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The hotel bar was never meant to be this quiet.
It sat just off the main lobby, tucked behind a half wall of dark wood and brass fixtures, the kind of place that only really came alive once the conference badges were off and the polite smiles had been set aside.
Tonight, the crowd had thinned to a low murmur, a few lingering guests hunched over drinks, a couple whispered conversations dissolving into the clink of ice.
Sang-woo took the stool nearest the corner, loosening his tie as he sat.
He hadn’t planned on staying long, one drink, maybe two, something to take the edge off the day, but the weight of the conference still clung to him.
Numbers, projections, polite disagreements that had gone nowhere.
He ordered a whiskey without looking at the menu.
“You know..,” a voice said beside him, calm and familiar, “I thought this place would be louder.”
Sang-woo glanced sideways, surprised into a brief smile.
“In-ho,” he said. “I thought you’d already disappeared.”
In-ho shrugged as he took the stool next to him, setting his phone face down on the counter.
He looked much the same as he always did at these things, composed, sharp, suit immaculate despite the long day.
If Sang-woo hadn’t known better, he might’ve thought the man never tired.
“Considered it,” In-ho replied. “But the elevators were crowded. Thought I’d wait it out.”
“Smart,” Sang-woo said dryly. “The networking never really ends, does it?”
“No,” In-ho agreed. “It just relocates.”
They shared a quiet, knowing look.
This wasn’t their first conference together, not by a long shot. Different branches, different responsibilities, but enough overlap that they’d crossed paths every year or so.
Dinners where they’d been seated together by chance.
Panels where one had asked a question and the other had answered.
Familiarity without intimacy.
Comfortable, if distant.
The bartender approached with practiced ease, setting Sang-woo’s whiskey down and turning his attention to In-ho.
“And for you, sir?”
“Whatever he’s having,” In-ho said, then paused. “Actually.. soju, neat, if you have it.”
The bartender’s brows lifted slightly, impressed.
“We do,” he said. “Give me just a moment.”
Up close, Sang-woo noticed him properly for the first time.
He was older than most of the staff, not by much, but enough to stand out. His uniform was neatly pressed, sleeves rolled just enough to suggest comfort rather than sloppiness.
There was something open about his face, something that invited conversation without trying too hard for it.
When he returned, placing the small glass carefully in front of In-ho, Sang-woo caught himself watching the way his hands moved.
Steady.
Unhurried.
“Long day?” the bartender asked, glancing between them.
“You could say that,” Sang-woo replied.
“Conferences always are.”
The bartender smiled, faint but genuine.
“Yeah. I see a lot of you this time of year.”
In-ho hummed softly. “Occupational hazard.”
The conversation should’ve ended there. It would have, on any other night, but Sang-woo found himself adding, “You work all of them?”
“Most,” the bartender said. “It’s busy, but… predictable. People like routine.”
Something in his tone suggested he was talking as much about himself as the job.
Sang-woo nodded, thoughtful. “There’s value in that.”
In-ho glanced between them, interest sharpening just a touch.
They drank.
The bar grew quieter.
The whiskey warmed Sang-woo’s chest, the soju went down dangerously smooth.
The bartender, Gi-hun, according to the small name tag pinned neatly to his vest, lingered just enough to keep the conversation going, refilling glasses before they were empty, responding when spoken to without hovering.
At some point, the conversation drifted from work to travel, then to food, then, somehow, to the absurdities of corporate life, the shared frustrations smoothing the edges between them.
Gi-hun laughed easily, soft and surprised, like he hadn’t expected to be included but was pleased to be.
“You know,” Sang-woo said, swirling the ice in his glass, “they always tell us these events are about connection.”
Gi-hun nodded. “Do they work?”
Sang-woo considered him. “Sometimes.”
In-ho watched the exchange with quiet attention, the way Gi-hun met Sang-woo’s gaze without flinching, with a calm smile.
It was rare, and it was… refreshing.
Another drink.
Then another.
At some point, Sang-woo couldn’t pinpoint when, the edge of competition slipped into the air.
It wasn’t overt.
Just a subtle shift.
A glance held a second too long.
A comment directed more pointedly at Gi-hun than the other.
“How about.. a friendly wager?”, Sang-woo turned to In-ho, barely above a whisper.
“Regarding?”
“The bartender”, Sang-woo smiled.
“In what sense..?”, In-ho asked, slightly puzzled.
“He’s quite handsome no? You’re not interested..?”
In-ho gave a meek smile. “Should I be expected to act if I were?”
The two men glanced at the bartender who was waiting on the opposite side of the counter.
“I’d like to try..,” Sang-woo raised his eyebrows, “perhaps we should feel out the situation a bit more.. though.. I think he’s interested, in at least one of us..”
“Is that why you’ve been so different all night? I’m sure he’s just doing his job.”
“Have you ever met such an attentive server? Please, I’ve seen this play out before, he’s curious..”
“I think he’s trying to make some cash and the whiskey has gone to your head”, In-ho laughed, “though.. I’ll briefly entertain the thought, for my amusement, if nothing else”.
As if his ears were burning, it wasn’t long before Gi-hun returned, smile warm as ever.
“Another round gentlemen?”
In-ho glanced at Sang-woo, then leaned closer against the bar counter, voice low.
“You’re good at this,” he murmured, nodding toward the bartender.
Gi-hun tilted his head. “At what?”
“Making people talk.”
Gi-hun smiled, a little crooked. “People usually want to.”
Sang-woo felt something twist pleasantly in his chest, he watched him with wandering eyes.
For the remainder of the evening, himself and In-ho were gently prying information from Gi-hun, really attempting to get a feel for him.
As the night pressed on, the bar lights dimmed slightly, last call approaching. Chairs were stacked at the far end of the room.
Gi-hun glanced at the clock behind the counter, then back at them, hesitation flickering across his face.
“We’re closing soon,” he said. Not an instruction, just an explanation.
Sang-woo set his glass down, reluctant.
“Already?”
“Afraid so.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Sang-woo boldly said, “Seems a shame to end the night here..”
Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “Does it?”
In-ho chuckled quietly, reaching for his jacket, glancing towards Sang-woo. “Depends what you had in mind.”
Sang-woo turned to him, emboldened by the alcohol and the hour.
“I was thinking we continue, somewhere quieter.”
Gi-hun’s eyes flicked between them.
In-ho smiled, just slightly.
“I’ve got a great bottle of soju upstairs. Brought it from home.”
Sang-woo hadn’t known that. The realization sparked something competitive and amused in him.
“Did you..?” he said. “Seems almost rude not to open it.” Then without missing a beat, he added, “Gi-hun, would you join us?”
They both glanced at Gi-hun, then to each other.
Gi-hun hesitated.
A long pause stretched between them.
He glanced toward the back, where another staff member was finishing up, then back to the two men watching him with open, undisguised interest.
“I’m really not supposed to,” he said slowly, “I’m off in ten..”.
Sang-woo leaned forward. “Excellent, then you should definitely join us,” he said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
In-ho didn’t contradict him. Didn’t push. He simply met Gi-hun’s gaze, steady and inviting.
“We were enjoying the conversation,” he added.
Gi-hun exhaled, something like a laugh escaping him. “You’re trouble.”
Sang-woo grinned. “Only a little.”
Another glance toward the back. A quiet calculation.
“Alright,” Gi-hun said at last. “One drink.”
They left him with In-ho’s room number and journeyed up alone for now.
After the short elevator ride, In-ho’s room was exactly what Sang-woo expected.
Not a single thing out of place.
You’d have thought the room wasn’t even in use.
The understated luxury of the hotel, dark wood and soft lighting, city lights stretching endlessly beyond the window, it was calm and peaceful.
In-ho set the soju bottle on the low table with deliberate care, pouring three glasses without asking.
Himself and Sang-woo settled into the space easily, the tension carried up from the bar settling into something heavier, more private.
Conversation resumed, easier now, unbound by counters and closing times.
“You do this often?”, In-ho enquired.
“What are you referring to exactly?”, Sang-woo said calmly.
“Inviting strange men to your hotel room, well.. my hotel room I suppose..”
“I’ve never invited anyone to your hotel room,” Sang-woo chuckled, “though.. as for mine.. there’s been the odd occasion..”
“I see..”, In-ho passed him a glass.
“I take it it’s your first time being so reckless”, Sang-woo smirked at him.
In-ho watched him over the rim of his glass. “It is.”
“It’s just a drink,” Sang-woo sighed, “you’re awfully tense.”
“So you’re saying you have no ill intentions for tonight..?”
“Pfft”, Sang-woo scoffed, “I wouldn’t call them ill intentions first of all, secondly, if he’s willing, I wouldn’t say no.”
Sang-woo’s lips curved into a sly smile, he felt the night narrowing, the world condensing down to this room, this moment.
A knock sounded at the door.
They both looked up.
Sang-woo’s heart kicked unexpectedly hard as In-ho rose to answer it.
On the other side, Gi-hun stood, silhouetted by the hallway light, expression unreadable, as he waited for an answer.
Gi-hun hesitated at the threshold longer than he probably should have.
The door stood open, revealing the muted warmth of the room beyond, low lights, drawn curtains, the city reduced to a scatter of distant gold through the glass.
He adjusted his jacket out of habit, even though there was nothing wrong with it, then stepped inside.
“Hey,” he said, softer than he meant to.
After closing the door, In-ho turned back toward the table. “You made it.”
“Barely,” Gi-hun replied with a small, nervous laugh. “I almost talked myself out of it in the elevator.”
Sang-woo looked up from the couch, interest flickering openly across his face. “What changed your mind?”
“You two already had.”
It was meant lightly, but the room seemed to still around it.
In-ho handed him a glass without comment, fingers brushing Gi-hun’s briefly as he took it.
The contact was accidental, it had to be, but Gi-hun still felt it all the way up his arm.
“Soju,” In-ho said. “The good kind, not that the one downstairs wasn’t satisfactory.”
Gi-hun eyed the glass. “I should probably..”
Sang-woo interrupted gently. “You said one drink.”
Gi-hun smiled despite himself. “I did.”
He took a careful sip.
It was smoother than he expected, warming without burning, the taste lingering pleasantly. He exhaled, shoulders easing just a fraction.
They settled into the room slowly, like none of them wanted to rush whatever this was.
Gi-hun took the armchair opposite the couch at first, posture polite, careful.
Sang-woo lounged with easy confidence, In-ho leaned back, watching more than he spoke.
Conversation found its way back to familiar ground, travel, the city, the strange sameness of hotels that blurred together after a while.
Gi-hun found himself talking more than he’d intended, answering questions, offering stories from behind the bar.
“You ever get tired of it?” Sang-woo asked, “Watching people come and go.”
“All the time,” Gi-hun said. Then, after a beat, “But sometimes it’s nice. You meet people you wouldn’t otherwise.”
In-ho hummed thoughtfully. “Like us.”
Gi-hun laughed, a little breathless. “Like you.”
There was a pause, not awkward, exactly, but weighted.
Gi-hun shifted in his seat, suddenly aware of how closely they were watching him. Not leering. Just attentive. As though he’d become the most interesting thing in the room without realizing when.
He took another sip, mostly to give his hands something to do.
“I probably shouldn’t be here,” he admitted, glancing down at the glass. “Staff and guests mixing like this… it’s not exactly encouraged.”
Sang-woo tilted his head. “Are you worried?”
Gi-hun considered the question honestly. “A part of me is, yes.”
“And the rest?” In-ho asked quietly.
Gi-hun looked up. Met his gaze. Something in In-ho’s expression, calm, steady, without pressure, made the answer easier.
“The rest of me is enjoying the company,” he said.
Sang-woo smiled at that, slow and pleased.
They shifted closer without quite meaning to.
Gi-hun didn’t remember standing, only that at some point he was on the couch between them, the armchair forgotten. The air felt warmer there, charged in a way that made his skin prickle.
Their knees brushed.
Then stayed that way.
No one commented on it.
In-ho refilled their glasses.
Sang-woo’s hand lingered on the back of the couch, close enough that Gi-hun could feel the heat of it through the fabric of his jacket.
“So,” Sang-woo said casually, “do you always break the rules this easily?”
Gi-hun snorted. “You have no idea.”
In-ho chuckled softly. “I find that hard to believe.”
Gi-hun glanced between them, something fluttering low in his chest. “You two always this… intense?”
Sang-woo raised an eyebrow. “Is that a complaint?”
Gi-hun hesitated, then shook his head. “Just an observation.”
The silence that followed was thicker now, the kind that stretched without snapping.
Gi-hun became acutely aware of his breathing, of the space he occupied between them, of how neither man seemed inclined to give that space back.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a sensible voice reminded him that this was risky. That he’d be back behind the bar tomorrow, that lines once crossed couldn’t always be uncrossed.
But the room felt insulated from consequence, like this moment existed on its own terms.
“So you get hit on a lot? As a bartender I mean,” Sang-woo cut through the silence.
“Oh like you wouldn’t believe, a lot of women hoping for free drinks y’know?”, he smiled.
“Ah typical, everyone loves a freebie huh?”, Sang-woo chuckled.
“Yeah usually when people are overly nice you know they’re fishing for something. Hard to find genuinely nice company at work,” he laughed, and then hesitated.
“What was that?”, Sang-woo asked.
“Huh?”, Gi-hun replied, trying to act normal.
In-ho spoke, voice low. “You look like you’re thinking too hard, you hesitated.”
“I.. well uh.. when you guys were being so nice to me, it did cross my mind for a minute..”
Sang-woo leaned a little closer. “What did?”
Gi-hun swallowed, pulse quickening.
“That maybe you two were being so nice.. inviting me for a drink because.. well..”, he chuckled nervously, “I don’t know.. like maybe you guys wanted to invite me here to sleep with me or something..”
The two men glanced at each other, then back to Gi-hun whose face was flushed from drinking, clearly the soju was loosening his thoughts.. and his mouth.
“Interesting..”, Sang-woo hummed.
“I..is it..?”, Gi-hun, now flustered, fearing he said something wrong or out of place.
“Interesting that you still came despite thinking that”, Sang-woo spoke, pushing his glasses back.
“I.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend, I can’t handle my soju.. I should probably go..”
“No offence taken,” In-ho said calmly.
“What if we did..?”, Sang-woo interrupted.
In-ho shot him a look of disbelief, stunned he’d actually bring it up, he’d been sure he was simply joking about it.
“Sang-woo..”, In-ho choked.
“We’re all adults here, I’m simply curious if he’d have still come if he knew for sure that’s what was intended”, Sang-woo clarified.
Gi-hun felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest, he swallowed hard.
“I…”
The room went silent, awaiting an answer.
“I’d still have knocked..”
The words landed heavier than Gi-hun expected them to.
For a second, no one spoke. The quiet in the room thickened, no longer uncertain but deliberate.
Gi-hun could feel it in the way Sang-woo stilled beside him, in the way In-ho’s gaze sharpened, no longer merely curious.
“You would have..,” Sang-woo repeated, softer now.
Gi-hun nodded, once. His hands were clasped together in his lap, knuckles faintly white, but he didn’t look away. If he was going to say it, he was going to own it.
“I didn’t know for sure,” he said. “But… I wondered.. and I still came.”
In-ho exhaled slowly, something unreadable passing over his face.
Gi-hun let out a quiet, self conscious laugh. “You two weren’t very subtle about being interested...”
That earned a faint smile from In-ho, brief, but real.
“And?” Sang-woo prompted.
Gi-hun glanced between them, heat creeping up his neck. “And I didn’t feel uncomfortable. If that makes sense. You were nice. Not fake nice. Just..” He shrugged helplessly. “It felt easy.”
Sang-woo leaned back slightly, studying him with new interest, like the answer had satisfied something he hadn’t known he was asking.
“In other words,” Sang-woo said, “you weren’t worried.”
“I was..,” Gi-hun corrected. “Just not enough to leave.”
Another silence, but this one hummed.
In-ho shifted first. Not closer, not farther. Just enough that Gi-hun became acutely aware of how little space there really was between them on the couch.
Their shoulders nearly brushed now.
“You know,” In-ho said evenly, “you can still leave, if you’re uncomfortable.”
Gi-hun met his gaze. “I know.”
Sang-woo tilted his head. “But you’re not going to..”
Gi-hun swallowed. “No.”
Something settled then, quiet and decisive.
The air changed, not rushed, not sharp, but unmistakably intentional.
Sang-woo’s lips curved, slow and thoughtful. “You’re braver than you look.”
Gi-hun huffed. “Funnily enough, I’ve been told that.”
In-ho reached for the soju bottle, refilling Gi-hun’s glass, though it was still half full.
He didn’t ask.
Gi-hun accepted it anyway, fingers brushing In-ho’s as he took it, the contact lingering just long enough to make his pulse jump.
No one commented on it.
“You two.. do this a lot..?”
“Oh no not at all”, In-ho said somewhat defensively, “It wasn’t even my idea.. I never.. I..”
“We’re not exactly friends,” Sang-woo butted in, “we just work for the same company, different branches, we only see each other once or twice a year.”
“Oh I get it.. must make this easier I guess..”
In-ho swallowed hard.
“He’s never done this,” Sang-woo said gently, “I’m not a stranger to inviting someone to my room though, these things get boring”.
Gi-hun looked between them, “You definitely did seem the most forward of you two..”. He chuckled nervously.
“So..,” Sang-woo said lightly, though his eyes didn’t leave Gi-hun’s face.
Gi-hun took a sip, buying himself a moment. The alcohol warmed his chest, loosened the knot in his stomach just enough.
Sang-woo reached out, fingers brushing Gi-hun’s wrist, testing. When Gi-hun didn’t pull away, In-ho’s thumb traced lightly over his other wrist.
“You’re sure?” In-ho asked.
Gi-hun nodded again, firmer this time. “I am.”
Sang-woo watched the exchange closely, eyes darkening, the earlier humour replaced by something more focused.
He leaned in, close enough now that Gi-hun could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of cologne and soju.
“Then look at me,” Sang-woo said.
Gi-hun did.
The kiss, when it came, wasn’t rushed. Sang-woo gave Gi-hun time, hovering just close enough that Gi-hun could have pulled away, could have said no.
He didn’t.
Their lips met softly, a question more than a claim.
Gi-hun inhaled sharply, surprise giving way to something warm as he kissed back, slow and unpracticed but sincere.
When they parted, Gi-hun was breathless.
In-ho watched them with quiet intensity, his hand still resting at Gi-hun’s wrist, grounding.
“That..,” In-ho murmured, “answers that.”
Gi-hun laughed softly, a little dazed. “Yeah.”
Sang-woo lingered close, forehead nearly touching Gi-hun’s. “You’re doing alright?”
Gi-hun nodded, smiling now. “Better than alright.”
In-ho leaned in then, just enough to brush his lips along Gi-hun’s jaw, not kissing, not yet, but close enough to promise it.
The tension didn’t break.
It deepened.
And Gi-hun stayed right where he was.
As Sang-woo initiated and pulled away from another kiss, he looked to In-ho who was hesitant.
“You’re nervous?”, he raised an eyebrow.
Gi-hun turned to face him.
“I’ve not done this before..”, In-ho admitted.
“You mean with a stranger or with a man?”, Sang-woo asked.
“With a stranger, with a man, with two men, it’s all the same really..”, he sighed nervously.
“But you want to?”, Gi-hun asked.
In-ho’s almond eyes met Gi-hun’s bright gaze. He swallowed hard.
“Y.. you are very handsome.. I just..”
Without warning Gi-hun kissed him. It was warm, grounding, he even felt a tingling sensation ripple through him. When Gi-hun pulled away, In-ho inhaled slowly, his tongue trailing the outside of his lips.
“Less nervous?”, Gi-hun asked, as Sang-woo watched wide eyed.
“..yeah..”, In-ho replied breathlessly.
“He’s the level headed one”, Sang-woo laughed, “probably never broke a rule in his life”.
That made Gi-hun giggle.
Sang-woo curled his finger under his chin and pulled him in for yet another kiss. There was a slight sweetness from the soju, as he dipped his tongue into him.
Gi-hun placed a hand against Sang-woo’s chest to steady himself.
Gi-hun could taste the deep smoky notes of the earlier whiskey lingering on Sang-woo’s tongue. There was even a little heat grazing the back of his throat, though he didn’t mind it.
In-ho sat back watching the exchange between the two men as he finished sipping from his glass. He leaned forward to place it on the table, and as he went to straighten himself back in the seat, Gi-hun turned to him.
His eyes scanned him, almost as if asking In-ho for permission, since there was no hesitation, he acted gently.
Gi-hun shifted in his seat, placing a leg over In-ho, whose hands instinctively went to his hips as he straddled him. Gi-hun looked deep into his eyes, a smile stretching across his flushed face.
“I think tonight is the night you finally break some rules..”, he whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him with intent.
In-ho’s breath hitched. Muffled noises escaped him as Gi-hun kissed him deeper, his tongue flicking against his, the traces of the sweet taste of soju and the smoky taste of whiskey lingering in Gi-hun’s mouth.
Sang-woo sat back, arm resting on the couch, crossing one leg over the other as he sipped his drink, smiling to himself.
In-ho was blushing and Gi-hun was working him hard, his hands combing through the back of his hair, smiles breaking through the kiss.
He pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva threaded between them. He wiped it from In-ho’s lip.
“For someone who was so nervous, you’re quite the kisser”, Gi-hun laughed.
“I think he was somehow more nervous than you”, Sang-woo scoffed.
Gi-hun’s thumb caressed his face. “I think he’s in good hands”.
“So.. how are we doing this..?”, Sang-woo asked curiously, finger tracing the rim of the glass.
“As in..?”
“Top or bottom?”, Sang-woo blurted out plainly.
Gi-hun laughed, “What’s your preference?”
“Top.”
Gi-hun blushed, and turned back to face In-ho. “And you?”
He looked at him puzzled.
“Top,” Sang-woo said, answering for him, “He’s just not familiar with the terms.”
Gi-hun smiled, “I think we can make that work.”
“So.. you’ve done this before?”, Sang-woo asked.
“I don’t kiss and tell”, he laughed.
Sang-woo’s eyes followed him with intense curiosity, he couldn’t shake the lustful glare printed on his face.
“A..am I the only when then who hasn’t been with a man..??”, In-ho blinked, slightly self conscious of the fact.
“Don’t sweat it,” Sang-woo said placing his glass down.
“Are you two going to..”, Gi-hun asked.
“Oh no, no no no,” Sang-woo laughed, “he’s not, no, I don’t think either of us want that.”
“That would be a bit too weird for me”, In-ho chuckled lightly, “I’ve known him too long.. he’s very intense.”
“Then I’ll take care of you”, Gi-hun said, looking at In-ho, “try to relax”.
He kissed him again, this time slower, more gentle, and he traced his fingers over his lap. The more Gi-hun brushed against In-ho, the more he felt him growing. He sighed deeply into him with each brush off it.
“I think..,” Gi-hun muttered, brushing his forehead against In-ho’s, “one more soju should do it.”
“In-ho, buddy, you are too uptight, come on, live a little”, Sang-woo said, passing a new shot of soju to Gi-hun.
Gi-hun spread In-ho’s bottom lip and tipped the soju into his mouth, and rubbed his thumb lightly on the cheek.
“There you go, breathe.”
Sang-woo removed his tie, throwing it to the floor and undid two buttons on his shirt before lying back against the couch.
“Help him out,” Sang-woo told Gi-hun.
Gi-hun undid In-ho’s tie, pulling him closer with it as it braced the back of his neck. As he kissed him, his fingers traced over and undid his shirt buttons.
One hand was pressing firmly against In-ho’s hardening erection, the shot of soju having loosened him up enough to finally let go.
Gi-hun undid his pants button and slowly, teasingly pulled down the zipper.
Sang-woo, on the opposite end of the couch was already rubbing himself through his suit pants, as he watched intently.
Gi-hun slid the pants down slightly, followed by his underwear. He wrapped his fingers around In-ho as he worked his hand up and down against him.
“Fuck,” In-ho rasped.
“Fuck..,” Sang-woo breathed.
“..what..?”, In-ho asked in a breathy tone, glancing to Sang-woo, a slight embarrassment from being watched.
“I didn’t expect you to be hung like a horse..”, he laughed.
“What? I.. I’m not..”
“You kind of are,” Gi-hun interrupted, kissing at his neck, his fingers still tightening around him, “it’s impressive.”
In-ho let out another low groan sinking back into the seat. He felt his facing burning as Gi-hun touched him, caressing him, licking him, breathing at his neck.
There was also the weird sensation of being watched. He’d known Sang-woo for years, but nothing too personal, he felt his stare from across the couch.. he kind of enjoyed it.
Gi-hun dropped to his knees, eyes beaming up at In-ho, his upturned eyebrows shooting an unsure glance back in Gi-hun’s direction.
Gi-hun brushed his tongue along the shaft, cupping his balls, and circled along his tip before wrapping his lips around him.
His mouth was warm, inviting, and felt so fucking good.
In-ho moaned as he sucked him, his hand grabbing his hair.
“..oh my god..”, he growled.
“Is he that good?”, Sang-woo smirked, stroking his cock as he watch them.
“Shut up”, In-ho barked, before more low moans ensued.
Gi-hun’s puppy dog eyes glanced up at In-ho, who’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, and then to Sang-woo, who shot him a sly wink while stroking himself.
“You’re selfish you know,” Sang-woo mocked, “Keeping him for yourself, especially given it was my idea..”
In-ho glanced in his direction, chest rising and falling rapidly, cheeks pink. He then glanced downward at Sang-woo’s cock, he felt his face burning.
“..fuck..”, he sighed to himself, combing a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay.”
He rustled Gi-hun’s hair to get his attention.
He looked up, as if peering into his soul, his eyes pleading innocence but his actions anything but.
“His turn,” In-ho pointed begrudgingly in Sang-woo’s direction.
“Aww he thinks of me”, Sang-woo joked, patting the couch next to him.
Gi-hun did as he was told and sat where Sang-woo had intended for him. He snarled playfully as he pulled Gi-hun up to his lap, kissing him as his hands ran up and down his sides.
When he pulled away he looked him up and down. “God, look at you.. aren’t you just..”, Sang-woo pulled him closer, biting and sucking at his neck, “absolutely breathtaking.”
Gi-hun smiled at him, a small chuckle following.
“Come,” Sang-woo patted his lap, beckoning for Gi-hun to taste him, “give this guy a show yeah ?”, he laughed.
In-ho ran a hand over his face, trailing his fingers thoughtfully at the chin as he watched Gi-hun suck Sang-woo’s cock. It was exhilarating to watch, though he missed the sensation on his own.
“Fuck me that’s good..”, Sang-woo growled, pulling at Gi-hun’s hair, bobbing his head up and down faster on his cock, “yeah.. good boy..”
In-ho swallowed hard hearing the words as he watched Sang-woo praise Gi-hun. He had such a powerful energy, he dominated the room, he was absolutely filthy.. but god.. it was hot..
In-ho’s eyes met Sang-woo’s dark and heated gaze as he looked up from watching Gi-hun.
He shook his head in disbelief to In-ho, as if to say, “God, he really is good”. He then wiggled his eyebrows in suggestion at In-ho, as he made his next calculated move.
He caressed Gi-hun’s face, tilting his face up. Gi-hun looked at him with sweet eyes. He leaned forward, their noses almost touching. He whispered in his ear, Gi-hun nodding along.
Sang-woo leaned over briefly, patting In-ho on the shoulder. “Go time”.
“..go time..?”, In-ho hesitated.
Sang-woo stood up, grabbing In-ho by the arm. He kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his trousers. He tapped against In-ho, “Off”.
In-ho did as instructed, though he was still quite clueless on the intention.
Both of the men were standing shoulder to shoulder, Gi-hun knelt between them, his fingers stroking against their legs.
Gi-hun raised each of his hands up their legs, before taking each cock in his hand and stroking them.
In-ho stumbled back slightly, his breath catching at the sensation. Sang-woo braced him with one hand patting his back playfully.
“Take it easy there buddy”, he laughed. He then glanced down to Gi-hun, who smiled up at him. “Good multitasker..”, he smirked at him.
“I have a better party trick if you’d like?”, Gi-hun grinned.
“Oh do tell..”, Sang-woo growled.
Gi-hun took his hand and pressed it against Sang-woos leg, pushing and angling him closer to In-ho.
While stroking them, he suddenly took Sang-woo in his mouth, continuing to pump In-ho.
“Fuck..”, Sang-woo rasped, before Gi-hun quickly moved to In-ho doing the same.
In-ho cried out, throwing his head back as he felt the back of Gi-hun’s throat on his tip.
Gi-hun opened his mouth as he trailed his tongue on the underside of In-ho’s shaft, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
In-ho whispered swear words under his breath, the sight of him making him more aroused.
Gi-hun took each man in his hand, and pressed their erections closer together before taking both of them in his mouth at the same time.
“Holy..”
“Oh my..”
Both men were left gasping and moaning, feeling each other brush against each other and the warmth of Gi-hun’s mouth. He hummed against them, eagerly bobbing back and forth to the encouraging sounds.
When Gi-hun pulled away, he licked and kissed at each of them, beaming up at them.
“Some fucking party trick..”, Sang-woo rasped, “you are definitely the best bartender I’ve met..”
Gi-hun chuckled, “I aim for five star service at all times.”
Sang-woo took himself in his hand and wagged his erection, “Another round then?”.
“Yes sir”, Gi-hun smiled playfully, taking him in his mouth.
Sang-woo placed his hands on the back of Gi-hun’s head, slowly guiding him, it wasn’t long before he amped up the intensity and began face fucking him.
“So fucking good aren’t you, you like that? Yeah… you fucking love it don’t you?”, Sang-woo grunted.
Next to him, In-ho was stroking himself, unable to stop himself from indulging, he wouldn’t take his eyes off them.
“Gi-hun, ..hey.., look at me,” Sang-woo breathed, as he slowed down, stopping him.
Gi-hun looked with big sparkling eyes.
“Come here,” he curled his finger beckoning him up. He pulled him closer by the hips, looking him in the eyes smirking. “Let me fuck you,” he kissed him, “would you like that..?”
Gi-hun nodded at him biting his lip.
Sang-woo clapped his cheek, “Good boy, you like when I call you that don’t you?”
Gi-hun smiled, and hummed in agreement.
“Strip for us?”, Sang-woo smiled a devilish smile, “In-ho, come sit”, he threw himself back into the couch, eyes fixed on Gi-hun.
Gi-hun, who was severely overdressed compared to the other two, was happily up for entertaining.
He threw his jacket to the floor, and turned his back to the men, he unzipped his pants and slowly wiggled them off in a cheeky display.
He turned to face them, shirt draping over his briefs, he unbuttoned two buttons as he walked towards them.
Both men were staring at him like rabid animals, Sang-woo especially.
Gi-hun propped himself up on the couch straddling In-ho once more, who looked all too happy to have him.
“Lucky boy”, Sang-woo teased.
Gi-hun leaned back, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, maintaining eye contact, Sang-woo watching them in anticipation.
When he got to the last button, he smiled at In-ho, “Would you help me?”
Without hesitation In-ho pulled the shirt from him, draping it to the side of the couch. In-ho traced his fingers along the bare skin, taking him in.
“You like?”, Gi-hun smiled warmly.
In-ho leaned in and kissed the skin, his warm breath tickling him. “You are.. gorgeous..”, he breathed.
“You’re hiding the best part..”, Sang-woo groaned, “don’t keep us waiting.”
Gi-hun smiled at In-ho as he felt his fingers at his waist. He stared up at him as he dipped each thumb into the waistband, before pulling the fabric down, Gi-hun shuffling in his lap to help it off.
In-ho gazed down at Gi-hun, fully erect straddling him, and sighed deeply.
Gi-hun pressed himself against In-ho, who tensed at the friction. Before he could make another move, In-ho curled his fingers around them both, and stroked both cocks in his hand.
Gi-hun left out a moan as he pressed his forehead to In-ho’s, his hands steadying himself on his shoulders. In-ho looked at him with a searing desire. He pressed their lips together, sucking at his tongue while they both groaned in pleasure.
Sang-woo watched wide eyed while rooting through the pockets of his jacket, until finding his wallet. From the wallet Sang-woo pulled out a small foil packet, which contained lube.
He got up from the couch, and walked behind Gi-hun, pulling his face away from In-ho’s kiss, though still being stroked sensually.
Sang-woo placed his hand under Gi-hun’s chin, tilting him back so their eyes met, “Break it up you two,” he held the little packet between two fingers in the air, “let’s switch things up hm?”
In-ho let out an exasperated sigh as he stopped touching him.
Gi-hun stood up to face Sang-woo.
“You, here”, he said to Gi-hun turning him around, “You, there”, he pointed to In-ho.
Sang-woo tore open the foil packet, drizzling the cooling gel on his cock, before taking some on his finger and rubbing it between Gi-hun’s cheeks.
He trembled at the touch. He felt Sang-woo’s tip press against him, before the pressure as he slid himself in fully, a low rumble coming from behind him as Sang-woo threw his head back in a pleasurable grunt.
Gi-hun clutched at In-ho to steady himself as Sang-woo thrust into him, before Gi-hun took In-ho’s cock in his mouth, filling both holes at once.
Sang-woo clawed into Gi-hun’s hip, his other hand splayed on his back, he frantically thrust into him in a rhythmic manner, panting and scrunching his face.
“Oh my fuck.. you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, “look how good you fucking take it.”
On the opposite end, In-ho’s hands were gripping Gi-hun’s hair as he sucked him dry, his legs shaking as he deep throated his cock.
“Fuck..”, he whined, “y..you feel so good.. oh my god.. d..don’t stop”, In-ho said desperately.
Every thrust Sang-woo gave just ricocheted the vibrations through Gi-hun up to In-ho’s cock. The sensation intense and intoxicating.
Gi-hun, pressed between the two men, was howling muffled moans through them, his ears and face burning.
Sang-woo struck his palm across Gi-hun’s ass, spanking him as he fucked him.
Gi-hun let out a sharp moan, as much as he could with his mouth full at least.
“Be a good boy and touch yourself,” Sang-woo snarled, “You’re going to cum while I’m fucking you”, he insisted.
Gi-hun did as he was told, his knees buckling beneath him as his body trembled, betraying him. He couldn’t keep upright.
He whined, the vibrations rippling through In-ho’s hard dripping wet cock.
“Wait.. s.. stop..”, In-ho groaned.
Sang-woo looked at him puzzled, a tinge of frustration.
He pulled himself from Gi-hun’s mouth, caressing his cheek with his thumb. “Let him lay down”, In-ho said, gesturing to the hotel bed.
The men stopped briefly, Gi-hun lying on his back on the bed, flushed and panting. In-ho took a moment to sip some water, as the other two set themselves up.
“God.. you’re so fucking hot..”, Sang-woo sighed, as he pulled him closer to the edge of the bed by the thighs, and pressed himself back into him.
Gi-hun’s hand clasped over his mouth as he tried to stifle a moan.
“Yeah, you like that? You love taking my cock don’t you?”, Sang-woo teased.
Gi-hun nodded in agreement.
“Say it”, Sang-woo barked, thrusting harder.
“I..”, he gasped, “I love taking your cock..”
Sang-woo bent Gi-hun’s legs back, only pushing deeper into him. He cleared his throat correctively, “You’re missing something, again”, he snarled.
Gi-hun was now panting even harder, he struggled to get the words out, but tried his best between thrusts. “I.. love.. taking.. your.. cock.. Sir..”
“There you go, that’s a good boy”, Sang-woo smiled, continuing to fuck him hard, “In-ho,” he called out, “hurry up, what the fuck are you doing?”
In-ho returned to his line of sight, water in hand.
“Oh fuck give me that”, Sang-woo reached out a hand and sipped the water, before passing it back, he looked at Gi-hun, who’s eyebrows were upturned, eyes closed and face red.
“You need a sip?”, Sang-woo asked, his rhythm unchanging.
Gi-hun nodded.
Sang-woo held the glass further away raising one eyebrow.
“Yes sir..”, Gi-hun sighed, as Sang-woo smirked at the correct answer.
Sang-woo held out the water, “Open”, he instructed, before streaming the water slowly into Gi-hun’s mouth.
In-ho took the glass from Sang-woo, placing it on the side table before sitting up on the bed behind Gi-hun’s head.
“Well, do something”, Sang-woo insisted.
In-ho bent down to kiss Gi-hun, trailing his fingers over his collarbone and neck as Sang-woo pounded against him.
Gi-hun pulled In-ho down, whispering in his ear, in breathy bursts, “I.. can still.. suck you off.. if you want..”.
In-ho’s face somehow became more flushed, and he whispered back, “I think I have a better idea..”
Before Gi-hun knew it, In-ho had climbed over him, towards Sang-woo. His face hovered above his hips and above Gi-hun’s face, In-ho’s cock, long, thick, ever so inviting.
In-ho took Gi-hun in his mouth, circling his tongue around him as Gi-hun did the same.
“oh fuck…”, Sang-woo groaned, “full of surprises aren’t you..”
In-ho continued to swirl his tongue, swallowing around it as he experienced it for the first time. Beneath him he could feel Gi-hun crying out against him, louder than before, so clearly something was working.
The three men were panting and squirming on the bed, sweat beading from them as the night stretched on.
“Fuck.. I.. I can’t anymore..”, Sang-woo choked, his movements becoming more frantic.
Gi-hun felt the pulsating through him, he tensed around Sang-woo’s cock, his moans vibrating through In-ho, all three of them climaxing.
In-ho gagged slightly from the unexpected tickle in his throat, before swallowing the load. He rolled onto his back, chest moving rapidly as he gasped for air.
Sang-woo threw himself down on some empty space to the side of Gi-hun, trailing fingers along his skin as he panted.
“That was great..”, Sang-woo sighed, “fucking amazing even.., did you enjoy it?”, he looked at him sincerely, softer than he’d been throughout their interaction.
“You have a filthy mouth,” Gi-hun laughed, “I enjoyed it.”
On the other side of Gi-hun, In-ho was lying there, hands combing over his face as he tried to catch his breath.
“In-ho?”, Sang-woo called out.
He just stayed staring blankly at the ceiling.
“In-ho..?”, Gi-hun nudged him carefully.
“In-ho buddy, stop freaking out, you’re overthinking, I can tell”, Sang-woo said, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice.
“I think..”, In-ho said rubbing his palm against his face, “I think I drank too much soju..”. He rolled off the bed.
“Yikes..”, Sang-woo said, pulling him up, “I think maybe some sleep will do you good.. you’re just tired.. and a little drunk..”
They sat him up on the bed against the pillows, Gi-hun brushing the hair from his forehead as he got him to sip on water.
“You’re okay,” Gi-hun comforted him, “it was a lot to take in, you’ll feel better in the morning”.
Sang-woo began gathering his clothes from the floor, and shuffling into them.
“Y’know this was fun, see you next conference right? Both of you..”, Sang-woo smiled a devilish smile.
“n..next conference..”, In-ho mumbled.
Gi-hun got up to start dressing himself, but not before placing the blanket over In-ho ensuring he was comfortable.
“Maybe I’ll see you around”, Sang-woo wiggled his eyebrows at Gi-hun.
“We’ll have to wait and see”, Gi-hun smiled, “let’s hope I still have my job tomorrow.”
“I gotta pack for leaving tomorrow, fuck.. what time is checkout again..”, Sang-woo scratched his head.
“It’s ten..”, Gi-hun added.
“Shit ok,” he glanced at his phone screen, “yeah I’m not getting much sleep..”
Gi-hun fixed his uniform as best he could in preparation to go home
“Alright In-ho, have a good night, see you!”, Sang-woo chimed heading out the door, “Goodnight to you too”, he smirked and bit his teeth at Gi-hun.
“Goodnight,” Gi-hun replied.
Before leaving, Gi-hun walked back to In-ho and sat at the edge of the bed, hand touching his arm.
“I had a great time”, Gi-hun smiled sincerely, “You were a gentleman”.
“..thanks”, In-ho stared blankly.
Gi-hun looked him in the eyes patting his hair, “Try to feel better ok?”. He kissed him on the forehead before walking out the door, leaving In-ho alone to process the evening, and hopefully get some much needed rest.