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Glass shattered and everyone turned to look at Riki who was staring at the broken glass and puddle of blood like it was foreign to him. Within the next moment Jay was out of Sunghoon’s arms and gently helping Riki step out of the ring of glass. Before Sunghoon could move to help clean everything up however, the floor was clean and Jay held a wad of blood soaked and glass filled paper towels, tossing them into the trash.
It was quiet for a moment then, “What now?”
Jungwon shrugged but Sunghoon could see the underlying stress in the taught line of his shoulders, “For now, we wait. It could be the human police, or it could be the council. We don’t know.”
“What do we do if it's the council?” Sunoo hopped onto the counter, beckoning Riki closer to which he complied, settling with his back to Sunoo’s chest.
“I don’t know.” There was so much weight to Jungwon’s words, so much fear that Sunghoon wanted to reach out to him but Heeseung got there first, wrapping his arms around Jungwon’s waist and whispering words Sunghoon couldn’t quite hear into his ear.
He turned to check on Riki instead and found himself holding his breath as the rest of the other’s attention also drifted to Sunoo and Riki. Sunoo, at some point, must have offered his wrist to Riki as a replacement for the glass he had dropped earlier. He was leaning back, one hand raking through Riki’s hair, the other pressed tightly to Riki’s lips. Next to him, Sunghoon felt Jungwon stiffen but he stuck out his arm to block him from moving to stop it.
“What are you doing?”
“If it gets to be too much Sunoo will let us know.”
They all stood still, as if too much movement would break the trance. Eventually Sunoo tugged at Riki’s head and Riki let go without a fight, falling back to lean his weight completely onto Sunoo. A small trail of blood fell down the corner of his mouth but Sunoo wiped it away, whispering small praises to him.
Riki’s eyes peeled open slowly and when they landed on Sunghoon he reached out, “Hyung.”
Sunghoon startled but drew closer, “Feel good?”
Riki’s answering nod was sharp, uncoordinated and when he looked up at Sunghoon he found his eyes hazy and unfocused.
“He’s blood-drunk. You gave him too much.” He glanced up at Sunoo and didn’t find him the least bit guilty or caring.
“He needed it.”
Sunghoon rolled his eyes but stole Riki away from him, allowing Jungwon to step in between Sunoo’s legs. Riki blinked slowly at him before wrapping his arms around Sunghoon’s neck and burying his face against his chest.
“ Hyung.”
Sunghoon chuckled, hoisting Riki up so that he could carry him properly. He made his way up the stairs, kicking open the door to the spare bedroom Jay had set up earlier. He moved to lay Riki down on the bed but he only clung to him further.
“I can still feel it. Hyung, make it go away.” His words were slurred but Sunghoon could still make out most of what he said.
“Still feel what?”
Riki gestured to his clothes and it took Sunghoon a minute to realize he was talking about the blood from his kill.
“What do you want to do?”
Riki shrugged, “Make it go away.”
Sunghoon sighed and pried Riki’s hands off of him, much to his displeasure, walking into the bathroom attached to his room. Inside he turned on the water in the bathtub, holding his hand under the water until he deemed it warm enough. Then he returned to collect Riki, helping him strip to his underwear and lowering him in the tub. The water around him quickly turned pink as the dried flakes of blood that stuck to his chest soaked into the water. Sunghoon sat on the edge of the tub, hesitating until Riki leaned his head against Sunghoon’s ribs, murmuring a quiet, thank you.
Sunghoon nodded, making quick work of rinsing off Riki’s chest, having to drain and refill the water a couple of times just because of how red the water got. The dark scratches were still prominent on his chest, even extending to his shoulders and arms. If Sunghoon looked closely he could even see that some of the scratches were deep enough to have drawn blood. They had to have been recent, even more so than when he had found Riki in the alleyway, because all the blood should have healed them.
“Riki?” Sunghoon kept his voice soft and Riki turned to him, “Please stop this,” He gestured to the scratches, “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Riki just blinked at him owlishly and Sunghoon sighed, bringing his own wrist to his mouth and biting down. He offered his wrist to Riki, who took it with warm hands and pressed it to his mouth. Sunghoon watched, ensuring that every wound closed before pulling Riki off and licking the bite to close it himself. They fell back into a comfortable silence and Sunghoon gently lathered some shampoo into Riki’s hair.
“I’m scared.”
Sunghoon paused in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of Riki’s hair.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Riki grasped clumsily at Sunghoon’s hands, his eyes big and pleading, “ Hyung .” He didn’t say anything else but Sunghoon received the message loud and clear. He wouldn’t let anything touch Riki, not the council, no one. Riki was theirs now, whether they knew it or not.
Sunghoon didn’t know whether it was the warmth of the water or the exhaustive activities of the day that lulled Riki to sleep right there but he had to prevent Riki from face-planting in the water. He started to drain the water, preparing to lift Riki out when a second pair of hands appeared.
Heeseung helped to lift Riki out of the rapidly cooling water, towel him off and redress him in Heeseung’s clothes because he was the closest to Riki’s height. When they tucked him securely into the sheets Riki’s hand shot out, grabbing a hold of Sunghoon’s wrist.
“Don’t go.”
Heeseung raised an eyebrow but Sunghoon waved him off, running his hand through Riki’s damp hair, “Go back to sleep, Riki, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He had to wait there a couple extra minutes but once he had ensured Riki was asleep, Sunghoon snuck out the door, dragging Heeseung with him and closing the door. “He trusts you.”
Sunghoon turned his head to face Heeseung, “He’s scared, I was just the first person he latched onto.”
Heeseung rolled his eyes, “That wasn’t what I saw. He trusts you, otherwise he wouldn’t be begging for you to stay with him.”
Sunghoon didn’t know how to respond to that. “What are we going to do if the Council comes for him? Hyung, I won’t let them touch him. I can’t.”
“So we won’t let them get near him, simple solution.” He made it sound so simple, so easy that Sunghoon almost believed him.
“We can’t control that. What do we do if they show up here? What if they just take him and we never see him again? I don’t even think he’s finished turning–”
“Hoon,” Heeseung cupped his face, effectively forcing his rambling to come to an end, “Stop. You’re right. We can’t control that. But we can hide; we can hide him until he’s well enough to make his own decisions. We can hide any connection there might be to us and the body. We will make this work.”
“Thank you.” Sunghoon said, wrapping his arms around Heeseung’s waist and leaning his head against his shoulder. Heeseung was right; they could make this work.
“You stress too much.” Heeseung brought his arms around Sunghoon’s shoulders, massaging the tension out of the muscles in his neck. When he pulled back, Heeseung scanned his face, “Do you want to stay with him tonight?”
Sunghoon considered this, on one hand, it would reassure him that Riki was alive and safe but he also knew how it feels to be desperate to be alone during this. “No, he needs to sleep and he can’t do that if I’m hovering over him to make sure he’s breathing.”
Heeseung laughed, “Of course you would do that,” He paused, “So do you want to go back downstairs?”
Sunghoon winced, “Jungwon’s mad at me.”
“He’s not mad at you.”
Sunghoon gave him a doubtful look and Heeseung rolled his eyes, leading him back down the stairs and away from Riki.
Jungwon sat on the couch, a very sated Sunoo in his lap with Jay and Jake on either side. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow in question and Jungwon shrugged, tightening his hold on Sunoo.
Sunoo stirred a bit, twisting and Sunghoon caught a glimpse of a very distinct mark placed where his shoulder met his neck that looked remarkably like the outline of Jungwon’s fangs.
“Really?”
Jungwon grinned, one hand gently coaxing Jake’s head to the side, revealing the same mark. Sunghoon’s eyes turned to Jay who also turned his head so Sunghoon could see the matching mark.
Sunghoon blinked dumbly. He had expected Jungwon would want to remark him tonight — the way Jungwon had hovered, the way his eyes had tracked every movement. He had even known, somewhere deep down, that the others would crave it too; they always did after a scare like this. But the immediacy of it — the way Jungwon claimed all of them so openly, so quickly, right here on the couch — still managed to knock the breath out of him. It wasn't a surprise, exactly. It was the sheer force of belonging, crashing into him all at once. Jungwon handed Sunoo off to Jay, beckoning Heeseung closer with his finger.
“Hyungie,”
Heeseung approached him, throwing Sunghoon a playful smile on his way and straddled Jungwon.
Jungwon pulled his head to the side, biting down on Heeseung’s throat immediately. Heeseung tensed up; the muscles in his back bunching up under his shirt before he melted into Jungwon, going completely boneless as Jungwon held him there for a moment longer before releasing him. Heeseung turned to him and Sunghoon could almost see the fog that clouded his mind as Jungwon pet his hair back into place and murmured sweet praises to him. Jake snatched him from Jungwon pretty soon after and all attention turned to Sunghoon.
“Hyung, come here.” It wasn’t so much of a request as it was a command. Sunghoon stumbled over, practically falling into Jungwon’s lap as the other rearranged him to his liking. He ended up straddling Jungwon much like Heeseung had, his forehead resting against Jungwon’s shoulder.
“What you did was dangerous.” Jungwon followed the curve of his spine with the tip of his finger.
Sunghoon made a disagreeing sound, “Riki? He’s anything but dangerous–”
Jungwon tightened his grip on Sunghoon’s waist, pulling him up to look at him, “You brought an unknown person into the house, that’s dangerous. He could have been a threat.”
“I–” Sunghoon was tempted to argue more but one look at Jungwon made him rethink that desire, “I’m sorry.”
Jungwon hummed and before Sunghoon could react properly he sunk his teeth into his neck. Sunghoon gasped, flinching away slightly until the pleasure crept up on him. It was warm and spread through him slowly like a river until it buzzed in his veins, clearing away any thoughts he had and leaving him more like mush than a person. A hand running through his hair and a voice eventually cut through the fog in his thoughts.
“Sorry, I forget how sensitive you are sometimes,” Jungwon chuckled, not sounding sorry at all. His chest moved with the shake of his laugh and Sunghoon focused on that sensation to help further ground him.
“Feel better?”
Jungwon nodded, “Much. Also, hyung?” Sunghoon lifted his head a bit. “We won’t let anything happen to Riki, he’s safe.”
Sunghoon relaxed further into Jungwon’s embrace at those words, “We should think of a plan.”
“Tomorrow,” Sunoo murmured, “We’ll think tomorrow, right now I would rather sleep.”
Sunghoon hummed his agreement, before grabbing Jungwon’s hand to get his attention, “Jungwon?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, for searching for the body, even if you didn’t find it. Thank you.”
For a minute it looked like Jungwon wanted to say something more but Sunoo pulled on his arm, pouting, “Hey, we helped too.”
Sunghoon smiled, “Thank you, Sunoo.”
Jungwon traced his fingers along Sunghoon’s spine, his voice dropping to a murmur. “We won’t let anything happen to Riki.”
Sunghoon wanted to believe him. He really did. But somewhere in the back of his mind, a different voice whispered— You’ve already been found.
There was a quiet murmur of conversation that Sunghoon wasn’t quite following as they made their way up the stairs, but he could follow the sounds of their heartbeats. They moved unhurriedly, bumping shoulders, ensuring that at some point or another they had contact. Jungwon grazed his fingers across the small of Sunoo’s back, the nape of Jake’s neck, circling them around Heeseung’s wrist or Jay’s arm. At some point, Jungwon reached for Sunghoon but before he could actually touch, he hesitated. Sunghoon leaned in the rest of the way and Jungwon’s arm rested heavily around his waist, his skin felt like it was burning through his clothes.
Jungwon brushed his thumb over the healing mark on his shoulder, sending a full body shiver through Sunghoon. Sunghoon tossed a glare at him, but it didn’t have any bite. Jungwon smiled back at him, reaching for Heeseung this time instead. He leaned up with his arms wrapped around Heeseung’s neck, whispering something in his ear. Heeseung bit down a smile, his eyes flickering briefly to Sunghoon, then darting between Jay and Jake. Jungwon pulled away, reaching for Sunoo this time, pulling him by the wrist into his room. Heeseung lingered for a moment, but he looked amused, like he knew something Sunghoon didn’t. He leaned into Sunghoon’s space, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Hyung!” Jungwon called, his voice slightly muffled through the door.
Heeseung rolled his eyes, his hand lingering on Sunghoon’s shoulder as he pulled away, before disappearing behind the door to Jungwon’s room.
Sunghoon shook his head, trying to pull himself out of his thoughts enough to open his own bedroom door.
“Hoon?”
Sunghoon turned, Jake still stood in the hallway, his hands flexing at his sides.
“I’m going to stay with Jay tonight,” He paused, “Join us? Please?”
Sunghoon’s gaze shifted to Jay who stood only a couple paces behind Jake. He was uncharacteristically quiet, in all the years Sunghoon had known Jay he never knew him to be quiet. It was unnerving. Jake clenched his hands into fists by his sides but Sunghoon could still see the tremor in them. His heart was beating rapidly, almost like he was angry or afraid. Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowed and he took a step forward, reaching for Jake but Jake jumped back into Jay’s chest.
“Just…” Jake took a steadying breath, stepping close enough that he could trace his fingers along Sunghoon’s jaw. His hands were still shaking, “Get changed and meet us in Jay’s room. Okay?”
Sunghoon nodded dumbly, watching Jake disappear down the hall and into Jake’s room. Jay remained for a moment and Sunghoon desperately wanted to reach out and touch him but something made him stop. He felt for the door knob behind him and slowly opened his bedroom door. Jay watched him until the moment the door closed.
Once the door was shut Sunghoon deflated, leaning his forehead against the cool wood. He contemplated for a moment taking a shower but decided against it for the moment. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it in the direction of the hamper in the corner of the room. He did the same with his jeans, switching them out for a looser sleep shirt and sweatpants. The material was soft and Sunghoon ran his hands over it, trying to calm the knot of anxiety that was twisting in his stomach.
His door opened with a sharp sound that made Sunghoon cringe. He padded down to Jay’s room, hesitating just outside the door. Inside there was little sound, he could hear Jay’s heartbeat and the rhythm of Jake’s breath but aside from that there was no movement.
After another moment he entered, closing the door behind him. The room was quiet, but the tension in the air was anything but.
Sunghoon had barely stepped inside fully before Jake grabbed his wrist, tugging him close without hesitation. The movement was sharp, desperate, instinctual.
Jay was already watching—eyes dark, unreadable as he leaned against the bed frame. But Sunghoon could feel the weight of his gaze, feel the way it pinned him in place.
For a moment, none of them spoke. Then Jake exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against Sunghoon’s shoulder. “You were gone.”
Not an accusation. Not anger. Just raw, quiet fear.
Sunghoon swallowed, his fingers twitching against Jake’s arm. “I came back.”
Jay made a quiet sound—something between a scoff and a sigh. “Not fast enough.”
His voice was steady, but the way his fingers curled around Sunghoon’s jaw wasn’t. He tilted Sunghoon’s face toward him, eyes flicking over every inch of his skin, as if searching for something.
Jay’s grip on Sunghoon’s jaw tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over his pulse. His eyes flicked to Jake for half a second—a silent question, an unspoken command.
Jake inhaled sharply and nodded, his grip on Sunghoon tightening as he pressed closer.
“You don’t smell like us.” Jay’s voice was strained, controlled, but if only barely.
Sunghoon barely had time to process that before Jay’s mouth was on his.
It wasn’t a kiss—it was a claim, firm, and undeniable. A reminder of exactly who Sunghoon belonged to.
Jake’s fingers dug into Sunghoon’s sides, clutching at him like he might disappear again. His breath was unsteady as he pressed his face against Sunghoon’s neck, inhaling deeply. Needing to breathe him in. Needing to know he was still theirs.
Sunghoon let out a slow breath, his body softening between them. He didn’t fight it, didn’t try to push back. Instead, he let them have him. He could feel the need in their touches, their voices. The need to mark him. To pull him back into their orbit. To erase every trace of someone else. Jake shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the curve of Sunghoon’s throat, his fingers sliding under his shirt as if needing to feel skin.
Jay pulled back just enough to murmur, “That’s better.” His fingers traced Sunghoon’s jaw, tilting his head slightly, inspecting him. Then his eyes shifted to Jake and almost imperceptibly he nodded.
Jake pulled the collar of Sunghoon’s shirt to the side, his lips moved from Sunghoon’s jaw, trailing lower, pressing heat against skin that had been too cold for too long. Sunghoon hissed at the drag of teeth against the soft area where his shoulder met his neck before Jake soothed the sting with his tongue.
Jay’s grip tightened—not hard, but firm, like he could squeeze out every trace of scent that wasn’t theirs.
He leaned in, teeth scraping against Sunghoon’s bottom lip and Sunghoon shuddered, every part of him itching to touch Jay, Jake, to settle the raging thing in his chest. His fingers found their way under Jay’s shirt, scratching at the skin there. Jay inhaled sharply, catching Sunghoon’s hand as it traced the edge of his waistband.
“Not now.” Jay’s hand slid up to Sunghoon’s throat, not squeezing, just holding, like he was grounding himself. “Not yet.” His thumb brushed over Sunghoon’s pulse point, slow, deliberate.
Jake’s teeth nicked his skin again, a reminder and a warning all in one. Sunghoon dropped his hands from Jay’s body, his breath stuttering. He should resist–should push back just a little–but his body betrayed him, leaning into Jay’s grip, into Jake’s heat. Fingers turned his head to the side. Jake’s eyes were dark as he tugged on the helm of Sunghoon’s shirt, the question written clearly across his face but Sunghoon wanted Jake to say it.
“What?” He whispered.
Jake made a small amused sound against Sunghoon’s flushed skin, “Can I take your shirt off, Hoonie?”
“Please,” Sunghoon hadn’t meant for it to come out as desperate as it sounded, but it was all at once hitting him how much he needed them too. For them to touch him, hold him, erase the day with their hands, their mouths, anything they were willing to give him. Jay hummed, twisting his finger around the bottom of Sunghoon’s shirt, teasing, testing. Then, they pulled away.
Sunghoon felt like he was thrown off-center without Jay and Jake to ground him to his spot. He stood still, swaying slightly, like a ship without an anchor. Jay ran a single finger from his covered shoulder to his bare wrist. Sunghoon leaned into the barely-there touch with a small sigh.
Jay nodded toward the bed and Sunghoon hesitated, weight shifting between his feet. His body ached for them, but something about the distance between them now felt heavier, charged. Still, his feet moved before his mind caught up. Two steps.
The mattress dipped beneath him as he crawled onto it, settling back against his hands. He swallowed hard, breathing shallow. He had nowhere to go now. And maybe that was the point. He looked back at them, breath catching in his throat.
Jay had Jake’s head tilted back, his mouth biting at the skin of Jake’s jaw. Jake’s hands gripped the front of Jay’s shirt, pulling him as close as he could get.
“Jay,” Jake gasped.
Jay chuckled, “Yeah, baby?”
Jake’s hands tore at Jay’s shirt but Jay carefully uncurled his hands. He turned Jake around and Sunghoon locked eyes with him. Jake’s hands were flexing intermittently again, like he didn’t know what to do with them. Jay kissed the area right below Jake’s ear, his hands no longer visible underneath Jake’s shirt. Sunghoon’s breathing was unsteady in his chest.
Jake’s head turned towards Jay as he murmured something against Jake’s skin, something Sunghoon couldn’t hear over the pounding in his ears. Jake nodded, sharp, uncoordinated and Jay released him. He stumbled towards Sunghoon, who leaned up to meet him half-way but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Jake looked—felt calmer the moment he came in contact with Sunghoon and he gave him a small smile, pushing him down onto his back. Sunghoon stretched out underneath Jake as he rucked up his shirt. His breath was hot over the skin of Sunghoon’s hip and Sunghoon arched into it.
Jake breathed out a small laugh, low and amused. “You forgot, didn’t you?” He waited, letting the words settle, letting Sunghoon feel them. Then—sharp, deliberate—he bit down, hard enough to make Sunghoon jolt, a curse slipping past his lips. Jake hummed against his skin, satisfied. “Don’t worry—we’ll fix that.”
His hands gripped the sides of Sunghoon’s waist but Sunghoon couldn’t tell if it was just for the sake of contact or to hold him still. His hands were everywhere, scratching his nails down his chest, his sides, kissing across his stomach, engulfing Sunghoon entirely in flames.
He hissed at the heat when Jake licked a straight path up his abs. His hands dropped to Jake’s head for something to hold on to, but he met resistance.
Jay caught Sunghoon’s wrists, gathering them easily in his own and pressing them into the mattress above his head. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was unyielding. Sunghoon exhaled shakily, testing the hold—only for Jay’s fingers to tighten, a silent warning. Sunghoon tugged again and when they didn’t budge Jay just looked down at him, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips.
Sunghoon could feel Jake move upward. He dropped a kiss on his navel, his ribs, the center of his chest, stopping once to bite down on Sunghoon’s nipple teasingly. He reached Sunghoon’s collarbone and stopped there, sucking a mark into the dips of the bone. He added two more identical ones to the hollow of Sunghoon’s throat before sitting back on Sunghoon’s thighs. His face was smug, satisfied as he looked down at Sunghoon, tracing his fingers over the already dark marks just to watch Sunghoon squirm.
Jay smoothed his thumb over the sensitive skin of Sunghoon’s inner wrists, leaning down to press feather light kisses to Sunghoon’s neck.
Sunghoon trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. His breaths were coming out in huffs. He looked up at Jake who seemed momentarily star-struck. His eyes were even darker than they had been a few moments ago, his hands that rested on Sunghoon’s waist had a small tremor.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He breathed out finally, crashing his lips against Sunghoon’s. It was desperate, needy, Jake was everywhere and it was too much and not enough all at the same time. They parted only so that Jay could pull Sunghoon’s shirt fully over his head, the pressure of his touch leaving for a moment. Jake licked into his mouth, biting at his lips, wholly consuming Sunghoon as he burned.
Sunghoon's hips kicked up automatically when Jake’s hand brushed over the front of his sweatpants. Jake grinned into the kiss, keeping his hand tantalizingly light over Sunghoon.
Jake’s teasing touch had Sunghoon arching into him, desperate for more pressure, more friction—more of them. But before he could chase it, Jay’s grip on his wrists tightened. Not harsh, but firm enough to remind him that he was not in control.
“Easy,” Jay murmured against his throat, his voice low, steady—commanding. He dragged his lips up the column of Sunghoon’s neck, lingering just below his ear. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.”
Sunghoon’s breath stuttered, his body caught between burning up under Jake’s mouth and melting under Jay’s hands. His pulse jumped when Jay finally let go of one of his wrists, only to trace slow, deliberate fingers down his chest, ghosting over Jake’s marks like he was appraising them.
Jake made a noise in the back of his throat, his lips still brushing Sunghoon’s jaw. “We should give him more,” he said, half a question, half a challenge.
Jay looked like he was considering and Sunghoon resisted the impulse to squirm. Jay’s hand slipped lower, nails dragging just enough to make Sunghoon shiver. “You’re right,” he agreed, a wicked smirk curling at the edges of his mouth. “He’s still so restless. We can do better than that.”
Jake shuddered at the words, his fingers flexing against Sunghoon’s waist like he was fighting the urge to move faster, to do more. Jay noticed, smirking as he dragged his hand down the center of Sunghoon’s chest, his touch featherlight. He traced over the marks Jake had left, pressing down just enough to make Sunghoon suck in a sharp breath.
Jay’s grip tightened—not punishing, but firm, grounding. “Breathe, Hoon.” His voice dipped, the command threading through Sunghoon like fire in his veins.
Jake let out a quiet curse, watching the way Sunghoon reacted, completely at their mercy. He leaned down, brushing his lips over Sunghoon’s stomach, his tongue flicking out just to feel the way Sunghoon twitched under the attention.
J ay took advantage of the distraction, shifting his hold so that Sunghoon was fully beneath him, Jake caged between them. “Slow down,” Jay murmured, and though it was directed at Jake, Sunghoon felt the weight of it too.
Jay slid his hands down, skimming Sunghoon’s sides, slow and purposeful, savoring the way Sunghoon’s body tensed, anticipating, waiting. “We’re not rushing this.”
Jake exhaled shakily, nodding as he let Jay guide him, let him dictate the pace. Sunghoon, caught between them, felt like he was standing at the edge of something overwhelming, something inevitable.
Jay smirked, eyes dark as he leaned in, his breath hot against Sunghoon’s ear. “Now, let’s see if we can make you beg for it.”
Sunghoon bit down a whimper; he had a feeling it wouldn’t take very long at all. Sunghoon carefully and slowly placed his hands on Jake’s thighs. Jay watched him but didn’t seem to disapprove so Sunghoon ran his palms up to Jake’s hips and back down to his knees. Jay’s hands moved from Sunghoon’s waist, trailing up, his mouth rough on the skin of Jake’s neck. Jake gasped, his body bowing to Jay’s lips, his tongue, his hand that dragged Jake’s shirt up his chest. Bright red marks littered wherever Jay’s mouth wondered and very quickly Jake was bare from the waist up. Sunghoon’s hands twitched on Jake’s thighs and he heard Jay laugh—low, sweet.
“You can touch.” Was all he said.
That was all the permission Sunghoon needed to run his fingers up the expanse of Jake’s chest, tracing over the muscle and skin he’s known for years. Jake’s breath hitched under Sunghoon’s fingers. His eyes fluttered closed for a second, lips parting like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
Jay leaned down, his voice brushing against the shell of Jake’s ear, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
J ake nodded, shaky, like the heat was short-circuiting his ability to think. Sunghoon’s hands flattened against his stomach, sliding up to cup his sides. He felt Jake tremble under his touch and it did something to him—lit something warm and heady in his chest.
Jay shifted closer, one hand still firm around Sunghoon’s wrist, the other sliding slowly down Jake’s spine. “You’re doing so well for us, baby,” he murmured, not quite to Jake, not quite to Sunghoon—like it was for both of them.
Jake’s fingers curled into the sheets. “Jay…”
“Shh,” Jay soothed, pressing a kiss just under Jake’s jaw.
Sunghoon’s mouth went dry. He looked up at Jay, who met his gaze steadily, like he was checking in. Sunghoon swallowed and nodded once. Jay smiled, soft and approving.
“Kiss him,” Jay said, his voice quiet but commanding.
Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and kissed Jake gently at first, then deeper when Jake opened up to him—desperate, grateful, greedy. Jake's hands came up to hold Sunghoon's face, sinking into it as Jay trailed kisses down his back, his hands never stopping, never letting either of them drift too far.
The heat pulsed between them—slow and steady and inevitable. The kiss deepened—Sunghoon barely registered when Jake’s hands moved from his face to his waist, pulling him in until there was no space left between them. Their mouths moved like they’d been starved for this, for each other.
Jake’s hands gripped tighter, his breath ragged. “Jay—” he gasped, like he needed something, like he didn’t know what to do with how overwhelmed he felt.
“I’ve got you,” Jay murmured, then pressed his mouth to the back of Jake’s neck, biting down.
Jake moaned, low and raw. Sunghoon swallowed the sound, pulling Jake down again and pushing his tongue past his teeth.
Jay’s hands slid between them, separating Jake and Sunghoon just enough to pull at the waistband of Sunghoon’s sweats. “Off,” he said simply, and Sunghoon lifted his hips, letting Jake help drag the fabric down until they were gone, left somewhere on the floor.
Jay leaned back just enough to look them both over—Jake shirtless, flushed, lips bitten red; Sunghoon, bare and shaking under the heat of their attention.
“There you are,” Jay said, voice low and pleased, like the sight of them was something he’d earned. “That’s better.”
Jake sat back on Sunghoon’s thighs again, but this time his fingers dug in with more purpose. “He’s still shaking.”
“Good,” Jay said, settling behind him again, wrapping one arm around Jake’s waist while his other hand slid back over Sunghoon’s chest. “Let him feel it.”
Sunghoon gasped at the sensation of both of them on him—Jake’s mouth on his neck, Jay’s hand trailing lower. His body arched involuntarily. He couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began, just knew he was burning alive under all of it.
“Look at him,” Jake said, voice somewhere between reverent and wrecked. “So pretty like this.”
“He’s ours,” Jay said, pressing his lips to Jake’s shoulder.
Jake let out a low sound, his hips bucking forward against Sunghoon’s, catching them both off guard. Sunghoon gasped, the friction between them striking a match he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Careful,” Jay murmured, one arm slinking around Jake’s waist to pull him back just slightly, his other hand pressing flat against Sunghoon’s chest. “Don’t get greedy.”
“But he feels—” Jake started, voice already unsteady.
“I know how he feels.” Jay leaned down, pressing his lips against Sunghoon’s collarbone, biting into the flesh until Sunghoon hissed and Jake groaned above him. “Let’s enjoy it, yeah?”
Jay guided Jake back down, his palm splayed over the small of Jake’s back, keeping him there as Jake returned his mouth to Sunghoon’s skin. But now there was rhythm—intent—as if Jay had flicked a switch and Jake was just following the pull of it.
Sunghoon’s hands drifted again—tentative at first, then surer—as he smoothed them over the planes of Jake’s chest, fingers brushing against the sharp cut of his hip bones. Jake hissed between his teeth, shuddering.
“More,” Jake muttered.
Jay clicked his tongue, amused. “You’ll take what I give you.”
And then Jay kissed Sunghoon, hard—finally—and everything seemed to crack open. His hand slid into Sunghoon’s hair, angling his head just how he wanted, mouth hot and claiming. Jake was still moving against him, grinding slowly, and the overstimulation had Sunghoon shaking, caught in the friction of their mouths, their hands, their heat.
Jay’s hand tightened in Sunghoon’s hair, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss—slow and devouring, like he had all the time in the world to take him apart piece by piece. Sunghoon moaned against his mouth, bucking up into Jake, who was dragging his hips deliberately, rolling them like he wanted to feel everything.
“Look at you,” Jay murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice hoarse, rough with want. His thumb dragged across Sunghoon’s swollen bottom lip. “You’ll cum from just this?”
Sunghoon didn’t answer—couldn’t. His head tipped back against the mattress, eyes fluttering shut, chest heaving. Jake’s lips were on his throat again, tongue circling the sensitive marks he’d left behind, and Jay’s hands were moving—everywhere—palming his chest, ghosting along his stomach, tracing patterns onto his inner thighs without yet committing.
“You remember how to beg, Hoon?” Jay asked, low and dangerous against his ear.
Sunghoon whimpered. “Yes.”
Jake chuckled against his skin, breath hot. “Then show us.”
“I—” Sunghoon shuddered when Jay’s fingers finally moved up. Just a brush. Just enough to make his thighs tense. “Please.”
“Hmmm. Doesn’t quite sound like you want it, baby.”
Sunghoon opened his mouth again but Jay wrapped his hand loosely around his cock, making his cut off with a gasp. “Please, Jay, I need—touch me. Please–I can’t–”
Jay smiled, slow and satisfied, and rewarded him with a firmer touch. His grip curled around him—teasing, not tight enough. Sunghoon bucked into it, but Jay tsked and pinned his hips down with his other hand.
“You don’t get to take,” Jay whispered, dragging his lips down the line of Sunghoon’s throat. “You get what we give you.”
And Jake was there again, kissing down Sunghoon’s chest, tongue flicking over his nipple, teeth scraping hard enough to make him jump. Sunghoon writhed between them, caught in the unbearable tension of being touched everywhere but still aching for more.
Jay leaned in, eyes locked on Sunghoon’s flushed, pleading face as he said, “Tell us what you want.”
Sunghoon’s voice was wrecked. “You. Both of you. Please—I want—need—”
Jake’s mouth met his again, swallowing the rest of the sentence. Jay’s hand moved—just slightly firmer now—thumbing at the head and Sunghoon broke into pieces under them, all jagged edges and fire.
Jake shifted on his lap, and somewhere through the haze, Sunghoon heard Jay’s voice: “ Hips up, love. ”
When Jake settled again, all Sunghoon could feel was bare skin —hot, flushed, bare skin. The contrast made his breath catch.
It didn’t escape him that Jay was still fully clothed—simple: a cotton t-shirt, soft sweatpants. But those layers felt like a wall. Too much. Too far.
Sunghoon wanted him—all of him. Pressed tight against every curve and dip of his body, close enough that even sunlight couldn’t slip between them. He broke the kiss with Jake just enough to turn his head.
“Jay,” he whispered, voice rough, “ please .”
Jay’s features softened. He reached out, palming Sunghoon’s cheek. “I’ll give you what you want. Don’t worry.”
He pulled his shirt up and over his head and Sunghoon felt relief flood through him like breath returning to starved lungs. He reached to touch—then paused, eyes flicking up to Jay’s.
Seeking permission. Still asking. Still waiting.
Jay’s gaze didn’t waver. “Come here,” he murmured, leaning down, pressing his forehead gently against Sunghoon’s.
His hand slid down from Sunghoon’s cheek, slow and steady, grazing over his neck, his collarbone, then down to rest flat against his chest. His touch wasn’t demanding—just there, like an anchor.
“You’re doing so well,” Jay whispered, kissing the corner of Sunghoon’s mouth. His voice was low, warm, threading into the quiet like silk. “Let us take care of you.”
Jay’s fingers laced with Sunghoon’s, guiding his hands up to his own shoulders, letting Sunghoon touch, explore, map out the new skin he’d been aching to feel. Jay kissed him, gentle but deep—possessive in a quiet, bone-deep way.
Jake stayed close, his hand still tracing circles against Sunghoon’s side, but now his gaze flicked between the two of them, like watching a tether re-tie itself.
“Let go for us,” Jay said against his lips, the kind of promise that made Sunghoon’s lungs feel too tight to use. He waited for a moment, lingering, before his attention drifted to Jake. Jake, who sat there patiently, twisting his hands together, his eyes darting between them. Jay reached for him and it was the first time Sunghoon could call his grip gentle. He kissed Jake’s lips, nothing more, no teeth or tongue and the tension in Jake’s shoulder line dissipated.
He nosed at the marks he left on Jake’s neck, his shoulders, murmuring into warm skin, “What do you want, Jakey?”
“You—Hoon, please. Need it.” His voice tapered off into a whisper, his fingers curling into the waistband of Jay’s sweats, impatient.
Jay shook his head in what looked like fond exasperation as Jake took the opportunity to shove Jay’s pants the rest of the way down his legs and wrap his hand around Jay’s hardened cock, pumping leisurely.
Jay sighed through his nose, leaning in to drag his tongue over the length of Jake’s throat. “How about this, baby?” Jake paused. “You and Hoonie go first, then I’ll have him after. How does that sound?” His eyes slid to Sunghoon who could do nothing but nod desperately. Jake whined, hands reaching for Sunghoon and Jay, like he was trying to meld them all together.
Jay laughed low in his throat before kissing Jake’s cheek and nudging him towards Sunghoon. Jake was clambering into his lap in seconds and Sunghoon was just grateful for the contact, for the feel of Jake’s skin against his own again. He kissed his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth until Jake got impatient and just slammed their lips together so hard it was almost bruising.
In the corner of his eye he saw Jay reach for the lube they kept in the side dresser next to the bed, uncapping it with a click . He saw Jay’s hand land flat against Jake’s spine, pushing forward until Sunghoon fell back, Jake hovering over him. Jake pulled away first, breaking off with a gasp and Sunghoon’s fingers clenched against his waist. Sunghoon drew up one hand to brush Jake’s hair off his forehead, trying to memorize every twitch of pleasure that showed on his face.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, almost without meaning to. Jake whined again, hips pushing back against Jay’s hand.
Jay looked up, free hand squeezing Jake’s waist, “Easy, love, you need to be still.”
Jake huffed but stopped moving and Sunghoon could tell when Jay added a second finger just based on the way Jake’s eyes fluttered closed, his head falling to lean against Sunghoon’s chest.
“ Fuck, Jay, please,”
Sunghoon cupped Jake’s jaw, bringing his face back up to watch every micro-movement, “Feels good?”
Jake didn’t respond with words, just moaned low in his throat, jolting forward when Jay curled his fingers just right. Jay hummed, pressing the hand not moving flat against Jake’s back, “You’re doing so well, Jakey. Almost done.”
Jake looked like he was ready to sob at the words. His eyes were already glassy, a flush spread high on his cheeks, reaching past his chest. He looked wrecked. And Sunghoon hadn’t even gotten his hands on him yet.
There was a slick sound of more lube, then Jake fell forward, his hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets, “Oh fuck.”
Sunghoon hooked his chin over Jake’s trembling shoulder and caught Jay’s eye, who looked far too fond for the activity at hand. He leaned forward, kissed the knobs of Jake’s spine as he worked his fingers in and out, occasionally twisting them, making Jake spasm.
When he finally pulled back Jake let out a whimper and Jay was quick to return his touch, caressing Jake’s sides, kissing the back of his neck, murmuring how well he did, how he was going to get what he wanted now. Sunghoon pressed a kiss to Jake’s temple as Jay eased him back, leaning him against his chest again.
Jay watched him for a moment and Sunghoon jumped, hissing when Jay wrapped a hand around his cock, covering him in lube. “Make him feel good.” He whispered before helping Jake sit up enough to line himself up with Sunghoon and sink down.
Sunghoon’s back arched, his hands flying to Jake’s waist as he tried to think beyond the heat fogging his brain. Jake’s head landed on Jay’s shoulder, his entire body melting, as if all the strength was drained from him.
Jay bit at his throat teasingly and Jake whined. “Come on, Jakey, show him how much you need him, hmm?”
Jake moaned, his hands coming to brace against Sunghoon’s chest as he lifted himself up carefully before dropping down again. Sunghoon cursed, nails leaving indents on the skin of Jake’s waist but that only seemed to spur him on. Jay drifted to sit across from them, his eyes dark, hungry as they watched Jake’s hips meet Sunghoons, the way Jake’s head was tossed back or how Sunghoon squeezed his eyes closed.
Jake reached for him and Jay offered him his hand, which he cradled to his chest, even as he leaned down to lick into Sunghoon’s mouth. Sunghoon moaned, cupping Jake’s jaw to angle them better, running his tongue over Jake’s fangs that had peaked out at some point, relishing in the full body shiver he got and the moan he swallowed.
“You feel so good,” Sunghoon rasped in the limited space between them, gasping when Jake clenched down on him in response. When Jake slowed, Sunghoon took the opportunity, flipping them over and driving into Jake. Jake yelled his name, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling Sunghoon as close as possible.
Jake dragged his nails down Sunghoon’s back, making him hiss. “Deeper, please.”
Sunghoon obliged, gripping one of Jake’s thighs as leverage, punching little gasps and moans out of the boy beneath him. Jake’s back arched, baring his throat to Sunghoon, who happily took the offering.
“Hoon, Jay, please!” Jake gasped.
Jay inched closer, two fingers coming up to pinch Jake’s nipple, “Let go.”
Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as he came between them. Sunghoon shuddered, stilling as Jake clenched down on him. He ran his hands through Jake’s hair, waiting until Jake opened his eyes to pull out, murmuring a small apology when the other boy winced.
Jake was trembling, small, beautiful aftershocks that rippled through him as he slumped against the mattress, breath catching on every exhale. Jay was there in seconds. He didn’t speak at first, just reached out—hand on Jake’s jaw, turning his head to the side, thumb stroking softly.
“Hey,” Jay whispered, voice warm now, smooth, “You did so good for us.”
Jake made a small noise, turning his head into the crook of Jay’s elbow. Jay smiled, soft, softer than Sunghoon had seen so far, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of Jake’s head, then on his cheekbone.
“Breathe, baby,” Another kiss, “Just like that. I’ve got you.”
Jake’s hands were still fisted in the sheets but the tension was fading slowly. Jay coaxed him away from his arm, just enough to cradle his face, wiping a damp strand of hair away with the back of his hand.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He murmured, “Every time.”
Jake blinked up at him, dazed and flushed and golden. Jay smiled, brushed a thumb under his eye and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. His gaze slid to Sunghoon, to where his fingers traced invisible patterns into the skin of Jake’s hip, his touch constant.
Sunghoon’s hand stayed at Jake’s hip, but his eyes were locked on Jay—on the way his fingers moved so gently, brushing through Jake’s hair, the way his mouth softened for Jake alone. He ached for it, ached for it in a way that made his skin feel too tight.
Jay looked up slowly, like he could hear Sunghoon’s thoughts. Their eyes met and just like that, Sunghoon couldn’t breathe. Jay’s gaze raked over him—his chest, his hands, the way he was still a little too tense.
“You were patient,” Jay said, voice dropping.
Sunghoon swallowed, “He needed it.”
“He did.” Jay inched closer, kneeling between Sunghoon’s legs. “But you? You need something else, no?” Sunghoon’s breath hitched and Jay leaned in until his mouth was beside Sunghoon’s ear, “I’m going to remind you exactly why I marked you first.”
Jay had him flat against the mattress in seconds, one knee between his thighs, hands braced on either side of Sunghoon’s head. The weight of him, the way he looked down like he was reading every reaction of Sunghoon’s body before taking it, made Sunghoon tremble—and Jay hadn’t even touched him yet.
He reached up, fingers light against Jay’s skin, like he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop needing to touch. Jay stilled, slowly, deliberately, bringing one hand up to cradle Sunghoon’s jaw.
“You’re already clinging,” He murmured, lips brushing just above Sunghoon’s eyebrow. “You missed this that much?”
Sunghoon whimpered, throat bobbing as he nodded.
Jay hummed, pulling back a bit to look at him, “Words, Hoonie.”
“Yes.” Sunghoon tugged at Jay’s shoulders, desperate to feel more of his skin and Jay obliged, leaning down to kiss him, slow, deep, his tongue sliding against Sunghoon’s in a way that unraveled him instantly. Sunghoon gasped into it, his hips kicking up for friction and Jay caught him, one hand pinning his waist down like he owned every shiver.
“You’re so sensitive,” Jay whispered against his mouth, “Did Jake wind you up that good, or is that all for me?”
Sunghoon turned his face, panting, fingers flexing against Jay’s shoulders, “You. Always you.”
Jay’s breath hitched, just for a second, then his mouth was at Sunghoon’s neck, licking over places that still ached with bite marks. He kissed and bit until Sunghoon was writhing beneath him, too wound up to stay still, hands fluttering between Jay’s arms, chest, waist, just desperate for more .
“Stay still.” Jay said.
“I can’t,” Sunghoon breathed, “Please—Jay, I—”
“I know.” Jay’s hand dipped lower and Sunghoon jumped at the cold press of lube at his entrance. He hadn’t even seen Jay reach for the bottle. Jay kissed his shoulder as he slid in his first finger. Sunghoon gasped, clenching down on it experimentally and Jay stilled.
“Relax, baby.”
Sunghoon allowed the tension to melt from his limbs and Jay pumped his finger shallowly as a reward. It was slow, bordering on teasing and not nearly enough but it still had Sunghoon panting and clutching Jay closer.
“You’re not holding anything back, are you?” Jay asked softly and Sunghoon choked on his answer when Jay added a second finger, twisting his fingers just right. The stretch was familiar, his body accustomed to Jay’s fingers, the burn they brought, but still, Sunghoon needed him. Needed all of him.
His back arched, nails scratching down the sides of Jay’s arms, “Need you. Please. Want you–inside, now.”
Jay paused, fingers stilling, like he wanted to hear it again.
Sunghoon bit back a whimper, all the strength left in his limbs leaving him at once. “Jay. Please.”
Jay kissed the words right off his mouth, one hand guiding his thigh up, “You’ll get me,” He said, almost tender, “I’m going to make sure you feel me for days.”
Sunghoon gasped, loud, desperate and Jay swallowed it, body pressing down, before finally giving Sunghoon what he’d been begging for.
Sunghoon couldn’t tell if his thoughts were running too fast or too slow, or if they were running at all. The only thing his mind seemed to supply him with was how full he felt. How good he felt with Jay being everywhere, like there was no piece of him left untouched.
Jay remained still, watching, waiting until Sunghoon began rocking his hips down, struggling to find the words to tell Jay to just fucking move already.
He pulled out until just the tip held Sunghoon open, then he pushed in, slow and steady, and Sunghoon gasped—high and broken, eyes flying open. His back arched, whole body bowing like a string pulled taut. Jay didn’t move. Just watched him—watched his body take it, adjust, and want more.
Jay didn’t ease into it, once Sunghoon had taken him fully, once the shaking had eased into something that more closely resembled hunger, Jay moved. His hips snapped forward, slow, deep and Sunghoon could feel him everywhere.
“God–” Sunghoon gasped, legs twitching where they were hooked around Jay’s hips. “Jay–please, please–”
Jay caught his hands and pressed them into the mattress above his head, pinning him down. “Shhh,” he murmured, his voice dark and calm, “I got you.”
Sunghoon was already unraveling, his whole body straining up for more. Jay set the pace—smooth, steady thrusts that went deep , each one measured, relentless. Like he was trying to leave a message behind in Sunghoon’s bones.
“You’re taking me so well,” Jay whispered, bending down to mouth at Sunghoon’s throat. “Look at you—like you were made for this.”
Heat coiled in Sunghoon’s stomach, pulling tighter and tighter until Sunghoon thought he was going to burst at the seams. Then Jay slowed, almost like he could hear Sunghoon’s thoughts, his hips stilling until he was barely moving. Sunghoon let out a sob, hands trying to gain enough leverage to push down but Jay held him still, brushing away stray tears with his thumb. He cooed softly, leaning down to graze his nose up the hollow of Sunghoon’s throat.
“Jay–Jay, please, please.”
Jay pulled out slowly and Sunghoon let out another cry, reaching to grab him and Jay let him, kissing right below his ear, “Turn over for me, baby.”
Sunghoon flipped over, with Jay’s assistance, but before he could push up Jay’s hand landed heavily on the back of his neck, forcing his chest into the mattress. Sunghoon squirmed, pushing back and Jay let out a low laugh.
“You can take more, right, Hoonie?”
Sunghoon gasped, shivering under his touch, at the feeling of Jay sliding right where he needed him but never pushing in. “Jay–”
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before Jay was pushing in again, just as slow as before and Sunghoon was ready to rip his hair out. His mind felt clouded, like stringing a sentence together required too much energy, energy Sunghoon didn’t have. Then a hand ran through his hair, cutting through the fog of more, more, more.
“Don’t be mean.” Jake chidded.
Jay hummed, rocking his hips forward slightly. “I’m not. You know he likes it when we make him beg.”
Sunghoon couldn’t see Jake but he felt the hand he had in his hair run down the center of his spine, “You’re so pretty like this.” He murmured.
Sunghoon’s whine was cut off when Jay snapped his hips forward, scrambling Sunghoon’s thoughts completely. He couldn’t think of much else besides Jay, the drag of him inside, the pressure of his hands on his waist, his voice in his ear. Jake cut through to his brain too, whispering about how pretty he looked, how well he was doing, doing everything he could to see Sunghoon flush, squirming against Jay’s hold. Sunghoon’s breath hitched, heat curling low in his abdomen again, his back arching and his hands twisting into the sheets.
Like he could sense it, Jay rocked his hips forward once—deep, slow—and then stilled again, buried to the hilt. Sunghoon let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a sob and a curse, trying to push back, to move , to do anything—but Jay’s hand flattened on the small of his back, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.
“Easy,” Jay murmured, voice maddeningly calm. “You’re already so close.”
“I—Jay, please—”
Jay hummed like he was thinking it over, dragging his hips back just a little and then pressing in again, just enough to make Sunghoon’s breath hitch. Sunghoon tried to speak, but it came out as a choked whimper.
Jay bent down, his chest pressing to Sunghoon’s back, mouth brushing the shell of his ear. “You want to come, don’t you?”
Sunghoon nodded frantically, his fingers fisting in the sheets.
“Then beg for it.”
He gasped—shaking, trembling—then whispered, “Please, Jay. Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”
Jay stayed right there, not moving, letting the pressure simmer between them. “Say it again.”
Sunghoon sobbed out the words, barely coherent, “Please—need to come—need you—please—”
Jake reached over then, his hand threading into Sunghoon’s, squeezing gently. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, lips brushing his temple. “So good for us.”
Jay licked up the line of Sunghoon’s throat, voice warm and dark. “You’re such a mess for me, baby. You want to come so bad—and I haven’t even given you everything yet.”
Another slow thrust, shallow and deep at once, made Sunghoon jolt, eyes squeezed shut.
“You’ll take it,” Jay murmured. “Every inch. Every word. Every time.” His hand slid to the front of Sunghoon’s throat, hauling his body up to press Sunghoon’s back to his chest. The change in pace made Sunghoon’s eyes roll back. Jake crowded in front of him, eyes bright and when he curled a hand around Sunghoon he had to bite down a scream. Fire licked in his veins and for a moment Sunghoon got light-headed, the edges of his vision darkening slightly.
“Jay—fuck, Jay—” Sunghoon sobbed, arching under the pressure. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” Jay murmured, hand curling around his hip. “And you will.”
Jay’s grip didn’t falter. He held Sunghoon upright, every thrust timed to the curl of Jake’s hand around him. Sunghoon couldn’t tell what was worse—the slow grind of Jay’s cock or the maddening, tender pressure of Jake’s thumb just beneath the head.
“You’re so close,” Jake breathed, lips brushing his cheek.
“Let go,” Jay said, low and firm. “Come for us, baby.”
That did it.
Sunghoon came with a full-body shudder, a sob torn straight from his chest. His body locked up—white heat snapping through him like lightning—and Jay held him through every second of it, driving in deep, relentless until the tension finally broke.
His knees gave out, and Jay followed him down, careful, still kissing his throat. Jake caught his face, guiding him into a soft kiss as he blinked back tears he hadn’t noticed were there.
His body was half folded onto Jake, who didn’t complain even as Sunghoon leaned into him fully, knocking him over a little. Jay huffed a small laugh, pulling out gingerly and kissing Sunghoon’s spine when he whined, words evading him entirely. He reached behind himself, still desperate for contact and Jay offered him his hand which he pulled to his chest, crushing himself in a sandwich between Jake and Jay’s bodies.
It was warm and Sunghoon had half the mind to just fall asleep right there, trapped between two of his favorite people but Jake’s voice cut through that fantasy.
“We should shower.”
Sunghoon buried his head into the crook of Jake’s neck. Maybe if they thought he was asleep, they’d let him be.
Jay’s forehead pressed to Sunghoon’s temple, his voice teasing, “Hoonie, we have to shower.”
Sunghoon blinked past the fog enough to string together, “No.” Before returning to his hiding spot in Jake’s neck.
For a moment Sunghoon had thought he’d won and just as he let his limbs meld to Jake’s he was torn away. Sunghoon yelped, squirming against Jay’s hold as he placed him in the threshold of the bathroom on shaky legs. Jay’s eyes flashed with concern and he rushed to steady him.
Sunghoon pushed his hands away, “I’m fine.” He managed.
Jay looked doubtful and in the corner of his eye Sunghoon could see Jake attempting to muffle a laugh from where he lay against the headboard. But, before either of them could say anything he turned on his heel into the bathroom, ignoring the twinge in his lower back as he did so.
Quickly, the bathroom was warm with steam, the scent of soap and water replacing everything else. Sunghoon stood beneath the spray, head tilted forward, eyes closed, letting the heat soak into his skin. He could still feel them, even now. Jay’s grip. Jake’s mouth. The weight of their need. He could hear them moving around in the bedroom, arguing about which way the sheet was supposed to go and Sunghoon even heard Jay complain that the pillow covers did not match the sheets. He laughed quietly at the pure distress in Jay’s tone. But all too soon it went quiet.
Then the door opened.
Sunghoon didn’t move, he didn’t have to. He knew who it was before fingers brushed the nape of his neck, trailing down his spine.
Jay.
A second later, a familiar warmth pressed against his back. Jake.
“You don’t have to—” Sunghoon started, but Jay’s fingers tipped his chin up, cutting him off with a look.
“Yeah, we do,” Jake murmured against his shoulder, like it was obvious.
Jay didn’t move away after tilting Sunghoon’s chin up. Instead, his gaze flicked past him—to Jake. Something unspoken passed between them.
Jake’s arms were still wrapped around Sunghoon’s waist, but he leaned in, meeting Jay halfway. The kiss was slow—not rushed, not frantic like before. Just a reassurance. A reminder. Sunghoon sunk back into Jake slightly, content to just watch.
Jake pulled back first, his breathing a little unsteady. Jay exhaled, his forehead resting against Jake’s for half a second before his gaze dropped back to Sunghoon.
“You’re still tense,” Jay noted, his hands smoothing over Sunghoon’s shoulders, gentler this time.
Sunghoon swallowed. “Hard not to be.”
Jake hummed in quiet agreement, his lips grazing the shell of Sunghoon’s ear before he pressed closer, his chest flush against Sunghoon’s back.
Jay let out a slow breath, his eyes flicking between them before his lips quirked. “Then we’ll help.”
Jay reached for the soap first, working it between his hands before gliding his palms over Sunghoon’s collarbones, down his chest. Jake’s fingers followed the path of water along his spine, his touch lingering, tracing.
Jay’s hands drifted lower, his fingers brushing over Jake’s in the process. Instead of pulling away, Jake caught his wrist, holding it there for a beat. Their eyes met and Jake’s lips curled slightly before he turned his attention back to Sunghoon, pressing a kiss just beneath his jaw.
Jay huffed a quiet laugh, but his grip on both of them didn’t waver. “Don’t disappear like that again.” It wasn’t a request.
Sunghoon nodded, voice quiet. “I won’t.”
Jake sighed against his skin before finally pulling back, just enough to meet his eyes. There was something softer there now—a flicker of relief beneath everything else.
He traced Sunghoon’s jaw with his thumb, gentler now, familiar. “Good.” Then he turned to Jay, rubbing shampoo in his hair with the same gentleness he used with Sunghoon.
Jay wrinkled his nose slightly but wrapped an arm around Jake’s waist to bring him closer as Jake meticulously rinsed the suds from his hair. Sunghoon shook his head when Jake intentionally aimed the spray of water into Jay’s face, sending him spluttering.
The bathroom was still warm, the steam curling in soft tendrils against the mirror. Sunghoon felt weightless, any and all things not involving Jay’s touch or Jake’s smile faded into the background, seemingly irrelevant.
Jake was the first to move, pulling Sunghoon back against him with easy familiarity. Jay didn’t let go either, his hands still pressed to Sunghoon’s waist, thumbs tracing faintly.
They pulled him out from underneath the spray and Sunghoon couldn’t even complain about the loss of heat, not when he still had them.
Eventually, Jay huffed a breath, nudging Sunghoon’s damp hair away from his face. “You okay?”
Sunghoon swallowed, nodding. But Jay didn’t let that slide. A second later, Sunghoon felt a familiar tug at his wrist. He let Jay guide him to sit on the closed toilet lid, barely processing until a warm towel was pressed into his hands.
Jay crouched in front of him, meeting his eyes. “Try again.”
Jake was quieter, but his presence was just as loud, kneeling beside Jay, resting a palm over Sunghoon’s knee.
Sunghoon breathed them in. Their warmth, their steadiness. The way neither of them had left his side. He exhaled. “I’m okay.”
Jake’s lips curved against his shoulder before he leaned in, pressing a kiss there. “Good.”
Jay watched them, something unreadable in his gaze before he sighed through his nose and flicked water at Jake’s face.
Jake flinched, jerking back. “What the hell?”
Jay’s smirk was lazy. “You were getting too soft.”
Jake scoffed, rubbing his face dry with the towel before smirking right back. “And you weren’t?”
Sunghoon watched them, something warm unfurling in his chest—something steady, something safe. He watched Jake’s eyes dart to the towel in his hands before tackling Jay to the ground, towel over his head. Jay yelped and when Jake finally relented Jay’s head popped up, hair static and sticking up at all ends, looking like an electrocuted dandelion.
Jake burst out laughing, pointing a finger and nearly toppling over with the force of it, “You look so stupid.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Sunghoon blinked and Jay was on Jake, roughly rubbing his hair with a towel. When Jake popped up, disgruntled, his hair a matching puff-ball they paused. Then, slowly, they turned to Sunghoon, grins pulling at their lips.
Sunghoon scooted back, holding up his hands, “No. Don’t even think about–” He never got to finish his sentence.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the walls.
Sunghoon sat at the edge of the bed, toying with the hem of the oversized shirt Jay had tossed at him. It smelled like fresh detergent, but beneath that, it was just… them; warm, familiar, home.
Jake walked back in first, patting down his still damp hair, his usual confidence softened by the quiet air between them. He didn’t say anything, just crawled into bed without hesitation, tugging Sunghoon down with him.
Sunghoon let himself be pulled, shifting so Jake could wrap an arm around his waist. Jay joined a moment later, flipping off the lamp before settling on Sunghoon’s other side.
The blankets rustled as Jay reached over, brushing his fingers through Sunghoon’s still-drying hair. The touch was easy, unhurried—like there was no rush to claim him, because he was already theirs.
Jake shifted, tucking his face against the curve of Sunghoon’s shoulder. “Tired?”
Sunghoon hummed. Not quite .
Jay leaned back against the pillows, his hand still moving lazily through Sunghoon’s hair. “You should be.”
Sunghoon let out a quiet laugh, eyes fluttering shut at the soothing motion. “Not my fault you two—”
Jay pinched his waist. “Go to sleep,” he muttered, but the warmth in his voice betrayed him.
Jake only huffed a laugh, already comfortable against Sunghoon’s side. His breathing evened out first, his body molding into Sunghoon’s like second nature.
Sunghoon could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the familiar rhythm calming in a way he hadn’t realized he needed.
Jay was quieter, still awake, his fingers tracing light circles against Sunghoon’s hip. His presence was always heavier, steadier—but never suffocating.
Sunghoon blinked up at him, voice softer now. “You’re still awake.”
Jay’s eyes flicked down to him, something unreadable in his expression. “So are you.”
Sunghoon didn’t answer right away, shifting to face Jay, his fingers pulling at a strand of hair that was starting to curl lightly. Jay’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the barely-there touch. When his eyes opened again they were soft and Sunghoon was struck by an image of Jay back when they had first met, when they were still so young, innocent.
Jay pushed closer, enough that they were sharing the same breath of air, “You always used to look at me like that.”
Sunghoon smiled, curling a hand around Jay’s jaw to press a kiss to his forehead, “Still do. Always will.”
“I know.” Jay whispered, tucking his head under Sunghoon’s chin.
Sunghoon let out a sigh through his nose. He let himself be held, let Jake press closer, let Jay’s lips find the old scar on his throat. Outside, the sun rose. Inside, for just a minute, it felt like nothing could touch them. He could protect this. All of it. No matter the cost.