Three's A Crowd (2/2)
Title: Three's A Crowd (2/2)
Pairing: Onew/Taemin/Jonghyun
Length: 17,000w
Summary: "It wasn't like anyone said it out loud, that it was a threesome. But of course it was. What else?" ( Read the first part here.)
T H R E E ' S A C R O W D
It wasn't like anyone said it out loud, that it was a threesome. But of course it was. What else? Onew clearly had something wicked planned - he tossed a duffel bag in the backseat, and when Taemin went to get in shotgun, Onew shook his head firmly and Taemin wilted and got in back. Jonghyun sat in the front seat instead, feeling awkward with Onew driving silent beside him and Taemin just as quiet behind.
The drive couldn't have been more than twenty minutes, but it felt like eternity. Taemin spoke up only once, in a tiny, timid voice, "Hyung, where-"
"Shh." Onew took one hand off the wheel to reach between the seats and squeeze Taemin's fingers. Evidently, Taemin didn't know exactly where this was going either, but the touch soothed his concern. He loosened the lap belt and rested his cheek against the side of the driver's seat. Jonghyun stifled the urge to ask the same question Taemin was about to. He had a feeling Onew's response wouldn't be as gentle if he were the one asking.
On an empty stretch of road, Onew signalled and pulled over. "Taemin-ah, there is a blindfold in that bag. I want you to give it to me."
Taemin unzipped the duffel bag and rustled around inside. Jonghyun leaned to try to get a look at the other contents, but couldn't see anything except vague shadows under Taemin's searching hands. There was a tinkling of light metal, like chain links shifting or clanking together, and Taemin flushed deeply at something that he found - he lifted his shoulders and dropped his head to try and hide it, but there was no mistaking the redness that coloured his cheeks. Taemin finally produced the blindfold and passed it to the front seat.
Onew smoothed the blindfold over his thigh. For a moment, he seemed deep in thought as he traced his finger over the edges. "Anything you want to tell me or Jonghyun, Taemin, say it now. You can always safeword, of course, but if there's anything you'd like to say beforehand..."
"No, hyung. I trust you. Thank you."
Onew unbuckled his seatbelt and twisted around to face Taemin. Jonghyun tried to flatten himself against the door, because, no matter that they'd invited him along, this seemed too intimate for other eyes. Onew kissed Taemin gently, once on each eyelid, and then the lips, before pulling the blindfold over his face. "Anything for you, aegi," he whispered. "Love you."
Taemin's grin was out-of-place under the blindfold; a prisoner all-too-happy to be in captivity. "Love you too, hyung." He jut his chin, lips puckered, and Onew planted another kiss, this one a little less innocent than the first, the slightest tug of teeth a promise of more to come.
"So, there are rules," Onew said, turning around. He fastened his seatbelt, shifted the car into drive, and merged back onto the road. He waited until Jonghyun hummed to show that he was listening before he continued. "The safewords are simple. Red means stop, yellow means slow down and talk; like a traffic light. If someone can't talk for whatever reason, it's three deliberate taps. Simple enough?"
"Got it. Is there a green light?"
Onew smirked. "I believe the green light is, oh hyung, yes, harder!" His voice went high-pitched, but it was mostly affectionate rather than mocking.
Taemin let out an embarrassed laugh. "Hyung. I do not sound like that."
"I'll remind you of that later on when you're begging for it," Onew said, smiling. He signalled to turn off the main road and down a sidestreet. And then looped around. He was taking random turns, making Taemin think they were heading further out than they were. "So, Jonghyun," Onew said casually, "did you have anything you're completely against? A hard limit we should know about?"
Jonghyun considered. "You're not getting a dick anywhere near my ass."
"The thought never even crossed my mind. Anything else?"
"Uh." Jonghyun wasn't a virgin; he'd had his share of sexual encounters. But never with two guys - or any guy - and never with the kind of equipment Jonghyun assumed that Onew was packing in the duffel bag. "Not that I know of?"
"Well, let me know if something comes up that you're uncomfortable with."
"Hyung, what about-"
"Oh right," Onew said. He reached between the seats to squeeze Taemin's knee. "Condoms. Not that I don't trust you, Jonghyun. But I'm sure you understand."
"Sure," Jonghyun agreed.
After fifteen minutes of driving in literal circles, they pulled up in front of a hotel. It wasn't an expensive place, but not a total dive; it looked like the sort of place with clean towels and hot water. Onew brought the car around to private parking, and handed the duffel bag to Jonghyun to carry in. The bag wasn't as heavy as Jonghyun expected, although a little unweildy. After they got through the first set of doors, Onew tugged the blindfold down to hang around Taemin's neck. Jonghyun had caught on that Onew was trying to put Taemin off balance, keep him unaware of his exact whereabouts; still, it wouldn't do for the receptionist to see a popular idol walk in blindfolded without explanation.
When they all piled into the reception, Onew asked for a room with two beds - Taemin only shrugged at Jonghyun's raised brow, and fell into step behind Onew as he led them to the room. Around the corner, the blindfold went back on before Onew ushered them into the elevator. Taemin wasn't going to know what hotel they were in, let alone what floor.
The room was typical fare: two beds two feet apart, a chair and a desk, a television on a console table. Immediately, Onew set about tweaking the room to his liking. He turned on the lamps and turned off the overhead light, casting the room in a warmer glow from the two separate pools of light. The curtains were pulled shut and the heat turned up, and then Onew retrieved a set of clean towels from the bathroom and set them on the console for later use.
Jonghyun got the impression that this was something Onew had done before.
"Put the bag down on the bed," Onew said, "and then sit down."
Jonghyun paused in between the two. "Which bed?"
"Either."
Jonghyun lifted the bag onto the leftmost bed, and Onew indicated that he should sit on the right. Jonghyun sat and watched Onew rifle through the duffel bag. He didn't look like he was searching for something in particular so much as picking an item at whim. He pocketed something, and then almost as an afterthought said, "Taemin-ah, the blindfold, please."
Taemin uncovered his eyes and handed it over. He stood there blinking against the light until his eyes adjusted. When he saw Jonghyun waiting patiently, he pressed his lips together in a small reassuring smile.
"Your shirt," Onew said.
Taemin lifted his tee shirt over his head, and passed that to Onew as well. Onew folded the shirt neatly, and put it on the bed beside the bag. He didn't zip the bag shut, but left it for now and sat down next to Jonghyun. "Taemin-ah, let's show Jonghyun what a good boy you are, yes? Come here, please."
Wordlessly, Taemin moved to stand in front of Onew. He rested his hands on the back of his neck, elbows out, weight on the balls of his feet. It was an unnaturally poised position. Taemin was the quintessential slouching teenager usually, but this posture was more reminiscent of his dancing self. It invited the eye to skim across his skin, presenting parts of him that were usually hidden: the underside of his slim wrists and forearms, the curve of his armpit, the high relief of his ribs pianoed down his sides.
"Kneel, please."
Jonghyun's breath caught as Taemin obeyed. Without moving his hands, Taemin sank slowly to his knees and sat back on his heels. His chin was up, but his eyes remained downcast.
Onew slid to the edge of the bed, and Taemin's eyes closed as Onew kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss, far from it. Jonghyun was getting hard just from the sound of their tongues sliding together, a wet mess that had Taemin whimpering on every inhale.
Jonghyun palmed the front of his jeans. It was a threesome, right? There had been discussion of limits and safewords, but still, maybe they just wanted him to watch. Two beds, after all.
"Such pretty lips," Onew whispered. "Jonghyun, don't you think he's got the prettiest lips?"
Jonghyun nodded slowly. Taemin's lips were parted as he panted through his teeth, already red from Onew nipping at them. "Cock-sucking lips," Jonghyun agreed, a little hopeful.
"Quite. Do you want a cock to suck on, aegi?"
Taemin bobbed his head up-and-down.
"Well, tell me. Use your words, Taemin."
Taemin glanced nervously at Jonghyun before looking back to Onew, and swallowed a few times before answering. "I... I want to suck your cock, hyung."
Apparently amused with that choice, Onew leaned back on the bed with a good-natured laugh and thumbed open his fly. Jonghyun felt a flare of self-conscious jealousy; he'd always known that Onew was rather impressive from glances backstage and the fan-nicknames he was given, but Jonghyun had never really given the matter much thought. Seeing Onew's cock up close and even just half-hard, Jonghyun couldn't decide if he should feel happy or sorry for Taemin. It was basically a sledgehammer.
Not put-off at all, Taemin crawled forward to kneel between Onew's parted knees. "Suck me," Onew prompted. Taemin wrapped his gorgeous, puffy lips around Onew's cock and Jonghyun watched in disbelief as inch-after-inch disappeared into Taemin's mouth.
"Can he... can he take it all?" Jonghyun asked.
"Not like this," Onew said. He was remarkably unaffected for someone with a beautiful boy working his lips over his cock. "Angle's all wrong. If he's lying down it's easier. Or on top."
The man obviously spoke from experience. Jonghyun was really tempted to ask to see that in action - he'd never been with a girl talented enough to deepthroat properly, and here was Onew casually explaining the particulars of cramming every inch of his fat cock down Taemin's throat. But before Jonghyun could make the request, Onew threaded his fingers through the long hair at the base of Taemin's neck, and tugged his head back.
"Let's not ignore Jonghyun, aegi," Onew said, voice low and soft. "We invited him along, so it's only polite. Go on." Taemin visibly shuddered at Onew's next words: "Be a good boy."
~
Taemin's hands were shaking as he rested them on Jonghyun's knees. He had never kneeled in front of anyone other than Jinki-hyung, and it was strange to notice all the subtle differences between his bandmates. Jonghyun sat with more of a slouch, his weight on the heels of his hands, and Taemin could feel him trying to force his breath to come steady. Was Jonghyun nervous? Or anticipating? The scratch of denim under his fingers was familiar, and Jinki's hand gently stroking the back of his neck, so Taemin used those sensations as an anchor to explore the new body in front of him.
Jonghyun's inner thighs were sensitive, and he squirmed away, ticklish, when Taemin reached up to his fly and brushed the bare skin of Jonghyun's stomach. Taemin paused with his fingers on the first button until Jinki breathed out a laugh behind him and said, "You can use your hands for that, aegi."
Taemin appreciated that small allowance. Jonghyun was wearing a button fly, and Taemin didn't think he had the oral dexterity to work four buttons between tongue and teeth with any kind of grace. Jonghyun was half-hard, still too hesitent to reach out and touch. He startled at Taemin's breath ghosting over his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers, and when Taemin chanced a glance up, Jonghyun was watching him with eyes wide and mouth agape, as though he couldn't quite believe it was Taemin, their magnae, nosing into his fly.
Taemin was hyper-aware of Jinki's eyes on him, scrutinizing every movement, and despite the fact that it was Jonghyun's cock that he was stroking softly between his hands and lips, it was Jinki that Taemin wanted to please. He wanted to show how good he could be. Jonghyun made a quiet keen when Taemin finally pulled the boxers out of the way and touched his lips to bare skin. Jonghyun jerked his hips upwards impatiently.
"Don't be a tease," Jinki said. His hand curled tighter in Taemin's hair, grabbing the longer strands into a ponytail between his fist. Gently, he gathered the runaway strands from Taemin's forehead and mouth. "Suck him properly, Taemin-ah."
With Jinki holding his hair out of the way, Taemin licked a stripe up the underside of Jonghyun's cock, and when he got to the tip, he parted his lips and let the weight of Jinki's hand force his head down. Jonghyun wasn't as big as Jinki, but only slightly less thick, and Taemin breathed carefully through his nose as Jonghyun brushed the back of his throat. "Fuck," Jonghyun breathed. "Fucking hell, Taemin."
Jinki set the pace, guiding Taemin up-and-down too slowly to do anything but tease. Over the sound of his own messy slurping and Jonghyun's restrained groaning and swearing, Taemin could hear the hitch in Jinki's breath as he watched Taemin's lips slide over the head of someone else's cock. Taemin hoped he liked it. He hoped Jinki was getting turned on by the sight.
Jinki let go of Taemin's hair, letting it fall around Taemin's face like a halo. He got up from the bed, and a moment later Taemin caught the low, musty scent of jute and before Jinki could even say, "Hands, please," Taemin was already crossing his wrists behind his back. He shuddered at the slide of the rope over his skin, and without the leverage of his hands on Jonghyun's thighs, the cock in his mouth seemed to slide that much deeper. Taemin's eyes watered as he tried not to gag. His shoulders were heaving as Jinki yanked his head back by the hair.
"Up, up," Jinki said. "That's enough."
Without his hands, Taemin was a little clumsy rocking back on his feet, and Jinki didn't let him get any proper balance. He wrapped an arm around Taemin's middle, and pulled Taemin backwards to lean against Jinki's chest with his weight on his heels. Already Taemin felt a little drunk on Jinki's rough hands and gentle voice, and on Jonghyun's eyes watching him with all the sharp focus of a camera lens. Jonghyun's cock was standing straight up, angry red and glistening with Taemin's spit.
"Jonghyun, do us a favour and help Taemin take off his pants."
Jonghyun didn't hesitate to slide forward on the bed and cup Taemin through his sweats as he tugged the drawstring loose. Taemin had no hips to speak of, and the sweats were just barely his size. Once the knot was undone, they slid down to his ankles.
"Jesus," Jonghyun whispered.
Jinki ran his thumb under the lacy waistband of Taemin's flower-print underwear, and snapped the elastic against Taemin's skin.
"Do you wear those all the time?" Jonghyun asked as though he didn't really want to know the answer, for sanity's sake. Taemin could feel himself going red as he shook his head, but it was hard to be humiliated when Jonghyun's eyes were soaking up the sight of him like he'd never seen anything as sexy in his life.
"Only when I tell him to," Jinki said. His grip around Taemin's torso tightened, squeezing uncomfortably beneath his ribs. "But did I tell you to wear something pretty tonight, aegi?"
Taemin shook his head. "No, hyung. I... I just wanted to-"
"My pretty baby," Jinki cooed. He pet the hair out of Taemin's face and kissed the side of his mouth fondly. Despite the gentleness, Taemin could feel the tense in Jinki's jaw against his temple. "You wanted to show off for Jonghyun, didn't you?"
"I-"
Taemin didn't have a chance to answer before being shoved face-first onto the bed. Without his hands to catch the fall, Taemin landed with his nose against the mattress and his ass in the air. He rolled onto his side, feeling suddenly overexposed. He had wanted to show off, wanted Jonghyun to see his frilly, flowery panties and be surprised and aroused by the sight. Jinki had seen right through him, and now Taemin wanted nothing more than to take it back; he was Jinki's to show off. And maybe Jinki hadn't wanted to show off that particular sight.
Jinki turned around, taking a deliberate deep breath. "Hyung," Taemin whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Just... shut up, Taemin. Please."
Taemin fell quiet as though Jinki had slapped him. Jonghyun was glancing nervously between them, not sure what to make of it. For a moment, Taemin was unsure too, thinking the whole thing was over before it had even got started; had he overstepped a line? But then Jinki took something from the bag and came back to the bed.
"You want to show off for Jonghyun, Taemin-ah?" Jinki shoved the hard ball of a wiffle gag past Taemin's teeth and fastened it behind his head. "Let's give a show, aegi," Jinki said. "Get your hands in front."
Taemin blinked up in disbelief. He met Jinki's unflinching gaze and understood: Jinki wasn't going to untie his hands. He was punishing Taemin for being vain, for wanting to make a show of being graceful and pretty. The wiffle ball in Taemin's mouth wouldn't restrict his breathing, or quiet his moaning, but it would make him drool. And the struggle to get his legs through the loop of his arms would be anything but graceful.
"Taemin." Jinki's tone was a warning.
With a whine, his skin prickling with the burn of both Jonghyun and Jinki's eyes on him, Taemin rolled onto his back, sliding his hands down beneath his tailbone. The rope had enough slack that he could separate his wrists to the heels of his palms, but it wasn't enough to allow him the range of motion required to simply slip his hands under his ass. He had to roll onto his shoulders, a half-backwards tumble, to get his hands to the backs of his knees, and then fold his legs against his torso to get the rope over his feet. It took more than a few tries for that maneuvre to work, and every time Taemin dropped his hips back to the mattress he couldn't help but make a frustrated whine. The exertion had Taemin panting, drool leaking through the wiffle ball and past his lips once he finally had his hands in front of him.
"Wasn't that charming?" Jinki asked, directing the question to Jonghyun.
"Uh." Jonghyun had one hand clutched around the base of his erection, not stroking it but fisting it tightly. He swallowed visibly. "Yeah."
Jinki leaned down as though to kiss Taemin, but instead he nipped harshly at the side of his jaw, and pinched Taemin's lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, tugging. Taemin whimpered, trying to inhale to keep the spit from flowing, but now that he'd started, he couldn't stop drooling. Jinki hummed appreciatively, and slid his hand down Taemin's bare chest and stomach to play again with the band of Taemin's underwear.
"You can touch him, Jonghyun. He couldn't bite even if he wanted to."
Jonghyun gave a short laugh of disbelief. Hesitantly, he put a hand on Taemin's knee, and rubbed his thumb in careful circles, wandering slowly higher. The skim of his fingertips over Taemin's thighs made Taemin gasp and jump, knees pressing together out of reflex.
"Ticklish?" Jonghyun asked, a characteristic grin tugging at the corner of his lip.
Taemin couldn't answer with anything more than a nod. Even if he wasn't gagged Taemin doubted he'd make much sense. Two pairs of hands were fluttering over his skin, and he couldn't think straight.
"Spread your knees, aegi," Jinki purred. "You don't want to let Jonghyun see anymore? But those panties are so pretty..."
Jinki's hand dipped lower, and he pushed the underwear down just far enough to take Taemin in hand. He rubbed his thumb over Taemin's slit, coaxing him from rock hard to raging arousal. The slightest touch seemed to rocket through Taemin's body. He hadn't even realized how turned on he was already. His heart was racing from shame or arousal, or a confusing mixture of the two. Taemin lifted his arms and ringed his hands over Jinki's head, the rope pressing against the nape of Jinki's neck, and let his knees fall open like a butterfly.
"There's lube in the bag," Jinki said, nodding towards Jonghyun. Taemin didn't let himself anticipate; he knew that he wasn't going to get any kind of release soon, and imagining what Jinki had planned would only make it worse. Taemin watched through half-lidded eyes as Jonghyun rifled around in the bag. He lifted a spreader bar from the bag with a confused frown, and then opened his mouth, ah!, when he realized what it was for. He dropped it back inside the bag.
"Side pocket," Jinki clarified.
A zipping sound, and then Jonghyun returned to the bed with the bottle, snapping the cap open with his thumb. Jinki held his hand out, and Jonghyun squeezed a dollop of the translucent gel onto the palm of Jinki's hand. Taemin whined at the wet-slick heat of Jinki's curled fingers around his erection, but Jinki was stroking too slowly to get Taemin any closer to release. If Taemin moved his hips, trying for more friction, Jinki only slowed the motion of his hand and laughed, breath hot against the shell of Taemin's ear.
Jonghyun had seemed content to watch for a minute, eyes burning into Taemin's skin, but now he scooted forward on the bed in between the fold of Taemin's knees and held his hand out as though asking Jinki for permission. Taemin felt Jinki nod against the crook of his neck, and his hand slid down further into Taemin's underwear to cup his balls and brush slick fingers over Taemin's hole. Jonghyun took over Jinki's previous position, squeezing more lube onto his palm and then fisting Taemin so slowly he thought he would die. Jonghyun was only slightly more merciful than Jinki. His grip was tight and even despite the agonizing pace.
"Talk to me, aegi," Jinki purred, teasing. It wasn't like Taemin could answer with his mouth full. And besides, asking for more sensation, a less-teasing touch, would only have him denied. He whined helplessly, and tugged at Jinki's neck. "I'm not a horse," Jinki said. "Should I tie you to the headboard so you stop yanking on me?"
Taemin shook his head without thinking.
"No? You don't want to be tied up?"
There was an edge of concern to Jinki's voice that Taemin was desperate to assuage. He hadn't meant no; he was just loathe to move when there was so much promise right here, with Jinki strong and firm behind him and Jonghyun in front with his loose-fisted grip. Taemin whined and rolled his hips against Jinki's hand and then up into Jonghyun's, digging his heels into the mattress for leverage. He wanted to be impaled on Jinki's long and searching fingers, wanted to be able to feel Jinki's breathing get heavy as he panted into Taemin's ear. He wanted Jonghyun to fist him hard and fast, squeeze him so tight he felt lightheaded.
"You want something inside you," Jinki said, getting the point. "You want my fingers? A cock? Whose?"
With every question, the pads of Jinki's fingers prodded at Taemin's hole without slipping inside, just a fluttering pressure that was gone as quickly as it came. Taemin whimpered and tried to say, finger me, finger me. Minus the consonants, slurred behind the gag and trailing off into a moan, it could hardly be called speech.
"What do you think he's trying to say, Jonghyun?"
"I think he said he wants you to finger him, Onew-hyung."
Taemin's pretty panties were going to be ruined. Jinki drizzled a line of lube right over the fabric, but Taemin knew better than to think it was out of impatience or inaccuracy. The sensation of the slick cotton dragging over his erection, and the slow, deliberate trail of Jinki's fingers along the hem made Taemin whimper mindlessly. It was Jonghyun who finally granted some small mercy: his hand curled around the head of Taemin's cock, and Taemin's desperate upward buck made Jinki's fingers slip under the fabric and finally - finally - press into him.
The moan that burst from Taemin's lips was almost embarrassingly loud. Jonghyun seemed to have caught on to the rhythm of things, and instead of touching Taemin with intent, he was simply dragging the tips of his fingernails up and down Taemin's erection while Jinki worked two fingers inside of him.
"These are pretty, aegi," Jinki said, breath hot in the shell of Taemin's ear, and his fingers left the heat of Taemin's body to toy with the edge of the panties, snapping the elastic against the sensitive bend of Taemin's groin, "but they're getting in the way."
Taemin made a sound somewhere between a whine and a wheeze, but it only resulted in more drool leaking down his chin. Jinki slipped out of the loop of Taemin's arms and jostled him until Taemin turned to face the mattress, weight on his knees and elbows. It was Jonghyun's hands that tugged the panties down to the bend of his knees; Jinki busied himself with securing Taemin's hands, unlooping a length of jute from between his wrists and knotting it to the headboard. There was enough slack for Taemin to roll onto his back if needed, but he couldn't bring his hands below his head.
With his face in the pillow, Taemin was blind to the workings of the two men behind him. He felt a shift in weight on the bed - Jonghyun moving closer, readjusting - and one of them pulled the underwear past his ankles and tossed them to the floor. Taemin's knees were nudged apart, followed by the wet drizzle of more lube smeared down his tailbone and into the cleft of his ass.
Two fingers slipped inside of him with easy familiarity, and then a third. "Gonna show Jonghyun what a good boy you are," Jinki said. His voice was heavy with arousal, deep enough to hit the pit of Taemin's stomach. "Gonna show him how you open up for me."
Jinki had one hand flat on the base of Taemin's spine, guiding Taemin to roll his hips as another finger joined the first three and twisted. Taemin moaned helplessly into the pillow as Jinki's other hand trailed down to add to the already tight fit and pulled him open. Taemin felt stretched wide and touched deep, spread out for all to see.
"Holy shit," Jonghyun whispered. "That is... wow. Fuck, wow."
Taemin thought he might die. It felt like Jinki was trying to crawl inside of him, four fingers rubbing his prostate and another two scissoring and stretching him. He was too turned on to feel the burn - every time the heel of Jinki's hand met Taemin's tailbone, the force of it caused Taemin's neglected erection to drag across the sheets. He felt very close to crying; he could come now, so easily, if only Jonghyun or Jinki would touch him there. A single fingertip along his shaft could make Taemin come so hard he'd go blind. He wanted it. He needed it, and fuck Jinki for this torture, for knowing exactly where the edge was before black-out pleasure and refusing to cross it.
"Jonghyun, if you look in the side pocket- no, on the inside. With the zipper. Yes, there's a little cloth satchel. Bring it here."
Taemin did cry then, a little, knowing what was coming. He whimpered and sobbed and begged, but even if Jinki could understand him around the gag, he knew that Jinki wouldn't give in.
~
If Jinki could have Taemin always like this, always on the edge of losing it completely, he would. There was nothing that compared to the sight of his lover coated in a sheen of sweat, near tears as he begged wordlessly for Jinki's touch. He'd keep Taemin on the verge of madness forever. As it was, he could only prolong it as long as possible.
"The black one," Jinki said, as Jonghyun returned to the bed.
Jonghyun loosened the drawstring at the top of the satchel and poured the contents onto the bed with a musical clinking of metal. He selected a black leather cock ring from the bunch and held it up.
"Do you know how to put it on him?" Jinki would have liked to do it himself, but his hands were rather occupied at the moment. Jonghyun stared at the ring for a moment - he obviously understood the theory, but maybe had never used one. "Put it around his cock and balls and then tighten it so it's snug. Don't play with him, just put it on. He's not allowed to come yet."
Taemin whined at that.
"You brat, you love it."
Jinki could tell that Taemin was straining, the still semi-conscious part of his brain trying not to come while the burning need in him demanded it. The ring was both a torture and a reprieve. It would alleviate some of the burden that came from the need to please, letting Taemin sink more fully into a heightened state of sensation. There were occasions when Taemin needed a firm hand, but sometimes it was the softest touch that he felt the strongest.
Jinki withdrew most of his fingers as Jonghyun reached between Taemin's legs to secure the cock ring, but even so, Taemin sobbed at the touch and every muscle clenched until Jinki's remaining two fingers overlapped. Jinki had to close his eyes and exhale slowly; he wanted that tightness around his cock, of course he did, but his own burning arousal could wait. This wasn't about him.
"You're okay, aegi," Jinki whispered. He pressed his lips to the base of Taemin's tailbone, just above the cleft of his ass. Slowly, carefully, Jinki pulled his fingers from the heat of Taemin's hole. Taemin's shoulders shook as he begged and whined in protest, tugging at the rope around his wrists. "You're okay, I promise," Jinki said. He slid to the floor so that he had a clear view of Taemin's face. "Jonghyun's going to help you. He's going to fuck you."
Jinki wanted to hear Taemin's response. He didn't think Taemin would protest, but all the same, Jinki loosened the gag and let Taemin spit it out. The first sound from Taemin's lips couldn't quite be considered a word- it was an attempt at something resembling Korean, but the sounds jumbled and the result was more of a blissed-out stutter than what might have been a try at Jinki's name.
"Talk to me, aegi. Jonghyun's going to-"
"Hyung, I heard you," Taemin moaned, cutting Jinki off. "Hyung, I- hyung, please..."
Jinki intended to scold him for interrupting, but when he touched Taemin's chin, Taemin turned his head to rub his cheek against the palm of Jinki's hand, and then against the pillow. He rocked back-and-forth on his knees, thrusting his pert little ass in the air, and Jinki just couldn't find it in him to discipline an infraction so small. "Please," Taemin insisted.
Jonghyun had been quiet for a while, watching from the foot of the bed with his cock held in a limp-fisted grip. Jinki hadn't actually paid him much direct attention, although he was all too-aware of Jonghyun's eyes on Taemin the entire time. Jonghyun was still staring, slack-jawed, at Taemin's squirming. Jinki cleared his throat.
"Is that okay with you, Jonghyun?"
Jonghyun flushed deep red, and refused to meet Jinki's eyes. "I, well... y'know, there's a lot of pressure and I was watching for a really long time and-"
"You don't have to explain," Jinki said. He didn't want to sound patronizing; it happened. Jonghyun was still erect, but not as hard as he had been, and certainly not hard enough to give Taemin the kind of railing he was whimpering for. Jinki had learned to love the delayed gratification that came with seeing to Taemin's needs before his own, and he knew that it required a certain amount of patience and control on his part. Control that couldn't always come from willpower alone.
Jinki took one of the cock rings that Jonghyun had carelessly poured onto the sheets, and tucked the rest into the bag. He offered it to Jonghyun.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Jonghyun asked. He was eyeing Taemin's angry erection between his legs, the way Taemin couldn't keep still for a second, squirming with something close to agony.
"Oh, Taemin-ah, does wearing a ring hurt?"
As he asked the question, Jinki trailed his fingers along the inside of Taemin's thigh, and Taemin shuddered at the touch. "No, no, hyung, it doesn't- please touch me, please!"
Jonghyun took the ring from Jinki's fingers and fit it over his half-hard cock, and then looked at Jinki with an expression that said, now what?
"Watch me, aegi," Jinki said, and he nudged Taemin to look through the frame of his elbow and shoulder as Jinki moved down the bed to where Jonghyun was sitting.
Jinki didn't mind giving head. It was more of a means to an end rather than the end itself - Jinki didn't get off on sucking cock the way Taemin did - but he could spend an afternoon licking and kissing up-and-down Taemin's dick just for the way it made Taemin squirm. Sucking on Jonghyun wasn't something Jinki had ever conceived of himself doing, but the wide-eyed look on Taemin's face was worth it. Judging by the shocked hitch of breath, it wasn't something Jonghyun had envisioned either.
"Fuck, Onew," Jonghyun hissed. His fingers clenched and unclenched as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands. Quite rightly, he decided against touching Jinki's hair or attempting to guide him in any way, and instead he grabbed the back of his heels and sat back to let Jinki work. Jinki sucked long and even, wrapping his thumb and forefinger just above the cock ring, and taking more and more of Jonghyun in until his lips touched his hand.
When Jinki pulled back, leaving a sticky trail of saliva along Jonghyun's erection, he turned to see Taemin shamelessly rubbing against the sheets, whining senselessly. Jinki loosened the knot tethering Taemin to the headboard and carefully gathered his shaking limbs. "Come here, aegi. You're gonna get on top."
Taemin made a soft sound of protest; he was too aroused, too turned on to support his own body weight. He was swooning against Jinki's chest, not even trying to lift his own head. Jinki leaned down to press their mouths together, kissing Taemin rough and wet while Jonghyun flopped down on the bed next to them and wrestled a condom over his straining erection.
It took careful coordination for Jinki to get Taemin into position. He held his lover's bound hands in front, and guided him to sit reverse-cowboy across Jonghyun's lap. Taemin whimpered at the slide of Jonghyun's cock between his cheeks, slick and slipping off-mark. "Hyung," he whined, but Jinki wasn't sure who he was addressing.
"Lean forward a bit, aegi. Got to give your hyungs some room to work."
Taemin didn't really move of his own volition; he let Jinki tug him forward by his wrists, the muscles in his arms straining against his own weight.
"Fucking... fuck." Jonghyun held Taemin's ass in both hands, spreading him open and admiring the sight of his cock pressed against Taemin's pink hole. Taemin was already more than wet from Jinki's fingers, but Jonghyun still took the time to drizzle more lube over his erection before lining himself up.
Jinki had fucked Taemin countless times, in countless configurations. He knew the way Taemin's breath caught with the first breach, and how his fingers curled and he scrunched his face up, and wrinkled his little nose. How he didn't make a sound until his hips were flush, and then let out the most wanton, half-pained moan at the feeling of being filled. He'd even seen it from this angle, almost, with Taemin wrapping his legs around Jinki's hips and sitting back.
But there was always a distraction. As Taemin made that beautiful face, Jinki was trying not to hiss through his teeth at the constriction around his cock, half-focused on how good it felt to be buried inside his lover. How tight Taemin was, how responsive. Like this, there was no need to focus on his own pleasure at all. He could simply appreciate.
Jinki had expected to feel possessive as he watched another man thrust into Taemin. He'd prepared himself for jealousy, a flash of anger, something- but it didn't come. Instead, Jinki watched Taemin throw his head back and bite his lip, and when that moan finally came, that full-throated sound, Taemin looked at Jinki with half-lidded eyes and smiled. The sort of smile that assured Jinki it was all for him.
"Hyung," Taemin whispered. His voice was shaking like the rest of him, barely able to keep his elbows locked to keep himself upright. "Hyung, can you-"
Jinki was kissing him before he had to ask. Jonghyun had started to thrust, holding Taemin's hips and bouncing him up and down, and Taemin moaned right into Jinki's mouth. Jinki swallowed the sound, kissing Taemin with a tenderness that felt so right against the harsh thrust of Jonghyun's hips.
Holding Taemin up with one hand, Jinki let his fingers trail down his lover's stomach and over his weeping cock, revelling in the sounds that spilled from Taemin's mouth. Taemin gasped, head falling forward, when Jinki's fingers trailed lower to tease at the rim of his opening.
"You want more, aegi?" Jinki asked. "Jonghyun not enough for you?"
Jonghyun grunted in what might have been offense, and his next thrust was aimed particularly deep. But Jinki wasn't trying to get Jonghyun riled up; he wanted Taemin to beg for him.
"I want, I want-oh!" Taemin and Jonghyun both moaned as two of Jinki's fingers pressed inside along with Jonghyun's cock. Taemin was gritting his teeth, but the realization seemed to dawn on him now and he looked up with wide-eyes to meet Jinki's gaze.
"Do you want me to fuck you too, Taemin?" Jinki asked carefully.
Taemin whispered, "Oh God..." Jonghyun mumbled something similar from behind him.
"It'll hurt, aegi," Jinki said, whispering against Taemin's lips. "Talk to me. How can I help you relax?"
Jinki had an idea of what Taemin needed, but he wanted to hear it first. Slowly, he lowered Taemin to lie with his back against Jonghyun's chest. This angle was too shallow for Jonghyun to move much, and he seemed to get the idea that Taemin was supposed to focus on forming words.
"Hyung, I need... I need you to..." He flexed the muscles in his legs, and even though Jinki got the point, he continued to give Taemin a hard, searching look.
"Need me to what, Taemin?"
Taemin squirmed, feeling overstimulated and put on the spot. Flushed with the guilt that came with asking to have his own needs met.
Jinki kissed him and repeated gently, "Tell me what you need to me do, aegi."
"Make me," Taemin said, almost too quiet to hear. Barely a whisper. Those two words were an abbreviation of a much longer thought, a compromise they had made between Jinki needing consent and Taemin wanting to act as though he hadn't given it. Jinki let his fingers slip free. Both Jonghyun and Taemin sighed at the release of pressure.
"You remember our safewords?" Jinki asked as he stood from the bed.
Jonghyun nodded. He had his arms wrapped around Taemin's torso to keep him from rolling onto the bed. "Red is stop, yellow is slow."
"Right." Jinki just hoped that Jonghyun wouldn't be put off if Taemin started begging for them to stop and went ignored. "Hold him tight."
From the duffel bag, Jinki took another length of jute rope and doubled it in his hands. As he came back to the bed, he let the rope brush against Taemin's skin, trailing it down his chest and the insides of his thighs. Taemin's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. When they first started to play with rope, Jinki had used soft acrylic, and while it had served its purpose, he soon discovered that the smell of jute rope could make Taemin's cock stand up in sheer anticipation.
Jinki smacked the ends of the rope on the back of Taemin's thigh. "Legs up."
Taemin was slow to react, so Jinki did it for him, grabbing onto both ankles and pressing them against Taemin's thighs.
"Jonghyun, help me out here." Jonghyun let go of Taemin's waist to wrap his hands around the younger boy's ankles and hold him as Jinki bound Taemin's ankles to his thighs. Taemin whimpered when Jinki loosened the rope around his wrists, but he wasn't taking it off; instead he tied Taemin's wrists to the knot at his ankles and then sat back to admire his work.
Taemin couldn't move much beyond squirming in place. The rope latticed across his flush skin held his legs wide open, giving Jinki a spectacular view of Jonghyun's cock sitting still inside of him, and the almost-purple colour of Taemin's erection. There was a visible shift in Taemin's demeanor as he gave in to the feeling of being constricted; cradled and secure by the tight binding, no longer responsible for much of his own movement, Taemin's eyes closed and his breath came ragged through spit-glossed, parted lips.
"Fuck, Onew," Jonghyun said. He shifted to sit a little higher on the pillows, Taemin's weight holding him down. He probably felt almost as bound as Taemin did. "Since when were you a rope artist?"
Jinki laughed. "It's just a frog-tie, Jonghyun. Simple, but effective. Don't you think so, Taemin-ah?"
Taemin's mouth opened to speak, but before he made a sound, Jinki clapped a hand over his lips. He pushed Taemin's head back to rest against Jonghyun's shoulder, and took his time to lick and nip his way down Taemin's chest. He bit almost too-hard at Taemin's nipples until the boy squirmed, gasping at the shift of Jonghyun inside him.
Taemin's belly was too ticklish to kiss. He fought against the rope and his voice cracked, "Ah- hyung, no! That's-"
Jinki continued on to Taemin's cock, and Taemin sobbed at the barest touch of Jinki's lips to the tip. He was very close to coming, even with the ring, and Jinki watched Taemin's fingers tense in weird configurations, knuckles bent, as he flailed and cried. Taemin was leaking like a faucet, salty-sweet on Jinki's lips, and with his lips ghosting over Taemin's slit, he pressed two fingers into Taemin's hole alongside Jonghyun and bent his thumb to add a hard pressure to the perinium.
"Hyung," Taemin said, in that desperately pleased tone of voice, and then a moment later, with a different kind of desperation altogether- "Hyung, yellow yellow yellow, ow."
Jinki quickly sat up and wiped his hand on the sheet. "What is it, aegi?"
Taemin flexed the fingers on his left hand and said, "Feels like pins."
"Too tight?" Jinki loosened the knot in question, and rubbed Taemin's forearm until he nodded his head that the feeling had come back. Jinki checked all the other knots just to make sure, sliding his fingers underneath to check for slack. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, hyung, please, yes-"
"Is that the proverbial green light?" Jonghyun asked, smirking. He had one hand on either of Taemin's ass cheeks, and when both Jinki and Taemin laughed - yes, go ahead - he spread Taemin wide and started fucking into him lightly.
Jinki returned to his previous position between Taemin's legs, but this time instead of licking the length of his cock, he went lower, tongueing the stretched rim of Taemin's ass and tasting the latex of the condom.
"That is... fuck, seriously one of the hottest things ever," Jonghyun groaned. "Holy fuck, hyung."
Jinki fumbled around for the lube that had been discarded somewhere in the sheets, and the other condom he'd pocketed. It ached to touch his own cock; he'd put off being touched for so long that it was sheer torture to roll the condom over his length without coming. With another lewd lick between Taemin's legs, Jinki shuffled forward on the bed to line his cock up. He uncapped the lube and nearly dumped the whole bottle over his cock, hands suddenly shaking.
He was about to double stuff his boyfriend. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Before cramming his cock into Taemin, Jinki undid the snap on the ring around Taemin's weeping erection. The initial pain of being penetrated would keep Taemin from coming too soon, and Jinki didn't think he or Jonghyun were going to last too long once they started fucking in earnest.
It was such a tight fit. Jinki almost thought Taemin wouldn't be able to do it, that he'd need to get down and prepare him some more, but just when he was about to give up and soothe the pained expression from Taemin's face, the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, and then it was a smooth slide until Jinki's hips were flush.
For a moment, no one could move. Jonghyun's mouth was hanging open and his eyes were turned to the ceiling. Taemin's brow was deeply furrowed as he adjusted to the feeling. Jinki let his head drop to Taemin's chest so neither of them had to see his stupid, candid expression. That first thrust into Taemin's heat was always divine, but this was so fucking tight. He felt like Taemin was going to split in two- he couldn't possibly handle both of them moving at once.
But it was Taemin who moved first, wiggling his hips and saying, "Oh, fuck."
It was so rare for Taemin to swear in bed that Jinki couldn't help but laugh. He nipped at Taemin's collarbone, and although Taemin had said he wanted to play it rough, he didn't think any of them had the brain cells for serious roleplay right now. Jinki braced himself against the headboard, and with a snap of his hips, they all shut up and fell into incoherent moaning.
~
If there was anyone in the next room over, they were going to think an animal was being slaughtered. Taemin certainly felt that way. He was pressed between two sweating bodies, bound and held down in every sense, and there were two cocks moving in tandem, stretching him so wide that Taemin couldn't decide if what he felt was so-good-it-hurts or so-painful-it's-good.
He was grateful that Jinki was the one on top, the one controlling the beastly pace- Taemin felt flushed every time he opened his eyes and saw the dark, heated look Jinki was giving him. Taemin had never felt so completely possessed. Even with Jonghyun behind him and inside him, so close to coming that he'd dug his teeth into Taemin's shoulder, Taemin was at Jinki's mercy.
"Fuck, Taemin- fuck, hyung, fuck!" Jonghyun muffled his shout into the crook of Taemin's neck, grunting like an animal as he shot harder than he probably ever had, and on the next out-stroke of Jinki's big cock, Jonghyun let his slip free.
Jinki moaned deep and loud, his voice rumbling right down to the pit of Taemin's stomach. Without Jonghyun there, Jinki could go so much deeper, and Taemin felt like dying, so close to orgasm. All he needed was just a little more-
Jinki sat back so suddenly that Taemin thought he would cry. He felt empty, denied again, and he was about to voice his protest when he realized that Jinki was only taking off the condom. "Jjong, help me sit him up," Jinki said. His voice was so rough with arousal. Taemin shuddered as two sets of hands pulled him upright, Jonghyun pushing against his shoulderblades and Jinki pulling until Taemin was balanced awkwardly over his lap. They both groaned as Jinki pushed into him bare, the slide of slick skin-on-skin more familiar to them.
Like this, pressed flush against Jinki's chest, Taemin's cock rubbed against the hair on Jinki's stomach, squished tight between them. It was the more that Taemin had needed, and he screamed out his release, feeling like it had been ripped from him. He dug deep nailprints into his own ankles as he shook so hard his teeth rattled.
"Ah, aegi..." Jinki hugged him close, and kissed the hair that was stuck to his temples with sweat. "I love you so much, love you so, so fucking much-"
Jinki came strong and silent, his breath caught in the back of his throat and his arms wrapped so tight around Taemin's body. He didn't let go right away, just panted into Taemin's hair and kissed his ears and his cheeks and his lips and whispered, "fuck, Taemin, fuck," as his come dripped between their legs.
"Love you too, hyung. Thank you," Taemin whispered. He looked over his shoulder to where Jonghyun had collapsed half-over the edge of the bed, still breathing fast. "And thank you, Jonghyun-hyung."
"No, uh," Jonghyun sighed in contentment, blinking like he wasn't sure what just happened wasn't a dream, "No problem."
Slowly, Jinki lowered Taemin to the bed, and then carefully loosened each knot. When he freed a limb, he rubbed the backs of Taemin's knees and the crooks of his elbows to make sure the blood was circulating.
"You can use the shower first," Jinki said, nodding to Jonghyun. Jonghyun slid all the way to the floor and struggled back into his pants before going to the bathroom. Jinki flopped down on the bed and pulled Taemin close, kissing him on the lips. Taemin let his eyes fall closed and felt loved.
While Jonghyun showered, Jinki took one of the clean towels from the console and wiped the semen from between Taemin's legs, and the sweat from his skin, rubbing soft terrycloth in the bends of his knees and the dip of his collarbones. He followed this with his lips, kissing Taemin from head to toe and whispering against the ticklish parts of him, "Love you, love you, love you..."
Jonghyun came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, smelling of hotel-brand shampoo. He gave an indignant hey! when Jinki reached into the bag and produced a bottle of shampoo, the same honey-scented brand they used at the dorm. "You didn't ask," Jinki teased, and then took Taemin's hand and led him into the steamy bathroom.
Jinki adjusted the water to the perfect temperature beween ice and scalding before stripping and stepping into the stall. He held the door ajar for Taemin to follow, and once they were both crammed into the small space with the water pouring over their faces, Jinki pulled Taemin close for a heated kiss.
"I thought I'd be jealous," Jinki admitted. He licked the water from Taemin's lips before sucking hard at them, biting down until Taemin smiled. "Thought I'd go crazy when I saw you with another guy inside of you, but fuck, you're so hot and you're mine. All for me."
Taemin was getting hard again, just from Jinki's hands skimming water-slick over his chest and hips. He tilted his chin up for another tongue-clashing kiss, and said, "Hyung, if I promise to be quiet, can we...?"
"Let him hear you," Jinki said, and turned Taemin to face the wall.
end.
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Pairing: Onew/Taemin/Jonghyun
Length: 17,000w
Summary: "It wasn't like anyone said it out loud, that it was a threesome. But of course it was. What else?" ( Read the first part here.)
T H R E E ' S A C R O W D
It wasn't like anyone said it out loud, that it was a threesome. But of course it was. What else? Onew clearly had something wicked planned - he tossed a duffel bag in the backseat, and when Taemin went to get in shotgun, Onew shook his head firmly and Taemin wilted and got in back. Jonghyun sat in the front seat instead, feeling awkward with Onew driving silent beside him and Taemin just as quiet behind.
The drive couldn't have been more than twenty minutes, but it felt like eternity. Taemin spoke up only once, in a tiny, timid voice, "Hyung, where-"
"Shh." Onew took one hand off the wheel to reach between the seats and squeeze Taemin's fingers. Evidently, Taemin didn't know exactly where this was going either, but the touch soothed his concern. He loosened the lap belt and rested his cheek against the side of the driver's seat. Jonghyun stifled the urge to ask the same question Taemin was about to. He had a feeling Onew's response wouldn't be as gentle if he were the one asking.
On an empty stretch of road, Onew signalled and pulled over. "Taemin-ah, there is a blindfold in that bag. I want you to give it to me."
Taemin unzipped the duffel bag and rustled around inside. Jonghyun leaned to try to get a look at the other contents, but couldn't see anything except vague shadows under Taemin's searching hands. There was a tinkling of light metal, like chain links shifting or clanking together, and Taemin flushed deeply at something that he found - he lifted his shoulders and dropped his head to try and hide it, but there was no mistaking the redness that coloured his cheeks. Taemin finally produced the blindfold and passed it to the front seat.
Onew smoothed the blindfold over his thigh. For a moment, he seemed deep in thought as he traced his finger over the edges. "Anything you want to tell me or Jonghyun, Taemin, say it now. You can always safeword, of course, but if there's anything you'd like to say beforehand..."
"No, hyung. I trust you. Thank you."
Onew unbuckled his seatbelt and twisted around to face Taemin. Jonghyun tried to flatten himself against the door, because, no matter that they'd invited him along, this seemed too intimate for other eyes. Onew kissed Taemin gently, once on each eyelid, and then the lips, before pulling the blindfold over his face. "Anything for you, aegi," he whispered. "Love you."
Taemin's grin was out-of-place under the blindfold; a prisoner all-too-happy to be in captivity. "Love you too, hyung." He jut his chin, lips puckered, and Onew planted another kiss, this one a little less innocent than the first, the slightest tug of teeth a promise of more to come.
"So, there are rules," Onew said, turning around. He fastened his seatbelt, shifted the car into drive, and merged back onto the road. He waited until Jonghyun hummed to show that he was listening before he continued. "The safewords are simple. Red means stop, yellow means slow down and talk; like a traffic light. If someone can't talk for whatever reason, it's three deliberate taps. Simple enough?"
"Got it. Is there a green light?"
Onew smirked. "I believe the green light is, oh hyung, yes, harder!" His voice went high-pitched, but it was mostly affectionate rather than mocking.
Taemin let out an embarrassed laugh. "Hyung. I do not sound like that."
"I'll remind you of that later on when you're begging for it," Onew said, smiling. He signalled to turn off the main road and down a sidestreet. And then looped around. He was taking random turns, making Taemin think they were heading further out than they were. "So, Jonghyun," Onew said casually, "did you have anything you're completely against? A hard limit we should know about?"
Jonghyun considered. "You're not getting a dick anywhere near my ass."
"The thought never even crossed my mind. Anything else?"
"Uh." Jonghyun wasn't a virgin; he'd had his share of sexual encounters. But never with two guys - or any guy - and never with the kind of equipment Jonghyun assumed that Onew was packing in the duffel bag. "Not that I know of?"
"Well, let me know if something comes up that you're uncomfortable with."
"Hyung, what about-"
"Oh right," Onew said. He reached between the seats to squeeze Taemin's knee. "Condoms. Not that I don't trust you, Jonghyun. But I'm sure you understand."
"Sure," Jonghyun agreed.
After fifteen minutes of driving in literal circles, they pulled up in front of a hotel. It wasn't an expensive place, but not a total dive; it looked like the sort of place with clean towels and hot water. Onew brought the car around to private parking, and handed the duffel bag to Jonghyun to carry in. The bag wasn't as heavy as Jonghyun expected, although a little unweildy. After they got through the first set of doors, Onew tugged the blindfold down to hang around Taemin's neck. Jonghyun had caught on that Onew was trying to put Taemin off balance, keep him unaware of his exact whereabouts; still, it wouldn't do for the receptionist to see a popular idol walk in blindfolded without explanation.
When they all piled into the reception, Onew asked for a room with two beds - Taemin only shrugged at Jonghyun's raised brow, and fell into step behind Onew as he led them to the room. Around the corner, the blindfold went back on before Onew ushered them into the elevator. Taemin wasn't going to know what hotel they were in, let alone what floor.
The room was typical fare: two beds two feet apart, a chair and a desk, a television on a console table. Immediately, Onew set about tweaking the room to his liking. He turned on the lamps and turned off the overhead light, casting the room in a warmer glow from the two separate pools of light. The curtains were pulled shut and the heat turned up, and then Onew retrieved a set of clean towels from the bathroom and set them on the console for later use.
Jonghyun got the impression that this was something Onew had done before.
"Put the bag down on the bed," Onew said, "and then sit down."
Jonghyun paused in between the two. "Which bed?"
"Either."
Jonghyun lifted the bag onto the leftmost bed, and Onew indicated that he should sit on the right. Jonghyun sat and watched Onew rifle through the duffel bag. He didn't look like he was searching for something in particular so much as picking an item at whim. He pocketed something, and then almost as an afterthought said, "Taemin-ah, the blindfold, please."
Taemin uncovered his eyes and handed it over. He stood there blinking against the light until his eyes adjusted. When he saw Jonghyun waiting patiently, he pressed his lips together in a small reassuring smile.
"Your shirt," Onew said.
Taemin lifted his tee shirt over his head, and passed that to Onew as well. Onew folded the shirt neatly, and put it on the bed beside the bag. He didn't zip the bag shut, but left it for now and sat down next to Jonghyun. "Taemin-ah, let's show Jonghyun what a good boy you are, yes? Come here, please."
Wordlessly, Taemin moved to stand in front of Onew. He rested his hands on the back of his neck, elbows out, weight on the balls of his feet. It was an unnaturally poised position. Taemin was the quintessential slouching teenager usually, but this posture was more reminiscent of his dancing self. It invited the eye to skim across his skin, presenting parts of him that were usually hidden: the underside of his slim wrists and forearms, the curve of his armpit, the high relief of his ribs pianoed down his sides.
"Kneel, please."
Jonghyun's breath caught as Taemin obeyed. Without moving his hands, Taemin sank slowly to his knees and sat back on his heels. His chin was up, but his eyes remained downcast.
Onew slid to the edge of the bed, and Taemin's eyes closed as Onew kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss, far from it. Jonghyun was getting hard just from the sound of their tongues sliding together, a wet mess that had Taemin whimpering on every inhale.
Jonghyun palmed the front of his jeans. It was a threesome, right? There had been discussion of limits and safewords, but still, maybe they just wanted him to watch. Two beds, after all.
"Such pretty lips," Onew whispered. "Jonghyun, don't you think he's got the prettiest lips?"
Jonghyun nodded slowly. Taemin's lips were parted as he panted through his teeth, already red from Onew nipping at them. "Cock-sucking lips," Jonghyun agreed, a little hopeful.
"Quite. Do you want a cock to suck on, aegi?"
Taemin bobbed his head up-and-down.
"Well, tell me. Use your words, Taemin."
Taemin glanced nervously at Jonghyun before looking back to Onew, and swallowed a few times before answering. "I... I want to suck your cock, hyung."
Apparently amused with that choice, Onew leaned back on the bed with a good-natured laugh and thumbed open his fly. Jonghyun felt a flare of self-conscious jealousy; he'd always known that Onew was rather impressive from glances backstage and the fan-nicknames he was given, but Jonghyun had never really given the matter much thought. Seeing Onew's cock up close and even just half-hard, Jonghyun couldn't decide if he should feel happy or sorry for Taemin. It was basically a sledgehammer.
Not put-off at all, Taemin crawled forward to kneel between Onew's parted knees. "Suck me," Onew prompted. Taemin wrapped his gorgeous, puffy lips around Onew's cock and Jonghyun watched in disbelief as inch-after-inch disappeared into Taemin's mouth.
"Can he... can he take it all?" Jonghyun asked.
"Not like this," Onew said. He was remarkably unaffected for someone with a beautiful boy working his lips over his cock. "Angle's all wrong. If he's lying down it's easier. Or on top."
The man obviously spoke from experience. Jonghyun was really tempted to ask to see that in action - he'd never been with a girl talented enough to deepthroat properly, and here was Onew casually explaining the particulars of cramming every inch of his fat cock down Taemin's throat. But before Jonghyun could make the request, Onew threaded his fingers through the long hair at the base of Taemin's neck, and tugged his head back.
"Let's not ignore Jonghyun, aegi," Onew said, voice low and soft. "We invited him along, so it's only polite. Go on." Taemin visibly shuddered at Onew's next words: "Be a good boy."
~
Taemin's hands were shaking as he rested them on Jonghyun's knees. He had never kneeled in front of anyone other than Jinki-hyung, and it was strange to notice all the subtle differences between his bandmates. Jonghyun sat with more of a slouch, his weight on the heels of his hands, and Taemin could feel him trying to force his breath to come steady. Was Jonghyun nervous? Or anticipating? The scratch of denim under his fingers was familiar, and Jinki's hand gently stroking the back of his neck, so Taemin used those sensations as an anchor to explore the new body in front of him.
Jonghyun's inner thighs were sensitive, and he squirmed away, ticklish, when Taemin reached up to his fly and brushed the bare skin of Jonghyun's stomach. Taemin paused with his fingers on the first button until Jinki breathed out a laugh behind him and said, "You can use your hands for that, aegi."
Taemin appreciated that small allowance. Jonghyun was wearing a button fly, and Taemin didn't think he had the oral dexterity to work four buttons between tongue and teeth with any kind of grace. Jonghyun was half-hard, still too hesitent to reach out and touch. He startled at Taemin's breath ghosting over his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers, and when Taemin chanced a glance up, Jonghyun was watching him with eyes wide and mouth agape, as though he couldn't quite believe it was Taemin, their magnae, nosing into his fly.
Taemin was hyper-aware of Jinki's eyes on him, scrutinizing every movement, and despite the fact that it was Jonghyun's cock that he was stroking softly between his hands and lips, it was Jinki that Taemin wanted to please. He wanted to show how good he could be. Jonghyun made a quiet keen when Taemin finally pulled the boxers out of the way and touched his lips to bare skin. Jonghyun jerked his hips upwards impatiently.
"Don't be a tease," Jinki said. His hand curled tighter in Taemin's hair, grabbing the longer strands into a ponytail between his fist. Gently, he gathered the runaway strands from Taemin's forehead and mouth. "Suck him properly, Taemin-ah."
With Jinki holding his hair out of the way, Taemin licked a stripe up the underside of Jonghyun's cock, and when he got to the tip, he parted his lips and let the weight of Jinki's hand force his head down. Jonghyun wasn't as big as Jinki, but only slightly less thick, and Taemin breathed carefully through his nose as Jonghyun brushed the back of his throat. "Fuck," Jonghyun breathed. "Fucking hell, Taemin."
Jinki set the pace, guiding Taemin up-and-down too slowly to do anything but tease. Over the sound of his own messy slurping and Jonghyun's restrained groaning and swearing, Taemin could hear the hitch in Jinki's breath as he watched Taemin's lips slide over the head of someone else's cock. Taemin hoped he liked it. He hoped Jinki was getting turned on by the sight.
Jinki let go of Taemin's hair, letting it fall around Taemin's face like a halo. He got up from the bed, and a moment later Taemin caught the low, musty scent of jute and before Jinki could even say, "Hands, please," Taemin was already crossing his wrists behind his back. He shuddered at the slide of the rope over his skin, and without the leverage of his hands on Jonghyun's thighs, the cock in his mouth seemed to slide that much deeper. Taemin's eyes watered as he tried not to gag. His shoulders were heaving as Jinki yanked his head back by the hair.
"Up, up," Jinki said. "That's enough."
Without his hands, Taemin was a little clumsy rocking back on his feet, and Jinki didn't let him get any proper balance. He wrapped an arm around Taemin's middle, and pulled Taemin backwards to lean against Jinki's chest with his weight on his heels. Already Taemin felt a little drunk on Jinki's rough hands and gentle voice, and on Jonghyun's eyes watching him with all the sharp focus of a camera lens. Jonghyun's cock was standing straight up, angry red and glistening with Taemin's spit.
"Jonghyun, do us a favour and help Taemin take off his pants."
Jonghyun didn't hesitate to slide forward on the bed and cup Taemin through his sweats as he tugged the drawstring loose. Taemin had no hips to speak of, and the sweats were just barely his size. Once the knot was undone, they slid down to his ankles.
"Jesus," Jonghyun whispered.
Jinki ran his thumb under the lacy waistband of Taemin's flower-print underwear, and snapped the elastic against Taemin's skin.
"Do you wear those all the time?" Jonghyun asked as though he didn't really want to know the answer, for sanity's sake. Taemin could feel himself going red as he shook his head, but it was hard to be humiliated when Jonghyun's eyes were soaking up the sight of him like he'd never seen anything as sexy in his life.
"Only when I tell him to," Jinki said. His grip around Taemin's torso tightened, squeezing uncomfortably beneath his ribs. "But did I tell you to wear something pretty tonight, aegi?"
Taemin shook his head. "No, hyung. I... I just wanted to-"
"My pretty baby," Jinki cooed. He pet the hair out of Taemin's face and kissed the side of his mouth fondly. Despite the gentleness, Taemin could feel the tense in Jinki's jaw against his temple. "You wanted to show off for Jonghyun, didn't you?"
"I-"
Taemin didn't have a chance to answer before being shoved face-first onto the bed. Without his hands to catch the fall, Taemin landed with his nose against the mattress and his ass in the air. He rolled onto his side, feeling suddenly overexposed. He had wanted to show off, wanted Jonghyun to see his frilly, flowery panties and be surprised and aroused by the sight. Jinki had seen right through him, and now Taemin wanted nothing more than to take it back; he was Jinki's to show off. And maybe Jinki hadn't wanted to show off that particular sight.
Jinki turned around, taking a deliberate deep breath. "Hyung," Taemin whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Just... shut up, Taemin. Please."
Taemin fell quiet as though Jinki had slapped him. Jonghyun was glancing nervously between them, not sure what to make of it. For a moment, Taemin was unsure too, thinking the whole thing was over before it had even got started; had he overstepped a line? But then Jinki took something from the bag and came back to the bed.
"You want to show off for Jonghyun, Taemin-ah?" Jinki shoved the hard ball of a wiffle gag past Taemin's teeth and fastened it behind his head. "Let's give a show, aegi," Jinki said. "Get your hands in front."
Taemin blinked up in disbelief. He met Jinki's unflinching gaze and understood: Jinki wasn't going to untie his hands. He was punishing Taemin for being vain, for wanting to make a show of being graceful and pretty. The wiffle ball in Taemin's mouth wouldn't restrict his breathing, or quiet his moaning, but it would make him drool. And the struggle to get his legs through the loop of his arms would be anything but graceful.
"Taemin." Jinki's tone was a warning.
With a whine, his skin prickling with the burn of both Jonghyun and Jinki's eyes on him, Taemin rolled onto his back, sliding his hands down beneath his tailbone. The rope had enough slack that he could separate his wrists to the heels of his palms, but it wasn't enough to allow him the range of motion required to simply slip his hands under his ass. He had to roll onto his shoulders, a half-backwards tumble, to get his hands to the backs of his knees, and then fold his legs against his torso to get the rope over his feet. It took more than a few tries for that maneuvre to work, and every time Taemin dropped his hips back to the mattress he couldn't help but make a frustrated whine. The exertion had Taemin panting, drool leaking through the wiffle ball and past his lips once he finally had his hands in front of him.
"Wasn't that charming?" Jinki asked, directing the question to Jonghyun.
"Uh." Jonghyun had one hand clutched around the base of his erection, not stroking it but fisting it tightly. He swallowed visibly. "Yeah."
Jinki leaned down as though to kiss Taemin, but instead he nipped harshly at the side of his jaw, and pinched Taemin's lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, tugging. Taemin whimpered, trying to inhale to keep the spit from flowing, but now that he'd started, he couldn't stop drooling. Jinki hummed appreciatively, and slid his hand down Taemin's bare chest and stomach to play again with the band of Taemin's underwear.
"You can touch him, Jonghyun. He couldn't bite even if he wanted to."
Jonghyun gave a short laugh of disbelief. Hesitantly, he put a hand on Taemin's knee, and rubbed his thumb in careful circles, wandering slowly higher. The skim of his fingertips over Taemin's thighs made Taemin gasp and jump, knees pressing together out of reflex.
"Ticklish?" Jonghyun asked, a characteristic grin tugging at the corner of his lip.
Taemin couldn't answer with anything more than a nod. Even if he wasn't gagged Taemin doubted he'd make much sense. Two pairs of hands were fluttering over his skin, and he couldn't think straight.
"Spread your knees, aegi," Jinki purred. "You don't want to let Jonghyun see anymore? But those panties are so pretty..."
Jinki's hand dipped lower, and he pushed the underwear down just far enough to take Taemin in hand. He rubbed his thumb over Taemin's slit, coaxing him from rock hard to raging arousal. The slightest touch seemed to rocket through Taemin's body. He hadn't even realized how turned on he was already. His heart was racing from shame or arousal, or a confusing mixture of the two. Taemin lifted his arms and ringed his hands over Jinki's head, the rope pressing against the nape of Jinki's neck, and let his knees fall open like a butterfly.
"There's lube in the bag," Jinki said, nodding towards Jonghyun. Taemin didn't let himself anticipate; he knew that he wasn't going to get any kind of release soon, and imagining what Jinki had planned would only make it worse. Taemin watched through half-lidded eyes as Jonghyun rifled around in the bag. He lifted a spreader bar from the bag with a confused frown, and then opened his mouth, ah!, when he realized what it was for. He dropped it back inside the bag.
"Side pocket," Jinki clarified.
A zipping sound, and then Jonghyun returned to the bed with the bottle, snapping the cap open with his thumb. Jinki held his hand out, and Jonghyun squeezed a dollop of the translucent gel onto the palm of Jinki's hand. Taemin whined at the wet-slick heat of Jinki's curled fingers around his erection, but Jinki was stroking too slowly to get Taemin any closer to release. If Taemin moved his hips, trying for more friction, Jinki only slowed the motion of his hand and laughed, breath hot against the shell of Taemin's ear.
Jonghyun had seemed content to watch for a minute, eyes burning into Taemin's skin, but now he scooted forward on the bed in between the fold of Taemin's knees and held his hand out as though asking Jinki for permission. Taemin felt Jinki nod against the crook of his neck, and his hand slid down further into Taemin's underwear to cup his balls and brush slick fingers over Taemin's hole. Jonghyun took over Jinki's previous position, squeezing more lube onto his palm and then fisting Taemin so slowly he thought he would die. Jonghyun was only slightly more merciful than Jinki. His grip was tight and even despite the agonizing pace.
"Talk to me, aegi," Jinki purred, teasing. It wasn't like Taemin could answer with his mouth full. And besides, asking for more sensation, a less-teasing touch, would only have him denied. He whined helplessly, and tugged at Jinki's neck. "I'm not a horse," Jinki said. "Should I tie you to the headboard so you stop yanking on me?"
Taemin shook his head without thinking.
"No? You don't want to be tied up?"
There was an edge of concern to Jinki's voice that Taemin was desperate to assuage. He hadn't meant no; he was just loathe to move when there was so much promise right here, with Jinki strong and firm behind him and Jonghyun in front with his loose-fisted grip. Taemin whined and rolled his hips against Jinki's hand and then up into Jonghyun's, digging his heels into the mattress for leverage. He wanted to be impaled on Jinki's long and searching fingers, wanted to be able to feel Jinki's breathing get heavy as he panted into Taemin's ear. He wanted Jonghyun to fist him hard and fast, squeeze him so tight he felt lightheaded.
"You want something inside you," Jinki said, getting the point. "You want my fingers? A cock? Whose?"
With every question, the pads of Jinki's fingers prodded at Taemin's hole without slipping inside, just a fluttering pressure that was gone as quickly as it came. Taemin whimpered and tried to say, finger me, finger me. Minus the consonants, slurred behind the gag and trailing off into a moan, it could hardly be called speech.
"What do you think he's trying to say, Jonghyun?"
"I think he said he wants you to finger him, Onew-hyung."
Taemin's pretty panties were going to be ruined. Jinki drizzled a line of lube right over the fabric, but Taemin knew better than to think it was out of impatience or inaccuracy. The sensation of the slick cotton dragging over his erection, and the slow, deliberate trail of Jinki's fingers along the hem made Taemin whimper mindlessly. It was Jonghyun who finally granted some small mercy: his hand curled around the head of Taemin's cock, and Taemin's desperate upward buck made Jinki's fingers slip under the fabric and finally - finally - press into him.
The moan that burst from Taemin's lips was almost embarrassingly loud. Jonghyun seemed to have caught on to the rhythm of things, and instead of touching Taemin with intent, he was simply dragging the tips of his fingernails up and down Taemin's erection while Jinki worked two fingers inside of him.
"These are pretty, aegi," Jinki said, breath hot in the shell of Taemin's ear, and his fingers left the heat of Taemin's body to toy with the edge of the panties, snapping the elastic against the sensitive bend of Taemin's groin, "but they're getting in the way."
Taemin made a sound somewhere between a whine and a wheeze, but it only resulted in more drool leaking down his chin. Jinki slipped out of the loop of Taemin's arms and jostled him until Taemin turned to face the mattress, weight on his knees and elbows. It was Jonghyun's hands that tugged the panties down to the bend of his knees; Jinki busied himself with securing Taemin's hands, unlooping a length of jute from between his wrists and knotting it to the headboard. There was enough slack for Taemin to roll onto his back if needed, but he couldn't bring his hands below his head.
With his face in the pillow, Taemin was blind to the workings of the two men behind him. He felt a shift in weight on the bed - Jonghyun moving closer, readjusting - and one of them pulled the underwear past his ankles and tossed them to the floor. Taemin's knees were nudged apart, followed by the wet drizzle of more lube smeared down his tailbone and into the cleft of his ass.
Two fingers slipped inside of him with easy familiarity, and then a third. "Gonna show Jonghyun what a good boy you are," Jinki said. His voice was heavy with arousal, deep enough to hit the pit of Taemin's stomach. "Gonna show him how you open up for me."
Jinki had one hand flat on the base of Taemin's spine, guiding Taemin to roll his hips as another finger joined the first three and twisted. Taemin moaned helplessly into the pillow as Jinki's other hand trailed down to add to the already tight fit and pulled him open. Taemin felt stretched wide and touched deep, spread out for all to see.
"Holy shit," Jonghyun whispered. "That is... wow. Fuck, wow."
Taemin thought he might die. It felt like Jinki was trying to crawl inside of him, four fingers rubbing his prostate and another two scissoring and stretching him. He was too turned on to feel the burn - every time the heel of Jinki's hand met Taemin's tailbone, the force of it caused Taemin's neglected erection to drag across the sheets. He felt very close to crying; he could come now, so easily, if only Jonghyun or Jinki would touch him there. A single fingertip along his shaft could make Taemin come so hard he'd go blind. He wanted it. He needed it, and fuck Jinki for this torture, for knowing exactly where the edge was before black-out pleasure and refusing to cross it.
"Jonghyun, if you look in the side pocket- no, on the inside. With the zipper. Yes, there's a little cloth satchel. Bring it here."
Taemin did cry then, a little, knowing what was coming. He whimpered and sobbed and begged, but even if Jinki could understand him around the gag, he knew that Jinki wouldn't give in.
~
If Jinki could have Taemin always like this, always on the edge of losing it completely, he would. There was nothing that compared to the sight of his lover coated in a sheen of sweat, near tears as he begged wordlessly for Jinki's touch. He'd keep Taemin on the verge of madness forever. As it was, he could only prolong it as long as possible.
"The black one," Jinki said, as Jonghyun returned to the bed.
Jonghyun loosened the drawstring at the top of the satchel and poured the contents onto the bed with a musical clinking of metal. He selected a black leather cock ring from the bunch and held it up.
"Do you know how to put it on him?" Jinki would have liked to do it himself, but his hands were rather occupied at the moment. Jonghyun stared at the ring for a moment - he obviously understood the theory, but maybe had never used one. "Put it around his cock and balls and then tighten it so it's snug. Don't play with him, just put it on. He's not allowed to come yet."
Taemin whined at that.
"You brat, you love it."
Jinki could tell that Taemin was straining, the still semi-conscious part of his brain trying not to come while the burning need in him demanded it. The ring was both a torture and a reprieve. It would alleviate some of the burden that came from the need to please, letting Taemin sink more fully into a heightened state of sensation. There were occasions when Taemin needed a firm hand, but sometimes it was the softest touch that he felt the strongest.
Jinki withdrew most of his fingers as Jonghyun reached between Taemin's legs to secure the cock ring, but even so, Taemin sobbed at the touch and every muscle clenched until Jinki's remaining two fingers overlapped. Jinki had to close his eyes and exhale slowly; he wanted that tightness around his cock, of course he did, but his own burning arousal could wait. This wasn't about him.
"You're okay, aegi," Jinki whispered. He pressed his lips to the base of Taemin's tailbone, just above the cleft of his ass. Slowly, carefully, Jinki pulled his fingers from the heat of Taemin's hole. Taemin's shoulders shook as he begged and whined in protest, tugging at the rope around his wrists. "You're okay, I promise," Jinki said. He slid to the floor so that he had a clear view of Taemin's face. "Jonghyun's going to help you. He's going to fuck you."
Jinki wanted to hear Taemin's response. He didn't think Taemin would protest, but all the same, Jinki loosened the gag and let Taemin spit it out. The first sound from Taemin's lips couldn't quite be considered a word- it was an attempt at something resembling Korean, but the sounds jumbled and the result was more of a blissed-out stutter than what might have been a try at Jinki's name.
"Talk to me, aegi. Jonghyun's going to-"
"Hyung, I heard you," Taemin moaned, cutting Jinki off. "Hyung, I- hyung, please..."
Jinki intended to scold him for interrupting, but when he touched Taemin's chin, Taemin turned his head to rub his cheek against the palm of Jinki's hand, and then against the pillow. He rocked back-and-forth on his knees, thrusting his pert little ass in the air, and Jinki just couldn't find it in him to discipline an infraction so small. "Please," Taemin insisted.
Jonghyun had been quiet for a while, watching from the foot of the bed with his cock held in a limp-fisted grip. Jinki hadn't actually paid him much direct attention, although he was all too-aware of Jonghyun's eyes on Taemin the entire time. Jonghyun was still staring, slack-jawed, at Taemin's squirming. Jinki cleared his throat.
"Is that okay with you, Jonghyun?"
Jonghyun flushed deep red, and refused to meet Jinki's eyes. "I, well... y'know, there's a lot of pressure and I was watching for a really long time and-"
"You don't have to explain," Jinki said. He didn't want to sound patronizing; it happened. Jonghyun was still erect, but not as hard as he had been, and certainly not hard enough to give Taemin the kind of railing he was whimpering for. Jinki had learned to love the delayed gratification that came with seeing to Taemin's needs before his own, and he knew that it required a certain amount of patience and control on his part. Control that couldn't always come from willpower alone.
Jinki took one of the cock rings that Jonghyun had carelessly poured onto the sheets, and tucked the rest into the bag. He offered it to Jonghyun.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Jonghyun asked. He was eyeing Taemin's angry erection between his legs, the way Taemin couldn't keep still for a second, squirming with something close to agony.
"Oh, Taemin-ah, does wearing a ring hurt?"
As he asked the question, Jinki trailed his fingers along the inside of Taemin's thigh, and Taemin shuddered at the touch. "No, no, hyung, it doesn't- please touch me, please!"
Jonghyun took the ring from Jinki's fingers and fit it over his half-hard cock, and then looked at Jinki with an expression that said, now what?
"Watch me, aegi," Jinki said, and he nudged Taemin to look through the frame of his elbow and shoulder as Jinki moved down the bed to where Jonghyun was sitting.
Jinki didn't mind giving head. It was more of a means to an end rather than the end itself - Jinki didn't get off on sucking cock the way Taemin did - but he could spend an afternoon licking and kissing up-and-down Taemin's dick just for the way it made Taemin squirm. Sucking on Jonghyun wasn't something Jinki had ever conceived of himself doing, but the wide-eyed look on Taemin's face was worth it. Judging by the shocked hitch of breath, it wasn't something Jonghyun had envisioned either.
"Fuck, Onew," Jonghyun hissed. His fingers clenched and unclenched as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands. Quite rightly, he decided against touching Jinki's hair or attempting to guide him in any way, and instead he grabbed the back of his heels and sat back to let Jinki work. Jinki sucked long and even, wrapping his thumb and forefinger just above the cock ring, and taking more and more of Jonghyun in until his lips touched his hand.
When Jinki pulled back, leaving a sticky trail of saliva along Jonghyun's erection, he turned to see Taemin shamelessly rubbing against the sheets, whining senselessly. Jinki loosened the knot tethering Taemin to the headboard and carefully gathered his shaking limbs. "Come here, aegi. You're gonna get on top."
Taemin made a soft sound of protest; he was too aroused, too turned on to support his own body weight. He was swooning against Jinki's chest, not even trying to lift his own head. Jinki leaned down to press their mouths together, kissing Taemin rough and wet while Jonghyun flopped down on the bed next to them and wrestled a condom over his straining erection.
It took careful coordination for Jinki to get Taemin into position. He held his lover's bound hands in front, and guided him to sit reverse-cowboy across Jonghyun's lap. Taemin whimpered at the slide of Jonghyun's cock between his cheeks, slick and slipping off-mark. "Hyung," he whined, but Jinki wasn't sure who he was addressing.
"Lean forward a bit, aegi. Got to give your hyungs some room to work."
Taemin didn't really move of his own volition; he let Jinki tug him forward by his wrists, the muscles in his arms straining against his own weight.
"Fucking... fuck." Jonghyun held Taemin's ass in both hands, spreading him open and admiring the sight of his cock pressed against Taemin's pink hole. Taemin was already more than wet from Jinki's fingers, but Jonghyun still took the time to drizzle more lube over his erection before lining himself up.
Jinki had fucked Taemin countless times, in countless configurations. He knew the way Taemin's breath caught with the first breach, and how his fingers curled and he scrunched his face up, and wrinkled his little nose. How he didn't make a sound until his hips were flush, and then let out the most wanton, half-pained moan at the feeling of being filled. He'd even seen it from this angle, almost, with Taemin wrapping his legs around Jinki's hips and sitting back.
But there was always a distraction. As Taemin made that beautiful face, Jinki was trying not to hiss through his teeth at the constriction around his cock, half-focused on how good it felt to be buried inside his lover. How tight Taemin was, how responsive. Like this, there was no need to focus on his own pleasure at all. He could simply appreciate.
Jinki had expected to feel possessive as he watched another man thrust into Taemin. He'd prepared himself for jealousy, a flash of anger, something- but it didn't come. Instead, Jinki watched Taemin throw his head back and bite his lip, and when that moan finally came, that full-throated sound, Taemin looked at Jinki with half-lidded eyes and smiled. The sort of smile that assured Jinki it was all for him.
"Hyung," Taemin whispered. His voice was shaking like the rest of him, barely able to keep his elbows locked to keep himself upright. "Hyung, can you-"
Jinki was kissing him before he had to ask. Jonghyun had started to thrust, holding Taemin's hips and bouncing him up and down, and Taemin moaned right into Jinki's mouth. Jinki swallowed the sound, kissing Taemin with a tenderness that felt so right against the harsh thrust of Jonghyun's hips.
Holding Taemin up with one hand, Jinki let his fingers trail down his lover's stomach and over his weeping cock, revelling in the sounds that spilled from Taemin's mouth. Taemin gasped, head falling forward, when Jinki's fingers trailed lower to tease at the rim of his opening.
"You want more, aegi?" Jinki asked. "Jonghyun not enough for you?"
Jonghyun grunted in what might have been offense, and his next thrust was aimed particularly deep. But Jinki wasn't trying to get Jonghyun riled up; he wanted Taemin to beg for him.
"I want, I want-oh!" Taemin and Jonghyun both moaned as two of Jinki's fingers pressed inside along with Jonghyun's cock. Taemin was gritting his teeth, but the realization seemed to dawn on him now and he looked up with wide-eyes to meet Jinki's gaze.
"Do you want me to fuck you too, Taemin?" Jinki asked carefully.
Taemin whispered, "Oh God..." Jonghyun mumbled something similar from behind him.
"It'll hurt, aegi," Jinki said, whispering against Taemin's lips. "Talk to me. How can I help you relax?"
Jinki had an idea of what Taemin needed, but he wanted to hear it first. Slowly, he lowered Taemin to lie with his back against Jonghyun's chest. This angle was too shallow for Jonghyun to move much, and he seemed to get the idea that Taemin was supposed to focus on forming words.
"Hyung, I need... I need you to..." He flexed the muscles in his legs, and even though Jinki got the point, he continued to give Taemin a hard, searching look.
"Need me to what, Taemin?"
Taemin squirmed, feeling overstimulated and put on the spot. Flushed with the guilt that came with asking to have his own needs met.
Jinki kissed him and repeated gently, "Tell me what you need to me do, aegi."
"Make me," Taemin said, almost too quiet to hear. Barely a whisper. Those two words were an abbreviation of a much longer thought, a compromise they had made between Jinki needing consent and Taemin wanting to act as though he hadn't given it. Jinki let his fingers slip free. Both Jonghyun and Taemin sighed at the release of pressure.
"You remember our safewords?" Jinki asked as he stood from the bed.
Jonghyun nodded. He had his arms wrapped around Taemin's torso to keep him from rolling onto the bed. "Red is stop, yellow is slow."
"Right." Jinki just hoped that Jonghyun wouldn't be put off if Taemin started begging for them to stop and went ignored. "Hold him tight."
From the duffel bag, Jinki took another length of jute rope and doubled it in his hands. As he came back to the bed, he let the rope brush against Taemin's skin, trailing it down his chest and the insides of his thighs. Taemin's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. When they first started to play with rope, Jinki had used soft acrylic, and while it had served its purpose, he soon discovered that the smell of jute rope could make Taemin's cock stand up in sheer anticipation.
Jinki smacked the ends of the rope on the back of Taemin's thigh. "Legs up."
Taemin was slow to react, so Jinki did it for him, grabbing onto both ankles and pressing them against Taemin's thighs.
"Jonghyun, help me out here." Jonghyun let go of Taemin's waist to wrap his hands around the younger boy's ankles and hold him as Jinki bound Taemin's ankles to his thighs. Taemin whimpered when Jinki loosened the rope around his wrists, but he wasn't taking it off; instead he tied Taemin's wrists to the knot at his ankles and then sat back to admire his work.
Taemin couldn't move much beyond squirming in place. The rope latticed across his flush skin held his legs wide open, giving Jinki a spectacular view of Jonghyun's cock sitting still inside of him, and the almost-purple colour of Taemin's erection. There was a visible shift in Taemin's demeanor as he gave in to the feeling of being constricted; cradled and secure by the tight binding, no longer responsible for much of his own movement, Taemin's eyes closed and his breath came ragged through spit-glossed, parted lips.
"Fuck, Onew," Jonghyun said. He shifted to sit a little higher on the pillows, Taemin's weight holding him down. He probably felt almost as bound as Taemin did. "Since when were you a rope artist?"
Jinki laughed. "It's just a frog-tie, Jonghyun. Simple, but effective. Don't you think so, Taemin-ah?"
Taemin's mouth opened to speak, but before he made a sound, Jinki clapped a hand over his lips. He pushed Taemin's head back to rest against Jonghyun's shoulder, and took his time to lick and nip his way down Taemin's chest. He bit almost too-hard at Taemin's nipples until the boy squirmed, gasping at the shift of Jonghyun inside him.
Taemin's belly was too ticklish to kiss. He fought against the rope and his voice cracked, "Ah- hyung, no! That's-"
Jinki continued on to Taemin's cock, and Taemin sobbed at the barest touch of Jinki's lips to the tip. He was very close to coming, even with the ring, and Jinki watched Taemin's fingers tense in weird configurations, knuckles bent, as he flailed and cried. Taemin was leaking like a faucet, salty-sweet on Jinki's lips, and with his lips ghosting over Taemin's slit, he pressed two fingers into Taemin's hole alongside Jonghyun and bent his thumb to add a hard pressure to the perinium.
"Hyung," Taemin said, in that desperately pleased tone of voice, and then a moment later, with a different kind of desperation altogether- "Hyung, yellow yellow yellow, ow."
Jinki quickly sat up and wiped his hand on the sheet. "What is it, aegi?"
Taemin flexed the fingers on his left hand and said, "Feels like pins."
"Too tight?" Jinki loosened the knot in question, and rubbed Taemin's forearm until he nodded his head that the feeling had come back. Jinki checked all the other knots just to make sure, sliding his fingers underneath to check for slack. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, hyung, please, yes-"
"Is that the proverbial green light?" Jonghyun asked, smirking. He had one hand on either of Taemin's ass cheeks, and when both Jinki and Taemin laughed - yes, go ahead - he spread Taemin wide and started fucking into him lightly.
Jinki returned to his previous position between Taemin's legs, but this time instead of licking the length of his cock, he went lower, tongueing the stretched rim of Taemin's ass and tasting the latex of the condom.
"That is... fuck, seriously one of the hottest things ever," Jonghyun groaned. "Holy fuck, hyung."
Jinki fumbled around for the lube that had been discarded somewhere in the sheets, and the other condom he'd pocketed. It ached to touch his own cock; he'd put off being touched for so long that it was sheer torture to roll the condom over his length without coming. With another lewd lick between Taemin's legs, Jinki shuffled forward on the bed to line his cock up. He uncapped the lube and nearly dumped the whole bottle over his cock, hands suddenly shaking.
He was about to double stuff his boyfriend. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Before cramming his cock into Taemin, Jinki undid the snap on the ring around Taemin's weeping erection. The initial pain of being penetrated would keep Taemin from coming too soon, and Jinki didn't think he or Jonghyun were going to last too long once they started fucking in earnest.
It was such a tight fit. Jinki almost thought Taemin wouldn't be able to do it, that he'd need to get down and prepare him some more, but just when he was about to give up and soothe the pained expression from Taemin's face, the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, and then it was a smooth slide until Jinki's hips were flush.
For a moment, no one could move. Jonghyun's mouth was hanging open and his eyes were turned to the ceiling. Taemin's brow was deeply furrowed as he adjusted to the feeling. Jinki let his head drop to Taemin's chest so neither of them had to see his stupid, candid expression. That first thrust into Taemin's heat was always divine, but this was so fucking tight. He felt like Taemin was going to split in two- he couldn't possibly handle both of them moving at once.
But it was Taemin who moved first, wiggling his hips and saying, "Oh, fuck."
It was so rare for Taemin to swear in bed that Jinki couldn't help but laugh. He nipped at Taemin's collarbone, and although Taemin had said he wanted to play it rough, he didn't think any of them had the brain cells for serious roleplay right now. Jinki braced himself against the headboard, and with a snap of his hips, they all shut up and fell into incoherent moaning.
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If there was anyone in the next room over, they were going to think an animal was being slaughtered. Taemin certainly felt that way. He was pressed between two sweating bodies, bound and held down in every sense, and there were two cocks moving in tandem, stretching him so wide that Taemin couldn't decide if what he felt was so-good-it-hurts or so-painful-it's-good.
He was grateful that Jinki was the one on top, the one controlling the beastly pace- Taemin felt flushed every time he opened his eyes and saw the dark, heated look Jinki was giving him. Taemin had never felt so completely possessed. Even with Jonghyun behind him and inside him, so close to coming that he'd dug his teeth into Taemin's shoulder, Taemin was at Jinki's mercy.
"Fuck, Taemin- fuck, hyung, fuck!" Jonghyun muffled his shout into the crook of Taemin's neck, grunting like an animal as he shot harder than he probably ever had, and on the next out-stroke of Jinki's big cock, Jonghyun let his slip free.
Jinki moaned deep and loud, his voice rumbling right down to the pit of Taemin's stomach. Without Jonghyun there, Jinki could go so much deeper, and Taemin felt like dying, so close to orgasm. All he needed was just a little more-
Jinki sat back so suddenly that Taemin thought he would cry. He felt empty, denied again, and he was about to voice his protest when he realized that Jinki was only taking off the condom. "Jjong, help me sit him up," Jinki said. His voice was so rough with arousal. Taemin shuddered as two sets of hands pulled him upright, Jonghyun pushing against his shoulderblades and Jinki pulling until Taemin was balanced awkwardly over his lap. They both groaned as Jinki pushed into him bare, the slide of slick skin-on-skin more familiar to them.
Like this, pressed flush against Jinki's chest, Taemin's cock rubbed against the hair on Jinki's stomach, squished tight between them. It was the more that Taemin had needed, and he screamed out his release, feeling like it had been ripped from him. He dug deep nailprints into his own ankles as he shook so hard his teeth rattled.
"Ah, aegi..." Jinki hugged him close, and kissed the hair that was stuck to his temples with sweat. "I love you so much, love you so, so fucking much-"
Jinki came strong and silent, his breath caught in the back of his throat and his arms wrapped so tight around Taemin's body. He didn't let go right away, just panted into Taemin's hair and kissed his ears and his cheeks and his lips and whispered, "fuck, Taemin, fuck," as his come dripped between their legs.
"Love you too, hyung. Thank you," Taemin whispered. He looked over his shoulder to where Jonghyun had collapsed half-over the edge of the bed, still breathing fast. "And thank you, Jonghyun-hyung."
"No, uh," Jonghyun sighed in contentment, blinking like he wasn't sure what just happened wasn't a dream, "No problem."
Slowly, Jinki lowered Taemin to the bed, and then carefully loosened each knot. When he freed a limb, he rubbed the backs of Taemin's knees and the crooks of his elbows to make sure the blood was circulating.
"You can use the shower first," Jinki said, nodding to Jonghyun. Jonghyun slid all the way to the floor and struggled back into his pants before going to the bathroom. Jinki flopped down on the bed and pulled Taemin close, kissing him on the lips. Taemin let his eyes fall closed and felt loved.
While Jonghyun showered, Jinki took one of the clean towels from the console and wiped the semen from between Taemin's legs, and the sweat from his skin, rubbing soft terrycloth in the bends of his knees and the dip of his collarbones. He followed this with his lips, kissing Taemin from head to toe and whispering against the ticklish parts of him, "Love you, love you, love you..."
Jonghyun came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, smelling of hotel-brand shampoo. He gave an indignant hey! when Jinki reached into the bag and produced a bottle of shampoo, the same honey-scented brand they used at the dorm. "You didn't ask," Jinki teased, and then took Taemin's hand and led him into the steamy bathroom.
Jinki adjusted the water to the perfect temperature beween ice and scalding before stripping and stepping into the stall. He held the door ajar for Taemin to follow, and once they were both crammed into the small space with the water pouring over their faces, Jinki pulled Taemin close for a heated kiss.
"I thought I'd be jealous," Jinki admitted. He licked the water from Taemin's lips before sucking hard at them, biting down until Taemin smiled. "Thought I'd go crazy when I saw you with another guy inside of you, but fuck, you're so hot and you're mine. All for me."
Taemin was getting hard again, just from Jinki's hands skimming water-slick over his chest and hips. He tilted his chin up for another tongue-clashing kiss, and said, "Hyung, if I promise to be quiet, can we...?"
"Let him hear you," Jinki said, and turned Taemin to face the wall.
end.
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