it's about you, it's about me
this is for mysa is anybody surprised exactly zero people are surprised. if limbs somehow rearrange themselves in the timespan of a sentence, i'm sorry, ot3 porn is really hard though like really really hard and this is literally like 3k of ot3 porn giVE ME A BREAK. warnings for mpreg, double-penetration, and slight D/s undertones?
not one, but two
Hakyeon is sleeping soundly, nestled warmly between his comforters. He’s been tired a lot lately, exhausted really, but he knows it’s to be expected. In fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t slept less than ten hours a day ever since he entered his second trimester. It’s kind of really draining, this whole having a baby thing.
Which is not to say that he doesn’t appreciate waking to the bed dipping under the weight of his lover, of having large, strong hands smooth their way gently over his belly. Hakyeon tries to feign sleep so he can just soak in Taekwoon’s calm attention for a few more minutes, but the corners of his lip twitches, and he feels Taekwoon lean in, hovering over him, waiting.
Hakyeon peeks open an eye to find Taekwoon watching him evenly, eyes soft in a way that suggests he’s biting back a smile.
“What time is it,” Hakyeon mumbles, burying his face back into the sheets, ignoring Taekwoon’s quiet chuckle.
“Doesn’t matter,” Taekwoon murmurs. Hakyeon, frankly, totally agrees. He’s still caught in between waking and falling asleep again, but then Taekwoon shifts, pushing Hakyeon onto his back until Hakyeon’s blinking up at him questioningly. Taekwoon just smiles again, pressing their foreheads together as he settles himself between Hakyeon’s legs.
He kisses Hakyeon slowly, like they’ve got all the time in the world, and Hakyeon can’t say he objects at all. Taekwoon has always been sweet and gentle, and today is no exception. He cups Hakyeon’s face in his hand as he brushes his lips against Hakyeon’s, chaste but intimate, and Hakyeon laces their fingers together, humming pleasantly when Taekwoon squeezes his hand, warm and reassuring.
“How are you feeling?” Taekwoon asks of him. Hakyeon’s breath hitches as Taekwoon moves to mouth at his neck, and he closes his eyes, reveling in the feel of Taekwoon’s teeth nipping at his skin, of his tongue teasingly tracing the curve of his Adam’s apple.
Hakyeon manages to breathe out a shaky, “Tired. Stay with me, please?” which Taekwoon answers with a kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll take care of you,” Taekwoon promises, running a hand across Hakyeon’s chest, playing with Hakyeon’s nipples until they’re hard and sensitive, and Hakyeon has to bite his lip to stop himself from whimpering.
Taekwoon, of course, watches him the entire time, his eyes holding Hakyeon’s as he looks for any sign of discomfort, for any inkling that Hakyeon might not be okay. It used to annoy him that Taekwoon was so protective, but over the years, Hakyeon’s come to realize that it’s probably more for Taekwoon himself than for Hakyeon. Taekwoon likes to assure himself that Hakyeon’s fine, that he can kiss away the stress and anxiety of Hakyeon’s day, that Hakyeon’s still here, not a figment of his imagination, nor a manifestation of his delusions. Because the thing is, Taekwoon is someone who wants.
There are things that Taekwoon can’t put into words, things that Hakyeon knows inherently in his heart but can’t describe. So he lets Taekwoon map his skin with his hands, his tongue, with every part of his body that Hakyeon allows. He’s given a lot of himself to Taekwoon, and Taekwoon tries to show him how much he appreciates the trust and the selflessness every way he knows how. He touches Hakyeon without hesitation, letting Hakyeon pull him close for kiss and push off the nightshirt that barely covers his stomach.
He’s getting quite big now, but twins have a tendency to do that. He knows his daughters are growing nicely into perfectly healthy little beings waiting to be born. He’s kept their sex a secret, not because he doesn’t want anyone to know, but because he’s kind of really looking forward to seeing the look on Taekwoon’s face when he sees his baby princesses for the first time.
It doesn’t really matter, but it’s the small things that Hakyeon likes to remember. Like how Taekwoon likes to run his hands down Hakyeon’s thighs because he likes the way Hakyeon shudders at his touch, or how he’ll ease Hakyeon onto his hands and knees with a hand on the small of Hakyeon’s back and his lips to Hakyeon’s neck. Hakyeon himself especially likes it when they move together like this, Taekwoon pressed against him, covering all Hakyeon with himself.
He’s so caught up in the moment, relishing the way Taekwoon rocks their bodies together, the outline of his hard cock pressing against Hakyeon’s ass, that he doesn’t notice the front door to their apartment opening and closing. Neither does he register the soft shuffle of footsteps toward their bedroom. He misses the quirk of Taekwoon’s lips when Taekwoon catches sight of who’s standing in the doorway, and he doesn’t realize there are two pairs of hands on his body until he feels fingers pressing against his mouth, coaxing them open.
He opens his eyes, and his sharp intake of breath is returned with a bright smile and a set of dimples that Hakyeon’s been sorely missing for the past week and a half.
He parts his lips and lets Hongbin slip his fingers inside, sucking them hungrily. Hongbin strokes the back of his head with his free hand, and Hakyeon moans greedily. Hongbin grins, indulgent and mischievous, and nods for Hakyeon to lay down on his back. Taekwoon comes up to his side as Hongbin pulls off his pants and runs his wet fingers down Hakyeon’s thigh.
Hakyeon mewls for him, but Taekwoon holds him firm, using one hand to pin Hakyeon’s wrists above him. Hongbin watches them, eyes dark, as Taekwoon relents and allows Hakyeon to seek out his mouth for a kiss.
At some point, Hakyeon’s soft down comforter ends up being pushed to the floor, and somewhere in the tiny part of his head that’s not clouded with lust and desire vaguely registers this fact, but then Taekwoon is mouthing at his sore chest, sucking on his nipples until Hakyeon whines high in his throat, and Hakyeon promptly forgets anything that isn’t Taekwoon stroking a hand over the swell of his stomach, or Hongbin pressing a spit-slick finger against his entrance.
He strains against Taekwoon’s hold, whimpering when Hongbin twists his hand knowingly, pressing right over Hakyeon’s prostate, and Hakyeon cries out sharply as a jolt of pleasure shoots up his spine. Hongbin nudges Hakyeon’s legs apart further, pushing up his knee with a free hand, exposing him as he traces a thumb around his rim, making Hakyeon pant with desperation.
“Hongbin-ah,” Hakyeon chokes out as Taekwoon sucks a trail of red bruises down his neck. He shudders when Taekwoon licks over a particularly sensitive spot (on purpose, of course. There’s nothing about Hakyeon that Taekwoon doesn’t know.), and Hongbin smiles at him, sly.
“Ah, hyung,” says Hongbin, gaze dropping to Hakyeon’s stomach. “I can’t wait for you to have my children, too. I want to know if you’d grow as quickly with mine, too, but I don’t have twins in my family, so maybe not.”
Hakyeon cries out in surprise when Hongbin pushes not two, but three fingers inside, stretching him open, almost painfully so, but Hakyeon spreads his legs wider for him, throws his head back against the pillows because the burn is deliciously good, because Hongbin’s been away for business much longer than he’d like, because his body is on fire and he just wants.
“Taekwoon says you’ve been really good,” Hongbin says, bending down and dropping a kiss on Hakyeon’s thigh. “He says you’ve been resting and letting him take care of you, is that true, hyung? Have you really been good?”
Hakyeon moans when Hongbin takes him into his mouth with practiced ease, licking the underside of his cock lazily, unhurried. Taekwoon drinks in his noises with a searing kiss, and Hakyeon opens for him obediently, letting Taekwoon explore every inch of his mouth until he’s struggling for more, to put his hands on something, to dig his nails into Taekwoon’s broad back or fist handfuls of Hongbin’s hair.
“No,” Taekwoon says, in spite of Hakyeon’s pleas. Hongbin cuts off his protests with a particularly enthusiastic suck, scraping his teeth lightly against the head of Hakyeon’s dick.
“Don’t, please,” Hakyeon whines, high and needy, and Hongbin pulls off immediately and focuses instead on working Hakyeon open with his hands. Hakyeon cries out again and again as Hongbin strokes that sweet spot inside of him with startling accuracy, milking Hakyeon until he’s writhing, body strung deliciously taut.
“Easy,” Taekwoon soothes, pressing their lips together as Hakyeon sobs with need. “Hakyeon-ah, relax for us, darling.”
Hakyeon tries to take a steadying breath, but it’s hard when he can feel Taekwoon’s cock pressing against his side, and then there’s Hongbin, who’s smiling at him, mouth shiny and wet as he teases Hakyeon to the edge before pulling away.
“You’re okay,” Hongbin promises him, thumbing the stretched skin of his belly, pressing his palm flat against it. “You’re doing so well.”
Hakyeon breathes in deeply and looks away from Hongbin’s pleased gaze with a short nod. Taekwoon kisses the top of his head, and Hakyeon takes it as permission to close his eyes.
He tries to concentrate on just breathing, letting their gentle touches wash over him. He holds back a whine when he feels Hongbin withdraw his fingers, and Hongbin rubs his entrance lightly, teasing but with promise. He inhales sharply when he hears the lube bottle being uncapped, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He trusts Hongbin and Taekwoon to take care of him; he trusts them to know his limits and take him there.
He hears them shifting, feels the bed dip and rise, and moans in anticipation. He’s not disappointed when Taekwoon pushes into him, hot and slick, and the noise he makes as Taekwoon bottoms out draws a low chuckle out of Hongbin.
“Is this how it felt the first time?” Hongbin asks, brushing Hakyeon’s hair out of his eyes. “The first time Taekwoon took you, is this how it felt, hyung? So full like you might explode if he doesn’t move, like it’s all too much but not enough.”
Hakyeon nods shakily, unable to hold back a mewl of pleasure as Taekwoon begins to thrust slowly. Hongbin kisses him, mouth as sweet as his words, and Hakyeon pulls him closer, grabs handfuls of his hair and yanks roughly, groaning when Hongbin purrs for him. Hakyeon doesn’t have to look to know the look on Hongbin’s face right now, eyes half-mast, grin wide and smugly satisfied.
“What about when he knocked you up?” Hongbin whispers right against his ear, breath hot and heavy, and Hakyeon gasps, just as Taekwoon hits his prostate. “I bet it was just like this, I bet you had your legs spread for Taekwoon-hyung just like this, and I bet you were thinking about it the whole time, about how good it’d feel to have him come in you. I know you, hyung, I know how you get, and I know how hard it is to say no when you beg.”
“Fuck,” Hakyeon swears, bucking his hips to match Taekwoon’s rhythm. Hongbin’s not wrong. Five months ago, Taekwoon had pushed him onto the bed, just like this, and fucked him hard and raw while Hakyeon held on, legs wrapped tight around Taekwoon’s waist, choked noises being pulled out of his chest mercilessly as he pleaded with Taekwoon to come in him, to fill him up until he was dripping.
“I wish I could’ve seen it,” Hongbin continues, kissing his jaw. “I wish I could’ve been here, just like I wish I could’ve been here all last week. God, hyung, I’ve missed you so much.”
Hakyeon’s cock twitches against his belly and he comes without warning, whining high in his throat as Hongbin laughs softly and reaches down to stroke him through it. Taekwoon is still inside him, still buried deep, as he rocks them together, easing Hakyeon through his orgasm, nudging his oversensitive bundle of nerves and smiling when Hakyeon cries out for him.
“So beautiful,” Hongbin observes, nosing his cheek.
“Come on, Hakyeon-ah,” Taekwoon says, hands settling on the curve of his back. “Come up for us.”
Hakyeon is loose-limbed and compliant, and he goes where Taekwoon and Hongbin arrange him, straddling Taekwoon’s lap and allowing Hongbin to settle behind him. He knows what’s coming, and he’s grateful for the orgasm that makes him heady and boneless. Taekwoon blinks up at him, expression soft and fond as Hakyeon braces himself on his chest while Hongbin presses kisses across the expanse of his shoulders, one lube-slicked finger pushing into Hakyeon, and Hakyeon and Taekwoon shudder in unison as Hongbin carefully works in a second and third finger, stretching and scissoring until Hakyeon shakily nods that he’s ready.
Hongbin lines himself up, and Hakyeon wills himself to relax as much as possible when he feels the head of Hongbin’s cock pushing against his entrance. Taekwoon is still thick and hard inside him, and he bites his lip because no matter how many times they do this, he’s still nervous, and he knows this will probably be the last time in a while he’ll still be able to manage it. His round, swollen belly already makes him rather awkward and top-heavy, and in a few weeks, he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to see his toes.
Both Taekwoon and Hongbin run soothing hands down his sides and back as he focuses on breathing through the pain of Hongbin entering him. Hongbin is careful, letting Hakyeon rock back onto him as he adjusts to the stretch, and Taekwoon huffs out a breath as they begin to move.
Hakyeon whimpers with each thrust, squeezing his eyes shut as he’s filled up by not one, but two thick cocks, sliding against each other and fucking him in all the right ways. He leans forward, and Taekwoon is already there, catching his weight and letting him dig his fingers into his shoulders.
It’s too soon for him to come again or even get hard, but it’s deliciously good, and Hakyeon just revels in the feeling of being filled, of having two cocks inside him, of knowing that this is what he wants and this is what Hongbin and Taekwoon will willingly give.
He can tell they’re close by how Taekwoon’s breaths are coming in harsh pants and how Hongbin’s rhythm stutters, erratic now, and he urges them over the edge with quiet, encouraging mewls of pleasure. He wants them both so badly it hurts, wants them to mark him, claim him, fill him up again and again until all he knows are Hongbin and Taekwoon and the ways they say his name.
Taekwoon comes first with a quiet grunt, and Hakyeon groans at the way it coats him in hot, thick ropes, reminding him of how they got here in the first place, of Hakyeon being overeager and Taekwoon being too overwhelmed to deny him.
Taekwoon pushes himself onto his elbows, letting Hakyeon lean in to kiss him. Hakyeon cups his face with his hands, mumbling about how he’d do this, all of this, all of him and Hongbin and their future children, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat and he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve such a great thing, and Taekwoon just kisses him, kisses away his words until Hakyeon is sure that he knows, that he understands what Hakyeon doesn’t know how to say.
Hongbin follows not long after, his seed mixing with Taekwoon’s as Hakyeon envisions himself a year (maybe two) from now, pressing a hand to his stomach and feeling the kick of the son or daughter that will have Hongbin’s gentleness along with his smile.
“I just want this,” Hakyeon murmurs, burying his head in Taekwoon’s neck as he learns to breathe normally again.
“You can have this,” Taekwoon assures him, and Hongbin hums his agreement, pulling out as gently as he can. Hakyeon’s almost too tired to acknowledge the discomfort, but he manages a quiet hiss of pain as Taekwoon withdraws as well and settles Hakyeon back into the sheets, running his hands all over Hakyeon’s body until Hongbin returns with a warm, damp cloth to clean him up with.
Hakyeon dozes as he always does after a round as intense as this, letting the others massage him until he’s just pleasantly sore and sated, and someone retrieves his comforter from the floor and bundles him in it.
The bed dips again, and Hakyeon is cocooned by a broad chest to his back and a soft laugh and gentle touch to his side. “I thought you were still in Singapore,” Hakyeon murmurs, unable to open his eyes.
“Finished early,” Hongbin tells him, smoothing down his hair and pressing a thumb to Hakyeon’s jaw reassuringly.
“I’m glad,” says Hakyeon, humming as Taekwoon slings an arm over his belly protectively, and Hongbin shifts closer so Hakyeon can rest his head on his chest. “You were missed.”
Hongbin’s laugh is quiet, and he says something Hakyeon doesn’t really hear. Taekwoon says something back, and Hakyeon, too tired to even try to listen anymore, lets himself drift off to the sound of Hongbin’s voice over his head and Taekwoon’s body molding perfectly against his.
did i use boyfriend lyrics for a mpreg double-penetration fic yeah maybe whAT OF IT IT WORKS
not one, but two
Hakyeon is sleeping soundly, nestled warmly between his comforters. He’s been tired a lot lately, exhausted really, but he knows it’s to be expected. In fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t slept less than ten hours a day ever since he entered his second trimester. It’s kind of really draining, this whole having a baby thing.
Which is not to say that he doesn’t appreciate waking to the bed dipping under the weight of his lover, of having large, strong hands smooth their way gently over his belly. Hakyeon tries to feign sleep so he can just soak in Taekwoon’s calm attention for a few more minutes, but the corners of his lip twitches, and he feels Taekwoon lean in, hovering over him, waiting.
Hakyeon peeks open an eye to find Taekwoon watching him evenly, eyes soft in a way that suggests he’s biting back a smile.
“What time is it,” Hakyeon mumbles, burying his face back into the sheets, ignoring Taekwoon’s quiet chuckle.
“Doesn’t matter,” Taekwoon murmurs. Hakyeon, frankly, totally agrees. He’s still caught in between waking and falling asleep again, but then Taekwoon shifts, pushing Hakyeon onto his back until Hakyeon’s blinking up at him questioningly. Taekwoon just smiles again, pressing their foreheads together as he settles himself between Hakyeon’s legs.
He kisses Hakyeon slowly, like they’ve got all the time in the world, and Hakyeon can’t say he objects at all. Taekwoon has always been sweet and gentle, and today is no exception. He cups Hakyeon’s face in his hand as he brushes his lips against Hakyeon’s, chaste but intimate, and Hakyeon laces their fingers together, humming pleasantly when Taekwoon squeezes his hand, warm and reassuring.
“How are you feeling?” Taekwoon asks of him. Hakyeon’s breath hitches as Taekwoon moves to mouth at his neck, and he closes his eyes, reveling in the feel of Taekwoon’s teeth nipping at his skin, of his tongue teasingly tracing the curve of his Adam’s apple.
Hakyeon manages to breathe out a shaky, “Tired. Stay with me, please?” which Taekwoon answers with a kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll take care of you,” Taekwoon promises, running a hand across Hakyeon’s chest, playing with Hakyeon’s nipples until they’re hard and sensitive, and Hakyeon has to bite his lip to stop himself from whimpering.
Taekwoon, of course, watches him the entire time, his eyes holding Hakyeon’s as he looks for any sign of discomfort, for any inkling that Hakyeon might not be okay. It used to annoy him that Taekwoon was so protective, but over the years, Hakyeon’s come to realize that it’s probably more for Taekwoon himself than for Hakyeon. Taekwoon likes to assure himself that Hakyeon’s fine, that he can kiss away the stress and anxiety of Hakyeon’s day, that Hakyeon’s still here, not a figment of his imagination, nor a manifestation of his delusions. Because the thing is, Taekwoon is someone who wants.
There are things that Taekwoon can’t put into words, things that Hakyeon knows inherently in his heart but can’t describe. So he lets Taekwoon map his skin with his hands, his tongue, with every part of his body that Hakyeon allows. He’s given a lot of himself to Taekwoon, and Taekwoon tries to show him how much he appreciates the trust and the selflessness every way he knows how. He touches Hakyeon without hesitation, letting Hakyeon pull him close for kiss and push off the nightshirt that barely covers his stomach.
He’s getting quite big now, but twins have a tendency to do that. He knows his daughters are growing nicely into perfectly healthy little beings waiting to be born. He’s kept their sex a secret, not because he doesn’t want anyone to know, but because he’s kind of really looking forward to seeing the look on Taekwoon’s face when he sees his baby princesses for the first time.
It doesn’t really matter, but it’s the small things that Hakyeon likes to remember. Like how Taekwoon likes to run his hands down Hakyeon’s thighs because he likes the way Hakyeon shudders at his touch, or how he’ll ease Hakyeon onto his hands and knees with a hand on the small of Hakyeon’s back and his lips to Hakyeon’s neck. Hakyeon himself especially likes it when they move together like this, Taekwoon pressed against him, covering all Hakyeon with himself.
He’s so caught up in the moment, relishing the way Taekwoon rocks their bodies together, the outline of his hard cock pressing against Hakyeon’s ass, that he doesn’t notice the front door to their apartment opening and closing. Neither does he register the soft shuffle of footsteps toward their bedroom. He misses the quirk of Taekwoon’s lips when Taekwoon catches sight of who’s standing in the doorway, and he doesn’t realize there are two pairs of hands on his body until he feels fingers pressing against his mouth, coaxing them open.
He opens his eyes, and his sharp intake of breath is returned with a bright smile and a set of dimples that Hakyeon’s been sorely missing for the past week and a half.
He parts his lips and lets Hongbin slip his fingers inside, sucking them hungrily. Hongbin strokes the back of his head with his free hand, and Hakyeon moans greedily. Hongbin grins, indulgent and mischievous, and nods for Hakyeon to lay down on his back. Taekwoon comes up to his side as Hongbin pulls off his pants and runs his wet fingers down Hakyeon’s thigh.
Hakyeon mewls for him, but Taekwoon holds him firm, using one hand to pin Hakyeon’s wrists above him. Hongbin watches them, eyes dark, as Taekwoon relents and allows Hakyeon to seek out his mouth for a kiss.
At some point, Hakyeon’s soft down comforter ends up being pushed to the floor, and somewhere in the tiny part of his head that’s not clouded with lust and desire vaguely registers this fact, but then Taekwoon is mouthing at his sore chest, sucking on his nipples until Hakyeon whines high in his throat, and Hakyeon promptly forgets anything that isn’t Taekwoon stroking a hand over the swell of his stomach, or Hongbin pressing a spit-slick finger against his entrance.
He strains against Taekwoon’s hold, whimpering when Hongbin twists his hand knowingly, pressing right over Hakyeon’s prostate, and Hakyeon cries out sharply as a jolt of pleasure shoots up his spine. Hongbin nudges Hakyeon’s legs apart further, pushing up his knee with a free hand, exposing him as he traces a thumb around his rim, making Hakyeon pant with desperation.
“Hongbin-ah,” Hakyeon chokes out as Taekwoon sucks a trail of red bruises down his neck. He shudders when Taekwoon licks over a particularly sensitive spot (on purpose, of course. There’s nothing about Hakyeon that Taekwoon doesn’t know.), and Hongbin smiles at him, sly.
“Ah, hyung,” says Hongbin, gaze dropping to Hakyeon’s stomach. “I can’t wait for you to have my children, too. I want to know if you’d grow as quickly with mine, too, but I don’t have twins in my family, so maybe not.”
Hakyeon cries out in surprise when Hongbin pushes not two, but three fingers inside, stretching him open, almost painfully so, but Hakyeon spreads his legs wider for him, throws his head back against the pillows because the burn is deliciously good, because Hongbin’s been away for business much longer than he’d like, because his body is on fire and he just wants.
“Taekwoon says you’ve been really good,” Hongbin says, bending down and dropping a kiss on Hakyeon’s thigh. “He says you’ve been resting and letting him take care of you, is that true, hyung? Have you really been good?”
Hakyeon moans when Hongbin takes him into his mouth with practiced ease, licking the underside of his cock lazily, unhurried. Taekwoon drinks in his noises with a searing kiss, and Hakyeon opens for him obediently, letting Taekwoon explore every inch of his mouth until he’s struggling for more, to put his hands on something, to dig his nails into Taekwoon’s broad back or fist handfuls of Hongbin’s hair.
“No,” Taekwoon says, in spite of Hakyeon’s pleas. Hongbin cuts off his protests with a particularly enthusiastic suck, scraping his teeth lightly against the head of Hakyeon’s dick.
“Don’t, please,” Hakyeon whines, high and needy, and Hongbin pulls off immediately and focuses instead on working Hakyeon open with his hands. Hakyeon cries out again and again as Hongbin strokes that sweet spot inside of him with startling accuracy, milking Hakyeon until he’s writhing, body strung deliciously taut.
“Easy,” Taekwoon soothes, pressing their lips together as Hakyeon sobs with need. “Hakyeon-ah, relax for us, darling.”
Hakyeon tries to take a steadying breath, but it’s hard when he can feel Taekwoon’s cock pressing against his side, and then there’s Hongbin, who’s smiling at him, mouth shiny and wet as he teases Hakyeon to the edge before pulling away.
“You’re okay,” Hongbin promises him, thumbing the stretched skin of his belly, pressing his palm flat against it. “You’re doing so well.”
Hakyeon breathes in deeply and looks away from Hongbin’s pleased gaze with a short nod. Taekwoon kisses the top of his head, and Hakyeon takes it as permission to close his eyes.
He tries to concentrate on just breathing, letting their gentle touches wash over him. He holds back a whine when he feels Hongbin withdraw his fingers, and Hongbin rubs his entrance lightly, teasing but with promise. He inhales sharply when he hears the lube bottle being uncapped, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He trusts Hongbin and Taekwoon to take care of him; he trusts them to know his limits and take him there.
He hears them shifting, feels the bed dip and rise, and moans in anticipation. He’s not disappointed when Taekwoon pushes into him, hot and slick, and the noise he makes as Taekwoon bottoms out draws a low chuckle out of Hongbin.
“Is this how it felt the first time?” Hongbin asks, brushing Hakyeon’s hair out of his eyes. “The first time Taekwoon took you, is this how it felt, hyung? So full like you might explode if he doesn’t move, like it’s all too much but not enough.”
Hakyeon nods shakily, unable to hold back a mewl of pleasure as Taekwoon begins to thrust slowly. Hongbin kisses him, mouth as sweet as his words, and Hakyeon pulls him closer, grabs handfuls of his hair and yanks roughly, groaning when Hongbin purrs for him. Hakyeon doesn’t have to look to know the look on Hongbin’s face right now, eyes half-mast, grin wide and smugly satisfied.
“What about when he knocked you up?” Hongbin whispers right against his ear, breath hot and heavy, and Hakyeon gasps, just as Taekwoon hits his prostate. “I bet it was just like this, I bet you had your legs spread for Taekwoon-hyung just like this, and I bet you were thinking about it the whole time, about how good it’d feel to have him come in you. I know you, hyung, I know how you get, and I know how hard it is to say no when you beg.”
“Fuck,” Hakyeon swears, bucking his hips to match Taekwoon’s rhythm. Hongbin’s not wrong. Five months ago, Taekwoon had pushed him onto the bed, just like this, and fucked him hard and raw while Hakyeon held on, legs wrapped tight around Taekwoon’s waist, choked noises being pulled out of his chest mercilessly as he pleaded with Taekwoon to come in him, to fill him up until he was dripping.
“I wish I could’ve seen it,” Hongbin continues, kissing his jaw. “I wish I could’ve been here, just like I wish I could’ve been here all last week. God, hyung, I’ve missed you so much.”
Hakyeon’s cock twitches against his belly and he comes without warning, whining high in his throat as Hongbin laughs softly and reaches down to stroke him through it. Taekwoon is still inside him, still buried deep, as he rocks them together, easing Hakyeon through his orgasm, nudging his oversensitive bundle of nerves and smiling when Hakyeon cries out for him.
“So beautiful,” Hongbin observes, nosing his cheek.
“Come on, Hakyeon-ah,” Taekwoon says, hands settling on the curve of his back. “Come up for us.”
Hakyeon is loose-limbed and compliant, and he goes where Taekwoon and Hongbin arrange him, straddling Taekwoon’s lap and allowing Hongbin to settle behind him. He knows what’s coming, and he’s grateful for the orgasm that makes him heady and boneless. Taekwoon blinks up at him, expression soft and fond as Hakyeon braces himself on his chest while Hongbin presses kisses across the expanse of his shoulders, one lube-slicked finger pushing into Hakyeon, and Hakyeon and Taekwoon shudder in unison as Hongbin carefully works in a second and third finger, stretching and scissoring until Hakyeon shakily nods that he’s ready.
Hongbin lines himself up, and Hakyeon wills himself to relax as much as possible when he feels the head of Hongbin’s cock pushing against his entrance. Taekwoon is still thick and hard inside him, and he bites his lip because no matter how many times they do this, he’s still nervous, and he knows this will probably be the last time in a while he’ll still be able to manage it. His round, swollen belly already makes him rather awkward and top-heavy, and in a few weeks, he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to see his toes.
Both Taekwoon and Hongbin run soothing hands down his sides and back as he focuses on breathing through the pain of Hongbin entering him. Hongbin is careful, letting Hakyeon rock back onto him as he adjusts to the stretch, and Taekwoon huffs out a breath as they begin to move.
Hakyeon whimpers with each thrust, squeezing his eyes shut as he’s filled up by not one, but two thick cocks, sliding against each other and fucking him in all the right ways. He leans forward, and Taekwoon is already there, catching his weight and letting him dig his fingers into his shoulders.
It’s too soon for him to come again or even get hard, but it’s deliciously good, and Hakyeon just revels in the feeling of being filled, of having two cocks inside him, of knowing that this is what he wants and this is what Hongbin and Taekwoon will willingly give.
He can tell they’re close by how Taekwoon’s breaths are coming in harsh pants and how Hongbin’s rhythm stutters, erratic now, and he urges them over the edge with quiet, encouraging mewls of pleasure. He wants them both so badly it hurts, wants them to mark him, claim him, fill him up again and again until all he knows are Hongbin and Taekwoon and the ways they say his name.
Taekwoon comes first with a quiet grunt, and Hakyeon groans at the way it coats him in hot, thick ropes, reminding him of how they got here in the first place, of Hakyeon being overeager and Taekwoon being too overwhelmed to deny him.
Taekwoon pushes himself onto his elbows, letting Hakyeon lean in to kiss him. Hakyeon cups his face with his hands, mumbling about how he’d do this, all of this, all of him and Hongbin and their future children, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat and he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve such a great thing, and Taekwoon just kisses him, kisses away his words until Hakyeon is sure that he knows, that he understands what Hakyeon doesn’t know how to say.
Hongbin follows not long after, his seed mixing with Taekwoon’s as Hakyeon envisions himself a year (maybe two) from now, pressing a hand to his stomach and feeling the kick of the son or daughter that will have Hongbin’s gentleness along with his smile.
“I just want this,” Hakyeon murmurs, burying his head in Taekwoon’s neck as he learns to breathe normally again.
“You can have this,” Taekwoon assures him, and Hongbin hums his agreement, pulling out as gently as he can. Hakyeon’s almost too tired to acknowledge the discomfort, but he manages a quiet hiss of pain as Taekwoon withdraws as well and settles Hakyeon back into the sheets, running his hands all over Hakyeon’s body until Hongbin returns with a warm, damp cloth to clean him up with.
Hakyeon dozes as he always does after a round as intense as this, letting the others massage him until he’s just pleasantly sore and sated, and someone retrieves his comforter from the floor and bundles him in it.
The bed dips again, and Hakyeon is cocooned by a broad chest to his back and a soft laugh and gentle touch to his side. “I thought you were still in Singapore,” Hakyeon murmurs, unable to open his eyes.
“Finished early,” Hongbin tells him, smoothing down his hair and pressing a thumb to Hakyeon’s jaw reassuringly.
“I’m glad,” says Hakyeon, humming as Taekwoon slings an arm over his belly protectively, and Hongbin shifts closer so Hakyeon can rest his head on his chest. “You were missed.”
Hongbin’s laugh is quiet, and he says something Hakyeon doesn’t really hear. Taekwoon says something back, and Hakyeon, too tired to even try to listen anymore, lets himself drift off to the sound of Hongbin’s voice over his head and Taekwoon’s body molding perfectly against his.
did i use boyfriend lyrics for a mpreg double-penetration fic yeah maybe whAT OF IT IT WORKS