(for intoxecated) Better than One
For: intoxecated
Title: Better than One
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol/Sehun
Word Count: ~4,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, dirty-talk, power-play, master-pet dynamics, rimming, double penetration, heat
Summary: When Chanyeol decided to adopt two hybrids, he had no idea he was signing up for this. But really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Author's Note: I have no idea if this is what you were looking for. ;; I went with this prompt as you seemed most eager about it, but I’m afraid I may not have done it justice. I hope you like it anyways!
This was all Baekhyun’s fault.
Get two hybrids, he said. It will be more fun, he said.
Chanyeol curses his loud-mouth friend under his breath as Sehun forcefully pushes Jongin out of his lap with a loud snarl.
What did he know? Bastard only has Jongdae to take care.
Granted, Jongdae is so much more wild than either Sehun or Jongin, even when they are in a rare mood.
It is considered a normal day for Baekhyun to come home to Jongdae tearing up curtains, chewing up the corners of tables, and stealing food off of Baekhyun’s plate that Chanyeol can’t blame him for never getting him a companion.
Jongdae would probably eat it alive.
But Chanyeol should have never went to his best friend for advice when he couldn’t decide between which hybrid he wanted.
Jongin is usually so quiet and shy- he had been them one who had stolen Chanyeol’s heart first.
The moment he saw the cute black ears sticking out of his head and the way he slept in his large glass cage underneath the dim streetlight, the way he yawned and shivered as he curled against himself to protect his frail body from the cold…
He’d taken Jongin home that very same night and nursed him back to health. The look on Jongin’s face when he’d tried bacon that morning was still one of Chanyeol’s favorite memories. He would never forget that smile.
Now he here he is launching himself at Sehun with a loud yowl that has the other showing his claws.
Chanyeol yelps and tries to move out of the way as they tumble off his lap onto the floor in a scuffle of teeth and nails.
It is so unusual for both of them.
Sehun had the runt of the hybrids at the store who had charmed Chanyeol with his pathetic mewling and sad eyes. He’d had his hands full with just Jongin, but the shop owner had told him that despite Sehun’s beautiful looks, he had been hard to place into a family.
Despite his short stature when he’d gotten him, he is now nearly as tall a Chanyeol and towers over Jongin when they stand on two feet.
Why not both? He’d been convinced of his friends words. Why not both, in-fucking-deed.
“Knock it off, you two,” Chanyeol sighs and pushes himself up from the couch, looking for an opening to pry them off one another.
His voice goes unheard, and rather than fight it, he simply sits back down, deciding just to let them fight it out while he nurses his beer.
Jongin and Sehun’s heat must have synced.
He’d come home from his latest gig at the pub- his band was really starting to get noticed- and he’d just stepped foot in the house looking for a nice, quiet, relaxing evening with his two favorite cat boys only to find himself slammed against the wall as Sehun tried to shove his tongue down his throat.
He hadn’t complained about it, but apparently Jongin had something to say because he’d shoved Sehun out of the way to take his place, his thick pouty lips parting eagerly as he practically dry-humped Chanyeol right there.
That’s how it had all began.
“You two are fucking insane,” Chanyeol mutters as he lights up a cigarette and steps out onto his apartment’s small balcony.
He can hear the faint thuds as the two boys roll around the living room accompanied by the soft meows and hisses of pain as they strike at each other.
And then it is quiet inside.
A little too quiet.
Thoughts begin to race through his head- what if Sehun had killed Jongin?
No, if any of the hybrids he knew of was going to commit murder, it would be Joonmyun’s Kyungsoo.
That hybrid actually worried him and should probably be psychologically evaluated, but Joonmyun thought his murderous glare was “cute.”
Well, he didn’t have to live with him, and Kyungsoo wasn’t going to be tearing out his jugular in the middle of the night. He couldn’t say the same for his friend.
Right now he should at least go inside and make sure that they hadn’t actually killed each other.
He runs his fingers through his messy brown hair and puts out his cigarette before tossing it in the waste bin and heading inside.
As he opens the door he sees it.
There on the couch, covered in scratches and bite marks was a panting Sehun grinding against a writhing Jongin. His eyes widen with considerable surprise.
Oh.
The boxers he made them wear around the house to retain some sense of decency lay forgotten on the floor, torn to shreds.
He can’t find it in him to be angry when the sight in front of him was so arousing.
He feels his cock twitch with arousal in his pants as Sehun licks Jongin’s neck.
Jongin tilts his head back, eyes wide open, pupils blown with fervent heat as he locks his gaze straight on Chanyeol’s clothed dick. “Master…”
If he wasn’t the self-crowned king of restraint he might have jumped Jongin’s bones right then and there, but he has a feeling Sehun wouldn’t take too kindly to that.
Sehun looks up as Chanyeol unbuckled his pants, his own heated gaze following to pierce through exactly where Jongin’s lay.
He pushes Jongin down roughly, reminding him of his place- funny considering Sehun was younger than Jongin. But Jongin is either too nice or too lazy to complain about Sehun’s treatment.
His own long arms snake around the hybrid’s waist, pulling him close in his warm embrace, pressing the boy’s naked body against his own.
“Master…” Sehun licks Chanyeol’s lower lip. “Help us. Please.”
And how can Chanyeol say no to that?
He groans, capturing Sehun’s lips in a rough, dominating kiss which has him shuddering in pleasure.
There is a soft whine and Sehun is forcefully pulled away as the older hybrid throws him to the side so he can take his place. Jongin’s lips are different from Sehun’s. They are plush, moist, and soft against his lips- complaint and open, so willing to let his master do whatever he wants to him.
It is curious to see Jongin so outgoing, so demanding for something. He is usually more skittish and take to hiding under the furniture and blushing at Chanyeol’s touch.
He is enjoying stroking down the young hybrid’s back, petting over his sensitive tail, watching with unabashed arousal as Jongin’s neck arches and his breath hitches somewhere deep in his throat.
Jongin isn’t trying to pull away from him. He is leaning into him, purring from the attention, subtly begging for more.
Seeing Jongin’s face so flushed and his hard cock thick with blood lying against his stomach, the glisten of precum bubbling from the tip, he can’t help himself as he slides one of his long, calloused fingers inside of him.
He’s hot, wet, and oh so tight.
Jongin cries out sharply, his mouth falling open as he let Chanyeol work him open.
There’s a sharp pain on his forearm, and he realizes with an unpleasant startle he had been neglecting the other. He looks over to wear Sehun’s starting to dig his fangs into his flesh, and he frowns.
“Play nice,” he reprimands, but Sehun doesn’t let go, so he changes tactics. Scolding him when he’s in heat won’t do him any good.
“Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom, kittens,” he withdraww his fingers and grabs some tissue from the coffee table to wipe them off. He doesn’t have time to turn and head for the room before he hears the loud clamoring footsteps down the hall.
That was fast.
He chuckles to himself, opening the door to the room minutes later to find the hybrids already waiting for him.
Sehun has Jongin pinned, his ass high up in the air, ready and waiting.
Chanyeol disrobes quickly, throwing his clothes down on a careless pile on the floor. He’ll worry about picking them up so they don’t rip them apart later- okay, so Sehun doesn’t rip it up later. Jongin really is too lazy to get up to trouble.
He moves behind Sehun, grabbing some lube from the bedside table.
He hasn’t bothered to hide it since he got the hybrids. Briefly, he recalled coming home to Sehun trying to give Jongin a bath in it, saying that Jongin had spilled soda all over himself. That was the end of that.
He tries not to laugh at the memory, he doesn’t need to ruin this moment when it’s so utterly perfect. Sehun’s ass is a pale globe of perfection, and he squirts some of the lube onto his palm, rubbing it languidly across the skin, making it glisten in the dim bedroom lighting.
“Why don’t you get Jongin prepared while I fuck you, hmm?” he leans over Sehun’s back, rubbing his cock against the cleft of his ass as he purrs in his ear.
Sehun nods, grabbing Jongin’s hips in a firm, unrelenting grip while his ears pull back.
Jongin seems momentarily confused as he’s pushed up against the pillows and flipped onto his back, but everything becomes apparent as Sehun’s talented, wet tongue peaks out from his cute little pouty lips and runs teasingly along his hole.
The sounds Jongin makes are intoxicating Chanyeol knows he won’t last long, and he pushes against Sehun’s entrance unforgivingly until it begins to relax, accepting him inside.
Sehun cries out loudly but if muffled quickly by Jongin rocking his hips back against him.
“Be careful, Jongin,” Chanyeol chides, falling into a quick, powerful rhythm inside the young hybrid.
He loves the way Sehun comes undone under him, even as he struggles so hard to move his lips across Jongin’s puckered hole. He licks and suck dutifully, pressing his tongue against the muscle, moaning as it begins to give way to his prying tongue, letting it explore just inside him.
“Get him good and wet, baby,” Chanyeol growls lowly, snapping his hips forward, earning a soft gasp from Sehun whom he knows must be aching with want.
“You like that?” he smirks, watching the way Sehun’s thighs quake with each thrust into his lithe body. “Look how hard you are. I bet you want me to touch it for you, don’t you?”
Sehun mewls and Jongin arches his back. “But I have a better idea.”
He pulls Jongin back down so that his head falls softly on the pillows and helps to make him comfortable, never once pulling out of Sehun’s body. Jongin protests weakly, not wanting to lose the warm strokes of Sehun’s tongue but quickly gives up as his legs are spread.
Chanyeol gives the lube to Sehun, pausing only to make sure that the boy uses it for its intended purpose. He watches appreciatively as Sehun’s long pale fingers become slick before he moves them down below, sliding them past Jongin’s resistance into the warm chasm of his body.
Sehun is so patient as he finger-fucks his friend open. Jongin likes fingers, loves them really. When Chanyeol is too tired to fuck him but wants to watch him squirm, he’ll pull him to him and slide his own inside, getting Jongin off just by stroking his insides.
“That’s enough,” Chanyeol takes ahold of Sehun’s wrist and pulls him back much to Jongin’s dismay.
He lets go, only to wrap his hand around Sehun’s swollen erection, pumping it firmly in his fist. The hybrid bucks into his hand and fucks back onto his cock in a glorious rhythm that has Chanyeol momentarily stunned.
Even Jongin is watching, dazed, as Sehun works himself into a frenzy. It’s all Chanyeol can do to regain his bearings and hold the boy steady as he positions himself at Jongin’s opening.
Once he has, Sehun takes charge. Jongin is roughly slammed into the mattress and Chanyeol might have been thrown back if not for the fact he is larger than Sehun and has successfully grabbed his hips.
The hybrid sobs and pants as he nears his release, and Chanyeol can feel his body begin to tighten around him as he gets closer. He groans and thrusts, trying to meet Sehun’s hips while Jongin rocks up from under him.
Sehun comes first with a large, bellowing meow. Jongin follows not even seconds later, his gasp drowned out by the sounds Sehun makes. Chanyeol feels like his head is spinning and doesn’t even realize his own orgasm has hit him until Sehun collapses and his cock is released from the vice-like grip of his ass.
Sehun rolls onto his side and Chanyeol falls in-between them on his stomach, groaning softly, trying his best to regain his thoughts. He manages to pull Jongin over by his perfect little ass, slapping it lightly as he does.
He can’t go to sleep yet. He still has to fuck Jongin.
His dips his fingers into the abused, stretched entrance, feeling the sticky fluid Sehun has left behind and he smirks through closed eyes as Jongin moans. His cock still lays painfully aroused against his stomach, and Chanyeol has no other choice.
“Sehun, help me with him,” he says, noticing that the younger hybrid seems to have calmed down considerably- he’s likely fucked Jongin several times that day.
Maybe it is because Jongin is normally so reserved that his heat hits him harder than Sehun’s. Or maybe it’s because Jongin just likes having Chanyeol’s thick, hard cock inside him.
Sehun pushes himself up languidly, fluffy white tail swishing, his movements indicating a lucidity that Jongin’s lacks. Where Sehun seems to now have perfect control over his body, Jongin moves in sharp, uncoordinated movements.
Chanyeol pumps his own weeping cock a few times, preparing himself for the next round as he scissors his fingers in and out of Jongin’s hole. “You won’t be satisfied until you have my cock, will you?” he smirks at Jongin, opening his eyes at last only to see the state of dishevelment his little hybrid is in.
Jongin’s bangs rest heavily on his face, the sweat causing them to stick to his skin. “N-no, master,” he barely manages the words, and Chanyeol smirks in satisfaction. This is the Jongin he likes to see.
It seems that Sehun is responding as well, for he’s beginning to move onto his haunches as he leers at Jongin with a predatory stare. He’s been sated by Chanyeol, now he’s hungry for Jongin.
“Mmm, show me how much you want it, then.”
Jongin doesn’t hesitate. He pushes himself up with surprising force and is eye-level with Chanyeol’s cock before he can say ‘kkaebsong’ (thanks, Baekhyun).
“You know what to do,” Chanyeol nudges his hips up, letting the tip of his cock press lightly against Jongin’s swollen lips. “Don’t you, baby?”
Jongin opens his mouth obediently, moaning deeply as he takes Chanyeol inside. He can still recall how difficult it was for Jongin to learn this- he’d been so shy that he’d just let it lay in his mouth until he’d seen the way Sehun’s powerful suction power had made Chanyeol squirm.
It was like Jongin had taken it as a personal challenge, and to be fair, he probably had. Not to be outdone by the younger hybrid, he’d practiced on him as Chanyeol had later come to find out.
Chanyeol relaxes as he feels the wet muscle flicking the underside of his erection as the boy’s cheeks hollow out with a powerful, vacuum-like suction swallowing him down. Sehun is curled up against his side now, watching with lazy interest, a hand around his own arousal, pumping it slowly as he watches Jongin work.
Jongin is so beautiful with a cock between his lips. The saliva dribbling down his chin while bobs his head creates a lewd slurping sound, and Chanyeol finds that he can not longer restrain his own voice, soft groans eliciting from deep in his chest.
“That’s good. That’s good,” Chanyeol tugs him up, but Jongin isn’t done yet. He laps playfully at the head, dipping his tongue in the pink slit, causing the taller man to buck his hips and glare at Jongin who only returns the most innocent of stares.
“Come here,” he orders, and Jongin obeys.
He straddles Chanyeol and lets the man guide his throbbing cock to his stretched entrance, leaning forward to better angle himself to accept him. Chanyeol pushes inside painfully slow, teasing them both. Sehun likes it fast, but Jongin loves the slow burn.
There is a blissful, unfamiliar sensation, and Chanyeol notices that Sehun is no longer beside him. There it is again, and he realizes that Sehun is licking his cock as it stretches Jongin’s ass open. He groans, wrapping his arms fully around Jongin and pulling him down against his chest to give Sehun better access.
The warm lips caress his balls, the tongue laving over them. Jongin rocks needfully against him, squeezing around his cock. “Master, please… Please… I need more,” he begs.
Chanyeol tenses before allowing his body to relax. He begins to thrust up into Jongin with long, sensual strokes that send shivers through the young hybrid’s body.
“Jongin…” Sehun mewls from below them, his tongue teasing the sensitive, stretched flesh of Jongin’s opening. “I want inside you.”
Jongin clamps his thighs tightly around Chanyeol’s hips, holding him there, not willing to let his master go just yet, but Sehun has another idea, one that Chanyeol can’t believe he’s never thought of before. Granted, if Jongin wasn’t in heat, he might actually protest it a bit.
Reading his mind, he hands Sehun the bottle of lube and focuses his attention on kissing and stroking Jongin’s face. “I know you love my cock, Jongin, but you love Sehun’s too, right?”
Jongin nods breathlessly, trying unsuccessfully to grind down against him. He’s sobbing in frustration of being unable to be completely satisfied in his heat, and Chanyeol pities him. His cock is red and raw, and once his heat ends, he will feel sore and spent.
“That’s what I thought. Be a good boy,” he cups his jaw gently and tilts the boy’s head down just as he feels Sehun’s index finger sliding up against his cock, stretching Jongin open further, eliciting a soft cry of protest from Jongin.
“Shh, shh… it’s okay. We won’t hurt you. If it hurts, just tell us. We’ll stop okay?” Chanyeol tries to comfort him, but Jongin shakes his head.
“No… it doesn’t hurt. It feels good,” he cries out once more as Sehun adds another finger, encouraged by the positive response. “Too good. It’s too good. Oh- please, master! Sehun!” he begs.
Sehun uses his fingers to stretch Jongin further, pulling on his entrance. Chanyeol hisses and holds Jongin tightly, knowing that despite his heat, it can’t be entirely comfortable. “Focus on me,” he orders, and Jongin does.
The next minute, Sehun is starting to rock into him. He manages to wiggle his way so that the tip of his cock is in. From there, it’s just a matter of Jongin relaxing enough to allow himself to stretch to that degree. But Jongin seems all too eager to comply.
His cock is leaking again, and Chanyeol can’t resist as he reaches down and swirls his thumb over the head. That simple motion is just what Sehun needs to thrust in further, burying himself half-way into the whimpering Jongin.
From there it is just a matter of rocking into him. Chanyeol remains still as Sehun sets the pace. It’s a marvelous feeling to feel his cock slide against Sehun’s while sheathed in the tight, hot body of Jongin.
“Master, master, master,” Jongin chants, though Chanyeol knows that he’s not calling out to him. He’s lost himself, pushed past the brink of sanity as pleasure fills his head.
Chanyeol begins to rock up into his body, finding his rhythm with Sehun who is pounding into Jongin with renewed vigor. Jongin turns his head and captures Sehun’s lips in a fervent kiss, desperately raking claws along his jawline as his back arches and he comes suddenly, spilling white, sticky fluid all over his and Chanyeol’s chests and stomachs.
Sehun holds him up, burying into him, driven over the edge himself by Jongin’s brilliant display, leaving only Chanyeol, once more, to find his release. As Sehun pulls out he flips Jongin onto his back, pressing him against the sheets.
He doesn’t hold back down, plowing into Jongin’s thoroughly abused hole. “So good, Jongin. You’re so good,” he moans against his ear.
Though he’s rough, he’s quick. He jerks Jongin’s hips to him and forces himself as deeply inside as he can be as he comes thick, hot ropes inside Jongin’s pliant body.
As he breathes deeply, he kisses the boy’s neck gently, earning little licks and nips of approval in return. Jongin is no longer moving erratically, and Sehun seems to have completely calmed down from his earlier feisty attitude.
“Better?” he asks Jongin, stroking his side as he holds him, Sehun settling on his other side. They’re both purring now, but while Sehun has already fallen asleep, Jongin stays away, basking in the affection and reassurance.
“Yes, master. Thank you,” Jongin looks at him through heavily lidded eyes, and Chanyeol smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Get some sleep. We’ll shower and clean up in the morning.”
Sehun snores a bit and Chanyeol ruffles his hair, causing the cat boy to stretch out on the bed, almost hitting Chanyeol in the face in the process.
They fall asleep in a tangle of limbs and sweat.
When Chanyeol awakens, he makes a face as the scent of sex has set into the room. He is about to get off the bed and begin the clean-up when two pairs of hands grab him and force him back down on the bed.
“What the-“
”A hybrid’s heat can last up to three days.”
Truthfully, he doesn’t know whether to murder Baekhyun or thank him.
Title: Better than One
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol/Sehun
Word Count: ~4,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, dirty-talk, power-play, master-pet dynamics, rimming, double penetration, heat
Summary: When Chanyeol decided to adopt two hybrids, he had no idea he was signing up for this. But really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Author's Note: I have no idea if this is what you were looking for. ;; I went with this prompt as you seemed most eager about it, but I’m afraid I may not have done it justice. I hope you like it anyways!
This was all Baekhyun’s fault.
Get two hybrids, he said. It will be more fun, he said.
Chanyeol curses his loud-mouth friend under his breath as Sehun forcefully pushes Jongin out of his lap with a loud snarl.
What did he know? Bastard only has Jongdae to take care.
Granted, Jongdae is so much more wild than either Sehun or Jongin, even when they are in a rare mood.
It is considered a normal day for Baekhyun to come home to Jongdae tearing up curtains, chewing up the corners of tables, and stealing food off of Baekhyun’s plate that Chanyeol can’t blame him for never getting him a companion.
Jongdae would probably eat it alive.
But Chanyeol should have never went to his best friend for advice when he couldn’t decide between which hybrid he wanted.
Jongin is usually so quiet and shy- he had been them one who had stolen Chanyeol’s heart first.
The moment he saw the cute black ears sticking out of his head and the way he slept in his large glass cage underneath the dim streetlight, the way he yawned and shivered as he curled against himself to protect his frail body from the cold…
He’d taken Jongin home that very same night and nursed him back to health. The look on Jongin’s face when he’d tried bacon that morning was still one of Chanyeol’s favorite memories. He would never forget that smile.
Now he here he is launching himself at Sehun with a loud yowl that has the other showing his claws.
Chanyeol yelps and tries to move out of the way as they tumble off his lap onto the floor in a scuffle of teeth and nails.
It is so unusual for both of them.
Sehun had the runt of the hybrids at the store who had charmed Chanyeol with his pathetic mewling and sad eyes. He’d had his hands full with just Jongin, but the shop owner had told him that despite Sehun’s beautiful looks, he had been hard to place into a family.
Despite his short stature when he’d gotten him, he is now nearly as tall a Chanyeol and towers over Jongin when they stand on two feet.
Why not both? He’d been convinced of his friends words. Why not both, in-fucking-deed.
“Knock it off, you two,” Chanyeol sighs and pushes himself up from the couch, looking for an opening to pry them off one another.
His voice goes unheard, and rather than fight it, he simply sits back down, deciding just to let them fight it out while he nurses his beer.
Jongin and Sehun’s heat must have synced.
He’d come home from his latest gig at the pub- his band was really starting to get noticed- and he’d just stepped foot in the house looking for a nice, quiet, relaxing evening with his two favorite cat boys only to find himself slammed against the wall as Sehun tried to shove his tongue down his throat.
He hadn’t complained about it, but apparently Jongin had something to say because he’d shoved Sehun out of the way to take his place, his thick pouty lips parting eagerly as he practically dry-humped Chanyeol right there.
That’s how it had all began.
“You two are fucking insane,” Chanyeol mutters as he lights up a cigarette and steps out onto his apartment’s small balcony.
He can hear the faint thuds as the two boys roll around the living room accompanied by the soft meows and hisses of pain as they strike at each other.
And then it is quiet inside.
A little too quiet.
Thoughts begin to race through his head- what if Sehun had killed Jongin?
No, if any of the hybrids he knew of was going to commit murder, it would be Joonmyun’s Kyungsoo.
That hybrid actually worried him and should probably be psychologically evaluated, but Joonmyun thought his murderous glare was “cute.”
Well, he didn’t have to live with him, and Kyungsoo wasn’t going to be tearing out his jugular in the middle of the night. He couldn’t say the same for his friend.
Right now he should at least go inside and make sure that they hadn’t actually killed each other.
He runs his fingers through his messy brown hair and puts out his cigarette before tossing it in the waste bin and heading inside.
As he opens the door he sees it.
There on the couch, covered in scratches and bite marks was a panting Sehun grinding against a writhing Jongin. His eyes widen with considerable surprise.
Oh.
The boxers he made them wear around the house to retain some sense of decency lay forgotten on the floor, torn to shreds.
He can’t find it in him to be angry when the sight in front of him was so arousing.
He feels his cock twitch with arousal in his pants as Sehun licks Jongin’s neck.
Jongin tilts his head back, eyes wide open, pupils blown with fervent heat as he locks his gaze straight on Chanyeol’s clothed dick. “Master…”
If he wasn’t the self-crowned king of restraint he might have jumped Jongin’s bones right then and there, but he has a feeling Sehun wouldn’t take too kindly to that.
Sehun looks up as Chanyeol unbuckled his pants, his own heated gaze following to pierce through exactly where Jongin’s lay.
He pushes Jongin down roughly, reminding him of his place- funny considering Sehun was younger than Jongin. But Jongin is either too nice or too lazy to complain about Sehun’s treatment.
His own long arms snake around the hybrid’s waist, pulling him close in his warm embrace, pressing the boy’s naked body against his own.
“Master…” Sehun licks Chanyeol’s lower lip. “Help us. Please.”
And how can Chanyeol say no to that?
He groans, capturing Sehun’s lips in a rough, dominating kiss which has him shuddering in pleasure.
There is a soft whine and Sehun is forcefully pulled away as the older hybrid throws him to the side so he can take his place. Jongin’s lips are different from Sehun’s. They are plush, moist, and soft against his lips- complaint and open, so willing to let his master do whatever he wants to him.
It is curious to see Jongin so outgoing, so demanding for something. He is usually more skittish and take to hiding under the furniture and blushing at Chanyeol’s touch.
He is enjoying stroking down the young hybrid’s back, petting over his sensitive tail, watching with unabashed arousal as Jongin’s neck arches and his breath hitches somewhere deep in his throat.
Jongin isn’t trying to pull away from him. He is leaning into him, purring from the attention, subtly begging for more.
Seeing Jongin’s face so flushed and his hard cock thick with blood lying against his stomach, the glisten of precum bubbling from the tip, he can’t help himself as he slides one of his long, calloused fingers inside of him.
He’s hot, wet, and oh so tight.
Jongin cries out sharply, his mouth falling open as he let Chanyeol work him open.
There’s a sharp pain on his forearm, and he realizes with an unpleasant startle he had been neglecting the other. He looks over to wear Sehun’s starting to dig his fangs into his flesh, and he frowns.
“Play nice,” he reprimands, but Sehun doesn’t let go, so he changes tactics. Scolding him when he’s in heat won’t do him any good.
“Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom, kittens,” he withdraww his fingers and grabs some tissue from the coffee table to wipe them off. He doesn’t have time to turn and head for the room before he hears the loud clamoring footsteps down the hall.
That was fast.
He chuckles to himself, opening the door to the room minutes later to find the hybrids already waiting for him.
Sehun has Jongin pinned, his ass high up in the air, ready and waiting.
Chanyeol disrobes quickly, throwing his clothes down on a careless pile on the floor. He’ll worry about picking them up so they don’t rip them apart later- okay, so Sehun doesn’t rip it up later. Jongin really is too lazy to get up to trouble.
He moves behind Sehun, grabbing some lube from the bedside table.
He hasn’t bothered to hide it since he got the hybrids. Briefly, he recalled coming home to Sehun trying to give Jongin a bath in it, saying that Jongin had spilled soda all over himself. That was the end of that.
He tries not to laugh at the memory, he doesn’t need to ruin this moment when it’s so utterly perfect. Sehun’s ass is a pale globe of perfection, and he squirts some of the lube onto his palm, rubbing it languidly across the skin, making it glisten in the dim bedroom lighting.
“Why don’t you get Jongin prepared while I fuck you, hmm?” he leans over Sehun’s back, rubbing his cock against the cleft of his ass as he purrs in his ear.
Sehun nods, grabbing Jongin’s hips in a firm, unrelenting grip while his ears pull back.
Jongin seems momentarily confused as he’s pushed up against the pillows and flipped onto his back, but everything becomes apparent as Sehun’s talented, wet tongue peaks out from his cute little pouty lips and runs teasingly along his hole.
The sounds Jongin makes are intoxicating Chanyeol knows he won’t last long, and he pushes against Sehun’s entrance unforgivingly until it begins to relax, accepting him inside.
Sehun cries out loudly but if muffled quickly by Jongin rocking his hips back against him.
“Be careful, Jongin,” Chanyeol chides, falling into a quick, powerful rhythm inside the young hybrid.
He loves the way Sehun comes undone under him, even as he struggles so hard to move his lips across Jongin’s puckered hole. He licks and suck dutifully, pressing his tongue against the muscle, moaning as it begins to give way to his prying tongue, letting it explore just inside him.
“Get him good and wet, baby,” Chanyeol growls lowly, snapping his hips forward, earning a soft gasp from Sehun whom he knows must be aching with want.
“You like that?” he smirks, watching the way Sehun’s thighs quake with each thrust into his lithe body. “Look how hard you are. I bet you want me to touch it for you, don’t you?”
Sehun mewls and Jongin arches his back. “But I have a better idea.”
He pulls Jongin back down so that his head falls softly on the pillows and helps to make him comfortable, never once pulling out of Sehun’s body. Jongin protests weakly, not wanting to lose the warm strokes of Sehun’s tongue but quickly gives up as his legs are spread.
Chanyeol gives the lube to Sehun, pausing only to make sure that the boy uses it for its intended purpose. He watches appreciatively as Sehun’s long pale fingers become slick before he moves them down below, sliding them past Jongin’s resistance into the warm chasm of his body.
Sehun is so patient as he finger-fucks his friend open. Jongin likes fingers, loves them really. When Chanyeol is too tired to fuck him but wants to watch him squirm, he’ll pull him to him and slide his own inside, getting Jongin off just by stroking his insides.
“That’s enough,” Chanyeol takes ahold of Sehun’s wrist and pulls him back much to Jongin’s dismay.
He lets go, only to wrap his hand around Sehun’s swollen erection, pumping it firmly in his fist. The hybrid bucks into his hand and fucks back onto his cock in a glorious rhythm that has Chanyeol momentarily stunned.
Even Jongin is watching, dazed, as Sehun works himself into a frenzy. It’s all Chanyeol can do to regain his bearings and hold the boy steady as he positions himself at Jongin’s opening.
Once he has, Sehun takes charge. Jongin is roughly slammed into the mattress and Chanyeol might have been thrown back if not for the fact he is larger than Sehun and has successfully grabbed his hips.
The hybrid sobs and pants as he nears his release, and Chanyeol can feel his body begin to tighten around him as he gets closer. He groans and thrusts, trying to meet Sehun’s hips while Jongin rocks up from under him.
Sehun comes first with a large, bellowing meow. Jongin follows not even seconds later, his gasp drowned out by the sounds Sehun makes. Chanyeol feels like his head is spinning and doesn’t even realize his own orgasm has hit him until Sehun collapses and his cock is released from the vice-like grip of his ass.
Sehun rolls onto his side and Chanyeol falls in-between them on his stomach, groaning softly, trying his best to regain his thoughts. He manages to pull Jongin over by his perfect little ass, slapping it lightly as he does.
He can’t go to sleep yet. He still has to fuck Jongin.
His dips his fingers into the abused, stretched entrance, feeling the sticky fluid Sehun has left behind and he smirks through closed eyes as Jongin moans. His cock still lays painfully aroused against his stomach, and Chanyeol has no other choice.
“Sehun, help me with him,” he says, noticing that the younger hybrid seems to have calmed down considerably- he’s likely fucked Jongin several times that day.
Maybe it is because Jongin is normally so reserved that his heat hits him harder than Sehun’s. Or maybe it’s because Jongin just likes having Chanyeol’s thick, hard cock inside him.
Sehun pushes himself up languidly, fluffy white tail swishing, his movements indicating a lucidity that Jongin’s lacks. Where Sehun seems to now have perfect control over his body, Jongin moves in sharp, uncoordinated movements.
Chanyeol pumps his own weeping cock a few times, preparing himself for the next round as he scissors his fingers in and out of Jongin’s hole. “You won’t be satisfied until you have my cock, will you?” he smirks at Jongin, opening his eyes at last only to see the state of dishevelment his little hybrid is in.
Jongin’s bangs rest heavily on his face, the sweat causing them to stick to his skin. “N-no, master,” he barely manages the words, and Chanyeol smirks in satisfaction. This is the Jongin he likes to see.
It seems that Sehun is responding as well, for he’s beginning to move onto his haunches as he leers at Jongin with a predatory stare. He’s been sated by Chanyeol, now he’s hungry for Jongin.
“Mmm, show me how much you want it, then.”
Jongin doesn’t hesitate. He pushes himself up with surprising force and is eye-level with Chanyeol’s cock before he can say ‘kkaebsong’ (thanks, Baekhyun).
“You know what to do,” Chanyeol nudges his hips up, letting the tip of his cock press lightly against Jongin’s swollen lips. “Don’t you, baby?”
Jongin opens his mouth obediently, moaning deeply as he takes Chanyeol inside. He can still recall how difficult it was for Jongin to learn this- he’d been so shy that he’d just let it lay in his mouth until he’d seen the way Sehun’s powerful suction power had made Chanyeol squirm.
It was like Jongin had taken it as a personal challenge, and to be fair, he probably had. Not to be outdone by the younger hybrid, he’d practiced on him as Chanyeol had later come to find out.
Chanyeol relaxes as he feels the wet muscle flicking the underside of his erection as the boy’s cheeks hollow out with a powerful, vacuum-like suction swallowing him down. Sehun is curled up against his side now, watching with lazy interest, a hand around his own arousal, pumping it slowly as he watches Jongin work.
Jongin is so beautiful with a cock between his lips. The saliva dribbling down his chin while bobs his head creates a lewd slurping sound, and Chanyeol finds that he can not longer restrain his own voice, soft groans eliciting from deep in his chest.
“That’s good. That’s good,” Chanyeol tugs him up, but Jongin isn’t done yet. He laps playfully at the head, dipping his tongue in the pink slit, causing the taller man to buck his hips and glare at Jongin who only returns the most innocent of stares.
“Come here,” he orders, and Jongin obeys.
He straddles Chanyeol and lets the man guide his throbbing cock to his stretched entrance, leaning forward to better angle himself to accept him. Chanyeol pushes inside painfully slow, teasing them both. Sehun likes it fast, but Jongin loves the slow burn.
There is a blissful, unfamiliar sensation, and Chanyeol notices that Sehun is no longer beside him. There it is again, and he realizes that Sehun is licking his cock as it stretches Jongin’s ass open. He groans, wrapping his arms fully around Jongin and pulling him down against his chest to give Sehun better access.
The warm lips caress his balls, the tongue laving over them. Jongin rocks needfully against him, squeezing around his cock. “Master, please… Please… I need more,” he begs.
Chanyeol tenses before allowing his body to relax. He begins to thrust up into Jongin with long, sensual strokes that send shivers through the young hybrid’s body.
“Jongin…” Sehun mewls from below them, his tongue teasing the sensitive, stretched flesh of Jongin’s opening. “I want inside you.”
Jongin clamps his thighs tightly around Chanyeol’s hips, holding him there, not willing to let his master go just yet, but Sehun has another idea, one that Chanyeol can’t believe he’s never thought of before. Granted, if Jongin wasn’t in heat, he might actually protest it a bit.
Reading his mind, he hands Sehun the bottle of lube and focuses his attention on kissing and stroking Jongin’s face. “I know you love my cock, Jongin, but you love Sehun’s too, right?”
Jongin nods breathlessly, trying unsuccessfully to grind down against him. He’s sobbing in frustration of being unable to be completely satisfied in his heat, and Chanyeol pities him. His cock is red and raw, and once his heat ends, he will feel sore and spent.
“That’s what I thought. Be a good boy,” he cups his jaw gently and tilts the boy’s head down just as he feels Sehun’s index finger sliding up against his cock, stretching Jongin open further, eliciting a soft cry of protest from Jongin.
“Shh, shh… it’s okay. We won’t hurt you. If it hurts, just tell us. We’ll stop okay?” Chanyeol tries to comfort him, but Jongin shakes his head.
“No… it doesn’t hurt. It feels good,” he cries out once more as Sehun adds another finger, encouraged by the positive response. “Too good. It’s too good. Oh- please, master! Sehun!” he begs.
Sehun uses his fingers to stretch Jongin further, pulling on his entrance. Chanyeol hisses and holds Jongin tightly, knowing that despite his heat, it can’t be entirely comfortable. “Focus on me,” he orders, and Jongin does.
The next minute, Sehun is starting to rock into him. He manages to wiggle his way so that the tip of his cock is in. From there, it’s just a matter of Jongin relaxing enough to allow himself to stretch to that degree. But Jongin seems all too eager to comply.
His cock is leaking again, and Chanyeol can’t resist as he reaches down and swirls his thumb over the head. That simple motion is just what Sehun needs to thrust in further, burying himself half-way into the whimpering Jongin.
From there it is just a matter of rocking into him. Chanyeol remains still as Sehun sets the pace. It’s a marvelous feeling to feel his cock slide against Sehun’s while sheathed in the tight, hot body of Jongin.
“Master, master, master,” Jongin chants, though Chanyeol knows that he’s not calling out to him. He’s lost himself, pushed past the brink of sanity as pleasure fills his head.
Chanyeol begins to rock up into his body, finding his rhythm with Sehun who is pounding into Jongin with renewed vigor. Jongin turns his head and captures Sehun’s lips in a fervent kiss, desperately raking claws along his jawline as his back arches and he comes suddenly, spilling white, sticky fluid all over his and Chanyeol’s chests and stomachs.
Sehun holds him up, burying into him, driven over the edge himself by Jongin’s brilliant display, leaving only Chanyeol, once more, to find his release. As Sehun pulls out he flips Jongin onto his back, pressing him against the sheets.
He doesn’t hold back down, plowing into Jongin’s thoroughly abused hole. “So good, Jongin. You’re so good,” he moans against his ear.
Though he’s rough, he’s quick. He jerks Jongin’s hips to him and forces himself as deeply inside as he can be as he comes thick, hot ropes inside Jongin’s pliant body.
As he breathes deeply, he kisses the boy’s neck gently, earning little licks and nips of approval in return. Jongin is no longer moving erratically, and Sehun seems to have completely calmed down from his earlier feisty attitude.
“Better?” he asks Jongin, stroking his side as he holds him, Sehun settling on his other side. They’re both purring now, but while Sehun has already fallen asleep, Jongin stays away, basking in the affection and reassurance.
“Yes, master. Thank you,” Jongin looks at him through heavily lidded eyes, and Chanyeol smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Get some sleep. We’ll shower and clean up in the morning.”
Sehun snores a bit and Chanyeol ruffles his hair, causing the cat boy to stretch out on the bed, almost hitting Chanyeol in the face in the process.
They fall asleep in a tangle of limbs and sweat.
When Chanyeol awakens, he makes a face as the scent of sex has set into the room. He is about to get off the bed and begin the clean-up when two pairs of hands grab him and force him back down on the bed.
“What the-“
”A hybrid’s heat can last up to three days.”
Truthfully, he doesn’t know whether to murder Baekhyun or thank him.