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Author: tixing
Title: Tripping (onto your dick) (AO3 mirror)
Base fic: Unexpected by captainjunmoney
Rating: NC-17
Focus: Chen/Suho, OT3
Length: 3.8k
Summary: Remember that call boy whom that one meddling asshole-yeah, Baekhyun-once ordered to ‘fix’ Junmyeon and Jongdae’s sex life? Yeah, that one. Well he did a really great job at fixing it. No really, he did a fantastic job. So much so that the two of them can’t seem to help themselves because they keep coming back for seconds.
Tags: threesome, rentboy, unprotected blowjob, double penetration, rimming, comeplay, voyeurism, sounding, breathplay
Notes: I can’t seem to not write smut it seems????? I was tempted to tag this as ‘one-way ticket to hell’ but decided it was probably irrelevant as a tag. I am so sorry for all of the kinks you have to read in this.
If you ask Junmyeon, he wouldn’t be able to tell you how they got here.
‘Here’ meaning him getting the pounding of his life from none other than the rent boy that the current bane of his existence, Baekhyun, had ordered for them three weeks ago.
He still doesn’t know if the gift was a blessing or a curse, given his sex life has shot through the roof in the past few weeks, but really, did it have to happen in the fashion that it did?
It’s just that Yixing was at the club they visited tonight, and Junmyeon didn’t know he could dance like that-hell, how anyone could dance like that, to be honest-and Yixing had recognised them and waved and bought drinks with them and willingly caught the taxi home with them and somehow they ended up here, on their plush bed with Yixing trying to fuck the inebriation out of him.
You know, he really thought he enjoyed the sex he’d been having with Jongdae.
Seriously.
But that one night with Yixing took his world and turned it on its head.
Yixing really was a breath of fresh air and opened Junmyeon’s eyes to a world where you can have sex with more than one person at a time. It’s a lot to take in, really. But he can’t deny that it wasn’t enjoyable. Hell, this is enjoyable, him grappling at the sheets as Yixing hauls him up and fucks into him harshly, growling, I want to hear you moan, Junma, and fuck, Junmyeon is ruined.
You know, with the logic he just came up with, Junmyeon should really thank Baekhyun for introducing him to Yixing, but why on earth would he want to do that, really.
It’s not like this will happen again, they’re just three very very drunk males who happened to know each other and also have pre-existing sexual history with each other. This is just a one-off, he tells himself, eyes shutting in pleasure as his orgasm finally comes to fruition.
Yeah, a once-off only.
***
He spoke too soon.
He currently has a lapful of a bouncing, moaning Yixing, whose cries can probably be heard on the other side of town from how loud they are. Junmyeon could ask him to tone it down if he wanted to, but he’s always liked vocal partners in bed, his boyfriend being no exception to that rule.
Said boyfriend is currently lying on the other side of the bed, spent from Yixing ploughing into him earlier, and watching them with sleepy eyes.
When Jongdae suggested they go out for dinner and then drinks, he didn’t expect to end up on a dance floor grinding against Yixing, who happened to be in the club with Baekhyun and a couple of others he didn’t know. Junmyeon’s recollections of the events leading up to this are blurry at best, so he hones his focus in on the way he’s pushing into Yixing instead.
“Go to the left more,” Jongdae tells him, gauging Yixing’s subsequent reaction and altering his directions to elicit an even better response.
Junmyeon grins and lets Jongdae control the pace and the angle, and soon has Yixing milking warm come onto his stomach as he finishes.
“Oh my god, fuck me,” Yixing gasps when he dismounts and flops onto the mattress between Junmyeon and Jongdae.
“I just did,” Junmyeon can’t help but quip, and Yixing swats him blindly with a laugh.
***
Yixing is really good at blowjobs.
Really good.
Junmyeon supposes this is somewhat expected of someone who is a sex worker, but still. Yixing is fucking amazing.
Junmyeon wishes he could say he was blind drunk, but he’s not, he’s more tipsy than anything. He has Baekhyun-fucking Baekhyun-to thank for this, the younger male celebrating his shared birthday with his housemate Dasom at their apartment one night. Double birthdays mean double the people crowded into one room, and also double the drink being handed around. The sheer amount of alcohol available could explain why Yixing locks the three of them in the bathroom and crowds Junmyeon against the wall before dropping to his knees and worshiping his dick.
His dimple looks even better when he’s smiling around a mouthful of Junmyeon’s erection.
Christ.
Jongdae watches them seated on the toilet with his hand stuffed down his pants, and Junmyeon muffles his moans against his curled fist to prevent them from echoing against the tiles. When he’s finished, Yixing all but dives for Jongdae’s crotch and gives him the same treatment, and then he’s gone from the bathroom with a flirty smile like this is something he does every day.
Which he does, come to think of it.
It leaves Junmyeon and Jongdae absolutely in the lurch, anticipating at least reciprocating the other man’s actions, but he’s gone before they can act. The two of them end up making out hotly for the next hour instead, rutting against each other to completion for a second time that evening.
***
Junmyeon would like to say they’re drunk this time, and that’s how he winds up sucking Yixing off while Jongdae drills into him.
He’s not drunk, however, none of them are. This event came about by Junmyeon waking up to a text the morning after Baekhyun’s birthday from Yixing, and he vaguely remembers trading numbers later on in the night when he finally mustered enough self-control to extract himself from Jongdae’s grasp in the bathroom. Nothing better to cure a hangover than morning sex, right?
He lets Jongdae kiss Yixing, watches Yixing’s tongue curl against his boyfriend’s, and grins as Jongdae stutters out a moan when Yixing gropes him through his pants. When Yixing kisses him, it’s while he has two fingers curled against his boyfriend’s prostate as Jongdae whines beneath him.
“I wanna try something-god-“ Jongdae struggles to get out.
“Yeah?” Yixing asks, and god, he’s always so soft and teasing.
It’s terribly attractive and arousing.
“What do you want to try, baby?” Junmyeon says, and Jongdae bites his lip.
“Double penetration,” he says as he roll this hips down on Junmyeon’s fingers, and Junmyeon nearly chokes.
When they do get around to the actual double penetration, Jongdae is probably thanking the heavens right now that Junmyeon fingered him until he cried. He wasn’t so thankful at the time, struggling with overstimulation and cursing Junmyeon loudly, but it’s made the slide in for Yixing that much easier, so hopefully Jongdae is thinking the sensory overload was worth it.
Yixing’s cock is hot, fitted snugly up against Junmyeon’s inside Jongdae, and Junmyeon is in awe of how well his boyfriend is accomodating both of them at the same time. Jongdae is lying on Junmyeon’s chest, trembling, face buried in his neck as his hot breath hits Junmyeon’s skin in staccato puffs.
“How are we doing this?” Yixing murmurs, pressing tender, sloppy kisses to Jongdae’s back.
“Just fuck me,” Jongdae answers, voice muffled yet strained, and so Yixing and Junmyeon obey.
***
This is getting out of hand.
Junmyeon blames Yixing for being far too good at kissing.
It’s probably a good idea they didn’t kiss Yixing the first time they had sex, because Yixing’s tongue is doing absolute wonders and seems hellbent on trying to make him come using only the nerves in his mouth.
Jongdae is currently eating Yixing out while the other fucks Junmyeon’s mouth with is tongue, and Junmyeon idly wonders if this weekend morning sex is a beneficial habit that they should all adopt. Jongdae screws into Yixing deeply while Junmyeon strokes his and Yixing’s cocks in unison, and when Jongdae finishes he pulls out halfway through to pull the condom off and come all over Yixing’s ass.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, before dipping his head to lick at the mess he’s created, and Yixing ends up coming while moaning into Junmyeon’s mouth. Junmyeon orgasms when Yixing slurps up the semen he’s made pool on Junmyeon’s stomach and leans up to feed it to him through a heated kiss.
***
Jongdae’s punishing him, he can feel it.
It’s so so horrible but oh so delicious at the same time. Yixing’s fucking Jongdae against the wall opposite the bed, and Junmyeon’s wrists are tied to the headboard, rendering him helpless and able to only watch the two. Whenever he shifts, he can feel the plug lodged up his ass shift and graze his prostate, sending a ribbon of pleasure to zip through his body, and he groans.
Yixing’s thighs flex powerfully as he pins Jongdae halfway up the sky blue plaster, and Jongdae slaps his hand against the wall in response to a particularly hard thrust. “Fuck, Yixing, yes, don’t stop,” he wails, and Yixing claims his lips in an uncoordinated kiss.
They don’t make it last, but Junmyeon aches anyway, turned on beyond belief with no way to relieve himself. When Yixing stutters in his movements and comes with his head buried in Jongdae’s neck, Jongdae’s legs fall from his waist to the floor and he walks over to Junmyeon shakily.
“Enjoy the show?” He says coyly, voice slightly hoarse from screaming so loudly, and Junmyeon can only whine in response.
“Please, Jongdae,” he says, and Jongdae shushes him with a kiss.
“I’ve got you,” he says, before lowering himself onto Junmyeon and riding him until he sees stars.
***
You know, it’s sort of hit that stage where Junmyeon sees them as being friends with benefits with Yixing, rather than three people who know each other and suddenly find each other and have sex.
Hm.
Somehow that crept up on them. He’s not entirely sure how, but when someone once told him, you never actively find a friend to have benefits with, it sort of just happens, it hadn’t made sense then, but it does now.
Oh boy, does it make sense now.
Junmyeon has never thought this much while having sex. He reasons he’s trying to distract himself from the slight pain of Yixing carefully inserting the sound into his dick. How Yixing even convinced him to try this is beyond his comprehension right now. How Yixing even brought the idea up in the first place is another thing. Yixing said this was supposed to feel good, but it doesn’t, fuck, it does not feel good. He feels like someone is peeling the inside of his dick with electricity, and it’s something right on the border of pain and pleasure, and man, is it uncomfortable.
“Yixing,” he whimpers slightly, and Jongdae is in his face, stroking his cheeks and feeding him sweet kisses.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jongdae soothes. “You’re doing so well, Junmyeon, so well, just a bit more, okay? You’re amazing, I love you.”
Junmyeon nods, and takes a deep breath, before he lets Jongdae continue sucking on his tongue. There comes a point in time when the resistance Yixing is pushing against disappears, and Jongdae stops kissing him to let him watch as the sound slides down of its own accord, before coming to a natural stop at the base of his cock. Fuck. There’s still an inch of glass sticking out of his dick-Christ, what the hell are they doing, and why did he volunteer?
He was curious, yes, but really, Yixing’s description-you insert a glass rod in your cock-should have warned him to stay away from this.
“Good,” Yixing says softly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Junmyeon gives a shaky nod. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.”
It’s actually pretty fascinating, this whole process. Yixing strokes his thigh, gently holding the base of Junmyeon’s cock to stabilize it, and then he reaches up with his free hand to give an experimental flick against the sound, and fuck-
“Oh my god,” Junmyeon gasps at the indescribable sensations shooting through him, and Jongdae rewards him with a wet kiss.
The two of them take turns gently fucking him with the sound still wedged in him, and he’s sobbing when he comes, completely wrecked and strung out.
***
”Watch,” Junmyeon mutters in Jongdae’s ear darkly.
Jongdae flickers his eyes open to view their reflections in the mirror and moans loudly, hand gripping Junmyeon’s thigh desperately. “Fuck, Junmyeon,” he whispers as Junmyeon lowers him onto his cock slowly.
Yixing is leaning against the headboard, watching both of them with a hand curled around himself and stroking lazily. He lets the two of them fuck gently for a while, eyes trained on their reflections, before scooting over behind Junmyeon and easing his mouth over the skin of Junmyeon’s shoulder. “Ready?”
Junmyeon nods, Jongdae falling forward to rest on his hands as Junmyeon folds himself over his boyfriend’s back. Yixing presses in slowly, and Junmyeon moans, torn between plunging forward into Jongdae or back onto Yixing’s cock. Yixing sets the pace, moving in measured thrusts that aim at optimising Junmyeon’s experience, and god, it’s really hot, all three of them watching themselves have sex in front of the floor-length mirror Jongdae bought on a whim.
“You like that?” Yixing asks him, voice low, and Junmyeon nods. “Wrap your hands around his throat.”
“What?” Junmyeon breathes, and Yixing noses the corner of his jaw.
“You heard me. Choke him. Wrap your fingers around his throat. He wants you to.”
Junmyeon’s about to protest, but Jongdae chokes out, “Do it,” from where his hands are scrabbling with the sheets, each thrust punching desperate noises out of his throat.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Jongdae says. “Fuck, do it, I’ve wanted you to do it for a while.”
“Okay,” Junmyeon agrees shakily. He turns to Yixing, “What do I do?”
Yixing guides his fingers to press in on either side of Jongdae’s Adam’s apple, snug against his pulse. “Here, baby,” he says, slowing his thrusts slightly to allow Junmyeon stabilise his grip on Jongdae’s throat. His ass goes sloppy, loose, and Junmyeon slides in that little bit deeper thanks to Yixing’s movements.
When Yixing picks up the pace again, Jongdae starts wheezing, and his body starts tightening up, and Junmyeon would appreciate the sudden pressure on his cock if he weren’t so worried about his boyfriend’s wellbeing.
“Don’t let go yet,” Yixing tells him sharply, maintaining his tempo, and Junmyeon nearly doesn’t listen, too concerned about hurting Jongdae, but Jongdae slaps a hand over his when he tries to withdraw it and shakes his head frantically.
“No,” he gasps. “Don’t stop-“
“Let go,” Yixing says, and when Junmyeon does, Jongdae sucks in as much air as he can between thrusts and moans prettily, voice cracking from pleasure.
“Fuck, Junmyeon, fuck!” He all but shouts, swaying on his hands and knees and letting his front fall forward onto the mattress dazedly.
Junmyeon’s more confident the second time around, cutting of Jongdae’s air supply and letting Yixing dictate his movements, and Jongdae suddenly comes when he eventually lets go. When Junmyeon pulls out of him and lets him collapse next to them, he’s the one on all fours, Yixing’s hips pushing into his and Yixing’s fingers pushing into his throat.
And fuck, if this is what Jongdae was feeling, then no wonder he came so quickly. Jongdae strokes a warm palm over Junmyeon’s side as he cries out in pleasure, and his orgasm hits him with the rush of dizziness that comes when Yixing releases him a third time.
***
Junmyeon wonders if he’s taking advantage of Yixing’s services because they’ve never paid him for all of the times they’ve had sex with him. Which is rotten, really, because maybe Yixing has been too nice to broach the subject, and here Junmyeon and Jongdae have been consuming his services without a care in the world. They’re taking up his time and money, and it’s not through drunken hookups anymore.
“Should…” Junmyeon starts, then trails off, losing his gumption and finding the whole topic incredibly awkward. “Should we be, like, paying you? No offence.”
Yixing gives him a funny smile, “No.” When Junmyeon’s frown deepens, he shakes his head and leans in to press light, sucking kisses along Junmyeon’s jaw. “Don’t pay me for this.”
“Oh,” Junmyeon says, feeling guilty for taking Yixing’s weekends when the other is a sex worker and probably needs those times to make money or something. “Okay.”
“Stop worrying,” Yixing says airily. “I do have a job outside of servicing others, you know.”
“Oh,” Junmyeon nods, because of course, why limit Yixing to just one occupation? How closeted of him. “That’s um. I’m sorry. For boxing you in.”
“It’s okay,” Yixing smiles. “You’re so naïvely ignorant. It’s kind of cute.”
“Okay,” Junmyeon breathes, and Yixing kisses him tenderly.
***
This…this should not be happening.
Probably.
Yeah, it probably shouldn’t. When he voices his thoughts, Yixing looks up at him darkly, and Junmyeon’s gut clenches at the sight. He pulls off, however, much to Junmyeon’s dismay, and wipes his lips on the inside of Junmyeon’s thigh-shit, that’s hot-before levelling Junmyeon with a curious gaze.
“Why not?”
“Jongdae…isn’t home, and just.”
“Yet,” Yixing’s fingers curl over Junmyeon’s thigh smoothly. “He’s not home yet. But he will be soon.”
‘Soon’ turns out to be three hours later, when Jongdae drunkenly trips through the front door to discover Junmyeon with his tongue up Yixing’s ass as the other writhes on the carpet. Junmyeon’s expecting an inflammatory response from his boyfriend walking in on him effectively cheating on him-even if he is three hours late, probably having gone out to dinner with Baekhyun and Chanyeol-but Jongdae merely grins and drops to his knees to greet both men with sloppy kisses.
“Starting without me,” he slurs, swinging a leg over Yixing’s chest and undoing his pants with uncoordinated fingers.
Yixing moans as Junmyeon alternates between licking and fingering him, and finishes Jongdae’s task with hands unaffected by alcohol.
“Open up,” Jongdae chuckles darkly, and Yixing grips his ass cheeks possessively and meets him halfway.
***
Before Junmyeon really realises it, Yixing becomes a part of his and Jongdae’s weekend life. Initially, they used to meet up purely for sex, but one day Jongdae invites him over for dinner instead. From then on, it seems, Yixing ingratiates himself into their routines, watching television with them and bouncing around the kitchen blasting music from his phone.
He’s very endearing.
Junmyeon likes this, whatever this is. This whole arrangement with Yixing makes him happy. His relationship with Jongdae is going spectacularly, and his weekends are mostly filled with him rolling around his bed with two equally gorgeous guys.
The only problem is that Yixing doesn’t just feel like a friend anymore. There’s something else, and Junmyeon’s a bit scared to think of it. It’s just that Yixing is always there. Yixing’s there to destress him after a super shitty day at work, and he’s there when Junmyeon can’t make it home on time to help Jongdae with the shopping. He’s there cooking breakfast with Junmyeon in the morning, and he’s there vacuuming when Jongdae decides it’s time for a spring clean of the apartment.
He sends sweet messages into their group chat to wish both of them a good day during the week, and he’s always at their place come Friday night, sometimes with a bag of lollies, sometimes with a movie to watch on the weekend. He quits being a sex worker, admitting he took the job for the extra money and to give him something exciting to do. But now I have you two, he tells them, and Junmyeon feels his heart kick a bit harder than normal, and Jongdae engages him in a long kiss that ends up with the three of them having sex on the couch.
He’s still there when Jongdae’s birthday rolls around, complete with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. He plies them with chocolate for dessert, and holds their hands when they go to the movies together, and somehow half of his wardrobe migrates into Junmyeon and Jongdae’s. Yixing places sticky notes around the apartment with uplifting words and smiley faces, and leaves little items of food around the place with attached explanations of you mentioned you needed this and this is the book I was telling you about.
It’s a lot to take in.
Junmyeon’s hunting around for the needle and thread to sew a new button onto his worksheet when it hits him. He wants to date Yixing. Hell, they might as well already be dating now. He considers consulting Jongdae for his opinion, but never gets around to doing it, because Jongdae’s slamming him against the pantry door when he gets home from work and big, heavy discussions aren’t really the best for situations that involve him screwing his boyfriend while he’s blindfolded with Junmyeon’s tie.
The idea festers for a couple more days, Junmyeon failing to find an appropriate time to bring it up to either Yixing or Jongdae. In the end he takes it upon himself to address the situation on a Sunday afternoon when the three of them have cleaned up and are seated in the kitchen drinking green tea.
“Yixing? I, uh, I just-this isn’t-I haven’t talked to Jongdae about this, but-you just, you’re amazing and hot and everything Jongdae and I have been missing, and I just. I really like you. A lot.”
“Okay…?” Yixing laughs good-naturedly, fingers curled around his cup and voice unsure.
“What are you getting at?” Jongdae asks, clearly amused, a smirk residing on his lips.
“Jongdae, I don’t know about you, but-I want-” Junmyeon takes a deep breath, “I really-I want Yixing to be our boyfriend. If-if that’s alright with you, of course. Both of you.”
He waits with bated breath for Jongdae’s answer, and he’s pretty sure Jongdae will be alright with the proposal, but he can’t be sure, because hell, he thought their sex life was amazing until their first with Yixing came along and highlighted Jongdae’s sexual dissatisfaction in their relationship, so who knows what Jongdae will think, and really, what about Yixing? What if Yixing doesn’t want him like he does, oh god.
Jongdae doesn’t say anything, only lets his smirk grow, and he turns a raised brow to Yixing. “Well?”
Yixing smirks right back, his adorable dimple on display, and says in a voice that sounds like he’s trying to hold back laughter, “Um. I live at your place every weekend, I kind of thought I already was your boyfriend.”
Oh.
Wait, what-
“Oh,” Junmyeon utters blankly. He frowns, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Jongdae laughs, “I don’t think it really needed explaining, given his constant presence was probably enough of a clue.”
“Oh,” Junmyeon says again, and really, he thought his vocabulary was better than witless monosyllabic answers.
“Yeah,” Yixing smiles, rising from his chair to shuffle closer and cradle Junmyeon’s face in his hands. “Oh,” he says, before kissing him, and Junmyeon laughs, giddy with joy.
Title: Tripping (onto your dick) (AO3 mirror)
Base fic: Unexpected by captainjunmoney
Rating: NC-17
Focus: Chen/Suho, OT3
Length: 3.8k
Summary: Remember that call boy whom that one meddling asshole-yeah, Baekhyun-once ordered to ‘fix’ Junmyeon and Jongdae’s sex life? Yeah, that one. Well he did a really great job at fixing it. No really, he did a fantastic job. So much so that the two of them can’t seem to help themselves because they keep coming back for seconds.
Tags: threesome, rentboy, unprotected blowjob, double penetration, rimming, comeplay, voyeurism, sounding, breathplay
Notes: I can’t seem to not write smut it seems????? I was tempted to tag this as ‘one-way ticket to hell’ but decided it was probably irrelevant as a tag. I am so sorry for all of the kinks you have to read in this.
If you ask Junmyeon, he wouldn’t be able to tell you how they got here.
‘Here’ meaning him getting the pounding of his life from none other than the rent boy that the current bane of his existence, Baekhyun, had ordered for them three weeks ago.
He still doesn’t know if the gift was a blessing or a curse, given his sex life has shot through the roof in the past few weeks, but really, did it have to happen in the fashion that it did?
It’s just that Yixing was at the club they visited tonight, and Junmyeon didn’t know he could dance like that-hell, how anyone could dance like that, to be honest-and Yixing had recognised them and waved and bought drinks with them and willingly caught the taxi home with them and somehow they ended up here, on their plush bed with Yixing trying to fuck the inebriation out of him.
You know, he really thought he enjoyed the sex he’d been having with Jongdae.
Seriously.
But that one night with Yixing took his world and turned it on its head.
Yixing really was a breath of fresh air and opened Junmyeon’s eyes to a world where you can have sex with more than one person at a time. It’s a lot to take in, really. But he can’t deny that it wasn’t enjoyable. Hell, this is enjoyable, him grappling at the sheets as Yixing hauls him up and fucks into him harshly, growling, I want to hear you moan, Junma, and fuck, Junmyeon is ruined.
You know, with the logic he just came up with, Junmyeon should really thank Baekhyun for introducing him to Yixing, but why on earth would he want to do that, really.
It’s not like this will happen again, they’re just three very very drunk males who happened to know each other and also have pre-existing sexual history with each other. This is just a one-off, he tells himself, eyes shutting in pleasure as his orgasm finally comes to fruition.
Yeah, a once-off only.
***
He spoke too soon.
He currently has a lapful of a bouncing, moaning Yixing, whose cries can probably be heard on the other side of town from how loud they are. Junmyeon could ask him to tone it down if he wanted to, but he’s always liked vocal partners in bed, his boyfriend being no exception to that rule.
Said boyfriend is currently lying on the other side of the bed, spent from Yixing ploughing into him earlier, and watching them with sleepy eyes.
When Jongdae suggested they go out for dinner and then drinks, he didn’t expect to end up on a dance floor grinding against Yixing, who happened to be in the club with Baekhyun and a couple of others he didn’t know. Junmyeon’s recollections of the events leading up to this are blurry at best, so he hones his focus in on the way he’s pushing into Yixing instead.
“Go to the left more,” Jongdae tells him, gauging Yixing’s subsequent reaction and altering his directions to elicit an even better response.
Junmyeon grins and lets Jongdae control the pace and the angle, and soon has Yixing milking warm come onto his stomach as he finishes.
“Oh my god, fuck me,” Yixing gasps when he dismounts and flops onto the mattress between Junmyeon and Jongdae.
“I just did,” Junmyeon can’t help but quip, and Yixing swats him blindly with a laugh.
***
Yixing is really good at blowjobs.
Really good.
Junmyeon supposes this is somewhat expected of someone who is a sex worker, but still. Yixing is fucking amazing.
Junmyeon wishes he could say he was blind drunk, but he’s not, he’s more tipsy than anything. He has Baekhyun-fucking Baekhyun-to thank for this, the younger male celebrating his shared birthday with his housemate Dasom at their apartment one night. Double birthdays mean double the people crowded into one room, and also double the drink being handed around. The sheer amount of alcohol available could explain why Yixing locks the three of them in the bathroom and crowds Junmyeon against the wall before dropping to his knees and worshiping his dick.
His dimple looks even better when he’s smiling around a mouthful of Junmyeon’s erection.
Christ.
Jongdae watches them seated on the toilet with his hand stuffed down his pants, and Junmyeon muffles his moans against his curled fist to prevent them from echoing against the tiles. When he’s finished, Yixing all but dives for Jongdae’s crotch and gives him the same treatment, and then he’s gone from the bathroom with a flirty smile like this is something he does every day.
Which he does, come to think of it.
It leaves Junmyeon and Jongdae absolutely in the lurch, anticipating at least reciprocating the other man’s actions, but he’s gone before they can act. The two of them end up making out hotly for the next hour instead, rutting against each other to completion for a second time that evening.
***
Junmyeon would like to say they’re drunk this time, and that’s how he winds up sucking Yixing off while Jongdae drills into him.
He’s not drunk, however, none of them are. This event came about by Junmyeon waking up to a text the morning after Baekhyun’s birthday from Yixing, and he vaguely remembers trading numbers later on in the night when he finally mustered enough self-control to extract himself from Jongdae’s grasp in the bathroom. Nothing better to cure a hangover than morning sex, right?
He lets Jongdae kiss Yixing, watches Yixing’s tongue curl against his boyfriend’s, and grins as Jongdae stutters out a moan when Yixing gropes him through his pants. When Yixing kisses him, it’s while he has two fingers curled against his boyfriend’s prostate as Jongdae whines beneath him.
“I wanna try something-god-“ Jongdae struggles to get out.
“Yeah?” Yixing asks, and god, he’s always so soft and teasing.
It’s terribly attractive and arousing.
“What do you want to try, baby?” Junmyeon says, and Jongdae bites his lip.
“Double penetration,” he says as he roll this hips down on Junmyeon’s fingers, and Junmyeon nearly chokes.
When they do get around to the actual double penetration, Jongdae is probably thanking the heavens right now that Junmyeon fingered him until he cried. He wasn’t so thankful at the time, struggling with overstimulation and cursing Junmyeon loudly, but it’s made the slide in for Yixing that much easier, so hopefully Jongdae is thinking the sensory overload was worth it.
Yixing’s cock is hot, fitted snugly up against Junmyeon’s inside Jongdae, and Junmyeon is in awe of how well his boyfriend is accomodating both of them at the same time. Jongdae is lying on Junmyeon’s chest, trembling, face buried in his neck as his hot breath hits Junmyeon’s skin in staccato puffs.
“How are we doing this?” Yixing murmurs, pressing tender, sloppy kisses to Jongdae’s back.
“Just fuck me,” Jongdae answers, voice muffled yet strained, and so Yixing and Junmyeon obey.
***
This is getting out of hand.
Junmyeon blames Yixing for being far too good at kissing.
It’s probably a good idea they didn’t kiss Yixing the first time they had sex, because Yixing’s tongue is doing absolute wonders and seems hellbent on trying to make him come using only the nerves in his mouth.
Jongdae is currently eating Yixing out while the other fucks Junmyeon’s mouth with is tongue, and Junmyeon idly wonders if this weekend morning sex is a beneficial habit that they should all adopt. Jongdae screws into Yixing deeply while Junmyeon strokes his and Yixing’s cocks in unison, and when Jongdae finishes he pulls out halfway through to pull the condom off and come all over Yixing’s ass.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, before dipping his head to lick at the mess he’s created, and Yixing ends up coming while moaning into Junmyeon’s mouth. Junmyeon orgasms when Yixing slurps up the semen he’s made pool on Junmyeon’s stomach and leans up to feed it to him through a heated kiss.
***
Jongdae’s punishing him, he can feel it.
It’s so so horrible but oh so delicious at the same time. Yixing’s fucking Jongdae against the wall opposite the bed, and Junmyeon’s wrists are tied to the headboard, rendering him helpless and able to only watch the two. Whenever he shifts, he can feel the plug lodged up his ass shift and graze his prostate, sending a ribbon of pleasure to zip through his body, and he groans.
Yixing’s thighs flex powerfully as he pins Jongdae halfway up the sky blue plaster, and Jongdae slaps his hand against the wall in response to a particularly hard thrust. “Fuck, Yixing, yes, don’t stop,” he wails, and Yixing claims his lips in an uncoordinated kiss.
They don’t make it last, but Junmyeon aches anyway, turned on beyond belief with no way to relieve himself. When Yixing stutters in his movements and comes with his head buried in Jongdae’s neck, Jongdae’s legs fall from his waist to the floor and he walks over to Junmyeon shakily.
“Enjoy the show?” He says coyly, voice slightly hoarse from screaming so loudly, and Junmyeon can only whine in response.
“Please, Jongdae,” he says, and Jongdae shushes him with a kiss.
“I’ve got you,” he says, before lowering himself onto Junmyeon and riding him until he sees stars.
***
You know, it’s sort of hit that stage where Junmyeon sees them as being friends with benefits with Yixing, rather than three people who know each other and suddenly find each other and have sex.
Hm.
Somehow that crept up on them. He’s not entirely sure how, but when someone once told him, you never actively find a friend to have benefits with, it sort of just happens, it hadn’t made sense then, but it does now.
Oh boy, does it make sense now.
Junmyeon has never thought this much while having sex. He reasons he’s trying to distract himself from the slight pain of Yixing carefully inserting the sound into his dick. How Yixing even convinced him to try this is beyond his comprehension right now. How Yixing even brought the idea up in the first place is another thing. Yixing said this was supposed to feel good, but it doesn’t, fuck, it does not feel good. He feels like someone is peeling the inside of his dick with electricity, and it’s something right on the border of pain and pleasure, and man, is it uncomfortable.
“Yixing,” he whimpers slightly, and Jongdae is in his face, stroking his cheeks and feeding him sweet kisses.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jongdae soothes. “You’re doing so well, Junmyeon, so well, just a bit more, okay? You’re amazing, I love you.”
Junmyeon nods, and takes a deep breath, before he lets Jongdae continue sucking on his tongue. There comes a point in time when the resistance Yixing is pushing against disappears, and Jongdae stops kissing him to let him watch as the sound slides down of its own accord, before coming to a natural stop at the base of his cock. Fuck. There’s still an inch of glass sticking out of his dick-Christ, what the hell are they doing, and why did he volunteer?
He was curious, yes, but really, Yixing’s description-you insert a glass rod in your cock-should have warned him to stay away from this.
“Good,” Yixing says softly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Junmyeon gives a shaky nod. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.”
It’s actually pretty fascinating, this whole process. Yixing strokes his thigh, gently holding the base of Junmyeon’s cock to stabilize it, and then he reaches up with his free hand to give an experimental flick against the sound, and fuck-
“Oh my god,” Junmyeon gasps at the indescribable sensations shooting through him, and Jongdae rewards him with a wet kiss.
The two of them take turns gently fucking him with the sound still wedged in him, and he’s sobbing when he comes, completely wrecked and strung out.
***
”Watch,” Junmyeon mutters in Jongdae’s ear darkly.
Jongdae flickers his eyes open to view their reflections in the mirror and moans loudly, hand gripping Junmyeon’s thigh desperately. “Fuck, Junmyeon,” he whispers as Junmyeon lowers him onto his cock slowly.
Yixing is leaning against the headboard, watching both of them with a hand curled around himself and stroking lazily. He lets the two of them fuck gently for a while, eyes trained on their reflections, before scooting over behind Junmyeon and easing his mouth over the skin of Junmyeon’s shoulder. “Ready?”
Junmyeon nods, Jongdae falling forward to rest on his hands as Junmyeon folds himself over his boyfriend’s back. Yixing presses in slowly, and Junmyeon moans, torn between plunging forward into Jongdae or back onto Yixing’s cock. Yixing sets the pace, moving in measured thrusts that aim at optimising Junmyeon’s experience, and god, it’s really hot, all three of them watching themselves have sex in front of the floor-length mirror Jongdae bought on a whim.
“You like that?” Yixing asks him, voice low, and Junmyeon nods. “Wrap your hands around his throat.”
“What?” Junmyeon breathes, and Yixing noses the corner of his jaw.
“You heard me. Choke him. Wrap your fingers around his throat. He wants you to.”
Junmyeon’s about to protest, but Jongdae chokes out, “Do it,” from where his hands are scrabbling with the sheets, each thrust punching desperate noises out of his throat.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Jongdae says. “Fuck, do it, I’ve wanted you to do it for a while.”
“Okay,” Junmyeon agrees shakily. He turns to Yixing, “What do I do?”
Yixing guides his fingers to press in on either side of Jongdae’s Adam’s apple, snug against his pulse. “Here, baby,” he says, slowing his thrusts slightly to allow Junmyeon stabilise his grip on Jongdae’s throat. His ass goes sloppy, loose, and Junmyeon slides in that little bit deeper thanks to Yixing’s movements.
When Yixing picks up the pace again, Jongdae starts wheezing, and his body starts tightening up, and Junmyeon would appreciate the sudden pressure on his cock if he weren’t so worried about his boyfriend’s wellbeing.
“Don’t let go yet,” Yixing tells him sharply, maintaining his tempo, and Junmyeon nearly doesn’t listen, too concerned about hurting Jongdae, but Jongdae slaps a hand over his when he tries to withdraw it and shakes his head frantically.
“No,” he gasps. “Don’t stop-“
“Let go,” Yixing says, and when Junmyeon does, Jongdae sucks in as much air as he can between thrusts and moans prettily, voice cracking from pleasure.
“Fuck, Junmyeon, fuck!” He all but shouts, swaying on his hands and knees and letting his front fall forward onto the mattress dazedly.
Junmyeon’s more confident the second time around, cutting of Jongdae’s air supply and letting Yixing dictate his movements, and Jongdae suddenly comes when he eventually lets go. When Junmyeon pulls out of him and lets him collapse next to them, he’s the one on all fours, Yixing’s hips pushing into his and Yixing’s fingers pushing into his throat.
And fuck, if this is what Jongdae was feeling, then no wonder he came so quickly. Jongdae strokes a warm palm over Junmyeon’s side as he cries out in pleasure, and his orgasm hits him with the rush of dizziness that comes when Yixing releases him a third time.
***
Junmyeon wonders if he’s taking advantage of Yixing’s services because they’ve never paid him for all of the times they’ve had sex with him. Which is rotten, really, because maybe Yixing has been too nice to broach the subject, and here Junmyeon and Jongdae have been consuming his services without a care in the world. They’re taking up his time and money, and it’s not through drunken hookups anymore.
“Should…” Junmyeon starts, then trails off, losing his gumption and finding the whole topic incredibly awkward. “Should we be, like, paying you? No offence.”
Yixing gives him a funny smile, “No.” When Junmyeon’s frown deepens, he shakes his head and leans in to press light, sucking kisses along Junmyeon’s jaw. “Don’t pay me for this.”
“Oh,” Junmyeon says, feeling guilty for taking Yixing’s weekends when the other is a sex worker and probably needs those times to make money or something. “Okay.”
“Stop worrying,” Yixing says airily. “I do have a job outside of servicing others, you know.”
“Oh,” Junmyeon nods, because of course, why limit Yixing to just one occupation? How closeted of him. “That’s um. I’m sorry. For boxing you in.”
“It’s okay,” Yixing smiles. “You’re so naïvely ignorant. It’s kind of cute.”
“Okay,” Junmyeon breathes, and Yixing kisses him tenderly.
***
This…this should not be happening.
Probably.
Yeah, it probably shouldn’t. When he voices his thoughts, Yixing looks up at him darkly, and Junmyeon’s gut clenches at the sight. He pulls off, however, much to Junmyeon’s dismay, and wipes his lips on the inside of Junmyeon’s thigh-shit, that’s hot-before levelling Junmyeon with a curious gaze.
“Why not?”
“Jongdae…isn’t home, and just.”
“Yet,” Yixing’s fingers curl over Junmyeon’s thigh smoothly. “He’s not home yet. But he will be soon.”
‘Soon’ turns out to be three hours later, when Jongdae drunkenly trips through the front door to discover Junmyeon with his tongue up Yixing’s ass as the other writhes on the carpet. Junmyeon’s expecting an inflammatory response from his boyfriend walking in on him effectively cheating on him-even if he is three hours late, probably having gone out to dinner with Baekhyun and Chanyeol-but Jongdae merely grins and drops to his knees to greet both men with sloppy kisses.
“Starting without me,” he slurs, swinging a leg over Yixing’s chest and undoing his pants with uncoordinated fingers.
Yixing moans as Junmyeon alternates between licking and fingering him, and finishes Jongdae’s task with hands unaffected by alcohol.
“Open up,” Jongdae chuckles darkly, and Yixing grips his ass cheeks possessively and meets him halfway.
***
Before Junmyeon really realises it, Yixing becomes a part of his and Jongdae’s weekend life. Initially, they used to meet up purely for sex, but one day Jongdae invites him over for dinner instead. From then on, it seems, Yixing ingratiates himself into their routines, watching television with them and bouncing around the kitchen blasting music from his phone.
He’s very endearing.
Junmyeon likes this, whatever this is. This whole arrangement with Yixing makes him happy. His relationship with Jongdae is going spectacularly, and his weekends are mostly filled with him rolling around his bed with two equally gorgeous guys.
The only problem is that Yixing doesn’t just feel like a friend anymore. There’s something else, and Junmyeon’s a bit scared to think of it. It’s just that Yixing is always there. Yixing’s there to destress him after a super shitty day at work, and he’s there when Junmyeon can’t make it home on time to help Jongdae with the shopping. He’s there cooking breakfast with Junmyeon in the morning, and he’s there vacuuming when Jongdae decides it’s time for a spring clean of the apartment.
He sends sweet messages into their group chat to wish both of them a good day during the week, and he’s always at their place come Friday night, sometimes with a bag of lollies, sometimes with a movie to watch on the weekend. He quits being a sex worker, admitting he took the job for the extra money and to give him something exciting to do. But now I have you two, he tells them, and Junmyeon feels his heart kick a bit harder than normal, and Jongdae engages him in a long kiss that ends up with the three of them having sex on the couch.
He’s still there when Jongdae’s birthday rolls around, complete with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. He plies them with chocolate for dessert, and holds their hands when they go to the movies together, and somehow half of his wardrobe migrates into Junmyeon and Jongdae’s. Yixing places sticky notes around the apartment with uplifting words and smiley faces, and leaves little items of food around the place with attached explanations of you mentioned you needed this and this is the book I was telling you about.
It’s a lot to take in.
Junmyeon’s hunting around for the needle and thread to sew a new button onto his worksheet when it hits him. He wants to date Yixing. Hell, they might as well already be dating now. He considers consulting Jongdae for his opinion, but never gets around to doing it, because Jongdae’s slamming him against the pantry door when he gets home from work and big, heavy discussions aren’t really the best for situations that involve him screwing his boyfriend while he’s blindfolded with Junmyeon’s tie.
The idea festers for a couple more days, Junmyeon failing to find an appropriate time to bring it up to either Yixing or Jongdae. In the end he takes it upon himself to address the situation on a Sunday afternoon when the three of them have cleaned up and are seated in the kitchen drinking green tea.
“Yixing? I, uh, I just-this isn’t-I haven’t talked to Jongdae about this, but-you just, you’re amazing and hot and everything Jongdae and I have been missing, and I just. I really like you. A lot.”
“Okay…?” Yixing laughs good-naturedly, fingers curled around his cup and voice unsure.
“What are you getting at?” Jongdae asks, clearly amused, a smirk residing on his lips.
“Jongdae, I don’t know about you, but-I want-” Junmyeon takes a deep breath, “I really-I want Yixing to be our boyfriend. If-if that’s alright with you, of course. Both of you.”
He waits with bated breath for Jongdae’s answer, and he’s pretty sure Jongdae will be alright with the proposal, but he can’t be sure, because hell, he thought their sex life was amazing until their first with Yixing came along and highlighted Jongdae’s sexual dissatisfaction in their relationship, so who knows what Jongdae will think, and really, what about Yixing? What if Yixing doesn’t want him like he does, oh god.
Jongdae doesn’t say anything, only lets his smirk grow, and he turns a raised brow to Yixing. “Well?”
Yixing smirks right back, his adorable dimple on display, and says in a voice that sounds like he’s trying to hold back laughter, “Um. I live at your place every weekend, I kind of thought I already was your boyfriend.”
Oh.
Wait, what-
“Oh,” Junmyeon utters blankly. He frowns, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Jongdae laughs, “I don’t think it really needed explaining, given his constant presence was probably enough of a clue.”
“Oh,” Junmyeon says again, and really, he thought his vocabulary was better than witless monosyllabic answers.
“Yeah,” Yixing smiles, rising from his chair to shuffle closer and cradle Junmyeon’s face in his hands. “Oh,” he says, before kissing him, and Junmyeon laughs, giddy with joy.