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“Sohee, honey, another leaf just fell into that drain.”
Sohee follows Eunseok’s outstretched finger to the other side of the pool. Behind those big bug-eyed sunglasses, Eunseok watches him struggle with the pool skimmer until the offending leaf is scooped out. Only then does Eunseok go back to reading his book. It's a wonder he can concentrate on anything when it's this fucking hot, but then again, he's lying down in the shade of an umbrella while Sohee is working his ass off in the afternoon sun. He blinks sweat out of his eyes, resisting the urge to drink out of the pool like a dog.
Like an answer to his silent prayer, the patio door slides open to reveal Sungchan holding a tray of condensation-dripping drinks. He’s in a muscle tee and pineapple-print trunks, with oversized sunglasses to match his husband’s.
“Tangerine mimosa,” Sungchan says, lowering the tray to Eunseok’s level. Eunseok stirs the toothpick umbrella around and takes a little sip, humming in approval.
“Thank you, darling,” he says, reaching out to cup Sungchan’s cheek. Sungchan leans down obediently to give him a kiss. A long, lingering kiss with just enough tongue to make it slightly inappropriate if anyone were watching. It’s a good thing Sohee is definitely, absolutely not watching. Not even a little bit.
Or at least, he makes sure he isn’t still watching when they pull apart. He’s being paid to clean their pool, not ogle them, so he goes back to skimming diligently. He almost doesn’t notice Sungchan approaching him until he’s right there.
“Thirsty?” Sungchan asks, holding out the tray like a waiter. There are two ice-cold bottles of beer on it, and the frosted green glass looks incredibly tempting, but…
“I’m, um. Not old enough yet.” Sohee feels so lame saying it, but the Songs are old friends of his parents and he doesn't want to risk word getting back to them right before he finally goes off to college.
“Ah, right.” Sungchan grins sheepishly, like a little kid who’s been caught doing something bad. “It’s easy to forget that sometimes. You’ve grown so big since we last saw you.”
“I guess,” Sohee mumbles, acutely aware of just how much bigger Sungchan is than him. Sohee has to look up to be able to look him in the face, and he’s kind of glad the sun is in his eyes because looking straight at Sungchan is overwhelming sometimes.
“I guess I’ll just… leave it right here.” He sets one of the beers down on the edge of the pool, next to Sohee’s feet. “It sure would be a mystery if I found it empty later.”
He leaves Sohee with a wink, strolling back to his husband. Sohee can’t hear them from over here, but he can see the conversation play out. Sungchan reaches for Eunseok’s drink, but Eunseok stops him in his tracks with a simple shake of his head. He says something, his eyes crinkled up a little, and Sungchan wordlessly kneels at his side. Eunseok presses one hand to the back of his neck, and with the other hand he guides the drink to his mouth. Sungchan’s rosebud lips close tightly around the straw, and he looks up through half-closed lids, throat bobbing. Eunseok holds his gaze intensely, waiting for him to let the straw slip from his mouth, and Sohee sees his mouth make the shape of a single word: good? Sungchan nods, and Eunseok’s fingers curl tighter around his neck.
Sohee is suddenly wracked by a violent shiver despite the blazing sun, and it pulls him out of his semi-trance. He forces his eyes away again and downs almost half his beer in a few long gulps. There’s nothing like a pair of sexy older men to remind Sohee how much of a horny teen he is.
It all started a few months earlier, when Sohee’s parents sent him off in search of a summer job. He’d be off to college soon and he needed some real world experience, they said. Sohee spent all day diligently looking, but nobody was looking to hire an inexperienced teen for just a couple of months. Pretty soon he was ready to give up and go home; he’d just do extra chores for cheap or whatever, since his parents clearly weren’t going to let this job thing go.
But then on the walk back, he spotted a house he hadn't seen in a long time. He never really came around to this side of town anymore, but he remembered coming to this house as a little kid. His parents and their friends would usually convene there, since there was a pool for the kids to play in. As the kids grew older, the childless couples got kind of edged out of the friend group, so Sohee hadn’t been there in ages. He didn’t even know if the couple still lived there, but if he recalled correctly, they were rich and nice. That was all the motivation he needed to go up and knock on the door.
When it swung open, Sohee found himself looking up at a tall, handsome man: Sungchan (or the husband-husband, as Sohee’s little kid brain remembered him). Sohee supposed he was too young to notice, but he didn’t remember Sungchan being so hot. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was dressed in a tight ribbed shirt and basketball shorts, sweat shining on his defined muscles. It took a moment, then his eyes opened wide.
“Oh my goodness— Sohee? Is that you?! Wow!” His face lit up with that familiar bunny-toothed smile. “I’d give you a hug, but I’m a little sweaty right now.”
“That’s okay,” Sohee said, in lieu of can I get a headlock? “It’s nice to see you, samchun.”
Sungchan made a mortified face. “Oh, please don’t call me that, and do not call Eunseok that if you value your life. I think we’re close enough — and you’re old enough, now — for hyung.”
As if summoned, Eunseok (the wife-husband, to young Sohee) appeared in the doorway with a curious look on his face. He looked pretty much the same as Sohee remembered: pretty, willowy, holding a wine glass in his hand.
“Lee Sohee! What a lovely surprise. It’s been ages and ages!” Eunseok did give him a hug, and he smelled like sunscreen and jasmine. Now that they were both here, looking at him expectantly, Sohee suddenly felt ridiculous about his proposition.
“Yeah, it has… Well, I’m going to college in the fall” — (oh wow! no way! you’re so grown up now!) — “yeah, haha, I guess. Anyway, my parents wanted me to do a little work this summer, and I was wondering if you maybe needed any help. You know, with the pool, and the yard, and stuff…”
Eunseok and Sungchan glanced at each other. Neither of them said a thing, and their expressions remained politely smiling, but Sohee could tell there was a whole conversation happening between their eyes. It was the kind of telepathy you developed with someone after you’ve spent a lifetime together; if Sohee remembered correctly, the two were college sweethearts.
“That sounds wonderful, Sohee,” Eunseok said. “I’m sure my husband’s getting a little old to be skimming the pool. All that bending over can’t be good for the back.”
Sungchan didn’t miss a beat. “It’s not the pool, honey, it’s the garden. You know, the one I always end up tending to even though you’re the one who begged for it?”
Usually when married couples bickered like this, it’d be laced with at least a little bit of real annoyance or resentment. But even though Sungchan and Eunseok were deadpanning, their eyes couldn’t have been smiling more brightly. It was the kind of flirty banter Sohee was more used to seeing from couples his own age, and the way they were looking at each other made Sohee feel like he was intruding. (And was that a sex joke from Eunseok?)
“Well, here’s the solution to both our problems,” Eunseok said, gesturing to Sohee. “Just one condition: your parents must come over for brunch sometime.”
“Okay,” Sohee said readily. He was already planning to never tell his parents about this. He’d make up some other family who'd given him work. Even then, something in him wanted to keep this to himself.
His first day starts with a short house tour, led by Eunseok in a wide-brimmed hat and a linen blouse that flutters dramatically in the backyard breeze.
“And here’s the pool,” Eunseok announces, gesturing grandly. “We usually just skim it every few days. Not too much to worry about, unless the trees get frisky. I think I’ll start you off here. Did you bring a swimsuit?”
Sohee blinks. “I wasn't really planning on getting in.”
Eunseok just smiles mysteriously and drifts away to his lounge chair.
The heat’s worse than Sohee expected, bouncing off the concrete in waves. The skimmer is awkward to hold, the bugs are unrelenting, and there’s something sticky at the bottom of the pool that keeps escaping his reach. He leans further, bracing a foot on the slippery tile edge, stretching with the pole—
And promptly slips and falls in with a splash and a shout, shoes and all.
The embarrassment is worse than the shock of cold water. Sohee hauls himself out immediately, soaked and mortified to the bone. His jeans cling like a second skin, his T-shirt is see-through, and worst of all, Eunseok is definitely laughing at him behind his book.
He’s given a towel and shown to the master bedroom to change. It feels way too intimate, being in their room, right next to the bed where they probably (definitely) have sex. Sohee shoves this thought from his mind and focuses on Eunseok, who’s pulling open the swimsuit drawer.
“Take your pick,” Eunseok says as he leaves. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Sohee can definitely tell which ones belong to whom. He pretty much only has two options: Sungchan’s massive board shorts that look twice his size, or Eunseok’s eye-wateringly tiny speedos. Neither really makes him feel comfortable.
In the end, Sungchan’s shorts literally won’t stay up on his hips, so he ends up in a speedo under his wet T-shirt. It’s so far up his ass he’s not sure he can even give it back. He pads back outside with his cheeks burning, dripping and defeated. Eunseok doesn’t say a word, just lifts his glass slightly in greeting.
“Cute,” he says to Sohee, whose ears are probably redder than the swimsuit. As Sohee goes back to work, Eunseok finishes his drink and leans back on the chaise-longue. Behind his sunglasses, Sohee can’t tell if he’s watching or napping. He tells himself it’s the latter, but he’s careful not to bend over for the rest of the afternoon anyway. Just in case.
It’s not a bad summer job. The big yard always keeps Sohee busy, but he can’t complain. The hard work feels good, and the Songs are great employers. They pay him more than fairly, they keep him hydrated and fed while he’s there, and they don’t breathe down his neck. Not really. Sohee’s gotten used to Eunseok hanging around while he works; he’s quiet for the most part, occasionally calling out commands or telling Sohee to take a break.
He doesn’t see Sungchan around much, which is fine. He’s tall and handsome and built like a brick house, so it’s a little nerve-wracking to be around him. It’s even worse being around both of them at the same time, having to watch their happily married interactions. It’s like they’re eye-fucking every time they look at each other.
One afternoon, Sohee arrives to find Sungchan already in the garden, sleeves rolled, kneeling in the dirt beside a wheelbarrow.
“Hey,” Sungchan says with a grin, pushing up his sweat-damp hair. “Figured I’d lend a hand today.”
“Sure thing,” Sohee says, trying his best not to look down Sungchan’s tank top.
They don’t talk much. There’s only the clinking of tools and the slap of wet leaves as Sohee dumps them into a green bin. The sun is heavy and golden, hanging in the sky. Sungchan moves with ease, occasionally glancing over at Sohee to compliment his progress: “Nice work trimming that bush. You’ve got a good eye.”
Sohee mumbles a thanks, trying not to combust. He’s more used to Eunseok’s presence, which is constant and languid. Sungchan is brighter, friendlier, but being the focus of his attention makes Sohee feel much more nervous.
The sun climbs higher and the air turns syrupy. Sohee’s shirt is sticking to his back. They’ve been at it for over an hour when Eunseok’s voice floats over from the patio: “Don’t forget the gutters above the shed! They’re disgusting.”
The ladder is old and rickety and the angle is awkward, sloping down the side of the yard. Sohee grabs the ladder, sets it into the soft earth, and climbs up with a small dustpan. Sungchan watches from the ground, one hand resting on his hip, the other shading his eyes.
“All good?” he calls.
“Yep,” Sohee replies. Right as he says it, the ladder tips ever so slightly. Sohee jerks, trying to re-center his balance, but it only makes it wobble harder. For a heartbeat, he thinks he’s going down, but then— hands, firm and big, righting his body. One at his waist, the other braced at the back of his thigh, dangerously close to the curve of his ass.
Sungchan peers up at him with knitted eyebrows. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Sohee says, his voice a little high. “Just slipped.”
He waits for Sungchan to let go, but he doesn’t. Not immediately. Sohee’s shirt is hitched up just a bit, and Sungchan’s hand is still on his bare side. There’s a damp line of sweat trailing down Sohee’s neck, and his thighs are trembling a little.
Then Sungchan clears his throat and steps back. His hands fall away. “Let me get up there,” he says. “You’re not tall enough anyway.”
Sohee watches him, tries not to stare at his arms flexing as he works. He can still feel the hot imprint of Sungchan’s hands on his skin. He can also feel Eunseok’s eyes on the back of his neck. Even without turning around, he can sense those sunglasses on him.
That night Sungchan is relentless with his advances, constantly attaching himself to Eunseok’s body like a barnacle. It’s the kind of incorrigible libido Eunseok has rarely seen in him lately. Usually when he’s anywhere near this horny it’s because he needs to be properly filled up, but tonight he wants to fuck Eunseok, just like every other night after Sohee’s visited. Surely a coincidence.
So Eunseok gives him what he wants, pushing him down on the bed and prepping himself while Sungchan touches him all over and runs his dirty mouth like an engine. There’s a slight urgency they can both feel; Eunseok doesn’t bother waiting for his body to adjust before he starts riding his husband with purpose.
No matter how many times they do this, it never gets old. Sungchan drags his nails down Eunseok’s sides and grits out, “shit, Eunseokie, ’s good.” His eyes are glazed over, brows furrowed with concentration, and Eunseok knows him well enough to know he’s fantasizing. Eunseok can guess what about.
“Yeah? I always make it good for you, don’t I?”
“Yeah, always, baby…”
“Tell me,” Eunseok demands. “Whose dick is this?”
“Yours, yours,” Sungchan moans, fucking up to prove his point.
Eunseok sinks down, forcing Sungchan even deeper inside. “All mine?”
“Yes, fuck, you’re so pretty, so sexy—”
“You wouldn't even let Sohee sit on it?”
Sungchan spasms and his hips break their rhythm. “What?!”
“I see how you look at him, like you want to eat him up. D’you think you could say no to him even if he was bent over and begging for it?”
Eunseok’s riling himself up now, riding faster and sloppier, but Sungchan is wide-eyed and frozen, hands hovering in mid-air. “Baby, I-I would never! I mean, I don’t even talk to him if you’re not there!”
“Because you can’t control yourself?” Eunseok taunts. “Because if I’m not there to keep you behaved, you’ll let your dick make the decisions?”
Sungchan shakes his head frantically. “No, no! Honey, you know much I love you, I wouldn’t—”
Eunseok sighs and sits all the way down, making direct eye contact. “Babe. I’m trying to talk dirty to you. I’m trying to get you all worked up.” He punctuates this with a lewd roll of his hips that makes his husband hiss. “I think it’s hot, how bad you wanna fuck him. I mean, I do too. Have you seen him?”
Sungchan visibly relaxes and resumes his firm grip on Eunseok’s ass. “God. Those fucking shins.”
Eunseok giggles. “So skinny. You could break him in half.”
“Fuck, Eunseok, don’t say that,” Sungchan groans, looking pained with arousal. Despite how hard he’s throbbing, Eunseok can still see him fighting guilt behind his eyes, so he just has to make it impossible for him to think. Eunseok leans forward, pressing their chests together, so he can whisper into Sungchan’s ear while he bounces wildly on his dick.
“You’d split him open, darling. Do you think he’s ever taken a dick this big? Shit, do you think he’s ever taken dick at all?” Sungchan shudders at this, so Eunseok runs with it, riding harder. “Yeah, you like that idea, huh? You wanna show little Sohee how a real man fucks? Wanna wreck him for anyone else, break him in—”
Sungchan slams Eunseok all the way down on his dick and comes with a strangled shout, muffled into Eunseok’s neck. His teeth dig in hard, breaking the skin, and he’s coming so fucking much, filling Eunseok so deep. Eunseok can barely wait for him to finish before he pulls off and straddles his chest unsteadily, jerking himself off until he paints Sungchan’s pretty face with his load.
Sungchan lies there dazed, chest still heaving, his eyes glazed and his face smeared with cum. Eunseok watches him for a while, letting the silence settle.
“God,” Sungchan mumbles at last, hoarse. “You’re evil.”
Eunseok stretches out beside him with a satisfied hum, dragging the sheet up to wipe lazily at Sungchan’s face. “Evil, but effective.”
Sungchan turns to him, his eyes wide. “It’s not just us, right?”
Eunseok snorts. “Baby. He blushes whenever I even look at him too long. And you almost gave the poor boy a heart attack today.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Sungchan says, but his mouth twitches into a grin. “It’s not my fault he almost fell.”
“So you’re blaming him.”
“No, I’m blaming you,” Sungchan says, rolling over to press against him. “You’re the one who started talking like that. About splitting him open. Jesus.”
“You liked it.”
“... I mean, yeah.”
A beat passes. Eunseok traces circles on his husband’s chest, eyes sharp even in the dark. “So? What do we do with him?”
Sungchan swallows. “You really want to?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” Eunseok’s fingers pause, then start again. “But it has to be right. He has to want it, not just go along with it.”
“I think he already does want it.”
Eunseok smiles. “I know. But we’re not going to pounce, baby. We’re going to take our time, yeah?”
Sungchan huffs out a breath, disbelieving yet aroused. “You’re scary when you’re scheming.”
“I’m always scheming,” Eunseok says. “You should know that by now.”
Things keep happening. Little things, like Eunseok always calling him something new: honey or sweetie or darling. Sungchan starts hanging around for no apparent purpose other than to watch Sohee work and sweat. They whisper together with their heads huddled, and stop immediately when Sohee comes into earshot. Sohee swears it’s not all in his head, but it might mostly be. It’s impossible not to be attracted to the Songs, and Sohee would be lying if he said they never made their way into his fantasies. Maybe he’s just longing for the feeling of being wanted by them, like a little bug caught between two spiders. He can’t help but hope they’re pulling him into their web.
When Eunseok texts him that they’re going out of town, the first thing Sohee feels is slight disappointment. He’s kind of gotten used to seeing them on the weekends. His second thought is that if he has the key, what’s to stop him from taking a little dip in the pool? Despite the number of times he’s cleaned it, he’s never (intentionally) been in it.
The next day is humidly warm and not too sunny, perfect pool weather, so Sohee decides to carry out his little plan. He makes his way to the Song household in flip-flops, carrying a towel and whistling cheerily. He uses the back door to enter directly into the garden, where the pool looks enticing. But as Sohee approaches, ready to cannonball into the cool water, he sees a flash of movement from inside the house.
He quickly ducks behind the shed, his chest thumping. His mind scrambles to think of who else could be here. Maybe they have a maid, or an actual gardener, one that doesn’t double as eye candy. Sohee takes a tiny peek around the corner of the shed, praying he won’t get caught.
It’s them. They’re… home.
Inside the house, the curtains on the wide patio doors are open. Sungchan is bent over, palms flat against the glass. Behind him, holding his hips and pounding into him relentlessly, is Eunseok. As Sohee watches, he reaches up to grab Sungchan’s hair and presses his face against the door. Sungchan moans soundlessly, and his breath fogs up the glass.
Sohee knows he shouldn’t be here in the first place, and he really shouldn’t be watching this, but he feels frozen to the spot. His mouth is going dry, watching them fuck like rabbits. Eunseok’s face is so pink and cute, somehow incongruent with the relentless thrusts he’s driving into his husband. Sungchan’s muscles are bulging, glistening with sweat, and he looks so wrecked and helpless. They’re murmuring to each other. Sohee wishes he could read their lips.
And then Sungchan tosses his head back, his face flushed and lovely, and he comes. Just like that, no touching. Sohee watches the cum spurt onto the glass, thick and dripping, and it snaps him back to his senses.
He bolts, towel half-wrapped around his hips, flip-flops slapping against his heels as he stumbles back through the gate. His head is spinning, his body hot with guilt and arousal and panic all twisted up into one horrible, horny knot. He doesn’t stop running until he’s home, and even then he still can’t breathe right.
Sohee is an expert parent-dodger, so he ducks undetected into his room and locks the door. His hand is in his pants before he even makes it to the bed. He strokes himself fast and desperate with an almost punishing grip. Every time he squeezes his eyes shut he sees Sungchan’s face, mouth open, moaning against the glass. He comes with a choked little noise, soiling the inside of his swim trunks.
As he’s scrubbing them clean in the sink afterwards, his phone lights up with a new message from Eunseok.
Didn’t end up leaving this morning, but we’ll be gone by tomorrow afternoon. Feel free to use the pool!
Sohee stares at it. What does this mean? Is it possible that they saw him? And why did they delay their trip in the first place? A small thought flashes into Sohee’s head: maybe they wanted you to see. But that’s ridiculous. How would they have known he’d come around? It must have been a coincidence. One hell of a coincidence.
Sohee jerks off twice more that night. At some point, the shame starts to taste like chlorine.
The next weekend, Sohee almost bails. He’s not sure he can look either of them in the eye after spending all week fantasizing about the both of them. In the end, it’s his gaming console that makes the decision for him. It’s been sputtering and coughing suspiciously in the recent heat, and there’s no way Sohee’s going off to college without getting it fixed. It’ll be pricey, though, so he begrudgingly puts on his swim shorts and sets off to work.
During his walk, the sun reaches its peak in the middle of the sky. By the time Sohee arrives at the Songs’, he could probably fry an egg on the top of his head. His whole body is dripping with sweat and pounding with heat. He thinks about turning around and going home, money be damned, but then Sungchan’s head pops up over the fence.
“Sohee, hi! Come in. I was just about to get in the water.”
Sohee braces himself before he enters the garden, but the sight is still a little overwhelming. Sungchan’s muscles are on full display as he lowers himself into the pool, tan lines low on his hips. Eunseok is wearing his sunglasses as always, and almost nothing else. His slender body is draped across a hot-pink inflatable float, toes dangling in the water. Like this, with both of them nearly naked, it’s impossible not to think about what he witnessed last weekend.
“There you are,” Eunseok coos. “Isn't it far too hot to work today? I was going to tell you to stay home, but I thought I’d offer you a swim instead.” He pats the surface of the water invitingly, his other hand cupping a glass of rosé.
The water does look quite inviting, and Sohee never did get to swim last week, but he knows he shouldn’t. He knows. Then Sungchan surfaces and shakes his head like a dog, spraying an arc of crystalline water. The few drops that land on Sohee’s bare legs are so refreshing that his resolve crumbles immediately.
“If you’re sure you’re okay with it…”
Eunseok waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t be silly! You’ve cleaned this pool enough times to earn a dip in it, I’d say.”
Sohee’s learned to always wear his own swimsuit after that one incident, so he quickly strips down to his trunks and walks down the steps into the pool. The first touch of the water feels like heaven. The boiling heat under Sohee’s skin slowly leaches out through his feet, his calves, his thighs, until he finally submerges himself into the cool bliss.
When he resurfaces, Sungchan is grinning at him from a few feet away, slick hair curling at his temples. “We finally got you in here,” he says, drifting closer, his shoulder bumping Sohee’s. “Figured you were traumatized after you fell in that one time.”
“You weren't supposed to know about that,” Sohee mutters, throwing an accusatory glance at Eunseok, who’s floating serenely like some sleek sea monster.
Eunseok shrugs. “I could never keep anything from my darling husband.” Sungchan blows him a kiss which he returns lasciviously, and Sohee dunks his head under again.
Despite the nerves from being this undressed in front of his married crushes, Sohee soon manages to relax. He starfishes on his back and closes his eyes, listening to the splashing sounds as Sungchan does laps of the pool. The three of them drift between comfortable silence and casual small talk, and eventually the conversation pivots to his impending education journey.
“Just three weeks till college, huh?”
“Two,” Sohee says, trying not to sound gloomy.
“Ah. We were in college once,” says Eunseok with a dramatic air of weariness. “That’s how we met, did you know that?”
“First semester of freshman year,” Sungchan says, his eyes shining with fondness. “What a time.”
“I don't think we went to a single class,” Eunseok says. “Too busy.”
“Yeah, busy fucking,” Sungchan snorts, and Sohee almost inhales a mouth full of pool water. Eunseok cackles and Sohee looks away, pushing himself off into the shallow end, putting some physical distance between him and this conversation. Of course, Eunseok’s sharp eyes catch the blush creeping up his neck.
“Oh, don't act shy,” Eunseok says. “As if you’ve never skipped class for a bit of fun.”
“I haven’t,” Sohee protests, briefly overcome with indignation at the false accusation.
Eunseok tilts his head. “What, never?”
They're both looking intently at him now, and even the cold tile underneath his toes can’t save him from feeling uncomfortably warm. He has a feeling that Eunseok is alluding to something else entirely. In either case, he mumbles truthfully, “no, never. I wasn’t really like that in high school. I’m still not, I guess.”
“I see,” says Eunseok, lowering his sunglasses so Sohee can see his eyes widen. He and Sungchan exchange one of their heavily loaded glances. Eunseok asks, “are we talking about the skipping class part, or the fun part…?”
Sohee wishes the jets would suck him in and drown him. “I, uh, need some water,” he mutters, paddling quickly towards the steps. He can hear Eunseok’s lilting voice, Sohee, honey, wait!, as he pads across the veranda.
The house is air-conditioned, breaking Sohee out in goosebumps the second he gets inside. He knows he’s dripping water everywhere on his way to the kitchen, but he’s too annoyed to care right now. Two grown men teasing him for being a virgin. How fucking absurd. Except… were they really teasing him, or was Sohee imagining that? As embarrassed as he feels right now, it’s also incongruously sexy to imagine them giggling at his inexperienced expense. He tells himself he’s angry about it, but his body is flushed and flustered in that pre-erect sort of way.
He gulps down water straight from the tap, and he’s shaking his hair dry when Sungchan comes into the kitchen. His still-wet body is glistening like a stupid Twilight vampire, and unfortunately, he’s more than chiseled enough to play the part.
“Hey,” he says gently. “Are you okay? I’m sorry about Eunseok, you know how he is. He didn’t mean anything by it.”
Sohee crosses his arms across his chest. “I just don't think it's that unbelievable,” he says defensively. “Being a virgin in college.”
“It’s a little hard to believe,” Sungchan says. “I mean, you’re a perfectly sweet boy. Handsome, too. We thought you’d have people lining up.”
Sohee’s brain is utterly split: one half is malfunctioning at the definitely-not-innocent compliments, and the other half is fuming because he’s definitely teasing now. Ultimately, his wounded pride wins.
“Well, I don’t,” he snaps, and makes to walk out the door, but Sungchan grabs his arm and stops him in his tracks. They’re close enough that Sohee has to look up to face him, close enough to see the water droplets on his long lashes.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, Sohee,” he says soothingly. “It’s just… do you want it to be that way?”
Sohee swallows. Despite the water he’d gulped down, his throat feels parched. “Sorry?”
Suddenly, from the doorway: “I think my dear husband means that it would be a shame to go off to college without any experience. Wouldn't it?”
Sohee jumps at the sound of Eunseok’s voice. He hadn’t even heard him come in. He’s draped in one of his shawls, holding his wine glass as always, and he strolls over to the kitchen island to refill it. “At the very least, you’d have something to brag about.” He eyes Sungchan appreciatively as he says this.
Sohee’s mind is spinning at a hundred miles per hour. Sure, a threesome with a married couple would make a fucking great story for the first day of college, but is that really what they’re insinuating? Sohee’s pretty sure there’s nothing else they can mean, especially with the way they’re looking at him right now: like a pair of wolves waiting for a lamb to stroll into their den. Then again, he wants it so badly that he might be wilfully misunderstanding. Either way, he’s pretty sure things between them will never be normal again after this point, so he decides to take a blunt approach.
“Do you guys wanna fuck me?”
Of course his voice just has to break at the end of the question. It doesn’t seem to deter them, though. They just glance at each other again, and by now Sohee’s deciphered enough of their Looks to know that Sungchan is telling Eunseok to take the lead here.
Eunseok swirls the rosé in his glass before taking a sip. “We could fuck you, you could fuck us… there’s plenty of configurations you can make with three.”
Sohee’s brain scrambles for a moment, unable to believe what he’s hearing. He realizes that he’d been almost hoping that they’d be outraged and reject him, because at least then there would be no other path of action than to go home dejectedly and dream about them forever. Now, though, a different door has been opened wide and he has no fucking clue where it leads.
His mind seems set on sabotaging himself. He says nervously, “I don’t know if you really want that. I-I’m really a virgin. Never kissed anyone, even.”
Eunseok tuts. “Now that’s a real shame. Kissing is easy. Baby, do you want to show him?”
Sungchan’s moving before Sohee can even register the words. He cups Sohee’s face in his hand. Sohee can feel his fingertips, pruny against his cheek. Sungchan scans his face, perhaps looking for uncertainty, but he definitely doesn’t find any. Sohee watches wide-eyed as Sungchan bends his neck, coming closer and closer until their lips are pressing together, Sohee’s mouth and eyes still open in surprise. As Sungchan kisses him, Sohee finds his jaw moving automatically to chase him. Sungchan smiles into the kiss, licking at the seam of their lips, and Sohee opens his mouth eagerly to let him in.
Sohee’s mind swims pleasantly as they kiss, tongues pressing together, lips sliding against each other. Eunseok was right: this is easy. His body seems to know exactly what to do, and Sungchan is an excellent guide. Sohee moans a little when Sungchan tugs at the hairs on the nape of his neck, and he can tell Sungchan likes it by the way he exhales sharply. He’s really kissing Sungchan. Sungchan-samchun, who used to come into the pool and throw all the kids into the water, all of them screeching gleefully and coming right back for more. Sohee wants to say it now, again, again, again!, when Sungchan bites at his lower lip.
“You certainly look like you're doing a good job,” comes Eunseok’s airy voice.
Sohee springs back, brief panic taking over his mind (oh shit he just caught me kissing his husband) before he remembers that Eunseok is the one who initiated this whole situation. Sungchan says, “yeah, he is. Wanna try?”
Sohee kind of really likes how neither of them ask him. Eunseok just saunters over, spins Sohee around, and kisses him. One hand rests on Sohee’s shoulder and the other on his bare hip, and the touch sends tingles through his pelvis. Eunseok kisses primly at first, and then aggressively, much more so than Sungchan. His mouth tastes of wine, sweet and sour, and Sohee already feels drunk.
Then Sungchan pulls Eunseok away and into a kiss of their own, and Sohee gets an up-close-and-personal view of them making out. It’s more like fighting than kissing, but they certainly seem to be enjoying it, if the way Eunseok is clawing at Sungchan’s chest is any indication. Sohee feels like he’s intruding, and he has to remind himself that they want him here. Maybe they’re even putting on a bit of a show for him.
Freakishly synchronized, they pull away from each other and press a kiss to each of Sohee’s cheeks. They draw him into a three-way mess of lips and teeth, all of them kissing and licking at each other in a way that must look ridiculous but feels more erotic than anything Sohee’s young mind could ever conjure up. He has no idea where to put his hands, so they just hover in the air, trembling stupidly. He’s so, so hard, and Eunseok laughs when Sohee’s erection brushes up against his leg.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”
Eunseok leads the way, hips swaying, and they follow like a couple of puppies. Sungchan starts to make a left, and Eunseok says impatiently, “the guest bedroom, babe. I’m not getting chlorine on our sheets.” Sungchan turns and raises his eyebrows, like, see what I have to deal with?, but Sohee doesn’t think he really minds. Sohee wouldn’t either. Being bossed around by your sexy husband sounds like a pretty good way to live life.
They herd Sohee to the bed and immediately pounce on him, two pairs of hands and lips all over him. Eunseok sucks on his earlobe while Sungchan kisses his neck, then Sungchan’s tongue is in his mouth and Eunseok is pinching his nipples till they’re peaked and sore. Someone’s hand brushes at the waistband of his trunks, and panic sets back in. He knows he’s not going to last very long, and he wants to drag this out as much as possible.
“Wait, wait, can I— umm…”
They stop immediately at his protests, but now they’re staring at him in anticipation. Sohee’s mouth forms various shapes as his hazy brain tries to come up with something. Sungchan prompts gently, “what do you want, Sohee? Tell us.”
The more pertinent question is, what doesn’t he want? He’s beginning to feel the tongue-tied anxiety that comes with having to choose from a menu with way too many options.
“Maybe… can I blow you? One of you?”
Eunseok’s eyes gleam. “So cute. Of course you can. I can even show you how. This can be an educational experience.”
“Eunseok is great at it,” Sungchan says, nodding. “You’re learning from a pro, Sohee.”
Sohee swallows, feeling even more lightheaded at the idea of Eunseok blowing Sungchan. Well, more than the idea— he’s getting the visual now, Sungchan scooting up to sit at the edge of the bed, Eunseok kneeling on the floor. Sohee scrambles to sit up too, wanting a closer view.
“First: don’t be afraid to use your hands.”
Eunseok tugs Sungchan’s trunks down, and Sohee’s eyes almost pop out of his head. He’s clearly not even fully hard and he’s fucking huge. The kind of thing Sohee thought you only see in porn. His dick is at half-mast in interest, and it jerks a little at the mere sight of Eunseok licking his lips. Eunseok spits on it, and he even makes that look elegant. It’s graceful when he starts pumping Sungchan, slicking him up. His delicate wrist twists in tandem with the squeeze of his fingers. Sungchan leans back on his hands, all eyes on Eunseok as he works Sungchan to full hardness in a matter of moments.
“This is the most sensitive part,” Eunseok instructs, rubbing his palm around Sungchan’s tip until he squirms. “As I’m sure you know. So you wanna mostly focus here, with your tongue.” He demonstrates, sucking just a few inches into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks. Sohee can kind of see how he’s working his tongue, over and around it, and Sungchan tips his head back and lets out a satisfied moan.
“But,” Eunseok says, pulling off, “of course, it doesn’t hurt to take as much as you can. If it’s too much for your throat, you can kinda tuck it into your cheek, like this.”
He bobs his head down further until his mouth meets his fist, which he starts pumping slowly at the base. He sucks Sungchan off eagerly, wetly. Sohee can see how his cheek bulges, in and out, almost hypnotic. Then Eunseok’s eyes flicker up to him, making sure he’s watching. Sohee feels electrocuted by his gaze. Thankfully, it’s only a few seconds before his eyes move upwards to stare lustily at his husband. As if sensing it, Sungchan opens his eyes and looks down, and he fists a hand into Eunseok’s hair.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Sungchan says breathlessly. “Show Sohee how deep you can take me, baby.”
Sohee jumps a little at the mention of his name. He was so mesmerized watching the two of them together that he forgot he was supposed to be involved. Eunseok rolls his eyes but complies, pulling his hand away and letting Sungchan push his head all the way down. Sohee watches in amazement as Eunseok takes it all into his throat, right until his nose is pressed to Sungchan’s pelvis. Sungchan exhales in a hiss, grinding his hips up in tiny little circles until Eunseok pulls off, gasping for breath.
Sohee briefly imagines himself in that position. “Jesus,” he blurts out, his brain-to-mouth filter totally dissolved. “There’s no way I can do that.”
“Of course you can,” Eunseok purrs. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Sohee knows he means here, right now, in this bedroom, but his mind reels at the thought that this may have been their plan all along. Maybe that’s the only reason he was ever here in the first place. He assumed that they gave him this job out of pity and for the sake of old-time friendships, but that’s quite an innocent assumption. Maybe they’d discussed it with one of their eye conversations and hired him on the spot with the very intention of corrupting him like this.
“Yeah, yeah, just… it’s so big,” Sohee says dubiously. Sungchan laughs, clearly flattered despite the apprehension in Sohee’s voice.
“I never said you have to suck him off,” Eunseok says. “I have a dick too, you know.”
“Oh.” Sohee suddenly becomes very aware that Eunseok is hard too, peeking out of his outrageously small speedo. “Oh, yeah, okay, let’s—”
They shuffle positions so that Sohee is on his knees between Eunseok’s spread thighs. The husbands are sitting side by side, peering down at him like he’s an insect under a microscope. It’s extremely intimidating, but there's no time for hesitation: Eunseok is already shimmying out of his swimsuit, leaving his cock standing proud and naked, inches from Sohee’s face. It’s not as big as Sungchan’s for sure, but still pretty formidable considering where it’s about to go.
Sohee pushes through the mind fog to remember what Eunseok had done. He spits shyly on it (more of a drool, really) and uses his hand to spread it, fisting Eunseok’s dick with steady strokes. This, at least, he knows how to do.
“Good boy,” Eunseok says, petting Sohee’s head like he’s a dog. The praise is intoxicating and Sohee wants to hear it again immediately, so he ducks down and takes Eunseok’s tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue like he was instructed. Eunseok groans gently and curls his fingers into Sohee’s hair. The encouragement boosts his confidence, but then he greatly overestimates how spacious his mouth is. When he lowers his head again, Eunseok’s cock hits the back of his throat, and he pulls off with a rather unsexy gag.
Sungchan clicks his tongue as Sohee coughs and blinks the tears from his eyes. “Go easy on him, honey,” Sungchan chides, kissing Eunseok’s shoulder.
Eunseok remains unphased. He seems like he’s trying not to laugh, in fact. “Oh, you’re such a worrier. He can take it. Can’t you, Sohee?”
“Yeah,” Sohee rasps. “Yes.” He opens his mouth for more, and Eunseok feeds his dick onto his waiting tongue. Sungchan grabs one of Sohee’s hands and brings it upwards, reminding him what Eunseok showed him. Sohee (very carefully) starts sucking again, hollowing his cheeks like he saw Eunseok do, and works his hand at the same time. This earns him more petting, more praise, and his eyes slide shut in pleasure. Eunseok tastes like pool water and something else that must be him, musky and intoxicating. Sohee’s surprised by how much he’s enjoying himself. It’s not just the affirming hums and moans he’s hearing, but the feeling itself: having his mouth full with someone’s arousal, letting the drool slide down his chin. It feels dirty, and he likes it.
Eunseok’s moans suddenly go quiet and the air is filled instead with wet smacking sounds. Sohee opens his eyes and looks up, only to be once more graced with the sight of Eunseok and Sungchan kissing. Sungchan is practically devouring him, his hands roaming all over his upper body, mindful to let Sohee have dominion of his lower half. As Sohee watches, Eunseok wraps a hand around Sungchan’s cock and starts jerking him off lazily. Sohee can’t help the whimper that slips out of him, and then both men are looking at him again with twin amused expressions.
“Aw, is baby feeling left out?” Eunseok croons. Sohee pulls off to assure them that no, he’s absolutely loving where he is right now, but then Sungchan says “c’mere” and pulls Sohee up into his lap.
Sungchan gives him no time to breathe, immediately pressing their mouths together. He licks at Sohee eagerly, and Sohee realizes with a rush that he’s tasting Eunseok on his tongue. He takes the opportunity to feel Sungchan up, groping at his arms and chest and everywhere else he can reach. Eunseok’s hand moves from Sungchan’s dick to Sohee’s, slipping under his trunks, and Sohee jolts. Being sandwiched between them like this sends a delicious thrill through his body.
Eunseok’s grip is dry and relentless, jacking Sohee off at a brutal pace. He can’t really focus on the kiss anymore, so Sungchan redirects his mouth to Sohee’s neck, which is apparently very sensitive. With all the stimulation and the pent-up arousal, Sohee can feel his orgasm barreling towards him at top speed, and he tries to squirm out of the impossible situation he’s in.
“Wait, w— if you don’t stop, I’m, I’m gonna…” He cuts himself off with a cry when Eunseok just speeds up.
“Don’t worry, silly. You’re still young,” Eunseok assures him, his voice way too casual for the way he’s ravaging Sohee’s dick. “You’ll get it up again soon enough.”
Sohee can’t even argue with this, so he just slumps in Sungchan’s arms and lets it happen. Sungchan’s lips find their way back to his, and he’s moaning into his mouth as he comes helplessly, spurting over Eunseok’s knuckles and all over Sungchan’s lap. Eunseok lets him fuck it out into his fist, whispering praise into his ear. He only stops when Sohee starts weakly pawing at Sungchan, too cum-dumb to remember who’s touching him.
“Honey,” Eunseok calls, and both Sohee and Sungchan look at him. A small smile spreads across his face, so fond it makes Sohee’s chest ache. Eunseok clarifies, “Sungchan, honey. Here.”
He holds his stained hand up to Sungchan, who eagerly laps up Sohee’s cum. The visual makes Sohee’s softening dick twitch valiantly, but he’s definitely still going to need several minutes at the least. He tells them this, and Eunseok waves him off dismissively. “Oh, that’s fine. Perfect time to start stretching you, actually.”
Sungchan adds, “only if you want to, baby. We’re gonna do whatever you want.” Eunseok nods in agreement, stroking Sohee’s side. Their gentleness evaporates the initial nervousness Sohee was feeling at the idea of bottoming for the first time.
“I do want it,” he says firmly. “I’m just, um. Not sure I can take Sungchan-hyung in my ass either.”
Sungchan pinches his side and says, “that’s understandable. Eunseokie-hyung can fuck you, then, and I can ride you.” Sohee’s wide-eyed amazement must register as anxiety, because he quickly says, “if you’d like that.”
“I’d fucking love that,” Sohee says honestly, and is rewarded with two delighted grins.
“Alright, then,” Eunseok says decisively. “I’ll open Sohee up, and you do yourself, yeah?”
This last part is aimed at Sungchan, who nods and seals the deal with a kiss. He nudges Sohee off his lap so he can get up and fetch the lube, while Eunseok arranges Sohee on the bed and puts a pillow under his hips.
“You okay?” he says, almost a whisper. All the usual smirking and teasing is gone, replaced with earnest care. Sohee nods so enthusiastically his neck cramps.
This is actually the part Sohee is the most prepared for; he’s no stranger to a finger in his ass, even though that finger has always been his own. Eunseok’s hands are clearly practiced, nothing like Sohee’s own clumsy poking and prodding. He takes his sweet time rubbing around Sohee’s rim before even slipping a finger inside, so it goes easy and smooth. By the time he’s two fingers deep, slowly thrusting and curling, Sohee’s already chubbing up again.
He makes the mistake of looking over to the side, where Sungchan is mimicking Eunseok’s movements on himself. He watches Sungchan’s toned stomach flex and quiver as he opens himself up, and it makes Sohee clench hard around Eunseok's fingers.
Eunseok clicks his tongue and smacks Sohee’s thigh with his other hand. “I need you relaxed,” he scolds. “Eyes on me.”
“That's not gonna help,” Sohee mutters. He risks a glance at Eunseok anyway, between his legs, and sure enough the sight makes him tighten up again. The muscles in Eunseok’s arm are bulging as he works Sohee open, and suddenly he doesn't seem all that petite.
Eunseok laughs a little. “Okay, eyes closed then. Breathe. Nice and loose for me, yeah?”
Sohee tries, but it’s hard. He’s hard, already, again. Eunseok seems fascinated by his refractory period, asking, “will you still have enough to give Sungchanie? He’s a bit of a cumslut.”
“Takes one to know one,” Sungchan shoots back, remarkably composed despite the slick sounds coming from between his legs.
“Guilty,” Eunseok grins, and pushes through the resistance to add a third finger. It’s definitely pleasurable now, but Eunseok is steadfastly avoiding his prostate, which Sohee appreciates. He’d like to hold off for more than a few minutes this time.
At four fingers, Sohee starts to think the prep is a bit excessive. “I think I’m ready,” he says, but his voice still trembles slightly. His cherry’s about to be popped— as eager as he is for it, he can’t help but feel a little nervous. Eunseok uses his free hand to stroke at his stomach, and Sungchan tucks his hair behind his ear.
“You are?” Eunseok asks, at the same time as Sungchan says, “you sure?”
“Yes, please,” Sohee says, cheeks burning at how desperate he sounds.
Sungchan rolls a condom onto both Sohee and Eunseok, which Sohee finds inordinately hot. Eunseok adds a little more lube to both Sohee and himself, and then he’s pushing Sohee’s thighs into his chest and positioning himself at his entrance. Sohee immediately hooks his arms behind his knees, keeping himself spread, offering himself up. He’s rewarded with a pleased smile and Eunseok’s cock pushing into him excruciatingly slowly. He feels every single bit of it, and they both gasp at the way Sohee’s hole sucks him right in, pulling the head all the way in.
Eunseok exhales heavily, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping still. Sungchan moves behind Eunseok, hooking a chin over his shoulder so that he can see. “How does it feel?”
“Tight,” Eunseok grits out. He’s rubbing the backs of Sohee’s thighs soothingly, maybe grounding himself too. The faint sting of the stretch is nothing compared to the satisfaction Sohee feels at knowing he’s the one making Eunseok come undone like this. Sohee’s never seen him anything but calm and collected. His cool has never cracked, not for as long as Sohee can remember, and now he’s barely inside Sohee and his cheeks are turning a ridiculous shade of pink.
Just as Sohee’s about to tell him to move, Sungchan grabs Eunseok’s hips from behind and eases him further into Sohee’s hole. Sohee lets out a choked little gasp when he realizes Sungchan isn’t stopping, gently pushing Eunseok deeper and deeper until he’s buried all the way inside. Sohee’s ass is throbbing and so is his dick and his head and his whole body, really. The buzz only elevates when Eunseok starts rocking his hips, fucking Sohee with deliberate, measured thrusts. Sohee wonders why anyone bothers getting high when anal is an option.
“How does it feel?” Eunseok echoes Sungchan’s question, this time directed at Sohee. Sungchan’s still watching over his shoulder, his bottom teeth between his lips and his eyes tracking Eunseok’s slow movements.
“Good,” Sohee breathes, barely managing words. “I’m, ah. So full, hyung.”
Eunseok curses under his breath and then leans forwards, slotting their bodies together so that he can kiss Sohee again. It’s barely a real kiss, openmouthed and messy, all tongue as Eunseok starts fucking him properly. He’s not rough, but Sohee can feel every thrust deep and hard in his stomach, punching little noises out of him that Eunseok swallows up eagerly. It feels so incredible that he keeps kinda forgetting about his own dick altogether, except for when it drools out more and more precum against his tummy.
Sohee hears a whine and opens his eyes to see Sungchan pawing at their joined bodies. “Let me,” he protests, not-too-gently separating them. Eunseok laughs and kisses his cheek, then leans back on his heels again, leaving plenty of space. “Go ahead, puppy.”
The pet name sends a jolt through Sohee, and yeah, that’s something he’s gonna have to explore later. Sungchan seems unaffected by it, as if it’s normal pillowtalk for them. He just smiles sweetly at Eunseok and straddles Sohee, sitting right in his lap. Their hard cocks brush together every time Eunseok fucks into him, and the dual stimulation is already making him lightheaded.
“Can I, Sohee?” he asks faux-innocently, letting his hips hover a little. He laughs at the way Sohee’s dick jerks upwards valiantly. “Should I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, please, go ahead,” Sohee manages to stammer. It’s overwhelming, feeling Eunseok fucking him but being unable to see him behind Sungchan’s firm, broad body. He barely blinks once as Sungchan grabs his dick and lines it up to his hole, sitting right down in a fluid, practiced motion.
Their moans mingle hotly in the air, and now it’s Eunseok’s turn to watch over Sungchan’s shoulder. “Look at that,” he says admiringly. “Now you’re really not a virgin, Sohee, both ways.”
“Yeah,” Sohee says faintly. Honestly, it’s the last thing on his mind at the moment. Sungchan is so exquisitely warm and tight around him, better than a toy, so much better than his hand. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever go back to jerking off, now that he knows how it feels to have Sungchan’s velvety walls squeeze around him. He rides Sohee lazily, leaning back into Eunseok’s chest and grinding his hips in slow circles. His rhythm is totally unmatched to Eunseok’s, so the bursts of pleasure alternate deliciously for Sohee.
He watches, fascinated, as Eunseok’s hands snake around Sungchan’s waist and up his chest. He plays with Sungchan’s nipples and sucks on his earlobe, and Sungchan’s eyes flutter closed with a whimper. Emboldened, Sohee puts his hands on Sungchan’s hips, helping him ride. This earns him a warm smile from the both of them, making him feel proud and shy at the same time.
“You’re doing amazing, darling,” Eunseok murmurs from over Sungchan’s shoulder. “Taking hyung so well.”
“Fucking hyung so well,” Sungchan adds breathlessly, although he’s really the one fucking himself onto Sohee. It makes Sohee feel a little bit like a human dildo, but he’s absolutely not opposed to that. He thinks about being restrained while Sungchan rides him like this, Eunseok pinning his hands above his head so he can’t touch, and his stomach clenches in warning.
“Hyung, hyungs, I’m close,” he whimpers.
“Already?” Eunseok coos, slightly condescending. It doesn’t help.
“Be nice,” Sungchan chides. “I’m close too. Wanna help me out, Sohee?”
He leads Sohee’s hand to his cock, and Sohee once again appreciates how nice and girthy it is, straining in his hand. He jerks Sungchan off fast, without finesse, and fuck, he can feel Sungchan clenching around him with every stroke. It’s a miracle he’s lasted this long. Eunseok fucks him particularly deep, and Sungchan squeezes him tight, and then he’s gone. Stars explode behind his eyes and he whimpers both of their names as he comes harder than he ever has in his short life. His mind goes utterly blank for a beautiful split second, everything falling away except for the intense dual pleasure he’s feeling. He’s spilling like crazy into the condom, but he imagines that he’s filling Sungchan up instead.
The feeling of Sohee’s warmth inside him is more than enough for Sungchan, condom or not. He groans and buckles forward, hips rocking so fast that Sohee can barely keep his hand around him as he shoots ropes all over Sohee’s chest and stomach. If Sohee hadn’t just come, that visual would have done it for him. It seems to do it for Eunseok, too, who lets out a hiss and starts fucking Sohee with abandon, rough and reckless. Sohee squirms and mewls, teetering just on the edge of overstimulation, but soon Eunseok halts and comes inside him with a shudder, hips slowing to a gradual stop.
For a few beats, they all remain exactly as they are, the sounds of their heavy breathing overlapping. Then Sungchan slowly eases himself off of Sohee, and Eunseok pulls out carefully. Sohee appreciates it — he doesn’t think he can take any more pleasure-pain — but the sudden loss of stimulation leaves him feeling empty. The husbands don’t give him any time to dwell on it, though; Eunseok cups his face and kisses him deeply while Sungchan pulls his condom off and wipes him down with some magically-summoned tissues.
“You were so good, Sohee,” Eunseok murmurs against his lips. “So perfect.”
Sungchan brushes his hair behind his ear. “How are you feeling?”
“Great,” Sohee manages. An understatement. “Really good, hyung. Hyungs. I… I don’t think I can stand up.”
“There’s no need for that,” Eunseok says, and then Sungchan is scooping Sohee up into his arms bridal-style, prompting a slightly undignified shriek. He carries Sohee to the master bathroom, where Eunseok starts filling up the massive whirlpool bath with various scents and bubbles. There’s more than enough room for the three of them. Eunseok and Sungchan pass Sohee back and forth between their laps, soaping him up and washing his hair, never leaving him alone or untouched for a moment. The quiet is so comfortable, and Sohee feels so taken care of. Embarrassingly, it makes a few tears spring to his eyes, which he’s glad he can blame on the shampoo.
“Do you want to stay for dinner?” Eunseok asks, rinsing Sohee’s hair. “I can cook for us.”
Us. It falls off his tongue so naturally that Sohee has no choice but to agree. He doesn’t want to cut this short. He doesn’t ever want this feeling to end.
It’s not until they’re on the couch, eating fried rice and joking about the sexual tension that’s been building all summer, that Sohee suddenly remembers something. “Honestly, I should’ve known for sure what you guys were up to after that weekend when you were ‘away’.”
Sungchan looks puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” Sohee raises his eyebrows. “I still have no idea how you guys pulled it off, by the way.”
“Pulled what off, honey?” Eunseok asks, and he seems genuinely confused, no playfulness or coyness.
Sohee looks back and forth between them. “When you guys told me you were going away for the weekend and then you fucked right in front of the pool? I don’t know how you guys knew I would be there.”
Sungchan bursts into laughter, projectile-spitting rice everywhere. Eunseok looks mortified, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Oh my god. Sohee. We didn’t know you were there. You saw that?!”
Sohee’s jaw drops a little bit. “Wait, so that wasn’t you guys putting on a show? You were fucking up against the glass doors just for fun?!”
“Sungchanie is a bit of an exhibitionist,” Eunseok says wearily.
“I didn’t know we’d actually have an audience, though,” Sungchan says through his giggles. “That would have made it so much hotter. We can definitely recreate the scene, though. Sohee, you like to watch, yeah?”
“I mean… I wouldn't complain.” Sohee feels hot all over again, and it has nothing to do with the spice level of Eunseok’s cooking.
“Alright, then,” Eunseok says decisively, stretching his long legs out onto both Sohee and Sungchan’s laps. “We’ll make it happen. We still have a couple weeks, don't we?”
One thing’s for sure: Sohee will definitely be coming home for summer vacation, winter vacation, and spring break.