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If he was forced to choose who he loved the most, Namjoon didn't think he'd hesitate to answer. Whenever he woke up next to Jin, he was reminded of just how much he loved the older man, and he was grateful he was to enjoy these small moments. Of course he loved Jin, he loved them all, but something about Jin had pulled Namjoon into his orbit and never let him go.
But comparing how he felt for each of them was dangerous. Each of the six men he loved were different in their own beautiful ways, and he loved them for their differences. Every relationship, even one as complicated as his, were unique to the people involved.
Sometimes Namjoon would think about them individually, and what each of them meant to him. How Yoongi was his soulmate, and Hoseok was his energy when he needed it. How Jimin was his daily dose of physical affection and love, and Taehyung tested the limits of his comfort zone. How Jungkook was his exuberance, and kept him on his toes. Every one of them were important piece of his heart and he loved them.
But Jin, Jin was the base in his heart and wove all of them together. Jin was usually the one he fell asleep next to every night. The one he woke up to in the morning and the very idea of Jin not being a part of his day made his heart clench. Sometimes he felt a twinge of guilt and wondered if what he was doing was right. If he loved them all enough to justify their relationship.
"You look like you're not here."
Namjoon turned his head when a pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind. Jin, who was always so attuned to him kissed the side of his head and settled his chin on his shoulder. It probably wasn't comfortable since Namjoon was on the couch and Seokjin was bending over to hug him.
"Just thinking," Namjoon murmured, brushing his lips against Jin's cheek.
"Not sure how you can be lost in thought with that in front of you though," Jin said into his ear and that was fair. Namjoon looked back to where he was monitoring the camera feed, watching what was going on through the monitors for a moment before his eyes flicked back up to the bed.
Jin had a point, how could he be thinking about anything while Hoseok had both Jimin and Taehyung on their hands and knees. In his hand were two leather leashes, purple and orange that matched the collars around the other necks of the other two. Currently, Taehyung was licking Taehyung's cock, making happy little woofing noises between each lick. With his honey colored floppy ears in his hair and a floofy tail anal plug, there was no question he was a little puppy. It fit Taehyung's personality, an excitable puppy who trembled with excitement every time Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, scratching him behind his ears.
"Such a good puppy," Hoseok cooed, smirking at Taehyung wiggled his hips to wag his tail. Taehyung's eyes shone in utter adoration and made a redoubled effort to lap at Hoseok's cock. "Isn't he a good puppy, kitten?"
Namjoon's eyes slid to where Jimin was stretched out. Jimin was easily sex personified when he was doing nothing at all. He oozed sexuality in his eyes, and his actions. But with a long white fluffy tail plug and white ears on his head, Jimin was tantalizing in ways Namjoon had never thought about. Namjoon didn't even find pet play that arousing, but Jimin made it easy. Of course Taehyung did too, but something about the way Jimin got up onto his hands and knees, stretching out his back like a cat with his ass in the air had Namjoon breathing in heavily.
"He's enjoying it far more than Taehyung," Jin chuckled, startling Namjoon. He had almost forgotten Jin was there.
"Jimin was the one with the kink," Namjoon replied, lifting his hand to rub it over Jin's arm. "Taehyung is just more enthusiastic about it."
Case in point, Taehyung snuffling his nose into Hoseok's crotch like he was trying to sniff his ass. Hoseok was trying not to laugh, because it was probably tickling him but he didn't break character.
"Tae, no," Hoseok warned, pulling on the leash. "Be a good boy, you'll get a treat if you're good."
Taehyung whined, but backed up a little, his ass knocking into Jimin who mewed unhappily. That had Taehyung rounding on the kitten, sniffing at his ears and his neck. Jimin made a distressed noise, cowering down but that just encouraged Taehyung to continue sniffing down his body until he was at Jimin's tail.
"What did you find Tae? Did you find a kitten to play with?" Hoseok asked, lips curling into a smirk. "You want to play with him?"
Taehyung whined, brushing his nose over Jimin's ass cheek before biting it lightly. That made Jimin jump and turn to swat at Taehyung's nose with a hiss.
"Play nice Tae," Hoseok warned, leaning over to run his hand through Jimin's hair. "You've gotta take it slow with the kitten."
Huffing and whining, Taehyung shook his head in frustration but tried to make it to Jimin by nuzzling against him again. That led to Taehyung shuffling closer, putting his hands up on Jimin's hips. Jimin didn't mind, but looked back at him curiously to see what he would do. Taehyung grinned, his tongue lolling out of his mouth slightly before he leaned down and licked at where the plug was stretching Jimin's rim. Jimin mewled, back arching and pushing his ass back into Taehyung's face.
"That's it Tae, nice and easy," Hoseok said. He leaned back against the wall, stroking his dick and watched as Taehyung started pulling on the plug.
Namjoon groaned a little, slouching down on the couch. He thought about joining, but he was still worn out from earlier with Jungkook. He had thought about how this would all go down and how much time he would get to spend with each of them, but it hadn't worked out as he had hoped. A part of him felt like he wasn't as engaged with some of his boyfriends as he wanted to be.
"You're gone again," Jin whispered. He'd moved to sit next to him, leaning into Namjoon's side and looking at him in question. "You okay?"
Nodding, Namjoon put his arm around Jin's shoulder and looked back up. Taehyung had pulled the plug out from Jimin and was now pushing his dick in. Jimin was thrashing, but Hoseok had tied Jimin's arms down with the leashes and wasn't letting him move. Wouldn't let Jimin touch himself or Hoseok and Jimin, who always wanted to touch and feel and make people feel good, was crying in frustration.
"You wanna go talk?" Jin asked, tapping Namjoon's knee. "You've been out of it for a while. Yoongi can watch the stream."
Namjoon looked over to Yoongi, who had been completely silent since the three had started. Namjoon had forgotten he was there at the far end of the couch. The look on Yoongi's face was odd, and Namjoon thought maybe Yoongi needed a talk more than he did but Yoongi just waved them off.
Frowning a little, Namjoon did get up and with Jin's hand in his own, he left the room. The last glimpse he had was Taehyung folded over Jimin's back and humping him wildly as Hoseok praised him for being a good boy.
"What's going on in that big sexy brain of yours?" Jin asked. Namjoon had pushed him down and straddled his lap, running his hands through Namjoon's hair. "You look constipated but I know that isn't possible, we did so much prep work for today and-:
"Am I a bad boyfriend?" Namjoon interrupted, because once Jin got on a tangent he was hard to distract. Jin's mouth clicked closed and he looked at Namjoon with a frown. "I love you, so much. I love everyone, but, I love you. But I fucked things up I think."
"In what way did you fuck anything up?" Jin asked, letting his hands slide down to settle on Namjoon's shoulder.
Letting his head fall back into the headboard, Namjoon looked up at the ceiling. "I don't think I love everyone enough. I think- sometimes I wonder if I don't love as much as everyone deserves and I'm fooling myself into thinking that this more than just sex."
It was a solid few seconds before Jin said anything, and those few seconds were hell. Did Jin agree with him? Was he upset that Namjoon had led him into this debacle and Jin had just humored him because Jin loved him enough to do this with him and now Namjoon was having second thoughts. Would Jin forgive him if that was the truth? Was it the truth? Or was Namjoon-
"Get out of your head for a second," Jin said, poking him in the stomach. "Look at me, look into my eyes and ask me if you think this is just sex."
Namjoon blinked and lowered his eyes to meet Jin's again. "With you of course not," he said, squeezing Jin's thighs. "You know I've always-"
"I'm not talking about me," Jin shook his head. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love Jimin. Tell me that if I said to you right now that you could never go on a museum date with Taehyung again that you'd be okay with that. That you and Hoseok could never go for a walk in the park holding hands. That you and Jungkook could never make out for hours ever again. Tell me that you don't love them enough."
Namjoon made a sound of discomfort at each of Jin's words, even opening his mouth to protest. He couldn't imagine any of that. He wanted to go to art museums with Taehyung, and hold hands with Hosek and kiss Jungkook. He wanted to give Jimin all the love he deserved.
"Of course I love them," Namjoon said finally. "It hurts to think about not being with them. But… am I doing enough?"
"We organized a sex marathon, how is that not enough?" Jin snorted, shaking his head. "It's never going to be perfect, you know? There's times where it's going to be hard, and stressful and some of us are going to have problems. But this was never supposed to be easy. No relationship is, whether it's two people or twenty. We're not all in this together just for sex Namjoon, if we were it would have shattered apart months ago."
"It almost did," Namjoon said. Only a day ago Jin was still so angry at Jimin that it had almost ended everything. He wouldn't have blamed Jin for wanting out, or any of them for that matter.
"But it didn't because once Jimin talked about what he did and he apologized then we figured out a way to work it out," Jin said softly, touching Namjoon's cheek. "You're not a bad boyfriend Namjoon. I wouldn't be here if you were, if I thought you were using this as an excuse just to have sex with all the gorgeous men in your life. You love so openly and unabashedly, it's why we work. You are the core, our center that keeps us all in balance."
Namjoon leaned into Jin's hand, unable to help the small smile at Jin's words. He had never seen himself that way. Sometimes he felt like he was hovering around the edges of Jin's orbit and Jin was the true center. Everyone loved Jin, how could they not? "What does it say when I think you're the center?" Namjoon said, earning a startled look from Jin.
"I think you're a little biased," Jin said, but his smile was cocky. "We spend the most time together because we live together. You harbored the biggest, fatest crush on me, and… we had a relationship that was just ours before I shared with the others. You're my center too, and I love we have a unique relationship. But I also have a unique relationship with Hoseok and Yoongi and the kids. You do too, and I love that. I love that we're all connected in our own ways."
Namjoon turned his head to nuzzle his nose into Jin's palm and kiss it slightly. He didn't know what to say, and it was hard to argue with Jin on a good day, but he was right. Of course Jin would say he was always right so Namjoon kept the thought to himself and closed his eyes. "I just don't know if I'm doing enough though, if I should try harder to be with everyone," he said finally.
"If you don't think you're doing enough, then do more," Jin said, stroking Namjoon's cheek with his thumb. "That doesn't make you a bad boyfriend, that makes you the best boyfriend we could ever ask for. That you think of us all the time like that, that makes me happy. You worry so much for us, and want us all to feel included. That to me says you are the best boyfriend, and I love you so much, and am so lucky."
"I'm lucky too," Namjoon said, looking up at him again. "I'm lucky I have you. I'm lucky you are so open to everything. I couldn't do this without, and I would never want to."
"Me either," Jin replied softly, leaning down to kiss him. Not the heated kinds of kisses that led to other things, but the reassuring kiss, the one that reminded Namjoon just how deep his feelings for Jin truly were. Jin would always be the center of his universe, even if he was pulled in other directions at any given moment. It wasn't that Jin was the only thing in his sky, it was that Jin was his guiding star, the one that centered him and helped him navigate.
"Wanna go back out and see how far they've progressed?" Jin asked a little while later, once Namjoon had his fill of comfort and kisses.
Namjoon wanted to say no and stay in this tiny bubble of Jin's attention, but he nodded and sat up. Yoongi's sanity was probably hanging on by a thread if he was still watching, and yeah Namjoon was a little worried about him. He knew Yoongi was having problems. Yoongi had said he'd talked about it with Hoseok and Jimin, but the fact that Yoongi was holding himself back from joining them had to mean something.
Helping Jin up, they walked back out to the living room. Taehyung had apparently finished as he was flopped over on his back and might have even been asleep by the way he wasn't moving. He was stretched out next to Hoseok and Jimin was running his hands slowly up and down the man's skin. The ears and tail were gone, but Namjoon wasn't completely sure what this was.
"You okay?" Namjoon asked Yoongi, sitting down next to him with Jin on his other side. Yoongi had an odd look to him, never taking his eyes off of Hoseok and Jimin.
"Fine, why?" Yoongi replied, glancing at him. "Do I not look okay?"
"Not really," Jin said, leaning over Namjoon's lap. "Why aren't you up there with them? I thought you said you talked?"
"We did," Yoongi nodded, turning his head back to the two on the bed. "But this isn't for me, right now. I'll join them in a bit."
"What do you mean this isn't for you?" Namjoon frowned. Jimin had moved to straddle Hoseok's thighs, but continued to lightly trace his fingers down Hoseok's chest and arms. Namjoon could see Hoseok was enjoying it, but it looked more relaxing than sexual.
"Something about the light touches makes Hoseok feel safe," Yoongi murmured quietly. "It's a sensory thing, Jimin will do this to him for hours. He'll come from it if they do it long enough."
"Wow," Jin intoned, leaning back and all three of them watched in awe. Namjoon didn't know if he could have the patience to do that like Jimin, just touching slowly and gently like that. His hands would have been wandering and he'd already be fucking Hoseok into the mattress. But there was a look of fondness on Jimin's face as he continued, and maybe he enjoyed doing this just as much as Hoseok enjoyed the feeling.
"This can't be that exciting on the stream though," Namjoon said, glancing at the feed. He leaned forward to look at the comments, and there were a mix of annoyed people and a few who thought it was nice.
Yoongi made a noise and got to his feet. "Alright, it's my turn," he said, stalking towards the bed. He stripped off his shirt before he came into frame, and Namjoon could see Jimin's look of surprise, but it was happy. He lifted a hand towards Yoongi and drew him in for a kiss.
"Finally ready?" Hoseok asked, sitting up.
"Been ready for a while, was enjoying the show," Yoongi said, moving to sit behind Hoseok and kiss his shoulder.
"That mean you ready for us?" Jimin asked, leaning over Hoseok's shoulder to kiss Yoongi lightly. "Hobi and I think we need to take care of you together."
"That so?" Yoongi smirked, and Namjoon knew that look well enough that he was nervous. He had no idea what Jimin and Hoseok had planned, and that was making Yoongi nervous.
Namjoon made himself comfortable, happy that Jin was nestled into his side and he could watch three of his boyfriends reaffirm their love for one another. It was a little odd for him, knowing that there was an issue between them but hadn't had any insight on what had happened between them. He wondered if there were other problems that he had no idea about, handled without sharing with the group.
Like Jimin had a problem with Jungkook, and that had been handled already. Did Namjoon know the details? No, and he was strangely okay with it. A few months ago he would probably have been trying to butt his way in and call a meeting to fix everything. But he had been more concerned with the greater problem that affected everyone this time. He hadn't even thought about Jimin's problem with Jungkook, he'd been too focused on Jin and then the stream.
Though in reality, Jin's problem had been between Jin and Jimin, and only tangentially having to do with him because of what Jimin had done. But he'd gotten in the middle of it, because it was Jin. Squeezing Jin's shoulder, he ignored the questioning look the other sent him.
At that moment, he was going to choose to focus on his three boyfriends on the bed. Taehyung had rolled off and staggered his way back to the bedrooms a little bit ago, probably to find Jungkook who would take care of him. That just left Hoseok who was laying down, Yoongi straddling his waist, and Jimin between both of their legs.
"Just relax Yoongi," Hoseok said, smiling up at Yoongi and cupping his cheeks in his hands. Hoseok's cock was already pressed into Yoongi, and Yoongi was trembling a little as Jimin was working his finger into his already stretched hole. "You okay? Need to stop?"
"I'm fine," Yoongi murmured, his eyes closed and his expression pinching slightly. It wasn't often he was between them, but it was needed, and if Yoongi hadn't wanted to he would have said so. Namjoon knew full well Yoongi couldn't be made to do anything (unless it was Jungkook asking).
Namjoon smirked a little as Jimin leaned himself onto Yoongi's back, whispering something in his ear. It was so low the microphone didn't pick it up, but whatever it was had Yoongi shuddering and leaning his head back onto Jimin's shoulder. By the way his jaw dropped open, Jimin was pressing another finger into him.
"Isn't he pretty? So pretty for us," Hoseok cooed, running his hand down Yoongi's chest. "You feel so good Yoongi, and so pretty. How lucky are we to have someone so pretty for us?"
"Fuck, shut up," Yoongi complained breathlessly. He complained, but his ears were turning red and Namjoon knew that was because he was embarrassed. His praise kink wasn't nearly as obvious as Jimin's, but Yoongi liked being told he was pretty, he liked being taken care of.
"Don't fight it, you know you're pretty," Jimin chuckled, working his fingers slowly in and out. Yoongi was breathing heavily, one hand pressed to Hoseok's belly to keep himself upright, and the other reaching back to cling to Jimin's hair. "So pretty and so tight."
"Just- just shut up and fuck me," Yoongi groaned, turning his head to smash his lips against Jimin's. As they kissed, Jimin pulled his fingers out and fumbled with the bottle of lube to slick himself up. He only broke away for a second so he could look down. Spreading Yoongi's ass cheeks a little and pushing Yoongi forward enough so he had a good angle, Jimin lifted his hips and slowly pushed himself in.
"Oh, shit," Jimin groaned, resting his head against Yoongi's as he inched his way in. It was slow, as it should be, and yet it was mesmerizing. Namjoon knew what it felt like to sink into Yoongi, feel how tight he was and hear his shuddering breath. There was something about how Yoongi would let you in, and trusted you to take care of him. It was the greatest feeling in the world, and Namjoon counted himself lucky he was one of the few Yoongi trusted.
"Hurry up, hurry up," Yoongi complained, leaning forward and down when Hoseok drew him down to kiss him.
"Don't be so impatient," Hoseok chuckled against his lips. "Jimin's gonna start, okay? He'll make you feel good."
Jimin sat back a little, his hands on Yoongi's hips and began to pull out and push back in, making small movements that had Yoongi whimpering and crying out. He looked so delicate like this, so fragile. All Namjoon wanted to do was take care of him, his hand clenching against Jin's shoulder.
"You want to join them?" Jin asked, squeezing his knee. "I can see that look in your eye."
"Going in there now would overwhelm Yoongi," Namjoon shook his head. "I can wait."
"You sure?" Jin chuckled, his hand sliding up Namjoon's thigh and squeezing. "You look like you're about two seconds from rutting against the air."
"You're not helping," Namjoon growled a little, but made no effort to stop him. He would have his turn, and reaffirm that he had made the right decisions to bring them here. Somehow, that needed to begin with Yoongi.
"I didn't realize I was supposed to be helping," Jin chuckled, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "Hard to ignore how good Yoongi looks like that huh? Stretched full, and crying out like that?"
It was. Yoongi was making little noises, whining and crying a little whenever Jimin bottomed out. They were going slow, less primal kind of fucking and more slow love making. It was sensual the way Jimin was moving, the slow roll of his hips. How Hoseok was comforting Yoongi with soft touches and whispered words of encouragement.
They were taking care of him, like Namjoon knew Yoongi needed. They all needed it, really. But Yoongi was plagued with doubts about who he was and their relationship. He needed to know how wanted and needed he was.
That wasn't any different from the rest of them though, was it? Each of them needed reassurance in their own individual ways, which meant Namjoon wasn't any different. He had his own insecurities, and thinking he wasn't a good boyfriend was one of them. Maybe they needed each other for that exact reason.
The rest of the world, even the others in the room were inconsequential to the three who were wrapped up in one another on the bed. It was slow, and sensual, and intimate. It kept Namjoon on edge, and Jin wasn't helping with the way he was squeezing Namjoon's leg every time there was a loud cry from Yoongi or Jimin. Especially as Jimin put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and was snapping his hips harder, chasing his end. Hoseok had come a while ago, just continuing to soothe Yoongi and keep him stable until Jimin was coming in Yoongi.
Between the two of them, Jimin and Hoseok lay Yoongi down on his back, Yoongi breathing heavily and his cock hard against his belly. He was whining, pawing at Jimin to help him and finish him off.
"Don't," Namjoon said, getting to his feet. Jimin and Hoseok backed off, smirking as Namjoon approached the bed, peeling off his shirt and his shorts. "Yoongi? How we doing?"
Yoongi made a noise, looking up at Namjoon from heavily lidded eyes. "They're blue balling me," Yoongi complained.
Smirking, Namjoon knelt down on the bed and crawled his way up to sit between Yoongi's legs. He could see where the come was leaking out of Yoongi, two loads worth. Growling a little under his breath, Namjoon leaned over him, kissing Yoongi lightly and hooking his hand under Yoongi's knee. "Want me to fuck you through it?" Namjoon asked and Yoongi nodded, hooking his other leg tiredly around Namjoon's hip.
There was something about sinking into Yoongi who had been fucked so thoroughly by two others, their come mixing together and squelching out around his dick when he bottomed out. It was a little disgusting, but also a little thrilling. As much as Yoongi seemed like he was tired, he'd still buck his hips a little to fuck himself down onto Namjoon's cock. He wanted to come, that was very obvious. Namjoon wouldn't drag it out, but he wasn't ready to come, or for Yoongi to come either.
"Hey, is there room for me?"
Namjoon blinked a little, pausing and looked up to see Jungkook, naked, standing over them. "Always," Namjoon said. "How do you want it Yoongi?"
Yoongi got up onto his elbows, looking between them. "I wanna fuck him," Yoongi said, pushing Namjoon back onto his ass and turning around. "Come here Kook, ass up."
Jungkook didn't even protest, dropping down in front of Yoongi and presenting his ass. Namjoon stroked his cock, watching Yoongi sink into Jungkook, who looked like he'd been well prepared already. "I didn't tell you to stop," Yoongi said over his shoulder, starting a slow but hard pace, snapping his hips into Jungkook's ass.
"Bossy," Namjoon said, sitting back up on his knees. It took a bit of maneuvering and keeping Yoongi still for a second before he could sink back in. Yoongi made a noise of contentment and went still. Namjoon knew Yoongi well enough he was expecting Namjoon to do the work, and he chuckled a little as he held Yoongi's hips and fucked into him. It was a much more punishing and hard pace than before. Yoongi had one hand on Jungkook's back and the other reaching behind to squeeze Namjoon's ass. He was louder than before, and everytime Namjoon fucked into him, he was fucking into Jungkook.
Of course, Jungkook wasn't going to just sit there, and was rocking his ass back into Yoongi. It was obvious Yoongi wasn't going to last long, and frankly neither was Namjoon. But that was okay, he was happy with this. He was happy because he got to kiss Yoongi, an arm around Yoongi's waist and whisper to him how much he loved Yoongi. Yoongi made a confused noise but nodded and whispered it back.
"Gonna come," Yoongi said, rubbing his cheek against Namjoon's jaw, his voice trembling a little.
"Yeah? Gonna come in him?" Namjoon asked, fucking into him harder to edge him closer. "Come in Jungkook, come on."
Yoongi whimpered, leaning forward to put his hands around Jungkook's neck, bearing down over him. Namjoon slowly pulled out and let Yoongi piston in and out of Jungkook, his hips stuttering until he was groaning. Namjoon smoothed a hand over Yoongi's back as he slowly stopped and rested against Jungkook's back.
"Good?" Namjoon asked and Yoongi hummed, nodding with his eyes closed. He helped Yoongi up, laying him down to the side and rubbing his leg. Yoongi looked happy, his smile was small but content.
"Okay, you gonna fuck me now?" Jungkook asked, still on his hands and knees. Namjoon had to laugh a little, patting Yoongi's thigh and scooting over to Jungkook.
"You're insatiable, you know that?" Namjoon said, swatting Jungkook's ass before fucking into him. He didn't take it slow, he knew Jungkook liked it hard, and could take it hard. Jungkook wailed, his head thrown back. Namjoon lifted his hand, curling his fingers into Jungkook's hair and held him in place, using it as leverage to fuck him as hard as he could.
"Shit."
Namjoon brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked over to see Taehyung and Jin standing over the bed. Jimin and Hoseok had taken their place on the couch, curled up together and watching with dark eyes. He wondered how long it would be before they tried to get in on this.
"Someone shut him up," Namjoon said, because Jungkook was making high pitched whining noises.
Taehyung grinned, immediately dropping down onto the bed and wiggling his way under Jungkook. Jungkook got the hint, leaning his head down to take Taehyung's dick in his mouth, though he was continuing to make noises because Taehyung was sucking his cock. It was probably one of the hottest things Namjoon had ever seen, and with Jin kneeling between Taehyung's legs, Namjoon already knew what was happening.
"Gonna fuck Tae?" Namjoon asked, smacking Jungkook's ass and smirking when the younger flinched and fucked down into Taehyung's mouth.
"Yeah," Jin chuckled, spreading Taehyung's legs. "This is new. Should try this more often."
"I'm sure there's plenty of things we need to try," Namjoon chuckled, looking down as he slowed down his thrusts. He could see the top of Taehyung's head when he pulled out, Taehyung's hand sneaking up to rub around Jungkook's abused rim. There was nothing hotter than this, couldn't be anything hotter than this.
"Oh, fuck." That was Taehyung, his other arm wrapping around Jungkook's thigh and Namjoon knew Jin had pushed his cock in.
"That is so fucking hot." Namjoon heard Jimin, who wasn't even trying to be quiet.
"It really is," Yoongi said, laying next to them still. He was stroking his cock and Namjoon didn't know how he had the stamina to get it up again already. They at least had a couple of hours to go, and if they all piled on they wouldn't make it, they wouldn't win.
But did that matter?
"Alright, I can't take it." That was Hoseok, and he got up, joining them and immediately kissing Jin. Jin never faltered in his thrusts, at least not until Hoseok was curling up around his back and shoving a finger in his ass. Jin gasped, and that had Taehyung cursing loudly under Jungkook.
Not one to be left out, Jimin was at Namjoon's side and was whining at him for attention. Namjoon didn't know who to focus on, because Jimin was pinching his nipples and Jungkook was eagerly fucking himself back on Namjoon again. It was a lot and Namjoon didn't want to come yet. Not when they were all there and even Yoongi was up again and kissing Jin while Hoseok started fucking Jin from behind.
"Shit, hold on Jimin," Namjoon groaned when Jimin pushed him off of Jungkook and was trying to straddle his waist. He was so on edge he was sure he was going to come in seconds. He needed two seconds to orient his brain and calm his dick down but Jimin ignored him, sliding down onto his dick.
"No, you hold on," Jimin said, immediately bouncing and Namjoon's eyes rolled up in the back of his head. He was not going to last, and maybe that was the point. He didn't need to hold on for hours if he didn't have to. So he wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist, rolled them over to press Jimin into the mattress and fucked him until he was coming.
"There's an hour left," Jin said when they were all piled together, sweaty and sticky and no one wanted to move.
"I can't get my dick up again," Hoseok said. He was curled up against Yoongi who was spooning Namjoon. Namjoon had Jimin laying on his chest and Jungkook on his other side. From where he was at, Namjoon wasn't sure how the others were curled together but he knew they were all there together.
"I can," Jungkook said, to the surprise of no one. "Or I can suck someone's dick. Does masturbating count? I can do that."
"I don't think it counts," Jin chuckled from somewhere. "We're exhausted, baby. I can't feel my toes."
"But-"
"I don't care about winning," Namjoon said finally. "It'd be great, but you know what, that's not why I wanted to do this."
"Oh?" Jimin sat up a little, looking at him. "Why?"
"I wanted us to be all together," Namjoon said, smiling up at him. "We hadn't been all of us in the same room for a while, and I felt like we were drifting apart. I mean, we had problems right? We had things going on between us that needed addressed. I- I was feeling like if we didn't fix it, then we wouldn't be together anymore."
"You really thought that?" Jungkook asked, his voice so quiet and his eyes looked so sad. "I love you, you know that."
"Of course, I know we all love each other," Namjoon said, petting Jungkook's hair. "I've never questioned that, it's- it's more like I thought I wasn't doing enough to be a good boyfriend for everyone. I thought I was failing you all, and I didn't deserve to-"
"Hey," Yoongi poked him in the ribs. "You aren't the only one who had doubts. We all have doubts about this working."
"Yeah, I have doubts, all the time," Taehyung said. "Sometimes I think Jungkook will hate me for getting him involved in this and will decide he doesn't want to be with us anymore."
"You think that?" Jungkook turned around, seeking Taehyung. "How could I ever hate you?"
"They're just doubts, and I know we've talked about this enough times that I don't let them get to me," Taehyun said. His head popped up over Hoseok and he leaned over him to kiss Jungkook. "That's the hardest part, ignoring the doubts and trusting that when we talk to each other, that we're honest about what we want and how we feel."
"As long as we talk, then we don't have anything to worry about," Hoseok said. "No one ever thought this was going to be perfect, Joon. We knew it was going to take a lot of work and talking and trusting each other. You trust us right? Because I trust you."
Namjoon looked around at those he could see, and he nodded, squeezing Jin's hand when it worked it's way into his own. "So, am I worrying over nothing?"
"I wouldn't say you're worrying over nothing, it's good to worry," Jimin said. "Means we take this seriously, and we don't take each other for granted."
"Even if sometimes I feel like I love Jin more than I should?" Namjoon asked. He could only look up at Jimin for this, Jimin was understanding. Jimin knew.
"We can't expect everyone to love each other the same," Yoongi said. "It's unfair, and will just lead to someone resenting each other. I had to learn that, and maybe you need to as well. We define what we mean to one another individually. So what, you and Jin have a connection we don't have. Just like Jungkook and Tae, and just like Jimin and Hoseok. But we still have our own connections to each other."
"Yeah, and doesn't mean we can't grow with each other," Jungkook said. "I'm connected to you, but I know it'll just get stronger. It doesn't have to be so much so quickly. You know?"
Namjoon's expression eased into a smile, and leaned over to kiss Jungkook's forehead. "You're right. How are you so wise so young?"
"I have six older boyfriends who have taught me well," Jungkook said, his nose scrunching up in amusement.
"Guess I have more to learn too then," Namjoon said, looking around. "I love you, all of you. If I don't tell you that often enough, I'm sorry. I'll do better from now on."
"Me too," Jimin said. "I think that's something we can all say we need to do better on. I want this to work, and I know you all want it to as well. We just have to do better."
That was true, they did need to do better. Namjoon had to do better and stop letting his doubts and insecurities sabotage what he had. He had a good thing here with these six people who he cared so much about. He would do better, because it was worth it. They were all worth it.
"Definitely need to do better," Hoseok said. "It's just too bad about the trip, would have been a great way to to really connect better."
"Oh, you know the other teams tapped out, right?" Taehyung said, sitting up. He visibly shrunk back at all the eyes and the shouts directed towards him. "Uh, yeah we won three hours ago. I thought everyone knew that."