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Jonghyun / Taemin and also Jinki is there for a few hours; love is so nice (part 1); nc-17

Baby stay with me Baby stay with me Baby stay with me Baby stay with me

Love is so nice is about staying in bed with someone and laughing about nothing and being gay and doing the sex all day : ) also part one because it's so long Tumblr won't let me post it all in one lol here's part 2

@rollercoasterwrite one more :-)

Behind him, Taemin tosses his phone back up onto the headboard with a clatter, then hugs him again with a sigh. "I don't want to get up and do stuff," he pouts. Jonghyun has to chuckle. What a coincidence.

"Neither do I," he says. He stares lazily outside the window. It's nice out there, at least. Bright and colorful. Someone is going to have a nice day out there today, but it's not them. Taemin nuzzles him. One of his feet is rubbing up and down the back of Jonghyun's calf, absentmindedly, just to stim. He takes a deep breath, hesitates, lets it out. Then he takes another one and says, "let's not, then."

"Yeah?" Jonghyun asks, smiling. He likes the sound of that. "Just stay in bed all day long?" he asks.

"Fuck you all day long," Taemin murmurs, rolling his hips forward, sliding his hand up to lightly touch Jonghyun's neck.

I would consider this a nice vanilla fun time smut but also, at the same time, lmfao, In order of frequency: free use, cockwarming, toys, somnophilia / discussions of other fantasy kinks (eggs, knotting, fannypacking, size difference, demon and monster and alien fucking), gaping, rimming, threesome, bunny boys, / bukkake, thigh fucking, public (internet), Jonghyun speedruns himself into hypnosis for like 5 minutes at one point, bondage, breathplay, double penetration, :3c

Jonghyun wakes up warm, comfortable, and cozy, head underneath the blankets, puppy plushie under his chin, and Taemin pressed up against his back, curled around him. Taemin's right arm is heavy over his waist, his breath flutters his pink hair, and their legs are tangled together, Taemin's all prickly with growing stubble since he's had to start shaving them for his theater performances this week.

today, though. Today he's all Jonghyun's from his soft snores to his warm little toes to his boner pressed up against Jonghyun's butt. Especially that last part. Jonghyun was having a, delicately put, non-pg dream and now that he’s awake, he’s sure that this was the reason.

He tries to remember it now: he was in a log cabin, in the woods, maybe. Yeah, and it was full of nice, handsome lumberjack werewolves, and he was trying to do their taxes for them? Because they were gay and they couldn't do math. But he was also too gay to do math, so then they decided to do horny stuff instead, and then.... Jonghyun sighs, pressing his face into the pillows. The dream slips through his fingers like water until he can't even remember the things that he already remembered about it. Whatever. Who needs dreams when he has Taemin real and solid behind him anyway.

He wiggles back against Taemin, rubbing his butt on his dick just a little bit to see if he's awake, or at least waking up. As luck would have it, Taemin makes that sudden, long inhale of someone just brought back into consciousness. Then he makes a very interesting noise. It starts as a groan, husky and low, his hips shifting forward, but it turns into a little, confused, mm? before it turns into a scowl of a noise, and then finally into what Jonghyun thinks was supposed to be a grumpy noise if only Taemin had managed to keep the smile out of his tone.

Taemin tightens his arm around Jonghyun's waist, bringing their torsos closer together but moving his own hips back. He smiles against the back of Jonghyun's ear, kissing it, dropping down to kiss his shoulder, and he says, "stop that, you." His voice is rough, grainy with sleep, and so deep and warm that Jonghyun feels it in his chest, in his heart.

"Never," Jonghyun grins, but he does stop. Taemin yawns against his shoulder, hot and moist, and then Jonghyun adds, "what time is it?"

"Who knows," Taemin says. "Hurts to open my eyes." Jonghyun feels him shrug. He shrugs back. That is a good point. He hasn't even tried to open his eyes yet. He knows that he won't be able to keep them open; not when his voice barely made it out of his throat when he tried to talk. He can at least tell that there is sunlight coming in through the curtains and through their blanket, so it has to be after sunrise.

"Hey," Taemin says. He pats Jonghyun's tummy, nudges his shoulder with his forehead. "Do you wanna...?" He lets the question trail off as he shifts back close, rubbing his boner against Jonghyun booty. Jonghyun snorts. He doesn't think it's even been a minute since Taemin told him to quit it.

Still, "yeah," he says. Yeah definitely. He might not be able to remember his dream but he still has his own half chub from it and he's never opposed to sleepy morning sex. It's one of his favorite kinds. He grinds back against Taemin, getting his dick between his cheeks, and shivers when it rubs against his hole. "Yeah please," he says.

Taemin, shivering himself, whispers "hell yeah." He sucks his own fingers into his mouth, then slips them down and interrupts Jonghyun's giggling by pushing two into his hole. Jonghyun isn't one to brag, but his bootyhole is very easy to get into, and they slide in nice and smooth, a third one joining them soon. He smiles into his plushie, humming, pleased all over inside and out as his cock quickly jumps all the way up to full hardness. Nothing beats getting fingered in the morning. Nothing except–

Taemin pulls his fingers out, spits into his hand, and then a second later, Jonghyun is groaning from his chest as Taemin pushes his cock into him nice and slow.

"There you go, thank you, fuck," Jonghyun whispers. He repeats it, thank you , over and over as Taemin fucks slowly into him, settling all the way in and starting up a lazy rhythm.

It's so good, so fucking good to be stretched out so early in the morning, filled so full and fucked so wonderfully. Taemin's thrusts match the beat of his heart, the pounding of his pulse through his body, the throbbing in his own cock. Taemin gets his right leg underneath Jonghyun's, opening him up and keeping him open. He's speaking behind Jonghyun's cheek, whispered little half compliments in his sleepy voice that Jonghyun half hears in his sleepy ears. Taemin's left arm finds its way under his head, hooks around his neck, and puts just the tiniest bit of pressure on his throat until Jonghyun is gasping.

It's all so much, it's all too much, this early in the morning. Jonghyun just woke up and everything is happening all at once, everything is happening so good, and before he knows it, he's about to cum already.

He's been squeezing his puppy plushie tight this whole time, but now he takes one hand off to jerk himself off, fast, much faster than Taemin's sleepy pace. Less than a minute later, like he can also sense that Jonghyun is close, Taemin lets go of his waist and tries to grab his dick as well. He winds up just closing his small hand around Jonghyun’s, and then Jonghyun hears him chuckling behind his ear. Taemin reaches down to play with his balls instead, gentle, massaging them, and instantly Jonghyun is gone.

He cums hard, shaking, biting his pillow, making a mess of the sheets in front of him. The orgasm spreads throughout his body from his cock to the tip of every nerve, deliciously warm and slow in the way that only a morning orgasm is, and Taemin makes it last in the way that only he and a few others know how. Fingers still playing with his balls, cock still fucking slow into him, arm still around his throat, voice still husky and low by his ear, Taemin keeps going until Jonghyun is smiling, giggling, absolutely giddy about how fucking good it is.

Taemin nutted too, at some point, Jonghyun realizes, because his booty is all warm and slick, dripping down his cheeks and his thighs, Taemin's dick noticeably softer and smaller inside of him. Nice.

They calm down together. Each of them twitching, trying to breathe slow, smiling. Jonghyun can feel Taemin's behind his ear. Jonghyun wipes his hand on a dry patch of sheets after patting around for a moment looking for one, then finds Taemin's hand and holds on to it. He's a little stuffy now; he pulls the blanket off of their heads, finally blinking his eyes open against the morning light. Squinting at the clock on the other side of the room, it's a little bit after 8:00. Not bad.

Taemin is grumbling at the light, burying his face in Jonghyun's hair. He wraps their arms together around Jonghyun's stomach, holding him close, wiggling and struggling to arrange his legs around Jonghyun's until he has him all wrapped up like a crab. He starts pressing countless little mwah s against Jonghyun's cheek and neck, pouting through them almost, like he's grumpy that he can't kiss Jonghyun even faster. Then, all at once, he settles down, satisfied.

"Goo moning," Taemin says then, singsong, cute on purpose, in his little delicate voice that always makes Jonghyun want to put him in his pocket. Smiling from his heart, Jonghyun turns his head to press one delicate kiss to the tip of Taemin's nose. He doesn't say good morning back, but he hums it with the same little tune that Taemin had.

He reaches out for the bedside table to grab his phone, yawning into the pillows. Taemin does the same, slapping his hand around on the headboard until he gets it. They stay silent, except for the occasional smooch, as they check their own stuff. Jonghyun scrolls through the news, replies to texts, watches some videos. Every so often Taemin will show him a meme that makes him laugh. Every so often Jonghyun will clench his bootyhole just to make Taemin jump.

Jonghyun finishes with his phone first, flopping it onto the pillow, bored. Stuff is happening out there, but here? In bed? He thinks it would be neat if nothing ever happened. If they could just vibe, just hang out together, the two of them, forever.

"Yeah?" Jonghyun asks, smiling. He likes the sound of that. "Just stay in bed all day long?" he asks.

"Fuck you all day long," Taemin murmurs, rolling his hips forward, sliding his hand up to lightly touch Jonghyun's neck. And it's not like Jonghyun wasn't expecting that, but it still catches him off guard, still has heat flashing all the way through him. He actually has to take a moment, try to get his breath passed his throat and down into his lungs, as his brain immediately runs through all of the possibilities of them just staying in bed and fucking all day.

He's all tingly and getting hard again just thinking about it. He nods quickly, fervently even. Ignoring Taemin muffling smug laughter into his hair, he breathes, "yes, please, I would like that." He rolls his hips back against Taemin, trying to get him hard again. He knows it won't be difficult. Taemin's cock is as eager as his own.

This time, Taemin doesn't try to hide his laughter. He lets it out, free, gorgeous, and punctuates it with a soft kiss to Jonghyun's ear. Rocking his hips together with Jonghyun, he fits his hand more comfortably around his neck. Not squeezing, just holding, just being there.

"Yeah, you want that?" he asks. "Want me to use your perfect little asshole for the whole day? Gonna be my little cocksleeve?" There it is; he's getting hard from his own dirty talk. Good thing, too, because that same dirty talk is already driving Jonghyun up the wall. "Gonna fill you up with cum, pretty," Taemin breathes. “Gonna flood your throat, going to get you all covered in it, so fucking gorgeous. Fuck."

The last curse comes out as a hiss, sharp and heavy. Taemin pushes against Jonghyun, rolling him over onto his stomach. He stays on him the entire time so when they settle Taemin is on his thighs, kneading his thumbs into his booty cheeks. Jonghyun is already panting, already begging. Yes he wants that, yes he wants to be used, yes he wants to be a cocksleeve, and yes he wants to be filled and flooded and covered in cum, yes yes yes, he wants Taemin to fuck him already .

So wonderfully, beautifully, Taemin does. He pulls his cock out and then fucks it back in, nice and hard, using his own cum as lube, and immediately Jonghyun is shuddering. Taemin does it again, and then again, and then–he stops.

"Aw, man," he says, and is he fucking whining ? Hello?

"What the fuck–?"

"Have you been holding that this entire time?" Taemin asks. Jonghyun feels tugging something out of the crook of his elbow: his puppy plushie.

"Hey–nooo," Jonghyun whines, but Taemin takes her away from him and puts her on the headboard facing the wall. "I told you, she doesn't care. She likes when I hold her." Jonghyun struggles to his forearms, trying to push himself onto his hands so he can reach for her. Taemin pushes him down with a hand between his shoulder blades, holding him there. He leans over Jonghyun, resting his weight on his own forearm above his head.

"Not," he says, and kisses Jonghyun's cheek. "While," he kisses him again, "we're fucking." Taemin kisses him a third time before he straightens back up. And he's grumpy, and Jonghyun is grumpy, but Taemin starts fucking him again, and then neither of them are grumpy anymore.

Funny how it works out like that.

Taemin fucks him hard and desperate, like he didn't just interrupt himself with something that didn't matter. And Jonghyun loves it, loves every hard, sticky slap of their skin hitting back together. He gets himself on his forearms again, but this time just to arch his back better, get Taemin at a better angle, biting his lip and cursing when Taemin hits his prostate just right to put stars behind his eyes. That's the good stuff, that's what he wants. That's what it's fucking about.

He cums quickly, not as hard as the first time but still as good, with his cock grinding between his stomach and the sheets. This time, he's present enough in his brain to hear Taemin cursing above him, feel his hands squeezing his ass harder, his hips working faster. This time he can pay attention to the hot rush of cum inside of him. He can pay attention to how quickly it starts leaking out of him, and he can pay attention when Taemin fucks all the way in and stays there, his balls twitching against his thighs.

After, he deflates into the pillows, Taemin deflating on top of him. Jonghyun makes his arms a pillow under his head, smiling when Taemin arranges his arms the same way and holds his hands, smiling wider when Taemin once again kisses his cheek.

This is nice. Jonghyun wishes his entire life was like this. One big, long, warm afterglow shared with his love. He yawns, wiggling his hips to get comfortable. He could fall asleep again like this, he thinks. It's early enough. He's not entirely woken up all the way yet. He could drift right back, just like this, with Taemin warm and heavy on top of him, his heartbeat matching Jonghyun's against his back.

He could, and he almost does; his hearing fuzzes in and out slowly, the edges of his perception melting away until he notices and brings himself back to focus. Breathing deep, rubbing his cheek onto his pillow, he bumps Taemin with his head to get his attention. He has a very important question. Taemin grunts back, sounding just as sleepy as him.

"Taemie," he says. "If we’re going to be staying in bed all day, can we do sleepy rules?"

Taemin's cock jumps; literally, Jonghyun feels it twitch hard in his ass as soon as the question leaves his mouth. Laughter bursts out of him, so loud that he doesn't even hear Taemin's reply. All he picks up from Taemin is that he's pressing his face into Jonghyun's neck, his little hands gripping and letting go over and over very quickly. Embarrassed. He knows that Jonghyun knows that his dick just did that and he's embarrassed, and that makes it so much funnier.

Jonghyun laughs so long that his stomach starts to hurt, and only then does he start trying to calm himself down with deep breaths. By that time, Taemin is very grumbly, biting and nibbling on his neck with his gremliniest little noises. Jonghyun doesn't mind about that at all. Taemin is just so cute.

"Yes, lets do sleepy rules, please," Taemin says once Jonghyun has quieted down enough for him to get a word in. "Please," he says again. Jonghyun falls back into another bout of giggles, but calms himself quickly once more. Sleepy rules. Okay.

"I don't know why either of us ever even bother asking anymore," he grins. "The answer is always yes." Both of them are always absolutely nut supreme about sleepy stuff. Taemin takes his turn to laugh now, his breath wet against Jonghyun's neck. He settles down again, getting comfortable.

"I think we just like hearing each other say it out loud," he says. Jonghyun nods. That is a good point. There's just something very very special about hearing Taemin say in his own voice that he wants Jonghyun to use him while he's passed the fuck out. Something special about Taemin giving over his body to him and Jonghyun giving Taemin his body back in return.

So special, in fact, that Jonghyun can already tell it's going to get him hard again if he starts thinking about it. He can't, he really can't, not again so soon.

Well. He can . But he shouldn't . Neither of them should. The last time they tried to do this, they wound up fucking themselves out before midday, and then the entire rest of the day was just them being sad and disappointed. They have to pace themselves.

Reaching over for his phone, he gives it to Taemin and says, "let’s watch something. You pick."

"Oki," Taemin chirps. He pulls up a streamer that he likes playing a video game that Jonghyun likes. Holding the phone up against the headboard with his weird little fingers, Taemin buries his nose in Jonghyun's hair and kisses the back of his head while he watches. After a minute, Jonghyun grabs one of his wrists and brings Taemin's fingers to his mouth so he can kiss too.

It's moments like these, Jonghyun thinks, that he likes the most. When it's just the two of them hanging out and being quietly in love. Moments like this that feel cozy inside of his heart. That make him feel relaxed, and safe, and peaceful.

He's looking forward to feeling like this all day long.

He doesn't wind up falling asleep again, but he does doze. Off and on, between laughing at the video or saying something to Taemin, he has blinks that last for minutes at a time. Time slips by like that, over an hour, slowly, comfortably, until it's even brighter outside and the birds have finished with their morning songs. Jonghyun enjoys it immensely, and could have never moved again and been satisfied, if it weren't all suddenly interrupted by Taemin's tummy growling.

It's a loud, pitiful noise, and barely five seconds after it finishes, like it's agreeing, Jonghyun's tummy growls also.

Jonghyun smiles, amused, but he also whines into the pillow. "I don't want to get up and make food," he pouts. Taemin makes a pouting noise back. Jonghyun assumes it's in agreement.

"Lets just order breakfast from somewhere," Taemin says.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jonghyun says, excited. He completely forgot that they can do that. "I'll order it, wait." He fumbles for his phone, slapping Taemin's hands away, closing the video, and looking for the delivery app. Taemin, with nothing to do with his hands now, holds onto Jonghyun's wrists. His thumbs play with the tendons and veins underneath his palms.

They figure out breakfast, scrolling through their options, picking somewhere nice, figuring out what they want to buy, and confirming that it should be here in around half an hour. But when they're done with that, they run into a new problem.

"Which one of us has to get up and go greet the delivery person?" Jonghyun asks. He tosses his phone back on the bedside table and turns around halfway, propping himself up on his forearm. Taemin pushed himself up on his hands to give him room and now he smiles down at Jonghyun. It's the first real look that Jonghyun has gotten of Taemin this morning and he is so cute from his squishy cheeks to his acne scars to his messy black hair that Jonghyun has to hook his arm around his neck and kiss his cheek. Taemin smiles, puffing out his cheek, then shakes his hair out of his eyes and says, "no stopping, first one to nut."

"Yeah?" Jonghyun asks, raising his eyebrows. That certainly is a competition. One that Taemin clearly believes he'll have no problem winning, because he said it as half a joke, confidence and a little smugness in his smile. Jonghyun smiles back. His little prince of hubris. "All right,” he says, innocently simple.

"Oh," Taemin says frowning. "Oh, I was joking, um. No, we’ll do something that's more fair for you."

"What do you mean?" Jonghyun pouts, knowing exactly what Taemin means. "I can last! I have stamina." He tries to sound as cute and defiant as he would if he didn't already know that he's going to win. It takes a moment, and his puppy eyes, but Taemin buys it, shrugging and shaking his head fondly.

"Okay, if you insist," he says. "Turn around." He straightens up onto his knees, his soft cock slipping wetly out of Jonghyun's asshole for just a few seconds. As soon as Jonghyun gets settled on his back, pulling his legs up and then spreading them open on either side of Taemin's hips, he puts his cock right back in, right where it belongs. Jonghyun allows himself that one single little moment, that delicious little shiver of pleasure from being filled up again, before he starts to focus.

He sinks backwards into his mind, into the one specific little area of subspace that he needs for this. He hasn't been here for a while, but it's easy to to get into the mood, into the character, into his imagination. Taemin is saying something; Jonghyun can hear it muffled inside of his head. He smiles and nods to whatever it is.

Taemin starts rolling his hips into him, slowly, their bodies pressed together the entire time. He runs his hands down Jonghyun's body gently, feeling him up, settling on his hips. Taemin can see his smile fuzzy above him. Adorable.

Adorable, but not his master. Wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous. But not Jonghyun's master.

Master is away today. Master left for somewhere, and master is letting Taemin borrow Jonghyun until they get home. Taemin can do whatever he wants to Jonghyun, and Jonghyun will make him happy, will make himself useful, he will be pretty and perfect, but Jonghyun will not cum. Jonghyun is only allowed to cum for his master. Jonghyun is only physically able to cum for his master. Jonghyun's master is the only one in the world that can make him cum. Master is the only one in the world that can even make Jonghyun hard.

By the fourth time Jonghyun has repeated that to himself, he is locked in. Fortunate, because Taemin is all the way hard and really pounding him by then, Jonghyun realizes when he blinks himself back into the real world. One of his hands is on Jonghyun's neck just like usual and the other hand is actually down between his legs, two fingers inside of him, playing with his prostate on top of his cock. And it feels good; it feels fucking wonderful, but it's easy to put to the back of his mind. It's not 10% of the way his master makes him feel.

He’s actually kind of surprised that it's working this effectively, even after so many years. He'll have to make sure to tell Kibum thank you for training him so good with Minho one of these days. It was a lot of fun with them before they got bored of this specific role play.

This is a lot of fun right now; watching Taemin work himself up into a sweat, panting hard, biting his own lips. He really is fucking gorgeous. And the way he's looking down at Jonghyun, hearts in his deep brown eyes, Jonghyun is almost certain that he's thinking the same thing. That's almost enough to snap him out of his own sloppy speedrunned hypnosis, honestly, so instead he goes on his own offensive.

"Ooh, fuck me harder, babe," he smiles, all overexaggerated innocence and sweetness and perfectly controlled breathing. The look on Taemin's face–the confusion, the glance down, the widening of his eyes when he finally notices that Jonghyun isn't even hard–is enough to have Jonghyun beaming, absolutely giddy. His Taemin is so funny. “Ooh, you're so good," Jonghyun says. Taemin stutters, his thrusts faltering, half baked little questions falling from his mouth. Jonghyun tuts and shakes his head. Picking up his legs and crossing his ankles behind Taemin's back, he locks him in, pushing him to keep up his rhythm.

"I thought you said no stopping," he says, pouting through his smile. Fitting one arm comfortably behind his head, he reaches up with the other and plays with Taemin's nipples, always so sensitive. He manages a few seconds, one nice hard pinch, before Taemin is grabbing his wrist and pinning it above his head. He grabs Jonghyun’s other wrist as well, obviously not wanting to take the chance.

"What," he pants, and apparently can't find the words to finish that sentence. "How come. Hello?"

Jonghyun has to say, he's very pleased by this. Maybe he should start messing with Taemin more often, just to see what happens. Keep him off his guard. Remind him every once in a while that Jonghyun only nuts so hard and so fast for him all the time because he wants to.

Then again, that doesn't sound nearly as fun as orgasming himself out of his own brain every time they have sex. He'll just let it be a special one-time thing, then.

"What do you mean?" he asks innocently. "Come on. Don't you want to cum in me?" He thinks for a moment, licks his lips, smirks, decides to play really dirty. "Don't you want to put your eggs in me?" he asks. "Make me your breeding–"

He doesn't even get to finish before Taemin is choking on his own spit. His hips snap forward hard, almost involuntarily, and he whines. Jonghyun has never been prouder. "Mmm, and I could tell you how good they feel inside of me, how nice and big they're growing, and then you could watch me lay them, and help me clean them off–”

Once again, he's interrupted, this time by Taemin cumming.

And cumming hard ; his eyes squeezed tight, breathing out curses over and over, his hands holding Jonghyun's wrists so hard that he's sure he'll have bruises later.

Jonghyun doesn't think he's ever felt victorious during sex before. It's a very good feeling, though, and it has him laughing as Taemin goes limp on top of and inside of him. Fuck yeah baby. He wiggles his hands free of Taemin's and pumps them in the air, celebrating. He finishes that before Taemin finishes recuperating, so he lowers his hands to Taemin's hair, petting him gently. Eventually, Taemin blinks his eyes open, rubbing his palms into them. Blinking groggily, he glares down at Jonghyun.

"Okay, first of all, cheating," he snaps. "Second of all." He grabs Jonghyun's soft little dick with two fingers and wiggles it aggressively so it flops all around on his abdomen. "Literally what the fuck?" he asks. Jonghyun shrugs innocently, doing his prettiest eyesmile on purpose.

"I keep telling you," he says, "if you let Key train you, you can learn all sorts of things."

"God," Taemin hisses, putting his face into his hands. "I can't let him dom me," he whines. "I can't even let him top me. If he knows how baby I get I'll never have any leverage over him ever again."

"Yeah, well." Jonghyun shrugs. He's never understood their relationship and he's never pretended like he wants to try, either. "Sounds like a you problem," he grins. Reaching for his phone, he checks the time. 10:25. "15 Minutes," he says. "Better go get ready to say hi to the delivery babe."

Taemin grumbles what sounds like an essay of complaining into his hands, then pushes them through his hair and laces them around the back of his neck, glaring once again down at Jonghyun. After a moment, he sticks out his tongue. He did it to hide his smile. Jonghyun can tell. He can see it around his tongue. He winks back.

Taemin sighs and starts to get up, pulling his cock from Jonghyun's hole. Jonghyun thinks that it's almost homophobic that he’s had to feel it coming out of him twice already today, but, getting a good look at it, all sloppy and wet and dripping with cum, he also thinks that it looks absolutely fucking delicious.

"Hey wait," he says. He makes grabby hands, sitting up and reaching for Taemin's hips. "Let me clean you up," he smiles.

"Oh, well, if you insist," Taemin smiles. He walks himself up on his knees until he's right in front of Jonghyun, fingers in his hair. Jonghyun licks his lips, excited. He does insist. Taemin's cock looks even better up close, so close he can smell it, so close he needs to right now–

Jonghyun takes the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking happily. He sucks Taemin up real good, licking up every drop of cum around the head. Then he lets it drop from his mouth and licks and mouths up the shaft, cleaning him all over. He kisses the base of Taemin's cock, he tilts his head to get the underside. He takes his time, savouring it, the taste, the texture, the nice warm temperature of it against his tongue. He also takes the time to get himself out of his subspace. He likes it in there, but also, he doesn't want to stay in there any longer. When he's with Taemin, he likes feeling normal, regular, himself. He likes Taemin. He loves Taemin. He wants to cum for, and with, and because of, Taemin.

While he's working, he hears Taemin rustling around in their headboard cupboards. It's a familiar rustling: he's in their box of sex toys, and after a moment, he passes Jonghyun a plug. Jonghyun's favorite plug. Glass, nice and fat, with a pretty cherry blossom jewel at the base. Jonghyun takes it with a smile and teases himself with it while he continues cleaning Taemin's cock. He bends down lower to suck on his balls, nice and gentle, reverently almost, thanking them for giving him three nice big loads already this morning.

That makes Taemin hiss though, twitch and whimper and pat his little hands all over his head very quickly. Jonghyun smiles up at him, cock resting on his cheek. Oversensitive little baby. Fine. He moves to kiss Taemin's thighs instead, licking up all of the cum that had gotten smeared and smudged on them as well.

Once he's finally done with that, he presses one last kiss to the very tip of Taemin's soft cock before he leans away. Patting Taemin on the butt, he says, "shoo, you."

Taemin shoos with another sigh, leaning backward until he fwumps onto the mattress and then rolling ungracefully onto the floor. Clambering to his feet, he grabs a pair of boxers and one of his striped sweaters from the dresser, pulls them on, and then starts to leave. In the doorway, he stops, glancing back. He looks at Jonghyun, smiles, looks down, bites his lip.

"You're," he says. "I mean. I like you." He scuttles down the hallway without giving Jonghyun time to reply, covering his face with his hands. Jonghyun tries to laugh so quietly that he doesn't hear it. He's so cute. Jonghyun likes him too.

Alone now, Jonghyun stretches one arm over his head, squeaking. He’s still teasing himself with the plug, and he pushes it all the way inside of himself, squeaking again and then humming happily once it settles. Hell yeah. He tries to stretch all the way out under the blankets, but he stops, startled, when his knee touches something cold and wet.

"What the fuck? Oh, right." rolling his eyes, Jonghyun remembers. Both of them nutted under here two times. Three times? He doesn't know if he counts the third time actually under the blanket. It was half off of them when Taemin got to his knees. Two and a half times, maybe.

Enough times to be gross, is the point. Enough times that now no matter how he tries to move under there, he's hyper aware of it all over. Sighing, Jonghyun sacrifices his warmth and comfort to throw the blanket off of him. Extracting himself carefully from the bed, he pulls the blanket and the first sheet off. Then, looking at them, he grumbles in the back of his throat. He doesn't want to do fucking laundry.

He makes an executive decision and just folds both of them in half and then in half again together, placing them nicely back on the center of the bed. That way they won't have to do any of the other sheets later. And they're black, anyway; it's not like they'll stain. Then, since he's up, he moves to the bedside table and crouches in front of it. Pulling open the cabinet, he looks for his collection of candles. He pushes aside all of his baby tealights and medium tumblers to get to his big boys and he pulls out two: his favorite, soft blankie, and Taemin's favorite, summer scoop.

He lights both and puts them up on the headboard, smiling at them. Side by side, white and pink, him and Taemin. Then he frowns, thinking. Hmm. Maybe not. He picks them up and puts them on the bedside table instead, and then he shakes his head and carries them over to the dresser on the other side of the room. Placing them on top, in the center, he smiles again. There. Nice and stable. Safe.

Turning to flop back onto the bed, he stops again when he glances over the headboard. Once again, he rolls his eyes. Before he sits on the bed, he grabs his puppy plushie from the corner. Sitting with her, holding her in his arms, he pouts. Taemin didn't even pet her fur all back the same way.

"I'm sorry he’s such a prude," he tells her, petting her gently to be all neat and proper again. "I know you don't care. I don't know why he cares; he doesn't even think you're, like, real with a soul and everything like I do. I don't know what his issue is." This has been an argument between the two of them since they first started dating, and Taemin has yet to see sense. Kissing his little puppy on the nose, on the cheeks, on the forehead, on each of her ears, he smiles. "He's so funny. He's so cute. Man I like him." man he really really really really really likes Taemin.

He can hear Taemin opening the front door, but a glance at his phone tells him that the driver is still around 5 minutes away. He must be out there doing plant gay stuff like photosynthesizing or smelling flowers or whatever. Good for him. Jonghyun grabs their old mp3 player connected to their speakers and starts their compromise playlist full of songs that both of them can chill and groove to. Then he picks up his laptop from the bedside table, opening it up to keep him company while he waits. His plushie puppy sits in the crook of his arm and watches.

He replies to some more messages, he looks through a little more news, and he's loading up a new episode of an anime they like for them to watch together when Taemin comes back into the bedroom. He's carrying an armload of stuff and he kicks the door open because of it, walking in speaking.

"I also got us some snacks in case–oh, christ." He dumps all of his stuff unceremoniously onto the bed with a scowl. "Give me that," he snaps. Again he snatches Jonghyun's puppy plushie from him, but this time while Jonghyun is whining and trying to grab her back, he takes her to the window and sits her in front of it. "There," he says, gesturing. "Now it can look outside.”

"What if she gets lonely?"Jonghyun asks, distressed. She likes having company. He doesn't want her to be all alone over there.

"God," Taemin says, rolling his eyes. "Give me nightmare kitty." He holds out his hands, demanding. Jonghyun humphs, but he does, opening up Taemin's headboard cupboard and pulling out his little stuffed cat. He tosses her over; Taemin catches her and puts her next to Jonghyun's puppy. He even puts their paws over each other. "There, see? They’re girlfriends. Are you happy?"

Jonghyun isn't, but he is willing to accept the compromise anyway. He shrugs, turning his attention to all of the stuff that Taemin dropped. In addition to their breakfast order, it's a big bag of chips, a package of cookies, and their whole entire fruit bowl, all half full of what's left since they went shopping a few days ago. There's also about six bottles of water.

"Anyway, I got us some snacks in case we got hungry after breakfast so we wouldn't have to get up again," Taemin says. He pulls his boxers and sweater off and hops onto his side of the bed. He's bright and smiley again, like he's over it, and when he pulls a tiny white flower from behind his ear and sticks it behind Jonghyun's, Jonghyun is the same. He can't stay grumpy at that. And also, he's so fucking excited for food.

When he opens up his box and is greeted with his frenchie toastie sticks and his little sausages and his mountain of nice soft hash browns, he almost gets a boner again. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah. Taemin is feeling the same, whispering the curses over and over as he opens up his hash of potatoes, eggs, peppers, onions, and sausage, with pancakes and toast on the side.

Taemin also got himself a carton of milk, no straw, and Jonghyun scrunches his nose as he watches Taemin drink straight from the cardboard. Nasty. He avoids looking at it by opening up his little container of syrup and starting the anime episode. Taemin says "oh fuck yeah" again and scoots closer to watch.

Breakfast passes leisurely like that, with just the two of them cross-legged on their bed enjoying each other's company. They talk, they make jokes about the show, they laugh so hard sometimes that they have to pause the episode and rewind a little bit to watch what they missed. Taemin steals some of Jonghyun's frenchie toastie sticks, and Jonghyun takes half of one of his pancakes. At least 12 times, they kiss each other. On the mouth, on their cheeks, on their shoulders, the one time Taemin halfway tackles Jonghyun to blow a raspberry on his tummy.

When they finish, they don't have a nut competition to see who has to get up and clean up. Jonghyun just loses at rock paper scissors 5 times in a row and gets up to do it himself with a sigh. He takes everything to the kitchen and deposits it all either into the trash or the recycling bin. On the way back, he grabs a couple more water bottles, just in case, and takes a detour into the bathroom. He heard Taemin brushing his teeth earlier while he was moving the candles around. He should probably do that too. Better late than never.

Coming back to the bedroom, he has to stop in the doorway to let his heart melt. There is Taemin, all curled up on his side, pillow under his chin, passed out. Of course he is, content and sleepy with a tummy full of food. Big baby. Half of their snacks and water bottles are up on the headboard and the other half are still spilled over the bed; he probably fell asleep in the middle of moving them. Big loser baby.

Jonghyun puts all his water bottles next to the ones on the headboard, then leans over Taemin and kisses his cheek. The only reply Taemin gives is to nuzzle closer to his pillow. Jonghyun chuckles softly. He really is asleep. He puts all of their snacks up top as well, and grabs a water for himself and cracks it open. Getting settled in bed next to Taemin, he grabs his laptop back for himself. He's feeling some kind of way, some kind of productive, some kind of in love. In love enough to write a song about it.

He opens up an empty document and swirls his fingers over his touchpad, thinking. He empties his mind of everything but Taemin and just lets the words come to him, emotions that pass through his fingers to the keyboard and appear on the screen. It's sloppy, raw, but that's fine. He'll edit it later. He just wants to get his emotions out how they are now, humming to himself as he does so to see how he'll fit the words into a tune when he's done.

Jonghyun keeps at that for a while, and then lets himself stop when he feels the inspiration start to leave him. He never likes forcing himself to write when he doesn't have the writing juice in him. By the time he saves and closes the document, Taemin has shifted closer to him in his sleep. He has his arm wrapped around Jonghyun's thigh instead of his pillow. Jonghyun has been absent-mindedly petting him this whole time, but now he looks down at him, smiling, enamored.

He's so cute. Jonghyun touches his face, gentle, drawing one finger down his nose. Taemin scrunches it, rubs it against his leg. Jonghyun stifles a laugh into his fingers, then pinches his soft squishy cheek. Adorable. A moment later, his eyebrows rise into his hair when he gently squishes Taemin's bottom lip and Taemin sucks on his finger.

It's the tiniest, smallest little suction, but it's there, Taemin's lips closing around his finger. Jonghyun smiles, feeling Taemin's tongue also coming out to play with the pad of his finger. He wonders what else Taemin will do in his sleep today.

Get hard, apparently; as Jonghyun pushes his finger a little bit further into his mouth, he makes a soft little noise around it, his hips shifting forward and back. Jonghyun watches his cock twitch, feels Taemin's fingers digging into his leg. Jonghyun bites his lip. Not to go exposing himself or anything, but his thighs are one of his most sensitive areas. Just this, just the feeling of Taemin's nails digging into him, has him shivering, his own cock twitching.

Gently, so he doesn't interrupt Taemin's nap, he rolls Taemin over to his back. Taemin goes like a feather, smacking his lips and adjusting his head to get comfortable. His half chub flops against his thigh. Jonghyun puts his laptop on the bedside table and scoots down the bed so he can reach Taemin's cock. Smiling at it, he touches it just as gently as he touched his lips. He trails his finger down the shaft, but it's not until he starts playing with the head that Taemin makes more noise.

Jonghyun amuses himself like that, circling his thumb and pointer finger around the head of Taemin's cock, squeezing it, pulling sometimes, sometimes smoothing his thumb over the tip and pressing it against the hole, and listening to Taemin's sleepy, quiet noises. Not really whimpers, but something close, little hums as his hips minutely rock up into Jonghyun's hand.

It's very entertaining, but Jonghyun made a mistake when he was positioning himself over here. The way he's sitting, knees drawn up to his chest, is making the plug in him put pressure just under his prostate in a very distracting way. A very good way, but very distracting. Soon he's just as hard as Taemin and, he might say, just as desperate.

The moment a thick, pearly white bead of precum oozes out of the tip of Taemin's cock, Jonghyun calls it. He's done playing. He swings his leg over Taemin's hips, settling on his knees above him. With his right hand, he eases the plug out of his bootyhole, loving every millisecond of pressure and pleasure as it pulls on his rim, and then loving even more every nanosecond of the same that he gets as he sits himself down on Taemin's cock.

He pushes himself down until he bottoms out. Once he's comfortable sitting on Taemin's hips, he pops the plug into his mouth so he can suck it clean. It's just big enough to be uncomfortable; just big enough to make his mouth and his cock drool. For a time, he just enjoys the feeling of Taemin's cock in him again, the stretch, the pressure. He grinds slowly, back and forth, in little circles. If he angles himself just right, Taemin's cock presses on his prostate real good. He saves that angle for when he wants to give himself something a little special.

Watching Taemin, he wonders what he's dreaming about. Something good, hopefully. Jonghyun, hopefully. Although, maybe not, because after a few minutes of Jonghyun enjoying himself, Taemin slowly lifts his arms above his head. And not only that; he crosses them at the wrists and clenches them softly like he's holding onto something. A shadow of a smirk flits over his lips between snores. Jonghyun finds himself matching it. He hopes whoever Taemin thinks he's getting dommed by right now is hot.

He wishes he could be there in Taemin's dream, watching. He would never bother with tying Taemin up, but he sure as hell would watch someone else do it. In hell, maybe. He knows Taemin likes being surrounded by his hot buff demons. Jonghyun would watch, and sit by his head, hold his hands, kiss his sweet mouth. Hold his legs open for whoever is between them. Shush and coo at him while he writhes and begs for more, maybe begs for mercy. Maybe slip down there after each one is finished with him, to clean his asshole or his cock up, get him all pretty and perfect again for his next use.

A chill runs down Jonghyun's spine at that very thought. He picks himself up in Taemin's lap, then fucks himself back down nice and slow, staring down at his pretty sleeping face without really seeing it. He’s seeing himself as a cleanup toy instead, subbier than sub, not even worth getting fucked. Just there to be cute and swallow cum. And when he's all done cleaning up, and Taemin is all conked out from a hard day's work of being a sex toy, Jonghyun could take him into their own a private quarters and ride him, just like this, using him one more time for his own pleasure, a treat that he finally deserves after being denied all day, and–

Jonghyun's orgasm hits him out of what feels like nowhere. It has him gasping, growling, scrunching up, curling into himself, digging his fingers into Taemin's hips. The plug finally falls from his mouth, getting lost somewhere probably, but it's better than accidentally breaking it by biting too hard. Images flash through his mind, scenes from his imagination mixed in with Taemin beautiful underneath him in between blinks.

And when his orgasm ends as suddenly as it started, he sits there and laughs at himself. Wow. Wowie wee wow. Panting, he pushes his fingers through his hair. He really lets himself get carried away with his imagination sometimes. He deserves it, but still. It's a little funny.

He blinks himself back into focus and surveys the real life scene in front of him. Taemin is still asleep, of course. It takes more than Jonghyun cumming on his dick to get him to wake up. Jonghyun is a little surprised that the absolute blast of cum on his stomach and chest didn't do it, though. Some of it is even past his collar bones, flirting with his neck. Jonghyun wiggles, proud of himself.

Then he keeps wiggling, slower, enjoying himself still. Now that he's got that nut out of him, he can go back to his nice, slow, luxurious grinding. He leans forward and sideways to reach for his phone so he can look through it while he does so. Minho is texting him; smiling, Jonghyun texts back, having a nice little conversation.

That keeps him occupied until it peters out to a natural end, and then Jonghyun tosses his phone back onto the bedside table and goes back to occupying himself with the beautiful way that Taemin's lips part every time he snores. He almost wants to kiss them. No, he does want to kiss them, and he's just about to when Taemin wakes up.

It's not a sudden or obvious thing; Jonghyun only knows because he knows Taemin so well. He recognizes the raising of his eyebrows, the tucking of his chin, the squished little grunt from his throat. Taemin blinks open his eyes slowly, focuses in on Jonghyun, and smiles, sleepy and gorgeous.

"Hello hello, my beautiful one," he croaks. He lowers his hands down to yawn into them, and then he lowers them down even more to settle on Jonghyun's hips. "Having fun?" he asks.

Jonghyun smiles at him from his heart, shimmying his shoulders a little bit. "Of course," he says. How could he not, with Taemin under him? Jonghyun bites his lip. He means to ask Taemin what he was dreaming about, but somewhere between his brain and his mouth, the thought path diverges. It goes from Taemin's dream, to dreams, to Jonghyun's dreams, to the dream he was having this morning, and mixes that back in with Taemin, so what comes out of his mouth instead is, "have you ever thought about being, like, a handsome werewolf, or a dog boy, or something? with a knot?"

"Uhhhh," Taemin says. He seriously considers the question like he was completely prepared for it and it just fit in with the natural flow of the conversation. Jonghyun smiles, tongue between his lips. Love of his life. After a moment, Taemin scrunches his nose, pouts a little bit.

"I don't know,” he says. "I don't really like, like. Nonhuman dicks, you know?"

"I–bwuh–what?" Jonghyun bursts out, baffled, laughing. No, he doesn't fucking know that. "With all of the fucking. Monster and and demon and alien fucker porn that you watch? hello?" He doesn't think he's ever actually seen Taemin watching porn with a real human being in it.

"Okay, well, okay," Taemin says, grimacing. He tried to raise his voice, but it got stuck in his throat, and he coughs, trying to clear it. "Buh." He reaches up for the headboard, making grabby hands for the water bottles he can't reach. "Wawa," he begs. Jonghyun gives him his own water bottle instead with just a few gulps left in it so he doesn't spill a fresh one all over himself lying down. Taemin takes it, drinks at all, crunches it up, throws it across the room, and misses the recycle bin by a mile.

"A lot of times, in those animations, all of the aliens have human shaped dicks anyway," he continues. "I like those ones the most. Like, look." He reaches down and gently holds Jonghyun's dick, still soft after his nut a while ago. Smiling at it, he says, "she's so cute. Round. Shaped like a friend." He taps his thumb on the tip of Jonghyun's dick, stimming with it. "I like her. I like human dicks." then he frowns. "But people always want to make the tip spiky, or make it bumpy all over, or bulbous ." The word sounds like spoiled milk in his mouth and Jonghyun laughs again, covering his mouth with his hand. Taemin looks away from his dick, up at him, sheepish. "I don't like it," he says.

"Yeah," Jonghyun sighs. "I guess that's valid." He guesses that makes sense and isn't something he can complain about. He's not going to vanilla shame his favorite little bug. Taemin reaches up and pinches his cheek softly.

"Out of all of them, if I had to pick one," he says. "I wouldn't mind having a knot. If I could knot you with it." And from his smile, the tenderness of his fingers, the warmth in his eyes, Jonghyun knows that he isn't just saying that. He really means it. Jonghyun practically swoons; that's so romantic.

"Yeah?" he asks. He wants to hear Taemin say it again. Taemin, always one to indulge him in his neediness, bounces his head up and down.

"Definitely," he says. He reaches around Jonghyun, holding his small booty in his small hands. "If I could knot you, and mark you, that's a thing for werewolves, right? Mark you as mine so everyone knows who you belong to." He lifts Jonghyun up, pushes him back down. Jonghyun gets the hint and does half of the work himself, riding Taemin slowly. He's all sensitive, even more so at the thought of being owned, but he bites his lip to keep himself quiet, nodding at Taemin to keep going. Taemin yawns into his shoulder, then digs his fingers into Jonghyun's booty and pulls him open.

"If I could lock myself into you," Taemin sighs wistfully. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and smiling at the ceiling. "Keep you on my cock, cumming in you for hours. Carry you around with me. Show you off to everyone. What a little cumslut you are." He opens his eyes just a crack. They glitter behind his lashes; they make Jonghyun's heart flutter. His cock throbs, getting harder and harder with every word. Taemin sure does know how to make him horny inside of his heart.

"Yeah, you wanna fannypack me?" he prompts. He loves that idea, he adores that idea, he wants to hear more of–

"I wanna what?" Taemin asks. He's frowning, a little scrunch between his eyebrows, and he holds Jonghyun still in his lap. "What's that?"

"You don't–you've never heard of fannypacking?" Jonghyun asks. He goes still also, eyes wide. It seems right up Taemin's alley, but, no, he's shaking his head, hair falling into his eyes. Jonghyun gasps dramatically. "Oh my gosh," he says. "It's so good. It's–okay, well." He hesitates, looking up at the ceiling, trying to think about the easiest way to describe it. Admittedly, it's not the simplest of positions. "It's," he says. He laughs, wheezes a little bit, bashful. "It's, um. Basically." He looks back to Taemin, smiling, and then laughs and hides his face when he finds that Taemin is also trying to hold back laughter. Gosh. Embarrassing. "Basically ," he starts again, trying to be confident with it.

"It's when the bottom is, like, tied to the top? Vertically. With the dick in the hole. Like. Like, it's. You know what? Here." He gives up and reaches for his phone instead. He'll just show Taemin. He thumbs through until he gets to his horny blog, then types in his fannypacking tag (hot pocket) and hands it over. Taemin rubs his eyes with his palm before he takes the phone.

At first, he scrolls through all of the artwork with a neutral expression; then he snorts quietly. "Size queen," he mutters. Jonghyun, grumbling, feeling attacked for no good reason, reaches forward and flicks his nipple. "Hey," Taemin pouts. He grabs Jonghyun's wrist, and then just holds on to it affectionately. "Hey, wait," he says a moment later.

Jonghyun watches his thumb stop scrolling and then scroll back up. He smiles. Nice. He's in. He's got him now. "This is," Taemin says. He licks his lips, then actually zooms in on whichever one he's looking at. His adams apple bob's in an audible swallow. "This is really hot? Hold on. Come here."

He sits up, but just to grab Jonghyun by the shoulders and bring him back down with him. Jonghyun lands with a squeak on his forearms and then doesn't have time to resettle himself before Taemin is bending his legs to plant his heels into the mattress and fucking up hard and sharp into him. Jonghyun gasps, gritting his teeth, loving it, the suddenness of it, the desperate need that Taemin is fucking him with.

"God, oh my god," Taemin whispers. "Gonna chain you to me, never gonna let you go, mine all mine," and then he's cumming.

It surprises Jonghyun, he'll admit. He definitely wasn't expecting it to be that fast. He didn't even get to get fully back into his own horny mood after that little break. He still shivers at the new hot flood of fresh cum in his ass, but still. He doesn't get anything else from that except laughter. Quiet, adoring, against Taemin's hair. Kissing him, he says, "so you like it?"

"A little bit," Taemin pants into his neck. He starts peppering kisses all over it, just like he was that morning, like he's so in love that he can't bear how small each kiss is. Picking up his phone before it gets lost underneath the bed sheets, Jonghyun rolls his eyes at the picture on the screen. Of course the one that got Taemin was the one where the top and the bottom both had matching chain collars. Sappy little homo.

It takes Taemin a full minute to kiss himself out. He ends it by pushing Jonghyun off of him, holding his face in his little hands, and just pecking the tip of his nose. And then, obviously, Jonghyun is so overcome with emotion about that that he has to kiss all over Taemin's face for a minute. Taemin accepts it with minimal squirming. Politely, when he's done, Jonghyun grabs a tissue from the headboard and gently wipes away all of the spitty spots he left on Taemin's face. He crumples up the tissue when he's done and misses the garbage can even worse than Taemin did earlier.

"Anyway," Taemin says. It's a relaxed sigh of a breath. His hands play on Jonghyun's sides, tickling up his ribs, smoothing down his waist. "Want to play viddy game?" he asks. Jonghyun perks up instantly. He loves viddy game.

"Hell yeah," he says. "Something co-op?"

"Of course," Taemin says. He sits up clumsily. Jonghyun starts moving to get off of him until Taemin wraps his arms tight around his waist and keeps him in his lap. "No," he mumbles, speaking into Jonghyun's shoulder. "We can do this."

"We can–what? Oh. Oh my gosh." Jonghyun laughs as Taemin starts struggling to the end of the bed, huffing and puffing as he scoots an inch at a time with Jonghyun wobbling in his lap. "Yeah, sure, okay," he agrees. They can totally do this. He starts doing his best to help, leaning back and using his hands to pull them along, pushing with his heels.

Mostly what he winds up doing is pushing around the loose sheets, but Taemin is doing the same thing. They make it to the end of the bed anyway, all the way until Taemin's feet are on the floor and Jonghyun is clinging tight around his neck to make sure he doesn't fall over backwards and bonk his head. There, Jonghyun has about five seconds to wonder what Taemin's plan is now.

Taemin tightens his arms around Jonghyun's waist, plants his feet, and stands up. Quickly, giggling, Jonghyun locks his ankles around Taemin's waist. He's impressed; Taemin takes two entire steps on his tired, orgasm shaky legs before he falters and wheezes out a laugh.

"Nope," he says quickly, "nope. Nope nope nope. Absolutely not." As he says all of this, he pivots and swings Jonghyun, throwing him bodily back onto the bed. Jonghyun lands hard and loud, laughing partly because it's fun but mostly because the feeling of Taemin's dick sliding out of him in mid-air is something he doesn't think he's ever going to forget. He laughs and laughs and laughs, letting it fill up his throat, his lungs, his entire body with its euphoria.

The only reason he stops laughing is because Taemin taps him urgently on the knee. Wiping his eyes–he was actually crying a little bit–Jonghyun props himself up on his elbows and hums his curiosity.

"Where's my switch?" Taemin asks. He's holding Jonghyun's special edition pastel pink switch, but his own original red and blue one isn't in the dock connected to the tv on top of the dresser where it's supposed to be. Jonghyun rolls his eyes. Three times a week this gremlin loses his console.

"Weren't you and Kai playing in the kitchen yesterday?" he asks. "It’s probably still in there."

"Man," Taemin whines. He puts Jonghyun's switch down and sighs, heading out of the room. "Be right back," he grumbles.

Jonghyun watches him go, chuckling. He really likes that little goober. He yawns, stretching his arms over his head. Big day already, and it's barely noon thirty. He's very pleased with the both of them for deciding to do this today.

He flops to his back, and then rolls over to his stomach, and then stops halfway there with a squeak when his dick rubs against the fabric of the sheets. Oh, yeah. He got so caught up in the excitement of being in love that he forgot he had a boner. It's not a super boner or anything, but the thing is that it's sensitive after three orgasms and starting up but then losing steam for a fourth.

And not just his cock; now that he's aware of his horny bits, he is entirely focusing on how his bootyhole is so sensitive after 5 fuckings in 4 hours that even as he lies here, he can feel the cum oozing out of his rim.

He brings his right hand to his mouth, sucking on his pinky and ring finger, smiling to himself, feeling a little devious. He thinks. Maybe. He deserves little a fingering himself. As a treat.

He quickly makes sure that he's still on top of the cummy sheets and not the clean ones, and then gets himself more settled and comfortable on his back. He doesn't bother sucking on the fingers of his left hand. He just drags them down around his thigh, trailing them lightly over his hole to gauge his own reaction. It's immediate: a full body tingle and that spreads from his asshole to the very tips of his hair.

Smiling wide around his fingers, Jonghyun just plays with his rim, tracing it, hooking one fingertip in there and pulling gently, playing with the cum that floods out onto his hand. He's gaping a little bit. He can tell. He bites his lip, closing his eyes, imagining how he looks down there, all dark and flushed and creamy, opening and closing around his own finger. Craving for more. Craving to be filled, to be fucked open, to be left gaping wide and loose, proof that he's been a good little fucktoy.

His boner starts coming back in full force. He takes his right hand away from his mouth to take it up, jerking himself off slowly. This orgasm has been so drawn out that every single centimeter that he moves both in his ass and on his cock is a fireworks show of sensation throughout his entire body. He feels like, at this point, the tiniest little thing would set him off.

"Oh, you can't do that to me." Jonghyun's eyes snap open. Taemin is in the doorway, switch in his hand. Jonghyun blinks once, twice. Taemin throws his switch on to the dresser, starting forward before Jonghyun can't even really process his reappearance. "Oh no, oh no, oh no you can't, oh my god, you can't do that to me, oh no." He sounds distressed, desperate, absolutely fucking desolate. He looks the same in the two seconds before he's throwing himself on top of Jonghyun.

Somehow he's hard again already and his cock finds its way into Jonghyun's asshole so easily, so fucking easily like it belongs there, like it was made to be in there. Absolutely exploding with joy, his every nerve alight, Jonghyun bends in half like paper when Taemin grabs him by the backs of his knees and holds him wide open. The whole time, Taemin whispers, whines, about how Jonghyun can't, can't, can't. About how perfect he is.

Taemin is sloppy, fervent. Easy. With the hand he was using to finger himself, Jonghyun grabs Taemin's ass instead. He guides Taemin, channeling all of his raw energy to fuck him deeper, harder, better. And he makes sure to do that quickly, because he knows his orgasm is coming along fast.

As soon as Taemin pulls himself together enough to follow the rhythm Jonghyun is pushing him into, Jonghyun relinquishes his little bit of control and lets himself just enjoy it. Enjoy the bruises being pressed into the backs of his thighs, Taemin's breath hot on his face, his words quiet and rough in his head. Enjoy every single tiny movement that pushes and pulls on his rim, that leaves him empty and then fills him up again, that touches nerves inside of him that make his brain feel fuzzy. Enjoy Taemin closing his hand around Jonghyun's so they're pumping his cock together, hot and tight and fast.

Enjoy his orgasm as it rushes through him, huge and powerful, electrifying him from the inside out, so powerful that his vision goes blurry, so powerful that he feels his own cum hitting him in the chin.

Taemin might have been absolutely overcome with lust, but he still works Jonghyun during his orgasm to make it last as long as possible, until he's twitching, trembling, giggling with his hand over his eyes to block out the light, pleasure in every molecule of his body.

Hell yeah.

Slowly he comes out of it. His vision focuses back in, his heart slows down, his lungs stop working overtime. He notices, once again, that he completely missed Taemin cumming. He can only tell because of Taemin's ragged breathing, the fresh new warmth inside of his booty hole. Good for him.

"Hey, Jonghyun?" Taemin says. He still has that faraway, on-another-planet look in his eyes. His voice sounds like it's coming from somewhere 300 miles inside of him. He smiles as beautiful as all of the stars in the galaxy. "I think you're pretty neat," he says.

Jonghyun beams, chest bursting with love. A universe of emotion was behind that pretty neat and Jonghyun can pick up on it just from the curl at the edge of Taemin's smile.

"Thanks," he replies warmly. He slides his hand up Taemin's body to rest on his chest, right under his heart. "I think you're super duper."

Taemin's heart thuds faster. He inhales big, exhales slow. He leans down and kisses Jonghyun's cheek once. "Now if you'll excuse me," he says. He extracts himself from Jonghyun and staggers back to the tv, rubbing his palms into his eyes. Jonghyun snorts, letting him go. Like he was the one that decided to go hog wild just then.

He stretches out on the bed, arms reaching towards the headboard, legs straight over empty space. Feeling mischievous, he reaches over with his foot to poke Taemin's booty. He quickly lets his foot drop to the ground and smiles innocently at the ceiling when Taemin jumps and turns to glare at him.

Taemin takes a while at the tv. It always takes him a while to remember how to get the tv from the trashy daytime judge show tv channel to the video game channel. While he's working on it, Jonghyun clambers up the bed to grab the bag of chips and a new water bottle for each of them, then fixes the sheets and sits himself pretty on his knees at the edge.

Finally Taemin gets it. He turns around with his controllers and Jonghyun's switch. Jonghyun brushes his fingers over his hands when he takes it just because he knows it'll make Taemin shiver. And then, when Taemin sits down next to him on the bed, he swoops over him and into his lap, guiding his cock back into his asshole in one easy movement. That makes Taemin shudder so hard he drops both of his own controllers. Jonghyun hides his smirk by kissing his cheeks, kissing down his neck. He loves messing with Taemin when he's oversensitive after an orgasm.

Once Taemin is pouting against his hair, Jonghyun is satisfied. He simply hooks his chin over his shoulder, wraps his arms around his waist, crosses legs behind his booty, and picks up his switch, smiling down at it. They're playing stardew valley. Taemin's farm. Lovely.

As soon as the game loads and they wake up, Taemin grabs the bag of chips to open it up and start eating. Jonghyun takes the chance to rush over to him in the game and steal the first smooch of the day.

Taemin catches up to him outside watering the crops after dusting crumbs off of his hands and smooches him back.

They settle into the routine of the farm comfortably: watering and harvesting, flirting with people in the town, Taemin going down to the beach to fish while Jonghyun heads into the mines to be a cool sword lesbian. They update each other whenever they’re going to buy something expensive, they gossip about their headcanons for the characters, they chase each other around every morning desperately trying to be the first one to smooch. They take turns to take chips out of the bag and call each other gay when their hands accidentally brush together.

While he's away from the farm, Taemin fills Jonghyun's house up with scarecrows so much that he can't even move once he steps in the front door, then laughs sharp and loud when Jonghyun finds out. In retaliation, Jonghyun waits for him to go fishing and then methodically surrounds his house with as many layers of fences that he possibly can. He steals his axe, too, so he can't break them down, and then doesn't give it back until Taemin starts begging for it. They get divorced and then married again the next day, just for the drama of it.

They get bored.

Well. Jonghyun gets bored. There's only so long that he can be invested in one thing. He can't hyper focus on video games like Taemin can. It's been almost a whole hour. He announces his boredom, rubbing his cheek against Taemin's head in real life, running in circles around him in the game. Taemin starts running circles with him, rubbing his back with his free hand.

"Do you want to play something else?" he asks. Jonghyun thinks, yawns, shakes his head.

"I'll just watch you play," he says. That's always fun.

"Oki," Taemin hums. "Gonna be a horrible goose."

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jonghyun says. He loves watching Taemin being a horrible little goose terrorizing a nice little town. He waits for Taemin to save and quit stardew valley before he turns his own switch off and gets up. It's a little difficult to; their chests and tummy stick together the tiniest bit, glued to each other by the two separate loads of cum that Jonghyun landed on each one of them. He has to wait a couple minutes to finish laughing about it before he can actually get up.

He puts the console back next to the tv, where it belongs, and then gets back on Taemin's dick, where he belongs. He doesn't straddle Taemin, though; he sets himself across his lap, knees drawn up, one arm around his waist and the other around his neck. He noses against Taemin's cheek, kisses it, licks it, and then looks away innocently.

Taemin bites his jawline hard, but then kisses it very soft and gentle after, so Jonghyun guesses they're even.

The chip bag lies open next to Jonghyun's foot. Jonghyun picks it up, looking inside. Too much to finish off at once. He just clips it closed and tosses it towards the front of the bed. He drinks his water, offers the bottle to Taemin, and then gets comfortable with his head on his shoulder and ready to watch.

A little while in, his eyelids droop. His eyes sting a little bit from looking at his screen for so long. He yawns again. He holds Taemin tighter, snuggling in. Maybe he'll doze a little bit.

Slowly, he does, fading in and out. He watches a few minutes of Taemin playing the game, he rests his eyes for a few minutes. Sometimes when he fades back in, it's because Taemin is adjusting him in his lap, or because Taemin is softly kissing his throat. Every time he hums happily, soaking up all of the adoration.

After what has to be another 20 minutes, he blinks his eyes open when he hears Taemin quietly say, "what the fuck is that?"

"Hmm?" he asks, rubbing his fingers into his eyes. Taemin is turned away from the tv, digging in the crumpled up folds of the sheets behind himself. He pulls out something round and pink and glass; after a moment, Jonghyun recognizes it. His cherry blossom plug. "Oh," he says. "I dropped that, earlier, when you were sleeping and I was riding you."

"You were riding me?" Taemin asks blankly. Jonghyun nods, smiling against his cheek.

"I nutted and everything," he says happily. "You didn't. Just me. That's where this came from." He touches the dry little splatter of cum that's still on Taemin's neck.

"Hot," Taemin mumbles. Then, "here. Up.” Getting one arm under Jonghyun's knees and the other behind his back, he lifts him off of his dick and gently puts him back down in his lap. Jonghyun is halfway to pouting when Taemin touches the tip of the plug to his hole. Then he gasps instead, biting his lip. Yeah, okay. He'll trade being a cock warmer for getting his bootyhole played with.

A glance at the tv shows and that Taemin must have switched from being a horrible little goose to watching someone else play a video game that they don't have a while ago. The video still plays now, and Taemin watches it as he pushes just the tip of the plug in Jonghyun's hole and twists it slowly back and forth. It looks like one of those games that Taemin likes with spooky scary stuff and undefined lore; Jonghyun lets his eyes slide back shut.

He pulls all of his focus down to what his Taemin is doing between his legs. He's pushing the plug in and out just a centimeter while he twists it. It's an absentminded, repetitive motion. He's stimming with it, stimming with Jonghyun's asshole. Even so, Jonghyun can tell that he's putting some thought into it, because as the minutes pass by, he switches it up.

He pushes it in a little further, so it stays, and then just moves it in slow circles, stretching Jonghyun's rim all around, teasing his insides with the tip. And then a few minutes later, he pushes it almost to the widest part and then lets it slip back out, pushes it back in, lets it fall out. Every time Jonghyun thinks he's going to push it all the way in, and every time he gasps, breath catching in his throat.

Jonghyun is hard again. He doesn't even have to look, or move to jerk himself off. He can feel it in the pulse of his balls and the throbbing of his veins. He's trying his very hardest to keep his hips still–he doesn't want to ruin Taemin's rhythm–but it's hard.

It becomes impossible a minute later because Taemin decides to push the plug in all the way. It catches Jonghyun off guard–the stretch, the pressure, the release, the way Taemin pushes hard against the round base to get it as deep as it can possibly be inside of him. Jonghyun whimpers a little, grabbing at Taemin's head, twisting his fingers into his hair. Taemin laughs quietly. His lips brush the tip of his nose.

"Hey," he says then. "I'm sorry I went so feral on you earlier."

"What?" Jonghyun asks, startled into his own sleepy laughter. He opens his eyes, blinking the room into focus. Taemin's video is paused on the tv screen and he’s busy brushing soft kisses all over Jonghyun's cheek. His fingers still move on the plug, rolling it against Jonghyun. Every time he does, it teases just under his prostate. "It's fine," Jonghyun pants between pulses of pleasure. "I liked it." He loved it. It was exactly what he needed in the moment and it made him feel like the hottest little babe on the planet to boot.

"Yeah, but," Taemin says. He exhales through his nose, pressing his forehead against Jonghyun's temple. "Embarrassing," he says. Jonghyun snorts. Sure.

"If you say so," he shrugs. "Is that why you're making this all nice and slow for me?" he asks.

"Maybe." A smile lurks in the corners of the Taemin's voice. Jonghyun shifts to get more comfortable in his lap, rolling his hips up into Taemin's hand.

"I promise I'll enjoy it super good then," he says. If Taemin is putting extra effort into pleasing him, he'll put extra effort into being pleased. It only seems fair.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Taemin mutters. He's trying to sound grumpy that Jonghyun is being bratty, but Jonghyun knows that he loves it. And Taemin knows that he knows, so Jonghyun isn't sure why he's trying so hard. It's cute, at least.

Now that they're both really focusing on it, Taemin picks up his game. The way he moves the plug changes from absent and simple to intent, purposeful. He starts doing Jonghyun's favorite thing: he pulls it all the way out until just the tip is pressed against his hole and then he pushes it all the way back in.

He fucks Jonghyun with it nice and slow, dragging the glass against his rim. Every time he's pushing it in, he pauses when it's at the widest part, and every time he's pulling it out, he teases it against his rim, tugging at it, before he pops it out. He whispers against Jonghyun's ear, asks him if he can hold on to it, if he can keep it from sinking in, and then Taemin tells him to keep it in, keep it in, keep it in for me , even as he's pulling it out and leaving him empty.

So far, all of Jonghyun's orgasms had come up on him fast, hit him suddenly with bangs . This one, though, creeps up on him like lava through his veins. Taemin brings him to the edge and then keeps them there, trembling, for what feels like hours. Jonghyun can't get a proper breath in and it makes him light headed. Every inch of him feels fuzzy, tingly, dizzy. And when he finally cums, when Taemin finally takes him soaring over the edge and into his orgasm, nothing changes. All anything does is get more powerful, more intense, from breathtaking to soul shaking.

It washes over him in waves throughout his whole body, making every muscle cramp until he's all curled up, twitching, hyperventilating almost, clenching his teeth so hard he can hear them creak, his hands balled so tightly into fists that he digs his nails into his skin. He cums so hard he can feel his balls squeezing, his cock jerking with the force of each shot. He cums so hard that he can't feel his toes.

Taemin holds him through it, keeping him upright, reminding him to breathe, reassuring him that he's okay, that he's good, that he's perfect.

It takes a minute for his vision to be anything more than blurry spots of light. Slowly, inch by inch, body part by body part, he unclenches, uncurls, relaxes. Vaguely, he can feel Taemin massaging his muscles. His arms, his abs, his thighs, dexterous fingers smoothing up and down his neck, sliding all the way down to hold each hand and press little circles into his palms with his thumbs.

Breathing hard, Jonghyun finally looks up into Taemin's face.

He's smirking. Of course he is. Smug little gremlin. Jonghyun can't say he doesn't deserve it, though. He leans in to press his lips to his cheek.

"Oh, thank you," Taemin says cutely. "Here." He hands Jonghyun a peeled little tangerine. Jonghyun takes it, confused.

"Did you have this with you the whole time?" he asks. He doesn't remember Taemin grabbing a tangerine when he brought the chips over.

"What? No, I just grabbed it, like, two minutes ago," Taemin says. "When I put you down?"

"You put me down?" Jonghyun asks, baffled. What the fuck. He looks around; he's still in Taemin's lap, cradled and comfy. "And then you picked me back up?" he demands. He refuses to believe it. He did not experience that.

"Oh my god," Taemin laughs. "Eat your cutie, cutie."

"No, like, legitimately," Jonghyun insists. "Did you really?”

"Yes," Taemin says. "Legitimately. Holy shit. Drink your water, too." He holds the water bottle to Jonghyun's mouth, helping him take a sip. Jonghyun obeys in a daze. He runs his shaky hand through his hair. What the fuck. He pops the entire tangerine into his mouth at once, chewing slowly. He guesses he believes Taemin. He doesn't know why Taemin would lie to him. Wild. "You ever nut so hard...?" Taemin mumbles, leaving the question trailing. Jonghyun chokes on the last of his swallow, coughing through his silent laughter.

"You ever nut so hard you black out for a couple minutes?" he asks, grinning. He has. He would definitely recommend it. "Hey, Taem?" he says. "That was–" and he laughs again, trying to talk through his huffs of breath. "That was really good," he says. "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem," Taemin says. He's speaking through his own soft, breathy laughter. He nuzzles in under Jonghyun's chin, kissing his neck. He's started petting Jonghyun's hair. "Do you want the plug back, or do you want to be on my dick?" he asks. The second part of that question sounds much more hopeful then the first, but Taemin holds up the plug all the same, pink and shiny with spit. Of course cleaned up all of his own cum before Jonghyun could get to it.

Jonghyun hesitates for a moment, thinking. He does very much want to be back on his favorite dick, but. He takes the plug instead, putting it inside of himself on his own.

"I think I need to lie down," he says. He's still. He's still some kind of way. The water and the tangerine helped, but even getting out of Taemin's lap is a production that he can't do without help. He slithers onto his stomach onto the bed, melting into it, very grateful for Taemin's small hands guiding him and smoothing the sheets out for him. He smiles at Taemin through his lashes, making a grabby hand for him. "Lie down with me," he demands.

Taemin obeys in an instant. He slides down dramatically on his side, one leg bent at the knee, propping his head up in his hand, smirking and winking when he gets eye level with Jonghyun. Giggling, Jonghyun wiggles around until he can copy the position. Then he leans in and very quickly smooches Taemin's nose. Just because he wants to.

"Ah!" Taemin exclaims loudly. "How dare." He glares, puffing up his cheeks, dramatic. Jonghyun smiles wickedly.

"Like this," he says, and does it again. Taemin squawks this time, indignant and furious. Aggressively rolling to his back, he crosses his arms over his chest and turns his nose away.

When Jonghyun wiggles his way over there, throwing his leg over his waist, clambering half on top of him, he finds that Taemin turned away to hide his smile. He tries to kiss Taemin's nose again. Taemin intercepts it by tilting his head up an inch and pecking his mouth softly. Jonghyun can't say that he minds.

He does try for the nose a couple more times, but Taemin just keeps tilting his head further and further, like a cat, until Jonghyun has to give up with a laugh. Another time. He'll get Taemin's nose another time.

For now, he settles down, snuggling into the crook of his right shoulder. He smooths his free hand over Taemin's tummy and chest, squishing his flab, poking his belly button, playing with his nipples to be annoying. Taemin wraps his arm around his waist, not minding any of it. He reaches up the bed until he can get a pillow between his fingertips. He pulls it down and gets it settled comfortably beneath his head, then finds his switch controllers in the covers and hands them to Jonghyun.

"Find us something to watch," he says.

Jonghyun gets them to his favorite tiny cooking channel. He smiles when he tosses the controllers down, content already. Tiny knives chopping tiny onions, tiny little candles powerring tiny little stoves. Wonderful. His own scented candles still burn on the dresser, flickering next to the tv. From here, he can tell that both of them are burning nice and even, all the way around to the edge of the jars, no tunneling. His nose has gotten used to their combination of scents already, but if he focuses, he can still pick up on the soft vanilla and sweet strawberry wafting through the air. Lovely.

Taemin's thumb runs back and forth over his ribs, his chest rises and falls under his hand, his heart beats and beats next to his ear. Perfect.

After the video, Taemin takes his turn and picks out a vine compilation from his recommendeds. Then Jonghyun picks a music loop machine performance, and then Taemin picks a music video. Jonghyun is scrolling through the related videos after that one to pick out something else when his phone chimes from the bedside table.

He recognizes the birdsong tune: "Oh! That's Jinki."

"You have a specific notification for Jinx on your phone?" Taemin asks.

"Yeah. I'm gay and I like him." Jonghyun gives Taemin the controllers and rolls over to his stomach, then clambers to his knees. He doesn't need to look at Taemin to know he's pouting, but he does anyway. It's cute and he would like to see it. "I have a specific one for you, too, you know," he says, exasperated. "It's the boingy spring noise, because, you know, boner."

Instantly Taemin decides that he'd rather gremlin cackle than pout. "God, that's so good," he says. Jonghyun smiles to himself. He knows it is.

Earlier, when he was still nutted out of this plane of existence, he laid down on Taemin's usual side of the bed. Now his phone is on the other side of Taemin. He could get up and walk around, or, he could just climb over Taemin. Obviously he chooses the latter, crawling over him carefully, diagonally, over to the top right corner of the bed.

It's no surprise at all when, halfway there, Taemin stops him with gentle hands on his hips. Jonghyun looks down; conveniently, Taemin has him hovering over his face, knees on either side of his head. Taemin draws one innocent finger down the v of his hip, twists it gently in his short pubes.

"You think you can go for one more yet?" he asks.

"Well," Jonghyun says. He taps his chin, pretending to think. "I won't know until I try." They give each other matching smirks. Taemin kisses up his left thigh, soft, tender, biting him gently. He massages Jonghyun's other thigh up to the crease, where he lets go to take up his cock instead.

He sucks it into his mouth slow and wet. His eyes slide shut, a happy hum vibrating from his throat to Jonghyun's cock. It makes Jonghyun hum as well, his own eyes sliding shut. He can feel himself getting hard again, already, blood traveling south for the sixth time today. He shuffles forward an inch or two on his knees, so he can be better above Taemin.

Both of them open their eyes again at the same time. Jonghyun smiles down at his Taemin, his love, and pushes his bangs out of his face. Taemin winks at him as he reaches around to grab his butt with his little hands. He uses the leverage and the better angle to suck Jonghyun further into his mouth, all the way to the base while he's still soft, a little more than two thirds down once he gets all the way hard.

He keeps his mouth nice and soft just the way Jonghyun likes, and lets him rock his hips, leisurely fuck into his favorite sloppy little hole. Sometimes, if Jonghyun is feeling mischievous, he'll hold on to Taemin's head and push his cock all the way into his mouth. He likes teasing Taemin's gag reflex. Just a little bit. Just until he's about to cough, about to choke. The way his throat works around Jonghyun's cock just before feels so fucking good it could make him nut in under a minute.

Taemin knows this, though, which must be the only reason why he physically stops Jonghyun the fourth time he tries to do it. He lets Jonghyun's cock fall out of his mouth, bob in the air, and splap wetly onto his cheek. There, he gives it little kisses all the way down the shaft until he reaches the balls.

Jonghyun gasps happily as he gives those a little special attention. Gentle kisses peppered over them, soft, delicate sucks, Taemin's tongue rolling decadent over them, like they're candy that he wants to keep in his mouth forever.

But he gives them up soon, making his way behind them. He pulls Jonghyun even further over him, angling him, angling himself to be able to lean in, pull out the plug, and lick into his asshole.

It's obvious that this was what he was going for when he first started this round. Jonghyun knew it, Taemin knew it, and he doesn't bother trying to disguise it. He groans into Jonghyun's ass, delving in there with broad, long strokes of his tongue. His little hands grip hard, fingernails pressing crescents into his booty cheeks, before he wraps his arms all the way around Jonghyun's waist instead and holds him like that, holds him fully on his face, mouth open against his hole, tongue never leaving except when he has to breathe. There's a faraway look in his dilated eyes as he blinks up at Jonghyun, like he's not really seeing him, or like he's seeing nothing but him. His cheeks are flushed, his expression so rapturous that he's practically glowing.

He's going easy on Jonghyun. He's holding himself back, restraining himself from eating him out the way he really wants to. He's trying to be nice, trying to be gentle, knowing that Jonghyun has to still be tired from his dynamite nut not even an hour ago. So he's sticking to the basics, going slow, forcing himself to be calm.

Jonghyun wishes that he wouldn't.

He wishes that Taemin would be as enthusiastic as he wants with him all the time. He can take it. He wants Taemin to just use him, do whatever he wants to him, hold him tight and force him to take it even if he started crying from the oversensitivity.

Still, though. He's not upset. He can't be upset, not when Taemin is treating him with such care, such tenderness. Today has been about nothing if not tenderness and care for each other, so Jonghyun isn't going to start complaining about it now.

Instead, he's going to start jerking himself off. Genuinely, he meant it when he said that he wouldn't know if he was ready for another nut until he tried. There was really a big chance that his body wouldn't let him do it again so soon after the last fireworks show. But he's here now, and his body is definitely trying to get him to his next orgasm.

It is a shaky one, to be fair. Not one of his best. But still, with Taemin sucking on his rim, a very good one. He cums in little, shaky bursts, his breath stuttering along with his pulse. Not a whole lot comes out of him, but what does lands on Taemin's face, dotting and streaking him with white in the most beautiful picture.

No, actually, scratch that. The most beautiful picture comes after, when Taemin pushes him back down over his chest and smiles at him. Bangs a sweaty mess on his forehead, eyes sparkly and bright, cheeks round and pink, teeth dazzling and round and cute between flushed lips.

Jonghyun feels that smile in his heart in a way that nothing else today has even come close to making him feel. It doesn't just make his breath catch; it stops his breath entirely for a few seconds. He doesn't know how he ever got so lucky to have Taemin in his life. He doesn't know what he ever did to deserve that smile, that adoration. That look that says that any time spent with Jonghyun has always been and will always be the time of Taemin's life.

Desperate suddenly, Jonghyun crawls his way down the bed until he can grab Taemin and sit him up straight. Jonghyun sits down on him–not on his dick, just in his lap–and presses their mouths together.

He tries not to come on too strong. Just because he's desperate that doesn't mean he wants to go chipping a tooth again. He keeps his mouth soft, slow, and tries to show Taemin the intensity of his emotions through other means. Cupping his face gently, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, pressing their foreheads together when they break to breathe every so often.

At one point, Taemin puts his hand on top of Jonghyun's on his face, intertwining their fingers. Even though he's sure that Taemin can feel his heart thudding hard with their chests pressed together, he moves their hands down together between them, pressing Taemin's against his heartbeat. So he'll know .

It works; Taemin presses his fingers into his skin, pulls him closer with the arm around his waist. When they break again, he nods, he whispers, "me too."

And the next few minutes are how much more just smiles pressed against each other than real kisses.

The next break, Taemin speaks again: "weren't you all excited to talk to Jinki?” he asks.

"Oh, right," Jonghyun says loudly. He laughs, leaning back, covering his face with his hands. He completely forgot. Ignoring Taemin shaking his head, Jonghyun quickly fans his face, trying to get his shit together. He pushes Taemin down, crawls over him, grabs his phone, and then reverses his last five seconds to sit himself right back down in his favorite lap.

Jinki's text says, "hey I'm kind of lonely do you and / or taem wanna hang out??? Wherever you want : )"

"He wants to hang out," Jonghyun squeaks, excited. He loves hanging out with Jinki.

“Oh, hell yeah," Taemin says. He twists at the waist so he can see the text also. "Tell him he can come over but only if he's cool with being a little horny."

"Yeah, a little?" Jonghyun asks. He smirks, eyebrows behind his bangs. "Is that what you would call what we are today?"

"What would you call it?" Taemin mirrors his expression as he loops his arms loosely around his waist.

"Ravenously obsessed with knowing each other carnally," Jonghyun replies coolly.

While Taemin is laughing, Jonghyun takes the time to reply to Jinki. They text back and forth, flirting, asking and answering quick questions. Yes they've already been at it all day, yes they’re doing sleepy rules, no they don't want to go out and do anything else after, sure they'll let him put them on his sex work social media for free, yes he can let himself in.

Between texts, while Jonghyun is waiting, he kisses Taemin more. His mouth, his cheeks, his nose. He kisses each little droplet of cum, slurping them up cutely, adding them to the kiss with his tongue. And when he's out of cum, he bites Taemin's cheek gently, gnawing on him, making him giggle. He gets a text in the middle of that: "hey is it okay if I bring some of my own toys over?"

"All of his usual kinks okay?" Jonghyun interrupts Taemin's continued giggles to ask.

"What?" Taemin asks. "Yeah, sure. What time is it?" He grabs Jonghyun's hand to check the time on his phone for a second. “Almost 3:00? ask him to bring us lunch."

"On my gosh, you have such good ideas in your cute little brain," Jonghyun hisses. He hadn't even thought of that. He was trying to figure out how to make Taemin get up and make some lunch before Jinki got here, but Taemin is right. They can just get Jinki to do it for them. He wraps Taemin's head all up in his arms, smooching his noggin all over. "What do you want?" he asks after.

"Chicken nugget," Taemin says, his voice deep and round from his chest. Jonghyun snorts. Silly.

"Chicken nugget," he repeats in the same way. He sends Jinki the request, giving him their usual order once he agrees. The entire time, the both of them parrot chicken nugget back and forth at each other, making it sound funnier and funnier each time until they're not even saying the words. They’re just making noises, snorting and laughing.

"He says like 15, 25 minutes," Jonghyun says a little bit later, tossing his phone onto the bedside table once more. He bites his lip, giddy. "I can't wait." Hanging out with Jinki is always one of his favorite things, and fucking him–

"Sure you can," Taemin says. He rubs his cheek on Jonghyun's neck, kissing him, biting him. "You have me to keep you company."

And that sounds simple, yeah, but his tone carries just the tiniest hint of something. Suspicious. Something that makes Jonghyun smile knowingly, push him away by his chest, cup his chin gently.

"I do," he says, and then, innocently, "and then I can switch over and climb him like a tree for a little bit instead."

There. Just for a second. Just a flash. On Taemin's face, a quick scowl makes an appearance before he can school it into something else. Jonghyun laughs, baffled but not surprised.

"You are so funny, dude," he says. Every time, he gets like this. He's always so jealous, for no reason. Jonghyun cannot comprehend it at all. "What even is your issue? Do you not like sharing me?" He knows that Taemin does. Factually. It's one of his favorite things, actually. Top five. Top three, even. Taemin groans, pushing his face into his chest, shoulders slumped dramatically.

"No, I do," he says. "I just." He looks up at Jonghyun, chin on his sternum, eyes all big and round. "Maybe I just want you to belong to me and only be mine and never ever ever ever let anyone else ever touch you ever. Because I'm all you need. And you're mine." His fingers press into Jonghyun's lower back, insistent and needy. Adorable. Jonghyun rolls his eyes.

"But...?" he prompts. He knows there's more. The second part to this that makes it so irrational. Taemin sighs. He lets go of Jonghyun to flop out on his back, arms sprawled around him.

"But I know how much you want to get gangbanged on the side of the highway and I want that for you to because it'll make you happy and also I think it would be so fucking hot to be there and watch and hold your hand." He grumbles it to the ceiling, but there's wistfulness in his voice, the powerful urge to wish it into reality, and he rubs his hands over his face, disgruntled. Jonghyun chuckles fondly. He likes this little goober.

"There are two wolves inside of you," he says wisely. Laughter bubbles out of Taemin, shaking the bed, turning his eyes into crescents. He pinches his nose sheepishly.

"There are two wolves inside of me," he agrees, nodding. "One of them wants to tattoo property of lee taemin over your ass and the other one wants to tattoo open for business 24/7 over it. I am a disaster."

Shaking his head, Jonghyun leans down until he can press his lips to Taemin's cheek. He doesn't get why Taemin has such a problem just doing both of those things. He can own Jonghyun's ass and also rent it out to everyone else. They can coexist. He's still all Taemin's even if a hundred other people use him.

He does appreciate the possessiveness, though. He loves the way Taemin loves him, overwhelming and smothering. He loves the way Taemin craves him. He loves the way Taemin needs him.

"Calm down. It's just Jinki," he chides gently. "You like him too." Usually Jonghyun allows some wiggle room for his irrational jealousy because it's so cute, but there really is no reason for it right now.

"Yeah, yeah," Taemin mumbles. He's quiet for a moment, and then he smiles, genuinely, rubbing his cheek. "I really like him," he says. "He's so…." He doesn't finish the sentence, but he doesn't have to. Jonghyun agrees. Any compliment, any in the entire world, could fit there. Multiple of them at once. It's impossible to not like Jinki. "Man,” Taemin says. He covers his mouth, laughs into his fingers. "I can't wait till he gets here."

There it is. Finally they're on the same page.

"If only there was something we could do to pass the time," Jonghyun says loftily. He grinds his hips back, finding Taemin's dick with his booty. Taemin got himself half hard eating Jonghyun out, so he gets it from flopped on his left thigh to between his booty cheeks easily. He smiles, wiggling on it, watching Taemin's eyelids flutter. Taemin holds onto his hips, moving with him.

"Don't you think it's a little rude, to tire ourselves out right before he gets here, though?" he asks.

"Mmm," Jonghyun hums. Good point. "We don't have to nut," he says. There's no rule that says they can't just rub each other up nice and slow and get themselves all worked up for Jinki to play with.

"You know what? You're so right." And with that Taemin twists and heaves until Jonghyun tumbles off of him and onto the bed with a surprised oof ! Before he can even orient himself again, Taemin keeps rolling him onto his stomach. He lies down on top of Jonghyun, wiggling to get himself comfortable. Jonghyun groans happily the whole time. He loves being squished. Something about it, the pressure, the warmth, is just so cozy. And when Taemin slots his cock right back in between his booty cheeks, resting on his crease, he knows what pure bliss feels like.

His right cheek is resting on the pillow; Taemin's lips are pillow soft against his left cheek. Carefully Taemin slides his arm under his neck, holding him, applying the gentlest pressure. Jonghyun holds onto his wrist and his elbow on either side of his face, keeping him there. He rocks his hips against Taemin until Taemin starts copying him.

Together, they work Taemin's cock between Jonghyun's cheeks. It's a slow, rolling motion that dips the bed, creaks the mattress. Jonghyun is so sensitive by now that even just this contact, this blunt rubbing over his hole and on his crack, is enough to have him trembling. He's whimpering and cursing in no time, biting growls into the pillow case, and even faster after that, Taemin is all the way hard.

Feeling that, his nice hard shaft, the way his precum oozes out and makes everything that much smoother, slipperier, hotter, Jonghyun moans out loud. It's so good, it's so fucking good, and he wants more. He needs more.

"God, you sound so beautiful," Taemin breathes against his ear. "More, baby, sing more for me."

Jonghyun does, of course. There's nothing he wouldn't do for Taemin. He lets everything that Taemin makes him feel out of his throat, moaning for him, only for him. As he does, he can feel the vibration in his own throat better, harder, against Taemin's forearm.

This is their problem. Everything they do just works the other one up. They feed on each other's energy, get each other all riled up, frantic, needy. They enable each other so much so that when Taemin stammers, "you know, actually, I think it would be rude to not fuck you before Jinki gets here, like, wouldn't it be nice to get you all slicked up for him, you know he likes you nice and open," Jonghyun is nodding and begging for it before he even finishes.

Taemin pushes his cock into him and doesn't stop to get settled. He keeps up their rhythm, fucking Jonghyun into the mattress slow and hard. Jonghyun's heart has to be beating at least five times for every one thrust, and each beat brings him closer, closer, closer–

"I don't know," a voice says by his head. Not Taemin's. Jonghyun jumps, startled of his own skin, opens his eyes. "Why," Jinki says, sitting cross-legged and nestled into their pillow corner, eyebrows raised, smile amused, mild as can be.

"Jesus christ, dude," Taemin says.

"I thought you two would be between nuts when I got here," Jinki finishes.

Jonghyun can't help it; the hormones, the excitement, the rush of shock and then relief. He bursts into laughter. Taemin does too, collapsing on top of him. Holy shit. He hides his face in Taemin's arm, guilty, embarrassed. He assumes that the hand that ruffles his hair is Jinki's.

"Well, technically," Taemin says. His hand appears heavy on Jonghyun's shoulder as he pushes himself up, pushing Jonghyun further down into the mattress. "We are between nuts."

"Yeah," Jonghyun agrees, grinning impishly. He uses the pillow to push his bangs out of his eyes. Taemin has a point. "We're just really close to one."

"So if you'll excuse us," Taemin says. He picks up right where they left off, except maybe a little bit faster, and Jonghyun half laughs, half groans, scrunching up his face, popping his booty up a little more. Taemin is so good.

Jinki keeps petting his hair, smiling at him, smiling at Taemin, telling Taemin what a good job he's doing. He offers Jonghyun his hand to hold, but Jonghyun intertwines his fingers with Taemin's instead, squeezing him tight.

It's that, more than anything Jonghyun thinks, that brings Taemin to his orgasm. The special attention, the tenderness. The validation. Jonghyun smirks through his own rising high, proud of himself.

Taemin hasn't nutted in a while and it shows. His curses are barely more than whispered breaths, his arm flexes tight around Jonghyun's neck, he slams his cock in hard, and not only does he pour a nice big load of cum inside of Jonghyun's asshole, but he also pulls out when he's halfway done and cums on his cheeks, on his back, painting his golden skin white.

And it's that, more than anything Jonghyun knows, that brings him to his own orgasm. He can feel every drop and streak of cum as it lands on his skin, covering him, marking him, and he can feel his asshole trying to close, trying to keep all of Taemin's cum in even as it leaks out of him and trickles down his balls. He cums with a full body shiver, rutting his hips forward against the sheets.

"I assume you two are still hungry?" Jinki asks blandly. He holds up two greasy paper bags. Jonghyun, still hazy, blinks at them, trying to remember what they are. Taemin on the other hand gasps dramatically.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he says. He leans down and drops seven quick kisses to Jonghyun's cheek, then snatches up the bags and carries them, crinkling loudly, backwards off of the bed. Jonghyun glances at him as he huddles down on the floor, and then back up to Jinki. On the way there, he trails his eyes up the thin strip of bed between himself and the wall. He frowns at Jinki.

"You really got all the way up here with those bags and neither of us noticed?" he asks. What the fuck. With a smile that's all raised eyebrows and crows feet under pushed back purple hair, Jinki says, "I rang your doorbell and announced I was coming in and walked all the way in here without you two noticing." He pets Jonghyun again when Jonghyun puts his face into his hands. Gosh. Embarrassing. "How come he's on the floor?" Jinki adds.

Jonghyun assumes he means Taemin and says, "he doesn't like crumbs in the sheets."

"Feels bad on my skin," Taemin calls from the foot of the bed. "Toss me some pillows."

While Jinki obeys, leaning forward to grab handfuls of pillow from behind himself, Jonghyun sits up on his knees, still a little dizzy. He pushes his hands into his eyes until he sees stars, then drops his hands to his lap and blinks his vision back to normal again. He smiles at Jinki. "Hi, honey bunny," he says.

Jinki smiles back, cute, soft, adorable. He leans forward, cups Jonghyun's face, and kisses him nice and slow. "Hi Jonghyunnie," he says. Pleased pink, Jonghyun bites his lip and busies himself with grabbing water bottles instead of spontaneously combusting. The love that Jinki makes him feel is so different from Taemin, always so intense and powerful that he's afraid he might actually pop one day if he's not careful with it.

The pair of them clamber off of the bed to join Taemin. Taemin is sitting with his knees drawn up and his back to the bed, so Jinki sits cross-legged across from him with his back to the door and Jonghyun lies out on his tummy with his head by their knees. He doesn't want to ruin all of the pretty cum that Taemin left on his back so soon.

Jinki got them their chicken nuggets as well as waffle fries for Jonghyun, regular fries for Taemin, onion rings, their favorite burgers, and one of those little chocolate cakes, in addition to his own order. Jonghyun and Taemin fall on their food ravenously. He doesn't know about Taemin, but even though they had breakfast and then all of those chips, he's starving. When he puts Taemin's half full water bottle and a new one next to his knee, Taemin mumbles "oh my god" around a mouthful of fries. He grabs the half-empty one and downs the rest of it in one go.

"So you two have been busy, huh?" Jinki asks. He's leaning back on one hand, jacket falling off of his shoulders. His arms and shoulders fill out his short sleeve shirt, distracting in a way that Jonghyun has trouble looking away from.

"Yeah, busy being gay," Taemin grins. Jonghyun snorts, smiling into his crumby fingers. That is true. Taemin pops one of the smaller onion rings fully into his mouth, wipes crumbs onto the carpet, and smiles at Jinki as he chews like he's seeing him for the first time. "Hi Jinki," he says. "I'm glad to see you." He makes grabby hands at Jinki, a gesture of welcome and excitement. Jinki, always the charmer, takes his hands and kisses the backs of his fingers.

He catches Jonghyun's eye while Taemin is cursing and waving his hand in front of his face, flustered and embarrassed. Jonghyun raises his brows, judging. Jinki knew that would get Taemin emotional. Jinki winks at him, his smile carving deep lines around his mouth. Jonghyun rolls his eyes. For someone that doesn't think he's hot, Jinki sure does know that he is attractive as hell.

They catch up while they eat. Small talk, little details about their daily lives, new stuff that they’ve wanted to talk about since the last time they all hung out together. It's easy and comfortable; it always is with Jinki. There's just something about him. Something so calming, inviting, engaging. It's no wonder that both of them are a little bit in love with him.

Taemin and Jonghyun both finish their first burgers and calm down a little bit. Enough at least to have a real conversation instead of just focusing on getting food in their stomachs. By then, Jinki is finished with most of his food and is playing with his fries, stealing one or two of theirs. Obviously he's eaten a real meal since breakfast and also hasn't been fucking all day.

He seems more than ready to change that, though, because after he wipes his hands on a napkin and stuffs it back into the bag, he leans his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, smiling down at Jonghyun like he wants to eat him up.

"Look at you," he murmurs. "All full of cum." He leans over and pushes three fingers into Jonghyun's asshole, just like that, sending a chill down his spine. His dick wakes up immediately, twitching against the carpet. Jonghyun can't help it. It's the casualness, the confidence that Jinki has that he didn't even ask, he just leant over and did it, like it was no big deal. And it's that on top of the fact that his fingers, his fucking fingers, are so strong, trained to be so powerful, fucking in and out of him deep and slow. Jinki finds his prostate in a heartbeat and he doesn't hold back on playing with it as he spreads Jonghyun open and inspects him like he owns him.

"Nice and loose, just how I like you," he says warmly. Tracing one finger around Jonghyun's rim, he adds, "all sensitive, too. Good. You've been a good little fucktoy, haven't you? Letting Taemin use you whenever he wants?" He doesn't wait for an answer; even though Jonghyun is nodding eagerly, Jinki turns his attention to Taemin. "How many loads have you dumped in him so far?" he asks.

"Uhhhhh," Taemin says. He looks up at the ceiling, counting off on his fingers with the hand that isn't holding his second burger.

"6," Jonghyun sighs before he can finish. 6 wonderful, heavy, thick, sticky, hot loads of cum, all for him.

"Uh, yeah, what he said," Taemin says, nodding.

"Hmm," Jinki hums. He doesn't sound impressed. "This doesn't look like 6," he chides. He takes his fingers out. Jonghyun settles his chin in his pillow, closing his eyes, munching on his fries as he imagines Jinki showing Taemin the cum clinging to his knuckles.

"Well," Taemin says, sounding sheepish. "I ate him out. A little bit. Before you got here. I've only nutted in him once since then."

"Ahh, of course you did," Jinki says wisely. "You're a little cumslut too, aren't you? You can't get enough."

"Oh my god," Taemin whispers at the same time that Jonghyun whispers, "nice, dude." If there's one thing that gets Taemin all riled up more than anything, it's being told he's insatiable. Jinki finally looks at him again, to give him a smug little smile and another wink. He holds his hand in front of Jonghyun's face, offering his fingers. They look just as slick and cummy and delicious as Jonghyun was imagining. Easily he ignores the rest of his meal in favor of sucking his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them up happily.

To Taemin, Jinki says, "what about you, huh?" He reaches over and taps Taemin's knee, hard enough to knock his legs apart, expose his hole. "The two of you, fucking each other all day. Where are your cummies?"

Taemin scoffs. "You know," he drawls. He points at Jinki with a fry. "You say that sometimes, that he tops sometimes, but I've never seen it happen. I think you're just trying to make me jealous."

"What?" Jinki asks. He laughs out the word, eyebrows rising up into his bangs. "No, he fucks me all the time, for real. Legitimately. He's really good at it. Right Jonghyunnie?" He takes his fingers out so Jonghyun can speak. Now that they're clean, he pinches his cheek softly, fondly.

Jonghyun, feeling suddenly very in the spotlight and also very much like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, tries his very hardest to keep his smile off of his face. It doesn't work; he thinks he just looks even more guilty, grinning into his pillow, peeping up at Taemin's scandalized expression. So he's finally found out.

"I top sometimes to be nice ," he says, making sure to emphasize the condition. That's the most important part. Taemin throws his hands up into the air.

"What does that even mean?" he demands. "You're nice to me all the time, but you've never topped me. Are you for real?"

"Yeah," Jonghyun says. He shrugs his shoulders simply. If his secret is out, then there's no point in being coy about it anymore.

"Hello?" Taemin says loudly. Jonghyun glances at Jinki; he's looking down at his fries, scratching the back of his head, looking surprised at this turn of events and a little guilty about being the cause of it. He's also smiling, biting his lip, and obviously trying not to laugh. So not too guilty, then. Good. "You know how much I like getting fucked. How come you've never? Hello?"Taemin looks positively betrayed. Jonghyun feels about as guilty as Jinki. He shrugs again.

"You never asked," he says. Taemin squawks, the height of indignation. His mouth works as he tries to find words, but nothing comes out, and he just aggressively waves his hands around instead. Jonghyun shakes his head, raising his eyebrows. His smile finally cracks open his face. He doesn't know what Taemin wants from him. It's as simple as that. "What was I going to do, offer ?"

“YES?” Taemin yells. "So I would know it was an option, and so I would know you would enjoy it, and so–"

"Absolutely not," Jonghyun says. He turns his nose up stubbornly. Absolutely not in a million years. "I'll do it for you because I'm gay and I like you and I want you to be happy, and I will enjoy it, but only if you ask me. I'm not going to volunteer." His dick enters booties on a personal invitation only basis.

"Oh my god," Taemin grumbles. Then he seems to remember that he still has food. He takes a grumpy bite of his burger, scowling at the carpet. Jonghyun shrugs. If they're going back to their food, then. He pulls apart an onion ring, happily slurping up the soft onion and then munching the breading separately. "So if I," Taemin bursts out. Jonghyun glances up. Not even a minute. "If I–will you? Fuck me? Jonghyun?"

"Yeah, sure," Jonghyun shrugs. He smiles, mischievously innocent. "Why not?"

"Oh my god," Taemin says again. He attacks his food with renewed baby tantrum energy.

"I'd love to put you two under a microscope and study you," Jinki says. He's back to leaning on his hands, smiling between both of them with a warmth in his eyes that has to come from his heart. Jonghyun smiles, flattered. That's one of the sweetest things he's ever heard. He leans over and kisses Jinki's knee. Taemin doesn't reply out loud either, but he does put his hand on Jinki's other knee, tickling him gently.

"Besides," Jinki goes on. He draws his finger over Taemin's forearm light enough to make him shiver. "Now I get to open you up all by myself."

Taemin makes a noise around his next fry. A small one, not quite a pout, not quite a moan, but a little bit of both. A noise of anticipation and wanting. A noise that makes the most wicked smirk curl up on Jinki's mouth. "Gonna take my time with you," Jinki murmurs. "Tease you open, make you beg for each finger, all the way until I'm fucking you wide open and–"

"Jinx, you can't do this to me while I'm eating," Taemin groans. "I am just a simple worm."

" My simple little worm," Jonghyun mumbles to himself. The other two hear anyway; Jinki laughs and Taemin groans even louder, banging his clenched little fist on his knee.

"You too!" he whines. "God, both of you. You're too much." He flaps a hand in between the both of them, trying his best to frown. "Play with each other instead. Leave me alone."

Well, that's an order that Jonghyun has no problem following whatsoever. He thinks he's pretty much done with his food for now; he knows that he's not hungry enough to finish the full second burger if he starts it and he can fill the rest of the way up on stray fries if he wants to. The little chocolate cake he knows him and Taemin are going to split later. He puts his food aside for now, drinks some of his water, and then puts his chin in his hands, kicks his feet in the air, and smiles his most gorgeous at Jinki.

"Jinki, my honey bunny," he says. "Can I ride you today?" He does love riding Jinki. And he knows Jinki loves when people ride him. He might have big dom energy, but that doesn't mean he can't also be a pillow princess.

"Jonghyun, my lovely," Jinki replies. He reaches down and cups Jonghyun's face in both hands, jiggling him oh so gently. "Of course you can bounce in my lap, be my little fuckbun–oh yeah!" Jinki gasps suddenly. He whips around dramatically, reaching for his bag left lying next to the door. "I almost forgot," he says, digging around in it.

Jonghyun, leaning forward curiously, practically inflates with his own excitement when he sees what Jinki pulls out. His heart thuds, his cheeks round hard with a smile, his teeth dig into his bottom lip. It's a set of bunny ears–no, three sets. One pink, one black, and one purple.

It really is the little things. The attention to detail that Jinki has. Jonghyun politely bows his head to let Jinki put the ears on him. They perfectly match his hair color and he feels more enamored than ever. As he watches Jinki put Taemin's ears and then his own on, an imaginary heart and sparkle filter hovers around him. He really is just so wonderful. His left purple bunny ear is bent at a delicate little angle and it makes the entire look that much more adorable.

"What else do you have in there?" Jonghyun pulls himself forward, trying to look inside of the bag. Jinki taps his nose sternly, but he doesn't tell Jonghyun not to peek. He opens it up more to give Jonghyun a better view.

"Fun stuff," he says. With a glance at Taemin, he shields the bag from him with one arm and shows Jonghyun one of the toys: the little purple ring that goes around the head of a cock, snug and tight, and vibrates. And of course, it has little bunny ears on it, to match Jinki's aesthetic. Jonghyun nods eagerly. That one is Taemin's favorite.

Then Jinki shows him another toy and he chokes on his own spit, he gasps so hard. This one is his favorite. It's the pink dilator, nice and big, like a dildo but hollow and open at the end so once he's all spread open Jinki can still fuck him raw. Jinki ordered this one custom specifically for him. It's extra big, almost 9 inches all the way around, and the perfectly pink bunny tail attached is positioned so it'll sit a few inches above his booty hole on his lower back instead of covering any of the goods.

Jonghyun is so excited to get at it that he barely even notices the smaller black one that Jinki brought for Taemin. This time, Jinki does tell him to stop along with the stern tap on his nose: "be patient, baby bun," he says. "You know it'll be in you soon enough." His words do little to calm Jonghyun; he wants it in him now . Jinki leans down to kiss his pout, soft and warm. "Hey," he says. "Hey. C’mere."

He pulls and Jonghyun follows, slinking up and over his lap. He forgot his pillow, but Taemin gives him one of his, pinching his nose gently after he settles it under his arms. Jonghyun wiggles his nose back, soft in his heart. Jinki trails his fingers down his back, feather light, until his grip turns into two firm little handfuls of booty. Jonghyun shivers, wishing Jinki would spank him but knowing that he's not going to. It makes Taemin pouty.

Instead, Jinki pulls cheeks apart and hums approvingly.

"You're already gaping this much and full of cum and you can't wait for more?" he asks. "Eager. You really are a little fuckbunny, can’t keep yourself calm for two minutes.” He bends over and spits directly into Jonghyun's asshole, following it and pushing it in with his finger not a second after. Jonghyun kicks his feet against the ground, twisting his fingers through his hair at the back of his head so he doesn't mess up his pretty ears.

Jinki keeps talking, lazy, just little things about how impatient Jonghyun is, what a little cumslut he is, how he deserves to be fucked non-stop all day since he clearly wants it so much, how easy he is to please. Jonghyun takes all over the compliments with pride, especially the last one. He knows he's easy. It's one of his favorite qualities about himself.

Taemin adds in his own bit, telling Jinki all about how needy he's been all day. How he didn't wait for Taemin to wake up earlier to ride his cock. How hard he came just from getting teased with a plug. He sells Jonghyun out with a smile on his face, cheek smushed up in one hand.

And every time he does, Jinki rewards him by doing something else with his fingers that makes Jonghyun whimper. He adds another one, he twists or spreads them apart, he stops playing around Jonghyun's prostate and starts rubbing it directly. Before long, Jonghyun is up to all 8 fingers and he is a happy, trembling mess, rocking his cock against Jinki's pant leg. Taemin is done with his food, but he seems content to just sit and watch. For now, at least. He holds Jonghyun's hand while Jinki plays with him. He taps their fingers together, he pinches the veins on the back of his hand, he rubs his thumbs into his palm in the tiniest massage.

At last, Jonghyun watches with shaky breath as Jinki pulls the dilator out of his bag. Finally finally finally. He takes his fingers out of Jonghyun's asshole and lets him suck on them two or three at a time, or, just hold them in his mouth, tasting them, because he's nowhere near coherent enough to actually clean them up properly. With his free hand he pushes the tip of the dilator into Jonghyun's hole, murmuring praises about how good he takes it.

"Hey, Jinx?" Taemin. His eyes, after a long look at Jonghyun's booty, slide over to Jinki's chest instead. "Are you, um. You got a corset on?" He grins. "Under your shirt? Maybe?" All of the hope in the world lives in his voice, in his little bean smile. Distracted though he is, Jonghyun still chuckles. Jinki does, too.

"No," he says, "I didn't lace myself up to come hang out with you two."

"Man." Taemin slumps, instantly grumpy. "Don't you have the zipper ones?" he asks.

"I do," Jinki admits. He's speaking so casually, even as he's pushing the toy deep into Jonghyun, as far as it'll go, stretching him wider than he's been since he last did horny stuff with Jinki, and then pushing the flared base against his rim. It stops just underneath his prostate, agonizingly close. If Jonghyun moves just right, he can get the most miniscule amount of stimulation out of it pressing against his walls, but it's not enough, not nearly enough. The only thing that keeps him from breaking down and begging for it to magically grow another inch is the knowledge that once Jinki starts fucking him he'll get what he wants. "I'll wear one next time," Jinki tells Taemin. "I didn't know you liked them so much."

"It's ‘cause he's a hetero," Jonghyun says into his pillow. "And the corset makes him feel the gender emotion–”

Jinki bursts out laughing; Taemin starts hissing fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you!

Jonghyun smiles to himself. Music to his ears, both of them. He loves that all it takes to get Taemin riled up is to say something that makes absolutely no sense but also hits home in a very personal way. He listens to them going back and forth teasing and whining, eyes closed, wiggling his booty slowly back and forth to match what Jinki is still doing with his hand. Even though the stimulation is teasing and soft, he can tell that if it keeps going, it'll quickly start to build up. He could cum like this. He really could.

And he does. After just a few more minutes, the pressure in his asshole, the warmth of Jinki petting his back and squishing his booty cheeks, the rough texture of Jinki's jeans against his cock, the comfort that hearing both of their voices in his ears brings him, all of it rises, swells, floods over him as an orgasm.

A gentle one, he would say. Small, cozy, just a little one that matches the mood of the moment, a little one that has him smiling and gasping into his pillow. He feels a little bad about nutting on Jinki's pants, but not too bad. He can wash them later.

"Now," Jinki says, and he says it the same way that Taemin says man . Jonghyun looks up at him, smiling shamelessly, blinking until he stops looking fuzzy. Jinki has his lips puffed up in a way that does almost nothing to hide his smile underneath. "You know I wanted to make you wait," he scolds.

"Should have been paying better attention," Jonghyun shrugs. Not his fault Jinki wasn't doing his job. Jinki huffs, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, it's not his fault that you can't keep him in line," Taemin says snootily. Jonghyun beams at him. Hell yeah. Brat and gremlin solidarity. He holds his hand out; Taemin slaps a high-five on to it. Then he slaps his own knees and gets to his feet. "All right, well, anyway," he says. "I'm ready to get railed." He turns and dives onto the bed.

"I'm sure you are, jackrabbit," Jinki sighs. to Jonghyun, he says, "I'm not going to forget about this.”

Jonghyun sure hopes that he doesn't. He lets Jinki help him to his knees, lets him shush his squeaks and whimpers. Moving around with the dilator in him, especially after his orgasm, he feels so full, so stretched, but also so empty at the same time. It is a delicious contrast, one that confuses his body and makes him disoriented, needy. "Here, baby bun, here," Jinki whispers, holding him until he has his balance back. He kisses Jonghyun softly. "Are you going to help me open Taemin up? Hold him for me, keep him all nice and slick?"

Panting, Jonghyun nods his head. Yes, he'll help. Yes he'll hold his ass open, yes he’ll eat him out, yes he'll keep him nice and pretty and perfect. Jinki kisses him once more, a little bit of tongue this time, and helps him get to his feet and crawl onto the bed. Every step, every inch, moves the toy inside of him, makes his pulse throb, makes him almost regret going for that nut. Quickly he gets himself settled, breathing a sigh of relief once he's sitting on his heels to the right of Taemin.

Who has apparently decided that he wants to get his ass spread open on his back. He has his knees drawn up to his chest, his feet kicking in the air, and he taps his fingers against his thumbs like little claws, wiggling back and forth, making breathy little effort noises. To the untrained eye it might look like he's trying to be a baby, but Jonghyun knows exactly what he's doing. He glances at Jinki; he's still on the floor, rustling around in his bag. He'll be a minute. Jonghyun turns his attention back to Taemin, grinning.

"Oh no little flipped crab, you better watch out," he says threateningly. He holds his own hands up like talons, hovering them over Taemin's exposed tummy. "I'm a seagull and I'm going to come eat you."

“Noooo," Taemin wails. "Do not eviscerate me, I don't want to be a part of the food chain, nooooo.” He puts absolutely no emotion into his pleading, except for when he breaks character and grins, trying to slap Jonghyun away from clawing at his belly button.

"Once again, I would love to research whatever the fuck you two have going on," Jinki says. He's on the bed now, walking towards them on his knees, and he's shrugged off his jacket and taken his pants off. Whatever witty comeback about kinkshaming Jonghyun had stops in his throat, same as Taemin’s, because while Jinki might not be wearing a corset, he did opt-in for dark purple thigh highs and matching lacy underwear.

He's also pulled his light brown t-shirt down so it falls off of one shoulder, which is just. Unfair. Taemin swallows audibly. Jinki is obviously aware of the effect that he has on them; he smirks as he settles himself down between his ankles in front of Taemin. He puts one hand on each of Taemin's thighs, pushing them up, bending him in half. Licking his lips, Taemin holds himself open with his hands behind his knees, fingers digging into his own skin. Jonghyun wraps his arms around the leg closest to him, hugging it, leaning against it. His skin is hot and he's already trembling the tiniest bit from anticipation.

Jinki brought a handful of toys up with him: mostly some dildos, starting out small and then getting progressively bigger, so he can take his time and really draw out getting Taemin open, and then the final dilator ring for when he wants to fuck him. And then, of course, the little vibrating bunny ring. He holds it up on two fingers, showing Taemin, who whispers curses and starts nodding frantically, already begging, "please, yeah, yes, I want it."

Rubbing his thumbs into the creases of Taemin's thighs, Jinki glances at Jonghyun. He flicks his eyes down to Taemin's cock and then back up. "Get him hard for me," he says.

Hell yeah.

Ducking underneath Taemin's arm, Jonghyun fits himself between his legs. Jinki holds his cock for him and he slurps it up, sucking it down in a heartbeat. Which is about how long it takes Taemin to get hard. He was practically there already before he even got onto the bed. Jonghyun keeps sucking him anyway, wanting to taste him, his cum, to taste his own ass off of him. Jinki holds onto the back of his head, too, guiding him up and down, not letting him come off until he's drooling.

"Good bun, so good for me," Jinki praises then. He taps Jonghyun's nose gently, then pushes his fingers into Jonghyun's mouth while he’s still gasping for breath, collecting spit and precum on them. After he takes them out, he gives Jonghyun the little ring.

Biting his lip, excited, giddy to be given this privilege, Jonghyun eases the ring onto the head of Taemin's cock. He plays with it, teasing it just at the ridge without actually slipping it down onto the shaft, until Taemin whines. That's too much for Jonghyun. He's too soft. So he puts it on properly, slipping it over the head and then sliding it back up to be snug just underneath it. He twists it to make sure the little bunny ears, barely even a centimeter tall, face Taemin, and then he flips the switch to turn it on.

The second he does that, Jinki pushes his first finger into Taemin's asshole.

The noise that Taemin makes is nothing short of beautiful. It's not the whispered, rough curses that Jonghyun is used to when Taemin is fucking him. It's a low hum, musical, rising and falling with the hard grind of his hips to meet Jinki's hand. It's a shaky breath once his hips fall back down onto the mattress, audibly shuddering out of his lips. And then he's loud, vocal, telling Jinki that he wants more, telling Jinki exactly how he wants it. Demanding, almost, if he thought he could get away with being so.

This is one extra thing that Jonghyun loves about spending horny time with Taemin and Jinki together. With just the two of them, he never hears the noises that Taemin makes when he gets his asshole played with.

Well. Not never . Sometimes Jonghyun eats him out, or fingers him a little bit. Sometimes he works him open until he can fit an egg vibrator inside of him. But those are usually just times of foreplay, not exactly rushing through them, but not exactly spending time on them either. It's only with Jinki that Jonghyun really gets to hear him enjoy it.

Once Jinki has a rhythm going with his finger, he pinches Jonghyun's cheek and tells him he can start sucking again if he wants. Jonghyun definitely does. He slurps up the head of his cock happily. He doesn't go down any further; he stays up top, just giving Taemin little baby sucks, tiny kisses at his tip, teases of his tongue around the ridge. The cock ring vibrates against his lips, makes them all tingly. And he smiles at Jinki, hearts in his eyes, thanking him without words for coming over and hanging out with them today.

Every time Jinki adds more to Taemin's asshole, he pats Jonghyun off of his cock. He wants Taemin to fully focus on the feeling of being stretched open, Jonghyun knows, so he doesn't protest. Instead, he leans his cheek against Taemin's inner thigh, sucking on Jinki's fingers when he's offered, spitting into Taemin's hole at every chance that he's given, watching Jinki work with bitten lips.

It's almost like magic, the way Jinki plays Taemin to draw out so many different reactions. Comfortable with Jonghyun holding onto his right leg, Taemin has been trailing his fingers up and down Jonghyun's back, squishing his booty, ghosting his fingers inside of his hole every now and again, but the moment that Jinki puts a second finger inside of him, Jonghyun feels his nails digging into his skin. A third finger, a twist of Jinki's wrist upwards, flexing in the veins and tendons underneath his palm, and fat drops of precum start oozing onto Jonghyun's tongue. A thumb pressed into his taint, nudging his balls, and he grunts through his teeth.

The first smooth lavender dildo is a small one, 4-inch circumference and length, barely wider than Jinki's three fingers. Still, when Jinki slides it into him nice and slow, Taemin loses his grip on his left leg. He grabs it back to himself quickly enough, but he loses it again after a few minutes of Jinki's smooth tongue casually speaking filth into the room like they’re still talking about their weeks over a pile of fries. Jinki tells Taemin how easily his asshole is opening up, how he's barely having to try, how his asshole is remembering the last time Jinki trained it open over a month ago, how Taemin is be so eager to get fucked that his body must be made for it.

After Taemin loses his grip on his leg the second time, he just lets its fall, hooking it over Jinki's shoulder. Jinki scoots closer to accommodate and Jonghyun does not miss the smirk playing over his mouth. In fact, it's so cute that Jonghyun has to lean over and try to kiss it. Jinki lets him, but he keeps it chaste, shallow. Jonghyun tries his best not to be disappointed. He knows Jinki likes to focus as much as he likes his bottom to focus.

Jinki takes Taemin up a half an inch at a time. Each time he puts a bigger toy into his asshole, he fucks in with it a different way. Slow and smooth, deep and hard, paying extra attention to his prostate, so fast that Taemin loses his breath for a minute. After that one specifically, the five and a half inch one, Taemin, gasping for breath, frantically touches all over Jonghyun's side, up to his shoulder, down his arm, looking for his hand. Jonghyun gives it to him after a few moments. He didn't notice at first; every time Jinki puts a new toy inside of Taemin, he pushes the former one into Jonghyun's mouth, fucking his throat with it the same way he just did Taemin's asshole. It's a little distracting.

For a moment, Jonghyun wonders where Jinki got so good at multitasking. Then the moment ends and Jonghyun is entirely focused instead on the fact that Jinki is finally picking up Taemin's dilator. Just like Jonghyun's with a fluffy bunny tail attached, but black, and 6 instead of 9 inches. Taemin has gone bigger before, but he didn't like it as much. He likes when he's spread just wide enough for Jinki's cock to fit inside the ring.

Jonghyun is a mess by now; dripping his own spit and drool, Taemin's precum, his own cock leaking puddles on to the sheets, trembling and shaking just from watching. He is entirely certain that if he wasn't on his eighth nut of the day, he could have came from just watching.

But he is, and he doesn't, and Jinki is slowing things down a little bit right now anyway. He always does when he gets to the dilator. It's his favorite part, of course. He just gives Jonghyun the final dildo, letting him suck on it at his own pace. Jonghyun starts, but then, he thinks, Taemin deserves a little something special. He hasn't had his mouth played with this entire time and Jonghyun knows that he does like it, a little bit.

He sets Taemin's leg down gently and slides at the bed to his head, smiling down at him, messy hair, bitten lips, his flushed cheeks. He looks absolutely ravished and absolutely adorable. Taemin blinks up at him with hazy eyes, his pupils so wide, such a faraway look in them, and he squeezes Jonghyun's hand.

"Hi pretty," he says. Jonghyun flushes; he's easy romantically as well as sexually. "Jinki, come on," he adds, and then he hisses, pressing his head back against the pillows, humming again from his throat. Glancing down, Jonghyun finds Jinki kissing Taemin's hole, gently, lapping at his open rim. Of course. Of course Jinki can't resist just looking for a minute, just admiring, just loving.

Jonghyun taps the tip of the dildo against Taemin's bottom lip to distract him while Jinki takes his time. Obediently, Taemin sucks it in, tasting himself on it, groaning softly around it. He can't deepthroat it like Jonghyun can; Jonghyun gives him just the first inch or two, pushing it against his cheeks, rubbing it on his tongue, taking it out and rolling it against his lips. Taemin watches him as he drags his tongue up the sides, not exactly needy, but still hopeful, hopeful that Jonghyun thinks he looks good.

Of course Jonghyun thinks he looks good, always, especially when Jinki finally presses the tip of the dilator to his hole and pushes in. His eyes scrunch shut, he bites a smile, he says, "fuck, there you go, god I wish these things were longer.”

"If I used the longer ones, I couldn't still fuck you," Jinki hums disapprovingly. Jonghyun points at him, nodding. That is a good point. He will very much sacrifice only having the first inch or two of his booty hole held open if it means that Jinki can fuck his cock into the rest of him and he'll still be nice and tight. He knows that's why Jinki likes it so much, also. He just likes looking at a nice gaped rim but he doesn't need it to go super far. "And I also couldn't do this," Jinki adds.

With the toy all the way inside of Taemin, he slips two fingers back in, and from the way Taemin squeezes his hand and thumps his fist against his own forehead, Jonghyun knows that Jinki is playing with his prostate again.

"Okay okay okay, you're right, okay," Taemin says. "Oh my god.”

Smug, Jinki takes his fingers out. He wiggles his eyebrows at Jonghyun as he wipes them on the sheets, then sits up straight. Patting his hands back and forth on Taemin's thighs, he smiles, "okie dokie. Up you get. On your knees." and while Taemin is catching his breath again, running his hands through his hair, struggling to turn over, Jinki arches one eyebrow towards Jonghyun. "You too," he says.

Jonghyun obeys in an instant. He'd been getting impatient not being the center of attention, or at least, not sharing the spotlight. Now it's time for both he and Taemin to have some fun together.

Before he gets settled on his knees, he grabs a few extra pillows from the corner and puts them underneath Taemin’s tummy. Just for a little extra stability. He gets real baby and wobbly when he gets fucked. Jonghyun wouldn't put it passed him to just straight-up collapse if Jinki treats him well enough. He's done it before.

Side by side with Taemin, pressed together knee to hip, shoulder to elbow, pillow tucked comfortably under his chin, he's surprised with a kiss on his cheek. Taemin meets him with a smile when he turns, blushing, and kisses his nose. Blushing harder, Jonghyun whispers, "oh my gosh." What the fuck. That's so soft and nice. He kisses Taemin's nose back, and then Taemin kisses his other cheek, and then he kisses Taemin's bottom lip. They trade little smooches, smiling, giggling, finding each other's hands and intertwining their fingers.

"Hey," Jinki says behind them. Jonghyun can feel him getting settled, the weight of his knees, the touch of his fingertips at his lower back. "You two being gay up there?" he asks, voice a smile.

"Hell yeah," he says, and "fuck yeah,” Taemin says.

"Hell fuck yeah," Jinki repeats playfully. "Check this out." With a hand on Jonghyun's right booty cheek to hold his weight, he leans over the pair of them and rests his phone against the headboard in front of them. He kisses each of their temples and fixes their bunny ears to be straight in turn before he straightens back up.

And that was such a simple, casual fucking thing to do compared to what he's shown them on his phone.

It's them. A picture of them, from behind, side by side. Bunny ears, bunny tails, assholes spread open. Taemin groans "oh my fucking god" and Jonghyun has to agree. They look so fucking good. He gets why Jinki loves opening them up so much. They look so eager, so ready, like perfect little fucktoys waiting to be filled. And below, both of them have gotten so worked up without nutting that their balls look so heavy, so full, above their hard cocks. The picture actually caught a drop of precum spilling out of Taemin’s, thick and creamy. Jonghyun wishes he could lick the screen, lick it up, taste it on his tongue and swallow it down.

Even more, he wishes he could eat himself out, lap up and swallow the cum leaking out of his hole and down his cock, move up and lick up all of the cum that still covers his back from before. Yes to be horny for himself, but it's so gorgeous on his skin. He's so hot.

Jinki's hand smooths over his booty, down to his hole, slips two fingers inside. Jonghyun whimpers softly, so sensitive, so close. Taemin's shiver next to him tells him that Jinki is fingering him, too. Deciding which one to fuck first. Jonghyun arches his back more, trying to look more ready, more fuckable.

Taemin struggles to put more of his weight on his left arm, leaning into Jonghyun. With his right hand, he reaches forward and touches the picture. Jonghyun, expecting him to zoom in, maybe, is confused when he scrolls. Until he realizes that it's not just a picture. It's a tweet.

Hanging out with some friends today!!!, the tweet says before an entire line of bunny and peach and heart emojis. And underneath it, Jonghyun forgets how to breathe for a moment, there are 50 likes and counting. 20 retweets. 21, 22, the number changes before his eyes. And the replies: "gorgeous," "god I wish that was me dot meme," "perfect little fuckbunnies!! I'm jealous," "I can't choose D:," "the one on the left is already full of cum good to see that they know what they're made for."

The one on the left. That's Jonghyun. That's him. His heart pounds and his cock throbs. His patience cracks and so does his voice when he says, "Jinki?" He looks over his shoulder, but only for a second, only to make sure Jinki is paying attention. "Jinki," he says, looking back to the tweet. 70 likes. "Fuck me, fuck me please, I want it, I need it, Jinki, please–"

And then Jinki is fucking him. Not particularly hard, or fast, but he fucks in deep . He fucks in way past the dilator, until he's all the way in each time. Their skin smacks together with each push and Jonghyun’s squeak of surprise quickly turns into a growl of pleasure. He twists his fingers through his hair, pulling on it, biting his lip, smiling as his eyelids flutter. Jinki leans over him, palms on his shoulders, holding him, pressing him down, and Jonghyun sees hearts. There they go. Like every time, this was worth the wait.

And it's worth the wait that it's going to continue being as Jinki drags it out for as long as he wants. That's the thing about the dilator; Jonghyun gets the feeling of being spread wide, left gaping open, the constant pressure on his prostate, and the satisfaction of Jinki being so fucking deep inside of him, but he also loses the sensation of push and pull against his sensitive rim. It's a fair trade, but it is a close fair, very close, because feeling that stretch and pressure on one of his most sensitive areas is always his favorite part. Without it, he's not nearly as quick to cum as he usually is.

Which suits Jinki just fine. He loves taking his time, building them up, and he does it from little passive things like fucking Jonghyun with the dilator in to heavy, obvious things like when he suddenly stops and pulls out with no warning a minute after he starts.

Jonghyun can't even complain about it. He can't complain about Jinki switching over to Taemin, fucking him fast and rough the way he likes, smiling out his dirty talk while Taemin whimpers and slaps his hand against the pillows. Taemin's eyebrows are all scrunched, his lower lip jutted out a pout, his cheek smushed against the pillow, his eyes big and watery as he holds onto Jonghyun's hand like it's the only thing in the world. He's going into baby mode real easy today, not even trying to keep himself together, just letting Jinki ruin him right from the start. How is Jonghyun supposed to be upset about that?

He can't complain, but he can look over his shoulder in the hopes that he'll catch Jinki's eye. He can wiggle his booty invitingly, reminding Jinki that it's there. He can scroll down on the tweet himself and read all of the comments about Taemin out loud to him, kissing his cheeks between each one, and hope that Jinki decides Taemin is getting too close to cumming and switches back.

For his efforts, he gets Jinki rolling his eyes, slapping his booty cheek, and a firm reprimand: "be patient, baby bun."

So maybe he wasn't as slick as he thought he was being. He sighs, resigned. He sways his booty more, just because he wants to. Because maybe it'll make Jinki reconsider. "Be patient for how long?" he grumbles. Patience isn't his strong suit. "I want your cum, Jinki, I want you to fill me up, I want you to make me yours–" Jinki spanks him again–not nearly hard enough for him to enjoy it, but definitely loud enough for Taemin to whine about it–and pushes his fingers into his hole. Jonghyun giggles, not entirely guilty. It was worth a shot. And it did, at least, get him the fingers. With his other hand, Jinki reaches for his phone and picks it up.

"Lets see," he hums. He types around for a minute. "If anyone thinks you deserve it." He puts the phone back down in front of them. He's replied to his own tweet with a poll: which one should get my cum??

The two options are just a pink heart emoji and a black heart emoji. The time limit is set for 15 minutes.

Absolutely unfair. Like, Jonghyun realizes that this is probably the most fair and unbiased way, but also. Absolutely unfair. How is he supposed to get a load dumped into his ass if he can't manipulate Jinki into giving it to him by being cute?

Taemin, silent this whole time, reaches for the phone. His hand jerks every time Jinki fucks into him on top of already being shaky, but he slowly, determinedly, points one finger at the poll and pokes the black heart emoji.

"Hey!" Jonghyun shouts. Now that actually isn't fair. With Taemin's vote, the poll jumps up to its current position: Jonghyun at 53, Taemin at 42. Jonghyun is relieved that he's winning already, but still. "Fucked up," he grumbles.

"All right, well," Jinki says. The words are half laughter. Taemin, already grinning, extremely proud of himself, starts laughing too. Jonghyun finds out why when, a moment later, Jinki is holding onto his booty and pushing his cock back into him instead. He laughs himself, a little chuckle, before he settles back into the deliciousness of getting fucked. He guesses he doesn't mind. One vote against him is worth this.

The poll says 15 minutes, but it feels like 50. Jonghyun started out in the lead, but Taemin quickly catches up and passes him. Jonghyun gains that lead back a couple minutes later, but again, Taemin is right on his heels. It's tense, a heated competition, and it doesn't help at all that every time one of them takes the lead by more than 10 votes, Jinki switches back to fucking that one instead.

The replies, too: "pink bunny already got a load, they don't need another one,” "the one on the right needs the extra help to stretch them out wider," "tell us where you are so we can all come over and fill the winner up until they're overflowing," "give it to pretty pink!! They look like they deserve the world,” "fill me up instead bunbun <3”

The last one is a little off topic, but Jonghyun can't say that he blames them.

What he can say is, "no gosh what the fuck dammit no shit fuck are you serious fuck fuck gosh oh my gosh," when, after 15 minutes, the poll ends and they get a look at the final score. Him, 287. Taemin, 304. "Homophobic," he pouts. He cannot believe.

"Actually, I think this is a landmark victory for the queers," Taemin says. "The people have spoken and they think a nice twink deserves to get flooded with cum even if he can't fit a water bottle inside of his asshole, and I for one think that–”

"Jinki, just fuck him already, make him shut up," Jonghyun snaps.

"Grumpy grumpy," Taemin grins. "Maybe you should–oh. Oh, oof. God, just like that. More." His voice turns into a pout halfway through as Jinki salutes Jonghyun and then starts fucking him deeper, harder, better. Jonghyun smiles. He likes this Taemin much better. Jinki puts his hands on either side of Taemin's head, holding his weight, giving him a better angle. To Jonghyun, he says, "don't be bitter."

"Please," Jonghyun says. He pinches Taemin's cheeks, kisses between his eyes. "I'm already over it." He loves watching Taemin get fucked, and now he can actually focus on it. And besides. No one said that he can't hop on Jinki's cock as soon as he's done with Taemin. He struggles himself into sitting up straight, on his heels, so he can rub Taemin's shoulders, smooth his hands over his back, and hold his booty open better for Jinki. He even fits one hand around under him to jerk him off nice and slow.

It absolutely knocks Taemin out, just like he knew it would. Taemin can barely handle the stimulation of being fucked alone, let alone having Jinki doing his best, let alone having any extra attention paid to him while it's happening. He's falling apart within minutes, panting, whining, banging his little fist on the mattress, cumming.

It's always so fun to watch Taemin cum, especially when someone else is making him do it. Jonghyun gets to really focus on the scrunch between his eyebrows, the puff of his lips, the rough noise that comes from his throat. And he gets to watch after, when the orgasm ends but his aftershocks are still strong and Jinki keeps fucking him.

That's always Jonghyun's favorite part. When Jinki keeps using Taemin as he gets more and more desperate, more and more overwhelmed. He doesn't get like this when he tops. Whenever he tops the orgasms are hard and fast and he winds down quickly. But now, with Jinki hovering over him, he is absolutely, inconsolably, out of his fucking brain with pleasure.

Jonghyun tries to console him anyway. For funsies. He pets him, he shushes him, he gives Taemin his cummy fingers to suck on, knowing all the while that nothing is going to work.

Taemin collapses. Just like Jonghyun predicted at the start. His shoulders give out, chest colliding with the mattress, his hips falling at the same time until the only thing keeping his ass propped up is all of the pillows Jonghyun put under him earlier. Jinki follows him, pushes him down further, fucks him with the pressure of his entire body. His purple bunny ears are somehow still perfectly positioned on his head, bouncing with every thrust.

"That's right, jackrabbit, nice and tight for me," Jinki smiles against his ear, kisses against his temple. "Is it too much?" he asks, innocently concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

Of course, Taemin shakes his head violently, getting his hair all tangled up against the pillows, whimpering out little no's and please don't stop's. So of course, Jinki pulls on his hair and fucks him harder. And he keeps running his mouth, "no, you don't, do you? You never want me to stop, you can never get enough, always eager, always open, when I'm done you want someone else to take my place, you want a line out the door...."

There's never been a time that Jonghyun hasn't been amazed with Jinki's skill in bed. The self-control he has, the breath control, the knowledge of what exactly needs to be said exactly when, the focus, the ability to always put his partner first and foremost even when he's falling over his own edge. Just like always, Jinki is so good, treating Taemin so well, that Jonghyun doesn't even notice he's cumming until Taemin chokes on his own breath about it.

Taemin squeaks; barely, a tiny little noise that nevertheless escapes from his throat, and then he's twitching, his entire body shuddering, a smile cracking his whole face open until he's pushing his whole face into the pillow. And even then, even though Jonghyun knows that Taemin only ever does that if Jinki cums inside of him, Jonghyun still can't see the evidence of an orgasm on Jinki's face.

He only believes it when Jinki finally straightens up, gently pulling his cock out of Taemin, and his cum drips out of both of them. Jonghyun licks his lips. He looks between Jinki's cock to Taemin. Taemin pants, chest heaving, face still in the pillow. He's bringing his hands up to wiggle in between his head and the pillow so he can breathe into them instead. Occupied.

Jonghyun starts forward towards Jinki, turns back, hugs Taemin around the shoulders and kisses his cheek. Turns forward again, smiling, and crawls in front of Jinki. He doesn't bother asking if he can suck his cock. He just does it, leans down, catches the tip in his mouth, bobs his head slowly, savors the taste on his tongue. Jinki is breathing in and out towards the ceiling, hands laced behind his neck. Chuckling, he looks down, reaches down and fixes Jonghyun's bunny ears before he pets his bangs.

He doesn't speak; it always takes a minute or two after he nuts to get his voice back. At least that's something that affects him , Jonghyun thinks to himself as he gets comfortable in front of Jinki. On his knees, leaning way forward, hugging him around his hips. From this position he can swallow Jinki no problem. He takes him all the way to the back of his throat and farther, tracing the veins on the underside of his cock with his tongue. Really, he's less cleaning him up and more just tasting him, feeling him, for himself, because he wants to, because he loves to.

He pulls off to pay special attention to the head, wanting to rub his tongue over the ridge, suckle on the hole, and as he does, he realizes that Jinki went for the pull the cock over the elastic move instead of pushing his pretty purple panties down. There's a smudge of cum on them now, white stark against the violet lace covering his balls. Well. They can't have that. It might stain.

He kisses his way down to it, laps at it, sucks Jinki's balls into his mouth through the fabric. It's scratchy against his lips, making them all tingly, sending those tingles throughout his entire body. He's still so hard he can feel his pulse in his fingertips, so empty that he feels like he's not even a complete human.

"Jinki," he breathes. "Jinki, can I ride you? You promised, you said I could, let me ride you."

"I did say that," Jinki says agreeably. He yawns into his shoulder and leans back until he's plopping down onto his booty, sitting in the middle of the bed. He crosses his legs, then beckons Jonghyun forward to his lap. "C’mere, baby bun," he smiles. "Come keep me warm."

"Well, if you're so needy, I guess I'll have to," Jonghyun sighs. Leaving Taemin snorting into his hands behind him, he climbs into Jinki's lap, takes a hold of his cock, and sits himself down on it. It's easier than ever to get Jinki's entire cock inside of him, just a simple slip down, an easier rearrangement of his legs to be on either side of his hips. Once he's there, comfortable and snug, Jinki taps his nose hard.

"Brat," he scolds. Jonghyun beams at him, completely shameless.

"Thank you,” he chirps. Jinki rolls his eyes, and instead of scolding further, kisses Jonghyun.

Which distracts him quite completely. He groans quietly into Jinki's mouth. Kissing Jinki is always so soft. There's so much give to his lips, like kissing powder. It's so easy for Jonghyun to get lost in it, to forget where he is. To forget when he is. When he's kissing Jinki, he never knows if it's been seconds or minutes, hours even.

Slowly, Jinki leans back on his hands, and just as slowly, Jonghyun follows him. It's an unconscious movement, an instinct to follow his mouth. It's only once Jinki is steady and puts a hand on his hip that Jonghyun remembers he wanted to actually ride Jinki, not just be on his dick.

Except, now, he's so comfortable, so deep into this kiss, that he doesn't feel like it anymore. Instead, he just rolls his hips, grinding back and forth, gasping into Jinki's mouth every time the angle changes to put a better pressure on his prostate. Jinki has one of those cocks that takes a while to calm down after an orgasm, so he’s still hard, and if Jonghyun plays it right, he won't even go soft at all before he's ready for round two. Maybe Jonghyun will even get his own nut in before that and then he'll get to get absolutely wrecked by Jinki while he's all oversensitive and tired.

Maybe not, because small, warm hands touch his back, slide around his middle, and wrap around his waist. Taemin kisses all over his shoulders and neck. For a moment, just a moment, Jinki breaks the kiss with Jonghyun to press his mouth to Taemin's. Then, chuckling, teasing Jonghyun for his whines and his little grabby hands, Jinki continues where they left off.

Taemin feels Jonghyun up slowly, lovingly, as always. His little hand creeps down, squishes the booty, plays with the dilator, slips two fingers into Jonghyun's hole. They fit in so easily with the dilator, even passed it, snug next to Jinki's cock, pressing against his walls. Taemin can't get to his prostate from his angle, though–he tries, reaching with his little fingers, twisting his wrist, even taking his hand out and trying again from the front. Eventually, he's whining with impatience, frustration, and so is Jonghyun. He wants it, he wants the pressure, pinpoint and direct, bringing him to another orgasm, and both of them don't know what to do about it. Jinki, of course, is content to let them squirm.

"What, baby bun, jackrabbit?" he asks, smiling against Jonghyun's mouth. Jonghyun whines louder. He knows what . "What do you want?" Jinki asks again. He holds Jonghyun still, pulls him close, so close, his cock pushing huge millimeters deeper into him, speaks against his cheek. "Do you want to get fucked?" to Jonghyun, "and what about you? do you want to get fucked again, too?" to Taemin.

Jonghyun knows his answer. He whispers it, "yes yes yes, please," into Jinki's hair. Taemin doesn't seem too sure.

"I," he says. He swallows. "I want." He grinds his hips forward, his newest boner pressing up against Jonghyun's lower back.

"You want to fuck him?" Jinki asks. "Or you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," Taemin says, "wait, I mean. No. I mean. I don't know." His voice cracks. It's not fair, asking him questions, making him think, when he's like this. Jonghyun almost feels bad for him. "I want," he says, "please," he's so fucking adorable, "I want you two."

"Well," Jinki says pleasantly. "You heard him. On your back." Without even giving Jonghyun time to process, Jinki is picking him up and tossing him gently onto the pillows.

He lands with an oof, stars in his eyes at the head rush, and barely gathers himself together enough to watch Jinki gently guiding an equally dazed Taemin between his legs. He's murmuring something into Taemin's ear, something low and smooth, something that makes Taemin's hands tremble harder than usual as he picks Jonghyun's legs up by the backs of his knees.

He pushes Jonghyun's legs up, and up and up and up, until his knees are hovering by his head. Jinki pushes him closer, on top of Jonghyun, so his legs hook over both of his shoulders. And then closer, so Taemin has to hold himself up with his forearms on either side of Jonghyun's head, so they're breathing the same air, so Jonghyun reaches up and tangles his fingers in his hair and kisses him.

Jinki reaches around and jerks Taemin off. Jonghyun can feel it, the shift of his arm against his leg, the brush of his knuckles. Jinki lines Taemin's cock up to Jonghyun's asshole and pushes him inside. And Taemin doesn't fill him up the the way Jinki does, especially with the dilator, but Jonghyun can still feel every inch, every millimeter of his asshole getting stretched open, fucked deep. He still exhales hard, shivering when their hips connect, to try even though he can barely move to rise up to meet Taemin, to get him as deep as he can get him.

"Well?" Jinki hums, fluffing the hair at the back of Taemin's head. "Aren't you going to fuck him?"

Taemin tries. Jonghyun can at least say that for him. Taemin grits his teeth, tries to steady his breathing, picks himself up and fucks back down. He's slow on the rise up, trembling, and he slams back down hard and deep, but Jonghyun is certain that that's not entirely on purpose and is probably a lot more to do with how he can't control lowering his own weight anymore. He gives up on kissing and just buries his face in Jonghyun's neck, cursing breathlessly.

Jonghyun can't help but smile. He's so enamored, he's so in love. He loves a little baby boy that falls apart the second that he gets fucked one time. Jinki, behind Taemin, above both of them, smirks back down at him. Jonghyun bets that he is very proud of himself, and he bets that whatever he's doing back there between his and Taemin's bodies is doing nothing at all to help Taemin regain coherency. Jonghyun would bet any amount of money that Jinki has his fingers inside of Taemin, just at his entrance, just barely teasing him every time he pulls back. His fingers or his cock.

No, scratch that. Definitely his fingers. Definitely those, because after another minute of Taemin struggling, the loud groan and sharp teeth in Jonghyun's neck, not to mention the heavy increase of weight on top of him, is definitely because Jinki switched to his cock instead. Switched to his cock and fucked himself all the way in, as deep as he could go, deep enough to push Taemin's cock further inside of Jonghyun.

"Oof, ooh," Jonghyun hisses, pleased beyond compare at all of the pressure. He does love being squished, and being squished while getting fucked? Absolute bliss. Keeping one arm around Taemin's shoulders, he slides his other hand down to Jinki's on his waist. "Go easy on him," he says, circling his fingers around Jinki's wrist. He's getting real close to being overwhelmed in a bad way.

"Fuck you," Taemin snaps into his neck. He rocks his hips as much as he can, grinding stubbornly between them. "I can take it.” Again, his voice cracks. He raises it, like being louder will make them forget that it happened. “Go hard on me.” Jonghyun rolls his eyes. Absolute gremlin.

"Don't worry, jackrabbit, I will," Jinki says, and when Jonghyun opens his mouth, scandalized, silently shakes his head no. "I'll go medium ," he mouths. Jonghyun hesitates for a moment, and then he shrugs. Yeah, sure. Taemin can take it. And if he can't, it'll be hot.

Taemin keeps up for the first minute. Jinki pulls back, he pulls back, he fucks into Jonghyun, he pulls backs, Jinki fucks into him. They repeat that, settling into a rhythm, and Taemin keeps up. Almost. He's sloppy, shaking, his hands trembling so hard Jonghyun can feel it against his head. And Jinki starts going harder, faster, picking up the pace for him, ramping up steadily even as he quickly falls behind.

Honestly, Jonghyun is impressed with how long he lasts before he just straight-up gives up. He thought his favorite bub would last maybe 5 thrusts, 6 or 7 if he was lucky, but he manages almost three whole entire minutes before he drops all of his weight onto Jonghyun. He hugs Jonghyun around the head, one hand gripping in his hair, the other holding on to his bunny ear headband, and moans into his neck as Jinki starts actually putting in effort.

Jinki fucks him medium hard, Jonghyun would say, bordering on hard, but Taemin sounds so fucking beautiful as he does it that Jonghyun can't make himself reprimand. He kisses Taemin instead, his hair, his cheek, and watches Jinki work. Jonghyun isn't usually an eye contact babe, but there's always something, something about Jinki's eyes, his gaze, that makes it so much fucking hotter to lock eyes with him while he's having sex.

Jonghyun thinks its determination. It's impossible not to think Jinki is extra good when he's putting in so much effort both of them feel so good.

Both of them , because while Taemin is stationary inside of him, it still feels like he's getting fucked, Jinki pushing Taemin into him, giving him the pressure, the motion, the rhythm. It's almost like Jinki is fucking him with Taemin, or through Taemin, fucking both of them at once.

Jonghyun was close even before he sat down on Jinki's cock all of that time ago and now, after everything, he's almost dizzy with the need for release. He knows that Jinki is getting close as well; for all of his stamina, all of his control, nothing gets him closer to cumming then having the two of them underneath him. Jonghyun also knows that Taemin is very very close to absolutely dissolving and if they put him through much more he's going to start having a bad time. These are three facts, that, when put together, lead Jonghyun to one conclusion:

"Jinki," he breathes. "Jinki, cum in me, please, give it to me, he can't take it, I can, please, honey bunny, please–"

"Baby bun." Jinki says the words pleasantly enough, patiently enough, smiling at him with his head tilted. Still, Jonghyun swears he can feel frost in the air all of a sudden. Without breaking his stride, Jinki puts one hand gently around his neck. Jonghyun's eyes widen. Instantly he knows that he's in trouble, but his smile widens, too.

When Taemin puts his hand around Jonghyun's neck, it's for the pressure, the implication. It's for Jonghyun's imagination. He doesn't know how to actually choke anyone, wouldn't ever even try.

But Jinki does know. For real. He's taken the classes. He knows the anatomy, he knows the science, he knows the risks, he knows the technique. So just his simple action of putting his hand in position has Jonghyun getting light-headed with anticipation.

"Remind me again," Jinki says, "how many times you said Taemin came in you already today?"

"Six," Jonghyun whispers.

"Six," Jinki repeats. "And how many times has Taemin gotten today?"

Jonghyun holds up one finger, blushing with shame. Jinki smiles wider, his eyes colder. He squeezes Jonghyun's neck, his thumb and his middle finger, putting pressure on his arteries. Jonghyun holds onto his wrist, swallowing hard. He breathes quickly, his body already registering the lack of oxygen, already speeding up his heart rate.

"And now you want more." Jinki holds his gaze, watching him, counting the seconds in his head. Jonghyun has never known what he counts to. Every time, it feels like the most wonderful forever. "Only for yourself, never wanting to share," Jinki says mildly. Jonghyun nods, blinking hard. Jinki can control his smile, but he can't control the fondness that shadows behind his eyes. Jonghyun still sees it. "Greedy," Jinki says. And he lets go.

And Jonghyun cums.

It's the rush, the head rush, blood and oxygen flowing back into his brain, the hormones that gush out following it. The dopamine, serotonin, all of the endorphins rushing through his bloodstream, making his vision brighten to neon, then fuzz out to white.

All of this happens in seconds, he knows, because he knows that it can't be more than seconds after it that Taemin cums as well. He tenses up, grinding out rough, slow curses, and pulls Jonghyun's hair so hard he sees stars in his returning vision. Jinki fucked him down and then held him down, all the way, so he cums as deep inside of Jonghyun as possible. Jonghyun can feel it flooding him and leaking out, gorgeous, perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Both of them.

"I can't, I can't, I can't I can't I can't," Taemin is breathing, Taemin is whimpering, Taemin is shaking his head back and forth. Dizzy and lost as he is, Jonghyun flaps a weak hand at Jinki. Shooing him, waving him away.

He can only assume that Jinki obeyed, because Taemin is sliding off of him soon after. Well, half off of him. He slips out of Jonghyun's asshole, slides down his body, hugs him around the chest, and breathes hard into his stomach. "Oh my god, oh my god," he's whispering. Even his bunny ears are twitching.

"You two okay, little bunnies?" A weight by his head, a hand in his hair; Jonghyun blinks Jinki into focus. He's petting Taemin too, and Taemin is nodding, still out of breath. Jonghyun takes a moment to remember what nodding means, and then does it himself. He's okay. He's more than okay. He's fantastic. "Yeah?" Jinki asks. His smile is all raised eyebrowed skepticism. He touches Jonghyun's throat, lightly, asks the question again. Jonghyun holds onto his wrist with both hands. He nods again, smiling. He's definitely okay. And now, Jinki's smile is all warmth, all sunshine, all overflowing Jonghyun's heart. He blushes and puts his face into his hands. Gosh.

Jinki just keeps petting him. Both of them, quietly, happily. He fixes their bangs, ruffles their undercuts, tickles under their chins and snatches his hands back when they both instinctively bite at his fingers. He goes back to petting them.

It's very soothing. Jinki is very good at it. He probably took a class on how to do this, too. How to pet your sub and his sub adjacent boyfriend. There's probably classes about that. Aftercare. That's what it's called. Aftercare classes. He probably took some of those. Jonghyun starts giggling. He's loopy, giddy, bubbly with orgasms and love, and the concept of an aftercare class is the funniest thing he's ever heard of.

The giggles overtake him very soon, until he's just laughing, loud into his hands, and then into the room when he covers his eyes instead of his mouth. And then Jinki is laughing, probably because he's confused, and Taemin is laughing, probably because he's in love.

The other two settle down, and then, eventually, so does Jonghyun. He breathes slowly until he stops laughing out each breath, until he can just smile, close his eyes, crack them open sleepily towards Jinki. He drops one hand to hold Taemin around the back of his neck, and with his other, he touches Jinki's knee.

"Did you nut, by the way?" he asks. He never checked to see. Against his tummy, Taemin shakes his head, and then a moment later, so does Jinki.

"Nope," he shrugs. "I could tell jackrabbit couldn't handle it."

"Could too," Taemin grumps into Jonghyun's belly button. Both of them ignore him. No he couldn't.

"Do you want to?" Jonghyun asks, smiling helpfully. He trails his finger around Jinki's knee, down his leg, playing with the hem of his thigh high. "I could, you know." He licks his lips, pushing his tongue against the corner of his mouth. He ticks his eyebrows up and down. "If you wanted."

"Once again," Jinki says, dropping his cheek in his hand so it squishes up. "Greedy." He pinches Jonghyun's nose softly, pinches his lips even softer when he pouts. "You've had six whole nuts all to yourself today, no, actually, seven now, and you still want–"

"No, let him have it," Taemin says. He's pouting too, but it's defiant, commanding. His eyebrows are furrowed at Jinki when Jonghyun glances down. His fingers curl into his sides defensively. "He's cute and he deserves it."

"Yeah, see?" Jonghyun says. He ruffles Taemin's hair and bends down to smooch the top of his head in front of his bunny ears. He knew Taemin was the love of his life for a reason. He turns back to meet Jinki's eyeroll with his own smug smirk. Jinki can try to deny him all day long, but he always gets what he wants in the end. It's the universally accepted truth.

And Jinki knows, because after just a moment, he sighs, rolls his eyes again, and shrugs.

"Sure, baby bun," he says. He gets to his knees, and there's his cock, still hard, still slick and wet, still perfect. "Sure. Whatever you want." His smile is threatening to burst Jonghyun's heart again, so Jonghyun distracts himself by grabbing his cock and sucking it into his mouth.

He doesn't exactly put a whole lot of effort into it. He's still tired out from his orgasm, and extra cozy on top of that. He knows Jinki doesn't mind. All Jonghyun has to do is enjoy the taste on his tongue. Cum and sweat and booty juice and, underneath it all, and the taste of Jinki, strong and pure on his taste buds. Jonghyun takes a moment just to smile up at Jinki, just to remind him how cute he is, in case he forgot in the last minute or so.

Jinki pinches his cheek.

Pleased pink, Jonghyun lets his eyes slide shut. He tugs a little bit on Jinki's hip, telling him he can fuck his mouth if he wants. Jinki does, slowly, gently, just fucking the head of his cock past his tongue. It's a lazy, languid movement, a slow pressure on his tongue and against his lips. Jonghyun hums happily.

When he does, Jinki exhales slowly, a noise of pleasure. Carefully, he swings his leg over Jonghyun's chest and gets comfortable in front of him. Holding his head in both hands, he fucks his mouth more intently, more evenly, more focused on his own pleasure. Jonghyun keeps humming since he likes it so much, happy to have his mouth used however Jinki wants to use it. He holds on to his hips, fingertips playing with the hem of his panties, slipping down to gently massage his balls underneath them.

The weight, the warmth, of Taemin on his lower body leaves him. A moment later, Jinki is hissing, exhaling again. His left hand leaves Jonghyun's head and he twists just the tiniest bit. Jonghyun assumes he's holding onto Taemin's head, pressing him further into his ass so that the noises of Taemin's tongue get louder. Taemin's hand joins Jonghyun's on his balls.

"Mmm, both of you, so good," Jinki sighs. He rocks his hips forward to Jonghyun, backwards to Taemin. "My little fuckbunnies, so eager to please me, aren't you?" he asks, and then, when both of them nod, making agreeing little noises, he chuckles. "No, I think you're both just greedy. You, a little cockslut, and you, obsessed with eating ass. It doesn't matter that it's me. You would do this for anyone. You would do this all day."

Neither of them bother to reply. They're both too busy being in love with what they're doing.

Well.

"Would do this for anyone, but," Taemin says.

"Only love doing it for you," Jonghyun finishes.

As Jinki chuckles above them, bashful, flattered, Taemin finds Jonghyun's hand on his side. They tangle their fingers together, staying connected, squeezing Jinki together, reassuring him that they're doing this for him as much as for themselves.

It's not long after that that Jinki finally cums. It's a quiet affair; it always is with Jinki, a lot of gasping and shaky breathing, his nose twitching, his mouth hanging open, his two front teeth just visible behind his lips. A happy little bunny. Jonghyun swallows him down, accepting every hot, sticky line of cum that lands his tongue, loving and savoring each drop that slides down his throat.

After, now that Jinki's orgasm is taken care of, Jonghyun is content to lie back down and just enjoy quiet chilling time again.

Taemin, of course, is not. Taemin, of course, got himself all worked up eating ass. Jonghyun doesn't even have to look to know. He can hear it in his breath, panting, can feel it in the way that his fingers curl into Jinki's side.

And then, of course, "Jinki, can I fuck you, I want to fuck you, let me fuck you, Jinki, let me, let me, let me."

Eyes closed, snuggling himself more comfortably into the pillows, Jonghyun smiles to himself. His Taemin is so cute when he's needy. Jinki must agree, because there's a smile in his voice too when he says, "of course, jackrabbit."

What happens next is a little hazy to Jonghyun. He's so cozy, warm, comfortable, tuckered out. His hearing is fading in and out, and his eyelids are doing the thing again where he closes them and his blinks lasts for a couple of minutes.

He watches Jinki getting off of him, lying down on his stomach next to him. He blinks. He watches Taemin burying his face into Jinki's ass again, moaning softly. He blinks. Something is digging into his shoulderblade; reaching underneath him, he finds the little purple bunny cock ring from earlier. No idea when that fell off. He hands it to Jinki, who takes it and kisses his fingers.

He blinks. He watches Taemin fucking Jinki, desperate, hard and fast, living up to his jackrabbit nickname. He blinks. He watches Jinki taking a selfie video on his phone, bunny nose and whiskers filter on, smiling and winking, the angle perfected to get both him and his booty getting absolutely rawed in the background. Jonghyun leans into the camera frame to press a kiss to his cheek, smile against his skin. He settles down on his side, pawing at Jinki's arm until he finishes with his phone and gives it to him to hug underneath his chin.

He blinks again, and falls asleep.

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