touched himself that he was almost worried he would bust a nut as soon as he slid his cock in between Wooyoung’s pecs.

San was panting, scrambled up to sit beside Wooyoung’s head where he could touch and press Wooyoung’s chest together just as Yeosang had been doing moments before. He uncapped the lube bottle (when had he even retrieved that?) and added a few drops to Yeosang’s cock to ease the slide. Wooyoung was watching them with wide, wet eyes, squirming under their intense, lust-filled gazes, although absolutely loving the attention on him.

“I bet you love being used like this,” San said, leaning down to nip at Wooyoung’s ear. He squeezed his hands where they were pushing his chest together, creating a space for Yeosang to finally slide his cock between them, aided by the cum and lube. “Every part of your body was made to be fucked by us.”

A low moan was ripped from Yeosang’s throat as he finally got some stimulation back on his cock, replacing San’s hands with his own and pushing Wooyoung’s tits together further. He moved his thumbs over the top of the divet, pressed against his shaft and creating a bridge so there was no place around his cock untouched. He pumped his hips in short thrusts into the wet crease, tuning into whatever San was mumbling into Wooyoung’s ear, getting their boyfriend all hot and bothered with nothing he could do about it. One of Wooyoung’s arms had flown up to hold onto San’s leg, nails digging into his flesh, the other tugging desperately at his own hair.

“You’re such an attention whore, Young-ah,” San was saying. “You’re never satisfied unless everybody’s eyes are on you, unless everyone is talking about how hot and irresistible you are. I bet you just okayed that outfit because you knew it would spark this kind of reaction from us, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Wooyoung’s eyes slid shut and then snapped open again like he didn’t want to miss seeing a single moment of Yeosang falling apart on top of him. Yeosang grunted, watching his cock fuck in and out of the tight circle he had created, San’s cum dripping over Wooyoung’s collarbones and pooling in the crevice there.

“You have such pretty tits, Wooyoung,” Yeosang growled. “I can’t believe you’ve been letting the whole world see them on stage. Almost wanna fuck them with that shirt still on you and leave my cum all over it so that everyone can see who you really belong to.”

Wooyoung whined after a particularly sharp thrust of Yeosang’s hips. “Yes, Sangie. This feels so good. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when we treat you like this? I bet you’d like it even more if Sannie fucked your pussy while I fucked your tits.”

Both San and Wooyoung cried out at Yeosang’s words, their sweet whining like music to his horny brain. Heat was building low in his abdomen, precum dripping from his cock and adding to the mess on Wooyoung’s chest. San was hard again, Yeosang noticed. He was jerking himself slowly next to Wooyoung’s face, who hadn’t noticed because his tunnel vision on Yeosang’s cock on his chest was so strong. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped open again and he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, lapping at the tip of Yeosang’s cock each time he thrust forward.

San shifted his weight to lean forward just enough so that his cock could be seen by Wooyoung. He dragged his eyes away from Yeosang for just a moment, spotting his other boyfriend’s dick next to his face.

“Sangie,” Wooyoung whispered, “You’re going to fuck San, aren’t you?”

Yeosang nodded, hips slowing. “I’m going to fuck you both,” he clarified.

“Can I finger him?”

San whimpered and dropped his head forward onto Yeosang’s shoulder, his cock jutting out and rubbing against the side of Wooyoung’s face as his hips twitched without permission.

“Please,” San begged. “Yeosangie, please, I need something. You guys look so good together, please, please–”

“You heard him,” Yeosang snapped at Wooyoung. “Open him up for me.”

Yeosang focused on fucking Wooyoung’s tits while the other two fumbled with the lube. As he could feel himself approaching his peak, pleasure rooting itself at the base of his cock, one of San’s arms slipped around his shoulder to steady himself while the other began jerking himself off. The squelch of Wooyoung’s fingers pumping in and out of him added to the slick sounds of Yeosang fucking himself faster between Wooyoung’s pecs.

“You’ve been so good, Young-ah,” he told him. “Your body is so perfect, it’s just made for me to fuck. I could almost forget about how much of a slut you’ve been lately.” His breath came in quick, short bursts, his fingers playing with Wooyoung’s nipples as he fucked him harder. “Sannie, look at our angel. So perfect to be used like this. What a perfect little whore.”

San sobbed, apparently close again alarmingly quick, his hand stripping his cock rough and fast, hips bucking forward into his own touch and back on Wooyoung’s fingers. He shuddered, cried out Yeosang’s name once more, and then spilled over his fist, hot stripes of cum splattering over Wooyoung’s filthy chest and Yeosang’s cock.

The sight alone was enough to send Yeosang over the edge, as Wooyoung started moaning and San’s cries of pleasure reached his ears. His balls drew up and the tight pressure at the base of his cock finally snapped, a wave of pleasure slamming into him. His hips stuttered in a filthy grind against all the mess on Wooyoung’s tits as he came in long ropes that shot all the way up into Wooyoung’s open mouth. Yeosang doubled over, hips jerking into oversensitivity, and he was vaguely aware of the obscenely loud moans coming out of his mouth. San was kissing his neck, biting at his earlobe, and Wooyoung’s face had gone slack, eyes glazed over as he watched in awe.

Panting, Yeosang cleared his throat, sitting up on his knees and hissing at the stiffness in his body. “Get on your backs on the side of the bed, both of you.”

San, despite having already cum twice, moved faster and with more grace than Wooyoung. Yeosang slipped off the bed and walked around to stand in front of where they were seated beside each other. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Wooyoung’s first, licking into his mouth and cupping his face gently. He felt San’s hands on him, wandering without purpose, as if just to touch, to feel. Yeosang pulled back and regarded San for a moment.

“Wooyoung-ah, grab some wipes from the drawer and clean yourself up,” he instructed, before diving down to kiss San instead. Yeosang let his boyfriend’s hands feel up and down his body, gripping and squeezing as they made out while Wooyoung, who was shockingly hard and surprisingly not complaining about being ignored, wiped down the cum, spit and lube from his chest.

The way San kissed oozed contentment. His lips were soft and pliant under Yeosang’s, hands finally having settled on his hips where Yeosang stood between San’s parted legs. Wooyoung’s hands were on them next, one on each of their backs, their shoulders, their arms, rubbing and squeezing just a little bit, as if trying to tug them towards him again. San hummed into Yeosang’s mouth, and then pulled away to kiss Wooyoung.

Taking the opportunity for what it was, Yeosang grabbed the lube again, getting some into his palm and finally grasping Wooyoung’s red, veiny cock. His boyfriend yelped at the sudden touch where he was so highly strung and sensitive, and San pinched his nipple to get his attention back to kissing him. Yeosang snickered, pumping Wooyoung’s cock harshly a few times before taking pity on his desperate, needy cries and letting go.

“Lie down on your backs.”

As they did what they were told, Yeosang maneuvered them as he pleased. He pushed both of their thighs further apart, bent at the knees, and picked up Wooyoung’s smaller leg to place it on top of San’s. Yeosang’s cock gave a valiant twitch at the sight of both his boyfriends spread open and aroused in front of him, San’s spent dick somehow stirring back to life again and Wooyoung’s cockhead bordering on purple with how turned on and neglected it was. San’s hole was pink and wet from where Wooyoung had been stretching him earlier, inviting Yeosang to reach out and touch, but he knew that Wooyoung might call yellow if they ignored him any longer without touching him, so he made a decision.

“Since you did so well and let us fuck your pretty, soft tits, I’m going to finger you now.”

Wooyoung’s lips parted, brows scrunching together as he nodded. “Yes, please. Need you inside.”

Yeosang hummed, uncapping the lube again. Wooyoung propped his feet up on the bed, one of them between San’s thighs, and adjusted his hips to give Yeosang easier access. He turned his head towards San and pouted until the other got the message and kissed him again.

“Touch him, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said as he slid a finger into Wooyoung’s hole right to the hilt. “He can take it.”

Yeosang focused on opening up Wooyoung’s body, knowing that if he let his eyes stray to where Wooyoung’s hand was wrapped around San’s poor, sensitive cock, his own arousal would build too quickly and he wouldn’t have the stamina to fuck them both after having already cum once tonight. Unlike San, Yeosang was not a fan of the pain that came with being overstimulated and his refractory period was not as short, either. He could hear San’s sweet, soft whines as Wooyoung stroked him back to full hardness. Wooyoung was writhing and squirming under Yeosang’s ministrations, his fingers purposefully avoiding his prostate despite knowing how much he loved being milked by that stimulation alone.

“Yeosangie,” Wooyoung whined. “Please fuck me, I’m ready, I need you.”

Yeosang tutted at him. “So needy,” he scolded, using his clean hand to slap lightly at his inner thigh.

“Yeah, because I’ve been waiting for hours and you guys have just been using me and barely even touching me except when it does something for—”

Yeosang instantly withdrew his fingers and gripped the base of Wooyoung's cock harshly with one hand, the other hand reaching up to grasp his jaw and squash his cheeks tightly beneath his fingers.

“You wanna try that again, Youngie?” Yeosang growled, eyes bearing down harder into Wooyoung’s unwavering, unrelenting gaze. “You don’t get to go parading around on stage, showing yourself off like that like some whore, and then come home and demand we touch you the way you want it. You’re our slut and we’ll treat you how we see fit, you got that?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times as Yeosang’s grip on his jaw tightened, looking like he was going to retaliate again. Yeosang hadn’t been prepared to punish his boyfriend for bratty behaviour, but he would if that was what Wooyoung wanted out of tonight. But then Wooyoung whined, conceding, and let his eyes flutter shut finally as he relaxed. His cock throbbed in Yeosang’s other hand, hips twitching on their own accord, and Yeosang distantly remembered that Wooyoung was correct in that they’d been touching and teasing him without letting him cum for hours now.

He felt San’s hand brush the one he had around Wooyoung’s neglected cock, and he dropped him, letting San take his place.

“Yeosangie,” San mumbled, but Yeosang’s eyes were still locked with Wooyoung’s. “Yeosangie, make him wait. Fuck me first and make him wait longer.”

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San’s suggestion. Wooyoung choked out a sob suddenly and Yeosang’s eyes were finally torn away to look down at where San was digging his thumb into Wooyoung’s slit. Wooyoung’s fist was still wrapped loosely around San’s cock, too, though they were both just holding each other, not stroking. Yeosang let go of Wooyoung’s jaw as well and reached for the lube, shifting in front of San.

“Yeosangie is right, Young-ah,” San continued. “You don’t get to make demands like that and expect us to listen, do you? If we want to use your body for our pleasure, we will. You’re just here to be our little plaything and you take it so well, jagiya.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to fight back again and Yeosang moved quickly, jamming two clean fingers into his mouth. He used his other hand to line his lubed cock up with San’s hole and pushed his hips forward to breach him as Wooyoung moaned around his fingers, starting to suck. San’s head snapped towards Yeosang at the first sign of intrusion, the hand he had on Wooyoung’s cock slackening for a moment.

Slowly, Yeosang filled him inch by inch. Wooyoung had probably only managed to get two fingers into him earlier, so he was tight, and Yeosang wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out before he could fuck Wooyoung. He definitely wouldn’t be able to get hard again for a while and Wooyoung would break if he didn’t get fucked soon. San could always do it, but Yeosang wanted to.

“Fuck.” Yeosang’s breath rushed out of his lungs, hips stilling flush against San’s ass. His tight body was clenching around him, thighs shaking as Wooyoung resumed stroking his cock. San had cum twice already, Yeosang remembered amidst his haze of arousal, and he was incredibly turned on and sensitive, so it wouldn’t take much to get him there a third time. “You’re so fucking tight, Sannie.” He withdrew his hips just as slowly as he’d pushed in, revelling in the constricting heat around his cock, and then angled his hips up and slammed forward into San’s overstimulated prostate.

San’s body spasmed and he cried out, back arching off the bed. His neck was bared, flushed, and Wooyoung leaned in to lick at his sweaty skin, hand moving faster on his cock. Heat built quickly at the base of Yeosang’s spine as he fucked into San, hips and balls slapping crudely against his skin. San’s eyes were clenched shut as his body was rocked on the edge of the bed, little moans being pushed from his chest with each thrust of Yeosang’s hips.

“San-ah, you’re neglecting poor little Wooyoungie,” Yeosang reminded him.

“Yeah, San-ah.” Wooyoung nipped at his ear, making San whimper again. “Little Wooyoungie wants your attention.”

A low, quiet growl slipped out of Yeosang’s mouth as San nodded and turned his head to lock lips with Wooyoung. His arm moved across their bodies to take Wooyoung’s cock in hand again.

“Shit,” Yeosang whispered, eyes darting frantically over the sight below him as a surge of arousal and pleasure rushed through his body – his two attractive boyfriends making out, legs spread and jerking each other off while Yeosang fucked into San’s tight hole. “Oh my god.”

With his free hand, Wooyoung then reached between his own legs and tucked two fingers into himself, and Yeosang knew it was about to be all over for him way too soon. He grabbed San’s impossibly tiny waist and drove his cock harder into his prostate, pulling his boyfriend back onto his cock over and over again. Yeosang fucked him hard and fast until San had to break away from Wooyoung’s mouth to moan, loud and broken, and came all over his toned stomach and Wooyoung’s hand, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Without even needing to be told, as if he’d read Yeosang’s mind, Wooyoung knocked San’s hand away from him and sat up to swing a leg over his hips. He leaned forward and rested his hands beside San’s head. Now on all fours, hovering over his fucked-out boyfriend with his ass on display for Yeosang, Wooyoung wiggled his hips, and Yeosang certainly did not need to be asked twice.

He snarled, a flash of possessiveness smacking him in the chest as he gripped Wooyoung’s ass, spread his cheeks and fed his cock into his wet, needy hole.

“Fucking finally,” Wooyoung sobbed, fisting the sheets beside San’s head. “Split me open on that dick and– oh, oh! Fucking, god.”

Yeosang’s nails dug into Wooyoung’s ass and hips as he fucked into him roughly, already chasing his own high for the second time, knowing he was barely a minute away from finishing. He was so tightly wound, so fucking turned on he couldn’t think about anything other than reaching that sweet release and spilling all over Wooyoung’s pretty, pink hole. The sound of kissing beneath him brought him back to the scene, hearing the sloppy moans slipping out of Wooyoung’s mouth and into San’s with every thrust. Yeosang’s abdomen tensed, realising his orgasm was approaching far too quickly because Wooyoung still hadn’t cum yet and god-fucking-damnit, he would not let his sub be unsatisfied.

Yeosang slid a hand into Wooyoung’s vibrant hair and yanked, pulling him up onto his knees and causing him to squeal at the new angle as Yeosang’s cockhead pounded into his prostate repeatedly. He felt San shifting beneath them.

“You want to be split open on a dick like the little cockslut you are?” Yeosang growled into Wooyoung’s ear and Wooyoung whined high in his throat in response. “Say it.”

“I– ah, ah, oh– I’m a little cockslut, fuck, fuck.”

“Say it again.”

“Yeosang,” Wooyoung cried, “Please, please, I’m so–”

“Stop begging and say it.”

Wooyoung sobbed through a broken moan. “I’m– I’m such a cockslut,” he whispered, and then again, louder, whinier, “I’m your little cockslut, Yeosang, just a slut to be used however you and Sannie want– ah, ah, ah–”

“Good boy, Wooyoung,” San said, settling in front of them. “Was that so hard? Cum for us now, jagi.”

Yeosang tugged Wooyoung back even further, forcing him to bend backwards so Yeosang could sink his teeth into the lovely, sex-flushed skin of his neck. He sucked hard, peering over Wooyoung’s shoulder just in time to see San on his stomach, taking Wooyoung’s cock into his mouth, and the tension within Yeosang snapped.

“Wooyoung, Sannie, I– fuck.”

His orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave, hips pressed up against Wooyoung’s ass in a filthy grind as he rode out one of the longest, most intense orgasms he’d ever had. His mouth dropped open around an elongated moan, eyes rolling back as he panted hard, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body. Hot ropes of cum shot into Wooyoung’s hole which was clenching around him. Yeosang’s thighs shook and he distantly heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched moans as he came into San’s mouth, grinding back on Yeosang’s throbbing cock where it was still shoved up against his prostate. His head had fallen back against Yeosang’s clavicle and his body trembled as he rode out his orgasm, too.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, after wading through the fog in his brain, Yeosang regained his senses and opened his eyes. He untangled his fingers from Wooyoung’s hair and eased him down onto the bed next to where San was lying, and then flopped down beside them both, absolutely spent. Wooyoung curled into San’s side immediately, flinging a tired arm over his sweaty back and nuzzling against his shoulder.

“Young-ah,” San groaned against the bedsheets. “You are disgusting and I am disgusting. Get off me.”

Wooyoung pouted and whined. “Meanie.” He turned to face Yeosang, bottom lip still jutting out. “Sannie won’t cuddle me.”

“You’re a big boy, Wooyoung,” Yeosang muttered. “You can handle a bit of rejection every now and then.”

“It’s good for your ego,” San added.

Yeosang snorted at Wooyoung’s petulant whining, but allowed himself to be pulled, along with a grumbling, exhausted San, into a cuddle pile. Wooyoung hummed, pressing a kiss to each of their temples.

“I fall more and more in love with you guys every fucking day,” he said.

“Wish you’d stop that,” Yeosang said.

“Hey! Like you weren’t the one who kissed me the first time!”

“Biggest mistake of my life.”

“You also kissed me the first time, Yeosangie,” San so helpfully added.

Wooyoung gasped as if he didn’t know this already. “It’s almost like you have feelings for us. Sorry to break it to you, Sang-ah, but you know you can’t resist all of this.”

“That is so true,” San agreed. “I mean, we were just saying how we basically own him and how unfair it is that other people get to look at him. Isn’t that what you were saying, Yeo?”

Yeosang was going to kill San. And Wooyoung.

“How the fuck do you have so much energy for all this banter?” he groaned, turning to bury his face in Wooyoung’s bare chest.

“You fucked us full of cum,” Wooyoung stated, shameless. “You injected your lifeblood into both of us and now we–”

San’s lips were on Wooyoung’s in an instant, stopping his weird train of thought then and there. Yeosang huffed out a laugh, reaching across Wooyoung’s dirty chest to hold onto San’s arm, keeping all of them in contact with each other. They would have to all have a long, hot shower and clean off the various fluids sticking to their filthy skin before they slept, but as Yeosang pressed a kiss to Wooyoung’s collarbone, squeezed his hand where it lay against San’s bicep, and watched with tenderness and wonder as the two of them kissed softly, he figured that could wait.

He didn’t want to give Wooyoung any ideas about a round two (three? four?) if they all went in there together, anyway.