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“You wanted this,” Minghao said. His voice was barely more than a whisper, breathy and low, right at Mingyu’s ear. Mingyu closed his eyes and felt it travel all the way down his spine, dragging a cascade of shivers along in its wake. They shuddered through him with agonizing slowness. It was torture. It was bliss. His control was slipping, but Minghao was right – he’d wanted this. He didn’t get to complain now that he had it.

And what he had was this: Minghao behind him as he sat nestled between his thighs. Minghao’s hand cupping his crotch through his sweats and refusing to let him squeeze his legs together. Not that Minghao could necessarily stop Mingyu if he really tried. As it was, Mingyu’s body was trying to override his desires, each new wave of desperation he felt causing an automatic reaction to try and stave off potential catastrophe – but all it took was a soft tut from Minghao, not even a word, for him to shake himself out of it and remember to relax the tension in his body, no matter how counterintuitive it felt to do so given his very pressing need.

But disappointing Minghao was worse. Mingyu intended to be good for him. He’d already been good for him all day, drinking his water diligently and proudly announcing he hadn’t been to the bathroom whenever Minghao checked in.

That was when it had still been only exciting. When the thought of what an entire afternoon of holding would result in had been a faraway concept he could picture in theory, but not truly grasp. It had sent jolts through his body to think about, a low-level arousal thrumming in his abdomen all day – not enough to incapacitate him, but impossible to ignore. White noise he couldn’t tune out that only grew louder when he focused on it. Going about his activities had been maddening – and more fun than it had ever been.

And now that he was here, feeling like he was only seconds away from losing control of his body, and Minghao refused to take his hand off his dick, there was a second emotion warring with his excitement: mortification. His cheeks already felt like furnaces and it only got worse each time he squirmed involuntarily and Minghao chastised him for it.

The clashing feelings inside of him wove together like twin strands of DNA, each serving only to exacerbate the other. A double helix and a double-edged sword, but he’d never craved disaster so ardently. He wanted it so badly that tears sprang up in his eyes and he bit his lip to keep them from spilling, scrunching his face up in concentration.

It was useless. Minghao was scarily observant, and while his free hand caressed Mingyu’s bare shoulder in mock sympathy, Mingyu could feel his eyes on him; could see the smirk that pulled up  his lips even out of the corner of his eye with his blurred vision.

“Aw, baby,” came the coo. It wasn’t compassionate. It was haughty and derisive and so fucking sexy. “Crying already?”

Mingyu loved it when he Minghao sounded a little bored, loved the shame that shot through him. He clenched his teeth, gritted out an, “I’m not.”

But even if that was technically true – if he wasn’t actively crying yet – it wasn’t long before he would be. His bladder ached inside of him, swollen and brimming and begging for him to pay attention to it. There wasn’t much strength left over to prevent tears from spilling on top of everything else he was already keeping contained. Very well, for that matter, but that was kind of irrelevant. It was doomed either way. It was kind of funny how tightly Mingyu held on to the last vestiges of his dignity, like he didn’t know exactly how this was going to end. Like he hadn’t wanted it, as Minghao had already so astutely reminded him. Like he hadn’t begged for it.

Like drawing it out for as long as he could would do anything to minimize the consequences, the humiliation. Minghao was going to be condescending either way, and Mingyu was going to vehemently deny how much he loved it, but his body would tell a different story. His cock was already fighting for its life too; he figured the only reason he hadn’t managed to grow fully erect or, God forbid, even come in his sweatpants already was because his body was so preoccupied with keeping the contents of its bladder from overflowing.

As soon as that was no longer a concern, paired with the sudden, overwhelming relief, he was going to be rock hard instantly.

It wasn’t the first time Mingyu had pissed himself, but he’d never done it with anyone else. And truthfully, whenever he’d tried it alone, he’d been either too eager or too afraid to truly push his bladder muscles to the point of actual failure. He’d always intentionally let go before it got quite that bad.

So this was new for a number of reasons. And he was really doing this. Minghao was honestly a freak – Mingyu’s freak – and he was sweet (most of the time). So Mingyu had never truly feared being laughed at once he brought up the kink. And it would have been okay if Minghao hadn’t been interested. But Minghao had begun smirking before Mingyu had even finished shyly babbling his way through the suggestion, and by the next day he’d done all his research on how to practice it safely and sat Mingyu down for the preparation talk.

And now here they were, just a few short days after that. Maybe that was why Mingyu had waited so long to express his desire to try this. Because he’d known that the second Minghao was on board with the idea, it was going to become real.

And this was very real. It wasn’t like he couldn’t change his mind at any time, but… this was real. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely pissed his pants on accident – not since he was a kid – but it certainly felt like he was dancing dangerously along the edge of that particular ravine right this moment. He couldn’t say how long exactly, but he knew he didn’t have long left.

“You are,” Minghao said, then leaned in close to Mingyu’s ear to whisper the next part, his long, fluffy hair tickling Mingyu’s skin. “You’re crying.”

A big shudder rattled through Mingyu in response, and the first little jet of piss escaped him in the same moment. Causation or correlation, maybe coincidence, maybe the act of tempting fate catching up to him. He got it under control, but he didn’t have long left at all. The ground beneath his feet was crumbling.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth harder. A couple of tears slipped out regardless. He could practically hear Minghao grinning. He wondered if Minghao had noticed the leak. If he had, he didn’t let on. It had been very small, just the tiniest spot of dampness around the tip of Mingyu’s cock, nowhere near enough to soak through to his sweats yet, but surely there was warmth radiating off it.

It felt warm, certainly. It felt good. Damn good. Mingyu bit his lip. Whenever he did this by himself, he did like to play around with it a little bit: let out just a few spurts to begin with before the full release, just to simulate the feeling of a real accident as well as he could manage. But he was impatient. He never gave it long in between before he kept going. It felt too good, and resisting giving in like that now was a task of Herculean effort, especially given how desperation seemed to increase tenfold once you’d let go even just a little bit.

But he was going to earn this.

Minghao moved the hand from Mingyu’s shoulder to his chin, grasping it and turning his head to face him.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. His voice was icy and left no room for argument. Mingyu complied, though meeting Minghao’s gaze was harder than it had ever been – so piercing, so unyielding, so expressionless. It was even harder when the hand resting over Mingyu’s cock gave a sudden squeeze.

Mingyu had been about to say something – he wasn’t even sure what, but he’d opened his mouth and begun finding his voice already. Now whatever words he might have mustered were choked off in his throat by the sudden breath he took in. It resulted in a squeaky little sound that was half-gasp, half-whimper, and entirely humiliating. His thighs clenched automatically, but he resisted the urge to shove them together and trap Minghao’s hand there, still pressed up against him. He couldn’t tell if that would make it worse or better.

Minghao smiled, a cruel, mocking thing. “What’s that, baby?”

“Nothing,” Mingyu managed. His voice was still little more than a squeak and he cringed at the sound of it, but Minghao’s smile only widened.

“How are you doing?” Minghao purred, like he cared about the answer. He leaned in close again to nose along the crook of Mingyu’s shoulder and the nape of his neck, where Mingyu realized his hair was already sticking. Keeping his entire body so tensed was akin to a workout. He’d be sore for more than one reason tomorrow.

When Minghao bit down on his earlobe, he let out a sudden Ah sound and his hips bucked forward unbidden. He wasn’t sure if it was the surprise or the movement that had jostled him, but his next leak escaped him. Again, he clenched the muscles of his bladder as tight as he could manage, redoubling his efforts, searching for any remnants of willpower within him.

More tears trickled down his cheeks. One of them slipped past his lips, but he didn’t dare reach up to wipe at his face; didn’t dare move his hands from their position steadying himself against the mattress. Minghao hadn’t allowed him it.

And Minghao was humming at his ear, biting down again, more gently this time, then craning his neck to kiss one of the tears off of Mingyu’s chin with infuriating tenderness. His hand tightened its grip on Mingyu’s cock and surely he’d felt something now. He must have. Mingyu didn’t look down, but the leak had felt a lot larger in scale, and he was aware the insides of his thighs were warm and slick, material already beginning to cling to them in places. He shifted around, but Minghao brought the hand from his chin down to his hip and the simple act of settling it there got Mingyu to still again instantly, no matter how strong the compulsion to stay in motion.

And still Minghao kept his other hand on Mingyu’s now-damp crotch. Mingyu was sitting between his legs, but his spread thighs were slung over Minghao’s so Minghao could ensure they stayed open, and he must feel every twitch of every muscle in them. And if – when – Mingyu finally lost all his control, he wasn’t sure there was any way to prevent it getting on Minghao too. This was going to be messy.

“Dirty baby,” Minghao scoffed at him. He didn’t even have to ask Mingyu to look at him, though the embarrassment coursing through Mingyu’s veins all but begged him to tear his gaze away or bury his face in his hands or, better yet, just get up and run to the bathroom, lock himself in there and never come out again. But Minghao’s gaze was commanding all on its own, and compelling too. Mingyu’s eyes wandered to his mouth, which was pulled into a condescending sneer, then back up to his eyes, flinty and twinkling. “Didn’t anybody potty-train you?”

“S-sorry,” Mingyu stuttered out. His chest was heaving even though he was barely moving. The piss that had soaked into his underpants was rapidly cooling. Minghao quirked an eyebrow at him and tutted.

“So you admit it. At least you can recognize what you’re doing. That you’re pissing your pants like a little kid.”

“Sorry,” Mingyu repeated, meek, and another tear slipped down his cheek. His eyes were burning. His cheeks were burning. His arms and thighs were burning. His bladder was a burning coal inside of him, pulsing like a highway in the summer heat. His leaks had provided him exactly no relief; quite the opposite. He needed to pee more fiercely than he’d imagined possible.

“Is this you admitting defeat?” Minghao tsked. “I thought you could do better than this. Disappointing.”

“I can,” Mingyu insisted. He was unsure where his sudden brazenness was coming from, especially considering how little he could back it up. “I’m not pissing myself.” Not anymore. Not yet.

“But you will, won’t you?” Minghao’s tone was so flat, so blasé-sounding, that only the tiniest upwards inflection at the end of the sentence confirmed it as a question.

Mingyu shook his head. He was a liar, and irrationally obstinate, but Minghao liked that.

“Speak.”

“I won’t.”

“You won’t what?”

“I won’t piss myself.”

“Hm.” The disdain in Minghao’s tone was so believable Mingyu would genuinely be afraid of him if he didn’t know better. A vicious wave of arousal washed over him and he closed his eyes to let it have its way with him. A small twitch of the cock, another spurt of piss he couldn’t hold back. He opened his eyes to find Minghao’s twinkling.

“I don’t believe you,” he sing-songed. Mingyu tried to harden his gaze, though he was sure he must look pathetic. His lower lip was quivering. His heart was racing. Minghao moved his hand away from Mingyu’s crotch, and Mingyu whined involuntarily – the cold air; the sudden feeling of being unanchored, unsafe. As if Minghao’s hand had been doing anything at all to hold back the impending flood. But Mingyu didn’t grab himself. He hadn’t been given permission to.

And Minghao ignored the noise he’d made. Instead he rubbed his hand down the inside of Mingyu’s thigh, then slapped it. It made a lewd splat sound, the smack of a flat palm against heavy, wet fabric. Mingyu’s thigh would be red later, he was sure.

“You’re already wet,” Minghao commented. “Do I need to get you diapers or what? You’re a grown man. Get it together.”

“Yes, Hao.”

He wouldn’t, and they both knew it. He was proud of himself for keeping control through the slap just now, although the feeling only lasted for a second. Pride felt like a very misplaced emotion in these circumstances.

He squirmed in place again. He didn’t mean to, but it was more automatic at this point than even breathing, which he kept having to remind himself to do. Minghao responded by bringing his second hand to the inside of Mingyu’s other leg and spreading them even wider than they’d already been. Mingyu’s thighs were fully draped over Minghao’s now, and his hips were angled further forward as a result of this shift in position, leaving his crotch even more exposed. He felt so vulnerable like this, finally daring a glance down at himself to find an extraordinarily apparent wet spot at the front of his pants and blotched like ink stains along the inseams of them to about halfway down his thighs.

He whimpered, wondered when he might stop crying as another few tears welled up and spilled over. His dick was cold. He wanted a hand back on it. He wanted to let go of what he was holding so he could breathe again. He wanted Minghao to be proud of him. He wanted Minghao to be merciless.

It felt like this new position was just hurtling him closer to that edge he wouldn’t be able to return from. The urge to jump the rest of the way was so tempting, just so it would finally happen. The anticipation was killing him. He loved the way it was killing him.

He loved the way Minghao was killing him.

Once Minghao appeared sure Mingyu wouldn’t move, he gave the insides of his thighs a tight squeeze, and then one of his hands found its way right back to Mingyu’s crotch to settle over his dick. Mingyu jerked as soon as it made contact and just barely held back another leak.

Minghao seemed to be getting impatient too, though, because his other hand now crawled its way up to Mingyu’s bare stomach. His skin wasn’t cold, but Mingyu was so sensitive that even just the contact sent a violent shiver through him. When Minghao settled his hand fully over his lower abdomen, it registered what he was doing. Mingyu had done this himself the first few times – pushed down on his bladder when he hadn’t quite been able to overcome that deeply ingrained feeling of This isn’t right; clothes aren’t supposed to get pissed in.

Tonight he evidently wasn’t having that problem, but Minghao seemed intent on helping him along anyway. Helping. He pushed down on Mingyu’s stomach in the same moment that he dove his head down to nip a sharp bite into the crook of Mingyu’s neck and –

That did it.

Mingyu could do nothing but let out a helpless, pathetic little yelp, and then it was gushing out of him. There was absolutely no hope now of stopping it, so he just stared down at himself in fascination. Minghao’s hand never so much as twitched through the deluge. Mingyu’s breath had quickened, and without being consciously aware of it, he began moaning. It just felt so good, especially when Minghao started squeezing him through the sopping material of his sweats.

Even before he was finished pissing, he could feel his dick hardening the rest of the way. He did close his eyes eventually, because the sensations were just so overwhelming. More tears spilled down his cheeks from the sheer relief of it. And there was no feeling as pleasant as the warmth it provided his already-sensitive skin, the way his pants grew heavier as he emptied himself into them. And he’d held on so long. He was so, so tired. He let his head fall back against Minghao’s shoulder, and distantly felt Minghao kissing the top of his head, and then he was consumed by the overwhelming relief again.

After what felt like an eternity and somehow not nearly long enough, his stream began to taper off. For a brief moment, he experimented with clenching his bladder muscles again, just to see if he could do it. He couldn’t. His body had fully given up on him. It was oddly comforting, this sensation of just being forced to let go. Freeing.

Minghao kept the firm pressure on Mingyu’s abdomen until he was sure it was the end of it. When Mingyu blinked his eyes open again and cast a glance down at the carnage, he realized that Minghao’s pants had indeed gotten wet, and he’d drenched the sheets beneath them. He also thought he looked quite hot himself with his massive piss stain and his cock tenting his poor abused sweats. Then it occurred to him that Minghao hadn’t said a word through all of this.

He relaxed further against him and angled his head back against Minghao’s shoulder until his face came into view. It was stony, but there was that twinkle in his eye, and more than that, now that Mingyu was slowly regaining enough awareness of his surroundings to register anything past his own staggering relief, he became very suddenly aware of Minghao’s insistent erection pushing up against his ass.

“You’re filthy,” Minghao scolded. “Can’t even hold onto a little piss, and now you’re getting turned on over it. Filthy little whore.” His words were derogatory, his tone was severe, but there was warmth underlying it – a heavy cloak of lust he couldn’t quite mask, not to someone who knew him as well as Mingyu did.

And Mingyu found himself grinning.

“You like that, do you?” Minghao sounded indignant now. “You like being called that? You would, wouldn’t you? Filthy, filthy. whore. No control whatsoever over yourself. Disgusting.”

Mingyu blinked up at him, batted his eyelashes, craned his neck to press a kiss to the ridge of Minghao’s jawline.

“Sorry, Myungho.” He couldn’t quite muster up the abashed tone it probably deserved. Minghao gave his cock another squeeze, and Mingyu bucked against it, wanting to chase the friction, but Minghao let his other come to rest back at Mingyu’s hip. Again, all it took was the lightest touch for him to still instantly.

“You will be.” A devious smile spread across Minghao’s lips. Mingyu shuddered – anticipation, humiliation, the fact that they’d actually gone through with this. The fact that it wasn’t nearly over yet. “Bad boys need to be punished, yes?”

It was surprisingly easy for Minghao to maneuver Mingyu off of him given their size difference, but then Mingyu’s body had rarely been so limp. He yielded instantly, flopping back onto the bed when Minghao crawled out from under him to straddle his legs instead. He ran his hands all over the insides of them, inspecting the stain with terrifying scrutiny. It took all of Mingyu’s strength to prop himself up onto his elbows so he could watch him.

Every time their eyes met, Mingyu jolted. There was danger in Minghao’s, a whole lot of mischief. He might have called Mingyu a filthy whore, but he wasn’t exactly innocent. His cock was making a very obvious print inside his own splattered pants.

“Look at this big mess,” he said. “How does it feel? Hm? I’m not going to let you change.”

Mingyu wished he could come up with some clever retort, he really did. It was always so fun to act defiant, to see just how far he could push his luck, but after everything he just didn’t have the brainpower. All he could do was whine and buck his hips again. He was exhausted, but by God did his dick want attention.

Minghao tsked at him. “Patience. You couldn’t wait before, so you’ll do it now.” It wasn’t a question. It was chilling. Mingyu had rarely been more excited. He was quite literally trembling.

Minghao teased him for so long that Mingyu began to wonder if it was actually possible to die from the aching demand of a boner; fingering him open languidly and refusing to entertain any of Mingyu’s begging.

The sex though, once they got to it, was mind-blowing. Mingyu’s legs didn’t stop shaking when Minghao flipped him onto all fours and slammed into him, soiled pants shoved halfway down his thighs. Mingyu had to curl his hands so tightly around the headboard that it’d undoubtedly leave indentations in them.

Minghao was relentless. His grip on Mingyu’s hips was so tight it was certain to leave bruises, letting go in between only to slap Mingyu’s ass again and again and again amid a litany of degrading nicknames and reprimands.

Filthy little whore. Freak, getting off on this. Little piss slut. Absolutely repulsive.

Mingyu’s poor cock wasn’t touched once, and he had neither the strength nor the wherewithal to do it himself, but as it turned out he didn’t need to. He spilled all over the bedsheets below him even before Minghao had told him to let go, which only resulted in more punishing thrusts and a hand twisted roughly into his hair to pull him up when he threatened to slump.

“You just can’t stop yourself, can you?” Minghao panted. “You’re supposed to do as I say. But you’re just a whore that doesn’t care about anything except what you’re feeling, hm? Is that it?”

Mingyu could only whimper as Minghao continued to ram into him, again and again and again. His thighs were almost certainly chafing from the way the cold, drenched material of his pants rubbed against them, and he felt like jelly all the way through. But Minghao’s grunts grew faster and more desperate, and then he came in Mingyu with startling force. It sent vibrations through his entire body until he was sure he not only felt like jelly, but looked like it too – just one big tremble made human.

Somehow he managed to stay in position until Minghao was finished, but the second Minghao pulled his hand back out of his hair, he collapsed forward onto the ruined sheets. The way his face was smushed into the pillow made it hard to catch the breath he so sorely needed, but he felt entirely incapable of moving again. Blood was still rushing in his ears, but it was slowing now.

He felt Minghao pull out, felt the way the come trickled out of him. Felt another decisive slap land on the sore skin of his ass. Felt his pants be stripped off, one leg at a time, cool air hitting his wet skin, and then heard the creak of the floorboards as Minghao left the room. Moments later he returned with a washcloth and wiped up the worst of the damage from Mingyu’s tender thighs.

“We should get you clean,” came a mumble by his ear, but Mingyu still wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand again. He couldn’t even muster up the energy to form a response of any kind, verbal or otherwise. Minghao didn’t push him. Instead he climbed back into bed and somehow coaxed Mingyu onto his side so he could slide in right up against him. The sheets were an absolute mess. Mingyu let his head fall onto Minghao’s tummy and paid them no mind, and Minghao stroked his hair gently until he was lulled into a state that wasn’t quite asleep, but wasn’t far off from it.

The only thing that prevented him from drifting off all the way was how cold it was getting, in particular where his body was in contact with the wet bedsheets. Minghao’s body was warm and, as always, surprisingly comfortable for how bony he was, but they were going to have to get clean.

Somehow, they managed. Minghao, as always, was just as thorough with his aftercare as he was with his preparation. He took Mingyu’s wellbeing more seriously than Mingyu did and was generous with his affection as he washed him, got him into clean, cozy clothing, and made sure he drank water, even when Mingyu quipped that he was certain he was still plenty hydrated.

Minghao made him eat a protein bar while he changed the sheets and hung the soiled ones up in the bathroom alongside their clothes to be washed tomorrow, and then they went and brushed their teeth before getting back into the clean bed.

Minghao started a movie on his laptop, but Mingyu only caught maybe the first fifteen minutes of it before he was drifting off into a deep sleep, nestled into his boyfriend’s arms, feeling utterly loved and more physically relaxed than he could ever remember being.

That night, his sleep was dreamless, and when he woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, it took a few moments for his memory to come to him. He was hard almost instantly.

It hadn’t been a dream – but he was certain he would dream of it. He’d dream of it and daydream of it, and he’d never be the same again. Each second until the next time they did it would be agony, though they hadn’t even discussed whether there would be a next time.

The smile that spread across Minghao’s sleepy face beneath his bed-messy hair when he blinked his bleary eyes open told Mingyu everything he hoped. It might not be something for every day, but this wouldn’t be the end of it.

He grabbed Minghao’s face and kissed him.

-

When they met up with their friends for dinner at their favorite barbecue place that evening, Mingyu wondered if he looked as transformed as he felt.

Certainly he and Minghao were more wrapped up in each other than they’d ever been, like this new discovery had brought them closer  – and maybe it had. He was most definitely aware of Soonyoung in particular eyeing them, or maybe that was just because for once he was the only one not making faux-condescending comments.

Seungkwan spent the whole night pouting at them, and when Mingyu pouted back and asked what the hell his problem was, Hansol jumped in.

“He’s just jealous because he wants to be the most sickening couple in the group.” It was said fondly, and Hansol slung his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders as he spoke. Mingyu stuck his tongue out at them and then pressed a wet kiss to Minghao’s cheek in defiance.

Minghao made a face at him, but the smile lines etching themselves into his cheeks betrayed him.

“Alright, pack it up, guys, or we’ll have to separate you,” Jeonghan. As if he were a teacher and Mingyu and Minghao students in his class that couldn’t stop giggling. He did carry the same kind of authority sometimes. Beside him, Seungcheol smirked, leaned back in his chair with his arm around Jeonghan’s backrest. “Poor Soonyoungie here already looks so lonely without you two rubbing it in his face.”

“Where is Hyunjin tonight, anyway?” Minghao asked, and Soonyoung’s expression fell at the mention of his boyfriend. Strange. “I thought he was coming. Thought this was a quadruple date.”

“Ah, yeah,” Soonyoung responded with a big smile, though it seemed like he was trying a little too hard to be his usual buoyant self. His eyes didn’t crinkle the same. He ran a hand through his hair. “He was just busy tonight. Prior engagement.” Mingyu furrowed his eyebrows, but Soonyoung directed a question at him before he could ask further questions. “So are you going to tell us your secret or what? How do you date for so long and still seem like you’re freshly in love?”

“Why don’t you ask us?” Seungkwan whined, slinging himself across Hansol with a huff. Such a flair for dramatics, that one. Hansol only smirked at him and let him be.

For once, Mingyu didn’t feel the need to argue back, reaching instead for Minghao’s hand under the table, rubbing his thumb along Minghao’s knuckles conspiratorially.

He leaned back and enjoyed the bickering, and tried not to worry too much about Soonyoung.

He did text him that night after they’d gotten home to ask if everything was okay. Soonyoung only assured him that it was, so he left it alone for the time being, hesitant to pry too far into his business. Soonyoung didn’t like to show weakness.

-

Minghao and Mingyu came back to their newfound discovery again and again and again over the next weeks, becoming bolder and more comfortable with it.

Sometimes Minghao would text Mingyu his plans for him while he was at work and Mingyu would have to go to the office bathroom and fight down a boner.

Sometimes he’d whisper it in his ear at hangouts with their friends, and Mingyu would struggle not to react too suspiciously. Hyunjin came along to these on occasion, but a lot less frequently than he used to, and Mingyu wasn’t sure if he was imagining the tension between him and Soonyoung, but Soonyoung never seemed willing to talk about it.

It was never too long in between Mingyu and Minghao’s sessions – just long enough to build up a significant amount of anticipation.

The only other thing that had come close to bringing both of them this level of excitement in the bedroom had been the few times they’d included a third, but that came with a whole host of other complications and more difficult planning. And it was hard enough to find somebody that was a match for both of them personality-wise, with no guarantee there would be any sort of sexual compatibility until they were already in the middle of it.

But this was different, And the novelty never quite wore off, even when Mingyu thought he must surely grow used to it eventually. But they kept finding new and thrilling ways to play with it.

They never actually attempted a wetting in public, but they did start to learn Mingyu’s limits and push him to desperation in riskier and riskier situations. Beginning holds after lunch at work, which made concentrating a significant challenge, or at the bar or their friends’ places if they could predict when they’d be leaving.

The resulting sex was exhilarating each time, the orgasms damn near transcendental – made better not just by the new and unique ways Minghao found to chastise Mingyu for whichever situation he’d been holding in this time, not just by the wait, however long it had been… but also by the relief of always getting away with it – until they were behind closed doors, at least, where he was free to be the filthy little whore Minghao nicknamed him.

He wondered if they’d ever be able to top themselves again.

The only thing he did find himself wondering on occasion was what it might be like to experience the other side of it. Now, Kim Mingyu was self-aware man, and he knew that the being humiliated was a big part of the appeal for him. But he also knew that he loved to watch himself wet, so he couldn’t help picturing what it might be like to be the witness to somebody else’s accident.

It was just a thought that crossed his mind on occasion though. Minghao showed no interest in it, and that was okay. Mingyu didn’t need it for sexual gratification. In that department, he was more fulfilled than he’d ever been.

They still withheld their secret with glee whenever their friends asked about it. Seungkwan in particular hadn’t let it go yet. Mingyu thrived on the furtive glances he and Minghao would exchange knowing his friends’ eyes were on them. Even better if he was holding.

He did notice everyone making a more conscious effort to refrain from being too lovey-dovey in Soonyoung’s presence, though. Soonyoung seemed so touchy about the subject of Hyunjin and probably really wouldn’t appreciate being treated with kid gloves, but it seemed rude to rub their happiness in face.

It was easier to act normal when he saw Soonyoung one-on-one, because he’d never been more painfully aware of the fact that their friend group consisted of just couples.

And he’d been seeing a lot more of Soonyoung lately. He’d taken to stopping by Mingyu’s office on his lunch breaks – sometimes with food for him; sometimes to take him out to a nearby deli; sometimes to just be a menace and steal most of whatever lunch Mingyu had packed himself that morning.

Mingyu let it slide, though he did whine about it just to see Soonyoung’s eyes crinkle with genuine joy when he stole bite after bite. He was cute like that, with his nose all scrunched up and his cheeks extra squishable. Mingyu couldn’t resist poking or pinching them most of the time, so he figured at least he was annoying Soonyoung right back.

“As much as I love you, hyung,” he began one Friday over a shared Tupperware of rice, kimchi and beef. He’d taken to packing extra already. “Is there a reason you’ve been coming by so often? Do you need your own keycard to my office?”

Soonyoung pouted at him. “I’ve just… developed a sudden interest in architecture.”

“Mhm,” Mingyu hummed through a mouthful of food. He swallowed, then said, “And in art too? That’s why you’ve been going to see Hao at the museum so much? At this point you could just buy a yearly pass.”

Soonyoung nodded and grabbed Mingyu’s chopsticks from between his fingers to snag another piece of beef. The biggest one in the box, too. Asshole.

Endearing asshole.

“And that’s also why you’ve been asking to hang out so often in the evenings when you’re not working?”

Soonyoung sighed, rolled his eyes dramatically, finished chewing. Mingyu watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “I’m fine, Mingyu, I promise.”

“Okay,” Mingyu said. “I believe you.” He didn’t. “I’m just –”

“I know,” Soonyoung interrupted him. He laid a hand over Mingyu’s. “But I’m not ready to talk about it, okay? When I am, I will. I promise.”

Mingyu pondered for a moment, then sighed. “Okay. We’re here whenever.”

“I know. And I appreciate it.”

It was the closest Soonyoung had come to honesty, and it didn’t do much to allay Mingyu’s worries.

That night, as he lay cuddled up to Minghao in post-coital bliss, it gnawed at him again.

“I’m really worried about Soonyoung-hyung,” he muttered, tracing shapes into Minghao’s waist with his fingertip. He ran it over the ridge of Minghao’s hip bone, back and forth, back and forth.

“Me too,” Minghao said after a moment.

“I don’t want to push him.”

“We’ll give him a little longer, okay? Then we’ll figure out what to do if he still doesn’t open up.”

“I don’t like seeing him like this.” He didn’t specify, but Minghao knew. He was witnessing it firsthand too. Soonyoung was still himself; he wasn’t completely down, but there was definitely something up with him, and he was confident they were both fairly sure of the reason for it.

“I never really liked Hyunjin,” Minghao said, as if confirming Mingyu’s thoughts. “Is that awful to say?”

“No,” Mingyu said. “I never disliked him, but I don’t know. Soonyoung-hyung deserves the best of everything. He’s such a catch, and I don’t just mean how hot he is.”

Minghao chuckled at that, and Mingyu felt his cheeks heat up. He was ready to correct himself when Minghao said, “I agree.”

Mingyu only hummed, and they left it at that for the evening.

-

The next day was Saturday, and they’d been invited over to dinner at Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s place, and it turned out that Soonyoung had finally decided to ease their worries – only to replace them with new (if unsurprising) ones.

“Hyunjin and I broke up,” he announced by way of a greeting, striding into the apartment and plopping down on one of the armchairs at the coffee table which the rest of them were already situated around, busy loading food onto plates from the numerous boxes of takeout that had arrived just minutes before him.

Mingyu froze in his spot on the floor where he was picking out the biggest, juiciest-looking pieces of yangnyeom chicken for himself from the container in front of him. He furrowed his brow and cast his gaze to the side where he made brief, concerned eye contact with Minghao, and then looked back at Soonyoung, slouching down in his chair with a long, loaded sigh and running a hand through his fluffy blonde hair.

Mingyu was still trying to figure out how to word any one of the questions floating around his head without being too insensitive when Seungkwan did it for him with a classic, “What happened?”

And so Soonyoung recounted the whole saga he’d been keeping from them. It was nothing as dangerous as Mingyu had almost begun fearing. Just a growing-apart, a realizing of how different they were. Arguments that went nowhere and had no real justification in the first place because they were just tense around each other and sick of being in each other’s space. A home that no longer felt like a home because they were always on edge, even when the weren’t fighting. How difficult it had been to realize all these things, and how much more difficult to understand that meant maybe it was time to call it quits.

Mingyu felt for Soonyoung. He’d sunk two years of his life into this relationship. He’d been so smitten with Hyunjin the first time he’d seen him at a dance showcase. He’d quite literally jumped up and down in excitement when Hyunjin had agreed to go out with him. And while they did have some big things in common – apparently that wasn’t enough. But if there was one thing Soonyoung never did, it was accept defeat easy. Mingyu could only imagine how hard this had been for him, especially with his refusal to talk about it. He wanted to convey to him that he had nothing to be ashamed of – that they knew he hadn’t just given up. But he wasn’t about to interrupt him.

He reached for Soonyoung’s hand, food long forgotten, and squeezed it while he listened.

Soonyoung didn’t cry, not once, as he recounted months of a slow falling-out-of-love and disillusionment with what he had once thought was the greatest thing to ever to happen to him.

“It was a long time coming,” he said at the end of it. “We weren’t really sexually compatible either, but that seemed like such a small price to pay to be with him. Now I just wish I’d figured it out earlier. I could have been having so much more fun this whole time. Or at the very least been looking for a new fucking apartment.”

Oh. There was that matter, of course. Hyunjin’s name was the one on the lease, and so Soonyoung was the one shit out of luck in this breakup. The housing market was a notorious shitshow these days.

“You’re not still staying with him, are you?” Jeonghan asked, the outrage evident in his tone of voice and on his disgusted face.

Soonyoung only shrugged. “I have nowhere else to go.”

“No,” Hansol interjected. “No, that’s ridiculous, you’re miserable there, you said it yourself and it’s not like we hadn’t already noticed.”

“We’re not on bad terms,” Soonyoung tried to explain, like he was the one that needed to mollify them about hisbreakup. The whole situation was absurd, but Mingyu agreed with his friends. There was no way Soonyoung would be staying in that apartment if any of them had anything to say about it. That wasn’t how they worked. They took care of each other whether they liked it or not, and even if it cost them something.

“Well, still. No offense to Hyunjin or anything, but I agree you should get out of there,” Seungcheol concurred. “It can’t be good for you. We can see it isn’t good for you.”

“Where would I even go?” Soonyoung sighed. “I can’t get a new place that fast. Definitely not one I can afford by myself.”

Mingyu figured he was right. A dancer’s income wasn’t the greatest. Hyunjin would probably struggle too, but that was his problem.

He glanced around the circle, then the apartment, and could see Seungcheol doing the same, scrutinizing. But Seungcheol and Jeonghan didn’t have a lot of space. They didn’t even have a sofa big enough to sleep on.

Seungkwan lived with his parents. Hansol lived with roommates. And while Wonwoo and Joshua were lovely, he couldn’t exactly invite a guest to stay with them for an indeterminate amount of time.

Mingyu exchanged a long, loaded look with Minghao. The kind of bond they had meant that they could understand each other without speaking. He still quirked an eyebrow in question, and Minghao nodded without a moment’s hesitation, grabbing his hand reassuringly. Mingyu was still holding onto Soonyoung’s with his other one, and he tightened his grip on it as he turned back towards him.

“What if you stayed with us until you get back on your feet?”

Soonyoung’s eyes widened and his gaze flitted from Mingyu to Minghao and back. “What? No, I can’t do that. You guys need your privacy, I couldn’t possibly impose, that’s way too much to ask of you –”

“You’re not asking,” Mingyu interrupted. “We’re offering.”

Soonyoung began bouncing his leg nervously, so Mingyu held their intertwined hands against it in an effort to still its movements. Soonyoung opened his mouth to speak again, but this time Minghao beat him to it.

“I swear if you don’t shut up right now.”

“Hey!” Soonyoung whined, petulant, face contorted in mock outrage. “I barely even said anything.”

“I can hear you overthinking. I’m making the decision. If you’re uncomfortable with staying with us for any other reason than you don’t want to be a nuisance, we can talk about it and see if we can come up with a better solution. If that isn’t the case, I want no more arguments.”

Mingyu would never admit out loud just how sexy he thought this was of Minghao – the sheer authority with which he said the words. It bordered on a tone of voice he reserved only for the bedroom, usually so soft-spoken in any other situation. But this was the voice that left no room for arguments, and in fact made you want to acquiesce to his every wish. Mingyu was certainly conditioned to never argue with it – or only if he wanted more scolding. Within the confines of his jeans, his dick twitched. Terrible timing.

He tore his gaze away from Minghao to watch that tone of voice work its effects in real time on Soonyoung. Mingyu wondered if he looked the same way when Minghao was commanding him around the place: slightly taken aback, alert with interest, cheeks beginning to color and the barest hint of a smile on his lips despite himself.

There was another beat of silence. Minghao tightened his grip on Mingyu’s hand and he didn’t even have to look at him to be certain his facial expression was hardening. He could see Soonyoung shrink under it.

“Okay,” Soonyoung said finally. Mingyu breathed out a sigh of relief, realizing how tense he’d grown, and let go of Soonyoung’s hand to give his knee a pat and a reassuring squeeze instead. He nearly choked on his own spit when Minghao spoke next.

“Good boy, Soonyoungie.”

Nobody in the room mentioned the missing honorific. Soonyoung’s cheeks flushed a deep, obvious pink now. It was actually quite mesmerizing, and by the time Mingyu managed to stop staring, he realized that Minghao was staring at him.

Why was it so hot in this room all of a sudden? He looked back at Soonyoung to find him wiping his palms on his black track pants.

Then, from across the circle, Seungkwan cleared his throat. Loudly. The weird spell that had fallen over Mingyu broke, and he glanced at the others to find Jeonghan smirking, Hansol blinking over in their direction with a slightly amused expression, one eyebrow quirked higher than the other, and Seungcheol stifling a chuckle into a closed fist. Seungkwan had his lips pulled into a tight, amused pout, like he’d just bitten into a lemon but liked it.

Mingyu forced a smile onto his face and let go of Soonyoung’s knee and Minghao’s hand, to wipe his own sweaty palms on his pants.

He reached for his plate and popped the big piece of chicken he’d so carefully chosen into his mouth just to give it as much to do as possible. Beside him, Minghao was smiling, the little shit.

Whatever the hell had just happened.

Eventually everyone else began eating too, and slowly but surely the tension dissipated – mostly. But whatever was left of it might have been just Mingyu’s imagination.

A couple of hours later, they were all several beers in, and Soonyoung was now at the point of laughing about the whole situation, which was something of a relief. At some point he got up to go to the bathroom, and Mingyu took the opportunity to steal his armchair from him, his back beginning to hurt from sitting on the floor for so long.

He gave Soonyoung his best shit-eating grin when he returned, fully expecting (and kind of hoping) to see that signature pout of his. Instead Soonyoung mirrored his expression and then plopped himself right in Mingyu’s lap. It knocked the air out of him, and he remembered to shout, “Hey!” as soon as he’d regained his breath.

Soonyoung ignored this and instead began wriggling around, claiming he needed to get comfortable, and when he rubbed against a somewhat dangerous part of Mingyu’s body, Mingyu’s hands flew to his waist to get him to sit still already.

Beside them, Minghao giggled – those stupidly cute little hehehes of his, dripping in tipsy mirth. Mingyu didn’t know if his cheeks were burning from the sound of it, or from the alcohol, or from what Soonyoung was doing to him, obliviously or otherwise.

The best thing to do would be to not think about how bad it would be to pop an erection in this moment. Easy enough, right?

Wrong. Because somehow the topic shifted to sex, as it often did when inhibitions were breaking down at the same rate the percentage of alcohol went up in everyone’s bloodstreams.

Seungkwan was the first to drop a Never Have I Ever into the circle, though when Mingyu heard what it was, he was certain it was just a thinly veiled ploy to piss Jeonghan off.

“Never have I ever masturbated in this apartment.” Dangerous, dangerous game. Or it wouldn’t have been, if only Seungcheol and Jeonghan had taken a drink. But Hansol joined them. He frowned at Seungkwan and Seungkwan blinked back guilelessly, and Jeonghan nearly spat out the sip he’d been taking.

“You’ve done what?”

Mingyu dissolved into a bout of laughter so startling and hearty that he nearly didn’t catch the awkward explanation Hansol fumbled his way through – as if anything could justify such an offence. It had been a few months ago. They’d been drinking. It had been late. Seungkwan had been on away on a trip and sexting Hansol, and so he’d locked himself in the bathroom and taken care of it.

“You guys were sexting that whole time?” Soonyoung exclaimed, incredulous. He got louder the drunker he got, and Mingyu felt every word vibrate into him. By this point Seungkwan was shrieking laughter so hard it looked like he was crying, and Seungcheol was losing it himself, throwing himself onto Jeonghan, who ignored him in favor of growling at Hansol – though his eyes were sparkling.

“Damn you and your poker face, Chwe Hansol Vernon.”

Seungkwan had started a war. The questions grew increasingly more raunchy (and targeted) the longer the game progressed, and Mingyu was learning… a lot. All he could pray was that no one unwittingly brought up the kinky little secret he and Minghao were still keeping.

Kinks were very much a topic of discussion, though. And Mingyu wouldn’t have realized how little Soonyoung was drinking at this point if Hansol hadn’t decided to point it out.

That was when Soonyoung got all flushed – even more so than the alcohol had already caused – and began stuttering.

“It – it was just. Well. Hyunjin, he. He was very… um, vanilla.” He cringed even as he said it. “That’s kinda what I meant when I said we weren’t that… compatible. He wasn’t particularly open to trying anything new.”

Minghao made a pained noise, and Mingyu looked to the side to find him with a hand pressed to his chest. “Hyung, that’s heartbreaking!”

Soonyoung chuckled, then very nearly shouted, “I know! What do you think I meant when I said I could have been having so much more fun?”

Minghao reached over to put a hand on his knee and look him in the eye gravely. “Hyung. Hyungie. Soonyoungie-hyung.”

Soonyoung fixed his gaze on him with equal intensity, and Mingyu let his gaze dart between them like he was at a tennis match.

“Yes?” Soonyoung prompted.

“We have got to do something about that.”

Minghao’s eyes were round and severe. Mingyu’s heart clenched. And his stupid dick twitched.

Soonyoung dissolved into full-body giggles. Mingyu tightened his arms around his waist to keep them both steady, beer in one hand, and joined in the giggling. He wasn’t sure what it was they were laughing at, exactly.

This time, Hansol interrupted them.

“Never have I ever had a threesome.”

It wasn’t the most original question, and Mingyu knew everyone was aware what he and Minghao got up to, so he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest to take a swig – but he definitely didn’t expect to see Jeonghan and Seungcheol take one each as well. Hansol leaned back on the sofa with Seungkwan tucked against his side and smiled self-satisfactorily.

“YOU HAVE?” Soonyoung boomed, bouncing around in Mingyu’s lap giddily. “Hello? When did this happen? And why does Hansol know about it and I don’t?”

Hansol was giggling into the back of his hand, completely uncaring of the way Jeonghan was glaring daggers at him. “Should I tell them, hyung, or do you want to?”

“You say a single word, Chwe Hansol –”

“It was with one of my roommates.”

“Oh my God!” Mingyu exclaimed. “I knew you two were making heart eyes at Shua-hyung last time we were all over there! Why did you never tell us?”

“Also, how was he?” Minghao, devastatingly earnest. It struck Mingyu as hilarious, and he laughed until tears sprang up in his eyes.

It died down just in time for him to hear Seungcheol say, “Really good, actually.” Mingyu hooked his chin over Soonyoung’s shoulder just to get a better look at the blush Seungcheol was sporting – it was fun to see him embarrassed.

Beside Mingyu, Minghao reached a hand over to stroke down his arm lovingly. Mingyu grinned. He felt warm all the way through. They were having so much fun, and Soonyoung was okay. Seemed happier than he had in weeks, even.

The three of them were all still giggling when they piled into a cab sometime later, insisting Soonyoung stay over tonight already so he didn’t have to get home by himself. He’d slept at their place plenty of times before after a night out; the couch cushions were intimately familiar with his drool.

They had agreed he wouldn’t move in for another couple of days – give him time to get his stuff packed up so he wouldn’t have to go back once he’d left the apartment – but tonight, drunk and happy, they weren’t about to send him home by himself to his ex-boyfriend.

In the morning, when Mingyu padded into the living room yawning, Soonyoung still seemed happy. Mingyu hoped it hadn’t been just an alcohol-induced fluke then.

His blonde hair was sticking up unkempt in every direction, and he was rubbing his bleary eyes and stretching where he sat up on the pull-out couch, but as soon as he caught sight of Mingyu, he softened into a grin that took up his entire face. He looked like a big, sleepy cat. Mingyu was overcome with a bout of cuteness aggression and before he knew what he was doing, he’d climbed on top of Soonyoung to tackle him to the sofa, nuzzle against him and squeeze him until he was probably about ten seconds away from bursting.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Soonyoung was giggling. The sound was melodic and precious and, most of all, light, and Mingyu wanted to preserve it. Soonyoung deserved to be carefree always. He deserved the best of everything.

Mingyu loosened his grip to let Soonyoung breathe, and then they lay like that in silence for a few minutes, Mingyu half-slung across Soonyoung’s body. He only sat up when Minghao came into the room, looking at them so fondly, eyes folding and mouth widening into a sunny smile.

“Morning, losers.” His voice was warm and heavy with sleep. Mingyu bounced up to squeeze the life out of him instead, lifting him off his feet and kissing the tip of nose as soon as he’d set him down again before he let him get to work making coffee.

Mingyu went to the fridge to see what he could scramble together for breakfast, feeling strangely chipper and probably not nearly as hungover as he should be.

-

They managed one more hold and wetting two days later, and the day after that Soonyoung moved in. Mingyu picked him up after work in the van he’d rented to help him with all his boxes.

The goodbye with Hyunjin was friendly, at least, and Mingyu was glad to see him and Soonyoung hug when they parted ways.

“Are you okay?” he asked as soon as Soonyoung had settled into the passenger seat, and when Soonyoung reached over to take his hand and assure him that he was, he believed it.

They had dinner that night as three, and that was when Soonyoung began to get a little anxious. Not because anything was wrong, but because he worried he’d be a burden.

“It really will only be temporary,” he said for probably about the twentieth time as Mingyu cleared their plates away. “I promise.”

Minghao had taken to rolling his eyes each time he said it.

“I’ve already been looking for a new place,” Soonyoung went on, disregarding him. “I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can be.”

“You’re fine,” Mingyu assured him, coming back over to the kitchen island where he was sitting to lay a heavy hand on his shoulder. “We’ll help you wherever we can, but please don’t drive yourself crazy if this doesn’t happen immediately. We like spending time with you.”

“But you guys are a couple,” Soonyoung insisted, turning to face him with wide, shiny eyes and biting his lip. Damn him and his stupidly cute face. “You need your privacy.”

“We can manage,” Minghao insisted. “It’s really not a problem.”

Mingyu nodded enthusiastically.

He’d thought about it, of course. The fact that having Soonyoung here would make finding opportunities for certain… things… a little trickier to come by. But that was okay. They’d had their fun yesterday in preparation, and they’d have the chance even while Soonyoung was staying with them. It wasn’t like he was going to be around every second.

“Well, you know I have a decent amount of evening and late-night classes and work events,” Soonyoung said, as if he’d been reading Mingyu’s mind. There you had it. One of the perks of Soonyoung’s being a dancer. “And if you guys want to be all PDA-y in the living room, I don’t mind, I promise.”

Minghao giggled and reached over to ruffle Soonyoung’s hair affectionately. “You’re sweet. I promise you’re not imposing yourself in any way.”

Mingyu squeezed his shoulder to emphasize this, and then let go to finish cleaning up the kitchen.

“Okay,” Soonyoung sighed, though he still sounded hesitant. Mingyu figured he and Minghao would just have to make him believe it.

-

The most difficult thing, really, was remembering to close doors. They were used to having no boundaries, so it did happen on more than one occasion that Mingyu took a shower with the door open or got changed before realizing he was in plain view of the living room – or that Minghao pushed him up against a wall in the hallway when Soonyoung could walk by any second.

But still, his presence didn’t feel like an intrusion. His work schedule did mean he was out of the apartment on weekends and evenings fairly regularly, and even when he was around, Mingyu had to admit to himself that there was something thrilling about it. Sneaking around, stealing kisses when he wasn’t looking or getting fucked into the mattress by Minghao with nothing but a thin wall and a door that had no key in its lock between them.

They wouldn’t ever play around with piss when Soonyoung was in the apartment – that was just the tiniest bit too risky – but they did grow comfortable enough to start holds in his presence when they knew he was going to be leaving for a while later in the day.

It added a little extra spice to the whole thing. It was fun, trying to see just how many glasses of water Mingyu could get away with drinking while casually hanging out with Soonyoung; to see if it would be noticeable when Minghao kept refilling them for him and he never got up for any reason himself, not even to use the bathroom.

On some of these evenings, there were close calls – when Mingyu and Minghao had more or less just finished, Mingyu in the middle of his post-sex haze and laying in a puddle of his own piss, blood still rushing in his ears when he heard the door slamming.

Mingyu’s eyes would always flit to Minghao’s, panicked. But Minghao – ever the steady rock that he was – would insist there was nothing to worry about and send Mingyu along to the shower already, saying he’d take care of the laundry surreptitiously and then join him.

The bathroom, luckily, was right next to their bedroom, so it was easy enough to sneak into, and Mingyu would sometimes burst out laughing as soon as he’d closed the door behind him with the thrill of almost getting caught in the aftermath of something so humiliating.

It would never take long for Minghao to join him as promised and kiss him senseless against the wall of the shower, and they’d emerge fresh and giggly and pink all over. Mingyu would get dressed, go into the living room throw his legs in Soonyoung’s lap or toss an arm around him and ask about his evening, then annoy him into picking a movie to watch or game to play if it wasn’t too late yet. Minghao would join them, and the three of them would cuddle up and it was comforting. Easy.

And every time Mingyu remembered why the washing machine was running, he’d feel his stomach swoop with excitement.

He wondered whether Soonyoung found it suspicious, or whether he even registered it.

-

“You like it, don’t you?” Minghao asked one night while he and Mingyu were cuddled up in bed. Mingyu had already been half-asleep, but the question pulled him back into the dark bedroom from the brink of consciousness.

“Like what?”

“Having Soonyoung-hyung around.” There was no accusation in the statement.

“He’s our friend, of course I like spending time with him.”

“I meant,” Minghao said, and pressed a kiss to Mingyu’s temple softly, “the risk of getting caught by him. Being a little freak in his presence without him even knowing it.” The words were fond, dripping with affection, and a little giggle followed them. Cute. Cute cute cute.

Mingyu turned his face into Minghao’s chest; Minghao wrapped his arms tighter around him and kissed him again, this time on the top of his head.

“Do you like it?” Mingyu mumbled against his skin. He could feel his heart beating steadily.

Minghao’s response was immediate. “Yes. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu mumbled. He swore he noticed Minghao’s heartbeat quickening, but maybe he was imagining it. “Definitely exciting. But do you think it’s… okay? Or is it, like. Morally reprehensible or something?”

He was still speaking into Minghao’s chest, but he heard the grin in Minghao’s voice when he answered.

“I don’t think so. Besides, I think that Soonyoung is a freak himself. He’d probably be proud of us if he knew what we were into. I mean, you heard how disappointed he was with his and Hyunjin’s vanilla sex life. How often does he complain about it?”

Mingyu let out a startled laugh, but he really couldn’t refute it. Soonyoung reeked of being a secret freak, and it upset Mingyu that he hadn’t been able to explore it in his relationship.

Mingyu wondered if Soonyoung had hooked up with anyone since moving in with them. If he’d ever had a quick fuck backstage at one of his dance performances, or maybe in the bathrooms at the studio, or facing one of the floor-length mirrors that spanned the walls there, biting his lip as he watched the way his own abs contracted or his back arched when someone fucked into him. Or maybe he’d gone home with a member of his dance crew before and hooked up with them before fixing his hair and splashing water onto his face, then returning home to Mingyu and Minghao’s place like nothing had ever happened –

“Are you hard?” Minghao asked.

Mingyu blinked. Oh, right. He was, like, on top of Minghao. Oops.

“Um.”

Minghao giggled. “What were you thinking about? Or was it just me calling Soonyoung-hyung a freak that did it?”

“Um,” Mingyu said again, very eloquently. He’d blame it on his sleepiness, but they’d both know he was lying. And in fact he felt wide awake again.

“It’s okay,” Minghao whispered, and nuzzled his nose into Mingyu’s hair. The hand wound around his back began stroking up and down it. “I think it’s hot too.”

“Yeah?” Mingyu breathed. His hips began moving almost of their own accord, seeking out friction against Minghao’s leg.

“Yeah,” Minghao muttered, and then he was reaching his free hand down to grasp Mingyu’s chin and tilt his face up so he could enclose his mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue forced its way in right away and Mingyu sucked on it greedily.

Outside their bedroom, the floorboards creaked, and Mingyu broke the kiss to giggle breathily.

“We have to be quiet,” he whispered.

“Do we?” Minghao hummed. He kissed Mingyu again. The hand on Mingyu’s back found its way down to his bare ass and grabbed a handful of the flesh to knead. “Do we have to be quiet or do you like the thought of our sweet hyung out there hearing what we’re doing in here?”

“Hao –”

“Do you like the thought of him knowing you get off to the idea of him? Do you like the thought of him going back to the couch – our couch – and jerking off to that image?”

“Oh my God,” Mingyu groaned softly. He was rutting his hips more frantically now, hardly in control of himself at all. He wasn’t even touching his poor cock and could already feel an orgasm accumulating in his lower abdomen and sending jolts of electricity up and down his spine.

“Or do you like the idea of him bursting in here unaware for whatever reason and catching you in the middle of it, hmm? Would you stop, baby? Or would you keep chasing your pleasure like the slut you are while he only stands there gaping?”

“Fuck. Myungho.” The words came out clipped and whiny, and Mingyu did his best to muffle any ensuing noises into Minghao’s chest, covered by now in a light sheen of sweat, as his hips kept jerking forward.

“Would you hold eye contact with him when you came?”

The mere thought of it nearly sent Mingyu over the edge. But not quite yet. He bit back another Fuck and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh around Minghao’s nipple instead. Minghao whimpered softly, his back arching off the bed.

“Oh, you like that, do you? I’m not enough for you?” Mingyu would have stopped instantly if he’d thought there was any serious disappointment in Minghao’s words, but the tone of his voice betrayed him. He pulled Mingyu back up by the chin and enclosed his mouth in another kiss, rougher this time, all the while digging his fingernails into his ass cheek. Before they parted, he bit down on Mingyu’s lower lip, and Mingyu nearly cried out into his mouth. “Whore,” Minghao brought out through gritted teeth.

And that did it. Mingyu’s entire body tensed up against Minghao’s as his orgasm crashed through him, spurts of come shooting out onto Minghao’s abdomen, upper thigh and hip. He managed to keep quiet, but he was gasping and panting as he came down from it.

Minghao had no plans of letting him catch his breath.

“Clean up your fucking mess,” he growled in a low tone, and then he was grabbing Mingyu by the shoulder and shoving him down the bed. Mingyu didn’t have to ask what Minghao wanted from him. He began licking up his own release diligently, and when he’d finished that, Minghao guided him onto his engorged cock with a hand twisted into his hair.

Mingyu swallowed it down hungrily and so quickly it almost made him gag. Minghao liked that. He held Mingyu’s head firmly in place, tugging at his hair here and there, and thrust his hips up into his mouth over and over again.

It stung in the best way. The squelching sounds Minghao’s cock was making pumping in and out of the pool of saliva collecting in Mingyu’s mouth and running out of the corners of it was borderline disgusting and so loud to Mingyu’s own ears that he wondered if Soonyoung really would be able to hear it. His blood was rushing so loudly in his ears that he couldn’t listen for him; didn’t know if he was in the hallway or maybe sleeping already, but he sucked Minghao’s cock with all his might, running his tongue along his shaft and flicking it over his slit, using one hand to massage his balls just the way Minghao liked it.

By the time Minghao came, a few tears had squeezed their way out of Mingyu’s eyes. He swallowed, then pulled off to wipe at his mouth, and Minghao released the vice grip he’d had on his hair to give his head a gentle pat now, catching his own breath and chuckling lightly.

Mingyu crawled back up his body and collapsed against him, both of them slick with sweat now but entirely too spent to do anything about it.

Minghao hummed contentedly, pecked Mingyu’s damp hair and forehead, then the creases of his eyes where his tears were drying when Mingyu propped himself up to look at him, little more than a silhouette in the dark bedroom – but a silhouette he knew and loved so well. He leaned in for a kiss to his pillowy lips, then sighed as he rested his head back against his chest to listen to his heart again, beating quickly.

“Do you think he’d actually be into it?” Mingyu wondered.

“Us?” Minghao asked. “Yeah, actually. I do.”

“Hmm.” Mingyu was far too exhausted to think about this seriously. He wanted to sleep more than anything. But he was also thirsty, and as he reached over to the nightstand he realized with dismay that the glass on it was empty. He groaned and thumped his head back down.

“Baby?” Minghao giggled.

“I’ll be right back,” Mingyu said with a melodramatic exhale. “Need to grab some water.”

He remembered to pull on a pair of pajama pants that were hanging over the desk chair and then tiptoed out into the hallway. He intended to just go into the bathroom to refill his glass from the tap so he wouldn’t have to disturb Soonyoung; the kitchen was open and attached to the living room where he slept.

He was so focused on being quiet, though, that he hadn’t even noticed the door to the bathroom was closed, a sliver of light shining out from under it, until it opened right in front of his face and Soonyoung stepped out, along with a cloud of steam.

The bathroom light backlit him and Mingyu was devastated to find he had nothing on but a towel slung low around his hips. He’d never been more grateful for refractory periods, and also never more aware of his own torso being on display. As if they hadn’t seen each other shirtless before. As if he was exposed, like Soonyoung somehow knew the nefarious things he’d just been thinking and doing.

Mingyu knew he was hot, of course, so he really had no reason to ever feel self-conscious as Soonyoung’s eyes trailed over him. And he also knew Soonyoung was hot. This was hardly news. But it struck him with renewed intensity in that moment. Very nearly bludgeoned him, in fact. Soonyoung’s shape was absolutely insane. Him and his stupid dancer’s body and that stupid towel hanging on for dear life just below his v-line. Mingyu wouldn’t allow his eyes to linger there. He wouldn’t.

Also, neither of them had spoken yet. Awkward.

“Ahem,” Mingyu said. He didn’t clear his throat. He said the actual word Ahem. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Soonyoung echoed back at him, then smiled. It was an inoffensive thing, cute even. Mingyu hated him and his stupid duality and – yes, again – his stupid fucking toned-ass dancer’s body.

…No, he really didn’t.

“Sorry,” Soonyoung went on, pulling his towel up slightly with his hand. Mingyu fought the urge to stop him. Greedy, like he hadn’t just had his fill of his boyfriend. Like he didn’t still reek of sweat and sex, probably. Soonyoung knew it too, based on the way he was scanning him with an almost salacious glimmer to his eyes. Or that was just a trick of the light. “Were you waiting long?”

“No,” Mingyu said. “Don’t worry.”

“Okay, good,” Soonyoung said. “I don’t ever want to keep you from being able to use the bathroom.”

“Oh.” Mingyu felt himself flushing. This was so stupid; Soonyoung couldn’t know the effects those words in particular had on him. How long did his refractory period last again? Better not to test it. He held his glass up in explanation. “No, I was just. Thirsty.”

“Oh, okay.” Soonyoung smiled. Innocuous. “Well, in that case. Staying hydrated is so important. I’ll let you get your water, and I’ll go to bed.”

He began to brush past him, and Mingyu said, “Wait,” – only to realize he had absolutely nothing to say.

Soonyoung turned back and blinked at him, tousling a hand through his wet hair. “Yes?”

“Uh,” Mingyu began dumbly, doing a terrible job at ignoring the way Soonyoung’s bicep flexed. “Did you. Uh. Have a nice shower?” Oh my God. Stupid late-night post-come brain. Stupid, annoyingly hot guy in front of him. Stupid stupid stupid situation.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Why did he seem so nonchalant? Maybe because there was nothing weird about this and Mingyu was just a weirdo that leered at his friends?

“Yeah,” he indulged Mingyu anyway. “Yeah, I didn’t actually plan on showering tonight but I just felt like I… needed it.” He cleared his throat, then added, “And I love your guys’ rainforest shower. It’s so nice. So much space, and the water pressure’s great.”

“It is,” Mingyu agreed, still cringing at himself. He needed to end this interaction immediately. “Okay. Well. Um. Goodnight then?”

“Goodnight,” Soonyoung echoed, still smiling, and reached up to pinch Mingyu’s cheek. His eyes lingered on Mingyu’s body for a few moments, and then he strode away. Mingyu watched him retreat for a little too long, admiring the muscles in his back, and then shook himself and went to grab the water he’d come for.

When he let himself back into the bedroom, the door to which he’d left open a sliver, he said, “Shut up,” before Minghao could say a thing.

Minghao only laughed lovingly and pulled him back into his arms as soon as he’d crawled between the sheets. Mingyu sighed and threw one leg across him, nestling against his side.

Fuck Kwon Soonyoung. Figuratively. But Mingyu wondered if maybe, just maybe, they could make that literal instead.

-

Two nights later – a Friday night – Minghao was out late at some gallery opening.

Mingyu definitely wasn’t avoiding spending one-on-one time with Soonyoung or anything like that. That’d be silly. It wasn’t awkward between them, but there was tension there and he didn’t know if he was reading into things. Minghao was no help whatsoever when he was around, just sitting back and enjoying… whatever it was.

But Mingyu wasn’t avoiding Soonyoung. He swore that he wasn’t. He just figured tonight was as good a night as any to sort and refold every item of clothing in his half of the closet, like he’d been meaning to for months already.

It was going well, actually, and helping him declutter his brain a little. Gratifying work, if a little boring, but that was why he had music playing.

Then Soonyoung decided to make his boredom Mingyu’s problem, which really just meant he came into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed, sighing heavily and stating he had no idea what to do with himself and why was Mingyu such an old man, spending his Friday sorting clothing rather than something more exciting?

“You’re literally older than me,” Mingyu deadpanned. “And you’re home too.” He hadn’t looked up from the neatly folded jeans he was stacking on top of one another before shoving them on the bottom shelf. When he turned back around and glanced at Soonyoung, he regretted it.

Soonyoung was spread out on his stomach, kicking his legs around in the air. He was resting his chin on his arms, folded in front of him, blinking up at Mingyu through his eyelashes. In this position, his baggy t-shirt had ridden up, and beneath it his back was arched slightly. His track pants sat low around his hips, and the waistband of his boxer briefs was peeking up from under them. Light blue, and very pretty on Soonyoung, complimenting his skin tone in a lovely way. It took all of Mingyu’s self-restraint not to dig his hands into the flesh of his waist immediately. Or his teeth. Or to hook his fingers into his pants and pull them down all the way and get his hands on that perky ass.

He cleared his throat. “What can I do for you, hyung?”

“I just wanted to hang out,” Soonyoung said, sulking. “Is that a crime?”

Mingyu sighed, rolled his eyes fondly, turned back to the closet to dig out a messy pile of sweaters and then plopped them onto the bed next to Soonyoung.

“Fine. You can help me decide which of these to keep. I’m trying to get rid of a few things.”

Soonyoung happily complied. But by the time they’d gotten through that pile and one that consisted of t-shirts, he was mock-yawning every two seconds.

“When’s Myungho getting home?” he wondered. He was sitting cross-legged now, and the hem of his shirt was mercifully – regrettably? – back down where it belonged. “He’s so much more fun than you.”

“Hey!” Mingyu exclaimed, and crawled halfway onto the bed to swat at him with the shirt he was holding. Soonyoung giggled, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them as he shrunk back against the wall. Mingyu frowned at him, then huffed out a laugh and got back to the task at hand.

A few moments later, Soonyoung spoke up again. “You really would tell me if I was imposing myself on you, right? Or if you don’t want me around? I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable.” There was vulnerability in his voice now, something Mingyu hadn’t heard in a while.

“Hey, where’s this coming from?” he asked, closet forgotten momentarily as he went to sit properly on the bed. He discarded the sweatpants he’d been holding on the sheets beside him so he could reach a hand out to Soonyoung’s knee and caress it. “Have we given you that impression?”

“Not at all,” Soonyoung insisted. “I just – y’know. Am worried about, uh. Misinterpreting things.” His eyes flicked to Mingyu’s hand on his knee before he tentatively laid one of his own over it, then looked back up to meet Mingyu’s gaze.

Mingyu swallowed thickly, the air suddenly thick around them. He debated opening a window, settled instead for squeezing Soonyoung’s knee and saying, “You’re not,” – even as his voice shook on it. Just a little bit.

The tension seemed to ramp up into an almost tangible hum in the air – and then it shattered all at once when Soonyoung burst out laughing, his eyes narrowing and his cheeks scrunching up with it.

“Okay, good,” he brought out in between bouts of it. “Just checking.”

“You’re a menace,” Mingyu growled, and then he tackled him to the mattress and tickled him until Soonyoung was gasping frantically.

This went on for a few long moments, until Soonyoung began kicking at Mingyu and whimpering, “Okay, okay, okay, you can get off me now!” Mingyu didn’t let up, not until Soonyoung added, “Mingyu-yah! I’m going to pee myself if you don’t stop.”

Mingyu shot back. He had half a mind to keep tickling Soonyoung with renewed enthusiasm, but that would be… highly inappropriate. He forced another laugh onto his face and let Soonyoung scurry off to the bathroom, and then sat there reeling with this sudden image.

He was fantasizing about Soonyoung enough as was. He’d be lucky to have him in any capacity. What he didn’t need to do was try to rope him into their freaky kinky sex games and ruin any chances of anything by pushing too far. Even if his blue underwear would look so lovely wet.

By the time Soonyoung came back, he’d calmed his racing heart a little, and successfully staved off a boner, though his cock wasn’t entirely flaccid. Soonyoung plopped himself back down onto the bed like nothing had happened and picked up the sweatpants Mingyu had cast aside earlier to inspect.

Mingyu had to bite back an incredulous chuckle when it dawned on him which ones they were. The first ones he’d ever pissed in, both by himself and with Minghao, and multiple times since.

“You’re not planning to get rid of these, are you?” Soonyoung asked. “You wear them a lot.”

Mingyu cleared his throat and said, “No, I’m not. They’re my favorites.”

“Good,” Soonyoung grinned. “You look really hot in them.”

Mingyu quirked an eyebrow at him, and a moment later the sweatpants smacked him in the face and Soonyoung was giggling again.

“Menace,” Mingyu huffed, and got up to put them away.

Somehow, Soonyoung convinced him to take a break after that, and they laid side by side scrolling on their phones and showing each other silly videos they came across, and Soonyoung tangled his legs with Mingyu’s, so close to him that Mingyu could feel his breath.

His entire body was on edge. And somehow – despite it – he got sleepy. He hadn’t quite drifted off yet when Soonyoung reached across him to switch off the bedside lamp that had been the room’s only lighting, but he wasn’t far off from it.

The next time he was conscious, it was because the bed was dipping. He blinked his eyes open, let them adjust slightly to find a shirtless Minghao climbing in.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered, and kissed Mingyu’s temple. Mingyu made a content humming sound, then realized Soonyoung’s arm was slung across his waist, their legs still slotted together.

Minghao smoothed his hair down, said, “Cuties,” and then settled against the sheets on Mingyu’s other side.

Mingyu wanted to say something, but it slipped out of his grasp before he could think of it.

The next time he was conscious after that, there was only one body in the bed beside him, and morning sunlight was streaming in through the blinds that hadn’t been closed all the way, and he was hard.

His first coherent thought was that he needed to do something about that. The next was that he desperately needed to brush his teeth and wash his face. Then Minghao stirred beside him, pulling him into his arms, and Mingyu decided the rest of it could wait.

He snuggled up against his boyfriend, who was bare-chested and in only a pair of boxers, and it was wholesome for about a minute until Minghao’s sleep-croaky voice commented on Mingyu’s erection.

After he’d finished teasing him, he asked, “Did something happen last night?” Mingyu quickly shook his head, and Minghao went on. “You know I wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t want to without you,” Mingyu said. “Besides, I don’t even know if he’d be into it. Where is he, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Minghao hummed. “Out in the living room, I take it. I think he got up a little while ago.”

Mingyu was pretty sure Soonyoung didn’t have work this morning, and mildly disappointed he hadn’t stayed in bed. But maybe he’d been uncomfortable. They fell silent for a moment, straining their ears, and sure enough, there were signs of life outside the door.

Grunting, to be exact.

Mingyu propped himself up on his elbows to wrinkle his forehead at Minghao in confusion, and Minghao quirked an amused eyebrow back.

“Should we… go out there?” Mingyu wondered, and Minghao grinned.

“Freak.”

“Hey! I’m sure he’s not doing anything… weird.”

“You’re still hard,” Minghao pointed out, and Mingyu sighed, flopping back against the pillow. “Do you want me to help you with that, or should I go ask Soonyoungie-hyung if he can do it?”

Mingyu punched him in the arm, and Minghao tittered out an adorable, high-pitched sound, and then crawled down the bed to pull Mingyu’s pants down and take his cock into his mouth.

Mingyu closed his eyes, pressed himself back against the mattress, fisted one hand into the sheets and the other into Minghao’s fluffy, bed-messy hair. He tried not to think of Soonyoung – more specifically of Soonyoung saying he was going to pee himself.

He failed.

He came in record time.

Fuck. He wondered if Soonyoung would cry when he got really desperate, or if he would laugh through it like he did everything. He wondered what kind of pants he’d look best in, though his mind still lingered on the blue boxer briefs he’d been wearing yesterday.

Minghao came back up and pressed a salty kiss to Mingyu’s lips, smirking. He was beautiful as always, with his unkempt hair haloed in the golden light of morning.

“Someone was eager,” he mused. Mingyu buried his face in his hands, and Minghao pried them away again. “Come on, baby. Let’s go see what our friend out there is up to.”

They did pause to listen at the door before they went out, and the odd noises had stopped, so Mingyu deemed it safe.

Soonyoung did appear a bit flustered when they ventured into the living room. His cheeks were red, his pupils dilated, there was sweat beading on his skin, and he was… shirtless. Mingyu was not going to get used to that anytime soon, was he?

“Morning, hyung,” Minghao announced, jolly, as he strode into the room to give Soonyoung a smack on the ass, letting his hand linger a moment.

“Hi,” Soonyoung answered, slightly out of breath. When Mingyu continued to just look at him with his head cocked, he offered, “I was, uh. Working out. Y’know, since I’m not going to the studio today.”

“Working out,” Minghao echoed. “I see. Well. You look good, so keep it up, I guess.”

“Thanks.”

“Sounded good too,” Minghao added, and then strolled into the kitchen.

Mingyu stuck around just long enough to see Soonyoung flush almost scarlet, and then he retreated into the bathroom to finally brush his teeth and splash some sorely-needed cold water on his own burning face.

-

It was the following afternoon and they’d just finished eating lunch when Soonyoung announced, “I’m going out tonight.”

They had a Chinese drama playing because it starred one of Minghao’s friends. He’d been to visit before, and Mingyu and Minghao may or may not have had a little – or a lot – of fun with him. But more than that, Mingyu knew that Minghao was just very fond of him. It was adorable, the way he lit up every time Junhui was on screen, even though it was odd to Mingyu to see Junhui kissing a woman when Mingyu knew what he looked like with his lips wrapped around a cock.

It was still cool, though. He knew an actor. He’d slept with an actor. Was that why his mind had been on sex all day? Or was it just that his mind was always on sex these days? And piss, on top of that. Maybe he really was the filthy little slut Minghao had so often called him.

Either way, Soonyoung had good timing. The credits for the episode they were on had just begun rolling when he made his announcement.

“I’ll be out with some dance friends at this bar in Hongdae. Might stay over at Chan’s, depending on the public transport situation. I think it’ll get late.” As Mingyu watched, Soonyoung winked at him. “So, y’know. Don’t wait up for me or anything.”

Chan. Was that someone Soonyoung was hooking up with?

“Are you sure? Do you want me to come pick you up or something?” Mingyu asked.

“No, don’t worry,” Soonyoung said. “You two stay home, have some fun. It’s Sunday night, get crazy.”

His eyes were twinkling. Mingyu was having a hard time tearing his own away from them, something in Soonyoung’s gaze so compelling, so charged.

Mingyu cleared his throat, said, “Okay, well I hope you have a good time.”

He stretched forward to put his empty bowl on the coffee table in front of him – they just left the couch pulled out all the time these days rather than fold it back up every morning – and beside him Minghao’s hand landed on his knee, giving it a knowing little squeeze. Then he leaned forward himself to grab Mingyu’s glass off the table and place it in his hands.

Mingyu could just barely quell the smirk that was beginning to spread on his lips. Okay, so he wasn’t the only one whose mind was constantly on sex and piss. Ah, how lovely it was to be on the same wavelength.

He thought he caught Soonyoung’s eyebrow raising as his gaze flitted to the glass, but then Mingyu’s nerve endings were already lighting up from the anticipation mixed with the thrill of knowing what he was doing with Soonyoung right beside him, eyes tracking his every movement. Maybe he was imagining Soonyoung acting suspicious – or maybe he wanted him to be.

He held eye contact as he took his first sip, and the corners of Soonyoung’s mouth lifted into a smirk.

The afternoon somehow sped by and dragged on all at the same time.

Mingyu had decided not to go to the bathroom one final time before beginning the hold, because he’d been just before lunch. No one had anything to do today, so they all lounged around and kept binge watching Exclusive Fairytale, and it became increasingly more difficult to sit still.

The pressure wasn’t that awful. Mingyu had done this enough times to know he wasn’t actually anywhere near the danger zone yet. But something about the need to pee even in a lesser capacity, coupled with the fact that he couldn’t take his mind off of the whole thing which was resulting in another kind of pressure – one that would cause his dick to fill out past the realm of being easily concealed if he wasn’t vigilant – still made it difficult not to shift and squirm the whole time.

Minghao kept a hand planted on his thigh and tightened his hold whenever he noticed Mingyu wriggling. Occasionally he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against the sensitive patch of skin beneath Mingyu’s ear, which made goosebumps break out across his skin.

“Are you cold?” Soonyoung asked from his other side the second time it happened, blinking at Mingyu guilelessly. He looked so fucking innocent. It was so cute. Soonyoung had no business being so cute, especially not when he was lounging around in a muscle tank with his ridiculously toned arms out.

Mingyu chuckled nervously. “I’m fine,” he insisted, but it must not have been very convincing, because Soonyoung reached behind him for the big fuzzy blanket hung over the backrest of the sofa and draped it across the three of them anyway.

Terrible idea. Mingyu was not cold. If anything he was too warm, and he was certainly beginning to sweat now that his lap was hidden, because Minghao took that as an invitation to trail his hand up his thigh to brush his groin, then even further up to apply the lightest bit of pressure to his lower abdomen. Not enough to cause any damage – but a threat nonetheless, one that made Mingyu take in a sharp breath.

He gave Minghao a warning look, and Minghao batted his eyelashes back. He looked just as innocuous as Soonyoung, but Mingyu knew better. He pouted at him, and Minghao smiled, then pulled his lips into a taunting little pout of his own, eyebrows furrowed in mock concern.

Then – finally; mercifully; regrettably – he retracted his hand, stretching once instead before draping it around Mingyu’s shoulders. His arms were so long, and when Soonyoung leaned his head on Mingyu’s shoulder, Minghao began playing with Soonyoung’s hair.

Mingyu tried to slump down further into the sofa and relax, crossing his legs and then uncrossing them again when he decided that might be too obvious. His senses were definitely heightened and in his head he sent a silent apology to Junhui for not paying even the tiniest shred of attention to what was happening on screen. He’d have to watch it again another time and give it the respect it deserved.

For now, all he could feel was the pressure in his bladder, and the goosebumps every breath or brush from Minghao sent across his skin, or every tickle of Soonyoung’s hair against the crook of his neck and shoulder where’d he rested his head. For now Mingyu had to try very hard not to listen to the content little almost-purring noises Soonyoung made whenever Minghao apparently did something particularly pleasant to his hair or scalp.

Mingyu was just ridiculously horny. Everything was a danger to him.

At one point he went into the bathroom, not to use it but just to take a few deep breaths and remind himself to get it together, but he’d barely managed the first inhale when Minghao followed him in and pressed him against the counter. He leaned in close, ran his tongue along Mingyu’s jaw, then came up until his lips were inches from Mingyu’s – only to leave again with a smack to Mingyu’s ass and a warning look in his eye that very clearly said, Don’t use the toilet.

Mingyu hadn’t been considering it. But now his half-boner was becoming more pressing, and he had to steel himself extra hard because of his tease of a fucking boyfriend before going back out to the sofa – where another glass of water was waiting to be thrust into his hands. He took it, just barely suppressing a shudder, and then settled back down between the two of them. Minghao slung his arm back around Mingyu’s shoulders oh-so-nonchalantly, and Soonyoung leaned his head back against him. The way his hair tickled Mingyu like a feather was still torture. The way he kept shifting position, choosing at one point to sling his body across Mingyu’s lap and thus rendering him unable to squirm inconspicuously, was torture too. Mingyu wondered if, with his head so close to his crotch, Soonyoung could hear his cock and bladder throbbing.

Somehow Mingyu made it through the afternoon, and come evening he busied himself preparing a quick batch of ramyeon for the three of them to eat before Soonyoung left, citing he needed something in his stomach if he was going to be out drinking – but mostly just glad for the excuse to get up and move around, even as his legs already felt unsteady.

They ate quickly, scattered around the coffee table, and then Soonyoung went to get changed, leaving Mingyu free to finally shove a hand in his crotch and rock back and forth in his spot on the floor a little more freely. He still had time, but he was certainly getting desperate, and Minghao still wouldn’t let up on making him drink.

A few minutes later, he was standing at the kitchen sink dancing around lightly from foot to foot and washing up the dishes, trying his best not to focus on the feeling of the warm dishwater on his skin when Soonyoung sidled up behind him and hooked a chin over his shoulder. Mingyu stilled, slumped down a little lower to make it easier for him, clenched his thighs together.

“Thanks for dinner,” Soonyoung said in a low voice, and Mingyu had to close his eyes to breathe. He kept forgetting to do so. It wasn’t Soonyoung’s fault; he didn’t know that Mingyu was one wrong touch away from a very awkward situation. Or more like calamitous. Right now he felt almost more likely to come in his pants than piss in them, but the more imminent danger changed by the moment. “You take such good care of me. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”

Mingyu laughed. To his own ears, it sounded stilted. He only hoped Soonyoung wouldn’t take it to mean he was lying when he said, “It’s not a problem, Soonyoungie-hyung.”

Soonyoung didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He was cheerful, breezy even, when he said, “I hope you two have a great evening.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to Mingyu’s cheek and added, “Be safe and everything. Stay hydrated.” The last few words were drawled, and Mingyu nearly jolted.

His body went so rigid Soonyoung could certainly feel it, and he had to force himself to relax. He let out another chuckle that was even less convincing than the previous one. Distantly, he wondered if he should reach out to Junhui for acting tips.

“Thanks, hyungie. Have fun with your friends. You, um… stay hydrated too.”

Soonyoung said, “Oh, I will,” – and then he was out the door, letting it fall softly into its lock, and Mingyu was left reeling with his hands still in the dishwater trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He finished up the dishes quickly and by the time he’d gotten to the end of it, his blood was buzzing with adrenaline, stomach jumping with anticipation. Surely release was just around the corner, and he needed it more than ever.

Except Minghao seemed determined to make him suffer. He gave it a whole hour before he gave Mingyu so much of a single inch of indication that he wanted to do anything. He was infuriatingly nonchalant, puttering around the apartment or relaxing in the living room reading a book like he didn’t know Mingyu’s predicament. They hardly even spoke.

Mingyu held on diligently, but at a certain point he found he could no longer keep from bouncing his leg for more than a millisecond, much less concentrate on a single thing he was doing. He scrolled on his phone and got up from the sofa to move to the armchair, then the floor, then back, just to keep in motion.

He was about to say something about the direness of the situation when Minghao finally spoke up.

“I’m going to the bedroom.” It was so casual. Insouciant. Like he didn’t give a shit whether or not Mingyu followed him.

Mingyu waited a minute, gave his dick a few squeezes in a futile attempt at alleviating some of his distress, and then followed.

Minghao wasn’t on the bed this time, instead leaning back in their desk chair facing the door. When Mingyu came in he didn’t say a word. Just patted his thigh, gaze pointed and fierce.

Mingyu perched daintily on his knee.

Minghao shook his head. “No, baby. Straddle me.”

“Do you want me to change or anything?” Mingyu was still in the same sweatpants he’d been wearing all day – the same ones Soonyoung had said he looked hot in. The same ones he’d already begun calling his piss sweatpants in his head. It was hard to wear them and think of anything different, in fact, so maybe he’d unwittingly prophesized how the day was going to go when he’d been getting dressed in the morning.

Minghao just shook his head, so Mingyu repositioned himself until he was kneeling in their big gaming chair with his thighs spread on either side of Minghao’s.

“You want to do this here?” he asked, incredulous. His voice was shaky. The new position was already making his desperation roar up with fresh ferocity, with his crotch so vulnerable and the impossibility of squeezing his legs together.

Minghao nodded, bit his lip, looked down and lifted the hem of Mingyu’s shirt so he could see his cock, at half-mast and bulging slightly against his sweatpants. He ran a hand reverently over Mingyu’s lower belly, taut and slightly distended where his bladder sat, and then pulled his shirt all the way up. Mingyu lifted his arms so he could slide it over them and toss it aside, and then Minghao was leaning in and scraping his teeth along Mingyu’s collarbone.

“Fuck,” Mingyu shuddered out. “Babe, I don’t think I have too long left, are you sure?” They’d never done this anywhere other than the bed before, where they had their trusty mattress protector, or the shower when they weren’t feeling like too much cleaning.

Their desk chair was spillage-proofed, but they’d still have to wipe it down, and there was no way the floor would be spared.

Minghao didn’t waver. He didn’t say a word, but his expression was so sure, so determined, that Mingyu would never have dreamed of arguing with him.

Minghao reached a manicured hand up to his neck to undo his own shirt – a loose flannel. He unbuttoned it all the way so he was just sitting there with it hanging open and his own set of sweatpants on to go with it, cock already swelling against the crotch of them. When he guided Mingyu down by the hips so he was flush against him, Mingyu felt it twitch.

Minghao looked unreal, with his shirt open and his hair messy and his eyes already half-lidded with desire as he licked his lips.

For a moment, Soonyoung’s voice flashed through Mingyu’s mind. You two have a nice evening. Stay hydrated.It almost startled a laugh out of him.

“What is it?” Minghao asked. “Something funny?”

Mingyu bit his lip and shook his head, and Minghao’s eyes glinted dangerously.

“You and your secrets. Something else you’re not telling me, hm? Is there a reason you can’t sit still?”

Mingyu shook his head again.

Minghao tutted. “Don’t tell me you forgot to pee all day again, baby. Haven’t we been over this?”

Mingyu nodded meekly now.

“Well, you know how this goes, don’t you? I don’t like interruptions. You don’t get to go now anymore, not until we’re done. Think you can hold on?”

Minghao squeezed his waist, and Mingyu whined. They both knew he couldn’t.

“I can,” he insisted anyway. Minghao quirked an eyebrow at him like he didn’t believe it for a second.

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

Mingyu wasn’t watching the time, but if he had to wager a guess, it was probably about fifteen more minutes he managed. Fifteen minutes of agony, of Minghao running his fingertips over his body and giving extra care to his nipples, pinching them ever so lightly until he bucked, dribbling into his pants for a few seconds before he got it back under control.

Fifteen minutes of Minghao leaning in to nip sharply at his neck, his chin, his earlobe, to whisper berating words in his ear. Fifteen minutes of bringing his hand to Mingyu’s lower abdomen again and again, but never actually pressing down on it, which was almost worse.

In the end, it wasn’t necessary. Mingyu’s thighs were jelly the entire time and a small wet patch had already formed at the front of his sweats from leaks here and there, and when Minghao ghosted a finger over it and looked up to ask, “How are you doing, baby?” like he cared – Mingyu just let go. Or it happened to him; it wasn’t a conscious decision. Once the seal was broken, there was no turning back.

He saw Minghao smirk for a fraction of a second before he schooled his expression back into a withering frown as he kept his gaze trained on where Mingyu was now flooding the both of them.

“Fuck,” Mingyu rasped out, eyes fluttering closed as he threw his head back. Within a few seconds, he heard pattering.

Minghao, as always, let him finish before he began scolding him.

A hand on Mingyu’s chin in a tight grip, a pair of plush lips brushing his, then pulling back cruelly when he tried to chase them. You made a huge fucking mess.

Teeth sunk into his shoulder, a squeeze to his sopping wet groin, punching a pitiful whine out of him. You’re cleaning that.

A slap to his ass, a set of nails dragging down the inside of his thigh, rubbing the sodden material roughly against his skin. Filthy pervert. Getting hard over this.

Minghao grinding up against him. Minghao twisting a hand into his hair and pulling until he moaned. Minghao telling him to Open your eyes, slut, and look at me. I want to see your shame.

Minghao ushering them both to their feet, then bending Mingyu over the desk and shoving his pants down his legs, prepping him far too gently for the string of degradation still falling from his lips, voice cold and indifferent.

And finally, Minghao pushing into him. Mingyu doing his best to stay upright on his wobbly legs, the ground splattered wet beneath him, as Minghao fucked him viciously, nails raking down his back again and again and again.

Afterwards, Minghao pulling out and slumping back onto the desk chair. Mingyu fully intended to sit down on top of him, but he miscalculated the distance to the chair, which had rolled away slightly in the commotion, and buckled to the floor instead. A harsh, sharp laugh from Minghao – but he let Mingyu crawl forward and rest his head in his lap anyway, and Mingyu was too spent to care that he was sitting in a puddle of his own piss. Let future Mingyu deal with that.

He was so relaxed now that he was almost lulled to sleep. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed there. He knew only that he was jolted back to reality very harshly by the sound of the front door slamming.

Fucking Soonyoung. Mingyu’s gaze flicked in the direction the sound had come from – and that was when he realized their bedroom door had been left open.

Fuck. That was on him. His eyes darted to Minghao’s in a panic, then down at himself, still in his soiled pants, still in his puddle. Minghao chuckled and patted his hair, then gently lifted his head up so he could slide out from under him, padding over to the door like he had all the time in the world. Like he wasn’t also soaked; like it didn’t matter to him whether or not Soonyoung caught them like this.

Minghao shut the door. Mingyu’s heart took a few moments to stop racing, and then he burst out laughing.

“He wasn’t supposed to be home this early,” he brought out between giggles, then – abruptly: “Fuck, how are we going to clean up without him noticing?”

Minghao giggled. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I know just what to do about Soonyoungie.”

Mingyu frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how many close calls there have been. How loudly he slams the door every time he comes home, like he wants to make sure we hear it?”

Mingyu just blinked, still in his spot on the floor. How ridiculous he must look like this. He wasn’t sure if it was his post-sex brain making him slow or if he was just missing something.

Minghao shrugged down at him. “Our door’s not that loud, baby. But our floorboards are creaky. And I hear them sometimes… before the door slams. Don’t you?”

Mingyu only blinked again. As if he could focus on anything else when Minghao was fucking him like that, when his whole body was still thrumming with the overwhelming twofold climactic relief.

But Soonyoung had been acting suspicious… hadn’t he?

Mingyu slowly got to his feet. His legs were still shaky; his pants were cold and clinging to his skin. He bent down and peeled them the rest of the way off, then left them in a heap on the floor. Minghao snaked his arms around his waist, then craned his neck up to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You think he’s been coming home earlier than he wants us to know?”

“That’s exactly what I think.” Minghao kissed Mingyu’s nose again, then the ridge of his jaw. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you clean, okay?”

He took Mingyu’s hand and walked him over to the bedroom door, opening it slowly to check if the coast was clear. Mingyu tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom, only to find it locked, the light on.

Shit.

“Soonyoungie-hyung?” Minghao called.

There was a rustling, and then an out-of-breath Soonyoung called, “Uh, I’ll be out in a second!”

Mingyu tugged at Minghao’s hand and dragged him back to the bedroom. No way were they going to wait in front of the door in the state they were in for Soonyoung to find them.

“I’ll have to talk to him later,” Minghao sighed. Mingyu was too afflicted with post-coital brain and the sudden burst of adrenaline to question what about.

Later, when they’d taken their shower, Mingyu was blow-drying his hair while Minghao took care of the laundry and cleaning. When he turned the hairdryer off, he heard Minghao and Soonyoung talking in hushed voices, but he didn’t think too much of it. Not until a little while later.

Minghao was in the kitchen preparing tea in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt when Mingyu sauntered into the living room – where he came face to face with a Soonyoung who blushed almost scarlet the second their eyes met.

“Hi,” Mingyu said, and sidestepped him to sit on the edge of the sofa cautiously.

“Hi,” Soonyoung echoed. The energy radiating off him was so antsy it was almost palpable.

“Um. Did you have a nice evening?”

Soonyoung nodded, and then perched beside him. He was too stiff – back too straight, feet flat on the floor. Very unlike him. Most people got fidgety the more nervous they got. With Soonyoung, it was cause for suspicion when he wasn’t moving. “I just wasn’t really in the mood to be out after all. Um. I texted you guys I was coming back sooner but I guess you didn’t see it?”

“Oh, is that what happened?” Minghao asked, walking over with two mugs of tea. His hair was airdrying all fluffy and his skin was glowing, and there was a kittenish smile on his lips. He placed the mugs down, then went back for the third. The herbal scent infiltrated Mingyu’s nose, instantly soothing.

Minghao plopped down behind Mingyu, beckoning for everybody to relax a little bit. They scooted back against the backrest to join him, Mingyu in the middle, and Minghao stretched his legs across the both of them so his feet landed in Soonyoung’s lap.

Soonyoung flushed an even deeper red, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“Come on, now,” Minghao said. “Tell Mingyu what you told me before. There’s no need to be shy, is there? We’re all freaks here.”

Oh?

Mingyu swallowed around a dry throat. His tea was too far away and probably still too hot.

Soonyoung groaned, buried his face in his hands for a few seconds. He looked down at Minghao’s feet when he finally began speaking, playing with the fraying material at the hem of his pajama pants.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “I just – I swear I wouldn’t even have noticed if I hadn’t already been… into it. It just made the signs kind of obvious. To me, that is.”

“What are you talking about?” Mingyu asked, searching his face. Soonyoung did everything in his power not to look at him.

“The – the… When you drink a lot of water, and the…”

“The piss,” Minghao supplied helpfully, then giggled and leaned in to smack a kiss onto Mingyu’s cheek, which was quickly heating up to match Soonyoung’s.

“Oh,” he spluttered. “That. So you… know about. That.”

“Oh, he more than knows about it. Come on, don’t be shy now, hyung.”

Soonyoung groaned again. He was still talking to Minghao’s feet. “I may have, um. Well. Once I began noticing the signs, I might have, uh. Tried to… catch you doing it.”

“You what?” Mingyu exclaimed as the implication washed over him.

“Well, not, like, catch. I just. Ugh. I got curious. I wanted to see.”

“You mean you’ve seen… me… do that?” Mingyu spluttered.

“It’s okay, baby,” Minghao cooed, stroking Mingyu’s shoulder. “You look really hot with your pants wet. Soonyoungie agrees, don’t you, hyung?”

Soonyoung bit his lip and nodded shyly. Mingyu was getting lightheaded. He was mortified. And arousal was coiling in his gut, butterflies bouncing around like sparks off a fire, and every bit as hot. As if he hadn’t had enough tonight.

“So you’re… into that. Too.” It was taking a bit to process. Mingyu felt like they’d skipped about a hundred steps, and he wondered why Minghao was so chill about this. Maybe because he was never the one pissing himself, but if Soonyoung had seen that, that meant he’d probably seen them doing other things too. Minghao was just a little exhibitionist, wasn’t he? Mingyu figured he had a right to be.

Soonyoung nodded.

For some reason, the next question Mingyu thought to ask was, “Have you ever done it?”

Soonyoung quickly shook his head. “Hyunjin didn’t like getting. Um. Messy. So. Well, I guess I have, but only ever alone. And only like, very rarely and uh. Not. Properly? Maybe? I was pretty ashamed of it, honestly, so once I figured out what it is you two do I think I just got fascinated and… carried away. I’m sorry. I really am, you invited me into your home and I abused that kindness and your privacy and –”

“Hyung,” Mingyu exhaled, reaching for Soonyoung’s hand atop Minghao’s ankle. Soonyoung had begun bouncing his leg anxiously, making both of them shake, but now he stilled it. “It’s okay.”

“It’s… okay?”

Mingyu still couldn’t really wrap his head around all of this, but he turned his gaze to the side to meet Minghao’s eyes, and they were alight with mirth and something darker, something dangerous – and it was hard to really be upset when he considered how much he’d been fantasizing about Soonyoung. How readily he probably would have jumped at the opportunity to catch him doing something like this.

His main takeaway, really, was this: Soonyoung’s into piss. Soonyoung gets off on us. He hadn’t admitted to that part specifically, but in hindsight it was obvious. The “working out”. The way he’d locked himself in the bathroom earlier, panting.

Soonyoung would probably like to –

“You want to try it out? Properly?” Soonyoung finally lifted his head at Mingyu’s question and met his eyes, hopeful, uncertain. A shiver went through Mingyu. Fuck, even the thought of it drove him crazy.

“You mean me…” Mingyu felt for him, he did. How hard had it been for him to speak it out loud the first time? “P-pissing myself? Like… with you?”

Mingyu bit back an actual groan. Now that the initial panic had faded, the thought of Soonyoung sneaking around watching them and then jerking off over it – yeah, that was. Jesus fucking Christ.

When Minghao spoke, his voice was hardened, though with that warm, mischievous undertone Mingyu was so familiar with. “Well, I don’t think we should let this behavior go unpunished. This is our place, after all. Our private home. What do you think, Mingyu?”

Mingyu nodded frantically. The blood was already rushing out of his head and filling out his cock. He would wager he wasn’t alone in this particular predicament, but he wasn’t about to inspect the others’ crotches.

“But not tonight,” Minghao went on. “You’ve been through a lot already, baby. And we need to make him wait for it, don’t we? Show him he can’t just take what he wants without consequences.”

Mingyu swore he felt Soonyoung shudder beside him. Swore the whole couch juddered with its intensity. He snapped his gaze to the side again and found that he was growing borderline obsessed with the way his hyung looked all embarrassed.

“You guys really want to…?” Soonyoung began. “I mean, with me? Like. You guys are into me like that?”

Minghao huffed out a little laugh. It was almost a scoff, in fact, like the very idea of them not being it was ridiculous.

“Baby,” he said, nudging Mingyu. “Do you want to show him how bad you want him?”

Mingyu was still processing, still a little slow on the uptake, and it took an exaggerated eyebrow raise from Minghao and a pointed look in Soonyoung’s direction for him to get it. His heart picked up speed and he nodded, then turned his body to face Soonyoung fully.

He let go of his hand to bring it up to his jaw, cupping his face gently, scanning his expression for any signs of resistance. None. Only Soonyoung’s eyes widening, and his lips along with it, cheeks still that deep pink, a gorgeous contrast to his light hair. God, he was pretty like this.

Mingyu scooted in a little closer, until their thighs were right up against each other. Minghao took his legs away and Mingyu was aware of him shifting around to get a better look at them, but he was locked in on Soonyoung.

And then he kissed him. It was tender for about a millisecond, but Soonyoung was fucking eager, and he kissed back with a fervor Mingyu struggled to keep up with, tired as he still was. Soonyoung’s tongue was in his mouth almost immediately, and then one of his hands was winding into Mingyu’s hair, and then their teeth were knocking against each other and they were laughing into it and breathless and pressing closer and closer so that by the time they parted, Mingyu was almost in Soonyoung’s lap. Truthfully he wanted nothing more than to devour him.

But beside him, Minghao said, “Alright, boys. Patience, okay? We’re going to do this right.”

His voice was bright and Mingyu met his eyes, matched his grin, then looked back at Soonyoung, who was biting his lip a little anxiously now, hands wrung together in his crotch. It didn’t hide his erection, Mingyu was pleased to see.

“Hey,” he said softly, heart suddenly going out to his friend. He backed off him a little, laid a hand on his shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with you for being into this, okay?”

“You’re sure?”           

“If there is, then there’s something wrong with us too. Is that what you’re trying to say?” Minghao was so damn good at this. At shutting down concerns.

Soonyoung quickly shook his head.

Mingyu added, “Hyunjin had no idea what he was missing.”

“Okay,” Soonyoung said. “I believe you.”

“Good boy.” Minghao again. He’d crawled in front of Soonyoung now and took his hands one after the other. “But little voyeurs still need to be punished.” He winked, and then did that thing he always did to Mingyu where he leaned in to just barely brush his lips against Soonyoung’s before pulling away again and flashing a smile at him. “Goodnight, hyung. See you in the morning.”

He let go of Soonyoung’s hand, stroking over the tent in his pants ever so lightly – Mingyu saw the effect that had on Soonyoung’s entire body – and then stood up, reaching a hand out to Mingyu.

Mingyu took it, suppressing a groan as he got to his feet, his own erection heavy and incessant. He cast one look back at Soonyoung as he followed Minghao in the direction of the bedroom. Soonyoung was sitting there stunned, mouth parted and shiny, cheeks still with that healthy color to them, hair messy, and reaching down now to readjust himself with a little whimper.

Just before he opened the door to the bedroom, Minghao turned around too.

“And remember, hyung. The walls are thin.”

Mingyu was going to lose it.

-

The next couple of days were anguish.

Mingyu wasn’t sure how he got any work done at all, and he had to be shaken out of a daydream by his coworkers on more than one occasion. He only hoped his spluttering and blushing wasn’t too obvious when they asked him what he’d been thinking about.

He was willing to bet the other two weren’t faring much better. Soonyoung almost definitely wasn’t. Minghao always seemed like nothing could faze him, but Mingyu knew him. He was feeling the excruciating anticipation just as much as the rest of them.

Add to that the fact that Minghao had instated a no funny business policy in order to make the buildup more “worth it”, and yeah. They were struggling.

It was fun around the apartment, though, even as it was agony. The air was so light now that everything was out in the open. If Soonyoung had questions, he asked them, still so deliciously embarrassed every time, and they eased his mind.

And now that certain boundaries had been crossed, they were even freer in the way they interacted. No funny business didn’t mean no kissing, and if Mingyu felt the urge to lift Soonyoung up onto the counter and kiss him into oblivion when he came home to find him standing at it preparing a protein shake wearing one of those tight compression tanks, he could do so. On more than one occasion he came into the living room to find Minghao half-on top of him on the sofa and had to remind him of the rule he’d instated.

And Soonyoung was in a better mood than he’d seen him the entire time since he’d moved in. Carefree, laughing all the time. They were always cuddling, or Soonyoung was reaching out to boop Mingyu’s nose or pinch his cheek, or he’d ruffle Minghao’s hair aggressively whenever he did something particularly cute – namely exist. There was a lot of hair-ruffling. Mingyu joined in on it.

It was nice. Mingyu loved hanging out like this, so relaxing when he could ignore his dick screaming at him to touch it.

The day did come, though. Mingyu was more excited than he had been in a long time. All through his half-day at work, he could barely sit still. He wasn’t holding – they’d agreed to let Soonyoung be the center of attention tonight, and Mingyu was glad to get to experience the other side of it – but he was giddy with the suspense.

He couldn’t stop picturing it. He tried not to get ahead of himself, but his mind kept wandering to just how Soonyoung would look pissing himself; how he would take it. Would his face get all cute and flushed again? Definitely. Would he laugh out of sheer embarrassment? Maybe. Would he cry, like Mingyu so often did? Mingyu certainly hoped so.

Would he get off on the degradation?

When Mingyu finally got home, the other two were already there. He walked in to find them sitting at the coffee table playing cards like nothing was out of the ordinary at all. Soonyoung kept taking sips of water, though. Mingyu wondered how many glasses he’d had already. Whether he was feeling it. Surely he must be, at least a little bit.

“Hi, guys,” Mingyu said when he came in. At first he wondered if he was dreaming. When he stopped to think about it, this seemed so bizarre. But all it took was Soonyoung making direct eye contact with him and raising his glass to his lips to send blood shooting straight to his dick. The sip he took was deliberately drawn out and afterwards he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, curling his lips into a cat-like grin.

Confident. Interesting. What were the chances of that lasting?

“Come play,” he said, blinking his eyes coquettishly. “We missed you.”

So Mingyu went and sat on the floor beside Minghao, who greeted him with chaste kiss.

And then the worst of the waiting began. The closer the day inched towards evening, the longer the minutes seemed. Mingyu was on high alert, paying attention to every movement Soonyoung made. Every shift, every wriggle, every reposition had blood pumping through him.

It was getting more frequent. They went from card games to video games, took a food break in between, and then just sat around doing their own thing for a bit – Mingyu and Soonyoung on their phones; Minghao reading. Soonyoung was evidently finding it harder and harder to sit still. He and Minghao were sharing an armchair, and every time he squirmed Minghao just patted his leg, hardly even sparing him a glance.

Minghao had put him in grey sweatpants, because of course he had. He looked so delectable Mingyu was practically drooling. Certainly he was fighting the urge to jump him every two seconds; to climb on top of him and hold him down with a hand over his bladder until he gave up the fight and soaked himself, crying and begging and falling apart so prettily.

How did Minghao always stay so collected? This was killing Mingyu.

And the more Mingyu watched Soonyoung – which, really, was all he was doing – the more he noticed him biting his lip, gaze flitting around the place nervously, cheeks already pinkening.

Anytime now.

“Um, guys?” Soonyoung finally spoke up after another few minutes. It had been so silent for ages now save for the sounds of TikToks blaring tinnily from his phone speakers. He reached down to his crotch, but Minghao laid a hand over his wrist to stop him from grabbing himself. He was rocking back and forth in his position in the armchair quite conspicuously. “When do you guys usually, uh, get started with the. Fun?”

“Aw, sweetheart,” Minghao drawled. “Are you struggling? Worried you’re going to make a mess too soon?”

Soonyoung flushed all the way up to his ears and partway down his neck. He looked just as gorgeous like this as Mingyu remembered. He bit his lip again, bounced in place.

“Speak,” Minghao said.

Soonyoung’s tone was meek and soft, but he complied, even if he couldn’t make eye contact with anybody while he did it. “Maybe.”

Minghao broke into a truly evil grin and glanced over at Mingyu. Mingyu nodded excitedly, heart beginning to thud in his throat. He forced himself to take a deep breath.

Minghao sighed and closed his book, placing it on the armrest, and began shifting Soonyoung off of him so he could clamber to his feet. “Let’s go then.”

Soonyoung bounced up eagerly.

Mingyu followed them to the bedroom in a daze. Every part of him was buzzing, dick frustratingly hard in his own sweats he’d changed into at some point.

The sun had gone down already, and Minghao switched on the bedside lamp – dim enough to be mood lighting, bright enough to see clearly by. That part was very important.

Soonyoung looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Minghao raised an unimpressed eyebrow in his direction. “Can you stand still for one single second?”

Soonyoung brought a fist to his mouth, bit into his knuckles and said, “Sorry,” before shoving his hand into his crotch.

Minghao tsked and walked over to him, prying it free and intertwining his fingers with Soonyoung’s.

“No, no, sweet boy. You brought this on yourself, now you have to deal with it. How long would you say you have?”

Soonyoung sighed in defeat. “I really don’t know.” His voice was shaky, strained.

Mingyu walked up beside him and lifted the hem of his shirt to trail a finger up his side. Soonyoung squeezed his eyes shut and shivered violently, then crushed his thighs together, clenching his free hand into a fist so tight it blanched his knuckles.

Mingyu was delighted to see the blue boxer briefs he’d been admiring the other day peeking out above the waistband of Soonyoung’s sweats. He hooked a finger into them, pulled the material off his skin only to let it snap back again. Soonyoung jolted, sucked in a breath, grimaced.

“I like these,” Mingyu hummed.

“So he said.” Minghao nodded appreciatively. “Good call, hyung.”

“You saw me looking the other day?” Mingyu asked.

“You’re not very discreet,” Soonyoung giggled, then shivered again. He bent forward slightly at the waist, like he wanted to double over, but one look at Minghao’s face had him straightening up again.

Minghao grinned like a Cheshire cat, then cradled Soonyoung’s jaw in order to tilt his head up so he could kiss him. Mingyu watched enraptured and fought the urge to palm himself.

They parted a few moments later with a slick sound and then Minghao said, “Alright, boys. Enough small talk, what do you think?” Soonyoung only stared up at him, dazed. Minghao turned his attention away from him and said, “Mingyu-yah, you want to get on the bed for me?”

Mingyu had just barely taken the first step when he was stopped by Minghao pawing at the hem of his t-shirt. He let him pull it over his head. Then Minghao wrapped his arms around his neck for a quick, but deep kiss before sending him on his way with a pat to the ass.

Mingyu got settled on his back, and then Minghao ordered Soonyoung to, “Take your shirt off too. Then get on top of him.”

Soonyoung did. Mingyu thought that Minghao must be having a field day with this. Not one, but two boys anxious to do as he said. He kept his eyes trained on Soonyoung as he clambered awkwardly on top of him: his toned muscles, his slim waist, the bulge in his sweatpants, the way he was trembling.

“You’re okay with this?” Soonyoung asked, swinging a leg over Mingyu’s hips to straddle him. “I really don’t know how long I can still –”

“Yes,” Mingyu interrupted.

Minghao climbed onto the bed behind Soonyoung and laid two firm hands on his hips to shove him down firmly against Mingyu. Soonyoung squeaked, and Mingyu nearly moaned at the direct contact with his crotch. Dangerous game for both of them.

Minghao leaned in to nose at Soonyoung’s ear, then nip at his lobe, then leave a trail of light kisses down his neck.

Soonyoung hadn’t stopped shivering for a second, and he closed his eyes now, hands pitching forward to grab for purchase on Mingyu’s chest. Mingyu could feel the effort it was taking him to keep himself under control.

When Minghao bit down harshly at the crook of his neck, Soonyoung squeaked again, followed by a sudden, sharp intake of breath.

“Hao –”

He didn’t sound like himself at all. He sounded like he was already a wreck, voice pitched abnormally high and quivering pitifully.

“Yes, baby?” Minghao hummed. He let one of his hands crawl past Soonyoung’s waistband to cup his dick. “Oh.” Mingyu was watching it all raptly, and Minghao’s eyes gleamed when he looked at him to inform him, “Hyungie’s wet already.”

Soonyoung whimpered. Mingyu’s dick twitched. His hips jerked up, searching for friction. How he ached to feel Soonyoung’s wetness.

Minghao used both hands to slide Soonyoung’s pants down just far enough for the wet spot to appear – an obvious deeper and almost transparent blue at his crotch. The shape of his dick through it was mouth-watering even in its mostly flaccid state, and his chest was heaving as he dared a glance down at himself, only to cringe and look away.

Mingyu was about to start drooling. He wanted to burn this image alone into his memory, but already Minghao was pulling Soonyoung’s pants back up.

“You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you?” he tutted. “On our bed, too.”

“Sor–”

“No, you’re not,” Minghao interrupted him. “Don’t even pretend. Mingyu always does this too, but I know you’re both just filthy little disgraces, and you love it.” He let one of his hands wander up to Soonyoung’s lower abdomen, the other rubbing circles over one of his hip bones. “Isn’t that right, Mingyu?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu breathed, reaching a hand out to Soonyoung’s waist. His skin was so warm, almost feverish. He felt so frail, shaking like a leaf. “Yeah. Filthy. Disgraceful.”

“Which is why I know Mingyu is going to fucking love it,” Minghao went on, nuzzling his face into the crook of Soonyoung’s neck, then licking a long, slow stripe up it before speaking the next part right into his ear, in that low tone that always made Mingyu’s stomach twist. “When you let go all over him.”

“Fuck,” Soonyoung groaned, and Mingyu made a pained grunt himself, bucking his hips up again.

“Patience,” Minghao warned. “I’m already letting you have this. Don’t get greedy now, baby.”

Mingyu forced his hips to still, mumbled a resigned apology.

“That’s better,” Minghao said. “Now I want to see what happens when I do this.”

He laid his palm flat against Soonyoung’s abdomen. He wasn’t applying a lot of pressure, not yet, but it was enough for Soonyoung to suck in a tight breath and dig his fingers more firmly into the flesh of Mingyu’s pecs. Minghao’s other hand slid up Soonyoung’s front to pinch one of his nipples, roll it around between his fingers. He pushed again.

This time, Soonyoung bucked forward, and as Mingyu watched, mesmerized, a wet spot burgeoned at the front of his sweats.

Mingyu thought he was going to explode. The piss hadn’t even touched him yet. His heart was rabbiting. His stomach rose and fell in time with his quickened breathing. Soonyoung was clenching his thigh muscles so hard around Mingyu’s waist, and Mingyu was impressed with how strong he was.

Any second now. Any second he would lose the fight entirely.

Soonyoung squeezed his eyes shut, and Mingyu watched in glee as a tear appeared at the corner of one of them, tracking its way down his cheek. He reached out to wipe at it.

“Aw, are you crying? Does it hurt?” Minghao, licking his lips. “Can’t hold on anymore? Are you gonna piss yourself, hyungie?”

The sound Soonyoung made was strangled, and more tears spilled down his beautifully reddened cheeks. Mingyu wondered, briefly, if this was what he always looked like, and could understand completely why Minghao loved teasing him so much. He’d never forget seeing Soonyoung like this. Ever.

“You held on so long, didn’t you?” Minghao was cooing. “And for what? Only to end up losing control anyway?” Soonyoung only made another choked-off noise. “Speak to me, baby.”

“Myung- Myungho, I –”

“Yes?”

“F-fuck. I have to pee so bad.”

“I can see that,” Minghao responded – lofty, amused. “Mingyu can too, can’t you, honey?” Mingyu nodded, and Minghao said, “Open your eyes, Soonyoungie. You can’t even see how excited he is.”

Reluctantly, Soonyoung’s glassy eyes met Mingyu’s. A brutal wave of arousal swept over him. How Soonyoung wasn’t hard yet was astounding, but then his body was quite preoccupied.

Minghao pinched his nipple again. Soonyoung tossed his head back, panting, and Mingyu did his best not to thrust up against him, though he would love to jostle him into surrender.

But Minghao seemed to be growing impatient too, because he pushed down again very suddenly on Soonyoung’s stomach. Soonyoung’s head straightened again, eyes going as wide as saucers, and Mingyu looked immediately to his crotch. He didn’t want to miss a second of it, and sure enough, the wet spot on his pants was spreading significantly, blooming down the inside of his legs.

Soonyoung took in another breath, then let it out in a series of staccato exhales, face scrunched up in concentration. Mingyu knew what he was feeling. How desperately he must be willing himself to just stop pissing. It couldn’t be that hard, could it?

But it always was. With a frustrated wail, Soonyoung seemed to give up, slumping his shoulders and closing his eyes again as more tears spilled out of them.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Minghao said. “Open them. Come on, now. This is your fault, the least you can do is own it. You wanted it.”

Soonyoung did as he was told, bunching his hands into the sides of his pants. Minghao held his head in place by the back of the neck, angled down so he could watch himself flood them.

Mingyu had to force himself to keep his own eyes open, because the sudden warmth cascading down Soonyoung’s legs, soaking into his own crotch and pooling around his thighs and waist, felt so good it was insane.

And Soonyoung was so fucking sexy. His abs were contracting, his chest was still heaving spasmodically, and tears were dripping off his chin to mix with the mess gushing out of him. Minghao hadn’t let go of him, caressing his skin – his abdomen, his ribcage, his nipples which Mingyu gathered were very sensitive based on the visible way he reacted to each brush of them.

Yeah, Soonyoung had never been hotter. Mingyu couldn’t believe this was real life. There was a stream of pathetic whimpers falling from his lips, and Mingyu wanted to kiss him so badly. He forced himself to stay where he was, to savor every last bit of this before it ended.

His dick gave a desperate pulse, basking in the warmth engulfing it and still begging for more. Mingyu ignored it, watching in awe as Minghao began to rub soothing circles over Soonyoung’s bladder, coaxing the last of it out of him as his stream tapered off. Mingyu let his own hand come to rest there too, just to feel the contractions of Soonyoung’s poor, tired muscles beneath his scorching skin.

What he felt in this moment was akin to reverence. He wanted to worship Soonyoung for this, and Minghao for enabling it. He wanted to get his hands or his mouth on both of them and never let them breathe again.

Soonyoung’s pants were glistening and clinging to his legs, but there was no more piss actively coming out of him. Mingyu pressed a hand tentatively against his crotch, still hot, so enticing.

Soonyoung groaned, and his dick was certainly stirring now. He stared down at himself with his mouth hanging open as Mingyu cupped his hand more firmly around it.

Mingyu grew bolder, gave him a squeeze. His cock responded by hardening as if it had a mind of its own. Mingyu wanted to release it from its confines and have his fun with it. At the same time, he wanted to keep staring at the glorious stain on Soonyoung’s sweatpants. He wanted to see him in just his underwear. He wanted to see him naked. He wanted everything.

He was growing frantic, hips twitching urgently, brain locked in on Soonyoung’s cock and Soonyoung’s cock only.

“Patience, baby.” Minghao’s voice interrupted him, sending shivers down his spine. “I thought I told you not to get greedy.”

“Sorry,” Mingyu said, swallowing around his thudding heart.

“I don’t think you are. I know you, little piss slut. But if you’re that desperate for it,” Minghao hummed, running an index finger along the sodden inseam of Soonyoung’s thigh, “Maybe Soonyoungie should give you what you want.”

Goosebumps broke out all across Mingyu’s skin, despite how hot he was still feeling.

“Move up,” Minghao commanded Soonyoung. “Scoot up and sit on his face.”

Soonyoung’s eyes widened almost comically, and Mingyu swore his cheeks went even redder, if that was possible. He felt his own face heat up again when Soonyoung made eye contact with him, a silent question in the raise of his eyebrows.

Mingyu shook himself, nodded. And then Minghao was nudging Soonyoung forward, and then Soonyoung was hovering above Mingyu’s face and Mingyu propped himself up on his elbows to shove it into his crotch.

Okay, so maybe he was a little piss slut. Or just a freak. But this was unreasonably sexy – how heavy the wet material felt against him, the faint smell, the heat radiating off Soonyoung’s body even as his piss was cooling. Mingyu nuzzled his nose against Soonyoung’s steadily stiffening dick, relishing in the way it strained against the material.

“Lick it,” Minghao said, voice cold and disdainful. “I know you want to.” He leaned in close to Soonyoung’s ear for the next part. “He’s been thinking about your cock for weeks, you know.”

Mingyu’s cheeks burned, but he did as Minghao said without stopping to think too hard about it. It was easier just to do as Minghao said. He knew Mingyu’s pleasure best.

It didn’t taste like much, diluted as it was from all the water Soonyoung had been drinking. Probably for the best. Mingyu only licked at his crotch twice before Minghao was ordering Soonyoung to take his pants down.

He rolled off Mingyu awkwardly to do so, shimmying first out of his sweatpants and tossing them aside. When he grabbed at the waistband of his briefs next, Mingyu reached out a hand to stop him.

“Leave them on? Please?”

He saw the glint in Minghao’s eye, the sly quirk in his brow, but he nodded, motioning for Soonyoung to get back into position. Then he reached out himself to slide Soonyoung’s gorgeously stained, nearly translucent briefs down to his knees. His dick was just as beautifully sculpted as the rest of him. Mingyu surged forward, curled one hand into the underwear while the other grabbed for Soonyoung’s hip, pulling him down so he could wrap his mouth around it.

Salty, warm, throbbing. On either side of Mingyu’s head, Soonyoung’s thighs trembled. If Minghao weren’t holding onto him, surely he would have fallen already.

After a couple of minutes of Mingyu greedily sucking him, he did. Fall forward, that was, onto his hands. There had been a consistent stream of grunts leaving his lips, but now he cried out, and when Mingyu laid back and opened his eyes, he realized it was because Minghao had begun to finger him. Mingyu hadn’t even heard him getting the lube.

“Good?” Minghao breathed, and Soonyoung nodded frantically, moaning again. Mingyu couldn’t see Minghao’s fingers, but he could certainly see the effect they were having, the way Soonyoung arched and panted and damn near blubbered.

“Keep going, Mingyu,” Minghao said, and who was Mingyu to deny him? As much as he wanted to watch this glorious show he had a front row seat to, he already missed having Soonyoung in his mouth. So he swallowed him down again.

It was difficult to keep a steady rhythm with the sporadic way Soonyoung’s hips kept stuttering, but it didn’t seem like Soonyoung needed that. It didn’t take long at all for him to come right onto Mingyu’s waiting tongue.

Mingyu kept sucking passionately until he was certain he’d wrung him dry, then licked one more big stripe up his shaft and over his tip to make sure he got everything, and finally collapsed back against the pillows, winded.

He and Soonyoung made eye contact for a brief second, and he grinned, but Soonyoung didn’t look capable of it, face still contorting as Minghao continued stretching him open.

His whimpers sounded like sobs at this point, and upon closer inspection, there were fresh tears clinging to his lower lashes.

“Hao – too much, I –”

“You’re doing so well, baby. I’ll give you a break in a second.”

Soonyoung scrunched his face up even tighter, breath coming in short, irregular bursts. Mingyu moved the hand he’d had on his hip around to his ass cheek, loving the way his muscles were tensing, but he removed the other from his underwear now in order to bring it to his mouth so he could stifle his groans into it.

He ached to touch himself, but he knew Minghao would have other plans for him. He could feel his dick leaking precome tirelessly.

“Alright,” Minghao said. “I’ll let you recharge a little bit, but you can help me get Mingyu ready, what do you say?”

Soonyoung exhaled another shaky sob, but let Minghao pull him off Mingyu. He sagged against the wall.

Minghao crawled forward to press his mouth to Mingyu’s. When he pulled back he said, “You taste like piss,” and grinned. Then he slid Mingyu’s pants and underwear – both wet, both mostly cold by now – down his legs and off him, and beckoned for him to sit up.

Mingyu noted that, at some point, Minghao had taken off all of his own clothes except for his underwear, his dick making a very obvious imprint against it, the tiniest patch of precome forming a dark circle at its tip.

Minghao nudged Mingyu down the bed a bit to settle behind him, then pulled Mingyu back down so he was nestled between his legs, laying back against his bare torso. Minghao’s erection dug into his lower back and he spread his legs instinctually, hips angled upward so his ass was accessible.

“Go on,” Minghao prompted Soonyoung, who was still catching his breath, though he had finally slid his underwear the rest of the way off. Mingyu couldn’t quite find it within himself to be disappointed, not when Soonyoung looked like that naked. Any luck and this wouldn’t be the last time he’d get to see him make a mess of himself, anyway.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened as his gaze flitted from Minghao’s face to Mingyu’s, then down to Mingyu’s ass, then back up again.

He reached for the lube and slowly spread some across his fingers, and then he crawled between Mingyu’s legs and brought a first finger to his rim, watching it closely. His other hand dug into the thick flesh of Mingyu’s thigh. Mingyu had to remind himself to relax into it and breathe when Soonyoung pushed the finger in. The first intrusion was always the most difficult to get used to, but as Soonyoung began to cautiously work his finger deeper and deeper in in small back-and-forth motions, it got easier.

Minghao had one hand petting his hair and the other drawing light circles across the skin of his torso, stopping to toy with his nipples and squeeze his pecs every so often. Mingyu felt himself automatically arching in response; he was so pent up, and every touch felt amazing, and there were so many hands on him. Soonyoung’s stunning body and face to look at, sweat-damp and undone with pleasure, eyes still red, hair unkempt. Minghao beneath him, the hardness of his cock; the familiarity of his big, deft hands; the comforting, sweet smell of him. His voice purring softly and muttering words of encouragement that shot straight down Mingyu’s spine.

By the time Soonyoung added the second finger, Mingyu began to worry about how long he was going to last. But he was determined. He was pretty sure Minghao still had plans for him.

It had been surprisingly easy to melt into Soonyoung’s touch by now. Maybe it was Minghao still helping ease him through it. Or maybe it was the fact that it was Soonyoung. This was different from any threesome they’d had before. So much better already, and not just because of the piss, but because it was Soonyoung. One of their best friends. The familiarity was already there; now that they’d had a little time to get used to the situation, it felt much more natural than with some stranger.

Mingyu was no longer embarrassed to make eye contact with him; it only enhanced his pleasure – which might be counterproductive when he was trying to hold off on coming, but he was intent on savoring every second to the max. Soonyoung looked so fucking pretty messy – all flushed, tearstained cheeks and the small O-shape of his mouth and his unreal abs flexing. Mingyu wouldn’t get the image of him soaking himself out of his mind for a very long time, but he was just as glorious like this.

Mingyu dug his nails into Minghao’s thighs out of reflex, and Minghao leaned forward to suck a sharp bite into his shoulder in retaliation.

“He making you feel good, baby?”

Mingyu managed only to whimper a response.

“Baby.” Stern, gritty. “Use your words.”

Mingyu mustered up all his coherency to bring out, “Good. Yes, so good.”

His dick was twitching where it lay against his abdomen, dribbling a small puddle of precome onto his skin that glistened in the soft lighting. Soonyoung was three fingers in now, scissoring them back and forth at a steady pace. His bicep was bulging with the effort of it. Mingyu bit his lip so hard he broke skin.

“That’s enough, then,” Minghao said, and Soonyoung stilled instantly. Minghao brought his mouth right next to Mingyu’s ear now to say, in a gravelly voice, “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. And our sweet hyung is going to watch me. How does that sound?”

Mingyu moaned. The sound was embarrassingly loud. Whatever you want, he wanted to say, but his mouth refused to follow orders.

Only his body needed to, though. Or rather it just needed to let things be done to it. Minghao slid out from under him and Mingyu flopped against the pillows once more, and then Minghao was guiding Soonyoung to lay down beside him so he could take over between Mingyu’s legs once he’d discarded his underwear.

Soonyoung landed on the mattress beside Mingyu with a breathless giggle, and they made eye contact for a second. It sent an electric shock all the way through Mingyu, from the crown of his head to his toes. He didn’t think about it when he craned his neck to meet Soonyoung in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth and spit running down chins, and only when they parted did his stomach swoop – but Minghao was only watching them with a thin smile on his lips as he stretched a condom over his cock, which stood proud against his taut belly.

Fuck, he was stunning. How did Mingyu ever get so lucky? Minghao’s hair hung in shaggy strands down to his shoulders and his eyes twinkled and his nostrils flared as he stretched the rubber over his shaft, and then he was grabbing Mingyu by the backs of his thighs and sliding him down the bed just a little so he could position himself on top of him. He propped himself up with one hand and used the other to line himself up with Mingyu’s rim, and moments later he was sliding home like he had so many times before, and a string of incoherent noises tumbled past Mingyu’s lips as his stomach tensed up with it.

He could feel Soonyoung’s eyes on him, on them, as Minghao began building a stable rhythm. It felt like it enhanced every sensation tenfold. Just the knowledge of someone – of Soonyoung – seeing it, up close and personal. He remembered for a moment that Soonyoung had watched them before, and wondered how it must feel to him now to be right up in the action.

“You – like – this?” Minghao asked him in between thrusts, panting, as if he’d been reading Mingyu’s mind. “You – like – this – better?”

He stilled his hips for a moment to lean in Soonyoung’s direction, just to brush his lips again and then pull away cruelly. Mingyu watched entranced as Soonyoung whined loudly, eyes brimming with tears still – or again. He was writhing against the sheets and hard again, one of his hands reaching down to tug at his dick when Minghao stopped him with a derisive tutting noise.

“Ah – ah, Soonyoungie-hyung, no. Voyeurs don’t get to get off that easy. You’ve had your turn already. No touching.”

Soonyoung’s face crumpled. Mingyu wanted to kiss him until he couldn’t see straight.

“You can help me out, though,” Minghao went on. “Kiss his neck. This spot right here,” Minghao said, bringing a finger to the juncture between Mingyu’s neck and shoulder, already making him shudder, “drives him particularly crazy. You can twist a hand into his hair too, tug on it a little. He likes that. Scratch him, if you want. Go crazy.”

Soonyoung complied instantly, and Mingyu had half a mind to be jealous of just how willing he was to bend to Minghao’s wishes, if he weren’t enjoying himself so immensely. All coherent thought left him again anyway as soon as Minghao resumed thrusting, while Soonyoung lavished the rest of him with attention.

He did as Minghao had suggested, beginning with kisses and progressing to more aggressive sucking and biting along Mingyu’s neck and shoulder, then scratching at his scalp, pulling on his hair, raking his nails down Mingyu’s arm as he nipped at his jaw. In between, he came up for brief, breathless, wet kisses to Mingyu’s lips, then showered his pecs and nipples with them instead. Mingyu was a shaking mess, his thighs feeling like they were about to quiver apart where he had them wrapped around Minghao’s hip bones, the sharp jut of them digging into his skin.

Minghao’s fingers were still clinging to Mingyu’s thighs, holding him up as he snapped his hips against him again and again. Faster, faster, faster.

He was panting. Sweat was dripping off his face and landing on Mingyu. Soonyoung was still all over him, and to Mingyu’s dismay or delight – he couldn’t quite tell which – Minghao paused for another moment just to grab Soonyoung’s wrist and guide his hand onto Mingyu’s cock.

As soon as Minghao quickened his pace again, it became clear to Mingyu that he wouldn’t have long left – not with Soonyoung stroking his shaft in addition to Minghao pounding relentlessly into that achingly tender spot inside of him he always knew just where to find.

It was too much. He didn’t even know where to look. He was about to explode. All he could do was close his eyes and let it happen.

His haphazard moans apexed into one loud, embarrassingly reedy cry as his entire body tensed up, and then he was shooting ropes of thick, hot come onto his own stomach and all over Soonyoung’s hand, blood rushing so loud in his ears he just barely registered the splattering sound it made. Minghao was grunting too, softly, the way he always did. Soonyoung was louder, fully-voiced Ah-ah-ahs right next to Mingyu’s ear, then muffled into his skin.

When he blinked his eyes open again, he found Soonyoung still writhing against the sheets, but still following Minghao’s command valiantly. His cock was so red it looked angry, probably still not fully recovered from its first round and already dying to come again.

Minghao was easily the most composed of the three, though even he was a mess at this point. But he hadn’t come yet. And his hips had slowed to a stop now.

“Hyung,” he breathed, and Soonyoung whimpered up at him.

“My turn?” He was nearly giddy.

“Still haven’t had enough? You take what you want and still have the gall to ask for more? Is that it?”

Soonyoung offered only a sheepish grin.

Mingyu was already melting into the mattress, body going entirely slack. He wasn’t sure he'd be able to move if Minghao asked him to, so it was a good thing Minghao didn't. He just pulled out carefully and then scooted down a bit so he could guide Soonyoung onto all fours, hovering over Mingyu again.

“If you insist,” Minghao growled, putting his hands on Soonyoung’s hips. There was no fanfare. Minghao must be getting desperate to come too. He pressed into Soonyoung immediately. Mingyu fought to keep his eyes open as wide as he could; they were threatening to close on him, just as heavy as the rest of his body, but he was not going to miss this.

He was not going to miss the way Soonyoung’s eyes fluttered as Minghao pushed inside him; was not going to miss the way his back arched so obscenely and his head lolled back, throat gleaming with sweat. Was not going to miss the way he keened or the pink of his cheeks or the way he was already tearing up again. Was not going to miss the little string of drool that hung from his parted lips. Mingyu lifted a heavy hand to wipe at it, and Soonyoung locked eyes with him, but Mingyu wasn’t sure he was seeing him. He looked so fucked out already, and Minghao had barely even moved.

As he began to speed up his thrusting, the whole bed rocked in time with it. Mingyu felt like he was floating on a cloud made of bliss. His beautiful boyfriend fucking his beautiful friend who’d just pissed himself all over him. Was he dreaming? Did it matter? He found the strength to prop himself up on his elbows just long enough to shove his tongue into Soonyoung’s mouth and drink down some of the noises he was making before he collapsed back again.

Soonyoung’s head lolled forward immediately, but Minghao grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him up again.

Mingyu could no longer tell if Soonyoung was moaning or just full-on sobbing. The noises every smack of Minghao’s hips against his ass elicited were nothing short of wretched. Tears dripped down from his cheeks onto Mingyu’s chest. Mingyu reached out to caress his abs, the defined ridges of them, the way they tensed and untensed beneath his palm, then reached down to his cock.

He made eye contact with Minghao for a moment, and Minghao nodded in jerky little motions, lip bit to keep his noises in, though a few slipped past anyway, high-pitched and airy. He looked like he was close to coming apart himself – sweat sliding down his face, hair sticking at his temples, cheeks red with exertion, nostrils flaring, the veins in his arms protruding starkly as he kept his hips going.

Mingyu took Soonyoung’s cock in his hands and gave it good long stroke from tip to base. Soonyoung arched again, let out a strangled Ah-sound, and Mingyu took it as a cue to keep going. Now that he was regaining a little bit of energy, he managed to build a rhythm, though he did still feel shrouded in that faraway, fuzzy post-orgasm bliss. But he could cut through the haze just enough to keep working at Soonyoung, who looked like he was trying to find words, but couldn’t quite manage, each syllable he tried to speak being swallowed by a moan instead.

Mingyu figured he was probably trying to warn them he was about to come, but it was obvious in the way his body tensed and the way he squeezed his eyes shut. A moment later, it happened. His come shot out of him to join the drying mess on Mingyu’s stomach, and the warmth of it was so sudden and pleasant that Mingyu actually let out a gleeful little chuckle.

He didn’t think to be embarrassed, and Soonyoung was too busy riding out his wave to notice anyway, but Mingyu did catch Minghao grinning.

And then, a moment later, Minghao was groaning the way he always did when he came, with one big final rut into Soonyoung, then holding onto him tightly as his orgasm juddered through his lean frame.

Afterwards, silence save for their panting, and the muffled grunt that whooshed out of Soonyoung when he slumped forward on top of Mingyu. Mingyu wrapped his arms around his waist loosely and let him breathe against his neck. Over his head, he watched Minghao slowly pull out and get rid of his condom before he threw himself down beside them, pressing a couple of languid kisses to Mingyu’s shoulder and cheek, and then the top of Soonyoung’s head.

Then, stillness for a good few minutes, until eventually Soonyoung pushed himself up to hover over the other two. He took a long look at them, and then he burst out laughing. His reddened eyes folded into gleeful crescents, tear-tacky lashes sticking together as his nose scrunched up happily.

Mingyu was so overcome with affection he was certain it’d have knocked him off his feet if he’d been standing. Minghao took his hand, intertwined their fingers and squeezed.

“It’s cold,” Soonyoung said when he’d regained his composure. “The bed is wet.”

Mingyu giggled himself now. “Yeah, that happens.”

“What do you think, Soonyoungie?” Minghao hummed. “Did you learn your lesson? Do you know now not to spy on people that are kind enough to let you stay with them?”

Soonyoung grinned, a devious thing, and drew out a, “Hmmmmm,” followed by, “I’m not so sure.”

“Brat,” Minghao sighed lovingly. “Maybe we’ll have to humiliate you again. Or maybe I’ll have to humiliate both of you. Mingyu was way too into it.”

Mingyu found himself beaming, but Soonyoung’s face suddenly grew very earnest, lips pulled into a pout and eyes severe as he said, “Maybe.”

Minghao reached across Mingyu to pinch Soonyoung’s cheek, then said, “Alright, you two go get in the shower. Clean your filthy bodies.” He giggled, light and melodic. “I’ll deal with the sheets and then come wash up too.”

“You’re the best,” Soonyoung said.

“Buttering me up won’t make me go easier on you next time.”

“Poor me,” Soonyoung sighed, then dove back down to kiss him. Mingyu threw his arms around both of them and squeezed with all the strength he was able to muster. It wasn’t much, but they provided no resistance.

Then, reluctantly, they began to peel themselves off the sticky bed.

In the shower, Mingyu kissed Soonyoung against the wall, craning his head down and angling Soonyoung’s face up by the chin so their lips could meet. He loved how boneless Soonyoung felt against him, could only imagine how exhausted his body must be after everything.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled against Soonyoung’s lips, and Soonyoung kissed him again, smiling into it.

By the time Minghao joined them, they hadn’t made much progress on actually getting clean, but he helped them wash their hair and bodies, lavishing them with care and gentle, soothing touches.

Afterwards, toweled dry and smelling of the floral body wash Minghao liked, they moved out to the sofa. Minghao spread out on it, and Mingyu and Soonyoung curled into either side of him, throwing their limbs across him where they tangled together and snuggling up under the fuzzy blanket he pulled up over the three of them.

It was warm. It was perfect.

“My good boys,” Minghao mumbled, and Mingyu damn near preened with the praise. Soonyoung’s eyes were sparkling when he met them, and then Mingyu’s own fluttered shut as he succumbed to the relaxation.

-

By the time their friends came over the next afternoon, the sheets were back on the bed, all their clothes were washed, and for all intents and purposes it appeared as if nothing had ever happened. If you ignored the marks on Mingyu’s body, that was – the bruises on his neck and the scratches down his arm, though if anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything.

The only other sign that anything had happened at all was the closeness between the three of them, so palpable that they couldn’t even attempt to hide it. Not that they wanted to.

When Mingyu went to the kitchen to refill one of the snack bowls or grab a drink for someone and came back to find Soonyoung poking and pinching at Minghao’s face or ruffling his hair fervently, or Minghao with an arm slung around his shoulders, pulling him in close to his side, he felt no desire to suppress the joy that bubbled up inside him. Instead he threw his legs across them or shoved his feet in their faces until they gave him attention, too, rolling their eyes but barely concealing their fondness when they looked at him.

“What the hell happened to you three?” Jeonghan burst out eventually. To his credit, he’d made it a full three rounds of Mario Kart before he’d asked, but once he had, the rest of them chimed in.

“Yeah, why is Soonyoung-hyung so happy?” Seungkwan. “Not that that’s a bad thing. At all.” He pulled Hansol in a little closer to his chest as he side-eyed them, but he was smiling.

“Is this what they call domestic bliss?” Seungcheol mused. “I wouldn’t know, cause I’ve never experienced it.” He held his arms up to brace for the blow Jeonghan threw at him before he’d even finished the sentence.

Mingyu didn’t say a word. Neither did Minghao or Soonyoung, the latter grabbing one of the controllers from Seungkwan’s hand now.

After he’d taken his turn playing as Bowser Junior and losing miserably to Hansol’s Luigi and the cup had ended, Hansol spoke up.

“Seriously, though, you guys seem to be doing good here. It’s working out, then? The living situation?”

“Oh, yeah,” Minghao said jauntily. “We have a lot of fun.”

Mingyu snickered into the back of his hand and ignored the suspicious look Jeonghan shot him.

“I would say I’m sorry you have to put up with these two,” Jeonghan said, snatching the controller from Hansol now. “But maybe they have it worse than you do.”

“I am still looking for a place,” Soonyoung said. “I don’t want to get on their nerves forever. Also, hey!”

“Hope you find one soon, hyung,” Seungkwan said. “I agree with Jeonghan-hyung, those two are sickening, it must be kind of a nightmare being around them twenty-four seven.”

“I resent that!” Mingyu exclaimed.

Soonyoung patted his knee, turned back to the others and smiled a wide, toothy smile before speaking again.

“Well, you know what they say. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or whatever.”

Mingyu snorted out a laugh, and Minghao clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle it, though he was having a hard time keeping a straight face himself. Soonyoung didn’t even bother to try.

The adrenaline and pure joy that shot through Mingyu was absolutely delicious, and the way all of his friends were frowning at him now was something he would always relish, right alongside – okay, maybe a tier below – the memory of Soonyoung pissing himself all over him.

Soon to be recreated, hopefully.