Primal Paradise || Hongseok/Reader/Changgu (M)
➣ I’ve been so scared lately. This isn’t what I planned on writing. Title from the song “The End of the World”. 14.1k words.
➣ Hongseok/Reader/Changgu | Smut warnings include: lots of background(?) phone sex bcs the boys work for a sex hotline, sort of exhibitionism if you squint??, threesomes, pegging, blowjobs, hairpulling, rimming, orgasm delay/denial, throatfucking, orgasming untouched, multiple orgasms, fingering, premature ejaculation, and minor degradation. Brief (but deep?) discussions on polyamory, the fear of an unknown future, domme’s, and a vaguely described past abusive relationship. Also features a happy ending bcs even if real life is awful this is fiction for a reason.
❥ “But Changgu was pretty and he laughed genuinely and smiled warmly and you and Hongseok had both stepped off the cliff hand in hand before even realizing you were at the precipice.”
To be completely honest, having a boyfriend who also worked as a sex hotline operator wasn’t all that strange under some circumstances.
Having two boyfriends, both of which had the exact same questionable job – that was strange.
It's not like Hongseok had ever planned to do something like that, though – you weren’t sure many people planned to do that kind of job, honestly. When he’d brought up the idea it had initially been a joke, the two of you commiserating over how broke college had left you and how hard it was trying to find a part-time (or full time) job that matched your schedules.
When you’d given him the okay the two of you had been tentative with it, afraid it would have put a strain on your relationship or would have just been too weird.
The reality of it was that.. nothing really changed. He was still your loving, doting (and sometimes overbearing) boyfriend who now also went by a fake name and moaned exaggeratedly for other people’s enjoyment.
And now – he did it less often now, but considering the difficulty of finding a job after completing a degree he’d decided to keep on with it until he was hired somewhere since it was easy money. You knew it bothered him that he wasn’t employed with a job he could actually tell people about, but there wasn’t much more he could do than continue to submit resumes and go to interviews. It was tough getting hired when every place wanted you to have previous work experience as a new worker.
The amount of money he could make sometimes was also honestly pretty ridiculous – considering it charged people by the minute, he’d grown extremely adept at finding ways to draw the calls out or to keep people on the line for longer.
Changgu had also gotten pretty skilled at it – neither one of you had kept it from him, telling him outright from the get-go what Hongseok was doing to make ends meet considering he was being welcomed into your lives. He’d just blinked, tilted his head, and pressed for details and that had been it. (Well, that had been it until Changgu came up to the two of you one day saying he had started doing it too.)
When Changgu had followed in his footsteps you two were both understandably worried, but he had reassured you in that gentle way of his and the two of you had believed him because he would never lie to you. If he thought he could separate himself from fake sex through a phone and the grasping fingers of his past then all you two could do was support him.
Changgu didn't talk about it often, but he didn't have to - there were flashes of it in his eyes, learned behavior he hadn't completely unlearned yet. Sometimes his breath would hitch whenever Hongseok would grab him by the waist, and Hongseok would let go immediately, apology crowding his tongue but never quite making it out of his mouth. Changgu hated talking about it more than he cared about an apology.
There were other times where he'd grab Hongseok's hands and place them on his waist himself, like he was desperate to write over the past story he felt was mapped out on his skin.
Either situation left one of them uncomfortable.
It wasn't like it was any better with you, though - you were still forming your relationship with Changgu, not having a basis for one like Hongseok had already had. Sometimes Changgu just got this faraway look in his eyes when it was just the two of you, like he was living out something from some other time.
Sometimes he wanted to be touched during and sometimes he didn't. You never asked - it wasn't your place to ask, wasn't your place to force answers just because you were curious. Your place was simply at his side, arms open if he wanted them.
Hongseok and your combined place was simply to be there to support him in whatever way he needed. It was slow going at times – recovery was never a straight path, even moreso when entangled with two new lives – but none of you paid any attention to the amount of time. Loving Changgu and wanting the best for him wasn’t something that had a set deadline, so there was no need to count the days.
You’re never really around Changgu when he works, his hours random and interspersed between his classes, but more often than not you are around Hongseok – your free hours matched up too well for it not to happen. And, to be honest, you don’t really find the sounds Hongseok made when he was working to be particularly arousing or interesting – you figure that would be different if you didn’t know what he actually sounded like when he was getting fucked, but you did, so whenever he accepts a call with you in the same room, moaning huskily into his phone, you meet his gaze and share an eyeroll with him. There’s always a faint smile lingering on his lips when he says “yeah, your cock feels so good inside me” that makes it sound a bit lighter than a line like that should probably have been.
Currently Hongseok was situated on your shared bed, reclining against the pillows as he accepts a call from one of his customers. You’re across the room with your laptop perched on your knees, mindlessly browsing the internet for a new bed – the queen sized one was fine for you and Hongseok, but with Changgu it was usually a case of everyone being squished together as close as possible.
Which wasn’t… awful, but you’d also like to be able to stretch your legs out in your own bed without kicking one of your boyfriends.
But searching for beds was also fairly boring, especially considering you’d bookmarked a few for the boys to look at later and had transitioned to looking at things you could never afford. And while that was incredibly depressing, Hongseok’s “moans” had begun to filter through your own earbuds and it was annoying you in a way only fake moans could. It was also giving you inspiration for something else you could do instead of looking through items that were consistently being priced higher and higher.
Hongseok doesn’t look up when you abruptly snap your computer shut, but he glances at you once when he sees you stand up and then does a double take when you move to stand beside the bed. He gives you a look that clearly says “I love you but what the fuck are you doing” as you crawl onto the bed next to him, not missing a single beat as you settle against his side while he murmurs something in a husky voice into the microphone in a tone that you know grates against his throat.
This wasn’t something the two of you had talked about before – you watch closely for any sign of discomfort, but Hongseok merely looks curious. When you don’t do anything for a few more moments he shifts around impatiently, amusingly akin to a child throwing a silent tantrum. He didn’t like to be ignored.
Hongseok could really be so spoiled, and yet you still find yourself giving in like you do most times.
There are two very big differences between Hongseok in real life and the way he acted when he was faking an orgasm for whoever was on the other line – the first is that he is nowhere near as good at dirty talk when he actually has any modicum of attention on him. When he was just acting he could say the filthiest things and make them sound innocent with that sweet tone his voice had.
Your fingers are only lightly tracing along his neck and he’s already faltering, tripping over words and trying to cover them up with improvisation. It’s downright adorable how easily he falls apart.
“Mmn – yeah daddy, you know I love the taste of your cock, always want to be on my knees for you.” You suppress an eye-roll at the line, knowing that whoever was listening to him was probably eating it all up regardless of however cringey it sounded to you.
And maybe it only sounded off to you since you knew it was an act, but that wasn’t really something you cared to dwell on. The more interesting thing here was Hongseok and the way he was watching you closely, a tenseness to his body that you can see even though he was still relaxed in the same position as before. When you tug at the hem of his shirt he gets the message, yanking the earbuds out of his ears to tug it over his head before replacing them. You were sure he didn’t care about the missed instructions or whatever the fuck the guy on the other line was saying to him.
Hongseok moans high and long when you swipe the flat of your tongue over one nipple, one of his hands frantically curling into the sleeve of your shirt – his gaze is unfocused when he opens his eyes again, breath coming in quick little pants that catch in the back of his throat. You’ve barely done anything and he’s already so worked up. Something about this must have really gotten to him.
“I just need you so badly right now.” You’re not sure if he’s talking in character or to you directly – you have a feeling it’s a bit of both, though he’s making a valiant effort to relate it back to whoever’s on the line with him. “I know you said you were going to fuck my throat but I can’t wait anymore, I need you inside me now, please.”
You want to kiss him, know he probably wants you to kiss him too, so you settle for leaving open-mouthed kisses along his upper chest with hints of teeth and tongue until he is physically trembling, body jerking towards you whenever you focus briefly on one of his nipples. The hand that had been tangled in your clothes has moved to your shoulder, and you can feel it tense every now and then, like he gets the urge to grab you and force you somewhere before he tamps down on it.
He could be so good for you sometimes.
The sounds he’s making now are breathier than they were initially, less dramatic and full – he sounds needier like this somehow, even though half his act before was supposed to be him begging for the dick of whoever was listening to him.
More accurately, he now sounds messy and flustered, and it’s a sound you fucking adore.
“Please stop teasing me –“ You can hear him say this when you slip off the bed – you have no idea who it’s aimed at – and then he makes a discouraged whine that starts off high and dips lower towards the end, like he remembered he was faking it for the customer and not being authentic for you. By the time you get back with the strap and lube you can see from the way his brow has furrowed that whoever the customer was had begun scolding him for something. Even for you he never took scolding well.
“Of course I wanna be good for you daddy, it’s just –” He chokes when you grab the waistband of both his sweats and briefs and drag them down his body in one move, making sure the elastic presses against his cock just long enough to let him know it was intentional. “Just wanna be your play-thing. Want your hands on me. I get impatient because I love it so much.” He says it softly, vulnerable, and you snap your gaze up to connect with his, wanting him to know you heard. Wanting him to know you understood the underlying message he was sending.
His eyes are dark, the color of liquid arousal bleeding into their depths, the intensity strong as he watches you closely. When he hears the cap to the lube being clicked open he lets his head drop back to the pillow, almost like he’s been conditioned by that sound alone.
Hongseok’s breath escapes him in a shaky sigh as you open him up, small moans getting punched out of his lungs each time you go deeper or stretch him more. “Y-yeah, I’m here – yeah, it’s just hard to concentrate when I want you so bad..” He’s really doing his best and that makes you smile, nails from your free hand pressing into the soft skin of his inner thigh in some sort of a twisted reward. You can feel the way his muscles jump in response and it just makes you want to make a mess of him.
It only takes a few moments to get the strap in place but by the time you’re ready Hongseok is already impatient again, shifting his hips and attention drifting from his customer. When you lock gazes with him a whimper dies in his throat at your expression.
You can’t fucking wait to ruin him.
“Yeah, just – just like that, fuck..” He’s arched his back towards you, relishing the slight burn as you push in slowly, focused on the feeling of every centimeter sliding inside of him. You let him bask in the feeling until you bottom out, tapping his hip once you do to bring him back to reality before tugging lightly on one of his earbuds to remind him of what he was supposed to be doing. The look he gives you when he opens his eyes is a mixture of crazed desperation, like he can’t quite believe you’re really going to make him continue while also understanding that he had to continue.
And this was the second main difference between real Hongseok and his sexline persona – Hongseok was a master when it came to faking the sound of an orgasm, his naturally higher voice giving way easily to small moans and whines that would increase in pitch until they broke, tension releasing in a shuddering groan with a couple fuck, so good thrown in at the end. In real life though –
“God you fuck me so good, it’s so good, you’re so deep, fuck I love your cock –“ In real life Hongseok was a rambler, like he wanted to get it across to you how good he felt but couldn’t focus long enough to finish any one sentence. It was something you found endearing about him, actually, the way his emotions seemed to spill over during sex, forming together into an array of different words that didn’t link into proper sentences.
He’s surprisingly desperate already – you had thought he was desperate before when you were fingering him, but that has nothing on him now. You’re fucking him deep enough that on every thrust a groan is torn from the center of his chest, short sounds like he couldn’t get enough oxygen between each stroke.
“I’m getting close babe, fuck, please don’t fucking stop, you feel so good –“ He’s continued his rambling praise but this time you can tell he’s speaking directly to you. Pet-names like ‘babe’ were something he strictly stayed away from when he worked, claiming they were something he only wanted to call you and Changgu. You reward him for the sweet slip of the tongue with a few brief strokes from your fingers against the length of his cock, smoothing up the underside to press it more firmly against his lower stomach. The sound he makes in response is a type of startled grunt that gets lodged in his chest, breaking its way through his throat and cracking his voice on his next moan.
You want to try to mouth or whisper some type of response back to him but he’s not even looking at you, head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut. The expanse of his neck is so clearly shown off, unmarred – you make a mental note to get either you or Changgu to change that later – and the urge to press your palm against his pulse-point is so overwhelming that you just barely restrain yourself.
Instead your tap his hip once again, watch the way he forces himself to become more present in the moment. It’s a beautiful sight, how he sucks in a breath to steady himself, the way he furrows his brow and catches his bottom lip between his teeth until it goes white. When you give a particularly hard thrust he releases it with a gasp and you watch color rush back, his lips redder now than they had been before.
You’re so focused on how beautiful your boyfriend looks that you’ve completely tuned out everything he’s been saying – you catch the tail-end of some whispered plea that sounds less like the things you’ve heard him say while working and more like the things he says whenever Changgu decides he wants to be in control.
“Beautiful boy. So perfect for me.” You risk speaking, keeping to a soft whisper – it’s obvious he hears you clearly, gaze snapping to you with all the urgency as if you’d struck him. The smile it brings to your face is almost painful in its intensity, filled with tenderness and love for the man spread out beneath you.
All you want to do is fuck him hard, make him feel good.
“Yeah, yeah please, want you to cum, give it to me –“ His fingers where he’s holding the microphone part of the earbuds are shaking, his other hand curled into the sheets tight. Hongseok’s eyes are lidded as he stares at you – you could tell he was only vaguely aware of what he was saying anymore, doing his best to continue doing his job for whoever his customer was despite the fact that he couldn’t string two coherent sentences together.
“God I’m so – fuck fuck fuck –“ He yanks the earbuds from his ears in one move, frantically thumbing the ‘end call’ button as his back arches towards you, ankles wrapping around your waist.
“You going to cum all over yourself for me, baby?” Even though the call has ended you keep your voice quiet and low, hands still on his hips. Hongseok’s cock hits his stomach with each hard thrust you give and a rather impressive puddle of sticky pre-cum has gathered on his skin, smeared from the movements.
“Fuck, yes, I’m so –“ You watch him tip his head back, the harsh bob of his throat when he swallows, the way sweat drips down his beautifully tanned skin and pastes the tips of his hair together. His eyes are shut tight, expression drawn and pinched, almost like he was pleading to be pushed over the edge. Your hips were sore but nothing would ever stop you from going until you saw that expression. “I’m gonna – fuck – I’m gonna cum, please –“
And he does cum, untouched and beautiful, spilling over his stomach and staining it white. His gasps are high pitched and desperate, like he can’t quite get enough oxygen, and the words ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you so much’ become blurred together, a personal mantra that only tapers off when his back finally hits the mattress again and your thumbs dip into his hip bones hard, rubbing to soothe some of the tension away.
You watch him for a few moments after, the way his chest heaves with each breath he fights to take, the way he’s squeezed his eyes shut tight with his lashes fluttering against tender skin, the way his brow is still furrowed like he’s ready to beg for more. He is absolutely beautiful, and you feel momentarily awe-struck that you were allowed to see him like this, that you were the reason he was like this.
He comes back to himself in gentle waves, expression smoothing out first, eyes fluttering open after. There’s still a haziness to the darkness of his eyes, like he was perhaps still floating and not totally present in the moment. You press lingering kisses across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes until he’s blinking at you and smiling.
“Shit. Fuck.” Hongseok laughs with a hint of disbelief tinging it, like he wasn’t completely sure the two of you weren’t insane for doing that. “That was so hot.”
“Yeah?” You can’t hide the grin from your voice, duck down to press a kiss to his lips – they open for you instantly, a soft and almost relieved sounding moan coming from the center of his chest at the feeling. He really was a closeted romantic at heart sometimes. “Did you just hang up on the guy?”
“No.” He’s laughing, shifts around beneath you to try and get in a more comfortable position – you can see the top sheet sticking to him from his sweat, the way his brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance at the feeling. “I don’t think so, at least. He sounded like he finished – who cares, anyway? What’re they going to do to me, it’s not my fault our signal is ‘unstable’. Even if they dock my pay I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
The laughter the two of you share is warm, one of his hands sliding underneath your top to curl comfortingly around your lower back as you tauntingly dip your fingertips into the mess coating his skin.
“I didn’t think it’d turn you on so much, honestly.” You admit this with a raised eyebrow, pinching your fingers together just to see the way his cum sticks to them.
“Me either. I thought Changgu was the kinky one.” The two of you share another soft laugh at that, his grip on your waist strong and steadying as you pull out and slowly climb off of him. His skin is a glistening mess and you know that logically he should be exhausted, but he’s propped himself up on his forearms and watches you slip the harness over your hips with eyes that shine with mischief. (With love.)
“Speaking of..” He trails off in a way you’re sure is an attempt at coy, but he’s grinning and it kills the effect entirely. “How do you want me? I’ve been using my mouth all day, do you want your turn now?”
“Later.” You wave him off, stretching – your muscles were sore from fucking him so hard, and while there was a heat simmering deep in your bones you knew it could wait. Even if the thought of Hongseok’s head between your legs and your fingers tight in his hair was incredibly appealing. “Changgu should have something to do when he gets home, right?”
“Something to do?” Hongseok is snickering at you, even as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You barely manage to avoid getting pressed into the mess on his skin. “Someone to do.”
“Oh shut up and clean yourself off, you’re all sticky.”
“And whose fault is that?”
The two of you bicker back and forth in that comfortable way two people can only do if they’ve been together for a while – despite telling him to clean himself you’re the one who drags the cloth over his skin, pretending not to notice the way his smile is incredibly soft and fond as you fuss over him. He’s the one who presses a kiss to your temple when you nestle down next to him after, dark strands of hair feathering across his forehead and falling into his eyes as he does so. It makes the shimmer in his irises overly obvious, the soft curve of his lips from his continuous smiling drawing your attention again and again until you give in and press yours against his own.
This is how Changgu finds the two of you a few hours later when he gets home, cheeks cold and nose reddened from the biting wind – his head hurts and he is beyond stressed, wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms and let Hongseok dote on him as he endeavors to forget all of his college responsibilities for a few hours.
Instead he finds the two of you curled around one another, Hongseok naked and you almost fully clothed, fast asleep – it’s obvious what had happened and he’s surprised at how quickly the sight fills him with warmth, how some of his stress melts away just at the sight of the two of you. Never would he have thought something as simple as this – something as strange as this, seeing that you two had clearly fucked without him – could bring him so much contentment and joy. Something interesting had clearly happened, and he definitely wanted to know every single detail (especially considering he knew today was one of the days Hongseok worked), but all of that could wait.
Changgu doesn’t bother changing clothes, toes off his shoes by the door and drops his bag with the intent to deal with it later. This hadn’t been what he was expecting, but Hongseok makes a soft sound when he feels the bed dip that goes straight to Changgu’s heart and you wake enough that you can sleepily interlace your fingers with his own when he slots himself into your little pile. It’s almost like a place had been specifically left for him, and he doesn’t even bother trying to pretend like that doesn’t make something clench behind his ribcage. It feels a lot like realizing he’d jumped off a cliff ages ago and landed safely in the water below only to be reminded that at any time an undercurrent could pull him down and drown him still.
There’s a different stress building now, a fear that had settled in the first day he’d met Hongseok and had only grown once he met you. He wasn’t in the habit of falling for people who were already taken, and he sure as fuck had never fallen for both people in a relationship before.
As much as he’d wanted it, he had never been more scared that day Hongseok had approached him at the gym, all embarrassed smiles and soft gazes, dark hair falling across his forehead in a way Changgu had done his absolute best to ignore. He hadn’t believed the other boy until you yourself had confirmed it, and to this day there was still some small part of him that was afraid he’d wake up and realize it had all been some big lie.
There were so many ways a relationship like this could go wrong. He was the odd one out, the person who didn’t have any past history with either of you, and as much as he didn’t want to he knew he was falling hard. The two of you made him so unbelievably happy and he was so damn scared of losing that.
“Welcome home, Changgu.” It’s your voice, soft at the edges from sleep – he disentangles his hand from yours to smooth your hair away from your face, heart thumping painfully hard in his chest when you turn to kiss the inside of his wrist.
Hongseok shifts between the two of you, not quite awake but awake enough to curl an arm around Changgu – he finds himself squished up against the elder’s side, a soft “hey baby” mumbled sleepily into his neck from the other boy. It’s hot and a bit uncomfortable, but you interlace your fingers together with his again and he knows he’d never want to be anywhere else.
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(“She’s really sad. I can tell.” He tells the both of you one morning over a light shared breakfast of banchan, courtesy of Hongseok. The three of you should probably eat something more substantial than just side dishes, but a full night of activities meant everyone had overslept. “Her voice is just so.. empty.”
“This is the one that called you and then you just talked to her?” Hongseok asks this between bites of left-over doenjang jjigae from yesterday’s dinner, his foot beneath the table brushing against yours every now and then.
“Yeah. She called again and apologized, and then just hung up. I don’t know why she called in the first place.” Changgu breathes out a soft sigh, and you can see the way Hongseok is watching him. You think it’s similar to the way you’re watching him – Changgu was sweet, easily-swayed by his emotions. The fact that he felt so strongly for some woman who’d called his sex hotline and randomly been connected with him once proves that. “I just hope she’s doing okay.”
You and Hongseok don’t say anything about that – you’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you’re thinking the worst of the situation. A noncommittal hum is all you give to contribute to the conversation, a small barely there smile tugging at the corner of Changgu’s mouth at the sound.
“You know you have to put distance between yourself and clients like that, babe.” Hongseok follows it up by feeding him some sigeumchi namul, holding it out until Changgu is forced to take it with a fond eyeroll.
“Yeah, I know.” There’s still a furrow between his brows as he says so, but when you reach over he automatically curls his fingers around yours, a warm and comforting weight.)
Changgu didn’t tell the two of you he was doing it for the first few weeks – he said it was because he wasn’t totally sure he wasn’t going to just bail on it immediately, and he didn’t want the two of you to think less of him for choosing that way to make money between his studies. (The latter of which was just silly, and the two of you spent a very long time proving to him how much you both loved him and how nothing had changed.)
He was remarkably good at it. Whereas Hongseok had learned to mimic the way people talked in pornos Changgu instead went emotional, getting people to really feel like they were connecting with this faceless man on the other end of the line. You figured it all came down to the fact that they were both natural actors, but Changgu was actively pursuing the career and Hongseok was mostly self-taught.
You weren’t totally sure about it, but you had a feeling that Changgu simply didn’t like to lose out when it came to the minor things he could “compete” with Hongseok on – after he’d forced the two of you to tell him all about what had happened he’d pouted in a not-so-subtle way until you’d sweetly offered doing something similar to him.
That’s why it’s not a surprise when you suddenly climb onto the bed next to him while he’s taking a call – he’s just come back from his weekly “study session” with Yanan, where you’re sure the two best friends had done absolutely nothing productive, so he’s still wearing his jeans and belt and a shirt that clings to his chest in a way you kind of hate simply because it’s hard not to focus on it.
He offers you the tiniest of smiles as he hums a soft “mhm?”, eyes glistening with what you recognize as excitement. You’re not expecting him to do well at this whole multi-tasking thing – while he was naturally better at faking it than Hongseok was, he was absolutely awful when it came to diverting his attention to two things equally.
“Is now okay?” You ask this while reaching for his hip, hesitating until he offers you a warm smile to encourage you to continue until you’re touching him. The fabric of his jeans is rough under your fingertips, thick and unyielding. You like it when he wears stuff like this because he always gets so impatient at the way the fabric doesn’t quite transfer all the sensations being given.
When you push his form-fitted black tee up his chest you make sure to drag your fingernails as you go – he doesn’t verbally respond to it but he arches into your touch, chasing the slight sting as you leave red in your wake. When your hands come back down they naturally go to his hips - his waist is small, tiny even, especially when Hongseok's the one who has his hands there. Even under your hands he seems small and fragile despite the impressive muscle packed onto his lithe frame.
It gives you a confusing mix of an intense desire to protect and an intense desire to break.
You detour briefly to cup him through his pants, getting distracted for probably a bit too long at the way he rolls his hips into your hand in an increasingly desperate way, a whine building in his throat. He may have looked good, but his clothes weren’t exactly conducive to sex.
“Always so dressed up..” You make completely certain that your voice is as quiet as you can make it without it being a whisper, but Changgu’s gaze snaps to you anyway with all the heaviness of an entire building falling on top of you. You’re not sure why it makes you smile the way it does, fingernails making a soft sound against the metal of his belt buckle as you work at undoing it. Just like with his shirt, your nails scrape along his thighs as you drag his jeans and underwear down his legs, smiling fondly at the way he shivers at the feeling.
You’re about to reach for him when you feel his fingers on your own thigh, a question in his eyes as he says something about being on his knees for whoever he was talking to. You honestly weren’t totally sure what he said, a sound similar to white noise taking over your thoughts at the implication of that hand. You’re more inquisitive than excited, nodding slowly before his hand slides under one of the legs of your shorts. It’s an awkward angle and you take pity on him and move to take them off yourself.
It’s not that him doing this to you is rare or anything – even as you watch him through half-lidded eyes he seems sure of what he’s doing, fingertips sliding through wetness with a very certain goal in mind. It’s only a matter of time until your breathing is coming slightly harder, fingers curling tight around his arm.
He groans from the center of his chest at the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers, a pitch he usually tries to keep away from when working – his eyes widen, like he hadn’t totally meant to make that sound, but he doesn’t try to take it back. Your fingers are still clamped tight around his forearm and you take your time letting him go, just because you feel like it, watching with interest as the little crescents you’ve left behind with your fingernails slowly fade.
It only takes the slightest nudge against his hand to get him to do what you want, lifting his fingers to his mouth to lick your essence off of himself. He’s messy when he does this – is always messy when it comes to these things – and you briefly wonder what the customer thinks he’s doing. Changgu’s eyelashes flutter against the tender skin beneath his eyes when he sucks on his own fingers and you realize you’re beginning to not care at all about what the person listening in thought.
“You look so gorgeous, baby.” He squirms at your whisper, and you take a moment to really take all of him in – the flush across his cheeks and upper chest, the pink of his cock that lays in a rather impressive mess of pre-cum. He was always able to get so turned on from the smallest of things, an endearing quality that you still got sort of hung-up on. Knowing you were making him feel good was one of the only things you wanted to do.
“Please..” It’s one of the first things he’s said in a long while, and you figure it’s meant to be to you and not the customer – you were starting to realize that if you two made a habit out of this it would probably end up being really bad for his business. He’s still gazing at you with that wrecked dark gaze, lips more red than pink from how often he’s been biting them.
When you reach for his hand he gives it easily, if not with some confusion – he tips his head back when you wrap his fingers around his cock, your own still laying on top of his. He hasn’t been touched at all until now and you know he has to be desperate.
And yet he’s not moving – all he’s done is lift his head to look at you, muscles in his arm tensing enough that you can see them without really having to look. It’s only vaguely distracting. “You can move your hand, Changgu.”
“I don’t want to.” There’s something about that sentence that bothers you, hurts you in a way that makes your throat feel tight. There’s absolutely no reason to feel that way, especially since you knew he probably didn’t mean much by it.
“What do you want then, sweatheart?” Before your question is even finished he’s maneuvering his hand out from under yours, fingers slick with pre-cum against your skin. His grip on your wrist is tight, and when he tugs it’s strong – you almost topple onto him, catching yourself only at the last moment. You know he wasn’t trying to throw you around, was just over-eager, but you swat at his hip anyway out of principle and he instantly drops his hand back to the bed.
“I’m sor –“ He’s cut-off by your lips crashing into his own, licking into his mouth to steal the apology from his tongue. You really didn’t want him to feel like he had to apologize for being excited. You’re sure his customer can hear him kissing someone else but unlike when you were with Hongseok you can’t find it in yourself to care, especially when you reach down to wrap your hand around him and his mouth drops open. You’re not quite kissing him anymore, simply swallowing up his whimpers that sound just a bit broken.
When you pull away he blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to regain his senses – he’s not even bothering with trying to keep talking anymore, leaving the person on the other line to their own devices. At any rate, you could see the call was still ongoing so when all was said and done Changgu would still be paid per minute.
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna cum soon.” They’re simple sentences spoken in a cracking whine, and the gaze he pins you with is teary and desperate. His lips look slick and you want to kiss him again, bite them. Another time. You thumb the head of his cock and he sobs out a plea, fucking his hips up into your hand, chasing his high like he was half afraid you’d take it away.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby. I wanna watch you.”
And that’s really all it takes – for as desperate and needy as Changgu could get it never really took a lot of effort to get him to cum. He orgasms this time with a chain of moans that gradually climb in pitch, and you watch him tenderly while you continue your hand’s leisurely motions, mostly letting him work through it at his own pace.
That doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh though, sucking a dark mark there as he trembles above you from over-sensitivity.
Changgu’s chest is heaving, and while he’s mostly silent there’s still this quiet little whimper that leaves his throat on every exhale, mouth parted. You can see that his eyes are still shut tight, brow furrowed. That was something he and Hongseok had in common – they had this tendency to look pleading after they came, like everything was just too much but they wanted more of it.
“Tell them goodbye, sweetheart.” Your lips brush his sweaty hairline once you crawl back up the bed, and you’re not totally sure if the person on the other line can definitively hear you or not, but if they can they clearly don’t care considering they hadn’t hung up yet. Changgu makes a soft whine in the back of his throat, still breathing hard.
“Y-yeah – you’ll ask for me again if you call back, right?” You know for a fact that Changgu doesn’t actually care about this random person, he just cares about having another customer, but he’s still soft and pliant after orgasming and a sweet little note of desperation and want has colored his voice. You guess the customer responds positively because he laughs tiredly and murmurs a soft “thank you” before you see the call end. When you reach to remove his earbuds for him he doesn’t bother protesting.
“I love you.” You’re about to say it but he beats you to it, that same want and desperation from before stronger now, clearly meant for you and not the stranger who just listened to him get shattered into pieces. You take the time to gather him up in your arms, both of you ignoring the mess his release was making of his skin and the sheets. He tucks his nose into the dip between your neck and shoulder and breathes deep before releasing it in a big sigh. “Love you.”
The tips of his dark hair are pasted together with sweat but you run your fingers through it anyway – it’s kind of gross but that factor is heavily outweighed by the way Changgu breathes another, softer sigh against your skin as he relaxes. You want nothing more than for him to always feel like you were a place he could let his guard down.
“Good, Changgu?” The hand not in his hair traces his spine, stops at the base of his neck. He shivers but you can feel him smiling against your skin. “Everything feel okay?”
“Mmn.” It’s less a word and more a hum vibrating against your neck, but you can hear the affirmation in it. “It’s just you. Feels great.” Sleep clings to his words and you know he must not be far off from it.
It’s more of an explicit answer than you were expecting, but you were relieved either way to know it had just been the two of you on his mind (or maybe three, Hongseok was never far from either of your thoughts).
You know you should really get up, clean Changgu up, but when you shift he makes a soft noise of complaint in the back of his throat and you abandon that idea completely, arms curling tighter around his body.
Changgu wakes later to the feeling of Hongseok’s lips on his forehead and the slightly uncomfortable feeling of him dragging a wetted washcloth across his abdomen. He tries to roll towards you more to cut off Hongseok’s actions but he’s forced onto his back with minimal effort, eyes still closed.
“You two are a mess..” When he cracks his eyes open he can see it’s gotten late – you’d both fallen asleep before it had gotten dark so there was no light on yet, Hongseok backlit by the yellow glow of a streetlight through the window. It makes him look kind of like some sort of ethereal but wicked being.
“Sorry.” His own voice comes out syrupy, thick even to his own ears and slurred with the remnants of a deep sleep – Hongseok laughs softly and it’s such a joyful sound that Changgu finds himself sinking back into the bed again, and into your arms.
“Don’t be.” Hongseok offers a smile as he moves to deposit the washcloth somewhere, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he goes. Something warm and sticky and sweet bursts in Changgu’s chest at the sight and he desperately tries to commit it to memory as sleep pulls at his consciousness.
He’s dozing before Hongseok even gets back, doesn’t quite know where his boyfriend is – and yet he feels inexplicably safe in a way he’s never felt before in a relationship. He thinks he hears an “I love you” whispered somewhere among the haze before he fully falls asleep, doesn’t know quite where it comes from but tries to respond in kind. He’s not sure if he actually manages to say anything, but he feels it so strongly that he thinks it must be an obvious sentence written across his chest in glowing ink.
Yeah. Love. He loved both of you with every single part of his being.
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Changgu had been more of a wrench in the two of your plans than the phone-sex job had been, to be completely honest.
It’s not exactly like the two of you had planned to fall for the same guy – or any other person, for that matter. Before Hongseok you’d barely even seen Changgu, passing by him every now and then on campus. You were sure that at some point you’d probably shared a class with him, but you definitely didn’t remember it. It was just pure coincidence that Hongseok’s gym visits had eventually coincided with Changgu’s.
(“You work out with him, right?” Your question is nonchalant, but you feel like you’re trying so hard to be casual that he’ll see right through you. Hongseok doesn’t even look at you when he nods, heading to his room to deposit his gym bag.
“Yeah, more often now than I did before. He’s a good gym partner – why? Do you know him?” He’s paused in the doorway, looking back at you with a hard to read expression.
“No.” Your response is too fast and he looks too dejected at it, mouth opening and then closing without saying anything.
When he turns back around there’s an uncomfortable feeling growing between the two of you, new and dangerous, with the possibility to ruin.)
Changgu had been pretty though, laughing at Hongseok’s sub-par jokes and smiling vibrantly whenever he saw you.
And maybe that shouldn’t have been enough – it wasn’t like Hui didn’t laugh at Hongseok’s jokes, wasn’t like Yuto didn’t smile at you every time the two of you met in class. But with Changgu it was different.
With Changgu you could see the way Hongseok strived to make him happy, how his regular cocksure attitude was stripped away to reveal the side of him that was almost desperate in his endeavors to get noticed.
You recognized that side of him, from years ago when he was pursuing you. And it should probably have made you at the very least uncomfortable to see that behavior returning, but all you could focus on was the way your heart sped up whenever Changgu would smile at you, face growing warm whenever he’d drop an off-handed compliment.
Hongseok noticed it, you know he did. Just like he knew you noticed his own behavior. You also both knew that it really needed to be stopped.
But Changgu was pretty and he laughed genuinely and smiled warmly and you had both stepped off the cliff hand in hand before even realizing you were at the precipice.
(“Is this normal?” You’re barely speaking above a whisper, but it shatters the silence anyway with all the elegance of a hammer thrown through a windowpane. The sun had gone down long ago but neither of you had bothered to turn on a light, the TV painting everything in flickering hues of blue and white.
“I don’t know.” He’s so far away from you, not only physically – though he is on the opposite end of the couch – but emotionally as well. Hongseok’s voice holds the same raw pain and fear that you feel crowding your throat and rattling around in your chest.
You couldn’t get close to him even if you wanted to. There is a body between the two of you, not really there but tangible enough to keep the two of you apart. Everything feels like its gone wrong and the only thing making it manageable is the false sense of security that nighttime brings, the hope that tomorrow may be different, may be easier.
“I still love you.” His voice is cracking and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes. “I don’t know if you can believe me, but I do.” There is a weakness to his voice that you’re not used to hearing, a vulnerability. Hongseok is just as scared as you are.
“I’ve never stopped loving you either.” You’ve pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself small. Trying to leave less room in your body for everything you feel. “If we love each other, does it matter if it’s normal?”
Hongseok’s eyes glitter from the light cast by the TV when he turns his head to look at you, colors distorting across his irises from the way tears have gathered at his lash line. This is new territory for the both of you, but he takes a deep breath and moves to sit next to you, side by side. Together.
The two of you make plans for him to talk to Changgu tomorrow.)
You’re laughing against Hongseok’s pulse-point as his fingers thread tight through the other boy’s curls, the sounds of Changgu lapping at the elder’s cock obscene and noisy.
And yet not as noisy as Hongseok himself was – even though Changgu was usually the common denominator between the two of you it was always Hongseok who ended up the loudest no matter what was happening. Every now and then his moans would cut off whenever he turned towards you for an open-mouthed kiss, the sound lodging in his throat as a keening whine.
“So spoiled… don’t you think so, Changgu?” While Hongseok’s hand keeps a firm hold in his hair you stroke your fingers down Changgu’s jawline, thumb catching on his bottom lip slick with spit and wrapped tight around the other. He hums a soft sound of agreement that makes Hongseok choke above you. “I think you’ve indulged him enough by now, though.”
Changgu ignores your last comment, presses deeper until he can feel Hongseok hit the back of his throat. The elder boy gives an aborted groan in response, trembling at the feeling, at the effort it took to keep from fucking into the tight wetness of Changgu’s mouth.
“Maybe Changgu’s the spoiled one instead, hmm?” You’re talking just to fill the silence, gaze sharp on the way Changgu’s eyes flutter shut, tension draining from his body when Hongseok tightens his grip in his hair. You know for a fact that Changgu can take a rough throat-fucking, can’t count the number of times he’d taken the initiative and gagged himself on your strap.
“Gonna move now, ‘kay sweetheart?” Hongseok’s jaw is clenched but his voice comes out high anyway, breath hitching when Changgu gives a soft hum of acknowledgment.
Hongseok is nicer than you are – you’ve realized over time that no matter how quickly he took control he just never had it in him to be too rough. It was always up to you (or, rarely, Changgu) to take it to the next level. He keeps to a steady pace this time too as he fucks Changgu’s throat, rambling praise dropping liberally from his lips. You let them keep at it until Changgu starts making increasingly needy sounds, desperate and from the center of his chest, climbing in pitch.
“Don’t make him cum, babe.” It’s a warning they both sorely need – you know for a fact that Changgu had completely forgotten everything else around him, saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. He coughs when Hongseok pulls out and lets you wipe at his face gently with the cover on the bed. (It’d be washed later anyway.)
When Hongseok enters him he slides in slowly in a way you know drives both of them crazy – you curl your nails into Hongseok’s bicep just to see the half-moons they leave behind on his tanned skin, grinning when his hips stutter forward as the slight sting registers. Changgu makes a pitiful sound once he’s fully inside, eyes glittering with unshed tears as he gazes at the two of you from underneath his lashes. He is so pretty.
“Good tears?” You have to ask, watching Changgu closely – you can see Hongseok doing the same in your peripheral, a combined silent sigh escaping the both of you when the other boy nods.
“Your turn, babe.” Hongseok’s voice is shaking when he speaks to you, but his body is perfectly still, hand rubbing up and down the curve of Changgu’s waist. The other boy’s hand rests on top of his while he keeps up the soothing motion.
“You’ll show me the same dedication and focus you were showing Hongseok earlier, right sweetheart?” It’s a question that doesn’t even need to be asked but you ask it anyway, thumb smoothing away one of the tears that had escaped and slid down Changgu’s cheek. Hongseok coos when he notices, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead while he still can.
“More. I’ll show you more.” Changgu’s voice is hoarse already from the throat-fucking he got, but his expression is serious, earnest. He has always ever just wanted to be good for the two of you.
Hongseok complains about that, just out of principle – it falls pretty flat considering it’s in between moans as he fucks into the other boy while you deposit open-mouthed kisses on his neck. Meanwhile Changgu gratefully drowns in the smell and taste of you, hand curled around your thigh gentle despite the way his other hand has clenched the bedsheets tight.
When you kiss him after he tastes of both of you, intimately, and you feel like something about that is just so right.
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“Do you ever wish I was majoring in something else?” Changgu’s wearing a light sweater that belongs to Hongseok, a bit loose on his slightly thinner frame. The fabric is soft beneath your fingertips as you toy with the hem of it. Hongseok himself is currently out being interviewed – there’s a nervous energy lingering from his departure that wreaths around the two of you curled up on the couch together. There was a good chance this was going to finally be an end to the trouble he’d experienced in trying to get employed.
“Why?” You’re genuinely curious as to where this is coming from – he was always so animated when he spoke about acting, passion bleeding into every single word. It was clear that it was something he loved doing.
“It’s just – I know it’s a hard field to break into. I know it teaches a specific skill-set that’s hard to relate to other job fields.” There’s a lot of tension held in his body – you can see that this is something that’s been weighing on him for a long time.
“People who don’t have a career in acting are always the ones who are most likely to talk about how hard the industry is.” Your soft murmur is a desperate attempt to soothe him, reaching to curl your fingers around his own. “You know Hongseok and I are going to support you going after whatever makes you happy.” His breath catches at that, like you’d surprised him with something, but you don’t know what that something would be.
“At first I was just worried about my future, but now –“ He’s not looking at you anymore, even with the close proximity, worrying the fraying threads of his jeans between the fingers on his free hand. You recognize that not only is he stressed, he’s nervous about something.
Sometimes, when he got this way, he didn’t feel comfortable talking to you about whatever the issue was. You tried not to let it get to you – he had known Hongseok a lot longer than he had known you, had more chances to spend time one on one with him. The love the two of you shared was more delicate and fragile, still searching for the best place to take hold and grow.
“Sweetheart –“ It’s you and Hongseok’s favorite pet-name for Changgu, the way it softens something in his eyes when he hears it, petal pink lips forming into the smallest of smiles. Changgu treated the name as a physical reminder that he was wanted. And he was always wanted. “You don’t have to talk about this right now if you don’t want to. We can make some of that tea you like that Hongseok hates and –“
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t… I don’t want to be a burden to the two of you later.”
He looks so on edge, like he was afraid that admitting that he saw the two of you in his future would be too real and would shatter whatever life he had begun to build. It makes something clench in your ribcage, how sweet the sentiment was, and how sad. He still had difficulty believing that you and Hongseok wouldn’t just grow tired of him someday.
But the fact that you were both a fixture in his thoughts of the future meant that this relationship that had been tentative at first was something he had come to cherish. You want to wrap your arms around him but instead settle for stroking your thumb back and forth across his knuckles, fingers clammy but still holding onto your own.
“Sweetheart, you know Hongseok and I love you very much, right? If it ends up not working out for you then we’ll figure out what to do about it together.” You can see emotion swimming in his eyes, feelings he either didn’t know how to put a name to or didn’t want to. “Is that why you started working with the hotline?”
“At first.” He shrugs weakly, gaze lingering on your intertwined hands. “But it’s easy work, and the hours are flexible.. I’m not forcing myself to do it.” You’re content to take his words at face value, for now at least.
“You’re not going to be a burden to us, Changgu. We’re not going to ever regret being with you. Besides, Hongseok hasn’t been employed for the last, what, half year? And he hasn’t been a burden.”
“He kind of has.” Changgu mutters, but you can hear the blatant amusement in his tone, the teasing remark underscored with affection. Hongseok may have been a bit overbearing at the worst of it, constantly flitting around the house or dragging Changgu to the gym between his classes, but you know neither one of you thought of him as a burden.
“You’re being difficult.” He’s laughing along with you, the tightness around his eyes from before gone. When you tell him he has to tell Hongseok everything he told you too he sulks impressively, cheeks still rosy with love and a comfortable tune hummed under his breath that only grows in volume when the two of you receive a flurry of exclamation marks in your group chat.
(And if he blurts it out as soon as Hongseok gets home, words rushing and tumbling over one another in his haste, no one needs to know. Hongseok’s arms are, as always, long enough to fit around the two of you and his whispered affirmations of love mix with your congratulations in a beautiful mess.)
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When Changgu comes home one day wearing both a baseball cap and a hood it puts you and Hongseok on high alert – in other words, the two of you are instantly racing to figure out what he was trying to hide. It doesn’t take much to get him to show you – Hongseok tries to overpower him but in the end it’s your “Come on, Changgu, show us” that gets him to relent.
He’s dyed his hair a sweet platinum blonde color, something that he probably shouldn’t have been able to pull off as well as he did. There is the familiar doubt creeping into his expression that you recognize, but neither one of you allow it to linger for long.
“Fuck, you look good – what prompted this?” Hongseok’s begun ruffling a hand through the younger’s hair, and Changgu just closes his eyes and lets the other amuse himself with it.
“Nothing really, I guess. I’d just been thinking about it for a while, and I suddenly wanted to do it and just.. did it before I could lose my nerve again. Do you really think it’s –“
“Yes.” You and Hongseok don’t manage to speak over one another, your affirmations blending into one loud word – Changgu startles for a moment before a brilliant smile breaks out across his face, streaks of blonde across his eyes from Hongseok’s chaotic hair-tousling. You can’t help the taunt that spills from your lips as you watch.
“What about you, Hongseok? Ever think about going blonde?”
“Absolutely not.” Hongseok grimaces out a smile that falls too fond to be taken seriously, laughing as he cards his fingers through Changgu’s hair, brushing away the strands he had mussed. The other boy’s expression is a mixture between embarrassed and flattered, trying to act like he isn’t as pleased about your combined attention on him as he is. (Changgu has always enjoyed being the trophy the two of fight over or dote on, and now is no different.)
“I can’t even imagine you with blonde hair.” You’ve reached up to run your own fingers through the flaxen strands, and Changgu dips his head more towards you so you don’t have to reach as far. “I don’t think you’d look as good as he does though, babe.”
“That’s why I said absolutely not, smartass.” Hongseok nudges you with his hip, hard enough he knows you’ll stumble – he also knows Changgu will catch you, wrapping an arm around your lower back to steady you. He waits the split second it takes the other boy to do so before swooping in and wrapping his arms around the both of you, trying to be as annoying as possible when he peppers kisses over your faces. Changgu preens under the attention while you complain and try to get out of his hold.
You manage to escape only because Changgu captures his lips in a deep kiss, Hongseok’s arms loosening instantly. The sound he makes shortly after tells you Changgu bit his lip, and you hum in surprise, impressed.
“I like Blonde Changgu, he’s fierce.” Changgu breaks away to laugh softly at your comment, flashes of his regular personality showing through his embarrassment. You’re quick to try and change his embarrassment to pride. “All you did was kiss him and I bet Hongseok is already ready to be on his knees for you.”
Okay, so maybe his pride came at the expense of Hongseok’s sometimes. The elder doesn’t seem to particularly mind in this instance, most likely because it was true, tongue flicking out to run over his slightly swollen bottom lip. It’s rare for him to not be a brat about a comment like that, but you’re not about to point it out to him.
“Do you work today?” It shouldn’t sound as seductive as it does, but Hongseok’s whispered it into the air between you all with a needy tone of voice that you know does things to you and Changgu both.
Hongseok had stopped working with the hotline shortly after getting employed, but Changgu still did it from time to time – it paid good money and you think there’s some part of him that likes the attention he gets from it, along with the chance to practice his acting (even if it was in an unconventional setting).
“Not anymore.” Changgu’s voice is a low rasp that you rarely hear from him – his voice had always been the deepest among the three of you, but it usually climbed in pitch during times like these, not deepened. After Changgu speaks Hongseok releases a soft sigh that wreathes around the three of you like a promise.
And now they’re looking at you, waiting for what, you didn’t know – permission, maybe, or just a sign that you were also interested. You flash them both a smile and a nod.
Changgu wastes no time once you give the go-ahead, an aborted yelp leaving Hongseok as his back suddenly hit the bed – the new bed, by the way, one that the three of you could fit on easily. Hongseok so often was the one that manhandled Changgu around that it was easy to forget the other boy had almost the exact same strength in his body that Hongseok did. He’s undressed in record time, gaze unfocused at the way you and Changgu work together with a scary level of intensity and efficiency. He ends up on his back between the two of you, his head pillowed by your legs and Changgu forcing his legs apart with his own body.
“Ah, fuck – Changgu, sweetheart, you can’t just –“
“What a good boy you are, Changgu.” Hongseok’s complaining and neither of you are listening to him, you praising the other as he ducks down to instantly bite into the skin of Hongseok’s thigh before moving to lick into him.
You know how Changgu likes to do things like this – while Hongseok is methodical Changgu is downright messy, lets saliva gather as he uses his tongue to alternate between shallowly fucking into his hole and using the flat of his tongue to tease him. It’s one of your favorite things to watch, and you busy yourself with tracing your nails across Hongseok’s chest in various patterns as his moans get louder and louder, Changgu dedicated to what he was doing.
“I’m gonna cum –“ It doesn’t take many minutes before Hongseok speaks, voice tight, desperation soaking his words. You smile at the sound and move so you can bite lightly at his neck.
“No you’re not.” Changgu turns his head to laugh into Hongseok’s thigh at your firm order to the other, soft and beautiful. Hongseok, meanwhile, makes an upset whining sound in the back of his throat at being denied.
“It’s not our fault you can finish from this alone, Seokkie.” Changgu’s on your side, always joining whichever argument suited his purpose more. Hongseok huffs and squirms in annoyance despite the fact that Changgu’s grip is tight on his hips and keeps him from actually going anywhere.
“Says the guy who can cum just from sucking my dick.”
“Says the guy who’ll complain if he isn’t allowed to choke on her strap.”
You let them bicker back and forth, mostly because you know it to be a sign of their love for one another. Changgu’s responses are quick and sharp but he’s grinning, white teeth on full display. Hongseok’s a bit sulkier, so you bend to press your lips to his jawline in a quick reminder to “play nice”. He was always just so stubborn.
“Are you gonna keep complaining or are you going to fuck me?” Hongseok’s taunt catches your attention, and though Changgu opens his mouth to respond you beat him to it.
“Work for it.” Both boys look at you the instant you speak – Changgu may have been the one being loudly in control, but any time you open your mouth it’s obvious that they both bend to you instantly. There’s a question on Hongseok’s face, and interest on Changgu’s.
“How?” Hongseok’s voice is rough, excited and eager and so obviously willing, moving to be on his knees. You love him so much.
“Why don’t you get him ready, hmm babe? Put that annoying mouth of yours to good use, yeah?” You reach to caress his cheek lovingly, sliding your hand up his face to lace through his hair. A groan catches in his throat as you tug, watching the way he falls forward onto his hands easily. Changgu just blinks at the two of you like he isn’t quite sure what to do.
It’d be cute if it weren’t for the way a switch is flicked inside him so suddenly – when Hongseok looks up at him through his eyelashes and opens his mouth Changgu’s gaze hardens instantly, one hand moving to his waistband and the other cupping Hongseok’s chin to keep him looking.
“Don’t keep him waiting, baby.” It’s all the encouragement Changgu needs, sliding his pants down his hips – Hongseok tries to lunge forward but you simply tighten your grip in his hair, stopping him short and listening to the beautiful sound of his whine of pain. He brought it on himself, after all, not waiting for permission.
Changgu surprises you both by laughing – it’s a soft thing, completely happy, and while it sounds slightly mocking you can see the way Hongseok relaxes at the sound of it. A content Changgu was something both of you always wanted.
When Hongseok is finally allowed to taste the other boy he makes a soft sound that quickly transforms into a whine of annoyance when you keep your grip taut and don’t let him bob his head, reducing him to only being able to take the tip of Changgu into his mouth. It should probably be excruciating for Changgu, but he seems so enamored with the level of control you have that his eyes are wide and glittering instead, fascinated and learning. There’s a strange burst of pride in your chest when his hand takes the place of your own in Hongseok’s hair, keeping the elder’s head in place so he can thrust shallowly into the other’s mouth.
“He’s learning so quickly – aren’t you proud of him, Hongseok?” You’re talking to cover up the sound of the lube cap being clicked open, and Changgu’s watching you with amusement. “Soon he’s gonna be able to get you on your knees with just a look, huh? And you’ll complain about it, like you always do, but we both know you’re looking forward to that day. Right?”
Changgu’s pulled back far enough to let Hongseok respond to you, but you slip a finger in him before he can say anything and he jolts forward in surprise, pressing his forehead to the other’s hipbone. You know for a fact he relishes the sudden, unexpected stretch, and if you were ever in any doubt the long wanton moan he gives at the feeling would clear it right up.
“You didn’t answer her.” Changgu’s voice is soft, as is the way he strokes Hongseok’s hair back from his face – he’s letting Hongseok use him for support as you fingerfuck him, even if his tone is stern. Just because he was soft didn’t mean he wasn’t expecting to be obeyed, and you know Hongseok recognized that. The only question was if he was ready to submit to it.
You give him a little encouragement by pressing another finger into his hole, and the words tumble past his lips in a breathless mess.
“Yeah, of course, anything for you two, anything.” He is so genuine with what he’s saying, everything coated in a painful level of honesty, and Changgu softens even more at it and bends to press a kiss to his forehead.
Prep from there goes quickly – Hongseok does his best to actually give Changgu a blowjob while Changgu does everything except let Hongseok close enough to do what he really wants to. It’s incredibly cute and you listen to the way the elder whines and throws a mini-tantrum, broken only by the sweet moans you manage to pull from him as you open him up.
Hongseok’s finally released from Changgu’s grip when you decide he’s prepped enough, and he rises up to his knees while the other rolls on the condom you hand to him.
“There’s no way I’m gonna last long..” There’s a bit of self-deprecating humor lacing through his words, a soft chuckle as he rakes a hand through his hair and tries to calm down. It’s a fruitless endeavor, as you all know – the two of you had strung him along for so long at this point that it’d be impressive if he lasted longer than a minute.
“You will.” Changgu’s voice is surprisingly assertive – you can see the affect it has on Hongseok instantly, the way he stiffens as if under his control. Maybe it was strange of you, but as the person who was always in charge you found it almost.. endearing to see Changgu behaving like this. “You wouldn’t want to cum on the bed, right Hongseokkie? We’re going to sleep here.”
“You’ll be fine.” It’s strange for you to play the comforting role, usually something relegated to one of the boys, but you didn’t hate it. A light reassuring kiss is pressed to Hongseok’s lips while Changgu busies himself with sucking bruises along the slope of one of his shoulder blades. You wondered if he was doing that because he knew Hongseok had a tendency to work out shirtless. “It’s fine if you cum quickly, baby – you’ll let us use you until we’re satisfied anyway, right?”
This was a new game – one that had been talked about, of course, but was still new. No one quite knew where the line to not cross was, but you all were tentatively feeling it out. Changgu’s glittering dark gaze meets yours over Hongseok’s shoulder in interest, both of you awaiting the other boy’s response.
“Y-yeah - yeah, of course.” His voice comes out raspy, not quite all there at first before he clears his throat – he is physically bigger than both of you, broad across the shoulders, but something about him seems to have shrank after that simple exchange. It was so rare for him to be in this position to both of you, and it was fucking beautiful to see the way he submitted so easily after the initial defiance he seemed to think was always part of the game. (And to him it probably was.)
They let you settle into place before starting anything else, leaning back against the headboard – Hongseok rests his head on the inside of your knee comfortably, looking up at you with that liquid chocolate gaze of his. This was a sight you were used to seeing, him between your legs and gazing up at you. It’s cute. He’s cute.
“Don’t waste time, babe.” You tap two fingers above your clit as a demeaning reminder, and you think you see him roll his eyes before he dutifully moves to press his face against you, tongue flicked out to have a taste. You glance up in time to see Changgu snap his hips into Hongseok’s, rocking the elder into you with a sharp cry – there was no slow slide, no warning. It was rough, exactly what Hongseok liked, and you were impressed with Changgu for taking that initiative.
“Blonde Changgu doesn’t fuck around, does he..?” You voice your thoughts aloud, mostly as a serious thought but also because you know Hongseok will be annoyed with the way you can talk despite the fact that his lips were on you. As you expected you can feel his pace change, sucking on your clit like he dared you to do that again. You do, just because you love to taunt him. “Does he feel good, sweetheart? Hongseok’s a good fuck, isn’t he – he tries to act all tough but what he’s best at is being a cocksleeve, hmm?”
Changgu doesn’t respond – you don’t necessarily expect him to, knowing he wasn’t ever quite sure how to respond to the low level of degradation you liked to heap on Hongseok. It’s not for his benefit anyway, and from the way Hongseok moans open-mouthed against you it proves you hit the mark you were aiming for.
When Hongseok pulls away from you there are reprimands ready on both you and Changgu’s lips, but he speaks first in a soft, wavering voice that short-circuits both your brains.
“I’m so close..” He sounds truly desperate, and almost pained, like he couldn’t handle everything that was happening – Changgu meets your gaze over his back inquisitively, but doesn’t stop fucking into him.
“Don’t.” You keep the word soft, letting him know that while it was an order it wasn’t a strict one – he just turns his head into your thigh and sobs out a moan, fingers grasping tight into the bedsheets. It’s only seconds later that he’s shaking and crying out, grinding his hips down against the bed as he cums. You click your tongue at him in disappointment but card your fingers through his hair.
“Neither one of us has cum yet, but you think it’s okay for you to? When you were supposed to be making us feel good?” His only response is a whimper, breathing ragged – Changgu’s stopped his thrusting, smoothing a hand up and down Hongseok’s spine. Despite your words neither of you make any move to follow through, letting him work through the height of it.
It’s not necessary to remind him of his job, or to force him to do it – once he’s done trembling he sucks in a still shaky breath before looking up at you. His pupils are blown and his lips are still slick with you when he presses an apologetic kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“I was close, before.” Changgu speaks up hesitantly, like he isn’t sure he wants to be the one to break the silence, and Hongseok arches his back in response.
“Then fuck me. You’re using me, remember?” Hongseok’s voice is rough but gentle, guiding Changgu through his dominant role with no hint of judgement. You tap his temple as a reminder and he offers you a sweet half-smile before re-focusing his attention on your core.
Changgu doesn’t start moving again until you offer him your own smile of encouragement, but Hongseok instantly keens at the feeling, apparently much more sensitive than he thought he’d be. It’s cute and you have no sympathy for him, pressing gently on the back of his head to remind him not to get distracted.
He does a valiant job, an almost constant moan lodged in his thought as he licks into you with a desperation to make you orgasm. You’re not sure he’s ever been so frantic about it before, usually so precise, and your breath hitches at the way you can’t discern any real pattern to his movements
“I’m –“ Changgu’s sentence cuts off, brow furrowing in the same moment you hit your peak, locking eyes with him as you curl your fingers into Hongseok’s hair tightly. The other’s eyes widen when he realizes what is happening, flits over your form multiple times like he was trying to ingrain it in his memory. A few more thrusts and he orgasms too, mostly silent and holding his breath until he releases it in a mix between a sigh and a moan. Hongseok goes limp between the two of you, most likely thinking he was finished.
When Changgu pulls out they both make incredibly similar noises, and when he goes to dispose of the condom you drag Hongseok up until his back is against your chest, leaning against you. He’s sweaty and clearly exhausted, rests his head back on your shoulder until you reach around to grasp his cock, still slick with his previous release.
“Oh, fuck!” He doesn’t do much else than curse, squirming desperately to get out of your hold – it’s desperate but with no real effort behind it. You know, even exhausted, he was strong enough to get out of your hold. Instead he just shifts around until Changgu bounces onto the bed in front of him, holding his hips to force him to stay in one place as he busies himself with tasting the inside of Hongseok’s mouth.
You can’t see it, but you feel the heat drip over your fingers at the same time Hongseok’s hand reaches out to frantically grasp at Changgu, dragging nails down his back helplessly as his noises get swallowed. He’s breathing hard and completely melts into your arms after, lets Changgu dote on him and litter kisses across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.
A little later and Changgu’s propped up on his forearms on the bed, watching you fuss over Hongseok (and yes, you’re bickering with him even though it’s aftercare. The two of you couldn’t do anything without getting into an affectionate back and forth about it).
“Why don’t you ever let us do that kind of stuff to you?” His question is innocent enough, but Hongseok snorts in derision, knowing full well why. Any annoyance you might feel drains away when you glance at Changgu’s face, expression open and curious. You know he means it more in a “I want to make you feel good too” way, probably doesn’t completely understand the fulfillment you get from being completely in charge. It still puts you a bit on guard, an ingrained response from a man asking a question like that.
“Because I don’t want to.” It’s a simple answer to an innocent question, and you’ve got a row of well-rehearsed and practiced lines ready to slip off your tongue in your defense.
“Oh, okay.” He just blinks at you with love shining in his eyes and every word you’d honed to a fine point over the years shatter at his blatant acceptance. Changgu doesn’t care in the least if you don’t ever want to be the one lying under them, and you watch as he leans over to peck Hongseok on the lips before getting up, stretching as he declares he’s going to go look at your options for dinner. You catch flashes of his bare back when he goes, stripes from Hongseok’s nails dipping below the sweats the other boy had carelessly thrown on to preserve some sort of decency.
“I really love him.” The words tumble from your lips instead of everything else you had been prepared to say before, more a soft sigh than any actual sentence. Hongseok huffs out a quiet laugh, eyes sliding shut. Knowing him he was probably going to doze until dinner was ready, always so tired after getting ganged up on.
“Yeah? Me too.” Hongseok’s voice is filled with a sort of gentle warmth that you have only dreamed of ever feeling – and yet you feel it now, kindled by these two beautiful, stupid boys. You reach out to cup Hongseok’s face and he turns into your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm.
When Changgu wanders back into the room, talking about an assortment of things the two of you could make with whatever was in the fridge (courtesy of Hongseok actually keeping it filled, no doubt), hair still mussed and a light flush lingering on his cheeks, it feels like realizing a great fall you took was in actuality only a few feet, totally safe. Hongseok reaches out when he gets close enough, snags him by the waistband of his sweats (are they even his?) and pulls hard, with the intention of bringing the three of you back together. Changgu doesn’t manage to catch himself, falling half onto Hongseok who catches him easily, wraps his arms around him.
“What was that for?” He’s smiling softly, shyly, glowing under your combined attention but always a bit hesitant at receiving it. Hongseok presses a kiss to his cheek in answer and you can see the way he opens up a bit more, lets your love seep through the cracks left behind.
“We just missed you.” His laughter at your blasé response is cut short when Hongseok pulls him onto the bed more, a small sound of surprise lodging in his throat as he is manhandled into the space between you two.
“I was only gone for two minutes –“
“We missed you.” You cut him off, saying it again because it’s true, lips pressing against his own briefly. He returns the kiss with confusion, still smiling but not totally understanding.
“What about dinner?”
“We can order out.”
“We’re dieting, Seok.”
“Yeah, but you all just fucked me so hard that I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine. You never gain weight anyway, babe.”
Hongseok presses a lazy kiss to his jaw every now and then between their back-and-forth, still clearly sleepy but also stubborn enough to continue a meaningless argument in spite of it. Changgu’s eyes glitter with emotion every single time he does, hand resting lightly on the forearm you’ve slung across his side, fingers tracing nonsense patterns against your skin while Hongseok’s fingers tangle with your own. You listen to them bicker, like always, shifting around until Changgu is comfortably nestled between the two of you.
Safe, secure, in the space between you and Hongseok’s hearts where he was always meant to be.
