[fic] treasure, that means what you are; bobby/hanbin/jinhwan
TITLE: treasure, that means what you are
PAIRING/CHARACTER(S): Bobby/Hanbin/Jinhwan, polyamory
RATING: NC-17, pwp with feelings or something
WORDCOUNT: 4243
SUMMARY: It's Hanbin's birthday, but Jinhwan and Bobby are the ones unwrapping the present.
NOTES: written because of this. that's it. that's how this came into existence. happy birthday, hanbin, sorry i'm a few days late. also, is this au or canon? who knows \o/ crossposted to ao3.
WARNINGS: lapslock, sorry. this is also very very loosely edited.
"here's your present," bobby says, cocky, and jinhwan eyes the bow around hanbin's head and the way hanbin looks shy and sheepish, refusing to look up at him. he's picking at the ribbon around his neck, and jinhwan watches his adam’s apple bob as he swallow nervously. jinhwan looks up and meets bobby's eyes when hanbin murmurs a soft thank you.
“happy birthday,” jinhwan says, voice coming out smoother than he expects, but he's excited, and he can tell bobby is too.
jinhwan lifts a hand to rest on hanbin’s shoulder. hanbin doesn’t shy from the touch, but the contact has him sway a little bit, and jinhwan hears him inhale sharply when bobby leans forward to press his chest to hanbin’s back to steady him. hanbin as the leader of their team is steadfast and sure, confident in everything he does, but hanbin out of reach of the stage lights is a normal boy with normal wants and needs, happy to be with the teammates he cares for and is comfortable with.
hanbin with jinhwan and bobby though, that’s a whole different dynamic altogether.
jinhwan doesn’t move his hand from hanbin’s shoulder, but he stretches out his thumb to stroke down the side of his neck. hanbin seems to steel himself then, and jinhwan reminds himself that bobby is watching, waiting for him to move. it’s then that hanbin finally lifts his gaze to look at jinhwan, and that single glance is enough to set jinhwan into action.
the kiss is messy and uncoordinated. jinhwan, for all the control he likes to have when they’re on stage and when they’re filming, never holds back when it comes to just being with hanbin and bobby, no matter in what situation. he presses his lips to hanbin’s, harder than intended, but hanbin only twists his fingers into the front of jinhwan’s shirt and leans down to accommodate their height difference. kissing hanbin is easy, especially with how pliant he can get after a full day of shouting out dance counts, and today is no different. the way he steps forward into jinhwan’s space is eager, almost clumsy, and jinhwan curls his hand around the back of hanbin’s neck to pull him closer, his fingernails catching on the edges of the ribbon bobby had tied around his neck. he pulls away, and hanbin lets out a soft sound of disappointment, as if the only thing he wants is more.
jinhwan is more than ready to give hanbin anything he wants.
“happy birthday, hanbin,” he repeats again, softer, and it almost sounds too intimate. hanbin seems to tremble again in bobby’s hold, bobby having moved to press his lips against the other side of hanbin’s neck, where a few small marks have appeared, probably from bobby using his teeth on hanbin’s skin. “do you want us to take care of you?” jinhwan asks, and hanbin’s hands are still clenched in jinhwan’s t-shirt. jinhwan curls his free hand around hanbin’s wrist gently, strokes against the bone, but hanbin is still quiet, eyes now shut as if he’s unsure of what he wants, of what he wants to ask for.
bobby always seems to know how to get him to open up though, somehow. jinhwan can read hanbin through his words, through his gestures and his actions, subtle glances and unspoken words, but bobby always knows how to get hanbin to talk about things when he needs to, and ask for things though he should know by now that jinhwan and bobby are always willing to give.
“answer him, hanbin,” bobby says, barely more than a whisper, said directly next to hanbin’s ear. jinhwan watches hanbin tilt his head slightly towards bobby, but his lips remain sealed. bobby remains adamant. “tell jinhwan-hyung what you want.”
hanbin’s eyes snap open at that, a little hazy, a little cautious when he looks straight at jinhwan. bobby leans closer, and jinhwan watches as he closes his teeth around hanbin’s earlobe. he’s transfixed on the motion, the slight bite and the tug, and he’s caught off guard when hanbin lets out a shuddering breath before talking.
“touch me,” hanbin says, steadier than jinhwan expects, as if he’s thought about it for a while. he probably has, knowing hanbin, the youngest out of the three of them and at times the most worried over his words and his actions, demeanour and talents schooled into being the best version of himself that he can be. i have to, he’d told jinhwan once, a long time ago when they were slumped against the mirrors of the practice room, i have to, i’m not doing all of this for nothing.
jinhwan wants to prove to him that he doesn’t have to do anything, especially not when he and bobby are around to show him how much he is, how much he’s become to them, and tonight, it all starts with jinhwan tugging the ribbon loose from his neck before sliding his palms up hanbin’s shirt, the strip of fabric falling with a flutter the the floor.
the whine hanbin lets out gets muffled by jinhwan tipping himself forward, the sound lost in jinhwan’s hair when he presses an open mouthed kiss to hanbin’s throat. it’s in moments like these that jinhwan is grateful for the height difference between them, just so he can brush his lips over hanbin’s bobbing adam’s apple and suck marks into the base of his neck. not dark enough to bruise for more than a little while, no, never, but just there long enough that hanbin can see them in the mirror afterwards when they’re cleaning up.
one of bobby’s hands joins jinhwan’s in the front of hanbin’s shirt, and their fingers twist together against hanbin’s stomach. jinhwan knows that bobby’s other hand is tugging hanbin’s shirt collar back, just low enough so that bobby can go the same motions as jinhwan, leaving marks at the back of his neck that eventually join and overlap with jinhwan’s when they get around to his shoulders. they’re marks of longing, of want and possession, a collar of sorts for hanbin to wear around his neck, out of sight but never out of mind, a weighted reminder of how much bobby and jinhwan want to mark him as theirs.
hanbin moans, the sound low in his throat, and jinhwan can feel him tremble. his stomach muscles jump when bobby moves his and jinhwan’s joint hands across the skin there, tracing over the faint outlines of some muscles. jinhwan can feel hanbin harden against his thigh, and bobby drops his other hand from hanbin’s collar only to sneak up the front of his shirt as well to splay his fingers over hanbin’s chest. hanbin sags in their hold, knees giving out just a bit, and jinhwan feels a smug kind of heat spread through himself, proud of being able to unravel hanbin before they’ve even really started anything.
bobby reaches out to tug at jinhwan’s hand then, and jinhwan presses his mouth against hanbin’s collarbones to meet bobby’s eyes over his shoulder.
“bed,” they both say, loud in the quiet of the room, and hanbin curls his fingers into their shirts before letting them lead the way.
-
their clothes come off on their journey to hanbin’s bunk, and before jinhwan really zones in again on what’s going on, he’s settled behind hanbin, and bobby is between hanbin’s legs.
“hyung,” hanbin whimpers, and the bow headband is still on his head from where hanbin is sprawled out half against jinhwan’s chest and half against the pillows of his bunk. he’s squirming down onto bobby’s fingers, middle and ring fingers knuckle deep inside him and thrusting shallowly, and his hands are shaking from where he’s grasping onto jinhwan’s forearms for support.
“which hyung,” jinhwan asks, playful even though he’s more turned on than he thought he could ever be in his lifetime. hanbin’s answer is a broken, both of you, and he’s digging little crescents into jinhwan’s skin with his nails; jinhwan still has his arms around hanbin’s shoulders and chest to keep him still. the sound hanbin had made when bobby had first pushed one slick finger into him sounded as if it had come straight from his core, raw and wavering, and jinhwan had been so close to rutting up against hanbin at the sound of it.
jinhwan steels himself, choosing instead to press barely there kisses across hanbin’s shoulders while bobby preps him. jinhwan’s cock is hard against hanbin’s lower back, the warmth of hanbin’s sweat-damp skin almost a comforting touch against him.
“ready?” bobby asks, and it’s more out of courtesy than it is out of concern considering how violently hanbin nods his head, untouched cock twitching and leaking a sticky mess against his stomach. bobby, when he wants to be, is both the most enthusiastic in bed but also the most relentless once he’s found out what makes you crumble. hanbin squirms again when bobby presses in another finger, his mouth falling open to take in a few measured breaths, and jinhwan leans in to press their mouths together to take his mind off the stretch.
hanbin's whole body jolts all of a sudden, and his grip on jinhwan's arms only tightens. his eyes are screwed shut, and when jinhwan looks down the length of his body he sees bobby smirk back up at him, three fingers curling into hanbin at a steady pace.
"don't tease," jinhwan berates, but if anything, bobby just twists his fingers more, slides them in deeper, and hanbin is sweating so much that jinhwan feels he could slip out of his arms.
bobby just hums. "you know he likes it."
hanbin let's out a soft growl, not particularly intimidating, but the sound makes jinhwan's cock twitch."you know what I'd like," hanbin grits out, "if one of you would just hurry up and fuck me."
"yeah?" bobby says, tone challenging. everything is a challenge to bobby, from simple things like eating and showering, to how long he can hold off from coming when jinhwan has his cock in his mouth, jaw aching from sucking him off for too long. now is no exception to that rule. “which one of us do you want?”
“i told you, i don’t care--”
“okay then, which one of us do you want first?”
that line leaves hanbin speechless for a moment, and jinhwan’s mouth goes dry when hanbin squirms again and lets out another breathy whimper, bobby still stretching him out while hanbin settles on an answer. hanbin rolls over slightly, stuffs his face into his pillow, and mumbles something that jinhwan presumes is his answer.
“what’s that?” bobby is still going, one hand steadying hanbin’s half-twisted body by settling on his hip, “hanbin, you have to tell us.”
jinhwan leans over him, brushing hanbin’s hair back over his ear. the bow headband had tumbled off the bed earlier, and jinhwan laments the loss of it for a bit. hanbin shuffles a little, toes curling when bobby presses his fingers in deeper, but he finally answers.
“jinhwan-hyung.”
bobby slides his fingers out of hanbin at that, gives him a light slap to his ass, looking mock affronted but passing jinhwan the lube when hanbin scoffs at him. jinhwan rolls his eyes at them, hushes hanbin when he whines at the sudden loss of contact, but the grin on his face matches the one bobby gives him when hanbin presses his face back into the pillow. he’s flattered, kind of, happy to be the one hanbin reaches for first in times like these, loose limbed and full of want. knowing how schemes with bobby usually go, bobby had probably persuaded hanbin to put on the bow and ribbon, but jinhwan can probably guess that somewhere along the lines hanbin had convinced bobby that he and jinhwan should be his present instead.
bobby, bless him, is easily convinced when it comes to matters concerning jinhwan.
now, it’s easy for jinhwan to let bobby do what he wants. jinhwan props hanbin up against the pillows, slipping out from behind him, and bobby is there to guide him between hanbin’s legs, a warm lubed hand wrapping around jinhwan’s cock after bobby rolls a condom onto him. bobby’s fist is tight around him, pumping the way jinhwan taught him to, thumb against the underside on the upstroke and tightening around the head, and jinhwan turns his head to press a kiss against bobby’s jaw in thanks, hanbin’s eyes looking up at them, hazy.
from there it’s easy. jinhwan shifts his weight, and bobby positions him just right. it’s a simple push forward into tight heat, and hanbin’s lashes flutter, breath escaping him in one shaky exhale. he’s covered in sweat, skin almost gleaming in the light, and his fringe is matted down onto his forehead. he’s beautiful, jinhwan thinks, and he reaches for hanbin’s hand, threads their fingers together and holds hanbin’s wrist down when he presses in all the way. bobby has one arm around jinhwan’s waist and his cheek is squished to the top of jinhwan’s head, but he reaches for hanbin’s other hand, grip firm.
four years together, and it’s like they’ve come full circle. always the three of them working in tandem, together, one. the feeling was there in jinhwan’s chest when bobby had brought hanbin to him earlier that night, but now it’s intensified, and jinhwan just wants to focus all of it into making hanbin feel as much as jinhwan feels for both of them.
hanbin gives jinhwan’s hand a squeeze, an unspoken signal that he’s okay, he’s ready, and bobby places a gentle kiss to the back of jinhwan’s neck. it’s almost funny how the only reassurance jinhwan ever needs is from the two of them, even in times like this.
jinhwan rocks into him, slowly at first and then harder when hanbin groans, a strained more escaping his lips between the sounds of the bed creaking. bobby’s cock is hot against jinhwan’s lower back, but hanbin is hotter and tighter around him. jinwhan feels almost light headed, and hanbin looks the same, from the way his face is flushed, colour spreading all the way down over his neck to his chest. he’s gasping, little sounds tumbling off his lips as jinhwan keeps his hips rolling into him, and jinhwan straightens his back to press in deeper, lifting is free hand to curl his fingers around hanbins cock.
bobby loosens the arm he has around jinhwan’s waist, and then he’s smoothing his palm over his hip before lifting it away. out of the corner of his eye, jinhwan can see bobby curl the same hand around hanbin’s ankle from where his foot is anchored against the bed, and the touch has hanbin’s cock pulse in his hand as a moan rips itself from his throat.
there’s quiet in the room for a moment, and hanbin looks genuinely surprised and embarrassed at himself. jinhwan lets his rhythm falter, ignoring hanbin’s whine to nudge at bobby’s arm. “do it again.”
hanbin’s eyes widen, and it’s almost comical. “hyung, no--”
bobby swipes his thumb over hanbin’s ankle bone, slow and easy, and jinhwan has to stop himself from cursing when hanbin clenches around him suddenly. hanbin bites at his own lip, breathing raggedly, and jinhwan knows that if it weren’t for the fact that both of his hands are twined with theirs, he’d be trying to cover his mouth with his fingers.
bobby smirks. “interesting.” hanbin shoots him a dirty look. he’s about to speak up when jinhwan picks up his rhythm again, and the words get caught in his mouth, the start of what could have been a complaint reduced to a gasp. he still looks sulky, even with his eyes closed, and jinhwan wants him to stop that.
“hanbin,” jinhwan calls, and hanbin’s eyes crack open, fast this time in returning jinhwan’s gaze. jinhwan leans in to kiss him, but the stubborn streak in him still shines through the pout on hanbin’s lips when he pulls away.
jinhwan still has the upper hand though, and this time, the upper hand is the one jinhwan has still curled around hanbin’s cock.
he leans in again, thrusting in deep, and he catches hanbin’s lower lip between his teeth gently. hanbin had told him once that jinhwan had a unconscious habit of biting his lips. when jinhwan had asked him if it was a habit he should stop, hanbin had whirled around a little too quickly before telling jinwhan that it wasn’t necessarily a bad habit.
now, jinhwan has the advantage of knowing what to do to to make hanbin squirm. he starts with the bite at hanbin’s lips, draws hanbin’s lower lip into his mouth to suck at it just enough so that jinhwan can see how pretty it looks later, red and slightly swollen, trembling as he gasps. it’s something they’ve done before, but it never fails to make hanbin shake in jinhwan or bobby’s hold, and this time, jinhwan couples the action with the movement of his thumb over the head of hanbin’s cock, smearing across the precome that’s already started sticking to jinhwan’s stomach as he fucks hanbin with bobby right behind him, watching them both and grinding himself against the crack of jinhwan’s ass.
it’s hot between them, bobby breathing heavily against jinhwan’s hair and hanbin moaning up into his mouth when jinhwan sucks on his tongue, hanbin’s chest heaving, but their rhythm doesn’t falter again. sometimes jinhwan thinks that they could be one entity, working together so well that jinhwan doesn’t really remember what it was like before they’d met and before they started the shared showers and late night talks curled up and sharing mattresses. it’s too warm and it’s too sticky, but it makes sense that he feels the same way when they fuck. they’re close in the way that would make others feel claustrophobic, almost too close for comfort, but jinhwan always wants this, the feeling of mutual attraction and care between them that goes beyond the difference in their ages and the distance between them and their families. jinhwan wants to keep them and protect them, wants them to feel perfect and wanted because they are, and with the both of them surrounding him in warmth jinhwan feels nothing but whole.
the long build-up is what gets to jinhwan. they’ve been at it for a while and jinhwan feels too much, from the sweat dripping down from his fringe to hanbin’s thighs jerking around his hips whenever bobby rubs across his ankle again, down to the sweet ache in his chest when bobby murmurs soothing sounds into the back of his neck while hanbin continues to stare up at him in some kind of hazy adoration. everything is too much and not enough at the same time, and before jinhwan can stop himself he’s coming, pressing deep into hanbin and shaking his way through his orgasm, with hanbin gasping beneath him, cock twitching against jinhwan’s palm and fingers curled tight around his own.
jinhwan’s limbs feel sluggish when he comes down and pulls away, bobby shifting further back onto the mattress so that jinhwan move aside to toss his tied-off condom into the bin. hanbin half-sobs when jinhwan pulls out, and he looks wrecked, pupils blown wide. jinhwan knows he was on the verge of coming as well, but jinhwan stopping his movements when he did and pulling out has left him desperate. jinhwan presses an apologetic kiss against his temple and strokes his hand across hanbin’s cock again.
“please,” he mumbles, and bobby is quick to move into the space jinhwan vacated. with a soft click!, bobby has three fingers sliding back into hanbin once more and his mouth against hanbin’s hip, biting and marking right below where the band of his underwear usually stretches across his skin. “please,” hanbin repeats, an edge to his voice that makes jinhwan wonder how far they can push him until he breaks, though he stores that thought away for later. it’s his birthday, now, and even bobby knows when to show some mercy.
“i’ll suck you off,” bobby speaks, barely lifting his lips away from hanbin’s skin, “and it’s going to be the best birthday blowjob ever, would you like that?”
“just get on with it,” hanbin grits out, after jinhwan has wiped off his hand onto hanbin’s stomach before stroking his hair, and then bobby is breathing puffs of warm air against hanbin’s cock. hanbin’s eyelashes flutter again, and he swallows. jinhwan thinks he can see tears at the corners of his eyes.
still, bobby never backs down. “you have to look at me, hanbin,” he says, staring up at them, eyes flitting from jinhwan’s face to settle on hanbin’s. he looks good at the foot of the bed, and his hands gripping at hanbin’s thighs are strong, keeping his legs in place when he licks a slow stripe up hanbin’s cock. hanbin gasps again, and the muscles in his thighs look progressively more strained when bobby stretches his mouth over the head, precome smeared across his lips. it looks filthy and bobby knows it, and knowing bobby, he’s proud of it. bobby fumbles to reach for one of hanbin’s hands, but jinhwan is quicker, propping hanbin up a bit more and guiding his hands to bobby’s hair, and then hanbin is letting out little half-sobs into jinhwan’s shoulder when bobby hollows his cheeks around his cock.
it sounds wet, almost sloppy, and bobby’s blowjobs always involve what jinhwan sometimes feels is too much spit, but bobby works with it. he keeps things slick and hot, making up for what he can’t fit into his mouth by curling his fingers around the base of hanbin’s cock, tightening his fist around him while maintaining suction. bobby with his mouth around hanbin is a sight to behold, and a sight jinhwan has seen time and time again. each time is just as intense, and bobby goes down with such enthusiasm that it always seems like he could go on forever.
hanbin’s toes are curling into the sheets again, and his fingers twist in bobby’s hair while jinhwan holds him in place. he’s babbling, mindless pleas and mixed syllables of their names falling from his lips and almost like a prayer, and he comes with a high keen, voice broken and hoarse as bobby pulls back to let him come against his tongue, his fingers still rubbing at that one spot inside him that jinhwan knows he’s found until hanbin’s thighs are twitching from the overstimulation.
there are fresh tears in hanbin’s eyes, leaking out of the corners and getting lost in the sweat dripping off his skin, and jinhwan sucks a small mark into the space behind hanbin’s ear as he holds him, tremors shaking his body as he comes down from his high.
bobby hauls himself up to sit closer to them, legs splayed across theirs, and he licks hanbin’s come off his lips in the same obscene way that jinhwan has become accustomed to, a slow drag of his tongue across his mouth that ends with a smirk. this time, bobby leans in to kiss hanbin, the first time for the night, and jinhwan reaches over to stroke bobby’s cheek as he and hanbin make out sloppily.
hanbin seems drowsy between them, but he’s the one to lift his hand to palm against bobby’s cock, nudging his face against jinhwan’s to get him to join in too. it’s push and pull from there, hanbin and jinhwan taking their turns to swap spit and the taste of hanbin’s come with bobby while they get him off with their hands.
jinhwan and hanbin fumble at bobby’s cock, now a deep shade of pink and dribbling precome across their fingers. it’s slippery and difficult to get a proper grip on it, but bobby never minds, especially after holding off for so long. it takes jinhwan and hanbin just a short moment to clasp their hands together enough to manage a good hold on his cock, and from then it only takes a few slick pumps before bobby is slumping against them with a low groan, come streaking over their fingers.
“mm,” bobby burrows into hanbin’s side, and hanbin lets him nuzzle into his neck, “that was nice.”
“it was,” jinhwan says, then reaches over to pinch bobby’s hip after wiping his hands off on the sheets. bobby swats at him weakly, and hanbin shakes in silent laughter. “come on, we have to clean hanbin up.”
they make do with what they have, using their discarded shirts instead of going about actually looking for washcloths, and hanbin watches them from the bed, sleepy and sated. he’s woken up from a light sleep when jinhwan wipes over his skin with a damp shirt, and jinhwan feels his heart swell when hanbin just holds his wrist quietly, a sweet smile on his face when he mumbles a thanks, the look in his eyes fond when bobby wipes a face towel over hanbin’s damp hair.
“hey,” jinhwan says into hanbin’s chest, when they’ve dropped their dirtied shirts over the side of the bed. bobby is spooning hanbin from the back, and jinhwan tangles their feet together and bumps his nose into hanbin’s sternum. hanbin smiles again, and bobby stretches his arm over him to rest on jinhwan’s hip. “happy birthday again, hanbin.”
MORE NOTES:
+ title from bruno mars' treasure, becase kim jinhwan, song yunhyeong, and lee soohyun are pure pain.
+ thank you to myself for the self-indulgence and dark and wild amounts of projecting.
+ this also for teddyescher and shrdmdnssftw and luhantitties for putting up with me always ☆
PAIRING/CHARACTER(S): Bobby/Hanbin/Jinhwan, polyamory
RATING: NC-17, pwp with feelings or something
WORDCOUNT: 4243
SUMMARY: It's Hanbin's birthday, but Jinhwan and Bobby are the ones unwrapping the present.
NOTES: written because of this. that's it. that's how this came into existence. happy birthday, hanbin, sorry i'm a few days late. also, is this au or canon? who knows \o/ crossposted to ao3.
WARNINGS: lapslock, sorry. this is also very very loosely edited.
"here's your present," bobby says, cocky, and jinhwan eyes the bow around hanbin's head and the way hanbin looks shy and sheepish, refusing to look up at him. he's picking at the ribbon around his neck, and jinhwan watches his adam’s apple bob as he swallow nervously. jinhwan looks up and meets bobby's eyes when hanbin murmurs a soft thank you.
“happy birthday,” jinhwan says, voice coming out smoother than he expects, but he's excited, and he can tell bobby is too.
jinhwan lifts a hand to rest on hanbin’s shoulder. hanbin doesn’t shy from the touch, but the contact has him sway a little bit, and jinhwan hears him inhale sharply when bobby leans forward to press his chest to hanbin’s back to steady him. hanbin as the leader of their team is steadfast and sure, confident in everything he does, but hanbin out of reach of the stage lights is a normal boy with normal wants and needs, happy to be with the teammates he cares for and is comfortable with.
hanbin with jinhwan and bobby though, that’s a whole different dynamic altogether.
jinhwan doesn’t move his hand from hanbin’s shoulder, but he stretches out his thumb to stroke down the side of his neck. hanbin seems to steel himself then, and jinhwan reminds himself that bobby is watching, waiting for him to move. it’s then that hanbin finally lifts his gaze to look at jinhwan, and that single glance is enough to set jinhwan into action.
the kiss is messy and uncoordinated. jinhwan, for all the control he likes to have when they’re on stage and when they’re filming, never holds back when it comes to just being with hanbin and bobby, no matter in what situation. he presses his lips to hanbin’s, harder than intended, but hanbin only twists his fingers into the front of jinhwan’s shirt and leans down to accommodate their height difference. kissing hanbin is easy, especially with how pliant he can get after a full day of shouting out dance counts, and today is no different. the way he steps forward into jinhwan’s space is eager, almost clumsy, and jinhwan curls his hand around the back of hanbin’s neck to pull him closer, his fingernails catching on the edges of the ribbon bobby had tied around his neck. he pulls away, and hanbin lets out a soft sound of disappointment, as if the only thing he wants is more.
jinhwan is more than ready to give hanbin anything he wants.
“happy birthday, hanbin,” he repeats again, softer, and it almost sounds too intimate. hanbin seems to tremble again in bobby’s hold, bobby having moved to press his lips against the other side of hanbin’s neck, where a few small marks have appeared, probably from bobby using his teeth on hanbin’s skin. “do you want us to take care of you?” jinhwan asks, and hanbin’s hands are still clenched in jinhwan’s t-shirt. jinhwan curls his free hand around hanbin’s wrist gently, strokes against the bone, but hanbin is still quiet, eyes now shut as if he’s unsure of what he wants, of what he wants to ask for.
bobby always seems to know how to get him to open up though, somehow. jinhwan can read hanbin through his words, through his gestures and his actions, subtle glances and unspoken words, but bobby always knows how to get hanbin to talk about things when he needs to, and ask for things though he should know by now that jinhwan and bobby are always willing to give.
“answer him, hanbin,” bobby says, barely more than a whisper, said directly next to hanbin’s ear. jinhwan watches hanbin tilt his head slightly towards bobby, but his lips remain sealed. bobby remains adamant. “tell jinhwan-hyung what you want.”
hanbin’s eyes snap open at that, a little hazy, a little cautious when he looks straight at jinhwan. bobby leans closer, and jinhwan watches as he closes his teeth around hanbin’s earlobe. he’s transfixed on the motion, the slight bite and the tug, and he’s caught off guard when hanbin lets out a shuddering breath before talking.
“touch me,” hanbin says, steadier than jinhwan expects, as if he’s thought about it for a while. he probably has, knowing hanbin, the youngest out of the three of them and at times the most worried over his words and his actions, demeanour and talents schooled into being the best version of himself that he can be. i have to, he’d told jinhwan once, a long time ago when they were slumped against the mirrors of the practice room, i have to, i’m not doing all of this for nothing.
jinhwan wants to prove to him that he doesn’t have to do anything, especially not when he and bobby are around to show him how much he is, how much he’s become to them, and tonight, it all starts with jinhwan tugging the ribbon loose from his neck before sliding his palms up hanbin’s shirt, the strip of fabric falling with a flutter the the floor.
the whine hanbin lets out gets muffled by jinhwan tipping himself forward, the sound lost in jinhwan’s hair when he presses an open mouthed kiss to hanbin’s throat. it’s in moments like these that jinhwan is grateful for the height difference between them, just so he can brush his lips over hanbin’s bobbing adam’s apple and suck marks into the base of his neck. not dark enough to bruise for more than a little while, no, never, but just there long enough that hanbin can see them in the mirror afterwards when they’re cleaning up.
one of bobby’s hands joins jinhwan’s in the front of hanbin’s shirt, and their fingers twist together against hanbin’s stomach. jinhwan knows that bobby’s other hand is tugging hanbin’s shirt collar back, just low enough so that bobby can go the same motions as jinhwan, leaving marks at the back of his neck that eventually join and overlap with jinhwan’s when they get around to his shoulders. they’re marks of longing, of want and possession, a collar of sorts for hanbin to wear around his neck, out of sight but never out of mind, a weighted reminder of how much bobby and jinhwan want to mark him as theirs.
hanbin moans, the sound low in his throat, and jinhwan can feel him tremble. his stomach muscles jump when bobby moves his and jinhwan’s joint hands across the skin there, tracing over the faint outlines of some muscles. jinhwan can feel hanbin harden against his thigh, and bobby drops his other hand from hanbin’s collar only to sneak up the front of his shirt as well to splay his fingers over hanbin’s chest. hanbin sags in their hold, knees giving out just a bit, and jinhwan feels a smug kind of heat spread through himself, proud of being able to unravel hanbin before they’ve even really started anything.
bobby reaches out to tug at jinhwan’s hand then, and jinhwan presses his mouth against hanbin’s collarbones to meet bobby’s eyes over his shoulder.
“bed,” they both say, loud in the quiet of the room, and hanbin curls his fingers into their shirts before letting them lead the way.
-
their clothes come off on their journey to hanbin’s bunk, and before jinhwan really zones in again on what’s going on, he’s settled behind hanbin, and bobby is between hanbin’s legs.
“hyung,” hanbin whimpers, and the bow headband is still on his head from where hanbin is sprawled out half against jinhwan’s chest and half against the pillows of his bunk. he’s squirming down onto bobby’s fingers, middle and ring fingers knuckle deep inside him and thrusting shallowly, and his hands are shaking from where he’s grasping onto jinhwan’s forearms for support.
“which hyung,” jinhwan asks, playful even though he’s more turned on than he thought he could ever be in his lifetime. hanbin’s answer is a broken, both of you, and he’s digging little crescents into jinhwan’s skin with his nails; jinhwan still has his arms around hanbin’s shoulders and chest to keep him still. the sound hanbin had made when bobby had first pushed one slick finger into him sounded as if it had come straight from his core, raw and wavering, and jinhwan had been so close to rutting up against hanbin at the sound of it.
jinhwan steels himself, choosing instead to press barely there kisses across hanbin’s shoulders while bobby preps him. jinhwan’s cock is hard against hanbin’s lower back, the warmth of hanbin’s sweat-damp skin almost a comforting touch against him.
“ready?” bobby asks, and it’s more out of courtesy than it is out of concern considering how violently hanbin nods his head, untouched cock twitching and leaking a sticky mess against his stomach. bobby, when he wants to be, is both the most enthusiastic in bed but also the most relentless once he’s found out what makes you crumble. hanbin squirms again when bobby presses in another finger, his mouth falling open to take in a few measured breaths, and jinhwan leans in to press their mouths together to take his mind off the stretch.
hanbin's whole body jolts all of a sudden, and his grip on jinhwan's arms only tightens. his eyes are screwed shut, and when jinhwan looks down the length of his body he sees bobby smirk back up at him, three fingers curling into hanbin at a steady pace.
"don't tease," jinhwan berates, but if anything, bobby just twists his fingers more, slides them in deeper, and hanbin is sweating so much that jinhwan feels he could slip out of his arms.
bobby just hums. "you know he likes it."
hanbin let's out a soft growl, not particularly intimidating, but the sound makes jinhwan's cock twitch."you know what I'd like," hanbin grits out, "if one of you would just hurry up and fuck me."
"yeah?" bobby says, tone challenging. everything is a challenge to bobby, from simple things like eating and showering, to how long he can hold off from coming when jinhwan has his cock in his mouth, jaw aching from sucking him off for too long. now is no exception to that rule. “which one of us do you want?”
“i told you, i don’t care--”
“okay then, which one of us do you want first?”
that line leaves hanbin speechless for a moment, and jinhwan’s mouth goes dry when hanbin squirms again and lets out another breathy whimper, bobby still stretching him out while hanbin settles on an answer. hanbin rolls over slightly, stuffs his face into his pillow, and mumbles something that jinhwan presumes is his answer.
“what’s that?” bobby is still going, one hand steadying hanbin’s half-twisted body by settling on his hip, “hanbin, you have to tell us.”
jinhwan leans over him, brushing hanbin’s hair back over his ear. the bow headband had tumbled off the bed earlier, and jinhwan laments the loss of it for a bit. hanbin shuffles a little, toes curling when bobby presses his fingers in deeper, but he finally answers.
“jinhwan-hyung.”
bobby slides his fingers out of hanbin at that, gives him a light slap to his ass, looking mock affronted but passing jinhwan the lube when hanbin scoffs at him. jinhwan rolls his eyes at them, hushes hanbin when he whines at the sudden loss of contact, but the grin on his face matches the one bobby gives him when hanbin presses his face back into the pillow. he’s flattered, kind of, happy to be the one hanbin reaches for first in times like these, loose limbed and full of want. knowing how schemes with bobby usually go, bobby had probably persuaded hanbin to put on the bow and ribbon, but jinhwan can probably guess that somewhere along the lines hanbin had convinced bobby that he and jinhwan should be his present instead.
bobby, bless him, is easily convinced when it comes to matters concerning jinhwan.
now, it’s easy for jinhwan to let bobby do what he wants. jinhwan props hanbin up against the pillows, slipping out from behind him, and bobby is there to guide him between hanbin’s legs, a warm lubed hand wrapping around jinhwan’s cock after bobby rolls a condom onto him. bobby’s fist is tight around him, pumping the way jinhwan taught him to, thumb against the underside on the upstroke and tightening around the head, and jinhwan turns his head to press a kiss against bobby’s jaw in thanks, hanbin’s eyes looking up at them, hazy.
from there it’s easy. jinhwan shifts his weight, and bobby positions him just right. it’s a simple push forward into tight heat, and hanbin’s lashes flutter, breath escaping him in one shaky exhale. he’s covered in sweat, skin almost gleaming in the light, and his fringe is matted down onto his forehead. he’s beautiful, jinhwan thinks, and he reaches for hanbin’s hand, threads their fingers together and holds hanbin’s wrist down when he presses in all the way. bobby has one arm around jinhwan’s waist and his cheek is squished to the top of jinhwan’s head, but he reaches for hanbin’s other hand, grip firm.
four years together, and it’s like they’ve come full circle. always the three of them working in tandem, together, one. the feeling was there in jinhwan’s chest when bobby had brought hanbin to him earlier that night, but now it’s intensified, and jinhwan just wants to focus all of it into making hanbin feel as much as jinhwan feels for both of them.
hanbin gives jinhwan’s hand a squeeze, an unspoken signal that he’s okay, he’s ready, and bobby places a gentle kiss to the back of jinhwan’s neck. it’s almost funny how the only reassurance jinhwan ever needs is from the two of them, even in times like this.
jinhwan rocks into him, slowly at first and then harder when hanbin groans, a strained more escaping his lips between the sounds of the bed creaking. bobby’s cock is hot against jinhwan’s lower back, but hanbin is hotter and tighter around him. jinwhan feels almost light headed, and hanbin looks the same, from the way his face is flushed, colour spreading all the way down over his neck to his chest. he’s gasping, little sounds tumbling off his lips as jinhwan keeps his hips rolling into him, and jinhwan straightens his back to press in deeper, lifting is free hand to curl his fingers around hanbins cock.
bobby loosens the arm he has around jinhwan’s waist, and then he’s smoothing his palm over his hip before lifting it away. out of the corner of his eye, jinhwan can see bobby curl the same hand around hanbin’s ankle from where his foot is anchored against the bed, and the touch has hanbin’s cock pulse in his hand as a moan rips itself from his throat.
there’s quiet in the room for a moment, and hanbin looks genuinely surprised and embarrassed at himself. jinhwan lets his rhythm falter, ignoring hanbin’s whine to nudge at bobby’s arm. “do it again.”
hanbin’s eyes widen, and it’s almost comical. “hyung, no--”
bobby swipes his thumb over hanbin’s ankle bone, slow and easy, and jinhwan has to stop himself from cursing when hanbin clenches around him suddenly. hanbin bites at his own lip, breathing raggedly, and jinhwan knows that if it weren’t for the fact that both of his hands are twined with theirs, he’d be trying to cover his mouth with his fingers.
bobby smirks. “interesting.” hanbin shoots him a dirty look. he’s about to speak up when jinhwan picks up his rhythm again, and the words get caught in his mouth, the start of what could have been a complaint reduced to a gasp. he still looks sulky, even with his eyes closed, and jinhwan wants him to stop that.
“hanbin,” jinhwan calls, and hanbin’s eyes crack open, fast this time in returning jinhwan’s gaze. jinhwan leans in to kiss him, but the stubborn streak in him still shines through the pout on hanbin’s lips when he pulls away.
jinhwan still has the upper hand though, and this time, the upper hand is the one jinhwan has still curled around hanbin’s cock.
he leans in again, thrusting in deep, and he catches hanbin’s lower lip between his teeth gently. hanbin had told him once that jinhwan had a unconscious habit of biting his lips. when jinhwan had asked him if it was a habit he should stop, hanbin had whirled around a little too quickly before telling jinwhan that it wasn’t necessarily a bad habit.
now, jinhwan has the advantage of knowing what to do to to make hanbin squirm. he starts with the bite at hanbin’s lips, draws hanbin’s lower lip into his mouth to suck at it just enough so that jinhwan can see how pretty it looks later, red and slightly swollen, trembling as he gasps. it’s something they’ve done before, but it never fails to make hanbin shake in jinhwan or bobby’s hold, and this time, jinhwan couples the action with the movement of his thumb over the head of hanbin’s cock, smearing across the precome that’s already started sticking to jinhwan’s stomach as he fucks hanbin with bobby right behind him, watching them both and grinding himself against the crack of jinhwan’s ass.
it’s hot between them, bobby breathing heavily against jinhwan’s hair and hanbin moaning up into his mouth when jinhwan sucks on his tongue, hanbin’s chest heaving, but their rhythm doesn’t falter again. sometimes jinhwan thinks that they could be one entity, working together so well that jinhwan doesn’t really remember what it was like before they’d met and before they started the shared showers and late night talks curled up and sharing mattresses. it’s too warm and it’s too sticky, but it makes sense that he feels the same way when they fuck. they’re close in the way that would make others feel claustrophobic, almost too close for comfort, but jinhwan always wants this, the feeling of mutual attraction and care between them that goes beyond the difference in their ages and the distance between them and their families. jinhwan wants to keep them and protect them, wants them to feel perfect and wanted because they are, and with the both of them surrounding him in warmth jinhwan feels nothing but whole.
the long build-up is what gets to jinhwan. they’ve been at it for a while and jinhwan feels too much, from the sweat dripping down from his fringe to hanbin’s thighs jerking around his hips whenever bobby rubs across his ankle again, down to the sweet ache in his chest when bobby murmurs soothing sounds into the back of his neck while hanbin continues to stare up at him in some kind of hazy adoration. everything is too much and not enough at the same time, and before jinhwan can stop himself he’s coming, pressing deep into hanbin and shaking his way through his orgasm, with hanbin gasping beneath him, cock twitching against jinhwan’s palm and fingers curled tight around his own.
jinhwan’s limbs feel sluggish when he comes down and pulls away, bobby shifting further back onto the mattress so that jinhwan move aside to toss his tied-off condom into the bin. hanbin half-sobs when jinhwan pulls out, and he looks wrecked, pupils blown wide. jinhwan knows he was on the verge of coming as well, but jinhwan stopping his movements when he did and pulling out has left him desperate. jinhwan presses an apologetic kiss against his temple and strokes his hand across hanbin’s cock again.
“please,” he mumbles, and bobby is quick to move into the space jinhwan vacated. with a soft click!, bobby has three fingers sliding back into hanbin once more and his mouth against hanbin’s hip, biting and marking right below where the band of his underwear usually stretches across his skin. “please,” hanbin repeats, an edge to his voice that makes jinhwan wonder how far they can push him until he breaks, though he stores that thought away for later. it’s his birthday, now, and even bobby knows when to show some mercy.
“i’ll suck you off,” bobby speaks, barely lifting his lips away from hanbin’s skin, “and it’s going to be the best birthday blowjob ever, would you like that?”
“just get on with it,” hanbin grits out, after jinhwan has wiped off his hand onto hanbin’s stomach before stroking his hair, and then bobby is breathing puffs of warm air against hanbin’s cock. hanbin’s eyelashes flutter again, and he swallows. jinhwan thinks he can see tears at the corners of his eyes.
still, bobby never backs down. “you have to look at me, hanbin,” he says, staring up at them, eyes flitting from jinhwan’s face to settle on hanbin’s. he looks good at the foot of the bed, and his hands gripping at hanbin’s thighs are strong, keeping his legs in place when he licks a slow stripe up hanbin’s cock. hanbin gasps again, and the muscles in his thighs look progressively more strained when bobby stretches his mouth over the head, precome smeared across his lips. it looks filthy and bobby knows it, and knowing bobby, he’s proud of it. bobby fumbles to reach for one of hanbin’s hands, but jinhwan is quicker, propping hanbin up a bit more and guiding his hands to bobby’s hair, and then hanbin is letting out little half-sobs into jinhwan’s shoulder when bobby hollows his cheeks around his cock.
it sounds wet, almost sloppy, and bobby’s blowjobs always involve what jinhwan sometimes feels is too much spit, but bobby works with it. he keeps things slick and hot, making up for what he can’t fit into his mouth by curling his fingers around the base of hanbin’s cock, tightening his fist around him while maintaining suction. bobby with his mouth around hanbin is a sight to behold, and a sight jinhwan has seen time and time again. each time is just as intense, and bobby goes down with such enthusiasm that it always seems like he could go on forever.
hanbin’s toes are curling into the sheets again, and his fingers twist in bobby’s hair while jinhwan holds him in place. he’s babbling, mindless pleas and mixed syllables of their names falling from his lips and almost like a prayer, and he comes with a high keen, voice broken and hoarse as bobby pulls back to let him come against his tongue, his fingers still rubbing at that one spot inside him that jinhwan knows he’s found until hanbin’s thighs are twitching from the overstimulation.
there are fresh tears in hanbin’s eyes, leaking out of the corners and getting lost in the sweat dripping off his skin, and jinhwan sucks a small mark into the space behind hanbin’s ear as he holds him, tremors shaking his body as he comes down from his high.
bobby hauls himself up to sit closer to them, legs splayed across theirs, and he licks hanbin’s come off his lips in the same obscene way that jinhwan has become accustomed to, a slow drag of his tongue across his mouth that ends with a smirk. this time, bobby leans in to kiss hanbin, the first time for the night, and jinhwan reaches over to stroke bobby’s cheek as he and hanbin make out sloppily.
hanbin seems drowsy between them, but he’s the one to lift his hand to palm against bobby’s cock, nudging his face against jinhwan’s to get him to join in too. it’s push and pull from there, hanbin and jinhwan taking their turns to swap spit and the taste of hanbin’s come with bobby while they get him off with their hands.
jinhwan and hanbin fumble at bobby’s cock, now a deep shade of pink and dribbling precome across their fingers. it’s slippery and difficult to get a proper grip on it, but bobby never minds, especially after holding off for so long. it takes jinhwan and hanbin just a short moment to clasp their hands together enough to manage a good hold on his cock, and from then it only takes a few slick pumps before bobby is slumping against them with a low groan, come streaking over their fingers.
“mm,” bobby burrows into hanbin’s side, and hanbin lets him nuzzle into his neck, “that was nice.”
“it was,” jinhwan says, then reaches over to pinch bobby’s hip after wiping his hands off on the sheets. bobby swats at him weakly, and hanbin shakes in silent laughter. “come on, we have to clean hanbin up.”
they make do with what they have, using their discarded shirts instead of going about actually looking for washcloths, and hanbin watches them from the bed, sleepy and sated. he’s woken up from a light sleep when jinhwan wipes over his skin with a damp shirt, and jinhwan feels his heart swell when hanbin just holds his wrist quietly, a sweet smile on his face when he mumbles a thanks, the look in his eyes fond when bobby wipes a face towel over hanbin’s damp hair.
“hey,” jinhwan says into hanbin’s chest, when they’ve dropped their dirtied shirts over the side of the bed. bobby is spooning hanbin from the back, and jinhwan tangles their feet together and bumps his nose into hanbin’s sternum. hanbin smiles again, and bobby stretches his arm over him to rest on jinhwan’s hip. “happy birthday again, hanbin.”
MORE NOTES:
+ title from bruno mars' treasure, becase kim jinhwan, song yunhyeong, and lee soohyun are pure pain.
+ thank you to myself for the self-indulgence and dark and wild amounts of projecting.
+ this also for teddyescher and shrdmdnssftw and luhantitties for putting up with me always ☆