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Jeongguk filled his glass for the fourth time that evening. 

He drank the soju in sips, like a dry red wine. He didn’t want to get tipsy too quickly, but they were still too much in the vanilla zone for him not to drain his shots in a two-minute time. And he would never lie to his friends about this; there was enough tmi already shared between them for doing such a thing.

“So, next one,” Taehyung announced, tapping his painted dark purple nails on the glass bottle. “Never have I ever… given or gotten head in public?”

They were playing that game Yoonji always talked about. It was the night of Jeongguk’s 28th birthday, and they were sitting in a circle on the carpet of Jimin and Jeongguk’s living room, six bottles already open and four stomachs full of take-away.

Yoonji drank from her glass, waiting a moment before starting to talk. Taehyung had given the rules – if you’re going to drink, you have to tell the story.

“Okay, so,” she licked her top lip, “Parking lot. Kinda cheap of me. And… received it in a cinema, I guess. There were like, two people in the theatre with us, though. But she was great.”

Jeongguk thought movie theatres were uncomfortable for head. “I’m kinda surprised you didn’t drink,” he remarked, glancing at Taehyung.

“Haven’t had the pleasure,” they answered, taking a hit from their vape pen. “What about you?”

“We were in a public park,” Jimin confessed after filling his glass. “At night.”

Yoonji raised their eyebrows. “Spooky.”

“More like chilly.”

“It was February.”

“You two are insane,” Taehyung whispered.

Jimin snorted, “Baby, we’re just starting.”

“My turn, my turn,” Yoonji said, straightening their back as well as they could. “Never have I ever tried double penetration.”

Jeongguk didn’t see a single finger move. No one drank, and he was still surprised about Taehyung.

“I wish,” he mumbled; by the side glance given to him, he knew Jimin had heard him.

“Honestly, I didn't expect this after all that talk, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoonji said. “Kinda disappointed.”

Jeongguk faked tears and a pouty lip while Jimin got his turn.

“Since you made me think about it,” he said, looking at Yoonji, “Never have I ever had a threesome? Or an orgy.”

Only Yoonji drank, which surprised none of them.

“Happened two times, but you already know about the last one. First… I was in my second year of uni, I think. Wasn’t out yet, they were two guys… won’t spit over it, but I wouldn’t do it again.”

Taehyung said they never had the chance.

Since Jimin wasn’t going to talk, Jeongguk decided to risk it. He was the birthday boy, after all. “We talked about it recently…” he blurted, glancing at Jimin from the corner of his eye.

Yoonji leaned forward with her chest, their black hair dipping in the shot glass. “You wanna tell me that five years of a happy monogamous relationship have finally gotten to you?”

“You wish,” Jimin smirked, nudging them with his foot. He was on the verge of laughter, as sometimes would happen when he suddenly got nervous. “It’s…” He searched for his boyfriend’s gaze, and Jeongguk could see the hesitation in his eyes. “Jeongguk-ah always wanted to try. I always wanted to try. So we thought… why not together, you know? It would be a cool experience to have, even as a couple.”

Jimin was on his third bottle. He drank like a champion, but you could hear the alcohol in the way his tongue got loose.

“Never have I ever…” Jeongguk whispered, creating suspense for a minute. Truth be told, he always made up his question on the spot. He saw Jimin lick his lips – second edgy signal – and it got to him. “Never have I ever come only from someone’s tongue.”

Taehyung felt the alcohol burn their throat. “Why would you ask a question you’re gonna drink to?” he asked, frowning, while Jimin and Jeongguk brought their glasses to their mouths.

Jeongguk pressed his lips together, his tongue clicking. He met Taehyung’s eyes. “‘Cause we know this game isn’t really about drinking, right?”

The air stilled for a minute, while no one found any point to argue. Taehyung’s eyes felt like hot coals on Jeongguk’s skin, and he was grateful for the interruption, coming in the form of Yoonji’s voice. She was talking directly to him.

“You gotta tell me how you do that. ‘Cause getting head never really did much to me, and I genuinely wanna know how people can enjoy it.”

Jeongguk wanted to laugh at the question – because he would have probably said the same, five years ago. “I was like you before meeting Jimin-hyung. I swear, it’s not bullshit,” he added at Yoonji’s dry gaze, “I never liked oral before, especially without fingers. It just wasn’t my thing. But hyung is just… talented, I guess.”

Jeongguk saw Yoonji sigh before feeling his head being turned to the side, his chin held between an index and a thumb. Jimin was smiling with his eyes, his long black hair falling over them. It tickled Jeongguk’s neck when Jimin tipped forward. 

“You praise me too much, baby,” he whispered in Jeongguk’s ear, his voice getting deeper as the night did so. He nipped his boyfriend’s earlobe and left a kiss on his cheek, trailing quickly to his mouth until their lips met in a tipsy motion. 

Jeongguk could have gotten drunk on it, the taste of spices still on Jimin’s tongue, until he felt a sting to his bottom lip and a shiver down his spine. Jimin had bitten his lip, his teeth dragging it with him, until he released it, a knowing smile painted on his face.

When Jeongguk blinked again, his weight shifting forward, Jimin had straightened his back, his legs crossed, and Taehyung’s pupils were blown wide as he asked the next question. “Never have I ever…” their Adam’s apple bobbed, “Come without being jerked off.”

Yoonji’s fingers were still; only Jeongguk brought the shot glass to his lips. He did so with defiance when he realized his boyfriend wasn’t going to do the same.

“Drink, you cheater.”

Jimin returned his gaze with confusion, only for it to clear up as his mouth opened and his eyes lit up. “That time didn’t count.”

“Oh, really?” Jeongguk asked, smirking. “In that case, let’s ask the jury. So, last spring–”

“Jeongguk–”

“Last spring,” Jeongguk remarked, “Jimin-hyung’s nipple piercings had just healed, so I decided it was time to test them out a little. I was just… you know, tugging, licking – whatever you do with nipples. I was straddling him on the couch, making out… some kisses on the neck. And you know how I am, I always get worked up easily. So I was moving my hips, rutting a bit… I was in my underwear and he was wearing sweatpants. And then I just felt this wet thing? I thought it was me, but… it wasn’t.”

Taehyung sighed, shaking their head, “Bro…” she raised her eyebrows, taking the vape between her fingers, “I’m sorry but you gotta drink. You basically creamed your pants.”

“Without basically,” Yoonji whispered.

Jimin huffed, rolling his eyes. He mouthed traitor to Taehyung and drank his shot in betrayal.

Seeing the opportunity, Jeongguk brushed his fingertips over Jimin’s nipples, making his whole body shiver, a few drops dribbling down his chin. “Told you it counted.”

Jimin’s lips were smiling, but his eyes were giving Jeongguk a hard look; as to say – be careful.

“Before we go to the next one,” Yoonji bumped in, fixing her fringe, “I’m interested in the neck part. How can just a few kisses and nipple play make you come like that?”

“It’s because our tough guy here is very sensitive,” Jeongguk smiled.

Jimin snorted, “When have I ever been a tough guy?”

“You can play the part well enough,” Jeongguk observed, leaning over Jimin’s shoulder. He smoothed over Jimin’s cheek with the back of his hand, Jimin’s eyelids blinking slowly. Closing his lips around Jimin’s jaw, Jeongguk nipped at the skin, leaving traces of his kisses down the column of his neck.

Locking gazes with Yoonji, Jeongguk whispered, “See how he gets?”

A hand closed in a fist, a light frown between his eyebrows, Jimin swallowed a moan and inched his fingers up Jeongguk’s back, closing his palm around his nape. Tugging his hair, Jimin made Jeongguk’s head turn until his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he whispered, so low that even Jeongguk struggled to hear it. His voice had an edge to it.

Jeongguk saw goosebumps bloom on his arms. He took a breath in, “Is that okay?” he asked back.

Pondering for a moment, Jimin released the grip on Jeongguk’s neck. He mumbled, “I’m in if they are,” leaving a soft kiss on the apple of Jeongguk’s cheek.

As he turned his head back to his friends, Jeongguk couldn’t help but notice Yoonji’s gaze, locked on the pink marks gently blooming on Jimin’s neck. She blinked twice when she caught Jeongguk watching her, but he only had a light smirk on his lips.

It was her turn.

“Never have I ever been pegged?”

Only Jimin drank. Courtesy of an ex-girlfriend.

“If I top hyung, does it count as pegging?” Jeongguk asked, bringing the soju to his lips.

Taehyung shook her head, smoking her vape pen, “I don’t think so. It’s man/woman, right? I don’t think it’s tied to genitals.”

“You think so?” Yoonji asked, draping their arm on a seat of the couch. Her fingers tapped on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I think it’s about the dynamics.”

Taehyung followed the movement of their hand. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know…” She wrapped her finger around a strand of his hair. “We’re both femme in different ways. But we’re not women or men. If I topped you, would you say that’s pegging?”

Taehyung inhaled through their teeth, their eyes glancing at the soft, glossy skin of Yoonji’s lips. “I don’t know.”

“Mmh,” she hummed, scratching Taehyung’s nape. “I’ll be waiting for feedback.”

Wrapping her hand around the soju bottle, Yoonji went back to the circle, leaving Taehyung blushing, their fingers picking at the carpet.

“Never have I ever,” Jimin picked the game back up. He could feel the energy shifting in the room. As if the lights had dimmed by themselves. “Never have I ever thought about fucking more than one person in this room.”

Yoonji’s eyes made Jeongguk’s skin sizzle as they shifted between him, Taehyung, and Jimin. Silence fell in the room for half a minute, and he found the courage to take his glass to his lips, looking each of them in the eyes as the alcohol slowly set in his stomach.

After a moment, Jimin brought his soju to his lips, tipping his head back and emptying the glass.

Taehyung did the same.

Wordlessly, Yoonji followed.

Maybe they had stepped over the line.

“Never have I ever,” Jeongguk tried to bring them back with a fun topic, “made someone squirt.”

He already knew one answer. Yoonji drank along with Jimin.

“How!?” Taehyung raised her voice, dropping her vape pen and pressing her fingers to her temples. They looked mildly upset. “I’ve been trying for years. How do you do that?”

Jimin snorted, a few drops of soju slipping out of his mouth. “What do you mean how?”

“Like, what did you do? What was the position? Did you use your fingers?”

Into another fit of nervous laughter, Jimin glanced at Jeongguk. “Well…”

Jeongguk nodded, smiling softly.

“I think it’s all in your head. Letting yourself get to that point. We were in, uhm… like, a leg press position?”

“What’s that?” Yoonji asked.

“Uhm…” Jimin frowned, searching for Jeongguk. Smirking, his boyfriend put his glass on the floor and laid back on the carpet, smiling at the surprise on Jimin’s face as he put his ankles on top of his shoulders.

“Oh, okay…” Yoonji mumbled around the rim of their glass.

“You’re flexible,” Taehyung whispered with a thick voice, taking a drag off his vape, eyes fixed on the angle of Jeongguk’s hips, the way his thighs pressed against Jimin.

Jeongguk threw his head back, smiling, “Thanks.” He looked up, seeing Jimin staring at him. “He was taking me like this,” Jeongguk said, brushing Jimin’s hair away from his eyes, his hand resting on his nape. “While I used a wand on myself.” He squeezed his neck twice. “Right, hyung?”

Quietly, Jimin nodded. Jeongguk was sure that Jimin wasn’t aware of the subtle rubbing his hips were doing against his crotch. So used to the movement, three bottles in.

Jeongguk found himself closing his eyes at one sharper, harder grind. Jimin’s chub rubbed over his dick, the soft fabric of their sweatpants doing little to conceal them.

His mouth opened in a silent moan, Jimin’s hands pressing around his waist, and as he blinked his eyes open, he caught Taehyung looking at them in a daze of arousal.

Her breathing was heavy, her eyes unfocused, lost somewhere around their thighs.

Without thinking it over, Jeongguk extended his arm towards her. The circle they formed was so small that his fingertips touched their knee.

The world shrunk around them as Jeongguk mouthed come here. Taehyung’s knee was scraped, her jean shorts barely covering it, the skin of their hand sweaty as they brushed Jeongguk’s palm.

Taehyung laid down on his stomach, the carpet softening the hit on his elbows.

Even though he could feel the heat of Jimin’s body over him, the heavy veil of thrill dawning around them, Jeongguk couldn’t get his eyes off Taehyung. He looked at him softly, reaching out and curling a piece of their hair around his finger. It went past his shoulder, tied in a ponytail barely held up by a hair band.

Jeongguk wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not when he felt Taehyung lean closer, the weight of her forearm on his bicep. Jimin shifted over him, but Jeongguk didn’t look. If he turned his head, if he shifted his gaze, everything would crumble down.

Swallowing heavily, he lifted his neck from the floor, straining it as his lips gently grazed Taehyung’s cheek. She closed her eyes, their lips parting.

Jeongguk breathed against their mouth, his eyes fixed on their cupid’s bow. With his heart in his throat, he brushed their nose tips together, feeling Taehyung’s palm wrap around his arm.

Closing his eyes, Jeongguk leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, Taehyung’s hand squeezing right above his elbow. Her tongue tasted like alcohol and a trace of mint from her vape pen.

Taehyung’s fingers carded through his hair, moving it away from his eyes as they deepened the kiss, their hot palms sticking to Jeongguk’s cheeks. Tipsy, Jeongguk ground his hips against nothing as Taehyung crowded him from the side, fingers pressing to the back of his neck.

Jimin wasn’t over him anymore. Jeongguk dared to open his eyes when Taehyung buried his head in the crook of his neck, momentarily lost in a kind of hunger that Jeongguk was familiar with – especially after his first puffs of testosterone.

Looking behind Taehyung’s shoulder, placing a soft kiss over it, Jeongguk saw Jimin scoot closer to Yoonji, their knees bumping together. Jimin’s cheeks were red from the soju and the tension, his hand shaking lightly as it rested on her thigh.

He heard them whisper in soft voices.

“What about you two?” Yoonji asked, eyes cast on Jimin’s hand, the circles he drew on their skin.

“We talked about it,” Jimin replied, soothing.

She looked up, glancing at him. “Is it okay?”

Jimin smiled gently, holding his hand still. “Yeah.”

Averting their gaze, Yoonji looked behind Jimin, locking eyes with Jeongguk. Feeling a shiver down his spine, Jeongguk wet his dry lips with his tongue. 

“We want it, if you want it too,” he croaked, feeling his heart beating faster. “I promise.”

Looking down at the carpet, Yoonji stilled for a moment, pressing her lips together. Jimin waited, his jaw slack, studying the movements of her hands. His shoulders slouched when her palm cupped his jaw, wide-eyed as they tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

Glancing to her right, Yoonji searched for Jeongguk’s hand, interlacing their fingers on the carpet as she moved closer to Jimin. She smiled gently, putting both of their palms over Jimin’s thigh.

Leaning away from Jeongguk’s neck, Taehyung turned their head and blinked once, finding Jeongguk looking somewhere with his mouth open.

He twisted his neck and watched with Jeongguk as Yoonji kissed Jimin on the corner of his mouth, a soft peck.

Jimin blinked, his teeth skimming over his bottom lip. Yoonji traced the skin with the tip of their tongue, smiling gently as she linked their lips, Jimin’s hold getting tighter around their leg.

Yoonji placed her hand on the side of Jimin’s neck, licking into his mouth as her legs shifted, straddling one of his thighs.

After a few moments, Jeongguk broke out of the trance and glanced at Taehyung, who looked equally hypnotized.

Without a word, Jeongguk followed as Taehyung gently pried their hands off his body, getting on their knees and crawling closer to the others.

Jeongguk felt himself sweat under his t-shirt, the hot simmer in his belly starting to grow, his neck pulsing.

Feeling the urge in his hands, he placed his palms on Yoonji’s hips, leaning his cheek on her back. She was warm, and her hair smelled like lavender and lemon, the scent of her conditioner.

As Yoonji nipped Jimin’s lip, Jeongguk pressed a trail of kisses up the column of their neck, feeling their head tip back when he caught their soft skin between his teeth. Yoonji rubbed their ass against him, slowly slipping off Jimin’s lap.
 
Jeongguk wrapped his arm around her middle, letting her tilt her head back and lean on his shoulder. He kissed her jaw while Taehyung took Yoonji’s place, straddling both of Jimin’s thighs and sitting down on his crotch.

They had kissed before. Jeongguk had seen them – even encouraged them to make out, on a night similar to this one. But Jimin had told him they had never done anything but clothed grinding, and Taehyung had palmed his dick over his pants, more than once.

So it was no surprise to Jeongguk watching Taehyung lock their lips with Jimin without shyness, their hips rocking over Jimin’s thighs is a slow, steady pace. Jimin held him by the waist, and his hands slowly dipped down, to the hem of his jeans, to the plump of his ass.

Jimin held them there and squeezed, grunting when Taehyung pulled his hair harder than he imagined.

Holding the hem of his t-shirt, Taehyung pulled Jimin’s top off his body, sinking her mouth on his torso. They mouthed at his pec, biting gently on the plump of it, under his nipple. Grounding their hips on his crotch, humping, Taehyung skimmed his side with the tip of his nose, lips grazing the skin.

Wrapping their hand around Jimin’s wrist, they moved his arm, draping it over their shoulder. Kissing the side of Jimin’s chest, they buried their nose in his armpit, taking his smell in as their hips circled over him, and Jimin’s fingers inched under their top.

Jeongguk knew how good Jimin smelled, even when he was sweaty. How it was stronger on his pits, under his ballsac. How nice it felt to get intoxicated by it, how easy to taste it on his tongue.

Jimin kissed the side of Taehyung’s neck as they mouthed at his pit, the hairs grazing their nose. Jeongguk followed his pace, squeezing Yoonji’s side as he kissed her clavicle. 

Blinking their eyes open, Yoonji took his cheek in their palm and leaned in with their lips, twisting her neck and kissing him, her mouth wet and hot. She ground her ass on his thighs, and he felt her neck pulse as he slipped his tongue in.

Jeongguk heard the sound of metal clicking on teeth. He knew that noise by heart – Jimin’s piercings. Taehyung closed his lips around Jimin’s nipple and tugged gently at the nub, licking over it with his tongue. Jimin moaned deeply, squeezing Taehyung’s ass from over their underwear, hands buried under their jeans.

Taehyung played with them for a while – alternating between the two, tonguing at them and nipping at the skin around the areola.

Jimin’s groans made Yoonji open her eyes, glancing at him. Giving a peck to Jeongguk’s lips, she slipped out of his hold and crawled to the other two, kneeling beside them.

Brushing her thumbs under their jaws, Yoonji waited for them to stop making out and softly took their chins in her hold. Both of them looked at her with wide eyes, lips swollen.

Without a word, she pecked Taehyung’s lips once – and Jeongguk realized at that moment that he had been the only one to kiss Taehyung for the first time, that night.

Giving her eyes to Jimin, Yoonji stared at him from above and tipped his head back, their gaze dark. Yoonji’s knee rubbed against his crotch, his bulge visible under his sweatpants. They licked his lips with the flat of their tongue, parting them.

Nipping at his bottom lip, Yoonji patted Jimin’s cheek with their palm twice – not a slap, more than a pet. Their tongues met, Yoonji’s fingers buried in Jimin’s hair. When their lips parted, Jimin’s jaw was slack, his eyes unfocused.

Yoonji smiled, pressing her thumb to his bottom lip.

Taehyung could only stare at them. Jeongguk was amused.

“He’s not used to that,” he smirked, unable to keep his eyes off Yoonji’s hold on his boyfriend.

Yoonji glanced at him, licking her lips. “I think he likes it.” She grinned, looking back towards Jimin, brushing her fingers under his chin and holding him in place. “Do you like it?” she asked, eyes piercing into him.

Swallowing, Jimin nodded, his gaze still lost in her.

“Good,” Yoonji whispered, locking their lips with his.

Jeongguk felt blood pump down under his belly, his dick pulsing at the sight of Taehyung palming themself over their shorts, the sound of tongues meeting and quiet moans.

Slipping their hand down Jimin’s chest, squeezing his side, Yoonji pressed their hand on the outline of Jimin’s dick, feeling up the length of it. Keeping him pinned to the front of the sofa, his nape on the cushion, she searched for his eyes and slid off his sweats and briefs after a nod of his head.

Moving her hand off herself, Taehyung crawled closer to them and laid down on the floor, on her stomach. Seeing them all together, Jeongguk woke up from his reverie and mimicked Taehyung, laying down next to them.

With Yoonji keeping a firm grip on Jimin’s hair, sitting next to him on the carpet, Taehyung draped himself over Jimin’s leg and bit down on his inner thigh. Jimin’s neck strained from Yoonji’s hold and the closeness of Taehyung’s lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed when Taehyung licked his foreskin with the tip of their tongue.

They pushed in, between the head and the uncut skin, circling it. It made saliva pool in Jeongguk’s mouth, making him crave to taste, to understand how it must feel to be in Jimin’s place. He straddled Jimin’s left leg to have something to grind against, his shoulder bumping with Taehyung’s.

As Taehyung played with Jimin’s foreskin, Jeongguk dipped down and buried his head between Jimin’s legs, faint sweat and the smell of his arousal. Breathing in, he mouthed at his ballsac, filling up his mouth with it. He rubbed his tongue on his palate and spit on it, making the slide smoother.

Tugging gently with his lips, Jeongguk looked up with his mouth full, only to see Jimin already staring at him, a soft frown on his forehead, his lips parted. Yoonji held his hands in their grip, their eyes trained on Taehyung’s lips, wrapped around the head of Jimin’s cock.

Knowing he had his attention, Jeongguk wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist while keeping the stare game with his boyfriend, inching up with his lips from his ballsac to the base of his dick, up the length, under the frenulum.

Smiling around the girth, Jeongguk glanced to the side and met Taehyung’s eyes, wide and glossy. He kept his gaze on them as his lips wrapped around Jimin’s tip, kissing it and taking it into his mouth, rubbing it on the inside of his cheek.

He parted his lips from it and sank his fingers in Taehyung’s hair, bringing him closer. Glancing at Jimin with a smirk on his lips, Jeongguk kissed his length while the push of his hand brought Taehyung to the other side of his dick, mouth dancing over the head of it.

Jeongguk tried to look at Taehyung, his eyes crossing from the closeness. He tilted his head back for a moment and tugged at Taehyung’s hair, pressing his palm around his nape and searching for his lips.

His cheek brushed against the side of Jimin’s dick, Taehyung’s swollen lips tasting like his boyfriend. He slipped his tongue in, moving closer to the tip while still keeping a hold on Taehyung. When he felt the right movement, he wrapped his lips around the head of Jimin’s cock, still kissing Taehyung on the other side.

He heard a soft fuck spoken above him and hummed back, his tongue meeting Taehyung’s and lapping at the pre-cum dripping from the tip.

The vibrations of his moan made Jimin shiver, and he heard the sound of mouths kissing, Jimin’s groans met by Yoonji’s tongue.

His hips rubbed harder against Jimin’s thigh when he heard Yoonji whispering to him.

“Look how hungry they are for you,” they said in a soft voice, their fingers scratching Jeongguk’s nape. Jeongguk leaned into the touch, letting Taehyung swallow around Jimin’s length. Taehyung’s nose brushed against his small hair, throat opening up for its girth.

Yoonji’s hand travelled around Jeongguk’s neck, stopping there, gently wrapped around. Jeongguk took Jimin’s balls back into his mouth, following Taehyung’s rhythm as they bobbed their head up and down.

“Want my lips on there, too?” he heard Yoonji say, too sweet.

Jimin mumbled a hoarse yes, nodding.

There was a smile in Yoonji’s next words. “We’ll see.”

Unable to resist it anymore, Jimin freed his hands from Yoonji’s grip and cupped their jaw, fingertips pushing under their ear as he pressed his mouth to their lips, opening up and slipping in, the wet sound of their tongues matching the swallowing around his cock, his soft thrusts inside the heat of Taehyung’s mouth.

Jeongguk pulled with his lips, drawing out another moan from Jimin’s throat. He filled up his cheeks until his nose pressed against Jimin’s skin, almost unable to breathe. He stayed there and smelled the scent of him, feeling him pulse inside his mouth.

He drew back when he felt himself getting dizzy, breathing in as he stared at Jimin’s crotch, coated in his spit. Taehyung’s mouth was still on the head, so he joined in and pressed their lips around it, tongues meeting over the frenulum.

Hearing the kissing sounds stop, Jeongguk dripped spit on the tip of Jimin’s dick only to watch Taehyung lap it up with her tongue. She circled it a few times, saliva mixing up with pre-cum.

When she was satisfied with it, Taehyung met Jeongguk’s eyes and glanced at his lips.

“Open,” they whispered, so close that Jeongguk felt their hot breath on his skin.

Jeongguk took his tongue out, the tip touching the head of Jimin’s cock. He felt himself clench when spit dribbled down from Taehyung’s lips to the flat of his tongue, and their lips met his own around the head, wet and messy.

“Shit…” he heard Yoonji say, palm pressing on Jeongguk’s nape.

Her voice made Jimin blink heavily, his legs trembling from the visual, the stimulation.

“Can…” he tried, only to choke on his own spit. The sound of him made Jeongguk stop, eyes glancing up. Jimin made a second attempt. “Can we move to the bedroom?”

Yoonji smirked, their eyes gleaming. “Can’t speak already?”

Pushing his tongue against the back of his teeth, Jimin clenched his jaw without replying.

“Uhm…” Jeongguk tried to turn away the attention. He sat up, his lips coated with spit. Palms gripping his thighs from the light tension, he tried to put his thoughts into words. “Look, if we want to go on, maybe let’s share if we have any hard nos. I don’t, but, you know, just to… ”

He wished he was good at dirty talking.

“I got some issues with penetration,” Yoonji spoke up, breaking the ice. Jeongguk was grateful for them. “Fingers are fine, but… I’m sticking to those, at least for today.”

Jeongguk hummed. He understood the feeling perfectly – especially before he started medically transitioning.

“It’s not a hard no, but…” Jimin cleared his throat, “It just… takes a while for me to relax after prepping. It’s a 50/50, sometimes I get really emotional, so… yeah.”

Feeling his chest warm up, Jeongguk rested his hand over Jimin’s knee, caressing him gently. He perfectly remembered how much time Jimin had taken before being comfortable with bottoming – and the tears he had cried during their first time.

His boyfriend sent him a soft smile, laying his palm on the back of his hand, brushing over it with his thumb.

“Wow,” Taehyung smiled, reaching for his vape pen and taking a drag in. “An abundance of tops. Outstanding for a group of queers.”

It made Jeongguk erupt in laughter, hitting the floor with his hand.

Coming down from the cackling, Jeongguk smiled widely. “Our fate’s sealed,” he joked, smirking at Taehyung.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Taehyung replied, taking another hit. “But, in case I topped…” Their gaze drifted from one pair of eyes to the other, “No masc terms.”

Jeongguk saluted them. It made Taehyung giggle.

“Also…” they continued, planting their feet on the floor and crouching, “I enjoy bottoming, but I didn’t clean. Can I use your stuff in the bathroom?” he asked, pointing lazily at the door.

“Sure,” Jimin nodded. “You know where it is.”

Standing up, Taehyung smiled. “I’ll be quick. You can go, don’t wait for me.”

“You sure?” Yoonji asked. 

“Yeah… it’s fine,” they waved their hand mid-air. “I’ll catch up.”

With their bare feet dragging on the parquet, Taehyung disappeared behind the closed door of the bathroom.

After a moment of stillness, Jeongguk kicked up his feet and stood up on the carpet. “Should we go?” he asked, extending two hands.

Smiling at his enthusiasm, Jimin pulled up the hem of his sweatpants and took Jeongguk’s hand in his hold, helping himself up.

Yoonji pushed herself up, fixing her hair.

While they walked through the corridor and into the bedroom, she asked Jeongguk, “Since I don’t have anything with me, can I use some of your stuff?”

Jeongguk nodded. “Like what?”

“I don’t know… strap?”

He smiled. “Sure.”

As they entered the room, Jeongguk crouched down and opened the last drawer of a dresser. He skimmed through the items quickly.

“Harness…” he mumbled, offering the strings to Yoonji. “Lube…” he threw the bottle on the bed, making it land on the foot of it. “And… which ones do you want?”

He showed off three different dildos – one thick and dark purple, another one as thick but longer, and a more realistic one.

“Mmh… it’s the same for me,” Yoonji weighed. 

“He wants the purple one,” Jimin interjected, sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard.

Jeongguk glanced at him, subtly rolling his eyes. “Mmh… maybe.”

“You do,” Jimin replied.

“Purple one for you and hot pink for Tae-yah?” Yoonji asked, nodding at the second dildo.

“Mmh…” Jeongguk smiled, closing the drawer. “Wanna see if she’s the size queen she claims to be.”

“Give them the realistic one for prep,” Jimin told Jeongguk, playing with the strings of his sweatpants.

Jeongguk stood up and reached the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He snorted, “I don’t think she’ll want to use that one as prep.”

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting to the side. “Why?”

Smiling, Jeongguk clicked his tongue. He licked his lips, nodding towards Jimin’s crotch.

Jimin’s eyes widened – as if everything had clicked in his mind only at that moment. “Oh…” he whispered, “right.”

Yoonji shuffled behind their backs. “These look clean but I’ll go wash them real quick, okay?”

Looking behind his shoulder, Jeongguk nodded, smiling at her.

When Yoonji walked out of the room, Jeongguk scooted closer to Jimin, sitting in front of him with his legs crossed.

“Hyung…” he whispered, searching for Jimin’s gaze. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jimin looked up from his lap. “Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah, I… I’m sure.” He was picking the skin off his cuticles, so Jeongguk took his hand in his hold, brushing its back softly. “I want this, it’s just… you know, we talked about this so many times, right?”

Jeongguk nodded.

“And now that it’s happening it’s…” he continued, “It feels kind of unreal? Like… like it’s not going to happen, but it is.”

“Right?” Jeongguk said, his eyes wide and sparkling. “For me, it’s the same. I’m a bit nervous, but… I mean, we’ve known each other for so long. I think it’s normal to feel a little nervous, right?”

“I guess?” Jimin smiled, chuckling. “Are we terrible at this? Is this how it’s supposed to go?”

Jeongguk’s eyes crinkled from laughter. “I don’t think there’s any right way to go about this.”

“Right…” Jimin sucked in a breath. “Right.” He squeezed Jeongguk’s hand back. “Maybe we just need to relax and…”

“Go with the flow?”

“Yeah,” Jimin replied, bringing a hand to Jeongguk’s cheek, stroking it gently.

Jeongguk nodded, leaning into the touch. He locked eyes with Jimin, “Wanna make out until they get back?”

“Mmh…” Jimin wrapped his arm around Jeongguk’s waist, bringing him closer, chests flush together. He glanced at his lips, giving them a peck. “I like this idea.”

Slotting his thigh between Jimin’s legs, Jeongguk let his body melt in Jimin’s hold, the familiarity of his touch, the licks of his tongue, the hold on his nape. He felt the press of Jimin’s pecs on his skin, the metal of his piercings.

Jeongguk raised his arms when he felt Jimin tug at the end of his t-shirt, taking it off and crumpling it on the floor.

Jimin’s palm pressed on his lower back, and he trailed kisses down the column of his neck, grinding when he felt Jimin squeeze his side, hand slipping down to his ass.

After a few minutes, they felt the mattress dip, Yoonji’s footsteps so quiet they hadn’t heard her come in.

“Hi,” she smiled, laying down next to Jeongguk. She had left the toys on the bedside table, clean and dry.

Jeongguk turned his head towards her, “Hey,” he smiled back, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“Tae’s almost done,” she said. “Five more minutes or something.” She eyed them curiously, lingering on their clavicles. “Should we get our clothes off? She’s already naked.”

“Mhm,” Jeongguk nodded, bringing her into the middle of their embrace. “Can I take your top off?”

Yoonji licked their lips, leaning forward towards him.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Jeongguk brushed the collar of their short-sleeved shirt and slowly undid the first button. He kept on until he reached the last one, and Jimin pecked the side of their neck.

He helped her get the shirt off, folding it in half and draping it on the back of a chair.

Yoonji was naked under their top.

Jeongguk swallowed audibly. “Are you sure you’re okay like this?” he whispered, glancing at their chest.

Yoonji nodded, “I should be.”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows worried. “I still have some tape laying around. Sure you don’t want it?”

They curled their fingers around his forearm. “I’m sure.” She gave him a close-lipped smile. “If I need it, I’ll ask you. Deal?”

Jeongguk nodded, his heart feeling more at peace. “Don’t hold back.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay…” he took a deep breath, his gaze falling on Yoonji’s pink nipples. “No-touch zone, or…”

“It’s fine,” Yoonji said, smiling with their eyes. “I don’t feel much… I’m kinda neutral about them. But if you like them, you can touch them.”

Licking his lips, Jeongguk brushed his fingers from her waist to her upper arm. Tentatively, he cupped one of their breasts, feeling up its softness. The whole of it fit in his hold, and as he locked eyes with Yoonji, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, squeezing gently with his hand.

A moan escaped from Yoonji’s mouth when Jimin latched his lips to their neck, suckling on the soft skin. Yoonji rubbed herself against Jimin’s leg, and Jeongguk parted their lips to dip down, his mouth on her chest as he took off her pants.

He tongued at their nipple, sucking on the bud. He craved to fill his mouth with the whole of it, wanted to know how she tasted.

When Yoonji turned her neck and had Jimin’s cheek in her hold, Jeongguk took that as an opportunity to get his pants off. He slipped down the bed for a moment, letting his sweatpants pool to the floor. On second thought, he removed his boxers too – they would have been gone soon enough.

As he struggled through his clothing, Jimin laid down on his back and brought Yoonji with him. Shifting, they straddled him, legs on both sides of his thighs. Their underwear rubbed against the bulge under Jimin’s sweatpants as their tongues met, and Jeongguk took it as his job to get them off of him with Yoonji’s help, tugging at the legs from the edge of the bed.

Yoonji backed up against him and let their underwear slid smoothly against the length of his dick, half-hard.

Parting their lips for a moment, Jimin asked, “Can I slap?”

Yoonji tugged on his hair. “Yeah.”

Squeezing both of her asscheeks, Jimin printed his palm on the right one, the hit echoing in the whole room.

“Fuck…” Jeongguk whispered, unable to keep his eyes off the way they rocked against one another. 

Crawling closer, he took hold of Yoonji’s asscheeks, playing with the plump of them. Gripping, he raised his palms and slapped both of them, the force of it making Yoonji grind harder against Jimin’s dick.

Jimin moaned roughly, thrusting up against Yoonji.

“Am I missing the party?”

Taehyung’s deep voice made their heads jerk, all turning towards the source, by the edge of the bed. In a beat, Taehyung splayed on the bed next to them, piling over Jeongguk.

The sudden weight pushed all the air out of Jeongguk’s lungs, his arms wrapping around Taehyung’s middle.

Yoonji glanced behind her shoulder. “We were waiting for you,” she said, petting Taehyung’s hair.

“Mhm…” Taehyung hummed, turning his head toward Jimin, his nose brushing against his shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, leaving a peck close to his clavicle.

Jimin met their eyes, his palm resting over their jaw. “If you use that voice…” he mumbled, glancing at their lips.

Taehyung smirked, holding their breath. “Which voice?”

Rough, Jeongguk thought. Husky. Just how Jimin liked it.

The grip around Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “You know damn well.”

Jeongguk felt Jimin’s hand brush his fingers as it squeezed Taehyung’s waist.

“Why?” Taehyung asked. Foreheads touching, they licked Jimin’s lips with the tip of their tongue. Jimin opened his mouth. “Wanna ruin my throat? Make it even deeper?”

Taehyung was used to speaking with their head voice whenever they were out – couldn’t start any hormone therapy yet, and sometimes dysphoria hit hard. But every time they were in private, or they were startled or relaxed, their voice dropped to its default tone. They had no fear of misgendering when it was just them four.

Jimin pushed his thumb to the centre of their bottom lip. “What if I wanted to?” he replied in that same hoarse tone.

Licking the pad of his finger, Taehyung wrapped their lips around it, sucking the first knuckle into their mouth. They wet it with their spit, keeping their eyes on Jimin until Yoonji pressed her thumb to their mouth, pushing in to slip next to Jimin.

Yoonji pressed on their tongue, rolling down their hips against Jimin’s bulge. Jimin groaned at the touch, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Tae-yah…” Yoonji called them, waiting for them to meet their gaze. “Wanna watch you suck him off.” They smiled, glancing to their left. “I think Jeongguk-ah wants it too.”

Jeongguk nodded, unable to speak, feeling himself get wet between his legs.

Getting off Jimin’s lap, Yoonji laid on the bed next to Jeongguk, bringing him close and making his head rest on her shoulder.

Taking the chance, Taehyung took her place and latched their mouth to Jimin’s piercing, tugging at his nipple as they ground their hips over his crotch. Taehyung’s length was soft but bare, and Jimin cupped their ass with his palms.

“I won’t tease this time,” Taehyung mumbled as his teeth left a mark on Jimin’s inner thigh.

Watching the scene, Jeongguk blinked heavily when he felt a gentle touch right around his dick. Yoonji’s pads pressed lightly under the tip, moving in small circles.

“You got big,” they whispered in his ear, glancing down.

“Ah… yeah,” Jeongguk blushed, mouth opening from the pleasure. “I guess it is.”

Smiling from the corner of her mouth, Yoonji took hold of her waistband and slipped off her underwear in one swift motion. “Look…” she said, making Jeongguk’s head turn. “It’s way bigger.”

Yoonji’s bush covered her, so she pushed two fingers down her labia and parted them, showing off their clit. As pink as their nipples.

Jeongguk wanted to feel it under his fingers, but Yoonji stopped his hand before it could reach their thigh. “Not yet,” she whispered. “Later. Let’s watch them.”

Pouting slightly, Jeongguk laid his head on Yoonji’s shoulder and let himself relax against her, watching. Jimin’s boxers had been discarded on the floor and Taehyung had their nose deep in his small hairs, lips stretched around the girth of his cock.

Yoonji teased his dick with their fingers, gathering a bit of wet from his hole and coating him with it. “Look how good they take it,” she whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “You take dick that well too, Jeongguk-ah?” They mouthed at his neck, sucking under their jaw while Taehyung hollowed their cheeks around Jimin’s length. “Will take me inside too, later?”

Swallowing heavily, Jeongguk nodded, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s throat. His mouth gaped, eyes closed, when Yoonji pushed two fingers inside him, so wet already she met no resistance.

“Look at you…” she whispered. “Won’t even use lube.”

Jeongguk had no force to argue with them as Yoonji pressed the base of their palm over his dick, rubbing the pads of their fingers over his g-spot.

“You get pliant so easily,” she said sweetly. Keeping her pace, Yoonji watched Jimin’s hard length flop against his belly, Taehyung mouthing at his ballsac.

“Tae-yah…” she called, and he glanced up at her. “I think it looks good. Doesn’t it?” Jimin looked at her, frowning lightly. “Come here,” she prompted them, holding Jeongguk closer to her.

With his belly on the mattress, Taehyung pushed himself on his elbows and slipped between Jeongguk’s legs, hands over his knees. 

Taehyung locked eyes with Jeongguk as he mouthed at his inner thighs, a smile playing on their lips.

“Want his mouth on your dick?” Yoonji whispered.

Inhaling sharply, Jeongguk nodded twice.

Parting his folds with their fingers, Taehyung licked the head of his dick and sucked it gently into their mouth. Their nose pressed against him, and Jeongguk felt the flat of their tongue graze his whole length, the tease of a finger close to his entrance.

Shifting on the mattress, Jimin laid down next to Jeongguk, joining Yoonji as a viewer.

He moved a piece of hair from his boyfriend’s face, tucking it behind his ear.

Blinking slowly, Jeongguk turned his head and felt Jimin’s nose brush his cheek.

“Okay?” Jimin asked quietly.

Smiling softly, Jeongguk kissed his lips, mouth open. “More than okay.” He nibbled at his bottom lip. “You?”

Nodding, Jimin teased his lips with his tongue, slipping in when Jeongguk moaned from the pleasure of Taehyung’s mouth.

Glancing up at her, Jimin wrapped his hand around Yoonji’s wrist and brought her down to join their kissing. She fit perfectly between their bodies, soft thighs perfect for gripping.

Jeongguk felt his legs tremble from Taehyung’s tongue, clenching around two of their fingers as Yoonji kissed his lips.

“What if your boyfriend shows us how he fucks you, mhm?” she mumbled in his ear, nipping at his lobe. “Birthday boy gets the first piece.”

Smiling, Jeongguk threw his head back, his whole body shaking from laughter and arousal. His eyes lingered on each one of them as he asked, “You sure?”

Nodding, Taehyung crawled up on the bed, resting half on Jeongguk’s lap, and half on Yoonji’s.

“Prep me for later?” he asked looking at her.

She caressed his cheek. “Didn’t you do that already?”

“Mhm…” they hummed, brushing their lips against her thumb. “Not thorough.”

Smirking, Yoonji brought Taehyung onto their lap, his legs on both sides of their legs.

“Turn around,” Yoonji told them, hands firm around their waist as they made them sit on their thighs.

“I’m heavy,” Taehyung protested, Yoonji’s arms strong around his middle.

“Ssh…” Yoonji silenced them. “Don’t worry. I like it.”

As Jeongguk straddled Jimin’s thighs, he watched the smile on Yoonji’s face widen as Taehyung slowly relaxed in their lap, crushing them against the headboard.

Pressing their lips together, Yoonji wrapped their hand around Taehyung’s length, teasing them at the tip. They moved in slow, tight circles, and Jeongguk pressed his own dick against the base of Jimin’s cock, grinding on him. 

Gripping his waist, Jimin thrust his hips up, Jeongguk’s folds sliding up and down his length.

The head brushed against his entrance, and Jeongguk pressed down, his dick completely hard.

“Can I go?” he asked, meeting his boyfriend’s eyes. Jimin looked already fucked out.

“Yeah,” he breathed, pupils blown.

Raising his hips, Jeongguk let the head of Jimin’s dick brush against his hole, sliding up and down, up and down – until it slid inside. He felt his hole stretch around the girth. So used to it, never enough of it.

“Fuck…” he heard Yoonji say, and Jeongguk looked up at her as Jimin slipped all the way in.

Taehyung was sucking on two of her fingers, eyes trained on Jimin’s crotch, hole opened up around her knuckle. She played with their rim, pads tapping over it, lube squelching.

Jeongguk lifted his ass and slipped back down, hips moving in small circles. He rubbed his thumb against Jimin’s nipple, making him moan as he squeezed his pec with his palm.

Jimin slid his hands down, from his waist to his asscheeks. He parted them, squeezing and releasing. 

Balancing himself, Jeongguk leaned in and watched as Taehyung repositioned himself on the bed, laying on his stomach.

Yoonji straddled his legs, hands on his ass, fingers wet. They played with his rim for a moment, until they slipped two of their fingers inside, no resistance.

Taehyung met Jeongguk’s eyes, mouth gaping as Yoonji lapped at his hole, licking his rim with the flat of their tongue.

“Fuck…” Taehyung moaned, slipping up the mattress. 

Jimin spat on his palm and slid two fingers around Jeongguk’s cock, jerking him off as Jeongguk backed up against his dick.

He knew how to move, and it sent Jeongguk close to his high way earlier than he expected.

Feeling his thighs shake from the strain, Jeongguk let himself drape over Jimin’s chest and buried his nose in the crook of his neck, mouthing at his jaw as Jimin planted his feet on the bed. 

He felt a warm mouth on his nape as Jimin thrust slowly inside him, letting him feel every inch of his dick. Taehyung nipped at his earlobe, and Jeongguk hummed in pleasure, his cock rubbing against Jimin’s belly.

Turning his head, Jeongguk felt Taehyung slip their tongue inside his mouth, holding his cheeks in their palms. Jeongguk met them back, eyes rolling at the back of his head as Jimin fucked into him, his balls slapping against his ass.

Gripping his hair, Jeongguk brought Jimin into the kiss, lips meeting messily, noses bumping, and as Taehyung licked into Jimin’s mouth, he asked himself why he had never done this before.

With Jimin’s palms slapping his ass, and Taehyung’s teeth nipping his neck, Jeongguk felt himself nearing his first peak.

But he didn’t want to come yet.

No.

He wanted to edge himself.

Holding Taehyung by the nape, he kissed his lips with his mouth open, pecking his bottom lip as he said, “Your turn?”

Blinking slowly, Taehyung searched for his eyes, jaw slack.

“Really?” they asked, voice hoarse.

Jeongguk smiled. “Yeah.” He turned his head, glancing at Jimin. “Okay?”

Slowing down, Jimin frowned lightly, tilting his head.

“Switch?” Jeongguk smirked.

He watched Jimin’s gaze drift towards Taehyung, lips parted.

Taehyung smiled sweetly. “I’m ready.” He held himself up on his elbows. Their hair covered part of their eyes, a thin veil of sweat on their forehead. Jeongguk studied the slope of their nose, the shape of their lips, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe their beauty.

He wondered how it would feel to slip inside Taehyung, watching their face morph in pleasure as his dick rubbed against their walls. Feel them clench around him, all the blood going straight to the head of his cock.

Leaving a kiss on Jeongguk’s shoulder, Taehyung climbed over him and laid down next to him, their back to the mattress. Switching positions, Jimin slipped his legs between Taehyung’s, pushing and holding himself up by the elbows.

Curling up close to Yoonji’s stomach, Jeongguk watched Jimin roll his hips against Taehyung, his dick still wet.

Taehyung’s gaze pierced through him, their hands buried in his hair.

“Condom?” Jimin asked, shoulders tense.

Taehyung grinned. “Fuck, no.” He tugged on a few strands, bringing Jimin closer. “You want it?”

They’d gone all together to get their check-ups done three weeks prior. All negative.

Smiling, Jimin shook his head.

Taehyung turned towards Jeongguk. Wide-eyed, he asked, “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk heard Yoonji say.

He nodded, eyes fixed on Jimin’s bulging thighs.

Taehyung’s dick was half-hard as it rubbed against Jimin’s lower stomach. Palm wet with spit, Jimin pushed two fingers inside their hole, feeling it clench around them. His fingers were thicker than Yoonji’s, and Taehyung closed their eyes as Jimin pushed their thigh closer to their shoulder.

On his knees, Jimin pumped himself for a moment, eyes trained on the small gape of Taehyung’s hole, legs open and waiting.

Breathing heavily, Jimin teased Taehyung’s hole with the tip of his cock, smiling as it clenched and relaxed around nothing. Without warning, he slipped the head inside and felt the rim close around him, Taehyung’s air pushed out of their lungs.

“Fuck…” Taehyung moaned, head tipped back.

Jimin rolled his hips slowly, letting Taehyung adjust to the girth.

Jeongguk felt his heart in his throat as Jimin locked gazes with him, his hole clenching when Jimin slipped further inside, balls hanging heavy.

He gulped when Taehyung, eyes half closed, took his palm in their hold and put it right over Jimin’s hand, resting on the back of Taehyung’s thigh.

Still looking at him, Jimin interlaced their fingers over Taehyung’s skin, closing his eyes only when Taehyung clenched hard around his dick.

Jeongguk could see the light frown on Taehyung’s forehead, the stiffness of their legs. Crouching close to her, Jeongguk petted her hair and joined their lips together in a soft kiss. As Jimin soothed them, rubbing up and down their sides, Jeongguk wrapped his hand around their length, tugging slowly.

“You’re doing well,” he whispered. He gathered a bit of wet from his hole, coating his hand with it and circling his palm around Taehyung’s tip. “I know it’s a lot. But it’ll feel real good, I promise.”

Yoonji brushed Taehyung’s hair with her fingers, making them relax under their touch. Jeongguk kept the slow, wet movements of his hand, matching Jimin’s tempo until he buried himself deep, stilling for a moment.

Dribbling spit on the head of Taehyung’s cock, Jeongguk mouthed at the tip with slick lips, playing with the stretching foreskin. He tongued at the length, taking it into his mouth and slowly bobbing his head up and down, feeling Taehyung grow harder inside him.

Messing up his cheek with spit, Jeongguk trailed kisses up the length, and down to their balls. Blinking, he gazed up and met eyes with his boyfriend, who stared at him with a gaping mouth.

Jimin rolled his hips slowly, letting the rim clench around his head and burying himself back in. A thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, hair pushed back. His abs were flexed, the skin around his tattoos red from marks and teeth.

“You look really hot right now,” Jeongguk whispered, his lips on the head of Taehyung’s dick.

Jimin smirked, hands gripping Taehyung’s hips. “You look hot.”

Yearning for more, riding the wave, Jeongguk pushed himself up on his knees and wrapped his palms around Jimin’s neck, pushing his thumbs behind his ears, trying to ignore the heat in his stomach as he pushed his tongue inside his mouth, feeling shivers down his legs.

He craved more, but he pushed back and let himself hit the mattress once again, laying down next to Yoonji. He wanted to let them have their moment – didn’t matter they were doing this all together. It felt right to let them have it.

“Come here,” he heard Yoonji mumble, their arm curling around his waist. Jeongguk rested his head on the pillow, her hand skirting around his bush.

Spit-slick fingers rubbed up and down his dick, her mouth latched to his neck. She kissed down his clavicle as her fingers slipped inside him, mouthing at his pec. The scars on the underside were still red, his not-so-sensitive nipples completely numb after the surgery. But it was a nice feeling – and a great view. Yoonji’s hair fell over their eyes, and he pushed it back with his palm as they nipped at his sides.

Stretching her arm toward the edge of the bed, Yoonji took hold of the purple dildo and the bottle of lube. She squirted a pump on her palm, coating the length of the silicone.

She pushed herself back on the mattress, laying on her side next to Jeongguk. One of his legs rested on their thigh, pushed up.

Yoonji pressed their lips together in a hot kiss as they brushed the head up and down Jeongguk’s hole and pushed inside, the dildo getting sucked in without resistance. Jeongguk moaned into her mouth, his hand gripping their side, their breast.

The heel of their hand pressed against his dick as they thrust the dildo in and out, feeling it squelch from how wet Jeongguk was.

“How does it feel to see your boyfriend fuck someone else?” Yoonji whispered softly in his ear.

Taehyung’s moans echoed in the bedroom as Jimin folded them in half, one leg on his shoulder, hips speeding up. They looked blissed out, eyes closed, their dick hard against their stomach.

“It’s…” Jeongguk tried, choking on a whimper as Yoonji closed their fingers around his dick with their free hand. “It’s… happiness, I guess?” As he looked at them, he found himself smiling, shoulders relaxing as Yoonji pumped faster into him. “Like I’m happy to know they’re feeling pleasure. And I know how it feels to be there, how good it is. It…” he paused for a moment as Yoonji breathed hotly in his ear, nipping at his lobe. “It makes me think about all the times we talked about it together,” he said, eyes drifting towards Jimin. “And now it’s happening, and it’s better than I imagined.”

Yoonji kissed the smile stretching on Jeongguk’s lips. “I think that’s called compersion.”

Jeongguk frowned lightly. “Compersion?”

Yoonji hummed, circling faster around Jeongguk’s dick. “Yeah.”

He did feel joy at seeing them so close. Watching Jimin like this, distant but close, gave his head a new set of visuals to keep in store. His toned muscles, his plump ass, his balls slapping against skin, his ruffled hair, his wet lips.

And Taehyung.

Taehyung was everything he dreamed of.

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered, making sure only Yoonji could hear him.

Slowing down, feeling the heaviness in his voice, Yoonji made the dildo slip out, laying it over a small towel. They kept massaging around his cock, lips to his ear.

“What is it?” she spoke quietly.

He swallowed heavily, feeling his legs tingle. “I…” he pressed his lips to Yoonji’s jaw. “I’m afraid it will sound bad, but… I know you get me.”

“Even if it was, I wouldn’t judge.”

Jeongguk smiled half-heartedly. “I know.” He pressed closer to Yoonji, feeling her arm around his middle. “Well, I… I like to watch because,” he felt his throat close up, “because she looks…” his eyes drifted to Taehyung, “their body is how I’d want to look if I could. But I can’t.” He felt Yoonji’s fingers still. “I know they have issues with their body, that’s why I feel bad, but… it’s…”

“Imagining doesn’t hurt anybody,” he heard Yoonji say, interrupting him gently. “I get you,” they continued. “Tae-yah probably thinks the same. If it makes you feel good, and it doesn’t hurt them, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

Jeongguk looked at them with glassy eyes. “Really?”

Yoonji smiled. “Of course, Jeongguk-ah…” she pecked his lips softly. “Of course.”

They kissed for a long time – until his lips hurt. 

Until he had forgotten, had prevented a wave of dysphoria to wash over him.

When he felt the heat come back, his leg draped over Yoonji’s thighs, Yoonji reached towards the bedside table, for a plug they had picked among Jeongguk’s choices.

Her hand coated in lube, she circled Jeongguk’s rim with her fingerpads. Jeongguk was used to the stretch – had opened himself up around that purple dildo the day before. So his rim had no trouble adjusting to one finger, and another one after a couple of minutes.

“Will you be good,” Yoonji asked him as the wet tip of the plug pressed inside him, “and touch yourself while I join them? Mhm?”

Yoonji’s gaze pinned him to the mattress, the push around his rim making the plug slip in. It didn’t go deep – but the girth was larger than three of his own fingers.

He nodded.

“Good,” she smiled, pecking his lips. “Don’t come. If you get close, slow down. Okay?”

Another nod.

Crawling on the mattress, Yoonji straddled Taehyung’s waist and lowered down on the mattress, mouthing at Taehyung’s neck. She kissed her slowly, her mouth open, licking the tip of her tongue. They rolled their hips over Taehyung’s abs, their labia grinding on the sweaty skin.

Taehyung’s hands gripped their ass as Jimin thrust harder inside Taehyung, his chest brushing against Yoonji’s back.

Switching positions, Yoonji turned around, and Taehyung made sure that their ass sat down right in his face. Playing with the plump of their asscheeks, Taehyung lapped at Yoonji’s clit as they wrapped a hand around his length, giving it a few pumps.

As Jeongguk pushed against the back of his plug, he asked himself how could Taehyung breathe with their nose pressed to her ass. They took no break – eating them out until Yoonji caved in and laid down on Taehyung’s chest.

They mouthed lazily at her dick, sucking the head in their mouth and keeping it wet.

With their cheek full, Yoonji gazed down at Jeongguk, jerking himself off as his eyes drifted from Taehyung’s mouth, their length, and Jimin.

“Come here,” she whispered, her lips slick with precome.

Feeling the blood pump down, Jeongguk scooted closer and followed Yoonji’s hands as they brought him in for another kiss.

With their arms wrapped around his neck, a smile blooming on their face, they called, “Tae-yah?”

He was still eating them out.

“Mhm.”

The vibrations made their legs tremble.

“You close?”

Their cock was flushed a deep pink.

“Kinda.”

“Mhm…” Yoonji hummed, handling Jeongguk and making him straddle Taehyung. “Want a treat?”

Jeongguk felt hot, familiar lips kiss down the column of his neck. Jimin wrapped an arm around his waist, Jeongguk’s back to his chest.

“A treat?” he heard Taehyung mumble – their voice sounded so distant.

Jeongguk felt himself melt against Jimin’s chest as Yoonji took Taehyung’s length in their palm. He closed his eyes, Jimin’s heavy pants in his ears, the smell of him making him ecstatic.

Blissed out, he let a moan escape his mouth when he felt a light slap hit his face.

Yoonji looked at him. Glanced at the dick in their hand.

Sit.

Jeongguk gulped.

His mind was slowly melting away – dropping into a state of rapture, wanting to feel everything at the same time.

Mouthing at his jaw, Jimin gripped his hips harder and guided him up, hovering over Taehyung’s length. Yoonji kept it in place, Jeongguk’s arms still wrapped around her neck.

She gave him a signal with her head.

Inhaling, Jeongguk let Jimin’s hand guide him down, until the tip slipped inside him, and the whole length right after.

“Oh my fucking god,” Taehyung moaned deeply as Jeongguk’s walls wrapped around their dick, and Jimin’s cock thrust inside them, rubbing against their prostate.

Jeongguk closed his eyes again, neck twisting and resting against Jimin’s shoulder, and he let himself get rocked into that rhythm, Jimin’s fingers leaving prints on his waist.

Jimin searched for his lips, tongue licking into his mouth as his thrusts grew more frantic, and Jeongguk bounced up and down with his hips, keeping the pace.

“Look at you.”

It was Yoonji’s voice. Her hand was buried in Jimin’s hair.

“Sometimes it’s all you’re good for, huh?” Jeongguk heard her say, her eyes piercing through his boyfriend’s face. “You never stop. Keep pumping into him like that, pace like a fucking machine.”

Jeongguk felt his hips getting squeezed harder, Jimin biting down on his shoulder.

Yoonji was final.

“Nothing but a fucking machine.”

Groaning deep from his chest, Jimin leaned forward and gripped Taehyung’s hips with all his force, bringing Jeongguk down with him.

Taehyung moaned obscenely, their voice up to a high pitch, and Jeongguk tried his best to clench down just as Yoonji twisted their nipples.

“Fuck, I’m…” Taehyung babbled, Yoonji’s ass still rubbing close to her face. “Can I…”

Yoonji grinned, and it reached her eyes. “Can she?”

She was looking at Jeongguk.

Fuck.

“Yeah,” he moaned airily, Taehyung’s cock filling him up perfectly.

Feeling hands on his hips once again, Jeongguk let himself be handled as Jimin made him bounce up and down Taehyung’s length, Taehyung thrusting inside him at a faster and faster speed, until their whole core shook, hips moving frantically and stopping all at once as the high hit them, spilling come inside Jeongguk.

Jeongguk breathed deeply as he felt warmth filling him up from inside, moulding against Jimin’s chest.

He loved getting cummed on. On his face. In his mouth. On his ass. Inside his ass.

Taehyung hissed when Jimin slowly slipped out of him, too sensitive to keep fucking after his orgasm.

Jeongguk collapsed on the bed a few moments later, stomach on the mattress as his eyes closed, feeling the come squelch inside him.

Before he could bat an eye, he felt strong hands part his asscheeks and a tongue buried inside his hole, lapping up all the come dripping out of him.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he heard Taehyung whisper, blinking his heavy eyelids to see them lying next to him in the same position.

Jimin licked into his hole, nose pressing under his rim, and Jeongguk wanted to fuck back against his face – but his legs held no force.

He heard Taehyung hiss as Yoonji mimicked Jimin’s position, kneeling between their legs.

She played with their rim, puffy and sensitive. Gave it a lick with the flat of her tongue.

“You gape real pretty,” she said softly.

It made Taehyung blush, arms covering up their face.

“Ah,” they sighed, “I need a break.”

Taehyung curled herself up in a corner of the bed, head on the pillow. She closed her eyes, hair covering up her face.

Jeongguk was looking at her when he felt two hands hold his hips, rolling him on his back.

Jimin hovered over him, hair a mess, lips wet with spit, come, and lube.

He straddled his thighs, pushing his thumb between Jeongguk’s lips. Slowly, Jeongguk opened his mouth, letting Jimin press his fingerpad against his tongue.

Gazing at him, Jimin kept his mouth open as he made something dribble from his lips.

Jeongguk felt it land on his tongue, tasting salt and bitterness.

Tasting come.

“Fuck…” he heard Yoonji mumble.

Jimin licked into his mouth, making sure that he swallowed all of that – the same come that had been inside him.

The hard grip around his jaw didn’t let him close his mouth, not even when Jimin reached out toward Yoonji, bringing her down with them.

She laid down next to Jeongguk, one of Jimin’s knees between her legs.

Looming over them, Jimin glanced at them with a smirk. “Wanna taste?”

Jeongguk could feel the energy of the power play between them.

Yoonji had always had a soft spot for Jimin.

Perhaps, it was vice versa.

Yoonji pressed the heel of their foot against Jimin’s lower back, bringing him closer and tugging at the strands on his nape.

“You sure you don’t wanna taste?”

The grin on Jimin’s face widened, the tips of their noses touching. His hand rested right over their clavicles, no pressing yet.

Yoonji’s eyebrows were frowning lightly.

Jimin brushed their lips together.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered.

The muscles of Yoonji’s neck strained.

He breathed into their mouth, the veins of their neck bulging under the light pressure.

Time stilled for a moment before Yoonji surged forward, taking Jimin’s bottom lip between their teeth and licking over it with the tip of their tongue.

Smiling, Jimin rolled his body against theirs, his half-hard cock sliding against their stomach.

Glancing at Jeongguk, Jimin pushed his hand under his chin. Flexing his abs, Jeongguk rubbed his tongue against his palate, turned to the side and spat on Jimin’s palm.

After giving him a quick kiss, Jimin’s lips locked with Yoonji’s, his palm cupping their chest, wetting the nipple with spit and rolling the nub between his fingers.

Jeongguk smiled at seeing Yoonji so relaxed, their sharp edges all melted down. Their eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, meeting back Jimin’s mouth at every kiss.

Sitting up, Jeongguk stretched forward and pushed himself between Yoonji’s open legs, behind Jimin.

He trailed kisses from their knees to their inner thighs, until the tip of his nose brushed against her small hairs. Smiling, Jeongguk spit over their clit, his fingerpads circling it in slow, rhythmical motions.

Jimin pushed away from Yoonji’s body to leave Jeongguk some space, resting on his side as he kept making out with them.

Jeongguk’s fingers rubbed over her labia, teasing at her entrance as she got wetter and wetter.

He slipped a finger inside when he felt them back up against his hand, adding a second finger when he felt them relax.

They felt good – soft. Jeongguk wanted to bury himself in them.

Straddling her thighs, Jeongguk let his dick slide against Yoonji’s clit, opening their labia to make it smoother.

Jimin stopped kissing Yoonji for a moment, glancing at the way they rubbed against one another, the squelch making everything more slippery.

Jeongguk rolled his hips and let Yoonji feel how soaked he was, the pressure against his dick feeling heavenly.

Slowly, he teased their hole with the head of their dick, making it glide up to their clit, and back down.

Blinking their eyelids, Yoonji glanced at Jeongguk with a heavy gaze.

Do it, she mouthed, lips parted in bliss, Jimin’s mouth on her neck.

Licking his lips, tongue between his teeth, Jeongguk inhaled deeply and thrust his dick inside them, head wet from their slick.

It barely got past the entrance – but it was there.

He was there.

“Fuck,” Yoonji moaned, a smile stretching on her lips. “I can feel it.”

Jeongguk locked gaze with them, hips stilling for a moment.

He swallowed.

“You do?”

Yoonji smiled wider.

“Yeah.” They looked as surprised as him. “It feels good. It’s good.”

Jeongguk felt his heart in his throat. 

Pure joy spread through his chest, his hands, his thighs. His eyes got misty for a second.

“I’m…”

He found Jimin staring at him fondly, his eyes crinkled.

“I’m… really…”

His mouth was dry.

“Yeah,” Jimin smiled, “Yeah, you are, baby.”

The realization hit him with a new wave of arousal.

He pressed his hips harder against Yoonji, gripping her waist and letting himself slip in and out. Jimin’s hand groped at their breast, a small bruise under their nipple reddening their skin.

Jeongguk swallowed hard when he felt Jimin shift on the mattress, his piercing eyes fixed on him as he crawled closer. He straddled Yoonji’s middle, wrapping his palms around Jeongguk’s neck before pressing their foreheads together.

“Will try to fuck me like that too, next time?” Jimin asked him, his voice hoarse, his hot breath hitting Jeongguk’s mouth. “Mhm?”

Jimin smirked at Jeongguk’s silence, his hands still gripping Yoonji’s waist.

“Open me up and make me gape so my ass feels like a pussy?”

Jimin squeezed his fingers around Jeongguk’s neck, pressing and releasing.

Jeongguk’s mind swam through images of Jimin, ass up, cheeks red from his handprints, hole clenching as lube and come slowly dripped out of it, pushing out his prolapse. His dick rubbed against that wet heat, grinding against him until Jimin was too sensitive – until he begged him to stop.

Jimin slapped his cheek gently, making him come back to reality.

“Whatcha thinking, huh?” he asked smugly, eyes half closed.

Jeongguk felt the press of his hand around his neck as he swallowed.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Jeongguk’s mouth filled with saliva.

“Yeah…”

Biting down on his bottom lip, Jimin pressed around Jeongguk’s neck as he opened his mouth with his tongue, licking his teeth and kissing him while Jeongguk’s heartbeat sped up.

He slapped his face again before nipping at his bottom lip, parting their lips as a string of saliva still connected them.

“Next time,” Jimin smiled as he crouched down, brushing his nose against Yoonji’s lower stomach.

Without warning, he licked over Yoonji’s clit and latched his mouth, kissing it and making her legs tremble.

“Oh, fuck…” Yoonji mumbled, her voice raspy.

Jimin’s balls slapped against her chin, and she mouthed at them as Jimin sucked their clit into his mouth.

Jeongguk felt Jimin’s hair tickle his lower stomach, and his hips sped up as he watched Jimin dribble spit over that spot.

Woken up from his short nap by the bed shaking, Taehyung blinked his eyes slowly, his whole body stretching.

“You…”

With their groggy voice, they rubbed at their eyes with their fists.

Jimin raised his head for a moment, smirking with his mouth wet with fluids. “Hey, princess,” he called, looking at Taehyung. “Wanna join?”

Taehyung swallowed heavily, raising on his elbows.

The smile was wiped off Jimin’s face when Yoonji gripped the hair on top of his head. His mouth was shoved back in place.

“Didn’t tell you to stop.”

Yoonji was frowning, their voice strained, their breathing irregular, and by their trembling legs, Jeongguk was sure they were close enough to their high.

“Ah…”

He heard Yoonji moan as Taehyung nipped at the base of their neck, lips travelling up to their jaw. His thrusts sped up naturally, the rub against Yoonji’s walls feeling sweet.

He bumped against Jimin’s head a few times, but Yoonji’s hand was so steady, he had no way to move.

“Yes, yes,” she mumbled, eyes rolling back. “Ah, I’m…”

Jeongguk felt their core shake, Taehyung’s palms squeezing Yoonji’s sides, Jimin’s tongue licking at them without pause, the heel of his hand pressing above their clit.

Yoonji inhaled, holding their breath as electricity coursed through their whole body, and Jeongguk slipped two fingers inside them while their orgasm hit them, their walls clenching hard around him.

He felt wet drip down his inner thigh as Yoonji came down from their high, his fingers still pressing inside them. Yoonji’s grip had slackened over Jimin’s head, letting him breathe.

Jimin laid down on his back with his calves hanging off the bed, heaving with his eyes closed.

Jeongguk slid his fingers out slowly as he watched him breathe, the sweat on his face and his messy hair arousing him more than before.

“Now I get you.”

It was Yoonji’s voice, who was looking at him through a few strands of hair.

“Huh?” Jeongguk frowned.

“Oral… I get you.”

It made Jimin smirk, a smile stretching on his face. He turned on his side, leaving a kiss on Yoonji’s thigh. 

She petted his hair gently, and Jimin gave her another kiss.

He slid off the bed and stood up on his feet, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I gotta piss,” he said unceremoniously.

Jeongguk smiled, spanking his ass as he walked off.

The slap echoed in the room, and it sent another wave down Jeongguk’s belly.

Turning around, he saw Yoonji splayed on half of the bed, her eyes still closed. Taehyung was tugging lazily at their cock, looking at him.

Come here, the nod of their chin said, their bedroom eyes stirring something inside him.

Taehyung’s arms pulled him in, hands gripping his ass while their legs intertwined.

Jeongguk laid down on top of them, folding one leg to leave room for Taehyung’s hard-on. He shifted his weight to the side, elbows pressing on the mattress over Taehyung’s shoulders. 

Bringing him close for a kiss, Taehyung rolled their hips as their tongue licked the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth, squeezing his asscheek.

Jeongguk felt their hardening dick rub against his own, wet dribbling over their length.

The pressure on his cock made his lips part, and Taehyung’s hold on his nape sped up his heartbeat.

He could easily lose himself in the heat of Taehyung’s mouth, the way his hand moved on him.

On a stronger thrust, the head of their cock made his entrance clench up, making Taehyung squeeze his hips harder.

Her gaze drifted from Jeongguk’s eyes to his mouth, pausing on the mole under his lips.

Her voice was warm and deep.

“Can I go in?”

Jeongguk swallowed, feeling their hips rock together.

His eyes widened.

“Please.”

Guiding him down by the hips, Taehyung rubbed himself against Jeongguk’s dick and pushed the tip inside, feeling his walls grip.

Jeongguk buried his face in the crook of their neck, taking in their scent as Taehyung’s hips met his ass.

Wrapping her arms around him, Taehyung gripped Jeongguk’s ass and sat up on the bed, burying herself inside him as she took him in her lap. The angle made Jeongguk moan something airy, and Taehyung made him bounce as she thrust up her hips.

Kissing his lips, Taehyung held him close as they laid Jeongguk down on his back, straightening their legs to keep the pressure.

Blinking slowly, Jeongguk held his breath when he saw Taehyung gazing at him. Their hair fell gently around their face, lips parted in focus. Their clavicles were dotted with a thin veil of sweat, eyes growing softer with every stroke.

Jeongguk found himself smiling as he caressed her cheek.

“You’re beautiful.”

Taehyung blushed, a grin blooming from the corner of their mouth.

She rested her forehead against Jeongguk’s, brushing their noses together as her hand travelled down his side.

Slipping out for a moment, they pushed two fingers inside him to gather a bit of wetness before stroking Jeongguk’s dick with them, sliding back in.

Jeongguk threw his head back on the foot of the bed, only to see Jimin walk inside the room right at that moment.

He had washed his face, hair slicked back, and he stood by the door for a moment, jaw left ajar.

Smirking, Taehyung locked eyes with Jimin, mouthing down Jeongguk’s neck just as they picked up their pace.

Jeongguk’s eyes rolled back, head almost hanging at the edge. 

“It’s nice to watch, right?”

Yoonji was rubbing herself sitting up against the headboard, legs open, eating them up with her eyes.

Jeongguk hadn’t even heard her move.

“Want to watch them with me?” she continued.

Jimin blinked slowly, as if he had been lost in thoughts.

Without a word, he walked to the bed, kneeling on the floor.

His gaze was tender and full of arousal, his eyes boring into Jeongguk, who struggled to keep them open.

He looked at him upside down as Jimin stroked his cheek too gently.

“Say…” he tried, coughing once, his eyes steady. “Wanna try what we talked about?”

Jeongguk frowned lightly, his mind too mellowed out.

“What?”

Jimin smiled faintly, eyes glancing up at Taehyung for a moment. 

“You know what.”

His fingers traced the edge of Jeongguk’s jaw, pressing right under it, on the side of his neck.

“Don’t fake innocence now.”

His thumb pushed past his lips, pressing down on his tongue.

“You’re already stretched.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened all at once.

“You,” he stuttered, “you want…”

Taehyung’s slow, deep thrusts jostled his body as Jimin pressed and released around his neck.

He tilted his head, lust painted on his face.

“You don’t?”

Jeongguk inhaled, breath stuck in his throat.

“I…” Images of it swam in his mind.

His holes clenched.

“I do.”

Jimin grinned with mirth, searching for Taehyung’s eyes while he kept his hand around Jeongguk’s neck.

“You’re comfortable like this?”

Taehyung licked their lips, a slight confusion painted on their face. “Yeah.”

Jimin closed their lips together in a short, hungry kiss.

“Good.”

Jimin stood up and laid down on the bed next to them. 

“You sure you just wanna watch?”

Yoonji nodded silently, two fingers teasing their vulva.

Jimin sighed, kneeling behind Taehyung and making himself space between their legs.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked him, a slight edge in their voice.

“Why?” Jimin asked playfully. He slapped their ass once, squeezing it. “Want me to fuck you again?”

Jeongguk saw the bob of Taehyung’s throat, felt them slide further inside him at the words.

“Not now,” Jimin continued, his fingers curling around the bottom of Jeongguk’s plug. “Let’s show the birthday boy a good time.”

Jimin pushed on the base of the plug, making Jeongguk moan as Taehyung thrust inside him at the same time.

“Fuck…”

Jeongguk wasn’t sure he was going to survive this.

Jimin played with the plug inside him as he teased Taehyung’s neck with his tongue, sucking on their earlobe.

“What do you say?” he whispered, hands gripping her waist. “You set the pace?”

Jimin stroked his cock a few times, and it rubbed against the small of Taehyung’s back.

Taehyung rested their head against his shoulder, their hands firm around Jeongguk’s hips.

“What if you can’t keep up?” they asked teasingly, lips brushing against Jimin’s jaw. “You haven’t come yet.” They sucked on the spot, nipping at it. “Right?” They licked at Jimin’s mouth, breathing hotly against his skin. “What if you get there too soon?”

Jimin accepted the challenge, nipping at their bottom lip as their nails scratched their lower back. “We’ll see.”

Travelling down, Jimin smoothed over Jeongguk’s thighs and gripped the base of the plug, making it slip out slowly. Jeongguk relaxed, not wanting to push Taehyung out by clenching.

Lube dribbled out of his hole as Jimin put the plug on a towel, but his boyfriend was quick enough to shove two fingers inside, feeling him gape.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Yoonji mumbled, their fingers teasing at their rim.

“I know,” Jimin echoed them, playing with his wet hole, the squelch audible when he slipped out.

Jimin laid down on the mattress and stretched his arm out. Squirting lube in his hand, he palmed himself as he brushed his lips against the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.

“I want to be under you,” he whispered, only for Jeongguk to hear. “Want your back on my chest.” He tugged his lobe between his teeth. “Crush me how much you want.”

Jeongguk backed up against Taehyung’s cock at the words, shivering as Jimin mouthed at his ear.

He knew his boyfriend had a thing for this.

Feeling a bit like an object.

Yoonji had realized that on their own, too.

“So?” Taehyung spoke, their hips stilling. “How do we do this?”

Glancing up, Jimin met her gaze. Without a word, he splayed himself on the bed, patting his stomach as he looked at Jeongguk.

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. “You sure?”

Even if Jimin had muscles, Jeongguk knew he was bigger than him.

Jimin smiled – a little wickedly. “I am.”

Licking their lips, Taehyung shrugged lightly and slowly slipped their length out.

“We can switch if it doesn’t work,” Jeongguk said softly, feeling unsure about the dynamics.

“Relax,” he heard Yoonji say. “It’s not that complicated. Don’t get into your head.”

Gulping, Jeongguk looked for her as Jimin made him reposition, his ass grazing the length of his cock.

Curling the corner of their mouth, Yoonji got on their knees and crawled closer to them.

Her eyes were kind as she said, “Calm down,” her thumbs brushing the apples of Jeongguk’s cheeks. “Sit back. Let them do it. You just relax.”

Her hands followed him as he laid back against Jimin’s chest, feeling the warmth of it, the familiar scent.

Her fingers travelled down his stomach until they reached the mess of fluids under his bush, the rim of his hole.

“Close your eyes,” she said softly, wet fingerpads circling his rim.

Unwinding, Jimin’s lips kissed his forehead as two of Yoonji’s fingers pushed inside him, checking there was no resistance.

Gripping his ass, Jimin made sure he could ease off against his chest. With his eyes closed, he heard the stroking of a dick – probably by Yoonji’s hand, since Jimin’s were firm around him.

“Ready, baby?” Jimin whispered against his arm, the depth of his voice making goosebumps bloom on his skin.

He nodded, inhaling deeply.

He felt the tip of Jimin’s cock being guided to his hole, that well-known press making him crave to roll down his hips.

He exhaled when the head breached inside, knitting his eyebrows, moaning at the sting.

Jimin’s hands rubbed his sides, Taehyung helping him keep his legs up. 

He could hear their deep, regular breathing.

Jimin bit down on his shoulder when his cock slipped three-quarters in, all the lube making the slide smooth and easy.

Yoonji’s fingers danced over his stomach and stroked his dick slowly, gathering wet from their hole.

Jimin moved with mellow rolls, his lips on his neck.

“Ready?” Yoonji asked as the head of Taehyung’s length rubbed against his dick, his hole. 

He’d been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“Yeah.”

All the air was kicked out of his lungs when Taehyung brought his ankles to their shoulders and slipped past their entrance, feeling his walls give in as his dick pushed deeper.

He let out his loudest guttural moan.

“Oh, fuck…”

Taehyung’s hips slapped against his ass, Jimin moving along from the force of it.

“Shit, this is…”

Jeongguk felt full.

Full like he had never been before; like he could never be fuller than he was right in this moment, with two dicks rubbing at his most sensitive nerves from both sides.

“I can feel you…” Taehyung said from above him, almost in disbelief.

She wasn’t talking to him.

She was speaking to Jimin.

“Me too…” his boyfriend murmured, almost inaudible.

Taehyung rolled their hips slowly, and it jostled all of them.

Jeongguk felt Yoonji’s fingers curl in his hair.

“All good?” she whispered, patting his head.

The sight of her and Taehyung together, hovering over him, made his heart skip a beat. He nodded, swallowing.

A beat passed before he gave in completely.

Taehyung pressed their feet to the mattress and pumped inside him, speeding up, their thrusts making Jimin’s cock move inside him at the same time.

Jeongguk’s jaw slackened, his lips parting.

“You look so pretty I wanna take a picture,” Yoonji said to him, her fingers squeezing his cheeks for a moment.

His limbs felt like goo, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

Taehyung’s thrusts got harsher as arousal burned inside them. Jeongguk felt his orgasm mount inside him as the press against his walls made him crumble down.

Saliva dribbled out of his mouth, and Yoonji pushed two of her fingers inside it, making him suck on them.

“Look at your legs shaking…” she said, her free hand squeezing at his waist. “You close already?”

Jeongguk blinked his eyes open after what felt like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds.

He hummed around Yoonji’s fingers, moaning at one particularly hard thrust of Taehyung.

“Come, then,” Yoonji smiled, spitting in her hand and circling his dick with her fingers. “You can come like this, right?”

Jeongguk was sure he wasn’t farther than a couple of thrusts.

“Come on,” Yoonji spurred him, the rubbing on his dick getting faster, sloppier.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open, only feeling the hotness of Jimin’s breath against his skin, and the press of two dicks inside him.

Jimin squeezed his ass hard, moving his hips in quick, fast strokes as Taehyung did the same, and Jeongguk felt his high hit.

With his legs trembling, he felt warmth course through his whole body, the girth of the cocks making clenching feel so good, and he soaked Taehyung while the pleasure spread through his whole body, his core, his neck, his brain. It went on, and on, and he wasn’t able to stop. It felt almost too much, on the brink of pain. 

His fluids dribbled down to the base of Jimin’s cock, and the grip of his asshole made Jimin grunt against his neck.

He felt too oversensitive to continue, and Jimin knew that.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t a minute away from filling up his ass with come.

He breathed deeply, feeling Yoonji caress the crown on his head, and Taehyung’s grasp getting softer, his legs back to the mattress. The shift made their cock slip out, and Jeongguk whined at the sensation.

He blinked his eyes open, feeling himself come back into his body.

Taehyung was completely aroused, his dick still rock hard.

“Sorry,” Jeongguk found himself whispering, trying to put his body back together.

“About what?” Yoonji asked sweetly. She saw where his gaze pointed, glancing at Taehyung’s crotch. “I’ll take care of them. Don’t say sorry.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “You?”

Smirking, Yoonji caressed the small of their back. “Me, yeah.” She kissed their shoulder, hand squeezing their waist. “We have to test if it’s pegging or not, right?”

Taehyung gulped, their pupils blown as Yoonji caressed their nape. She pressed her thumb on their cheek, under their mouth.

She gazed at them. “Do you still want it?”

Taehyung blinked slowly, their shoulders relaxing. 

“Please.”

Jeongguk could hear the yearning in their voice.

Yoonji pushed her thumb over their bottom lip, against their teeth.

“Turn around.”

Without making her wait, Taehyung spun and laid down on the mattress, ass up.

As he felt the mattress dip, Jeongguk twitched when Jimin pecked a trail of kisses down his neck.

His lips grazed the shell of his ear.

“Going to the bathroom,” Jimin whispered. “Okay?”

Jeongguk blinked, Jimin’s dick slowly slipping out of him as it softened. He nodded, trying to move his legs.

Jimin helped him lay back on the bed, his legs still shaking.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked gently, laying on his side, slowly massaging his tired thighs.

Jeongguk smiled softly, “It was good.” He loved the pressure of Jimin’s fingers on his muscles. “Like, really good. Ten out of ten. Five stars experience.”

Grinning, Jimin pressed his forehead against Jeongguk’s. “No less?”

Jeongguk nodded, pecking his lips. “Go.” A kiss. “I’ll be here.”

Petting the crown of his head, Jimin stood up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom as Yoonji slipped their legs into the harness.

Jeongguk glanced at them. “Does it fit?” he asked.

Yoonji looked at him from the corner of their eyes, smiling. “Yeah. All good.” They pulled the strings around their thighs, making sure they would fit tightly.

Taehyung’s eyes were half closed, hair falling over their eyes. “Wanna join?”

Jeongguk threw his head back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’m dead.”

“Mmh, come on,” Taehyung pouted, stretching a hand towards him. “Just come closer.”

Jeongguk felt like his body was at its limit. He had never experienced anything like it.

Regardless, he couldn’t resist Taehyung’s eyes. He scooted closer, laying down on his side next to Taehyung.

He heard them hiss, their eyebrows furrowing.

“You’re still open.”

Yoonji’s fingers, wet with lube, circled the rim of their hole.

“His dick’s big,” Taehyung murmured, jaw slackening.

“Mmh, sure,” Yoonji smirked, slapping their ass. Jeongguk felt the sound of it travel to his lower stomach. “Or maybe you’re always ready.”

Taehyung didn’t have anything to say back – his voice only coming out as a moan when Yoonji slipped a finger inside him.

“You’ve got such a fat cock for what, huh?” she whispered, her voice low and levelled. She gripped their thigh with her free hand, the dildo set in her harness rubbing between their cheeks. “Just for others to play.”

“Yes,” Jeongguk heard Taehyung mumble, her face against the mattress.

Yoonji slid another finger in – just to make sure.

When she deemed them ready, she softly patted their right cheek twice, and Taehyung followed her push, turning on their back.

Turning her head, Yoonji searched for Jeongguk’s eyes. She gazed at him with intent, glancing at Taehyung’s crotch for a moment.

Taehyung’s eyes were closed, arms over their head.

Getting the cue, Jeongguk spat in his palm and gently wrapped it around the head of Taehyung’s dick, pushing the foreskin down.

Taehyung’s stomach spasmed, their folded legs tensing when Yoonji pressed the head of their dildo against their entrance.

Their hips pressed forward, Taehyung’s hole giving in as Jeongguk jerked their tip, carefully uncovering it and stroking back.

Taehyung moaned loudly when Yoonji’s dick slipped inside them, filling them up well. The squelch made Jeongguk’s dick pulse, the sight of Taehyung’s blissed-out face making his heart beat faster.

He leaned forward and kissed him as Yoonji thrust in, rolling their hips back.

Taehyung crossed their ankles over her lower back, gripping her close and tight. Jeongguk had to let their length go, burying his hand in their hair as their tongues met inside Taehyung’s mouth.

Jeongguk felt a slap to his right asscheek, the bed dipping behind him.

“You were fast,” Jimin whispered in his ear, nipping at his lobe.

Jeongguk leaned into the touch, parting from Taehyung’s lips. “I never say no to kisses.”

Jimin mouthed at his neck. “True.” He sucked at the base of it, hands on his waist. “You tired?”

Jeongguk could feel the press of his hard dick against his ass. “Not too much.” He turned his head, meeting his boyfriend’s eyes. His eyelids were half-closed, and he had that gaze on him – the one he had when they played alone. When the switch flipped. But Jeongguk was too fucked-out for that. He cupped his cheek, feeling the outline of his jaw. “What do you want?” he asked him, his voice husky.

Jimin’s eyes turned darker, falling on Jeongguk’s lips. He swallowed. “Mouth.”

Smirking, Jeongguk patted his cheek and grabbed a hold of his ass. “Lay down. On your stomach.”

Jimin had been hard on and off for almost one hour. Edged at least twice.

As Jimin positioned himself, Jeongguk glanced at Taehyung, desire burning in their eyes. Yoonji’s thrusts were slow, following a pattern. He didn’t know how she could stay that calm as Taehyung looked at her with that gaze.

With Jimin splayed on the bed in front of him, Jeongguk decided it was his time.

He’d been good.

Without warning, he gripped his asscheeks and parted them, dribbling spit from his mouth to his hole.

Jimin’s dick laid on the mattress between his thighs, the head peeking from under the foreskin.

Jeongguk licked a fat strip with the flat of his tongue, Jimin’s hole twitching against his lips. He kissed down to his perineum, keeping him open as he took his ballsac in his mouth. He tugged at one of his balls gently while his palm wrapped around the head of his dick, barely moving.

He kept the rhythm as he felt the mattress starting to move fast, Yoonji’s hips slapping against the back of Taehyung’s thighs. As his tongue wet Jimin’s skin, Jeongguk watched the creases between Taehyung’s eyebrows, their hard length jerked off by Yoonji’s hold.

Hearing Taehyung’s moans while his tongue dipped inside Jimin’s hole spurred Jeongguk on, moving faster and faster, following the pattern of Yoonji’s thrusts.

He moaned too, letting Jimin feel the vibrations of his voice.

When he felt Jimin back up against his tongue, he gripped his ass and pushed himself forward, laying down over Jimin’s back.

His fingers still lingered around his hole.

He licked the shell of Jimin’s ear, his boyfriend’s eyes closed. “It’s sad I don’t have two harnesses,” he whispered, feeling Jimin shiver at the tone of his voice. “Mmh?”

He was only playing – he knew Jimin’s limits. It didn’t stop his boyfriend from rubbing his ass against his crotch.

Jeongguk didn’t want to make him wait any longer.

He slapped his ass once before diving back down, his tongue eating at his hole as his hands kept him spread out.

He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear the desperate moans coming from Taehyung’s mouth. Yoonji’s pace increased, the sound of mouths kissing making his hole clench.

With their voice airy and high, a string of pleas coming out of their mouth, Yoonji’s dick stretching them and rubbing against all their sensitive spots, Taehyung jerked off their length rapidly, faster than Yoonji’s rolls. Holding their breath, lips parted in ecstasy, Yoonji’s hips pausing, dick buried inside them, Taehyung thrust inside their palm and came all over their stomach, warmth coating their skin.

Jeongguk moaned louder as Taehyung reached their high, feeling Jimin’s cock harden in his hold. He spit on the head and made sure his grip was stronger, working on the foreskin as his tongue licked like his life depended on it.

The taste of Jimin’s skin made him lose it, and he felt his legs getting tensed up as he tugged faster at his head.

“Come on,” he said, knowing Jimin was listening. “I know you can come like this.”

Jimin moaned higher when Jeongguk slipped a finger inside him, meeting no resistance as his mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, wetting it.

“Please,” he heard Jimin mumble, and he was sure it was Yoonji humming quietly.

She was still buried inside Taehyung.

“Look at him, baby,” Jeongguk heard them say to Taehyung. “He’s drooling.”

Glancing up, Jeongguk caught sight of his boyfriend’s slack jaw, spit dribbling out of his parted lips as another plea died on his tongue.

Fixing his knees, Jeongguk pressed his forehead against Jimin’s ass, slipping his tongue inside his hole while he jerked him off faster, focusing on the tip.

He kept going until he couldn’t breathe anymore – until everything he knew was Jimin’s skin, his taste, and he couldn’t think. Only one focus. Only one thing mattered.

He felt shifting on the bed, the sound of Taehyung’s voice. But it seemed so distant, his words impossible to discern. Everything he knew was at the tip of his tongue.

Jimin’s hole clenched harder, his legs tensing up, and Jeongguk dipped down, past his ballsac, a finger pushed inside him, his wrist speeding up and up and up – until he felt the first drop hit the flat of his tongue, and he took the head of Jimin’s dick in his mouth, still jerking him off as come filled his mouth.

It tasted salty. Something known.

He slowly felt the fog dissipate from his mind.

Jimin’s clenching pushed his finger out, and after a minute he tilted his head back, making sure not to leave a drop behind. Pushing himself on the mattress, Jeongguk laid down next to Jimin and took his face in the palms of his hands, his eyes still closed as he pressed their lips together, feeling the taste of Jimin’s come on their tongues.

A chest pressed against his shoulder – Taehyung.

Glancing to his right, Jeongguk saw Taehyung gazing at him softly, lips pink and wet. She leaned in, tongue licking inside his mouth, swallowing down the bitterness.

Tapping at Taehyung’s cheek, Jimin called for them. Holding their jaw open, Jimin slowly dribbled his own come inside their mouth, spitting on their tongue.

Feeling Taehyung’s hold on their nape, Jeongguk met their lips and joined in, until he felt himself collapse on the bed, unable to keep himself up anymore. Taehyung laid down on their side, kissing his cheek, while Jimin scratched his nape gently, leaving a peck on his forehead.

Jeongguk’s whole body relaxed, and he found himself smiling. 

From joy.

From love.

He heard Yoonji’s quiet steps on the floor, coming back from a bathroom round he hadn’t noticed her do.

She rolled on the bed, squeezing herself between Jimin and Jeongguk, her lips kissing along his ribs.

Jeongguk closed his eyes.

He could feel everything.

Jimin’s body against his; the warmth of his breath; his hand supporting his head. Taehyung’s cheek on his shoulder; their arm around his chest; their heartbeat. Yoonji’s lips on his skin; their chest on his thighs; their hair tickling his belly.

“I’m so happy,” he whispered, a smile slowly stretching his lips.

Yoonji grinned against his skin.

“Me too,” she whispered, rubbing her nose on the dip of his elbow. She left a kiss there.

Taehyung hugged him a bit tighter. “Mhm,” his cheek leaned on his pec. “Happy birthday.”

His birthday. He had almost forgotten; how it all had started.

Jimin kissed the corner of his mouth, pressing his forehead against his temple.

Less than a whisper – I love you, he mouthed.

Jeongguk felt his heart clench inside his chest. All the love and affection he felt for all of them couldn’t be expressed in words. Some of it, a different kind of it, he’d finally been able to express. Another kind of way.

He wrapped his arm around Jimin’s neck, bringing him in for a quick kiss. He rubbed the tips of their noses together, and Jimin stole another kiss before leaning back.

He turned to the other side, feeling the press of Taehyung’s lips on his mouth. She was tired, her hair sweaty, and he left a kiss on the crown of her head before he felt another pair of lips on his – the sweetness of Yoonji’s tongue.

His arms tried to hug all of them together, but his muscles were tired, and they ended up all in laughter. As he felt the sound of their voices overlap, he wished his arms could extend way past their limit, stretch until they could hold all his lovers, even just for a moment, until his heart calmed down, back to the ground.

“I don’t think we can go back from this,” he heard Taehyung whisper against his skin.

He felt Jimin’s arm shift, his palm resting on Taehyung’s cheek. He caressed them as their eyes met. “I don’t think we have to.”

Taehyung smiled softly, leaning into the touch.

“What about you two?”

It was Yoonji’s voice.

Jimin gulped. “Actually…” he glanced at Jeongguk.

He knew what he was going to say.

“We…” Jimin said, his voice hoarse.  “Well, we’ve…”

“It’s okay,” Jeongguk smiled. Jimin looked at him with big, soft eyes. “You can tell them.”

Jimin’s lips curled up slowly, his face beaming. “Well… after a lot of talking, and figuring ourselves out… we realised that both of us are not… monogamous.”

Yoonji’s eyes widened. “Since when?”

“Uhm… a year, more or less,” Jeongguk said. “I mean, I knew. I’ve known for a while… before we got together.”

“You what?” Taehyung asked. “Before you…?”

Jeongguk pressed his lips together. “Yeah. I… I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t tell anyone – I haven’t told anyone. There’s… too much stigma around being polyamorous. And, when hyung and I got together – I didn’t ask him directly, but he told me once that he didn’t think he could be in an open relationship. And it was fine because I cared about being with him more than all the rest. So I never told him, but as time went by, I… I felt like I was lying to him.”

“That’s when you two had that rough moment, last year?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk nodded. He suddenly felt extremely emotional, Jimin’s gentle scratches on his scalp helping him stay grounded. “I was afraid we would… I didn’t want to leave him. I never stopped loving him. But I was afraid he wouldn’t understand. So, when I finally got the courage to talk to him…” Jeongguk erupted in a short, light laughter, “he… he told me he felt the same. That he’d been thinking about it for a year or so, and he didn’t know if it meant he was poly, but… he felt the same. We talked about it for days, trying to understand how to navigate it, and… monogamy wasn’t for us.” He glanced at Jimin, leaning into his touch. “We are much happier like this.”

Jimin nodded, smiling back at him. He blushed hard, as he did when he got really shy. “He said everything.”

Taehyung laughed, and Jeongguk felt the sound echo in his chest.

Yoonji smiled at Jimin, her eyes drifting from him to Jeongguk. “Thank you for trusting us,” she said, caressing Jeongguk’s waist. “I have questions, but… not now.”

Jeongguk grinned, nodding softly. “I get it, it’s… whenever you want.”

She smirked, shaking her head. “And I had no idea…”

Jimin shrugged, “We were good at omitting.”

Yoonji seemed to be weighing in the words for a moment. She kissed Jimin’s hipbone, hugging his thigh with her arm.

“So, we can do this again on your birthday?”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Huh?”

Yoonji grinned, “Thirty deserves a big present, right?”

Jeongguk felt his heart fill up with joy. Jimin was too stunned to speak.

“I mean,” Taehyung said, their fingers drawing lines on Jeongguk’s chest. “If there’s the occasion… even before that.”

All their heads turned towards them.

“What?” they asked. “I liked it. There’s more that I wanna try. Why not?”

Jeongguk kisses the crown of their head, hugging them tight. 

“Ahh…” he sighed happily, tilting his head back. “I love you all so much.”

He did. It went over his tendons, his nerves, the ends of his hair. Like a hug made of air.

Past any borders, any rules. Rooted in the present, in every emotion he felt. In his desire and theirs.

Not bound by any conditions.

A love, he felt, vast and untold.