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Like all things interesting that had managed to transpire in Ricky’s life the last few months, it had all started with a comment. 

It was always these simple, thoughtless comments, spouted off unbridled, unaware of the havoc the words were about to create. Hanbin’s soft “Do you ever forget Korean when you’re tired?” in the early morning, when he was still too distracted by a cuddly, sleepy Hao looked to note the shared knowing look between Ricky and Gyuvin. Gyuvin’s quiet, red-faced “Do you think we could video tape it?” stuttered in the embarrassed tone he takes on when he propositions new things to bring into his and Ricky’s sex life. Ricky’s own “What do you think about foursomes?” said with a sly grin, fingers playing with Gyuvin’s earlobe and watching the way his eyes widen. And now, Gunwook. 

To be honest, Ricky can’t place the blame on Gunwook alone. Sure, it was his words that sprung Ricky into action, but the ideas and risqué thoughts in Ricky’s head had been festering and building in him, long before he even got in bed with Hanbin and Zhang Hao. It was only a matter of time before they burst out. Gunwook just happened to spur him along, is all. 

You see, Hanbin, in Ricky’s opinion, was the epitome of the perfect man. He made everyone around him feel loved and comfortable, he was attractive in a way that made people stop on the streets to stare, he could crack unexpected jokes that had the whole band cackling, he glowed a beacon of leadership and responsibility, and he had the self-control and dedication of a monk. From the earliest days that he knew him, Ricky tried to find cracks in Hanbin’s persona. It didn’t take him long to realize, especially after they got closer, that it wasn’t a persona at all. Hanbin didn’t put these characteristics on as an act, to have netizens on the internet gossip about how good of a person he seemed to be. Hanbin was just like that. And there was no easier place to see it than with Zhang Hao. 

Hanbin was his true self with Hao. Everyone was aware of that. Hao was the only person Hanbin would cry in front of, the only one he would take his walls down for, the only person he found true comfort in. Alone with Hao, Hanbin was honest. He was real. And still, he was perfect. He treated Hao with the utmost respect and care. He doted on him every second of every day- feeding him, tying his shoes, drying his hair, pulling him into his lap, holding him like he was made of porcelain. Hanbin had never once raised his voice at Hao, even during their worst fights. He’d never harmed Hao, even when they were roughhousing (a stark contrast to Ricky, who had given and received multiple bruises when he and Gyuvin decided to wrestle). The few times Hanbin had made Hao cry, he would instantly fold, scooping the elder into his arms and apologizing profusely, attempting to kiss the pout off his face. And Hao would just let him, slightly grinning every so often, knowing the power and control he had over his boyfriend, the man who would do anything just to see him happy. Though he pretended to gag and roll his eyes when he watched Hanbin and Hao indulge in this behavior, Ricky couldn’t deny it was cute. They were sweet in the way that a newlywed couple was sweet, except it had been around 2 years now and the honeymoon phase seemed to refuse an ending. It allowed Ricky to develop some easy truths in his life- Hanbin was essentially perfect, Hanbin was in love with Hao, Hanbin never got mean, Hanbin never got angry. 

Two weeks after You Had Me at Hello was released, a random celebrity hit on Zhang Hao at an awards show after party. This, of course, wasn’t anything groundbreaking. People flirted with Hao often, through slips of paper with numbers, soft smiles and pick-up lines, or awe-inspired compliments on the street. Hao was pretty, and others recognized it. Hanbin usually took this in stride, even often enjoying it as if he himself were being complimented (Hanbin and Hao were one, after all). Hao would kindly reject them, they’d walk away with their heads low, and Hanbin would sidle up beside him, hand around his waist and whisper into Hao’s ear about how good he looked and how everyone noticed him. It was a routine Ricky was accustomed to. The difference this time was that the man didn’t leave with his head hanging. He didn’t leave at all. Ricky had watched the way Hao’s smile tensed as the man moved closer, leaning in. He saw Hao’s lips form around another rejection, his legs take another step back to put distance between them. The man had followed him forward, hands moving to grip around Hao’s waist, which the band had jokingly dubbed ‘Sung Hanbin territory.’ Hao had placed both hands on the man’s chest, attempting to push him off. Ricky saw Hao’s idol mask slip for a second, an expression of panic on his face, before he placed it back on. It was enough for Ricky to rush forward to aid his friend. Hanbin, though, seemed to materialize out of nowhere, suddenly right next to Hao, while Ricky was still a step away. The expression on Hanbin’s face made him stop in his tracks, screeching to a halt much like a cartoon character. 

It was, for a lack of better words, downright murderous. Hanbin wrapped his fingers around the man’s wrists and wrenched them off Hao, none of the typical Sung Hanbin kindness or care in his actions. He shoved the man’s wandering hands back at him so violently that he stumbled back, staring up at Hanbin with wide eyes. 

“Leave,” Hanbin said, teeth gritted, tone cold. 

His eyes were dark. For the first time, there seemed to be none of the life, none of the sparkle in them. Instead, they were pools of anger and hate, directed right at the man who found it appropriate to try and feel Hao up in the middle of a public place. The man mumbled out a half-hearted apology before scampering away, not even looking back at the two of them. 

Hanbin, as soon as the man was gone, put his hands where two foreign ones had been just seconds ago. His grip was tight, harsher than Ricky had ever seen him hold Hao before. The veins in his arms were bulging with the force he was exerting on the elder. His chest rose and fell unsteadily, expression still one of rage and resentment. 

“Bin-ah,” Hao spoke, voice trembling a bit in a way that made Ricky’s stomach roll. He couldn’t place the exact reason, the exact feeling. 

Hao shifted slightly. He moved to turn around in Hanbin’s grasp, to face him. 

Hanbin yanked Hao back against his own body- hard, harsh, so quick and violent that Hao let out a sound close to a squeak and Ricky heard the contact of their bodies against each other. Hanbin buried his face in the side of the elder’s neck, a position far too intimate for two idols at a popular party. Ricky was sure the management would scold them tomorrow, but he couldn’t bring himself to pry them apart. 

Hao reached back, threading his fingers through Hanbin’s hair, pressing the leader’s face more into his skin. His hand was strong, guiding, comforting. Hanbin was taking deep, calculated breaths, his hands clenching and unclenching around Hao’s hips. 

Slowly, after what felt like far too long for a paranoid Ricky on edge about cameras capturing this moment, Hanbin pulled away, spinning Hao around to look at him. When they made eye contact, all of the emotions that had just been present on Hanbin’s face were gone. Ricky felt like he had whiplash, lost at how there seemed to be no trace of the unraveled, out of control Hanbin he’d just seen. Instead, it was Sung Hanbin- Hao’s Sung Hanbin, the one who looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky and caressed his waist like he would break if there was too much pressure. They pulled apart, and only then did they seem to notice Ricky. Hanbin smiled, eyes forming crescents, dimples in his cheeks. 

Ricky tried his best to forget about it. He could almost convince himself it was a hallucination. Hanbin had never looked like that, acted like that, sounded like that before, and he hadn’t done it since. Whatever had happened that night was a fluke, a trick of the light. Sung Hanbin never got mad. Sung Hanbin never got angry. Sung Hanbin was essentially perfect. 

Sung Hanbin was in Ricky’s dreams at night, dark eyes, veins bulging, fucking a sobbing Zhang Hao with a hand around his throat. 

Fuck. 

There was something about it that implanted itself in Ricky’s brain like a virus in a computer. It latched on and refused to let go, poisoning his thoughts. Hanbin and Hao were so in love, so kind to each other, so husband-and-wife, so mom-and-dad, so perfect. But Ricky couldn’t let go of that side, the private one that essentially no one else had ever seen, the Hanbin that could bury his teeth in Hao’s neck and the Hao that could whine and writhe against him. 

Sung Hanbin could never be mean to Hao, never be angry with him, never hurt him. Zhang Hao could never submit entirely, never release the reins on himself, never crumble completely. It was just who they were. But Ricky wanted- no needed - to see it so badly, and that’s how the issue began. 

--

“I think Hanbin-hyung’s going to kill me,” Gunwook whined, dropping himself into a seat at the dinner table in front of Ricky and Gyuvin. 

Gyuvin snorted, spitting a noodle back onto his plate. Ricky smacked the back of his head in disgust, only to have more noodles fly out of his mouth. He glared at his boyfriend, who was giggling more now, and turned back to Gunwook. 

“Hyung can’t kill a bug that wanders in from the balcony. What did you do?”

“I can’t tell you. You guys will tell him and then he’ll seriously hate me. I really messed up,” Gunwook pouted, dropping his head onto the wood. 

“Just tell us, Gunwookie. It can’t be that bad,” Gyuvin smiled, attempting to placate. 

“It is.” His voice was muffled, face still smushed into the table. 

“Hanbin-hyung doesn’t get mad, Gunwook. Tell us what you did,” Ricky said. 

Gunwook’s head shot up, a confused look on his face. “He does too get mad. I’ve seen it!” He began rambling, listing all of the times Hanbin has seemed mildly antagonized, including Taerae’s pink laundry debacle and Matthew accidentally pouring Yujin an alcoholic seltzer. 

“Yeah, whatever.” Ricky waved his hand away. “Hyung gets irritated, not mad. Tell us what happened, Wookie. Maybe we can help.”

He shot Ricky a look before taking a deep breath. “Hao-hyung and I started watching this drama together. It’s a really good one- the one we watch every Thursday, you know?”

The couple nodded. It was well-known in the band, actually, that Gunwook and Hao had their “movie nights” on Thursdays, just like Jiwoong and Yujin had their lunch together on Wednesdays and Taerae and Matthew got teas on Sundays. 

“Well it got really serious this week. The female lead finally kissed her love interest, and he finally admitted his feelings for her, but then his childhood best friend came back! And he used to have feelings for her, so then he started thinking about her again, and the lead’s mother-”

“This cannot possibly be relevant to the story,” Ricky pointed out. 

“Ah, right,” Gunwook said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I digress. Anyways, the lead ends up seeing the love interest kiss his best friend, and then the episode ends. So, of course, we freaked out. And in doing so, I kind of, well, I knocked over a can of soda and I- I spilleditalloverHyung’sblanket.”

The last part of his story tinkered off, all blending together. 

Gyuvin leaned forward. “What was that?”

“I spilled it. On Hanbin-hyung’s blanket.”

Ricky blinked owlishly. “So?”

Gunwook raised both of his hands in the air. “Are you kidding? His blanket ! The one he loves more than anything. The one he got in Paris, with Hao-hyung!”

Ricky leaned back, tapping his finger on his chin, as if pretending to think of a solution. “Just blame it on Hao-ge, then. Hanbin-hyung couldn’t get mad at him. I think its like, against his DNA genome.”

Gunwook dropped his arms. “Be serious. I’m really worried.”

“I am being serious! He’s never been mad at Hao before. He’s not going to start now.”

“Ricky.” Gunwook gave him a deadpan stare. “Hanbin-hyung can totally get mad Hao-hyung. I’ve seen it, when Hao-hyung doesn’t take care of himself or spends too much time talking to other guys. Trust me, I know when Hanbin-hyung is mad at him, and that’s even worse than when he’s mad at me!”

“Why? Do they get all sad and mopey around each other or something?” Gyuvin asked, snickering. 

“No! Are you kidding? They-” Gunwook cut himself short, his face breaking into a deep blush. “You know!”

Gyuvin and Ricky traded looks with each other, both shrugging at the other’s questioning gaze. 

“No, we don’t,” Gyuvin said carefully. “What do they do?”

Gunwook’s jaw dropped, and the blush spread to his ears. “Come on, don’t make me say it.”

“Say what? Seriously, Wookie, we have no clue.”

“When Hanbin-hyung’s mad at Hao-hyung,” Gunwook paused, as if half expecting one of the couple in front of him to finish the sentence for him. When neither took him up on the offer, he continued reluctantly. “They have really loud sex.”

Ricky felt his whole body go rigid. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped on his head. A picture flashed in his mind, of Hanbin’s tight grip, of Hao’s wide, teary eyes. 

“They what?” Gyuvin yelled, voice incredulous. 

“Jesus Christ,” Gunwook whispered, dropping his face into his palms. 

“They have loud sex,” Gyuvin repeated to himself, sounding a bit shell-shocked. He had a crazed look on his face, and for the first time ever, Ricky considered that his boyfriend might be hiding the same dirty secret as himself. 

“Like, really loud. And rough, too? The bed always bangs against the wall, and Hao-hyung always kind of sounds like he’s in pain, and they both come out with these bruises, and-”

Ricky makes a noise that resembles a strangled moan, and it seems to snap Gunwook out of whatever state of mind he was in because he cuts himself off short and his face darkens a few shades. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe I just said that.”

Ricky was still in a somewhat catatonic state, his ears ringing. Gyuvin’s hand finds his thigh and he grasps it. Ricky feels like he’s on fire. His skin tingles where he’s being touched. 

“Hanbin hurts him?” Ricky asks, each word careful and slow like he’s choosing selectively through a repertoire of them. 

“I think Hao-hyung likes it?” Gunwook replies, his words coming out the same as Ricky’s. Then, he stands up so fast his chair screeches back behind him. 

“Stop asking me stuff!” He yells. “This conversation is horrible! It’s like talking about our parents having sex.”

Ricky, brain still mush from Gunwook’s information, repeating a mantra of Hao likes it, Hao likes it, Hao likes it in his head, almost misses the way Gyuvin jerks at the implication of the couple as their mom and dad. For a second, Ricky thinks that he might be grossed out, but then the hand on his thigh tightens. He turns, slowly, as if not to alert Gyuvin that he’s studying him. His boyfriend’s eyes have widened every so slightly, his mouth parted slightly, a soft pink dusted across his nose bridge. Ricky’s seen that expression far too often to miss what it means. Gyuvin’s turned on. Ricky files that away, acknowledging how it makes him feel a bit better about his own weird kinks about the elder couple. How interesting. 

Gunwook looks at both of them with what seems like an expression of fear, as if they’re going to forcefully pull more information about Hanbin and Hao’s sex life out of him. “I’ll handle my blanket problem on my own, I think,” he stuttered out, stepping backwards. “Thanks!”

He took another step facing them, before turning on his heels and bursting out of the room. Ricky giggled at the sight. Next to him, Gyuvin takes a deep, shaky breath before laughing too. 

A silence settles between them. Gyuvin’s hand is still draped on his leg. Almost imperceptibly, he moves it up. Ricky’s a little too turned on to miss the fingers getting higher.  

“I-” Gyuvin started. He closed his mouth, licked his lips, and tried again. “I want to see Hao-hyung cry.”

He stated it objectively, as if he was telling Ricky a random fact he learned that day. Ricky looked at him, searching his face. Gyuvin refused to meet his eyes. 

“I want to make him cry.”

Ricky’s intake of breath was sharp. He placed his hand over Gyuvin’s. 

“I want Hanbin-hyung to break him. I want him to tear Hao-hyung apart right in front of me. And I want to help.” 

As he finished, he finally looked up at Ricky. Ricky brought up a hand, cupped his cheek daintily. The look in his eyes had Ricky’s heart hammering. It was the same look Gyuvin had when he fucked him, when he took totally control, when he wanted Ricky to give up everything to him. It made Ricky’s whole body shutter. 

“I want that, too,” Ricky whispered. He leaned in, his breath ghosting across Gyuvin’s lips. Gyuvin searched his face, looking for the honesty Ricky was willingly giving up. “I think about it all the time. I want that too. I want to wreck him like you guys wrecked me.”

The words had Gyuvin surging forward, slamming his lips against Ricky’s so hard he was knocked back. Gyuvin caught him at the waist, pulling him closer. Their tongues were aggressive in each other’s mouths, spit spilling from the seams of their lips. Gyuvin was panting into his mouth, his hands wandering underneath Ricky’s shirt in a way that was entirely inappropriate for their dining room table. Ricky couldn’t find it in himself to care. He wasn’t at all worried of the possibility of someone walking in, someone seeing, someone scolding. All his mind could focus on was Gyuvin’s body, pressed up hot against his, and the images of his friends, his hyungs , his perfect couple in his mind, the headboard banging against the wall, the sounds of Hao’s cries, the picture of Hanbin’s fingers sinking into soft, pale flesh.

—

Gyuvin cornered Gunwook a few days later, under the guise of being “worried” about Hanbin and Hao. Of course, Gunwook, sweet and kind and so, so gullible, believed Gyuvin really was concerned, and was completely unaware of the fact that Gyuvin had fucked his boyfriend the night before to the image of Hanbin’s face shrouded in anger. 

It almost made Gyuvin laugh when he thought about it. Just a few weeks ago, it was Hanbin and Hao who had been imagining Ricky and Gyuvin, who had been encompassed with thoughts of them sleeping together, and now it had shifted. He finally understood, now, the embarrassment that came with the thoughts, the urges to avoid the other couple at all costs. 

“They’ve just been so tense lately,” Gyuvin was explaining, lies falling from his lips a little too easy. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Ricky. “With all of the stress and promotions, they’re already on edge. I just want to make sure nothing pushes them over.”

I want to push them over. 

“So you want to know what makes hyung angry,” Gunwook recounted, “so that you can prevent him from getting angry? Why don’t you just ask Hanbin-hyung himself?”

“And remind him of being angry? That’s a terrible idea, Gunwook-ah,” Gyuvin pouted. That sounded believable, right? “Plus, you’re really the only one who has seen Hanbin-hyung really angry.”

Infuriating, considering how Gyuvin was the one who lived with them now. Gunwook had no idea how lucky he was. Gyuvin assumed Gunwook’s experiences had been before, back when they had all lived together for a short period of time, before the dorm arrangements shifted. Or, maybe in hotel rooms on tour. Or during sleepovers. Somehow, Gunwook had managed to accidentally stumble upon things Gyuvin and Ricky had been desperately searching for. 

“I told you earlier,” Gunwook said, still looking a bit embarrassed at the mention of the conversation they had. “He gets pretty mad when Hao-hyung doesn’t take care of himself.”

Well, that wasn’t an option. For as much as Gyuvin wants to feed into his desires, to see Hanbin and Hao in this altered state, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice Hao’s health for it. It wasn’t just Hanbin and Hao who suffered when Hao got in those obsessive states, watching his own fancams for hours to pick apart every detail, pulling all-nighters at the company to perfect every movement in the choreography, voice hoarse from singing the same lines over and over and never being satisfied, missing meals in attempts to get “more important things” done. That Hao, dead on his feet, put everyone on edge, ruined everyone’s mood. Especially when it all came to the fruition of Hao sobbing into Hanbin’s arms while Hanbin attempted his best at comfort, hands running through the elder’s hair and his own tears rolling down his cheeks. The sight of it always put a hole in Gyuvin’s chest. 

It was like watching your mom cry, his brain unhelpfully supplied. He batted it away desperately. 

“Anything else?” Gyuvin asked, attempting to keep the desperation out of his voice. “You said he gets mad when Hao-hyung talks to other guys.”

“Yeah,” Gunwook scratched the top of his head. “Hanbin-hyung gets jealous, sometimes.”

Only sometimes. It was unpredictable. Sometimes, a man could come up and drop every compliment he knew on Hao, could imply anything he wanted about his intentions, and all Hanbin would do is smile. Sometimes, the most stunning woman Gyuvin had ever seen could wrap her arm around Hao’s bicep and tell him she’d do anything to get him in her bed tonight, and Hanbin would throw an arm around Hao’s shoulders and laugh, face filled with pure amusement, and press a sloppy kiss onto Hao’s face after the women left, going on and on about how handsome his boyfriend was. And yet sometimes, according to Gunwook, Hanbin would get possessive, mean, and leave his mark on every part of Hao’s body, reminding the elder of just who he belonged to. What was the difference?

“When? With who?” It came out a bit too excited. 

Gunwook looked at him weirdly. Gyuvin cleared his throat, schooling his expression. “So I know to keep them away,” he added. 

“One time it was about Rui, I think. Another time it was one of Hao’s childhood friends. Yichen, I want to say?”

So the only people Hanbin got jealous of were Hao’s friends? It didn’t make much sense to Gyuvin, but then again, Hanbin never really did. 

Gyuvin made his way back to Ricky and Matthew’s dorm, giving a friendly greeting to the Canadian before finding Ricky in his room. He closed the door. 

“What’d you find out?” Ricky asked. He was sitting on his bed, long legs out in front of him, a nail file in hand. Gyuvin, only a man, instantly got distracted, eyes following Ricky’s bare legs from his pretty, smooth feet up to the hem of his shorts. When his eyes made their way back up to Ricky’s face, he noticed the pouty glare directed at him. God, his boyfriend was so pretty. 

“Really?” Ricky asked, feigning disgust. “Stop thinking with your dick and answer my question.”

“You like when I think with my dick,” Gyuvin, sliding into bed next to him and pulling Ricky in by the waist. “You like my dick.”

“I’m fine with it. We get along,” Ricky said, pushing against Gyuvin’s chest, who was leaning in to try and kiss him on the lips. He turned his face so Gyuvin missed, the kiss landing on his cheekbone. 

“Stop being prissy, kitty,” he grinned. 

Ricky’s glare sharpened in the way it always did when Gyuvin called him that. Unfortunately for him, it always made him look more like a cat. 

“Stop being horny, you dog,” Ricky replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Gyuvin took the opportunity to lean in and lick across the seam of Ricky’s lips. He let out a shocked noise, sputtering, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Are you ever going to answer my question?” 

Gyuvin blinked. Ricky always tasted so good. “What question?” He licked his lips. 

Ricky flicked him on the forehead. “Do you have short-term memory loss?”

Gyuvin frowned, rubbing the spot that was already turning red from Ricky’s fingers. “I do now.”

“I didn’t even hit you that hard.” Ricky rolled his eyes. “Gunwookie, Gyuvin. Did you ask him how to make Hanbin jealous?”

“Oh! Right.” He perked up. If he had ears on the top of his head, they would’ve stood tall. “He says Hanbin-hyung only gets jealous when Hao-hyung talks to his friends.”

Ricky’s brow furrowed. “His friends? That’s weird.”

Gyuvin shrugged, fingers moving down to play with the hem of Ricky’s shorts. “That’s what he said.”

Ricky’s chest stuttered a bit when Gyuvin’s hand slid underneath and up, making its way underneath the waistband and landing on his flat stomach. 

“O-kay,” he breathed out. “I can work with that. Grab my phone next to you. I’ll text Hanbin, ask him out to eat.”

Gyuvin, instead, moved forward, pushing his face into Ricky’s shoulder, palm raising up more, until Ricky’s shorts were pulled up with it, bunching in a way that would be almost uncomfortable if it weren’t for the trail of goosebumps Gyuvin was leaving on his skin. 

“In a second, Princess?” Gyuvin asked softly, breath ghosting across Ricky’s neck. 

Ricky let his head fall back, eyes closing as Gyuvin pulled his hand out, placing it instead on Ricky’s other thigh, bringing it to wrap around Gyuvin’s hips and sliding his own between Ricky’s legs. 

“In a second,” Ricky agreed. 

It took more than a second for Ricky to end up texting Hanbin. Not that it annoyed him that much, flushed and out of breath, several times more relaxed than he had been not too long ago. Gyuvin was still snuggled against him, regardless of the fact that they were both a bit hotter and sweatier. Ricky ran his hands through Gyuvin’s hair while he typed. 

Hanbin texted back almost instantly, ever the attentive hyung. 

Sure Ricky-ah! Where do you want to go? : >

Cute , Ricky thought. He texted back before carefully pulling himself out of Gyuvin’s grasp, despite the numerous whines and complaints. 

“Hyung wants to go out now. I have to go take a shower.”

Gyuvin grumbled out a few nonsensical words before Ricky leaned down, kissing him. Gyuvin smiled into it. “Love you,” he whispered when Ricky pulled away. 

“Love you too,” Ricky responded, before making his way out of the room and into the bathroom. 

They ended up meeting at a barbeque place not far from their dorms. Sitting down with Hanbin makes him realize how long it had been since the two of them hung out alone, and Ricky found himself enjoying it instantly. Sweet, kind Hanbin asked Ricky all about how he’d been, how his family was, how he and Gyuvin were, and went out of his way to mention all of the things he knew Ricky was into. It almost made Ricky feel bad for transitioning the conversation to one he was sure would anger the elder. All it took, though, for him to throw his inhibitions to the wind was Hanbin’s fingers wrapping around his glass, tightening when the beads of condensation made his hand slip a bit, and Ricky’s mind replacing the drink with pale, lithe wrists dotted with a few moles. 

“Soobin-sunbaenim and Hao-ge have been hanging out a lot lately, haven’t they?” 

Hanbin blinked up at him, obviously caught off guard by Ricky’s rocky switch of topic. He shrugged, tossing a piece of meat into his mouth. “Yeah! They’re good friends.”

“That’s weird. I feel like they haven’t known each other that long.”

Hanbin smiled pleasantly, as if the mere thought of Hao was making him happy. “They have similar personalities. Plus, you know how Hao is. He only has acquaintances and best friends, no in between.”

“Right,” Ricky nodded. It was true, after all. Hao and Soobin were both introverted but energetic, both acted like professional idols in front of cameras and attractive geeks when they were alone. Ricky thought of the way Hao’s eyes lit up when he told Ricky all of the plot twists in the movie he just watched, and how similar that look was to what Soobin portrayed describing his favorite bands. “He’s handsome, too. I bet that helps.”

“He really is.” Hanbin’s grin didn’t falter. 

“He’s tall, too. You know, Hao-ge did always used to go for tall guys.” Ricky paused. “Before you, of course.”

And there it was.  A crack in the façade. The corner of Hanbin’s mouth twitched, forcing itself down for just a beat. His eyes widened a bit, looking a little crazed. Then, it was gone, like it never existed at all. Dandelion wisps in the wind. 

“Looks like height wasn’t really that important to Hao after all,” Hanbin pointed out. His voice took on that hazy, blissful air it always did when he was thinking of his boyfriend. Then, he picked up a piece of meat, dropping it onto Ricky’s plate. “Make sure you’re getting your protein, Ricky.”

“Right,” Ricky mumbled, a little annoyed at how easily Hanbin was able to stay in control. He pushed harder. “The fans sure think its cute.”

Hanbin made a questioning sound close to a squeak. 

“Hao and Soobin, I mean. They call them Haobin. Just like you and Hao. Haobin.”

Hanbin laughed. “Right, I guess they are also Haobin. That’s silly.”

Ricky felt his eye twitch. “The fans say they look good together. Their looks compliment each other.”

Hanbin hummed. “Hao looks good with everyone. He’s so pretty. ”

Ricky’s jaw dropped. He wanted to scream, to grab Hanbin by the shoulders and yell What’s wrong with you! Who reacted like that? If fans were out there saying Gyuvin looked good with another man on his arm, Ricky would throw a fit. Instead, Hanbin just sat there clapping, cheering on any man that wanted to sidle up next to his boyfriend.

Hanbin shoved lettuce into Ricky’s mouth. He giggled, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “You look so cute right now, Ricky-yah. We should take a picture.”

And just like that, the conversation was done for. Ricky let out a huff before sliding next to Hanbin in the booth and pulling out his phone. “Okay, hyung. Let’s take a picture.”

Ricky tried more that night, with different friends of Hao’s. And yet, nothing. No reaction, no twitch, no complaint, and especially no anger. 

“I heard Hao met with Winwin-sunbaenim the other night,” Ricky would say. 

“He styled his hair in the cutest way to go out,” Hanbin would reply. 

“Do Yuqi and Hao still text all the time?” Ricky would ask. 

“Oh yes! And they went shopping together too. You should ask Hao to show you what she picked out for him. She has such great style.”

By the end of their dinner, Ricky wanted to bang his head against the wooden table. He cursed Gunwook under his breath, wondering how the younger’s advice could be so far off from giving Ricky what he wanted. 

It was even more embarrassing to go home that night, find Gyuvin still in his bed, and admit to the younger that Ricky had completely struck out. 

Humiliating, yes, but Ricky refused to give up. 

A few days later, Ricky made his way over to Gyuvin’s dorm with a mission. He texted his boyfriend to let him know as he walked through the threshold of their apartment. He found the couple sitting on the couch, Hao in Hanbin’s lap like there wasn’t limitless open space beside them. He had a bowl of popcorn in his lap that Hanbin would occasionally dig into, pulling pieces out only to feed them to Hao. Ricky flung himself into the chair to the right, settling into it with his legs over the arm. 

“Hi, Ricky,” Hao greeted. “We’re almost done with this episode, if you and Gyuvin-ah want to watch something.”

“It’s fine,” Ricky got out quickly. He was on edge, practically vibrating with excitement, confident in the success of his plan. 

Gyuvin walked out then, pressing a chaste kiss to Ricky’s lips before settling down next to Hanbin and Hao, instantly stealing some of their snack and popping it into his mouth.

“Hao-ge,” Ricky called out. The man in question tilted his head slightly, as if conveying how he was listening without taking his eyes off of the TV screen. 

“Have you talked to Xiaojun recently?”

Hao grinned, turning now only to look at Gyuvin when he spoke. He could never miss out on a good attempt to tease the younger, payback for all of the times Gyuvin had hidden around a corner to scare him. “Why? Do you miss him, Ricky?”

Ricky watched the way Gyuvin bristled under the comment, shooting Ricky a look as if to ask, Do you?

Ricky rolled his eyes. As attractive as a jealous Gyuvin was, that wasn’t the point. Ricky wanted something else, something more.  

“No, I just talked to him.” Ricky took a deep breath, settling his eyes on Hanbin. His eyes were glued to the screen, but Ricky noticed the way his fingers had stopped drumming against Hao’s stomach, a clear sign he was eavesdropping, switching from multitasking watching and a rhythm to watching and listening. “He said he missed you, though.”

It wasn’t a lie. Every time Ricky talked to the other idol, he somehow managed to bring up Zhang Hao, even implying a romantic interest in him every so often. Ricky had refrained from mentioning it in the past, knowing that the only thing it would do is strain Hao and Xiaojun’s friendship. But, now, it was of use to him. 

“Did he? I’ll have to text him,” Hao replied, turning back toward the TV and settling into Hanbin with a sigh. 

“You know, he did ask me if you were single.”

Hao raised a single eyebrow. Hanbin didn’t even flinch. “I didn’t think he wanted me like that,” Hao said simply.

“He does. He said that I should set you two up. He said he’d be okay if it was just sex, but he would also like to take you on a date.” It felt like too much information, too outright. Ricky flinched as the words left his mouth, feeling like he was being a little too bold and the elder couple was going to see right through him. 

Hao hummed, leaning his head back on Hanbin’s shoulder. His hands went down to play with Hanbin’s fingers. “How strange. What do you think about that, Hanbin-ah?”

The air was charged, both Ricky and Gyuvin sitting up in anticipation of the leader’s response. 

“I think you should go for it. Sounds like he really likes you.”

What the fuck?

Hao giggled, breaking the thick atmosphere. He leaned up to place a loud kiss on the underside of Hanbin’s jaw. “Ah, but I have everything I could ever want right here.”

“How sweet, hyung,” Hanbin laughed, eyes crinkling. He twisted his head so that Hao could plant another kiss, this time on his mouth. The kiss deepened, and they just sat there, making out, while Ricky and Gyuvin attempted to put their brains back together. When they broke apart, a string of spit connected their mouths. Hanbin licked his lips, breaking it. He glanced up. 

“Look at that. The show’s over.” He patted Hao’s hip, making the older stand as he followed right behind. “You wanna go take a shower now?”

Hao stretched, hands over his head. The bottom of his t-shirt raised up, a sliver of skin revealed. Ricky was pretty aware of the fact that everyone in the room was staring at that small line of stomach. Hao, though, seemed to miss it. 

“Yeah,” he replied, as his arms fell back down, smacking his lips. “You gonna come?”

“I have some laundry I need to put away,” Hanbin replied. “I’ll go after you.”

It didn’t go over Ricky’s head how domestic the conversation sounded, like Hanbin and Hao were already married, standing in the living room of the home they owned. Like one of them was just about to mention putting kids to bed. 

Hao wrapped both arms around Hanbin’s neck and fell forward onto him. Their lips connected once more, Hao’s body sagging between them with Hanbin’s hands clasped around his hips.

 “Okay. I’ll be right back,” Hao said after they parted. He turned toward Ricky and Gyuvin, who probably looked like steam was coming out of their ears. He gave them a weird look before speaking. “Let me know if you guys need anything.” 

Ricky had to refrain from spitting out an Okay, Mom. It didn’t help that the way they were standing, Hao with a hand on his cocked hip and Hanbin right behind him a palm on Hao’s shoulder, was a position Ricky could swear he’d seen his parents in before. Then, they turned and marched out of the room. 

Ricky wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Gyuvin spoke. 

“What the hell just happened,” he whispered. 

Ricky rubbed his fingers on his temples like he could feel a headache coming. “He just- he told Hao to go for it . While laughing! Who does that?”

“Did Gunwook lie to me? Was he pranking me?”

“I have brought up every single hot idol friend that Hanbin should be threatened by, and Hanbin has done nothing! Nothing but be supportive and loving and find it funny. Hell, you even got jealous before Hanbin did.”

Gyuvin muttered a quick “My bad,” before flopping back, laying down fully on the couch. “I don’t understand. If Hanbin-hyung had even a single jealous bone in his body, that should’ve set him off. Maybe Gunwook was imagining things.”

“Imagining Hao and Hanbin’s loud, rough sex? No one else does that other than us, Gyuvinnie.”

“Who knows! Maybe it was a dream. How could Gunwook have experienced it and no one else?”

“I mean, we didn’t really talk to anyone else about it,” Ricky pointed out. “God, maybe we should’ve peer reviewed. Asked Matthew or Taerae if they’d ever seen Hanbin get jealous.”

“I really believed him,” Gyuvin moaned, as if he was personally affronted. “I didn’t think Gunwookie could lie.”

“It seems like he did,” Ricky sighed. He got up to flop himself down on top of Gyuvin, the younger letting out an “Oof,” as he did so. 

“Let’s just watch something,” Ricky mumbled. “It’ll help us take our minds off our major failures.”

Gyuvin grabbed the remote from where Hanbin and Hao had left it and began scrolling through channels. He landed on an animated movie from his childhood, only to find out Ricky had never seen it. 

“Every Korean knows this movie!”

“I’m Chinese, Gyuvin,” he deadpanned. 

“Whatever!” Gyuvin replied, clicking on it. “You’re watching it now, then.”

He threw the remote on the couch somewhere behind him, bringing his arms to wrap around Ricky, who settled in comfortably. 

Half an hour in, Ricky could feel his eyes get heavier, his breathing get slower. He was almost knocked out when a thought occurred to him. 

“Gyuvin,” he slurred. 

He hummed in response, fingers trailing down Ricky’s spine. 

“Did Gunwook ever tell you which friends Hanbin was jealous of?”

Gyuvin hummed again. “Yeah, he did, actually. It was, uh,” he paused for a second, trying to recall. “Kuanjui, he said. And some guy named Yichen."

Ricky sat up like he had been electrocuted. His eyes were wide. Gyuvin flinched under him, clearly unprepared for the reaction. “Are you serious? Kuanjui?”

Gyuvin pulled his head back, clearly confused. “Yes? Why?”

Ricky slapped him on the chest. “Jesus Christ, Gyuvin. Why wouldn’t you tell me this?”

“I didn’t think it was important! What’s the big deal?”

Ricky looked at him incredulously. “Gyuvin. Hao and Kuanjui used to date.”

Gyuvin froze. “You’re kidding.”

“You were at Yuehua, too!” Ricky all but shouted. “You should know this.”

“I thought they were close friends!”

“They had sex, Gyuvin. Hao brought Kuanjui to meet his parents.”

“What the fuck,” Gyuvin breathed out. “Okay, I didn’t know any of this, so you can’t blame me.”

“I can very much blame you. Hanbin isn’t jealous of Hao’s friends, dumbass. He’s jealous of his exes. ”

“Well, we don’t entirely know that,” Gyuvin pointed out. Ricky gave him a funny look. 

“Kuanjui is his ex, but we don’t know the Yichen guy. He could be anyone.”

Ricky blinked. The name sounded so familiar. Yichen. Yichen. He could almost hear it coming from Hao’s voice, but he couldn’t place the memory. 

“I know that name.”

Gyuvin sat up, jostling Ricky with hope in his eyes. “How?”

“Hao’s mentioned him. I know he has.” Ricky hopped up. 

Gyuvin made a confused puppy sound. “Where are you going?”

“To find out,” Ricky yelled in reply. He had to stop himself from sprinting to Hao and Hanbin’s bedroom. The door was closed, so he flung it open. Hao and Hanbin both looked up in surprise when he did so. Hao was curled up, phone half an inch from his face. Hanbin had been lying on his back behind him, but sat up and laid his head on Hao’s shoulder when Ricky burst in, one arm lazily flung over Hao’s body to keep himself anchored, looking at Ricky in the doorway. 

“Ricky?”  Hanbin asked carefully, sounding worried. Ricky could only imagine how crazed he looked at the moment. 

“Did you date Yichen?” Ricky called out, ignoring Hanbin. He sounded breathless. 

Hao’s eyes went wide, his eyebrows coming together. “What?”

“Yichen. Is he your ex?”

“What-” Hao sputtered. “Why is this important, Ricky? Why are you asking me this right now?”

“Answer the question.” RIcky’s voice sounds weird, like it's being squeezed out of a tiny space in his throat, choked and high pitched. 

There’s something swimming in Hao’s eyes. Ricky can see it from here. It’s only when the elder’s eyes slide to the side, landing on the head on his shoulder before coming back to Ricky does he recognize it. Panic. 

“No,” Hao forces out. “Yichen and I-” 

He cuts himself off with a squeak. When he finishes, it's rushed. “We never dated.”

Ricky felt like his hope was crumbling. He was so close to understanding, so close to finally getting what he wanted. What was Hao hiding? 

“I know him, though,” Ricky called out desperately. He almost stamped his foot on the ground in anger, fists clenched. “I remember you talking about him. How do I know him?”

Hao calls out a soft, whispered “No,” while Ricky is speaking. It’s weird, out of place. When Ricky finishes, breathing heavy, he finds Hao has buried his face in his hands. 

“Ricky, drop it.” His voice is high, airy, muffled. 

“Hao, I’ve heard that name from you. Who’s Yichen?”

Hao pulls his hands away. When he meets Ricky’s gaze, there’s a sheen over his eyes. Ricky’s stomach turns. A hot feeling comes over him. 

“Yichen’s my friend. I lost my virginity to him.”

It all comes flashing back. Ricky, sitting on the floor of Yuehua Entertainment, giggling with Hao and a few other trainees. A game of Truth or Dare, Hao proudly answering the “How many bodies do you have?” question, knowing half of the people in there want to be next on the list. And then, rounds later, “Who was your first?” 

Yichen. He was one of my best friends, back in China. He still is!

And suddenly, it clicks for Ricky. 

Hanbin was essentially perfect. He did everything with ease and grace. He took on any challenge presented to him. He worked tirelessly, remained devoted, committed, focused. Because Hanbin wanted to be the best. Hanbin wanted to be number one, the person to find success before anyone else, a go-getter, a trailblazer, prolific. Hanbin wants to be first. And there was no place Hanbin was his truer self than with Zhang Hao. 

“Yichen was the first person you had sex with,” Ricky whispered, eyes wide. “Kuanjui was the first boyfriend who met your parents.”

Suddenly, every little bit of gossip Hao had shared with him, on the floors of Yuehua, under blankets during Boys Planet, over drinks not too long ago, Ricky began spouting off. He felt like a miner who had just struck gold. He was blindsided by his own realization, his mouth moving without thinking. 

“You had your first kiss freshman year of high school. Muyang was the first guy who ever touched you, junior year, and he was also your first real relationship. You said I love you for the first time to Jun, in college. You-”

“Are you done?”

Ricky froze. So lost in his own head, so distracted, Ricky had missed the way Hanbin’s face had been darkening. When he spoke, it was like a cold spell came over the room. The tone of voice, the brash anger of the words, Ricky had only heard one other time before. And now, the murderous gaze was directed right at him. 

Ricky’s lips felt frostbitten, numb. “I was just-” he sputtered out. 

Hanbin tilted his head slightly, not unlike a wild animal threatening an intruder. “Telling me all of the things other men took from me?”

Took from me. Like they were rightfully Hanbin’s. Like someone else had stolen them. 

His voice was rough. Deep. He was terrifying, in a way Ricky had never seen Hanbin in his life. 

“Hanbin,” Hao called out. He reached a hand up, to place it on the side of Hanbin’s face. Ricky saw the way it shook. 

“Quiet, Hao,” Hanbin cut in. He was seething. “You let them take it.” 

Before Hao’s hand could ever reach Hanbin’s cheek, Hanbin grabbed it, forcing it down in front of Hao like he couldn’t bear the idea of Hao’s hands touching him. Hao’s hands, that have touched other men. 

Hanbin forced both of Hao’s wrists together, holding them with one hand, tight enough that Ricky knew his bones were probably rubbing together uncomfortably. With his other, Hanbin slid it underneath Hao’s shirt. Ricky watched the way it moved up his body underneath the fabric. 

Hanbin leaned in, right next to Hao’s ear. He bit the lobe. Hao flinched viciously. He stayed strangely still after, as if he were a cornered animal. “All of the things you should’ve saved for me,” he whispered, loud enough for Ricky to hear. “You let other people have.”

Then, Hanbin let go of Hao’s wrists. He brought his hand up, threading it through Hao’s hair. Ricky saw the way Hao clenched in anticipation before Hanbin yanked back, pulling on the locks. He slipped his hand under Hao’s thigh and pulls that back against him too, so that all of Hao is tightly pressed against him, curved in a way that seems unbearably uncomfortable. 

Hao let out a noise, a cross between a sob and a moan. Ricky doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his entire life. Hanbin buried his face between Hao’s neck and shoulder. His eyes are sharp when he looks at Ricky. It feels like he’s been shot in the chest. 

“Get the fuck out, Ricky,” Hanbin growls. “Get the hell out of our apartment.” 

And then one of his hands is sliding behind Hao, and Ricky watches his hyung’s eyes roll back in his head. 

Ricky stumbles back, closing the door with such force it sends a crack throughout the dorm. He practically races to find Gyuvin, still on the couch, a worried look on his face. 

He crashes his lips against Gyuvin’s, desperate enough that their teeth clack together. He pulls Gyuvin up, dragging him toward the door. Gyuvin’s laughing against his mouth. 

“Ricky? What’s going on? Where are we-”

“My apartment,” he interrupts breathlessly, then kisses Gyuvin once more before pushing him out the front door. 

“What? Why?” 

“Many reasons,” Ricky answered, dragging him toward the elevator and clicking the button to his floor an outrageous amount of times before Gyuvin pulls him back. “Hanbin might’ve killed me if I stayed. I need you to fuck me right now. I need to tell you all of the things that just happened. Hao and Hanbin are having sex. Many reasons.”

Gyuvin’s jaw dropped. Thankfully, the elevator arrived and Ricky could yank him out, dashing toward his door. Matthew was on the couch when he entered, and he yelled out a quick, “We’re about to fuck!” before entering his room. He faintly heard Matthew groan and the front door slam. 

“What did you do?” Gyuvin asked as Ricky pushed him back onto the bed, crawling onto his lap. 

“It’s firsts, Gyuvin,” Ricky explained. He took off his shirt. “Hanbin gets jealous because he knows that other people took Hao’s firsts. All of them. God, you should’ve seen him. The look on his face, the sound of his voice, the things he did to Hao- and Hao. Hao looked so- so- trapped,” Ricky got out. “Like prey. Like Hanbin was going to eat him alive.”

He was pulling at the hem of Gyuvin’s shirt when Gyuvin grabbed his hands and flipped them around, Ricky’s back on the bed. 

“We can’t do this,” Gyuvin whimpered out.

Ricky’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “What the fuck?” 

“We can’t have sex to them without telling them! We need to tell them first.”

“They’re a little preoccupied, Gyuvin,” Ricky practically yelled. He wriggled underneath Gyuvin’s weight. “They’re not going to care. They did it to us!”

“It’s different,” Gyuvin said, running a hand through his hair. “We pissed him off! What if he’s really mad? I can’t in good conscious orgasm to the thought of that.”

“He’s not mad, Gyuvin. They’ll be fine! Just fuck me.”

“You don’t know that. Hanbin is probably really angry at us right now.”

“Gyuvin!” Ricky whined out. “Hao and Hanbin are fine!”

“They’re going to hate us now!”

Ricky could see the way Gyuvin was spiraling. He saw the horniness dissolve from Gyuvin’s face. He couldn’t let it happen. He was so desperate, so hard, that he’d do anything to turn Gyuvin on right now. So, Ricky whipped out the big guns. 

“Mommy and Daddy are way too busy fucking each other to think twice about us!”

Ricky was immensely glad Matthew had left. The shout echoed through the empty apartment, and Ricky would rather die than admit to having said it. 

Gyuvin’s whole body went rigid. He looked down at Ricky in a mix of fear and disbelief. He opened his mouth, then closed it. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He grabbed Gyuvin by the neck, bringing him down to press their lips together. “Mom and Dad. Our parents?”

“Ricky,” Gyuvin whimpers out. “Princess. Don’t say- you can’t-”

“You like thinking about them like that, seeing them like that. You like when Hao cares for you, when he feeds you, when he cleans up for you, plays with you, when he’s soft, caring, strong; like a mother. And you like when Hanbin disciplines you. When he leads you, when he says he’s proud of you, like a father. You like how they care for us, provide for us, and put us first. Such a good mom and dad, so good to their kids.”

Gyuvin’s face was bright red, and Ricky was sure his was the same. But he didn’t stop, because he felt the way Gyuvin was hardening against his leg. 

“But more than that?” Ricky continued. “You like thinking about what they do for each other. When Hao waits up for him at night like a wife waiting for her husband to come home. When Hao wakes up early to see Hanbin off to his MC duties, cooking his breakfast, helping him button his shirt, a wife sending her husband off to work. You like watching how Hanbin drops his head into Hao’s lap after a difficult schedule, and Hao massages him, telling him how the kids are.”

Ricky pops the button on Gyuvin’s jeans open. He slides his palm down Gyuvin’s stomach, until he reaches where he wants and softly wraps his hand around Gyuvin’s dick. 

“You like thinking about how well Hanbinnie fucks his wife, how Hao spreads his legs for his husband, how they whisper into each other’s mouths about starting a family-”

Gyuvin breaks. 

—

Ricky has been scheming too much lately. Or, that’s what Gyuvin likes to say. He’s not wrong, but Ricky will never give him the satisfaction of admitting that. Also, Ricky wants to point out that his scheming always works out well for them. The last of Ricky’s schemes had them fucking each other harder and more desperate than they had in weeks. The sex had Ricky sobbing in bed, and had Gyuvin coming so hard he collapsed on top of Ricky and fell instantly asleep (Ricky was quite pissed at him for that one, though. It was disgusting when they woke up together a few hours later.) And Ricky’s whole, let’s make them walk in on us fucking until they finally man-up and have a foursome with us was life changing, so Ricky feels like Gyuvin should really just start supporting any of his so-called “evil plans.”

Evil, because Ricky wants to push Hanbin either further than he did last week. 

None of them had specifically talked about it, as they tended to do after situations such as these. Hanbin had seen Ricky the next day, a high blush on his cheeks, and bowed deeply to him. Ricky almost laughed at the repentance Hanbin was displaying. 

“I’m really sorry, Ricky-ah. I kind of lost it yesterday. Please forgive me. That was entirely inappropriate.”

“You’ve had your dick inside of me,” Ricky pointed out. 

Hanbin surged forward, hands lingering a few inches from Ricky’s mouth as if prepared to cover it up. “Jesus, Ricky! Don’t say that here.”

Here , being in a back room, getting makeup done before a photoshoot. It probably wasn’t the best place to mention their sexual history. Thankfully, there seemed to be no one within earshot of the two of them. 

Ricky shrugged. “I’m just saying, hyung. Don’t be sorry. We’re well past ‘inappropriate’.”

Hanbin nodded, still looking a bit sheepish. Ricky sighed, feeling a little like he was older than Hanbin in that moment, and pulled the leader into a hug. He felt Hanbin relax against him. 

“Is this something I should be worried about?”

They broke apart, only to find Hao standing beside them, hip cocked and foot tapping like he was impatient. There was a pout on his lips, the one you could find there more often than not. 

Ricky snorted. “Don’t be dramatic, Gege. I’m not stealing your man.”

“He’s not my man anymore.”

“Hyung,” Hanbin whined out. Ricky raised his eyebrows. If Hanbin was pulling the ‘hyung’ card, he must really be in trouble. “You told me you wouldn’t be mad if I got you coffee.”

“Well, coffee doesn’t stop my back from hurting, does it?”

“I said sorry.” Hanbin was pouting too, now. Ricky felt like he was watching kindergartners flirt. You know, if they weren’t talking about sex right now. 

“You didn’t seem sorry. You seemed proud.”

The corner of Hanbin’s lips twitched. Hao gasped, pointing a finger at his mouth in disbelief. “You still are! I can’t believe you. You have no idea how uncomfortable it is to sit in the makeup chair like this.”

“And I take full blame, hyung. What can I do to make you take me back?”

“Nothing,” Hao glared, crossing his arms. 

Hanbin stared at him for a second, as if debating whether or not it was worth the risk of pulling the elder into his arms right now. There were a lot of random people milling about, but no management, so Hanbin reached forward, grabbing him by the wrists that he kept tightly against his chest. They could always just claim fanservice or skinship if someone caught them, anyways. 

“I’m begging, Gege. I miss you already.”

Hao kept his gaze forward, pointedly ignoring the leader. “I got chewed out by the makeup artist, Bin-ah. I tried to convince her I burned myself with a curling iron. I don’t think she believed me. She asked me how I burned myself on the chest with my hair this short.”

“I didn’t know they’d be putting you in such a low-cut shirt.” 

“You shouldn’t have left marks in the first place,” Hao argued back. 

Hanbin pulled back, brushing one of Hao’s curls off his forehead. “You’re right. It’s my fault entirely. I’m sorry, baby. What can I do?”

Hao turned his head up, as if the ceiling was really interesting to him.

“Come on, baby. I’ll do anything you want. Stop being angry. Please?” His fingers grazed against Hao’s. He hummed. “Hm? I’m all yours. Anything you want, laopo. ”

Ricky choked on his own spit. 

“Be a good boy today, laogong, and maybe I’ll think about forgiving you.”

It was like Ricky’s throat seized up, and he began coughing, aggressively, definitely ruining the moment. Hanbin and Hao both turned to him, worried looks on their faces. 

“Are you sick?” Hao asked, curious and soft. He came forward to place the back of his hand on Ricky’s forehead. 

“I’m okay,” Ricky forced out, voice hoarse. “Just need some water, I think.”

He moved away, searching for one specific face in the room full of people. Finally, he spotted Gyuvin not too far, talking to Yujin about a new video game they wanted to play. Ricky made his way toward him, grabbing a bottle of water on the way. 

Interrupting Gyuvin mid-sentence, Ricky leaned in, whispering in his ear where no one else would hear it, “Hanbin and Hao call each other husband and wife as pet names.”

Ricky unscrewed the cap on his water while walking away, distantly hearing the iced Americano in Gyuvin’s hand go crashing to the floor, followed by Yujin’s yelling. 

Gyuvin cornered him after the photoshoot that day in Ricky’s bedroom, bursting down the door. “You are an asshole, Princess.” 

Ricky feigned innocence, blinking. “Why’s that?”

Gyuvin flopped onto Ricky’s bed next to him, jostling the elder. “You gave me a boner in the middle of a photoshoot.”

Ricky burst out laughing. “You’re kidding,” he got out through giggles. “It turned you on that much?”

“Everything about them is turning me on lately.” Gyuvin groaned, throwing a forearm over his eyes. “I can’t even hang out with them anymore, and I live with them. What am I supposed to do?”

Ricky wiped tears from his eyes, still giggling a bit at the predicament he’d put Gyuvin in. He turned and crawled over Gyuvin, pulling the arm from his face. “I have a solution.”

Gyuvin looked up at him, eyes narrowing. “No,” he said, finally. 

Ricky sputtered. “You have no idea what I was going to say!”

“You have your evil cat face on.”

“What the hell is that?” 

“You know.”

Ricky stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. “Whatever,” he said eventually, sitting back on Gyuvin’s legs. “I’m just saying. There’s one way to really get rid of those emotions.”

He paused, as if for dramatic effect. “Fuck it out,” he finished, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Gyuvin groaned. “I knew you were planning something. Evil cat face.”

“You are such a nerd.”

“You love this nerd.”

“I would love this nerd more if he’d join in on my strategy.”

“Which is, I’m guessing, to piss Hanbin off again and not leave this time?”

“Exactly. We really are soulmates.”

“How are we supposed to do that, Ricky? He’s so embarrassed that he lost control in front of you. He’s not going to let that happen again.”

“Which just means we’re going to have to make him really, really jealous,” Ricky grinned, dragging a finger down Gyuvin’s chest. “We’re going to steal one of Hao’s firsts.”

Gyuvin snorted. “Yeah, right. What could we possibly-”

“We’re going to be the first to make Zhang Hao speak Mandarin in bed.”

A pregnant pause. 

“Ricky,” Gyuvin breathed out. “They’re not going to let us do that.”

“They will. We just have to make them unbearably horny, and then they’re up for anything. No embarrassment, no second guessing themselves like they always do. Don’t let them be the responsible, in-control, parental hyungs they always are.”

Gyuvin stared at Ricky, searching his face. “How much of this have you planned out?”

“All of it,” Ricky said, nibbling on a fingernail. “It’ll work.”

Gyuvin placed his hands on Ricky’s thighs where they were caged around his stomach. “What are you scheming, Princess?”

“We just stop them from having sex with each other, and then we get Hao-ge alone.”

Gyuvin let out an incredulous laugh. “Stop them from having sex? You want to cockblock Hanbin-hyung and Hao-hyung.”

Ricky nodded. 

“You’re insane.” 

“It’ll work,” Ricky repeated. 

–-

Gyuvin has ‘accidentally’ walked in on Hanbin and Hao 3 times this week. At this point, he thinks they might just continue the next time he does it. 

The first time, Gyuvin notices they’re later to breakfast than usual. Without a second thought, only Ricky’s directions in his head (he’s too whipped to even consider not following exactly what Ricky tells him), Gyuvin barges in their bedroom, only to find Hanbin on his forearms over Hao, locked in a passionate makeout session. At the bang of their door against the wall, they jump apart. They both look up at Gyuvin in confusion. He flounders for a second before letting out a weak excuse. 

“You didn’t come to breakfast.”

They continue staring, disbelief written on their faces before Hanbin drops his forehead onto Hao’s shoulder with a sigh.

 “We’re coming, Gyuvin-ah,” he says, sitting up and sliding out from under the covers. Gyuvin does his best to avoid staring at the obvious bulge in his pants. 

The second time, they’re in the shower. Gyuvin watched as they entered the apartment together, only to find neither of them around an hour later and the sound of water falling in the bathroom. Hanbin and Hao showering together wasn’t an unusual thing, considering the fact that they only had one bathroom and three people living together, but Gyuvin couldn’t allow any funny business. Otherwise, the whole plan is fucked. He walked up to the bathroom door, steeling himself, before banging on it with a fist. 

“Hyung! I need to pee, open the door.”

He heard cursing from inside, a few things falling. 

“Um, Gyuvinnie. Can’t you- ah- wait a second?” Hanbin’s voice was wobbly. 

“I can’t,” Gyuvin whined, trying to sound as boner-killing as possible. “I have to go right now. Can’t you just unlock the door?”

“Seriously, I’m a little preoccupied,” Hanbin replied. “You really can’t hold it?”

“I’ll die, hyung. I already have to pee so bad it hurts.”  Well, that was certainly unsexy. He feels he’s doing a pretty good job of turning them off. 

A huff, then the sound of a shower curtain opening. The door unlocked, and Gyuvin flung it open. In front of him stood Hao, a towel around his waist. His hair was damp and excessively messy. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were teary and red. He looked a bit like a wet dog, a miserable expression on his face. Gyuvin had no doubts as to what he just broke up. 

He feigned surprise, though. “Hao-hyung! What are you doing here?”

Hao glared. “Go pee, Gyuvin-ah,” he muttered, before squeezing between him and the wall and leaving the bathroom. 

Next to him, in the shower, he could see Hanbin leaning against the tiled walls, breathing heavy. 

The next day, Hanbin and Hao had disappeared into a bathroom backstage after a performance. Gyuvin didn’t think twice about it, until Ricky looked at him with a wicked grin and asked, “What do you think they’re doing in there?”

He begged Ricky to be the one to do it, this time, since Gyuvin had been the perpetrator every other instance, and Ricky only agreed after several promises of strawberry pastries and shopping sprees that Gyuvin was likely going to regret when his boyfriend cashed them in. 

Ricky left then, and came back a few minutes later with the older couple in tow. They both walked a bit awkwardly, the movement Gyuvin was perfectly familiar with, of trying to ignore your own hard dick tucked into your waistband. Hao had a blooming mark on his shoulder that appeared and disappeared with every shift of his shirt. Hanbin’s hair was completely wrecked, no longer resembling its earlier, gelled state. 

Hanbin grabbed Ricky’s wrist before he walked back to Gyuvin. “You said we were leaving. Everyone’s still sitting here.”

“Oh,” Ricky replied, looking around as if just realizing everyone was still in the room. “I must’ve heard them wrong then. My bad.”

He pulled his hand out of Hanbin’s grip. Hanbin let his own fall back to his side. He looked close to crying. Slumped over, he dragged his feet to the other couch in the room, all but collapsing onto it. Hao followed close behind. 

The third time, Gyuvin felt genuine remorse. He had just gone out with Taerae and Matthew for dinner, telling Hanbin and Hao he’d be back around ten that night. But, Taerae and Matthew ended up challenging each other to a shot contest way too early into the hangout, and soon he was dragging both of them back to their respective dorms before making his way back to his own. It was close to eight when he opened the door. 

Instantly, he was hit by the sound of sex. Hao’s high, breathy moans echoed around the living room where Gyuvin was standing, mixing with Hanbin’s lower, harder ones and the sounds of the bed creaking. Gyuvin sent a quick prayer up to God, asking for strength and forgiveness for what he was about to do. He took a deep breath, then kicked his bare foot against their coffee table, hard. It took everything in him not to scream, pain bursting through his toes. He limped his way over to Hanbin and Hao’s room, opening the door and stumbling through. 

Hanbin was on the bed, head against the headboard, staring up at Hao. His hands were wrapped around Hao’s waist, helping to drag him up and back down. His feet were planted on the bed, allowing his hips to thrust up and meet Hao halfway. Hao’s hands were steeled on Hanbin’s knees as he rode him, his head tossed back in bliss, eyes closed. 

Hanbin turned toward the open door, face morphing from pleasure to horror. He practically threw Hao next to him, grabbing a blanket to cover them both up.

“Gyuvin?” He yelled. “What are you doing?”

Hao’s face popped up behind him, still looking a little drunk on pleasure. “Gyuvinnie, what the fuck ?”

“I think I broke my toe,” Gyuvin forced out through gritted teeth. “I need help.”

Hanbin sputtered. “You think- what the fuck!” 

“It hurts,” Gyuvin pouted, attempting to appeal to their parental instincts. They both stared at him in disbelief. Gyuvin looked down at his own toe to see that it had began bleeding, a small gash at the tip. God had listened to his prayer. “It’s bleeding.”

Hanbin looked down at Gyuvin’s feet. A pause, then a sigh. With the most reluctance Gyuvin had ever seen in a person, Hanbin reached down onto the floor, grabbing a pair of boxers and sliding them on. He slipped out from under the covers. 

“Gege, where’s the first aid kit?” He asked without turning around, ushering Gyuvin out of the room. 

“Under the sink,” Hao called out after him. He had fallen back onto the bed, an arm flung over his eyes. 

Hanbin had taken care of his injury that night, promising Gyuvin multiple times that his toe wasn’t broken. He wrapped it up and helped Gyuvin open a cold pack to reduce the swelling. He made Gyuvin swear to be more careful from then on, though Gyuvin could tell he was saying that more in a don’t interrupt my sex life again and less of a don’t stub your toe again. When they finally parted and Hanbin made his way back to his room, Hao was fast asleep. 

Ricky had full-on cackled when Gyuvin told him about that night. 

“You almost broke your foot,” he shouted, falling back onto the bed, overrun with laughter. “You almost broke your foot to stop them from having sex.”

“What was I supposed to do,” Gyuvin gawked. “I couldn’t just burst in there with no explanation!”

Ricky, still snickering, sat up. “I’m just saying, Gyuvinnie. How horny do you have to be to put your toes on the line?”

Gyuvin tackled him, then, which only made Ricky laugh harder. 

Unexpectedly, cockblocking Hanbin and Hao started to have adverse effects on other people, too. The couple got snappy and tense, with shorter fuses than usual. A joke from Yujin that Hao could usually take in stride had him turning away in irritation. An argument with Matthew that Hanbin had a million times before had him clenching his fists, holding himself back from letting it get physical. It was confusing the rest of the band, all of the others who didn’t know what was going on. 

“Do you think they’re fighting?” Gunwook asked, when everyone in the band was together, save for Hanbin who was talking to management and Hao in the bathroom. “They’re angry at everyone lately, and they won’t sit next to each other.”

He sounded genuinely worried, which would be adorable if it weren’t for the real reason of Hanbin and Hao’s strange behavior. 

Thankfully, it was Matthew, who’s lack of filter usually got them all into trouble, that saved Gyuvin the effort of attempting to calm the younger. “Don’t be silly, Gunwook-ah. It’s because they’re horny.”

The statement was met with a chorus of complaints, and Jiwoong reaching over to cover Yujin’s ears. 

“Don’t say that,” Taerae complained, a disgusted look on his face.

“I’m just being honest here!” Matthew defended. “Usually, they’re difficult to be around because of all the lovey-dovey couple stuff, but it’s worse now. They keep eye-fucking each other across the room.”

Another round of scandalized noises. 

“Plus, Hanbin told me that they haven’t had sex in a while.” His eyes slid, almost imperceptibly, over to Gyuvin. “They keep getting interrupted.”

“I do not want to talk about this,” Gunwook huffed, standing up. 

Matthew cracked up. “Come back, Gunwook-ah. I’m done. I promise.”

Gunwook put both hands up in the air, as if surrendering. “I don’t want to hear about Mom and Dad’s sex life.”

“Of course not,” Matthew replied, taking it in stride, pulling Gunwook into his arms with a huff. “It would be weird, to say, for example, that Hanbin said he was close to getting on his knees in the middle of-”

Gunwook jumped up, an affronted noise coming out of his mouth. “You’re horrible.”

Matthew fell back in laughter at the look on Gunwook’s face. Jiwoong was giving him a dirty look, hands still tightly clasped over Yujin’s ears, though it was quite clear the youngest could still hear everything, if the horrified look on his face was anything to go by.

At that moment, Hao walked in, and the conversation was instantly shut down. He looked at them suspiciously as silence filled the air. 

“Hao-hyung,” Gunwook called out desperately, anything to escape the awkwardness of the current situation. “Do you want to go film a TikTok with me?”

He pulled the elder out of the room before Hao could even answer. 

As soon as they left, Gyuvin grabbed Ricky, dragging him to a corner of the room where no one could hear them. 

“Whatever is next in your little plan should probably come right about now,” Gyuvin muttered. “Before we end up tearing the band apart.”

Ricky brushed a hand through Gyuvin’s hair. “Don’t be so keyed-up, Gyuvinnie. Everyone will be fine.”

Gyuvin shot him a look of doubt. Ricky responded with a grin. “Fine. I’m going to invite Hao over to watch a movie tonight. Make sure Hanbin-hyung doesn’t come, okay?”

Gyuvin nodded, taking deep breaths while Ricky walked away. God, the things Gyuvin does for good sex. This must be a mental disorder or something.

There was a pout on Hanbin’s face when Gyuvin and Hao were getting ready to leave that night. 

“Why are both of you invited but I’m not?” Hanbin whined, hands coming up to set themselves on Hao’s hips. 

“Ricky wants to watch a horror movie. You know you can’t handle those things, hyung,” Gyuvin pointed out, reciting exactly what Ricky had told him to.

“I can try,” Hanbin grumbled. His hands moved to the front of Hao’s waistband, sliding under it slightly. Gyuvin watched the way they both sunk into each other a bit more. 

“Why don’t you just let Gyuvin go?” Hanbin said softly, nuzzling into the side of Hao’s neck. “I’m sure they could use some alone time. We could too, laopo. ”

The last part came out quieter, as if it were something for just the two of them to hear. Unfortunately, Gyuvin heard it loud and clear. 

“You promised Ricky, Hao-hyung,” Gyuvin spurted out, almost shouting. “You know how sulky he gets if you break a promise.”

Hao grimaced. “He’s right, baby.” 

Hanbin made a wounded noise. He pulled his hands away. Hao turned around, palms cupping the leader’s face. “I’ll come back tomorrow and spend some time with you, okay?”

Another quiet comment, like a secret, something too personal. “I’m going to go crazy, Gege,” Hanbin whispered. 

Hao pressed a chaste, quick kiss to his lips. Gyuvin knew that if he did anything more, anything deeper, he would probably have to pull them off each other. 

“Let me go to Ricky tonight, and tomorrow I’ll let you do anything you want.”

Gyuvin felt close to spontaneous combustion. Hanbin looked close to it, too.

Another rough, wounded sound. “Okay. Okay, baby. I love you.”

Hao smiled, tucking a piece of Hanbin’s hair behind his ear. “I love you too, laogong. Text me before you go to bed tonight.”

Hanbin nodded, reluctantly letting Hao slide out of his grip and grab the bag he had packed earlier to sleep over at Ricky’s. Gyuvin went over, wrapping a hand around Hao’s bicep, pulling him out the door. 

He called out a quick, “Bye, Hyung!” as it closed. 

Ricky was already on the couch when they arrived, Matthew nowhere to be found. “Matt went out to grab snacks and go hang out with Hanbin. Said he felt bad we were leaving him out,” Ricky said, in lieu of hello. 

“Oh, that’s good,” Hao smiled. “I felt bad, too.”

“Don’t worry about it, Hyung,” Gyuvin replied, pulling Hao toward the couch and plopping him down. He sat down beside him so that Hao was squished between Ricky and Gyuvin. “We’ll have so much fun tonight you’ll forget all about it.”

Gyuvin didn’t miss the way Hao’s eyebrows furrowed for a second, or the way Ricky’s mouth twitched. 

“Right,” Ricky added. “The movie looks really good.”

Gyuvin watched as Ricky scrolled with the remote, seeming to have no idea what he was about to put on. He settled on a random new release, clicking play without thinking twice. He moved closer to Hao after putting the remote down. Gyuvin did the same. 

The movie was unbearably terrible. Gyuvin didn’t think he’d ever seen worse actors in his entire life. Hao laughed out loud multiple times, which was not a good sign for a horror movie that wasn’t supposed to have an ounce of comedy. Halfway through, though, Ricky pulled out his phone, typing something out quickly and shoving it back away. Gyuvin’s phone buzzed next to him. 

It was a group chat, with Ricky and Hanbin. A single text from Ricky, and it had Gyuvin’s eyes bulging out of his head. 

We’re going to fuck your boyfriend tonight, Hanbinnie. Don’t worry, we’ll send pics! 

Gyuvin turned toward Ricky, jaw dropped. He was staring forward, eyes on the screen. Seeing Gyuvin out of the corner of his eye, Hao turned, looking a bit taken aback at the expression on his face. 

“Are you okay, Gyuvin-ah?” 

Ricky’s hand appeared on Hao’s chin. He pulled Hao to look at him instead. 

“I really can’t focus on the movie, hyung,” Ricky complained, lips slightly quirked up. 

“Well, it’s really horrible,” Hao replied, laughing a bit awkwardly. “Bad pick, Ricky.”

“That’s my bad, Gege,” Ricky answered softly. “We don’t have to keep watching it. How about we do something else instead?”

It would take an idiot to miss the teasing lilt in Ricky’s voice. The airiness, showing exactly what he was propositioning. 

Hao’s lips parted slightly. “What?”

Ricky’s other hand landed on Hao’s thigh, trailing over the skin on his leg. “It’ll be a lot more enjoyable than this,” Ricky promised. 

Slowly, as if a character in the movie they were just paying attention to, Hao turned to look at Gyuvin. Gyuvin couldn’t imagine how desperate his own expression looked after just seconds of watching Ricky mess with Hao. Whatever it was had Hao’s breath catching in his throat. 

“I don’t think-” Hao choked when Gyuvin’s hand joined Ricky’s on his body. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Gyuvin asked, taking on a kicked-puppy look. “Haven’t you been so desperate lately, hyung? We can help.”

Hao’s head whipped between the two of them. “You did that on purpose?” His voice was irritated. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Ricky waved off. “What matters is right now. And you want it so bad right now, right?”

Ricky’s face had gotten closer, inches from Hao’s. 

“Hanbinnie-” Hao breathed. 

“Know’s what’s happening,” Gyuvin finished for him. “Let yourself give in. We can make you feel so good.”

“You stopped us from having sex,” Hao said. They couldn’t tell if it was a question or statement. Hao was frowning, glaring, something that was clearly supposed to be intimidating, and instead was adorable. 

“We’re sorry, Gege,” Ricky grinned, sharp like a cat’s. “Let us make it up to you.” 

Hao’s eyes slowly lost the glare, until he was just staring up at Ricky, silent. Ricky took it as an opening, and pressed his lips to Hao’s. 

Hao gave in instantly, lips parting to let Ricky’s tongue slide in. The typical bratty, leading Hao was gone, worn down after days of celibacy. He melted in Ricky’s arms, back against Gyuvin, short, breathy moans falling into Ricky’s open mouth. 

“Stop hogging,” Gyuvin called out behind them. Ricky pulled back, snickering. Hao’s eyes were already hazy, glazed over. He was so cute like this, open. 

Gyuvin grabbed Hao’s thighs, pulling the elder onto his lap. He sank in easily. Hao was always at home in anyone’s lap. Gyuvin threaded his fingers through Hao’s hair, guiding him toward his lips, connecting them with a sigh. Hao’s lips were so soft, so perfect, pillowy and spit-slick. Gyuvin just sat there, enjoying the weight on his legs and against his tongue, when a soft click had both of them turning their heads. 

A small bottle of lube was in Ricky’s hands, the cap off. Hao snorted. “Did you just pull that out of the couch? How has Matthew not found that?”

“Because it’s not usually here,” Ricky replied simply. 

Gyuvin untied the drawstring of Hao’s pants while Hao seethed. “You asshole. Did you plan all of this? What the hell?”

Gyuvin kissed a line up Hao’s neck, sliding his hands into his pants. He was just in pajamas, no underwear, Gyuvin realized as he grazed bare skin. 

“What can I say?” Ricky shrugged. 

“That you two insist on scheming like idiots instead of just asking for sex?”

“What’s the fun in that?” Ricky answered. He pulled one of Gyuvin’s arms toward him, dripping lube onto his fingers. Hao was too busy staring at Ricky in anger to grasp what was happening until Gyuvin’s hand returned to its original place, and he slipped a finger inside of him. 

All of the fight left Hao, his body going rigid, eyelids fluttering. “Oh my god.”

“You’re really tight,” Gyuvin grinned against his chest. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?” He teased, as if he didn’t know the answer. 

“You’re a dick, Gyuvin,” Hao moaned, body rocking against his hand. Gyuvin added a second finger, and Hao gripped his shoulder. 

“What was that? You want my dick?”

“I hate you. I hate both of you.”

Ricky got onto his knees next to Hao so that they were level. He gripped Hao by the chin and kissed him hard. His fingers trailed up to Hao’s chest, under his shirt. 

“Don’t lie, Gege.” Ricky licked the corner of Hao’s mouth. “Your body seems to really love us right now.”

Unintentionally, Ricky brushed against one of his nipples. The reaction was immediate. Hao flinched like he’d been shocked, his whole body tensing. The moan that left him sounded downright pornagraphic. He desperately grabbed at Ricky’s wrist, trying to pull him away. 

“Don’t- don’t do that ,” Hao whined. His hands were shaking. 

Gyuvin was looking up at him in awe. “You’re so fucking hot, hyung,” he groaned. He turned to Ricky. “You should’ve felt the way he tightened at that.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not right here,” Hao seethed out. Gyuvin responded by jabbing his fingers directly into Hao’s prostate. Hao gripped him hard enough for it to hurt, fingers digging into his shoulder. His mouth remained open, little moans falling out at each movement against him. 

Ricky pulled against Hao’s grasp easily, putting his fingers back on Hao’s chest. His noises went up in pitch and volume. His eyes rolled back. 

Gyuvin’s other hand went down, wrapping around Hao’s dick. It only took a few strokes before he was coming, moans choking off into silence. Ricky pulled himself away, but Gyuvin’s fingers remained inside him, feeling the way was clenching and unclenching. 

Hao dropped his head onto Gyuvin’s shoulder like a puppet with cut strings. His chest was heaving unevenly. The way he was shaking against him, the hot breaths bleeding through his shirt, the tight, wet, warm feeling of Hao around him made Gyuvin feel like he was on fire. He dick was throbbing in his pants. He needed more, more of Hao, more of his sounds, more of the way he felt. 

Gyuvin pulled his fingers out slowly, feeling the way Hao held his breath at the feeling. Then, catching everyone in the room by surprise, Gyuvin shoved them back in full force, a third one joining. Hao shot up, eyes wide. 

“Gyuvin-ah, wait. Gyu-”

He did it again. Hao all but screamed. His other hand started up again too, slowly jerking him off, his come making the slide slick and loud. 

“Too soon,” Hao whimpered, tongue sounding too big for his mouth. “Gyuvin-ah, quit, I can’t-”

Gyuvin sped up viciously, too much, too fast. Beside him, Ricky was staring at his boyfriend in amazement. 

“You can take it, Gege,” Ricky said sweetly, pulling Gyuvin’s face toward him. Gyuvin’s hands continued their ministrations while his lips locked with Ricky’s. They got lost in each other for a second, Gyuvin blissfully unaware of how strong his thrusts had become, how tight his hand had gotten. Hao began pushing at any part of Gyuvin’s body he could reach. 

“Gonna come, I can’t- gonna come again,” he got out, chanting it like a mantra. 

Gyuvin pulled away from Ricky. “Come, hyung,” he commanded. 

Hao whimpered as his body seized, choking out more “I hate you"'s” Ricky laughed. Hao collapsed into Ricky’s lap, sliding off Gyuvin. His head fell right on Ricky’s thighs. He was still twitching from aftershocks. When Gyuvin pulled his fingers out, for real this time, he let out a sigh of relief. 

Ricky brushed hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, looking down at Hao with a smile. “Good job!”

“Fuck off,” Hao grumbled, face smushing into Ricky’s stomach. Ricky tilted him until Hao’s eyes met his. They were half-shut. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. 

“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” Ricky said it wickedly. The air between them became dense as Hao’s face contorted in panic. 

“Quanrui-” Hao called out. 

Ricky stood up, forcing Hao to sit up on the couch. He gestured between him and his boyfriend. “We haven’t come yet, Hao-ge. Don’t be selfish.”

Hao looked between the two of them. He stared at Gyuvin with hope. Gyuvin just shrugged. 

“Go fuck each other?” Hao said, but the end of it lilted up like a question. 

Gyuvin wrapped Hao’s thighs around his waist and stood, carrying Hao with him. “But you’re here!” 

He pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to Hao’s cheek. Hao pushed his face away, leaning back. The only reason he didn’t fall straight to the floor was his own legs crossed behind Gyuvin’s back and Gyuvin’s arms around his.

The three of them made their way into Ricky’s room, Hao’s complaints filtering through the hallway. Gyuvin tossed Hao onto the bed. He attempted to sit up, but Ricky crawled on him and pushed him back down by the shoulders. 

“Relax,” he instructed, pulling off Hao’s pants. His stomach was covered in his own come, his dick soft against it. Ricky leaned down to kiss him again. He didn’t think he could ever get sick of kissing Hao, something so soft and sweet about it, especially with all his muscles lax from two orgasms. That was, until Ricky reached down and began jerking him off. 

Hao squeaked, hands going to try and wrench Ricky’s off of him. Gyuvin slid beside him, grabbing both of Hao’s wrists and holding them over his head. He struggled, rocking against Ricky’s body in an attempt to escape. 

“Ah, ah, hyung,” Gyuvin tuttered. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Ricky- uh,” Hao choked out. “Quanrui, stop. It hurts. Sto- p.”

Gyuvin leaned forward, nose right under Hao’s ear. “Say red.”

Hao turned to him, eyes wide and glassy. He opened his mouth, and for a second, Gyuvin feared that he really was going to safeword out. They would’ve stopped immediately, he knows, regardless of their own horniness, but the idea that they were really hurting him made Gyuvin cold with guilt. Then, Hao closed his mouth and tugged his fingers through Gyuvin’s hair, pressing him deeper. Gyuvin chuckled against his skin.

“Good boy, hyung,” he said. Hao shuttered against him. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Gyuvin watched Ricky’s free hand make its way through the sheets, slapping around a bit, looking for something. Curiously, he watched his boyfriend move. He made a small noise of success when he found it, and when he pulled it up, Gyuvin’s heart stopped. He turned to Hao, whose eyes were closed in pleasure, his face tight in pain, unaware of his surroundings, then back to Ricky. 

Ricky looked up, noticing Gyuvin’s wide-eyed stare. He smiled, far too kind and pretty for what he was about to do. 

“Princess, I don’t think-”

Ricky wrenched Hao’s knees apart. Hao looked down in confusion, just as Ricky thrust the bright pink dildo inside of him and pressed the button. 

The buzzing filled the room, only covered by Hao’s instant keening, loud, closer to a sob. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he was saying, voice breaking. “Oh, fuck, what the fuck?”

“Such a potty-mouth,” Ricky taunted, shoving two fingers into Hao’s mouth. Gyuvin heard the way they hit that back of his throat, a garbled groan filtering around them. He dropped Hao’s dick, now hard and leaking, and grabbed Gyuvin by the ear, pulling him to sit next to Ricky. 

Looking at him from that angle had Gyuvin flush, feeling like a fever was taking over him. Drool was spilling out of Hao’s mouth around Ricky’s fingers, whines permeating the air. His hair was damp now with his own sweat, eyes fluttering like they couldn’t decide whether to stay opened or closed. His legs were clamped tight around Ricky’s torso, and Gyuvin was willing to bet that if he wasn’t there, they’d be trying to shut completely. Ricky pressed a palm against his inner thigh, pushing it down on the bed to spread him even wider. Hao sobbed. 

“You look so pretty like this, Gege,” Ricky giggled. Not for the first time, Gyuvin considered that his boyfriend might be a little evil. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

Gyuvin watched, mesmerized at the different parts of Hao’s body that clenched and unclenched- his abs, drawn together and then flattening, his thighs, squeezing and loosening, his hole, quivering around the vibrating intrusion. He trailed his gaze up to Hao’s face, just as Hao’s eyes crossed, his tongue falling out of his mouth under Ricky’s fingers, a broken, choked off sob followed it. He cried through the orgasm, tears rolling down his cheeks. Ricky pulled away after he had ridden the feeling out, taking out the dildo and throwing it on the bed next to them. 

Hao turned onto his side when Ricky finally let him close his legs, thighs pressed tightly together and forearms wrapped around his own stomach. He was sobbing, face pressed into the sheets. 

“You,” Hao stuttered out through broken mewls. “You said- ah- you still had to come. How did that h-ave anything to do with you?”

It was a complaint, calling out Ricky’s lie. Instead, Ricky took it as an offer. 

“You’re right!” Ricky shoved Gyuvin forward. He caught himself on all fours, hovering over Hao. “Fuck him, Gyuvinnie.”

“Uh uh,” Hao blubbered, shaking his head and trying to crawl away. His body was trembling too much to even hold himself up. “No. No.”

“It was your idea, Gege,” Ricky sulked. He reached around Gyuvin and pulled out his dick. The feeling of Ricky’s palm against him had his whole body shuttering. He was throbbing, all of the blood in his body seemingly in his crotch at the moment. There were still tear tracks on Hao’s face, and still water pooling on his eyelashes. Gyuvin felt bad. But Hao was so pretty, so open, and right there. And Ricky clearly didn’t feel any remorse. 

“Don’t you want Hanbinnie to know?” Ricky’s voice slithered through Gyuvin’s brain. “Don’t you want to show him that you can fuck his wife better than he can?”

Oh, what the fuck. 

“I’m sorry,” Gyuvin apologized. He pulled Hao back by his ankle, then raised his hips. “I’m so sorry, hyung.”

Unexpectedly, Ricky wrenched Gyuvin’s head back, hairs pulling at his scalp. He let out a yelp. 

“That’s not what you call him, is it?”

Gyuvin stared at his boyfriend in horror. “Ricky- this isn’t funny,” he called out, desperation clear in his voice.

Ricky pulled harder. Tears pricked the corners of Gyuvin’s eyes. “Say it.”

“I’m sorry,” Gyuvin took a breath preparing himself for the humiliation of his next word. “ Eomma .”

“Good boy,” Ricky said, like a cat that got the cream. Gyuvin’s face was on fire. He might not be able to look Hao in the eyes ever again. Hao’s face was pressed into the pillow, but Gyuvin was pretty sure his ears were redder than before.

Carefully, as to not hurt Hao any more than needed, Gyuvin slid inside. Hao’s weight fell completely into his hands, and Gyuvin knew that he would have collapsed if Gyuvin wasn’t holding him up. Gyuvin was aware his dick was bigger than average, after being told by Ricky many, many times, and Hao and Hanbin as well, but the rush of confidence that rolled through him as Hao clenched, attempting to pull away, still caught him off guard. 

“Too much, Gyuvin-ah,” he whined, muffled against the bed. He knows he should apologize again, take it slower, care for his hyung, but the tight, wet heat around him after what felt like hours of no stimulation made Gyuvin’s head spin. 

He pulled back and thrust in hard, Hao’s hands scrambling to grab onto sheets. Gyuvin was in a haze, lost in the pleasure surrounding him. Ricky’s lips found his, but Gyuvin seemed to be panting into his mouth more than anything. It was funny, the way Ricky’s mouth always found a way to distract him, no matter what he was doing. 

It didn’t take long for him to fall into a rhythm, hard and fast. Hao was wailing, loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. Gyuvin grunted with each movement of his hips. He slipped a hand under Hao’s thigh and pulled it up, back against him, the crease of Hao’s knee on his hip. The new angle had him deeper, hitting right on Hao’s sweet spot. Hao began shaking harder against him, almost vibrating, and suddenly all of his sounds were gone. On the bed below, Gyuvin saw a few drops of come drip from above, clearly wrung out from Hao’s forth orgasm of the night. It distantly flashed across his mind that Hanbin told Ricky and Gyuvin, weeks ago, Hao couldn’t come untouched. 

Another first, stolen right under Hanbin’s nose, Gyuvin’s mind supplied. He groaned, pushing harder, faster, his body boiling with a need to be deeper- closer-

A well manicured hand pressed against his chest. Gyuvin looked at Ricky, sweat dripping into his eyes. When had the room gotten so hot? Ricky tapped a finger against his own ear. Gyuvin looked at him in confusion. Then, Ricky pushed Gyuvin’s hips.

“操 ,” Hao breathed out. 

Gyuvin didn’t know what it meant. The syllables curled through the air, wrapping around the three of them like smoke. Softer, smoother sounds, combined in a way that didn’t exist in Korean. A word Gyuvin had heard out of Ricky’s mouth. Hao was speaking Mandarin.

“Holy shit,” Gyuvin grinned. He grinded his hips against Hao’s prostate. 

“天啊,” Hao responded. Gyuvin looked at Ricky. 

“Oh my god,” Ricky translated. 

Gyuvin leaned down, draping himself against Hao’s back. “What are you saying, hyung?”

“恨你, 恨你,” Hao sobbed. I hate you.

Next to him, Ricky had out his phone, the camera pointed right at Hao and Gyuvin on the bed. Gyuvin thrust forward. 

“Oh, 操,” Hao repeated, voice wavering, and though still pressed into the pillow, in clear Mandarin.

Gyuvin was giddy, excited, thrilled. He felt like he had just won an award. He flipped them around, until he was laying on the bed, Hao sitting up on his dick. Hao whined as he was jostled, whimpering when he slid down further. Like this, Gyuvin could see Hao’s face, the way he was completely gone. There was nothing behind his shiny eyes, brain empty. 

“How are you doing?”

“You’re mean,” Hao replied, voice airy. Gyuvin had heard that one enough times from Ricky to know exactly what it meant.  

“You’re so hot,” Gyuvin groaned, holding Hao above his hips so that he could start thrusting into him again.

Instantly, Hao was rambling, throwing out dozens of Chinese words Gyuvin couldn’t understand, but from the glee on Ricky’s face probably weren’t anything nice about Gyuvin. Ricky stopped the video after a few seconds and threw his phone on the bed next to him before crawling over to the two in front of him. He caught Hao off guard with a deep kiss, muffling his numerous complaints. Ricky slid his hand into his own pants. How he hadn’t touched himself until now, Gyuvin had no idea. Ricky grabbed Hao’s hand and pulled it in as well, until they were both jerking Ricky off together. Ricky moaned into Hao’s mouth, Hao sobbed into his. 

“Quanrui, make him stop,” Hao begged. It only made Ricky’s hand move faster. 

A few more thrusts had Gyuvin coming, pressing deep into Hao. He groaned, head tossed back. He pulled out his dick, letting Hao land on his stomach. White dripped out of him, spreading onto Gyuvin’s hips and legs. The image, combined with the way Hao’s eyebrows clenched in discomfort and the way he whispered Mandarin pleas against Ricky’s lips, were what finally pushed Ricky over the edge. 

As soon as the couple’s hands left him, Hao collapsed, sliding to fall next to Gyuvin on the bed. Every part of him was covered in sweat and come, shivering. His muscles were so weak he couldn’t move himself, just lying there. 

Gyuvin groaned, pulling himself up and out of the bed. 

“Don’t leave, Gyuvinnie,” Hao whined. Upon hearing his name, Gyuvin shot a look at Ricky who repeated it in Korean. Gyuvin smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Hao’s forehead. 

“I’m just getting some stuff to clean you up, hyung,” He explained. Hao made a noise of understanding, then nuzzled back into Ricky’s leg next to his head. Ricky ran a hand through his hair. 

“I got him, Gyuvin-ah,” Ricky said. “Grab some water, too.”

Gyuvin nodded, pressing a kiss to Ricky’s lips before leaving. 

When he got back, towels and water in hand, Ricky had his phone out again. The camera was aimed at Hao, who seemed entirely unaware it was there. He seemed entirely unaware of his surroundings in general at the moment. Ricky was talking to him, switching between Korean, English, and Mandarin, only to have Hao answer every time in hoarse Mandarin. Ricky was giggling as he videoed it. 

Gyuvin shot him a curious look as he sat down next to them. He sat Hao up to pour water into his mouth. The oldest let out a squeak as the cold traveled down his throat, then a “thanks,” in Chinese. 

“Have you sent the videos to Hanbin?" Gyuvin asked as Ricky tapped away on his phone. 

“Not yet,” Ricky replied. He set his device down. “I’ll do it tomorrow. Hao’s pretty much brainless and boneless right now,” he gestured to Hao, who was slumping against Gyuvin’s shoulder, unable to even hold his own water bottle.

“And,” Ricky continued. “Who knows how Hanbin will react?”

–-

Hao beat the shit out of Gyuvin and Ricky when he woke up in the morning. Or, as much as he could, given that he complained about his entire body being sore. It was really just a bunch of childish slaps against their heads and chests that they ducked away from, laughing. 

After blowing up the group chat to Ricky’s text in disbelief, asking if he should come over, what they were doing, and why they were doing it, only to get no answer from anyone, Hanbin tried to text Hao, too. With no answer from him, Hanbin went back to spamming Ricky, worried about the lack of communication. Ricky responded in the morning, confirming to him that Hao was okay, just a little worn out by the sex. The totally regular, normal, not at all ground-breaking sex. He promised that he and Hao would talk to him about it later, but they were busy right now, for one reason or another. Hanbin took it in stride, even making a few bad jokes and innuendos. Ricky almost felt bad. Hanbin had no idea what was in store for him.

Ricky found Hao’s phone, abandoned in the couch cushions, and gave it back to him over breakfast with a simple, “Don’t tell Hanbin-hyung.”

Hao looked at him, confused. 

“Just for now,” Ricky specified. “I’m scared he’ll get mad at me. Just wait a few days, so I can handle it better.”

Hao looked for a second like he was going to disagree, about to tell Ricky he couldn’t just lie to Hanbin, when Ricky flashed him puppy eyes. Hao folded, sighing. “Okay. A few days, then I’m telling him.”

Ricky grinned and thanked him. Of course, Ricky had never been planning on waiting a few days in the first place. “How about we actually have the movie night we abandoned yesterday?” Ricky asked. “I’ll pick out a good one this time.”

“Can we go buy snacks?” Hao countered. 

Ricky nodded. 

“And you’ll pay for it?”

Ricky grimaced, then nodded. 

“And I can get durian?”

Ricky glared. Hao tilted his head, smiling sweetly. Finally, he nodded, albeit regretfully. 

They made their way back into Ricky’s bedroom, putting on clothes respectable enough to go out in, along with caps and masks to avoid being recognized. Especially considering how bad Hao’s limp was. 

On their way out, Hao paused. “Oh, can we invite Hanbinnie? I promised I’d spend time with him today.”

Ricky dropped a hand on Gyuvin, who was just passing by on his way to get to the kitchen. He flinched at Ricky’s tight grip. “Actually,” Ricky said. “I think he and Gyuvin had some plans. Right, Gyuvin-ah?”

Gyuvin’s eyes widened. “Um, yeah!” He responded, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “We’re going to the gym together.”

Hao frowned, obviously a bit annoyed at the way Hanbin had broken his swear to Hao. “It’s okay, Gege,” Ricky comforted. “You and I need to spend more time together, anyways.”

Hao nodded, still frowning, but followed Ricky out the door agreeably. 

Hao ended up spending an unbelievable amount on Ricky’s card, arms filled with dozens of snacks by the time they got home. He, thankfully, didn’t end up getting durian. (They didn’t have any at the store, much to Hao’s complaint and Ricky’s silent gratitude.) They settled onto the couch, legs tangling together and chip bags strewn around them. Ricky did, as he promised, pick an actually good movie this time, one they’d both been wanting to see. Hao jumped back and screamed at multiple scenes, leaving Ricky to wonder how he loved horror movies so much if he got frightened so easily. After finishing, Hao begged Ricky to put on the sequel in the series, despite the fact that he was still clearly on edge from the first. What a strange guy. 

The second was, in Ricky’s opinion, significantly worse than the first. Hao, though, was still completely locked in, not even looking at his own hands as he shoveled snacks into his mouth, eyes glued to the screen. 

Ricky, careful not to catch the elder’s attention, pulled his phone out of his pocket. Quickly, his fingers flew across the screen, pulling up Hanbin’s contact. He clicked on the two videos in his camera roll, then took a deep breath, and sent them. He watched the blue bar across the top get longer, longer, longer, until both attachments delivered. He stayed on the texts, shaking in anticipation, until the little Read appeared underneath. Then, he closed it out and looked back toward the movie. Hao hadn’t noticed a thing. 

Ricky’s phone dinged. This time, Hao noticed, turning. Gyuvin’s name appeared on his lockscreen, along with typo-filled, all caps messages. 

HANBIN S COMING TO EHYOUR APPARFENMTN! 

HES VERY ANGRY!!!!!!

“What are you smiling at?” Hao asked, just as the front door slammed open. 

He turned around quickly, likely fearing an intruder, before a yell broke through to the two on the couch. “Hao!” 

His eyebrows furrowed. “Hanbin-ah?”

Hanbin appeared in front of them. He looked pissed. Gyuvin scrambled in behind him, attempting to hold him back. Hanbin shoved him off. 

He put a knee up on the couch next to Hao, grabbing his chin and forcing it up. The confusion was clear on Hao’s face, lips squished into a pout by Hanbin’s harsh grip. 

“Tell me I’m better than them,” Hanbin growled out. 

Hao’s hand came to wrap around his wrist. “What are you talking about?”

Hanbin pulled his chin harder, stretching Hao’s neck toward him. “Say that I fuck you better than Gyuvin can.”

The realization flashed across his face. His eyes flicked to Ricky and Gyuvin, obviously the wrong move. Hanbin’s fingers dug in harder, leaving dents.

“Say it, Hao!” He shouted. 

“You- you do,” Hao responded, wincing. “Of course you do, Hanbinnie. You fuck me better than anyone.”

Hanbin’s fingers lost their rigidity, his muscles de-tensing at the sound. Ricky couldn’t have that. 

“He’s lying,” he called out, sing-songy. Gyuvin and Hao whipped toward him with matching looks of horror. Hanbin turned slower, more calculated. “Don’t kid yourself, Hanbin.”

“Ricky,” Gyuvin whispered harshly. 

“Your wife enjoyed my Gyuvinnie’s cock a lot more than yours.”

The air hardened. A shadow fell over Hanbin’s face. He surged forward until his lips smashed against Hao’s. It was too rough, too aggressive to really be kissing, just Hanbin’s tongue desperately filling every corner of Hao’s mouth. His hand trailed over every inch of Hao, grasping, pulling, rubbing, doing anything at all to get rid of Gyuvin and Ricky’s touches and replace them with his own. 

Ricky stood. Gyuvin gripped at his hand, trying to stop him from making his way over to the two, but Ricky shook it off. He walked, standing above them, then thread his hands through both of their hair, wrenching them apart. 

“Of course,” Ricky started, smirking. “It isn’t a lost cause. You can always try to prove yourself again.”

Ricky partially expected Hanbin to revolt, to yell or hit him. Instead, he gave in.

“Fuck you,” Hanbin seethed, but he was picking Hao up, much like Gyuvin had done in the same place last night, and bringing him into Ricky’s bed. 

They fell onto it together, continuing what they had begun on the couch. Hao was softly moaning into Hanbin’s mouth, but it was drowned out by the slick sounds of their lips and tongues sliding together. Hanbin’s kisses began trailing down Hao’s neck, now sucking on it more than anything else. His hands found the hem of Hao’s shirt and pulled it over his head, only parting for a second when the fabric forced them. Hao’s pants were next, then Hanbin’s own shirt. His moved traveled further, until he was right at Hao’s chest. 

Ricky and Gyuvin had followed them into the room, now just standing over them, watching. Ricky placed one foot in front of Gyuvin’s, then, hand at his back, shoved him, with a quick “Oops!”

Gyuvin stumbled forward, tripping over Ricky and landing on the bed, face right next to Hao’s. At the same time, Hanbin took one of Hao’s nipples into his mouth. Hao tossed is head back, moaning through gritted teeth. Transfixed by the sight, Gyuvin let out a breathy, “Hyung.”

Hao, just realizing he was there, raised one of his hands to place his palm on Gyuvin’s cheek. Gyuvin leaned into it, eyes closing.

Ricky watched with dark satisfaction as Hanbin pulled away to look at Hao’s face, just to see him look at Gyuvin. Hanbin wrapped his fingers around Hao’s wrist and yanked it away from the younger. He sat up on his heels, forcing Hao’s hand against his own stomach. 

“You’re really going to touch another man while I’m right fucking here?”

Hao gaped. “I didn’t-“

“Think?” Hanbin finished for him. It came out like a snarl.

Something hard and cold hits him on the chest. Hanbin looked down to see that Ricky had thrown a pair of handcuffs at him. He looked at the metal, then Hao, who was staring up at him with pleading, apologetic eyes. He thought about how the same eyes looked at him through the screen of his phone, a text messages from Ricky. He thought about the way he had opened it, inattentive, unsuspecting, and been blasted in the face with the sound of his boyfriend being fucked, moaning for another man, clenching around another man, speaking another language. And it dawned on Hanbin, watching that video, that Ricky and Gyuvin had beat him, and Hao had willingly let them. The fury came back. 

He flipped Hao over, pressing him into the sheets. He grabbed both of Hao’s hands and yanked them behind him, right over his ass. He clicked the handcuffs around his wrists, far tighter than they needed to be. The metal dug into Hao’s skin. 

With one hand, Hanbin spread Hao open. He went rigid, the hand trembling. Ricky was behind him, suddenly, chin hooked over his shoulder. 

“Oh, my bad, Hyung. We must not have cleaned him up very well last night. He’s still wet and open.”

Taunting. Confident. The voice of a man who knew he was in power. It made Hanbin feel insignificant. Secondary. 

Hao made a noise of humiliation into the pillow. Gyuvin stroked his ear. 

“Gyuvinnie comes a lot, you know. I bet it’s still in there.”

Hanbin pushed himself in with one solid thrust. 

Hao screamed, pulling at the handcuffs. His hands clenched open and closed, desperate for something to grab onto. 

Hanbin’s pace was punishing, not giving a Hao a single second to grow accustomed to it. The sounds tumbling out of Hao’s lips were already broken, and Ricky couldn’t even imagine how he felt, still sore and worn out from everything yesterday, only to have Hanbin fucking him like this- aggressive like a wild animal, completely in disregard of any of Hao’s feelings or comfort. 

Gyuvin pulled Hao up by the shoulders and slide underneath him, allowing Hao’s head to rest on his thigh. He wiped some of the wetness on Hao’s cheeks, the drool leaking out of his mouth. Without the cotton barrier, Hao was loud, voice hoarse and cracking.

“He’s being so noisy, Gyuvin-ah,” Ricky complained. “You should fill his mouth to quiet him.”

Hanbin grabbed Ricky by the back of his neck, yanking up further over his shoulder. “You are such an asshole, Ricky,” he growled out. 

Ricky giggled, and then he was being kissed. Hanbin’s lips sliding against his, allowing Ricky to feel, to experience all of the anger and desperation in his body at the moment. When they pulled apart to breath, Gyuvin was staring at them, wide-eyed, still just caressing Hao’s face as the elder whimpered into his leg. 

“Do it, Gyuvin,” Hanbin instructed, then picked up the pace of his hips and pulled Ricky back against his mouth. 

Distantly, Ricky heard the sound of choking, of Gyuvin’s soft apologies and compliments. He turned from Hanbin, allowing the older to mouth at his neck, down his tattoo. 

Gyuvin’s head was back against the wall. Both hands were still on Hao’s cheeks, but now it was to pull his dick in and out of the older’s mouth. Hao was struggling between them, forced onto Gyuvin’s cock every time Hanbin thrust forward and back onto Hanbin’s every time Gyuvin canted up. 

“Look at him, Hanbin,” Ricky’s voice was cold. “Drooling for Gyuvinnie’s cock like that. Your pretty wife is such a slut.”

Hanbin wrapped two fingers around the chain of the handcuffs at Ricky’s words, using it as leverage to pull Hao back against him. Their hips, slamming together, sounding like gunshots in the room, one after another. Ricky slid his hand into his pants, breathing getting heavier as he moved up and down his own cock, Hanbin’s mouth still hot against his skin. 

Ricky didn’t know when he’d closed his eyes, but when he opened them, it was to a flash of red. 

He gasped out an “Oh, fuck.”

Gyuvin and Hanbin made twin noises of confusion at the gleeful surprise on Ricky’s face. He nodded down to Hao’s hands, struggling against the cuffs, now with several lines of blood trailing down his fingers and dripping onto his back. The metal had cut into his skin. 

Hanbin released his hold instantly, and Hao’s hands fell limp onto himself, smearing the red drops. 

In front of him, Ricky watched as Gyuvin stared down at the blood until his eyes rolled back, fluttering closed, and his come squeezed out of the space between Hao’s lips and his dick.

He pulled out, breathing heavily, and made his way next to Ricky, behind Hanbin. With both of their heads hooked over his shoulder, Ricky couldn’t help but think they were like the angel and devil that sat next to Hanbin’s ears, whispering dirty, dark things. Hanbin turned to kiss Gyuvin when he arrived, with the same passion he had given Ricky. Clearly, fucking Hao within an inch of his life wasn’t doing enough for him right now.

Hanbin bit down on Gyuvin’s lip, hard, payback for everything he had done to Hao the night before. Gyuvin whimpered, pulling away. There was blood on him, too, now. Ricky leaned in to lick it off. Gyuvin reached into his own pants, slicking up his fingers with a mixture of Hao’s spit and his come, and then slid them into the back of Ricky’s, slipping two fingers inside of him. Ricky sighed against his lips. 

In front of them, Hanbin’s thrusts were getting irregular. He leaned down, pressing into Hao as deep as possible, before grunting out, 

“Who do you belong to?”

Hao whined, nonsense falling from his lips into the pillowcase. Hanbin wrapped Hao in his arms and pulled him up, arching his back.

Hao sobbed at the change in position, at the way Hanbin still kept thrusting. 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked again, voice now right next to Hao’s ear.

“你 ,” Hao replied. 

Hanbin stopped. Behind him, Ricky and Gyuvin stopped too. They all peered at him, at Hao, who was still desperately trying to catch his breath.

“What did you just say?” Hanbin breathed out, amazement coating his words.

“我属于 Hanbinnie .” 

You could hear a pin drop, the whole room silent save for Hao’s harsh breathing, unaware of what he’d just caused. 

“Oh my god,” Hanbin whispered. 

Ricky, of course, couldn’t let them have a nice moment. “Hot, isn’t it? Too bad you weren’t the first to hear it.”

Hanbin dropped Hao, letting him fall face-first back onto the bed. He reached behind him, shoving Ricky into Gyuvin until they were both pushed onto the bed next to Hao. Then, he placed his hand on the back of Hao’s neck. 

“You belong to me, laopo,” Hanbin said, then pushed down, half-suffocating his boyfriend and going back to fucking him hard. 

Ricky watched in amazement, the way Hao’s whole body was shaking, the way his voice was essentially gone. Hanbin was still forcing moans out of him with every slam into his prostate, but Hao’s throat had gone dry and scratchy. The sounds that made their way out were shattered, wounded.

In front of him, Gyuvin dragged off Ricky’s pants. He had half a mind to begin complaining, almost telling Gyuvin off for distracting him from what was really important, before Gyuvin slid in. Ricky could feel every inch, every vein as it entered, and he couldn’t for the life of him remember why he would ever not beg for Gyuvin’s dick.

Then, Hanbin started speaking, and all Ricky and Gyuvin could do was stare at the two of them in disbelief.

“Such a whore, hyung-ah. Spreading yourself open, letting yourself get fucked by the kids. Letting them tape it and send it to your husband. Did you want me to see? Did you want to prove how easy you give it up, just to get anything inside of you?”

Gyuvin whimpered, dropping his head into the crease between Ricky’s neck and shoulder.

“And now you’re letting them see you like this. How humiliating, Hao. How do you think they feel, watching their mother fall apart like this, just because of good dick?”

Ricky and Gyuvin both shot up to stare at the other couple again, as if Hanbin’s words were really instructions to them. It was almost funny, the way they were fucking each other but were both staring directly at Hanbin and Hao. 

Ricky tried his best to keep his eyes open as Gyuvin moved, pace much slower and softer than Hanbin’s next to them. He wanted to drop his eyelids, to indulge in the pleasure of Gyuvin inside him, but it meant missing out on something he may never see again. He trained his eyes on Hao, who was leaving a wet spot on the pillow, drool dribbling out of his mouth and down the cotton, like he couldn’t even control his muscles enough to close his mouth.

Hanbin pulled out, flipping Hao around. He slid both forearms under Hao’s lower back, still thinking about the comfort of Hao’s squished hands even when half-drunk on pleasure and anger. It was like this that they could all hear Hao’s broken Chinese ramblings, every person hanging onto the words even if they didn’t understand them. 

Ricky did, though, and it was Hao’s cry of   “Laogong, love you,” that pushed him over the edge, squeezing tight around Gyuvin’s cock. His boyfriend followed soon after, eyes still locked on Hanbin and Hao next to them. Ricky had to grasp at his face with weak hands in order to get Gyuvin to turn and kiss him.

Hao moaned once more, loudly and drawn out, as Hanbin finally filled him up. Hanbin groaned, pressing forward as deep as possible, fingers still digging into Hao’s hips, and then collapsed on top of him.

For a few seconds, it was silent. Then, Hao squirmed, whining out, “Ow. Hurts.” 

“Hanbin,” Ricky called out, playing with Gyuvin’s hair on Ricky’s chest. Hanbin popped up, looking at him. “The handcuffs.”

It was like all of the insanity left Hanbin at once, and Ricky watched as his whole body filled with dread.

“Oh, shit,” he turned Hao over, apologizing miserably as Hao made a noise of complaint. Hanbin clicked the safety latch and the handcuffs fell off. His panic only grew at the sight of the blood on Hao’s hands. “Fuck, baby. Haohao, I’m so sorry.”

He moved him back around, carefully, so lovingly, placing Hao’s hands on his own stomach, covered in his own come. When had Hao even come?

“Hao, I’m so sorry,” Hanbin was floundering, a hand running through his hair. “I lost it. Jesus fuck, you’re bleeding. Oh, God. I’m so sorry, baby.”

Hao said something in response, a pout on his face. 

Hanbin whimpered, hands pulling at his own hair. “I don’t know what you’re saying, hyung. I don’t speak Chinese!”

Hao responded again, eyes wide and honest. 

Hanbin dropped his face onto Hao’s stomach, hands coming to rub up and down his sides. “I’m so sorry. Hanbinnie is so sorry, Gege. I hurt you. There’s no excuse.”

Ricky figured this was a good time to stop his spiraling. 

“He’s fine, Hanbin,” he called out. 

Hanbin turned to him, face still pressed against Hao’s body. There were tears in his eyes. God, he was so whipped. Thankfully, Hao was too.

“He’s saying how much he loves you.”

Hanbin’s head swung back to look at Hao, hope in his expression. 

Hao said something else.

“And how hot you are when you’re jealous.”

More Hao. 

“And how much he loves your dick.”

Hanbin let out a giggle of relief, holding Hao tight against him. “Oh thank god. I thought you hated me.”

Hao’s eyebrows drew together. Hanbin was pretty sure he could guess Hao’s words. I could never hate you. 

Hanbin pressed their lips together, so much softer than it had been just minutes ago. All of the anger, the jealousy, was gone, replaced by the fondness and love he typically held for Hao.

“I love you, laopo.”

“I love you too, Laogong.” He paused. “But you definitely owe me so much coffee now.”

Ricky translated. Hanbin laughed, eyes forming crescents. “I’ll buy you all the coffee in the world,” he giggled, pressing feathery kisses on every part of Hao he could reach. 

Gyuvin and Ricky just watched, fondness on both of their faces. As attractive as it was to see the Hanbin and Hao they’d seen earlier, the animalistic, savage Hanbin and Hao, they had to admit that this was cute, too. This was their Hanbin and Hao.

Ricky hummed. “Mommy and Daddy love each other so much,” he said to Gyuvin.

Ricky screeched as Gyuvin shoved him off the bed, landing on the ground with a thunk.