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The New Ult Kpop Ship (apparently) :

So, this is actually going viral on twitter right now - the EXO-L x ARMY ship

Feel free to check out the comment thread which is pretty damn hilarious and mostly Armys and Aeris flirting with each other, lol

For instance :

It’s a pretty happening environment there so I suggest to enjoy it while it lasts because I’m hella sure people are going to turn this into something very ugly by the next morning. ^.^

Also, don’t forget to reblog if your blog is kpop friendly and you do not believe in fanwars whatsoever. (don’t hate on this post. it’s pointless.)❤

Jikook smut rec pt. 2

two sides; same story by namjoone

Registered Alpha by Little_Dimples

thigh highs by graesun

good boy by boyish

dirty laundry by wordcouture

Stupid Batteries by Zelupsi

set my love on fire by astrochild

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Charmander

look here (because soon you’ll want me) by graesun

lux in lupus by orphan_account

talking body by empressium

😂😂😂👌

Stream it y'all 🙏🙏🙏

Ring ding dong~🔔🔔🔔

Its so beautiful....❤

From Now On - Jonghyun english lyrics + memories of each member with jonghyun ❤︎ 

password: SHINee

it’s been weeks since i started obsessing over the filming locations of the series trying to figure out if the Theerapanyakul mansion is in fact a hotel or a mix of more locations like hotels + luxury apartments and whatnot and i don’t know maybe someone got there first maybe everyone already know but i didn’t until today so i went all out cosplaying kim trying to find the location wandering around bangkok with google maps like a real pro kim would be so proud 

so,,, we all already knew from the trailer that the mansion should be located in front of the Deutsche Bank building but i didn’t think that the sets for the mansion would be there as well i kinda took for granted that they would take outdoor footage and then they would be filming elsewhere mostly because of budget 

then in episode 5 while kinn and his father are playing chess we get to see a different building on the background that is the Mahatun Plaza and in the picture below you can see both the Mahatun Plaza and the Deutsche Bank building in the background while the pool is the same pool where we got mermaid!porsche and the doors on the sides are located where we see arm, pol, pete and porsche coming back home after the nights out with Tankhun and where in episode 5 we see porsche coming back home and finding kinn in the lounge asleep

watching that second building with its name right on the front i finally decided to go on my little quest on google maps trying find where they filmed AND I ACTUALLY FOUND IT! it’s a hotel and it’s called Rosewood Bangkok and i actually got that it’s the one because when you search for it on google images the first picture that appears is the one with the pool from this scene with tankhun and you can even see the Deutsche Bank building in the backgroud as well in both pictures

i later went on the hotel’s website as one does (also because i wanted to know how much booking a room would cost but unfortunately you can’t make reservations at the moment) and i found some other pictures of the places we’ve already seen in the episodes aired so far 

EXHIBIT A: the entrance we see at the very beginning of the series that is the same as we see in episode 2 when porsche has his elegant catwalk

EXHIBIT B: the infamous lounge that we see while the two families are having their meeting (and it is the same that we see in episode 1 when kinn comes back home after failing to get porsche to accept the job and he finds his father and chan playing chess) 

EXHIBIT C: this some sort of bar/private lounge where in episode 2 chan reports back about porsche failing the tests to kinn

also on the website you can actually virtually walk in the rooms and there’s a virtual tour for kinn’s suite too which is more like an apartment and we have: 

the lounge/living room that we see in episode 1 when kinn says to porsche ‘your life is mine now’ for the first time and behind there’s the couch where in episode 2 when kinn’s reading that book about coffee and tankhun asks him to switch bodyguards

the bathtub scene in episode 3 when kinn rejects the company of his friend because he’s still thinking about what happened to porsche when he was shot

the infamous condom+lube scene in episode 4 when we see kinn’s bedroom

the aftermath of the kiss in episode 4 

and finally the scene in episode 5 when porsche asks permission to go with thankun to kinn 

(also lol i think i’m pretty certain that kinn’s apartment in the mansion is the same as So from Our Days for those who are watching)

i can’t find more pictures of the inside of the hotel so i don’t know if the bit where we see the elevator is in this hotel or if it is another location but i’m pretty sure it’s all in there + i don’t think that the zone of the mansion where’s the koi pond is in the same hotel but it could be i guess  

lol i’ll leave the link to the visual tour of kinn’s room if anyone’s interested: https://www.rosewoodhotels.com/en/bangkok/accommodation/houses/bannakarn-house 

Onew Confession Smut

Finally, I’ve written the Onew request! Enjoy!

>> HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! - [Y/N] 09:57

You pressed the send button and smiled to yourself, taking another sip of your favourite morning tea and taking a bite of your toast. You hoped that today would be a lucky day, not just for your best friend Onew, but for yourself, too.

>> 고맙습니다! See you soon? :P - Onew 09:59

>> Yeah. Meet at the park? I’ll be on our bench in an hour. - [Y/N] 10:00

Jinki had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He was the one person who had always been there for you. He always knew how to cheer you up, and was the most caring person you could ever think of. You did everything together. But, in the last few months, you’d realised that the feelings you felt for Jinki wasn’t just friendship. You felt something more.

Your heart would beat whenever he got close to you, and you would find yourself smiling every time your phone buzzed with a message from him. All these little things he did had eventually caused you to fall for him.

And today was the day you were going to tell him. The best thing that could happen would be if he felt the same way.

>> :) - Onew 10:00

You looked over at your carefully selected outfit that lay on your bed. You’d chosen to wear a white crop top with a pale pink oversized cardigan, and a casual pair of black skinny jeans. Completing the outfit with a long necklace and your Adidas, you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed with satisfaction.

You then looked at the clock. It was 10:54. Grabbing your bag, Jinki’s present, and your keys, you left for the park.

It didn’t take you long to spot Jinki. He was already sat on the bench you two had claimed as yours as kids. There were still marks on the side of the peeling bench where you’d attempted to write your names that you’d barely just learned how to spell. Jinki was sat with his chin in his hand, and was scrolling down on his phone.

You decided to surprise him, and crept up behind him subtly. You then covered his eyes with your hands, and whispered, “Happy Birthday, ‘Ki,” into his ear. You heard Jinki gasp as he pulled your hands away from his eyes and held them. You walked around the bench and sat next to him, presenting the gift.

“Thanks, [Y/N]. That’s so nice of you!” Jinki laughed, opening up your present immediately. You stared into his eyes as he opened it, your heart pounding in your chest. The present was a picture frame of a picture that was taken of the both of you when you were 9 and 10 years old. It was yours and Jinki’s favourite picture, and he’d been asking for you to send it to him for ages now.

Jinki faced you and smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. The heat from his body radiated onto yours.

“Jinki,” you mumbled into the soft material of his coat.

Jinki pulled back and held you by your shoulders, still smiling. “Yeah?”

You gulped and felt your hands begin to shake. “Um, there’s actually another reason I asked you to meet me here,” you said, steadily. You’d practiced confessing to Jinki in front of your mirror several times with ease, but now that he was in front of you, fear had taken over you.

You couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever felt this nervous in the presence of your best friend, but now it felt like the first day you’d met him. When no words had come from your mouth for about a minute, you looked down into your lap, ashamed, and felt your cheeks get warm.

Suddenly, you felt your best friend’s comforting arms wrap around you once again. But this time they were more soothing, more loving. “It’s okay, [Y/N]. You know you can tell me anything.”

You looked up at Jinki and smiled nervously. After a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut and quickly said, “I know we’re friends, but for a long time now, I’ve actually felt something more than friendship. It’s just that… everything you do makes me so happy, and I’m more comfortable with you than I am with myself! I… I like you, Onew.” You felt yourself trail off at the end, and couldn’t bring yourself to look at Jinki for fear of what he might think.

“That’s a coincidence,” Jinki laughed softly, after a moment of silence. “Because I’ve actually liked you for a while, too.”

You looked up at Jinki, who was smiling. “You’re not just saying that?”

Jinki responded with a laugh and a shake of his head. He ran a hand through his fringe nervously, before taking your hands in his. They were warm, and soft. “Thank you,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. His kiss sent a fluttery feeling to your stomach, and your eyes made their way to Jinki’s lips. As if reading your mind, Jinki leant in to kiss you on the lips.

You gasped at the sudden action, but knew you could get used to this. The kiss turned from a soft one to a passionate one, and you were just about to wrap your arms around Jinki’s neck, when he pulled away unexpectantly.

“Hey,” Jinki said, panting a little. “We can, um, go to mine, if you’d like? It might be a bit more… private.”

You nodded and bit your lip in excitement.

Jinki’s apartment was just around the corner, and as soon as he unlocked the door and locked it again once you were inside, he threw his jacket onto the floor. Jinki led you up the stairs and to his bedroom, where you’d walked into just yesterday to play videogames.

Once the door was closed, Jinki stepped towards you and cupped your face in both his hands. His lips glided against yours gently and you parted your lips to allow entrance for his hot muscle to enter. It explored your warm, wet cavern, running across every surface possible.

Jinki then moved his hands from your cheeks to your sides, and he ran them up and down, suggesting that your clothes were going to be on the floor in a pile very, VERY soon. Every time his hands moved up your body, they lifted up your top a bit more and slid over your exposed skin. He held your waist as he pulled away from mouth to attack your neck. He planted small kisses everywhere imaginable, from your collarbone across your shoulder, up your neck and to your jawline. The kisses then turned into sucks and bites that would surely leave marks the next day.

You moaned at the electric shocks being sent through your body everytime his lips made contact with your skin. “I love you, Onew,” you sighed.

“I love you, too, [Y/N],” he whispered into your neck. He began to walk you over to the bed, and you flung your pink cardigan and necklace to the side in the time it took to get there.

You had forgotten how strong Jinki was as he picked you up bridal style and threw you onto the bed. “Sorry,” he said, all of a sudden. “I didn’t mean to throw you! I was meant to-” But you stopped him when you pulled Jinki onto you and kissed him sensually.

Jinki was quick to flip you over so that you were underneath him. His hands slipped under your top fully and slid it off with ease.

You began to unbutton his shirt, and he spread your legs apart with his knee.

He tangled his fingers in your hair and held your face delicately. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, leaning down. Jinki had always been able to switch his moods very easily.

You remembered how one second he’d be playing an innocent game of skip rope with his friend, the next he’d be plotting ways to trip them up with it for fun.

His smile against your ear turned into a smirk, and he bit down on your earlobe.

Your lifted your hips in pleasure, and your fingers scrabbled for his shirt, which landed on the floor.

It landed on the floor, and Jinki continued to tease your ear. He blew in it, sending shivers down your spine, before licking down the side of it all the way to your collarbone. He ran his hand across your ass, causing your legs to then wrap themselves around his hips.

Your hands were on his chest, and suddenly he switched back to his loving side.

He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your ear, your eyelids, your neck, your hair, and then eventually your lips. You loved the way his soft lips lightly fitted together with yours, like puzzle pieces.

“I didn’t know you could be such a tease,” you giggled.

He then smirked and but your lower lip naughtily. He took the risk of beginning to fondle one of your breasts, and with the other hand, began to slide off your skinny jeans.

You gasped out loud, and tugged at Jinki’s own jeans. You both removed your jeans, and were looking at each other in just your underwear.

The lust in his eyes turned back into love, and you weren’t sure if you could keep up with these quick personality changes.

You’d always compared Onew to a bunny or a puppy, but knew he had his mischievous side. This was a perfect example of his personality swings, and you laughed to yourself as Jinki was about to lean down for another kiss.

“Hm?” he asked, stopping just above your lips. You felt your breaths mingle, and he cocked his head to the side as his brown fringe fell forwards. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you smiled.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, and it felt like you two were kids again.

“Just your face,” you laughed again.

“Hey!” Jinki responded, and mimed crying.

You grinned at his jokes, and pulled him in for another sweet kiss.

*wiggles* - 1x03 || 1x06 || 1x07

Phonophilia

Pairing: onjongho

Rating: nc-17

A special thank you to taketaemtoyourleader because they are the bees knees and infinitely patient.

“Is everything ok in there?” Came a soft, gentle voice from behind the curtain in the doorway. Jinki pushed the curtain aside, barely glancing at the sales associate who had come to assist him after Jinki had pushed the call button on the side of the fitting room.

 "May I have this in a larger size?“ Jinki asked, gesturing toward the slacks he was holding, which felt like they were cutting off circulation to his thighs when he had tried them on. “They fit everywhere except my thighs, so I might just need one size up.”

Silence.

 Jinki looked up, wondering if the man who had come to check on him had already left in search of the slacks Jinki needed, but he was still there. The sales associate had one hand against the doorframe to the fitting room, his eyes scrunched shut and his cheeks flushed a lovely deep red that reminded Jinki of the color of Jonghyun’s ass when they got done with a round of play, the color it had been this morning after Jonghyun had nearly caused Jinki to be late to a meeting for the second time this week.

 "Excuse me?” Was he ill? He didn’t look ill, he looked… Oh. Oh. Jinki let his eyes travel down the sales associate’s body. Cute face, beautiful tan skin, lips that looked like they belonged stretched around a cock but we’re currently parted slightly as the man’s chest moved quickly with his breathing. Jinki stopped briefly at the man’s chest to read his name tag before moving lower. Minho; his name was Minho, and, as his eyes travelled lower, Jinki could see Minho’s dick pushing against the front seam of his pants, stretching the fabric in a way that Jinki knew mustn’t be very comfortable. Dress pants didn’t often have a lot of give in the fabric. What had gotten this man so riled up, and so quickly? Jinki looked down at himself. He had remembered to rezip himself into his slacks, hadn’t he? Regardless, I know I’m big, but surely that wouldn’t send anybody into that state.

 "Are you ok?“

 Minho whimpered at the sound of the man’s voice. Smooth like honey, rough like a tongue running over his skin in all the right places. He could feel the customer’s eyes on him, traveling down his body, and he knew how obvious the man’s effect on him was, his slacks straining in the front. Minho knew how certain voices affected him; he wasn’t sure if it was a specific tone or pitch that got to him, and it didn’t happen often, but man was it happening now. He thought briefly that he should feel ashamed that he was acting like this in public with a man he had never spoken to before this moment, but Minho wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch himself. Or, better yet, ask the man with the siren’s voice to touch him.

 As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Minho’s eyes snapped open, the arousal in his brain dying as panic set in. How could he be so unprofessional? They had hundreds of people coming in and out of the department store every day, and never once had he behaved like this. But that voice. Minho felt like his nerves were on fire, and all he really wanted was to hear that voice again.

 "I-I’m sorry, sir,” Minho said, his voice rough and his eyes cast down. He brought his hands to his front, knowing that the customer was watching as he held his hands together in front of his body, hoping to shield his erection in the least obvious way possible. “May I ask what size those are so I can get you a larger pair?” Minho’s body was already anticipating the customer’s answer. He needed to hear that voice again, but he also wanted him to answer so that he could help him already and stop embarrassing himself.

 He looked up as he felt the customer moving toward him, his own large eyes meeting the dark ones in front of him. The face was smiling and Minho frowned. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted this man to open his mouth again and tell Minho exactly what he wanted. The thought crossed Minho’s mind that he would do anything that voice told him to, and his eyes dropped down again as he attempted to swallow past the dryness in his mouth.

 Jinki heard the gulp, smiling larger as Minho’s eyes fell to the ground again. Was he naturally this submissive? Or had something triggered it? Jinki was honestly puzzled as to why the sales associate had reacted to him like this in the first place, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. He liked how turned on he had made this man without trying, and he loved the reaction he received. Eyes turned to the floor, cheeks flushed, even the way the man had called Jinki “sir” in a professional context made him wonder what it might be like to hear it in another setting. Namely, Jinki’s bedroom, though he wouldn’t mind grabbing the sales associate and dragging him into the fitting room, closing the curtain, and seeing just how far he could push him. The thought had him smirking, wondering what Jonghyun would think.

 "Minho.“ He called the man’s name softly, watching as his head shot up to stare at Jinki with eyes that were dark and wet looking.

 "I’ll go get the pants myself; no need to trouble yourself.” He watched in satisfaction as Minho’s hands, still in front of his crotch, pressed down, whether in an effort to hide his arousal or to relieve it, Jinki wasn’t sure, but he listened to the panted breaths that fell from those beautiful lips. Ah. Maybe that was it.

 Minho could feel his breathing getting heavier, warm weight pooling low in his stomach. He fought it, pressing his hand to his erection in hopes that he could postpone the inevitable. Stop talking. No, keep talking. He couldn’t decide. He focused his eyes on the customer’s lips, watching as each sound came out, biting his own in order to keep back his sounds. This man probably thought he was a freak. Not only had he scared off a customer, which he would undoubtedly get in trouble for, but the customer would likely never return, leaving Minho without the pleasure that crashed in waves through his body from the sound of his voice.

 "My name is Jinki.“

 Minho’s eyes widened impossibly, filled with shame and so much arousal that Jinki’s eyes darkened. A whimper fell past his bitten lips, his hand now rubbing at the crotch of his pants, and Jinki chuckled lightly. He wouldn’t touch. He needed permission first, and this man was not mentally in a place where he could give it.

 "I’m going to leave now, but I’ll be back.” Jinki felt strangely like reassuring the man. He would be back. There was no way he would let someone like Minho slip from his grasp. Not when he could be trained, when Jinki had so much to teach him.

“Do you understand?”

 Minho nodded, automatically responding to the owner of that voice. The voice that now had him touching himself through his slacks, aching for him to just say one more word. He needed to come so bad. He ran his fingers over the head of his cock, sensitive even through the material of his dress pants and underwear, moaning. He forced his legs to move, walking into the fitting room and pushing himself against the wall, giving the customer, Jinki, room to get out. He couldn’t go out into the department store right now, not with how far gone he was, so he knew the safest plan of action was to wait it out until Jinki left and he had control of his body again.

 Jinki laid the too-tight slacks on the bench against the wall Minho was leaning on. He wanted to wait, to talk Minho to his orgasm, but he needed to leave. Minho seemed like he was already embarrassed, and Jinki couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if he had to worry about actually coming for a complete stranger. Jinki gathered his jacket up, slipping it on as he left silently, laughing quietly as he heard the other man’s frustrated groan.  

 When Jinki got home, Jonghyun was already asleep, sprawled out in the middle of the bed, as he tended to do when Jinki wasn’t sleeping with him. Either napping or out for the night, Jinki couldn’t tell; Jonghyun’s sleep schedule was somewhat erratic. Bending over the bed and shaking him awake gently, Jinki gave him a kiss on his sleep-swollen lips, telling him that they had something to talk about. Groggily, Jonghun turned over to face Jinki as Jinki seated himself on the edge of the bed, his hands reaching. Jonghyun’s fingers automatically grasped for Jinki’s shirt, clinging lightly as he turned and maneuvered himself to lay his head on Jinki’s thigh, huffing sleepily as the sheets tangled around his legs.

 "What is it?“ He asked, his jaw clicking as he yawned, trying to wrap his body around Jinki’s seated one.

 "I met someone.”

 At this, Jonghyun froze, his eyes opening fully with interest. “And?”

 Jinki relayed the whole story to him, running his hands through Jonghyun’s blond hair soothingly. He didn’t think that Jonghyun would be jealous, they’d invited others into their bedroom before, and Jonghyun had enjoyed it thoroughly each time, but Jinki already knew he wanted to try to make this more than a one-time thing with this Minho. If Jonghyun wasn’t ok with it, Jinki would drop it. He might like being the one in charge, but he never wanted Jonghyun to feel uncomfortable. Though, needy little thing that he was, Jonghyun was probably aching for more attention than Jinki was currently giving him. It had been a while since they’d invited someone else in.

 Jonghyun laughed when Jinki told him the story. “A voice kink, you think? I mean, you do have a nice voice, but that seems a bit odd.”

 Jinki swatted him lightly on the ass, liking the way Jonghyun’s hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt and his breath hitched a little. He’d barely touched him. “It’s no weirder than some of the shit you’re into,” Jinki reminded him.

 "I guess that’s true,“ Jonghyun nodded, his hands clenching and unclenching, wrinkling Jinki’s shirt. His ass felt warm where Jinki had swatted him, even though it had been a playful touch, not meant to arouse. He pushed his head closer to Jinki’s crotch, inhaling, feeling himself growing hard.

 "Again?” Jinki said, his voice lower.

 Jonghyun nodded. “Please?” His hands inched away from Jinki’s shirt, falling to the button at the top of his slacks.

 Jinki grabbed hold of Jonghyun’s wrists tightly, making Jonghyun whine. “Please what?”

 "Please, sir.“

 Jonghyun’s cheeks were flushed, and he pressed himself closer to Jinki’s thigh, but Jinki moved, rolling Jonghyun from his side to his back, pinning his wrists above his head as Jinki’s body arched over top. Jonghyun lay still as Jinki’s body hovered over his own. He’d already received one punishment today, and while he wouldn’t have minded another one, he figured he should at least try to be good for a little while.

 "Before we start, I have a few questions. First, would you like to meet Minho?”

 Jonghyun nodded, and he watched Jinki’s eyes narrow. Shit. Maybe he’d be getting a punishment sooner than he thought.

 "Yes, I’d like that very much, sir.“

 "Would you be ok with me inviting him to play with us?”

 "Yes, sir.“

 "If you’re uncomfortable at any time with him or what we do, I expect you to tell me. Do you understand?”

 "I understand, sir.“

 Jonghyun was starting to get anxious. His skin felt hot, and he wanted nothing more than Jinki balls-deep inside him. He struggled lightly against Jinki’s hands, watching as Jinki’s nostrils flared.

 "Good. Center of the bed, baby. You know how I want you.”

 ————————————————————————————————–

 Minho wasn’t counting, at least that’s what he told himself, but it had been two days. Two days and Minho was left stewing in his own doubts. What if he doesn’t come back? What if I embarrassed myself too much? What does he even want from me? Do I want him to come back? Minho’s face flushed. I do. He needed this man to come back, to use his beautiful voice to make Minho’s body do whatever he wanted. Minho wanted him. What if he comes in on a day I’m not working?

When Jinki came in to the department store, Minho was manning the dressing rooms again, and the poor man nearly jumped out of his skin when Jinki touched him on the shoulder, a soft sound of alarm leaving his lips. He must’ve been more wound up than I thought.

 Jinki smiled disarmingly and Minho’s eyes immediately focused on his lips, waiting for the words he was sure would come. When none came, Minho swallowed, his throat dry, before attempting to pull himself together.

“How can I help you, sir?”

 Jinki stepped closer, and Minho could feel his warmth. Would his body feel as good as his voice sounded?

 "I wanted to invited you out.“

 Minho’s eyes fluttered shut, fire spreading through his veins once more. The words that the man had just said hit him several moments later, and his eyes shot open again as he very articulately said, "Huh?”

 The man in front of him chuckled, and Minho swore the sound was pure sin. His slacks were tightening, and he shifted on his feet, trying to hide it. He knew it was no use, the man obviously knew what he did to Minho, but he tried anyway.

 "Come to dinner with me. With us. My boyfriend and me.  We wanted to talk with you, get to know you.“

 Boyfriend? If he has a boyfriend, then why is he here?

 "Yes,” Minho said, his voice strained. He was shocked by his own answer, but perhaps his thoughts hadn’t quite caught up with his mouth. Stupid. He has a boyfriend, so what could he possibly want from you?

 Jinki’s shoulders slumped a little, relieved. “When do you get off tonight?”

 Whenever you want me to. Or right now. The tightness in Minho’s slacks was becoming uncomfortable, and as much as he wanted to come, he really didn’t want to embarrass himself in that way quite yet. Jinki had barely spoken to him, and he was already like this.

 Minho glanced at his watch, struggling to read the hands when his brain was clouded and trying not to focus on the way Jinki said “get off.”

 "In-“ Minho cleared his throat. "In an hour or so.”

 "Do you like Thai food?“

 Minho nodded sharply, clenching his hands in an effort not to let them move to the front of his pants this time. He actually did like Thai food, very much.

 "Great!” Jinki smiled, and Minho felt some of the tension leak from his body. Jinki had a lovely smile, one that made his eyes crinkle up. “Why don’t you meet us at Thai Jasmine when you’re finished this evening? Do you need directions?”

 "No, I’ve been there before.“ Minho really liked the little Thai restaurant, and he felt relieved that they would be eating in a familiar place.

 "I’ll see you in a while, then,” Jinki said, flashing another smile before turning to head out of the store. When he reached the entrance, he turned, only to find Minho in the same spot he left him, his hands clutched tightly in his slacks, wrinkling the fabric. Chuckling to himself, he waved, waiting until Minho’s wide eyes met his and he waved shyly back before making his way out.

 Grabbing his phone, Jinki dialed Jonghyun’s number, beginning to talk as soon he heard the click of connection on the other end.

 "He said yes.“

"What? I don’t even get a hello anymore? You find a new guy and suddenly all phone courtesy flies from your mind.”

 Jinki laughed. He knew Jonghyun wasn’t angry. After their time together two nights ago, Jonghyun had been able to see how excited Jinki truly was for this, and how nervous. Jonghyun had to admit, he was beginning to build this up a little in his mind, and he hoped that Jinki was right about this guy.

 "I’m coming to pick you up. You’re still at the apartment, right?“

 "Yeah, I’m here…” Jonghyun hummed absently, sounding as though he was focused on something else. “Working. Wait. We’re meeting him now?”

 "In an hour. He’s meeting us for dinner after work.“

 "Jinki…” Jonghyun whined. “I look like shit. I’ve been working all day, so I haven’t taken a shower.”

 "Well, take one now.“ Jinki was at his car, and he unlocked the door, sliding into the front seat. "I’m leaving now, so you should have enough time.”

 He heard Jonghyun sigh and the click of a door that he could only imagine belonged to the office; Jonghyun liked to write in there, said it had the most breathing room.

 "Ok. Where are we going? How should I dress?“

 "Just Thai Jasmine. Nothing fancy. But Minho will probably be coming in his work clothes, so he’s dressed nicely, so…”

“Alright. I can work with that. What about that white sweater you like so much? And… Hm. Dark jeans?”

 A rush of pleasure shot through Jinki at the idea of Jonghyun wearing something because he liked it, and he smiled, starting his car.

 "That sounds perfect, baby. I’m leaving now, so I’ll be home soon, ok?“

 Jonghyun hummed his understanding. "I love you.”

 "I love you, too. Go shower.“

 ———————————————————————————————-

 When Minho got to the restaurant, the woman at the front, who, from previous visits, Minho knew was called Ploy, looked at him and smiled.

 "Just you today?”

 "Ah, no. I’m actually meeting someone. I mean, a couple friends.“

 "You can go look for them, if you think they’re here,” she said, grabbing two menus as a couple came in behind Minho. Minho nodded, moving past the entrance and further into the small restaurant. Most of the seating was in a large, wide-open space, but Minho knew if he turned the corner at the end of the restaurant, there was a smaller wing with a few tables and a small, gold and blue statue of an elephant.

 It was there that he found Jinki, and he was glad the restaurant wasn’t crowded, because it seemed like Jinki and his… Boyfriend… Were the only people in this wing.

 They were engaged in a quiet conversation, and Minho shivered in anticipation before gathering his courage and approaching the table.

 Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Jonghyun was the first to look up as Minho approached.

 "Cute,“ Jonghyun whispered to Jinki, whose head turned to watch as Minho made his way to their table.

 "He is,” Jinki confirmed, standing up as Minho reached them, his eyes looking focused on Jonghyun as he cleared his throat.

 "It’s nice to meet you,“ Minho said to the other man, Jinki’s boyfriend. "And thank you for inviting me.” His eyes traveled to where Jinki was standing, smiling at him comfortably.

 "Go ahead and sit down,“ Jinki said, gesturing to the other side of the table. Minho shivered and chose the chair across from Jinki rather than Jonghyun, eyeing the white-haired man nervously.

 Jonghyun took in everything about Minho, watching him appreciatively. He’s tall. Jonghyun sighed to himself. As much as he liked to bitch and complain to Jinki about being so short, he really did like taller men. They made him feel comfortable and snuggly. Dark hair, big eyes… Eyes that would look really nice blissed out as he was being fucked or maybe fucking Jonghyun. Jonghyun shook his head, trying to do away with his already-dirty thoughts as he smiled at Minho from across the table, watching the way the man was watching him.  

 "My name is Jonghyun,” he said softly, hoping for the calm, soothing tone that Jinki often adopted. It seemed to work, because Minho smiled a small smile before raising his head a bit and answering, “I’m Minho.”

 "Oh, I know,“ Jonghyun laughed, loving the blush that spread across Minho’s cheeks. "After Jinki met you that first day, he wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

 Jinki, who had returned to his seat, watching his boyfriend and Minho interact, grinned a bit at this. “It’s true,” he confessed. “I was a bit smitten.”

 Minho choked on air. Smitten. This man with the voice that was currently doing sinful things to his body was smitten with him? What does that even mean? He already has a boyfriend. A very pretty, sexy boyfriend who looked really nice in the white sweater he was wearing.

 Jonghyun and Jinki watched in amusement as Minho collected himself, stealing glances at each other long enough for Jonghyun to nod at Jinki, permission given, at least on a trial basis. He was cute, and Jonghyun definitely wouldn’t mind trying him out. He saw the shivers that wracked Minho’s body when Jinki spoke, could bet that underneath the table Minho was already hard, and he wondered if Jinki would wait, or if they’d bring Minho home with them tonight. Provided Minho was willing, of course.

 Their waitress came by to drop off menus and take their drink orders rather quickly, which Minho was thankful for. He still wasn’t quite sure why he was here, and both Jinki and Jonghyun were being frustratingly silent on the whole issue. What exactly do they want from me?

 They spent some time deciding what they wanted to eat, Jinki’s quiet voice causing Minho to flush and bring a hand to his lap in order to relieve some pressure. He could feel both Jinki and Jonghyun’s eyes on him, but strangely, he felt little embarrassment, and what he did feel had more to do with the fact that they were in a public setting than how he was reacting. They weren’t judging him, just watching, eyes more hungry than Minho cared to take notice of.

 They decided on several dishes, determining that they would eat family style because “Jonghyun really likes to eat a little bit of everything, rather than settling for one dish.”

 While they waited for their food, Jonghyun attempted to fill the space with chatter. Jinki, noticing how squirmy Minho had become after Jinki had ordered for them, resolved to stay quiet for the most part, letting his boyfriend  ask the questions while they both got to know Minho.

 It started out with mundane questions. “Where do you work?” “What part of town do you live in?” “How old are you?” Jonghyun wasn’t all that surprised to find that Minho was younger than both Jinki and himself, though perhaps it was Minho’s nerves that we’re giving that impression.

 "Do you live alone?“ Jonghyun asked. Jinki continued stirring his water with his straw, his attention focused on Minho’s answers. All of this would be for nothing if Minho was attached to someone else, though Jonghyun supposed he wouldn’t mind adding in two people, at least for a night. "I mean, are you seeing anyone right now.”

 "Ah… Yes. I mean- No. “ Minho’s eyes flitted over to Jinki, assessing the blank look on the other’s face. "I live by myself. I… Haven’t dated anyone in a while.”

 Jonghyun didn’t look at Jinki, but he felt the small puff of air he let out in relief. Jinki must’ve really been excited about this. It’s strange how a man who’s so demanding in the bedroom can be so vulnerable when it comes to the actual dating part. Jonghyun reflected fondly on how nervous Jinki had been when they had started seeing each other, nervousness that quickly vanished as soon as Jinki got Jonghyun in bed for the first time.

 Their waitress came by with their food, creating a sufficient distraction that allowed near-silence to descend upon the table, the only sound being Jonghyun’s happy little noises as he scooped up noodles and his hiss as he burned his tongue on the soup.

 Jinki chuckled at Jonghyun’s antics, and Minho could feel his body heating up again. He had been grateful that Jinki had let Jonghyun take over the conversation, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he had to admit that he was already craving Jinki’s voice and the things it did to his body.  

 Looking up from his food, Minho cleared his throat, causing both Jinki and Jonghyun to look at him.

 "I… Um. I’m really happy that you invited me out to dinner. But… I guess I’m a little confused.“

 Jinki and Jonghyun shared a look before turning back to Minho, whose wide eyes were locked on Jinki.

 "We…” Jinki began.

 "We want to date you,“ Jonghyun blurted out. He could feel Jinki’s gaze burning him, but he continued. He had a feeling Minho wasn’t just going to go for a roll in the hay. He was too cautious, too embarrassed about his reaction to Jinki’s voice. "I mean, we want to do other things, too. Definitely,” Jonghyun was nodding to himself. “We definitely want to do other things. But, dating would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

 Minho looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach. “We? As in both of you?”

 "I would like that, yes,“ Jonghyun replied, reaching across the table to run his fingers across Minho’s. "It would be ok if you just dated Jinki, but at this point in our relationship, Jinki and I are sort of a package deal. I also don’t want to get jealous because of how attractive you are.” Jonghyun looked down at that, a light blush settling across his cheeks. “So, I’d like to date you, too.”

 Minho looked away from Jonghyun to Jinki, who was nodding slightly, his hand coming up to rub Jonghyun’s back in soothing movements.

 "And… The other things?“

 Jinki’s blood rushed as he thought of what he wanted to do to Minho. His eyes dark, he turned to meet Minho’s gaze. Minho licked his lips, waiting for the answer.

 "We want to play with you.”

 Jinki’s voice was low, deeper than Minho had remembered it, and he shuddered, feeling arousal course through him again. Play with me?

 Jonghyun’s fingers ran soothingly over the back of Minho’s hand again, but Minho’s eyes were locked with Jinki’s, allowing the man to see how much his voice affected him.

 "We don’t have to start tonight,“ Jonghyun said. "We can give you time to think about it. Give you time to think about what we’re offering.”

 Minho never broke eye contact with Jinki, and the elder smiled, more comfortable with the conversation once it turned to his area of expertise. I want this. Minho wasn’t sure if he wanted it with both of them, but he knew he wanted to try.

 "No…“ Minho finally looked away, his eyes falling back on Jonghyun. "I’d like to try dating you. Both of you.” The smile on Jonghyun’s face had Minho looking down at his food, and he took his hand out of Jonghyun’s grasp to put his hands together in his lap. “And, I’d like to try the… The other things, too.”

 What am I getting myself into?

 "You should finish eating, then.“ Jinki’s voice was firm, and Minho closed his eyes, his breathing coming faster from the sound and the images he had formed in his head about what Jinki and Jonghyun planned to do to him. "You’ll want the energy if you’re coming home with us.”

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Minho learned a lot that first night. The first was that he had no self control. One whispered word from Jinki’s mouth, one deep moan, had Minho coming before he was even touched.

 The second was that Jinki liked to be called “sir” in the bedroom, but it wasn’t necessary anywhere else. “Only when we play,” Jinki said. “And you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. It’s just what Jonghyun and I prefer.” Minho had nodded. He promised he would try, and it had earned him a smile from Jonghyun and a rough kiss from Jinki. He enjoyed Jinki’s way of taking control, giving himself willingly to Jinki’s gentle orders and firm commands.

 The third was that when Jinki said “game,” he meant it. Jonghyun apparently loved games, especially when they ended in rewards, and this one was going to be for the benefit of all involved. It was something designed to test them all, but mostly Minho, and Jinki had promised Jonghyun that if Minho could win the game, he could be the one to administer the reward, something that seemed to excite Jonghyun immensely.

 The game was simple, Minho thought. Jinki would fuck Jonghyun while Minho listened and sometimes watched. Other times Jinki would blindfold him, adding a whole different level of stimulation to Minho’s senses. Minho was never allowed to touch himself, and there were times when Jinki would tie his hands either to the bed, behind his back, or to his thighs in order to prevent him from touching at all. Minho needed to learn self-control, and Jinki was going to teach him. If he came untouched just because of Jinki’s voice, he lost, the unknown reward figuratively hanging in front of him, teasing him, tempting him.

 Minho had yet to win this game.

 The first time had been an embarrassment. Minho had come untouched 6 times before he was too sensitive, too tired, too upset with himself to continue and had asked to be untied. Jinki had immediately undone the ropes, promising Jonghyun that they would continue their fun some other night, but right then they needed to focus on Minho, wipe away his tears and make sure he was ok, that he knew that there was nothing wrong with him and that both Jinki and Jonghyun loved how sensitive he was, how turned on he could get only by Jinki’s voice. Jinki had nuzzled him almost silently while Jonghyun kissed his tears away, attempting to make Minho laugh to make him feel better. It was all strangely comforting to Minho.

 They were both scared that Minho would be frightened away, but he stayed. He stayed, and here they were again.

 It often started this way. Minho would join the two for dinner or just a movie and cuddles, coming over after work or from the apartment he rarely stayed at anymore. There had been talk of Minho moving in, but even after several months, Minho still felt almost uncomfortable with the idea, and both Jinki and Jonghyun let the subject drop, leaving the choice up to Minho. Jonghyun often let Minho know that the offer still stood, telling him how much easier it’d be for all of them if they were always together and besides “our place is closer to work for you.” Minho often thought about it, but he was content for now with their arrangement, even if he knew that he slept at their place more than he did his own.

 That evening, Jonghyun was in some sort of mood, latching onto Minho as soon as he walked in the door, kissing him roughly and nuzzling him needily, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spots on Minho’s neck as the taller man wrapped his arms around the shorter’s frame.

 He trembled a little as he felt Jonghyun run his tongue across a spot he’d just bitten and Jinki’s voice came from beside him, at the entrance to the living room.

 "We may not get to watch a movie tonight.“

 Jinki smiled, noting how Jonghyun curled a hand around Minho’s hip, inching its way toward the bulge in Minho’s pants.

 "He’s been like this all day.”

 Jonghyun whined into Minho’s neck and Minho smiled back at Jinki.

 "I know. He was texting me all day at work.“

 Minho was proud of the way he could talk to Jinki more normally now, able to resist the urge to curl into himself and sneak a hand down his pants as Jinki talked to him.

 Jinki’s eyebrows rose a little, stepping closer to the pair as Jonghyun froze in Minho’s embrace, his breathing shallow.

 "Oh, really?”

 Jonghyun moved his head from Minho’s neck, giving it a sharp bite in retaliation that had Minho yelping. “Now I’m in trouble.”

 "You’re both in trouble. Bedroom, now.“

 Well, that escalated quickly. Jonghyun grabbed Minho’s hand, pulling him down the hallway, barely waiting for him to take off his shoes, as they made their way to the bedroom. Minho grinned at Jonghyun, amazed at the way he could get Jinki to do exactly what he wanted, and Jonghyun spared a glance behind them, making sure Jinki wasn’t watching before winking at Minho.

 Jinki came into the bedroom as Minho was stripping, his cock already hard, curving upward toward his stomach. Jonghyun was gathering things from the trunk at the end of the bed, placing restraints on the bed and the box of various lubricants onto the bedside table. He gathered several paddles in his arms, looking at Jinki for guidance.

 "No, we don’t need those tonight. You’ll be fine with just my hands, right, baby?”

 Jonghyun shivered but nodded, dropping the paddles back into the trunk before running his hands over them longingly. As much as he wanted them, the idea of feeling skin on skin as Jinki spanked him had him hard already. He knew he would be getting spanked, knew that Jinki didn’t even have to read the texts to know what they were about, and he knew he would be punished even more when Jinki found out what else he did today.

 "Grab the blindfold.“

 Minho, already finished removing his clothes, sat on the edge of the bed.

 "How do you want me?”

 Jinki didn’t answer for a minute.

 "How do you want me, sir?“ Minho tried again, earning him a dark look from Jinki, one that made him bite his lip. It was so worth it to call him sir.

 "On your back. Knees up, hands at your sides.”

 Minho whimpered, Jinki’s authoritative voice running over his body, making his cock throb and his brain turn to mush. He quickly got into the desired position, moving so that he was in the center of the bed.

 Jinki grabbed the restraints, tying one wrist first, then securing it to Minho’s thigh.

 "I won’t tie your thighs to your calves in case you need to move a little.“

 Minho nodded, watching Jinki as he repeated the process with the other wrist, his neck straining as he savored the last thing he would see for a while. The blindfold was placed over his eyes, tied off to the side so the knot wouldn’t hurt his head, and Minho’s world descended into darkness, Jinki giving him a lingering kiss before moving away.

 "Why aren’t you undressed?”

 Jinki’s voice wasn’t angry, but Jinki rarely got angry, and never in the bedroom. Regardless, Minho could hear a whispered “sorry, sir” as the rustling of clothes being removed filled his ears. He figured both Jonghyun and Jinki were undressing from the amount of time it took, and then came the slightly wet sounds of their kisses. Minho loved this. Every sound was amplified by his lack of sight, and he allowed Jonghyun and Jinki’s voices to wash over him.

 Jonghyun couldn’t help the sounds that he made as Jinki kissed him. His lips were gentle, but his hands were anything but, grabbing roughly, pinching and massaging Jonghyun just the way he liked it. Jinki brought his hands up to Jonghyun’s nipples, pinching slightly, rolling them between his fingers, delighting in the gasp Jonghyun released into their kiss and the way Jonghyun’s fingers dug into his shoulders.

 Jonghyun pulled away from their kiss, panting. “Can I touch you?”

 Jinki’s eyes gleamed and he looked thoughtful for a moment.

 "Do you think you deserve to touch me? From what I’ve heard, you haven’t behaved very well today.“

 "I-” The fingers on Jonghyun’s nipples tightened slightly, and he whined, the pain going straight to his cock. He could hear rustling from the bed, and he looked over to see Minho straining against the restraints, his dick swollen and bouncing against his stomach. Jonghyun licked his lips.

 "Ah ah.“ Jinki gently took Jonghyun’s jaw in one hand, the other pinching even harder on Jonghyun’s swollen nipple. "Look at me.”

 Jonghyun’s eyes met Jinki’s again, wet with pain and arousal.

 "Do you want to touch me?“

 "Yes, sir.”

 Jinki’s nod was Jonghyun’s signal, and his hands immediately traced his shoulders, traveling down muscled arms. Jonghyun briefly entangled his fingers with Jinki’s, squeezing lightly before bringing his hands to rest on Jinki’s hips. He pressed his thumb gently into the indention on Jinki’s hip, reveling in the low sound Jinki made. Over on the bed, Minho moaned, too. Jinki’s moans were heaven.

 Over and around Jinki’s body Jonghyun drew his hands, trailing over the small patch of hair leading down from his bellybutton to his cock. Jinki lead their mouths back together as Jonghyun’s hand wrapped around his erection, stroking it slowly.

 Jinki’s hands swept down Jonghyun’s body, coming to rest on his ass, grabbing the cheeks roughly until Jonghyun whimpered. I’m in trouble now.

 Jinki frowned into their kiss as Jonghyun’s hand stopped, but he continued, the fingers of one hand prodding at Jonghyun’s hole, only to find it wet. Jinki pulled back and looked at Jonghyun incredulously.

 Minho could hear nothing but silence in between labored breaths. Silence wasn’t usually good. What the hell has Jonghyun done?

 He hears a sharp crack and Jonghyun crying out. And then a moan.

 "Did I say you could touch yourself?“

 Oh. That.

 Minho’s body felt hot. His cock was leaking precum; he could feel the drops pooling on his stomach.

 Another sharp crack, and Jonghyun sobbed, "No, sir.”

 "That makes sense. I didn’t think I could have forgotten something like that.“

 Jinki’s voice was darker, thicker now, and Minho whined. He wanted to come, but he needed to last.

 "Over to the stool.”

 Jonghyun nodded, walking over to the giant footstool next to the dresser and standing beside it, anticipating his punishment.

 Jinki sat down on the stool and Jonghyun immediately sank to his knees, arching himself over Jinki’s lap. It was always strange to do this when Jinki was also naked. More care had to be taken not to crush more delicate parts. Finding a position that worked for both of them, Jinki set to work, his hand coming down hard on Jonghyun’s ass until Jonghyun was moaning, sobbing that he was “sorry, sir,” as his cock rubbed against Jinki’s leg.

 Jinki nodded in satisfaction. He loved when Jonghyun was like this. Needy, helpless to do anything except what Jinki wanted of him. Jonghyun’s ass was flushed a nice red, as were Jinki’s hands, but he gave it a couple more smacks, watching in amusement as Jonghyun tried to rut his hips down for some friction.

 "Ah… But you’ve been bad, Jonghyun. I don’t think you should get to come yet.“

 He heard Minho moan from over on the bed, and he looked up, smirking. He loved that they both gave up control to him so easily, that they wanted him this much.

 Jinki’s fingers prodded gently at Jonghyun’s slick hole, one slipping in easily and another without too much work. He’d been home with Jonghyun for a while, so he’d guessed it’d been a little while since he stretched himself. With a second finger inside, Jinki began moving his fingers in and out, stretching the two apart to stretch Jonghyun further and make room for more.

 Two fingers soon turned to three, Jonghyun whimpering and curling around Jinki’s lap as Jinki’s fingers pressed downwards, grazing his prostate gently. Jinki focused his fingers there, rubbing with gentle, but firm, motions. It usually took Jonghyun a little while to adjust to the feeling, his body sensitive, and Jinki took his time, waiting until Jonghyun was crying out before pressing more firmly.

 "Is this enough, or do you want one more finger?”

 Jinki knew he was big, thick at least, and he always wanted to make sure that Jonghyun wouldn’t be hurt. But Jonghyun often enjoyed the burn of the stretch, sometimes opting for Jinki to enter him with less preparation than even this.

 "Please,“ Jonghyun whimpered. "I want you inside of me, sir.” His hips rolled down, trying once more to get some relief, but Jinki only pushed his fingers in and out a few times more before removing them, reaching for a tissue on the dresser to wipe off his fingers.

 "Up.“ Jinki ordered, and Jonghyun scrambled to obey, his legs shaky. Grabbing one of the many small bottles of lube that they liked to keep there, he trickled some onto his cock, putting the bottle back before crooking a finger at Jonghyun.

Jinki leaned back onto his arms, adjusting himself on the large footstool so that Jonghyun would have enough room. "Ride me.”

 Swinging his legs around Jinki’s hips, Jonghyun settled himself over the elder. Knowing that Jinki wasn’t going to help him, probably as part of his punishment, Jonghyun reached back, steadying Jinki’s dick as he pushed himself down on it, his muscles stretching to accommodate.

 Jinki threw his head back, biting his lip as he felt Jonghyun’s heat surrounding him, swallowing him inch by inch. Unable to take the teasing, Jinki opened his eyes to meet Jonghyun’s, gripping his hips before pulling him all the way down onto his cock. Both of them cried out, the pleasure overwhelming their senses for a moment until Jinki heard the whimpers coming from the bed. Chuckling, he looked over and watched Minho for a moment as he curled and uncurled his legs before looking back up at the boyfriend on top of him.

 Quickly, Jonghyun lifted himself before taking Jinki all the way again. And again and again, his pace speeding up as Jinki lifted his hips, thrusting into Jonghyun hard.

 Every thrust brushed that bundle of nerves inside of him, and Jonghyun swiveled his hips, aiming for more contact. Jinki choked out a groan, his hands running up Jonghyun’s chest to pinch at his nipples again. Jonghyun wishes this could last forever, but he also wants wants to come, the need building in his body until he’s keening, forcing his body up and slamming down hard, trying to keep his pace steady.

 Jinki could tell that Jonghyun’s legs were getting tired, moving his hands to Jonghyun’s hips to assist in his movements. Jonghyun looks beautiful, hair wild and sweat coating his body.

 "Do you want to come baby?“

 Simultaneous moans left the lips of both his lovers and Jinki has to fight the urge to laugh.

 "Yes, sir,” Jonghyun breathed. “Please.”

 The last word ends on a drawn out moan as Jinki reached between them, grasping Jonghyun’s cock. He ran his thumb over the head, precum spreading with every movement, before moving down to the base to jerk Jonghyun off.

 He could tell Jonghyun is close by the way his hips stutter and he stiffens, and Jinki is close, too, his breathing quickening as a flush settles across his cheeks and all the way down his chest. Moving his hand back up to the head of Jonghyun’s cock, Jinki digs his thumb roughly into the slit, creating a pressure he knows Jonghyun can’t resist as Jonghyun comes, making a mess between them.

 Thrusting into Jonghyun one, two, three more times, Jinki comes, too, his head thrown back, his eyes scrunched shut, and his mouth open as he comes silently, his hand gripping Jonghyun’s hip harshly. Jonghyun slumps against him, breathing erratic, as he comes down from his high. Jinki nuzzles into Jonghyun’s neck, causing the smaller man to shiver, a small noise making its way out of Jinki’s throat as Jonghyun clenches around his oversensitive cock.

 Minho holds his breath. I did it. His thoughts were nearly delirious. I did it.

 Soon enough he hears the sounds of shifting from across the room, flesh sliding on flesh as Jinki and Jonghyun separate themselves. He hears Jonghyun’s whine at the loss of contact and Jinki’s concerned tone asking if he was ok. Minho waits patiently, focusing on his body and trying not to let excitement get the better of him at the thought of what could possibly lie ahead. He made it this far, he can’t lose now.

 Jinki and Jonghyun stay caught in their afterglow for a few minutes until Jinki glances over to the bed where Minho’s tense body was still tied.

 "Minho,“ Jonghyun breathes, legs shaky as they both make their way to the bed. Jinki takes a seat on the edge, allowing Jonghyun to crawl onto the bed on Minho’s other side, his eyes fixated on Minho’s flushed, aroused body. Curling himself into the taller man, he runs a soothing hand across Minho’s cheekbone, causing the man to turn his head toward Jonghyun.

 "Jonghyun?”

 Jonghyun smiles, laying a kiss on Minho’s plush lips, his own swollen ones tingling at the contact. “You did it,” he says against Minho’s mouth. Minho smiles, feeling giddy.

 Feeling another hand on his body, stroking his chest, Minho jolts, his head turning away from Jonghyun toward the other side of the bed.

 "Jinki?“

 Minho receives no response, but the hand continues stroking his chest, making its way until the tip of one finger brushes the bud of Minho’s nipple. Minho’s hands clench against his thighs, pulling at his restraints gently.

 "Sir?”

 "So pretty,“ Jinki whispers in his ear, leaning down so his lips brush it gently, and Minho whines, his senses on overdrive. "Do you know how perfect you look all tied up for me?”

 "I’m a little-“ Minho swallows, his mouth dry. "Blind. So, no.”

 He feels the sharp sting of a swat against one of his thighs, the warmth going straight to his already straining erection.

 "Back talk will get you nowhere.“

 Minho swallows again. He knows this. He knows how Jonghyun gets punished for talking back in the bedroom, and he’d much rather have his reward thank you all the same.

 Jinki’s hands move away from Minho’s chest as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend, naked, sweaty, and tied down for all of their pleasure. Jonghyun looks up and meets Jinki’s eyes, awaiting his next instruction   Feelings of pride tinged with arousal course through him, and Jinki moves his hands down to where Minho’s wrists are tied to his thighs. He slips a finger in between one of the restraints and Minho’s skin, checking for any signs that Minho has been fighting too hard or that he had tied them too tight.

 "Are these uncomfortable?”

 "No, sir.“

 Over the course of the past few months, Minho had learned to love the restraints, actually. He didn’t fight against them nearly as often, and he loved the peaceful feeling they gave him.

 "Are you ready for your reward?”

 Minho gritted his teeth, nodding, and Jonghyun chuckled, his breath warm against Minho’s neck. If I don’t come first.

 "I’m going to untie you. Keep the blindfold on. I’ll be tying you again once you’re where I want you.“

 The words flowed across Minho’s skin, burning him with pleasure, and he nodded again. He felt Jonghyun’s hands on his left thigh, moving to the restraint to undo it as Jinki did the same on his right. They both took a minute to rub Minho’s wrists, Jinki bringing one up to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

 Minho felt his world spin as he was flipped onto his stomach, landing with a soft "umph.”

 "Hands and knees.“

 Minho obeyed, Jinki’s words sending a rush of heat through his body. Would Jinki fuck him tonight? Or maybe Jonghyun? The whole time that Minho had been with the them, the two had never fucked Minho, nor asked to be fucked by him. Is tonight the night?

 He felt Jonghyun’s hands on him, one at his shoulder and the other on his ass, urging him up the bed. When he reached the place that the two obviously wanted him, the hand on his shoulder pressed down gently, making Minho press his chest into the bed, his ass in the air. He could feel the heat of embarrassment washing through him. He couldn’t see anything, but he was open for both of his lovers.

 "So pretty,” Jonghyun said softly, and Minho stiffened, and then relaxed. Jonghyun looked up at Jinki from his place next to Minho, only to see the eldest looking hungrily at them both, his eyes dark and his cock half hard again.

 Tearing his eyes away from the sight before him, Jinki moved to the head of the bed, taking one of Minho’s wrists and leading it up to the headboard. Getting the message, Minho brought his other wrist up to meet it, sighing contentedly as he felt the restraints being strapped back on. Looping the restraints through the slats in the headboard, Jinki tied Minho’s wrists together, tying them tight enough that Minho had limited movement.

 "What’s going to happen?“

 Minho’s voice was muffled by the pillow his head was turned into, and Jinki chuckled, watching the shiver run through Minho, goosebumps appearing all over his skin.

 "I’m going to sit here and watch, maybe help a little, if it’s needed. Talk to you, just to drive you crazy.” Jinki pressed a kiss to Minho’s shoulder blade, returning to his seat at the edge of the bed. “And Jonghyun is going to eat your ass.”

 Minho squeaked, and Jonghyun felt blood rush both to his face and his cock.

 "I really…“ Jonghyun breathed in, moving down a little toward the center of the bed so he could get a better look at Minho’s ass. "I really like it. But, Jinki doesn’t really get much from it, so he only lets me do it when I’ve been really good. Since we were both good tonight…” One of Jonghyun’s hands made its way to the crack of Minho’s ass, sliding down the crease as he paused to swallow and collect his thoughts. Minho clenched his cheeks together, the sensation of even a finger there overwhelming him. What am I going to do when he sticks his tongue there?

 "He thought it would be a good reward,“ Jonghyun said as he took notice of Minho’s stiff body. "But we can do something different if you’re uncomfortable.” He couldn’t help the slight disappointment that tinged his voice, his fingers still running along the crack of Minho’s bum, slow and gentle motions designed to relax.

 "I… Um. No one has ever done that for me.“ Minho’s voice was breathless, and he could feel his cock straining at the thought of someone’s tongue there. He struggled to relax his body, his mind overwhelmed with sensations and thoughts of what these two men did to him.

 "Really?” Jonghyun sounded surprised, and Jinki chuckled. “Not everyone has a thing for it like you do, baby.”

 Jonghyun just shrugged, his fingers moving so that his hands could grip the cheeks of Minho’s ass, spreading them gently to get a look at his entrance. “Is that a yes, Minho?”

 Minho breathed deeply, almost accidentally inhaling part of the pillow case, before answering.

 "Yes.“

 Jonghyun didn’t dive right in. He folded his legs underneath him, scooting closer so that he could reach, his head kneading and massaging Minho’s ass and the lower part of his back until he felt him relax, his spine curving his body into the mattress.

 The first kiss to the curve of Minho’s bum had him moaning softly, encouraging Jonghyun to continue. Jinki watched as Jonghyun ran his teeth across Minho’s skin, listened as Minho whimpered, his hips jumping slightly. He moved to lay on his side on the bed, using up some of the plentiful space the bed provided. Comfortably on his side, Jinki used one arm to prop himself up, his other hand moving to run his fingers through Minho’s dark hair. Minho hissed as he felt those fingers tightening, loving the sparks of pain that shot straight to his groin, and he pushed his hips back toward Jonghyun, the restraints on his wrists preventing him from moving very far.

 Jonghyun took this opportunity to lean in, his fingers spreading Minho once more so that he was left exposed. Minho shivered again, whining as Jinki crushed his lips with his own right as Jonghyun swiped his tongue against his entrance, Jinki drinking down the sound.

 It felt good, way better than Minho expected, and he opened his mouth to Jinki’s kiss, letting the eldest invade his mouth as Jonghyun did the same to his ass.

 Jonghyun is so so good with his tongue, Minho decides as the next few firm licks against his hole cause him to shudder. Who knew it’d feel this good?

 Jonghyun prods his tongue at Minho’s entrance, feeling proud when Minho sobs into the pillow at the feeling. He’s glad that Minho is so sensitive to this. It makes an already-enjoyable task even more so, and Jonghyun gets lost in the heady pleasure of giving pleasure to someone else.

 His tongue slips into Minho’s puckered hole, and he moans at the feeling of it contracting around his tongue. Pushing in further, Jonghyun places both hands on Minho’s ass, bracing himself for balance before pulling away to lick at the rim once again, Minho shuddering from the loss.

 "Do we have anything flavored” Jonghyun asks, lifting his head to find Jinki.

 Jinki laughs, moving away from Minho’s squirming body and looking in the small box on the bedside table. “What? Don’t like the taste?”

 Minho keens. The way Jinki says “taste” has the feeling in his balls building up until it’s almost unbearable. No. I can’t ruin this now. I finally did it.

 Jinki tosses something small to Jonghyun, who reaches up one hand to catch it, fumbling a bit before finally getting a good grasp on the bottle, mumbling under his breath about how he liked the way Minho tasted but he had an idea and if Jinki would just wait he would see.

 "Cherry? Is this the sample we got from the shop last time?“

 Jinki nods, and Jonghyun huffs, "I hope this one doesn’t taste like cough medicine. You know I hate artificial cherry-flavored things.”

 Minho hears the lid of the bottle being cracked open, and Jonghyun’s “Shit, I hate these stupid paper seals they put on these. They’re a little difficult to get off in the heat of the moment.” almost makes him laugh, but he waits patiently, hoping for Jinki to take his place next to him again while he receives his reward. He feels pressure on the bed, and he whines softly, hoping to gain a touch, just anything.

 "Hush,“ comes Jinki’s voice, and Minho immediately obeys, the power in that voice too compelling, casting a spell over Minho’s body. Holding himself still, Minho feels the blood rushing through his body, waiting for the next word or movement or touch.

 Jonghyun drizzles the lube onto the tip of one finger, tasting it gingerly before shrugging at Jinki and covering his fingers and Minho’s clenching hole completely, his mind focused on making Minho feel good.

 Jonghyun slowly inserts a finger, listening for any sounds of discomfort from Minho, but none come, only the muffled sound of a low moan and a small push of his hips back onto Jonghyun’s hand. Slowly, Jonghyun works his other finger in beside the first, enjoying the slick warmth of Minho around his fingers.

 Jinki, having moved to lay back where he was beside Minho, moves his hand down Minho’s back, stopping between his hips to press down gently.

 "Spread a bit more,” he whispers, his voice throaty as he watches one of his boyfriends fuck the other with his fingers.

 Minho whines, he already feels so close to coming, but he does as he’s ordered, the sound of Jinki’s voice coating his body in a heat that he never wants to escape. His legs spread slightly, changing the angle at which Jonghyun’s fingers are entering him, and he cries out as Jonghyun’s fingers venture deeper, scissoring apart to stretch him.

 Satisfied that he’s made enough room, Jonghyun moves his face back to Minho’s ass, his tongue licking around where Minho was stretched around his fingers.

 "Fuck,“ he heard Minho whisper, and he blushed. He loved when he could make people swear like that. Pushing his tongue against Minho’s rim, he pushed roughly, stretching him further as his fingers rubbed.

 Soon enough, Minho is rocking back onto Jonghyun’s fingers and tongue, and Jinki watches as Jonghyun removes his fingers before placing his tongue right back where it had been, able to fit more in now that he had stretched Minho on his fingers.

 Jinki smirked, looking down once more to find that Minho had shifted himself so that his face was to the side, his lip between his teeth while he whimpered. He couldn’t see anything, but he was looking for Jinki.

 Leaning down, Jinki licked around the shell of Minho’s ear, loving the sounds he made and the way his body trembled.

 "Do you want to come?”

 "Yes, oh, yes.“ The words leaving Minho’s mouth are mostly gibberish, and Jinki brings his hand up again to wrap his fingers in Minho’s hair.

 "What do you say when you want to come?”

 "Please,“ Minho sobs. "Fuck- please, sir.”

 Jinki’s voice is creating waves of pleasure in Minho’s body along with Jonghyun’s tongue, and he’s not sure how long he can hold back anymore, regardless of how much Jinki wants him to wait.

 "You’ve been such a good boy,“ Jinki croons. His hand leaves Minho’s hair, watching in amusement as Minho’s head falls limply back to the pillows as his hand works its way underneath Minho’s body to grasp his cock.

 Minho wails as Jinki works his hand around his cock, his hands tugging at his restraints.

 "You’re so close, aren’t you? Come on, come for us.”

 And Minho comes, semen dripping down onto the sheets beneath him and covering Jinki’s hand, hips jumping back to fuck himself onto Jonghyun’s tongue one final time before collapsing, his legs stretched to the sides, creating an uncomfortable pressure on his hamstrings.

 "You did so good,“ Jinki praises him as he removes the blindfold, pushing back sweaty hair and taking in blissed-out eyes as he kisses Minho gently. Minho shivers, an aftershock caused by Jinki’s voice running through him.

 He can feel Jonghyun leave the bed and walk away, probably headed to wash up, as Jinki undoes the restraints around Minho’s wrists, rubbing the marks where he pulled too tight in those final moments.

 "I’m ok,” Minho says dazedly. He slowly stretches his legs out now that Jonghyun isn’t in the way, and relaxes into Jinki’s touch as he makes sure Minho hasn’t hurt himself.

 Moments later, Jonghyun comes back with a towel and a wet washcloth.

 "I already cleaned myself up, but we’re going to need to get you clean and put this down on the bed so we can sleep.“ He waves the towel cheerily at them. "I don’t feel like washing the sheets tonight.”

 Jinki laughs, taking the towel. Jonghyun hops back on the bed, and Minho feels the warm wetness run between his ass cheeks, cleaning up the mess of lube and saliva. He sighs softly, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.

 Once he’s clean, Jonghyun pushes him gently so that he’ll roll over, and Minho sleepily complies. Jonghyun moves up toward the headboard, kissing Minho deeply before working on the mess on his stomach.

 "Thank you for cleaning me,“ Minho says drowsily, glancing over at Jinki as he lays the towel on the bed over the spot where Minho came.

 "Thank you for letting me lick your ass,” Jonghyun replies, his tone caught between sarcastic and genuine, and both Jinki and Minho smile at him. “I won’t do that every time, you know.”

 Jinki leaves briefly, his only explanation being “lights.”

 "I know,“ Minho replies, watching as Jonghyun tries and fails to make a basket with the washcloth into the laundry basket across the room, though he knows that Jonghyun would likely love the opportunity to have Minho in that position again.

 "I’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Jonghyun says when Minho protests. “You can be middle tonight.”

 Minho smiles, grabbing Jonghyun’s wrist and pulling him down to kiss him before letting the smaller man wrap himself around Minho’s larger frame.  Jinki comes back quickly, turning out the lights to the bedroom before making his way into bed as well. Oh. Lights.

 Once in bed, Jinki reaches over to gather Minho and Jonghyun’s naked bodies close to his.

 "No more sexting each other if I’m not in on it,“ Jinki orders, yawning before throwing his legs over Minho’s, ready to sleep.

The younger two laugh, knowing that, if it does happen again, it’s well worth the punishment.

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