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“Minho, I messed up.”
Minho inhaled sharply as he tapped his pen against his desk before pushing aside his messy files he’d taken home from the office and patting the cleared desk, Seungmin taking his seat immediately.
“Okay, I love you. I’m here for you,” Minho started before placing both of his hands onto Seungmin’s knees, “who do I have to kill?”
“Me, apparently—.”
Minho huffed, “no seriously, what happened?”
“It’s Jisung—.”
“Oh no.”
“It’s not… look it isn’t what you think—.”
“Did he hurt you? Did he do something weird? Did he call off the arrangement? What do I have to do to that little man? I will destroy him—.”
Seungmin laughed, covering Minho’s mouth with his hands before leaning down to nuzzle their noses, “it’s nothing like that… I might be being a little over dramatic.”
Minho frowned, waiting for Seungmin to move his hands again before he spoke, “well, what is it then?”
“I… we got into something a little—.”
“Did you two do anything dangerous?” Minho asked with concern, Seungmin sliding upright and grabbing Minho’s face in his hands.
“No… We started talking about you.”
“Me?” Minho arched his brow in wonder, “why would I come up?”
“Well, I know that we have this thing where we’ve both been seeing him but…”
Minho adjusted himself, sliding between Seungmin’s leg and placing either hand around Seungmin on the desk, “go on.”
“What if we made this a three-way kind of ordeal?”
“You want to have a threesome?”
“Yeah.”
Minho scoffed, leaning in to ghost his lips against Seungmin’s before pulling back, “why didn’t you just ask? Did you think I wouldn’t be okay with that or something?”
“I mean we had a deal to not… get involved with each other’s side endeavors—.”
“That makes sense only when we aren’t fucking the same side endeavor. Yeah, let’s go for it.”
Seungmin parted his lips to retort before shrinking back against the desk with a huff, “so you’d be okay with inviting him sometime?”
“Do it tonight.”
Seungmin’s face got pink, “really?”
“Yeah, I was going to see him tomorrow anyways. We could bang him right across this desk.” Minho teased before leaning into Seungmin again, taking his bottom lip with his teeth before dragging away again, Seungmin shuddering against him.
“You’re sure about this? Minho I think he’s interested in more than… sex.”
Minho arched his brow before pressing himself into Seungmin, feeling the hardness in his tight pants against his own hardening cock, “oh?”
“Y-yeah that’s why I’m a little—.”
“You worried he’s gonna steal me away? Should I be worried?”
“He likes us both a lot.”
“Hmm, so he wants in?” Minho watched Seungmin closely before shoving him upright against the wall on the desk, crawling between his legs to press his lips down Seungmin’s shirt over his stomach before reaching his pants, “is that what you want?”
“I… he’s really sweet and you know how good he is with his—.” Seungmin gasped as Minho bit around Seungmin’s bulge against his pants, one of his hands filling Minho’s hair as the other clutched the desk.
“I would accept anything that made you happy, Seungmin. You know that.” Minho whispered before unbuttoning his lover's pants and pulling out his throbbing cock, glancing up to Seungmin’s pretty expression before licking a stripe up the underside.
“M-Minho—.”
“Whatever you want. I like Jisung. And I love you. So whatever you want to try out is perfect.”
“He wants… what we have, you know?”
Minho gave Seungmin a quick smirk before taking Seungmin’s cock into his mouth, Seungmin bucking his hips and causing the head of his cock to smack the back of Minho’s throat.
“You know… this .”
Minho just hummed in response, bobbing his head slowly as Seungmin gasped and tightened his thighs around Minho’s shoulders.
“Minho…”
Another hum and Minho was snickering against Seungmin’s cock, running his own fingers up the younger man’s thigh as he ran his tongue along the head of his cock.
“I need to know you’re comfortable with this—.”
Minho slowly popped off, slurping against the head of Seungmin’s cock as he looked up at him with big eyes.
“Minho…”
“I love you. I told you that whatever you wanted I’ll do. And I also told you I do like Jisung. He’s lovely. Maybe I don’t love him but… do you?”
“That’s the thing I’m… worried about. I think that there’s something bubbling in my chest with him and I don’t want you to think that I would… I don’t know how to describe it but I really do like him.”
Minho wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, watching Seungmin closely, “do you love him, Seungmin?”
“I don’t know how to answer that—.”
“It’s okay if you do. One heart can hold love for so many things—.”
“I think I might.”
Minho smiled before pulling up and pressing his mouth to Seungmin’s fully this time, Seungmin melting into the kiss.
“Like I told you, whatever you want I will support. Just don’t abandon me—unless that’s what you want…” Minho pouted.
“Never!” Seungmin grabbed either side of Minho’s face with his hands, eyes blown wide, “no. I would never… never.”
Minho smiled, leaning forward to press a gentler kiss to Seungmin’s lips before crawling back down to nuzzle his nose against his cock, “then everything is fine.”
Honestly, Minho didn’t mind Seungmin’s proposal at all. In the end, he really would do anything for Seungmin. And it didn’t break his heart to know Seungmin and Jisung had grown close. Minho liked Jisung too. A lot. And it wasn’t like Jisung was trying to steal Seungmin away, right?
This was fine. Minho wasn’t sure why Seungmin was so worried. He knew Minho wouldn’t lie, right? Seungmin was Minho’s whole world. And he would never do anything to jeopardize that.
He found it silly that Seungmin was worried.
“Jisung’s here.” Minho called out as he wiped his wet hands into a towel as he caught the man’s car in front of their house, “do you want me to let him in or—.”
“I got it!” Seungmin called back before rushing past the kitchen towards the front door.
Minho watched as Seungmin opened the door, Seungmin’s smiling brightly as Jisung entered their home. He really liked Jisung, didn’t he?
“Hey I know I’m early but I wanted to make sure I found the house okay.”
“You’ve really never been here before?” Minho asked, sliding out of the kitchen and leaning by the arch way that separated the two rooms, “I figured Seungmin would have brought you by to play games.”
“No! He said it was a part of the uh… agreement? You never bring me here either.” Jisung teased before sliding himself onto the couch beside Seungmin, studying the home inquisitively, “this place is so nice… definitely more of Minho’s style.”
Minho snorted at that before making his way towards the couch, leaning on the back as Jisung spun around and offered him a smirk, “Seungmin said I could decorate the house.”
“Very cozy.” Jisung laughed before biting his lower lip, “so should we talk about this whole thing?”
“What’s there to talk about?” Minho asked, “we’ve all slept together countless times, why is this any different?”
Jisung’s face got almost as red as Seungmin’s had earlier in the day.
“Minho, you’re so blunt.”
Minho shrugged before sliding down slowly, his arms on either side of Jisung, whose face was blistering with something like nervousness, “I’ve always been blunt.” Minho continued until his face was inches from Jisung’s, “how do you feel about all of this?”
Seungmin shot Minho a look before directing his attention to Jisung.
“Oh, we’re jumping right to that?”
“Why not?” Minho whispered as he leaned down to press his mouth to Jisung’s at the slightly awkward angle, his hands running along the man’s arms slowly, “skip the awkward conversation and get right to it?”
Jisung pressed his mouth back before pulling back to look Minho in the eye, “are you aware of what I’m asking here?”
Minho sighed before pulling himself upright, “you and Seungmin are in love—.”
“I’m in love with you too, stupid.” Jisung spat back before his eyes widened as if he was shocked by his own words.
And maybe Minho had misunderstood Seungmin earlier. “What?” Or maybe hadn’t listened.
Jisung gave Seungmin a look before directing his eyes back to Minho, “what did Seungmin say to you?”
“He asked about a threesome.”
Seungmin buried his face into one of the throw pillows as Jisung laughed under his breath.
“And he said that he’s…” Minho pulled the pillow away, Seungmin looking him in the eye, “he likes you a lot, and you like him a lot too.”
“Did he not tell you that I fell for you too?” Jisung pouted before shoving Seungmin playfully, “did you make it sound like this was you and I homewrecking, Seungmin?!”
“N-no!” Seungmin sputtered out.
“It’s not homewrecking,” Minho interjected, “and I’m fine with it. We have an open relationship anyways and as long as Seungmin isn’t trying to…” Minho trailed off at the possibility before gathering himself back together, “as long as Seungmin isn’t leaving me out of the blue I’m happy with whatever happens with you two. Again, I like you and—.”
“Minho.”
Minho paused before moving himself from behind the couch to settle on the couch beside Jisung instead, “yes?”
“I love Seungmin. I love you.” Minho bit the inside of his cheek, “Seungmin loves you. And he loves me too… but how do you feel? I know you love Seungmin but do you—.”
“Oh.” Minho whispered before looking at both Seungmin and Jisung individually, “you know I like you…”
Seungmin sighed before grabbing Minho’s chin in his hand, directing Minho’s eyes to him, “Jisung wants to be with us. Not as a side endeavor. He wants to be with both of us, Minho.”
Oh.
“So that’s what you meant earlier… he wants to be more than fuck buddies.”
“More than fuck buddies who also go on dates and cuddle and work together.” Jisugn added, “I don’t want to interrupt what you two have but I can’t help but badly…” Seungmin released Minho’s chin as Jisung continued, “I want to be a part of it. I’ve become so infatuated with both of you and… it’s okay if you’re not comfortable with that beyond sex.”
Minho hadn’t realized just how deep Jisung’s desire went. Nor had he listened to Seungmin properly earlier in the day when he brought all of this up.
“I want what makes Seungmin happiest—.”
“What about you?” Jisung asked worriedly.
“It’s Seungmin’s—.”
“No… it should be your decision, Minho.”
Minho looked between the men before parting his lips though he lacked the voice.
“Would you be okay being with me too, Minho?”
“Minho… he loves you too. We both do.” Seungmin reassured with a sigh before grabbing Minho’s wrist and pulling Minho off the couch and onto his lap. “I didn’t mean to confuse you… I would never want anything without your agreement.”
Minho settled onto Seungmin’s lap with a soft sigh, “I know that.”
“Did you think I didn’t want you too?” Jisung asked, directing Minho’s face back to him as he ran his fingers along the side of his face, “because that’s not the case.”
Minho shuddered as Jisung parted his lips against Minho’s as Seungmin’s fingers ran up the back of Minho’s shirt before sliding down underneath his waistband.
“Seung—.” Minho gasped against Jisung’s mouth as Seungmin’s fingers made their way against his rim.
Jisung hummed calmly before dragging his hand up into Minho’s hair, pulling his head back carefully, “I want you too, Minho. So badly…”
Minho’s head started to buzz with questions, but he finally understood.
“I want you too.”
They found themselves in the bedroom, Minho’s chest pressed against Seungmin’s and grinding against one another carefully as Jisung decorated his back from behind with his lips. Minho was sandwiched between them, his body on fire as both men sprayed his skin in touches and kisses. Minho wasn’t even sure what to focus on. It felt like something out of a fantasy.
“Seungmin…”
“Yeah?” Seungmin whispered softly as he looked Minho in the eyes.
“I want you both inside of me so bad.” Minho’s head buzzed in the sudden thought. He did want both of them. Even more than this.
Jisung pressed himself against Minho, Minho arching his back and rolling himself back against the man’s cock that was settled against his ass. “You’re so greedy, Minho.”
Seungmin traced the lines of Minho’s stomach as he watched Minho roll himself back against Jisung, “both of us? Who do you want first?”
“No. Seungmin, you know what I mean.” Minho sighed as he angled his chin upright, releasing a hiss at the fingers entering him again, digits filling his walls.
“M-Minho, that's not the same as when we—.”
“You two aren’t that big.” Minho deadpanned as Jisung pressed his finger against his prostate, causing Minho to melt back into him.
“You mean you want us inside of you at the same time? Have you ever—.”
“Yes!”
“With toys!” Seungmin shot back as Minho grabbed Seungmin’s hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. “Minho, you know it’s not the same—.”
“Want both…” Minho huffed before sliding Seungmin’s fingers into his mouth as he rode Jisung’s fingers, eyes half lidded and watching Seungmin intensely.
“Are you sure?” Jisung asked as he continued wiggling his fingers inside of him.
“Jisung, we’ve done it before too—.”
“With toys!” Seungmin interjected.
Minho frowned before pushing Seungmin forwards on the bed, crawling on top of him and rolling his hips sinfully slowly, “I need you inside of me, Seungmin. Both of you… I promise I can handle it and if it’s too much I’ll say stop.”
Seungmin inhaled as he watched Minho closely, “Minho. You’re sure?”
Minho nodded, “it’ll be amazing. The best feeling in the entire world… you know I wouldn’t lie—.”
Seungmin laughed covering Minho’s mouth momentarily, leaning up to kiss him as he moved his hands before looking past Minho and towards Jisung who was sliding his fingers from Minho and pouring more lube along his rim, “how do you feel about this, Jisung?”
“We have done this before. Kind of. It’ll be different with… the real thing, but we can figure it out, right?”
Minho nodded, “please?”
Seungmin watched Minho closely, “if it’s too much, you’ll stop us?”
Minho shot Seungmin a look, “Seungmin, you know I never lie about what I want.”
“Okay, but—.”
“Seungmin. I’m serious.”
And Minho may have been in over his head, but the feeling of Seungmin finally inside of him after the two men stretched him together for the last half hour was just… far too amazing.
“Minho, you feel so good…” Seungmin whispered as Minho rocked his hips carefully, his eyes fixated on Seungmin as he felt Jisung’s teeth at his shoulder blade, hands running down Minho’s back.
Minho stayed quiet, offering a half smirk before he felt the press from behind him, Jisung rubbing the head of his cock right above Seungmin’s cock.
“Are you sure this angle is alright?” Seungmin breathed out as he watched Minho from the pillows below, “I don’t want you getting hurt—.”
Minho pressed their mouths together, bouncing himself against Seungmin slightly before pressing their chests together as Jisung crawled over him and sprayed his back in kisses.
“Minho, is this really okay?” Seungmin asked as Minho pulled away, “will you really stop if you’re hurting?”
“I told you I would. I promise.” Minho whispered before Jisung pushed him down onto Seungmin’s chest, Minho releasing a hiss before Jisung started to press himself into Minho with more pressure, causing Minho to gasp out and bury his face into Seungmin’s warm skin, his lips glued to his collarbone.
Seungmin hummed before Minho heard the smacking sounds of lips and tongue beside him, his eyes directing to the sight of Seungmin and Jisung locking their lips.
They really did look amazing together. Minho watched in awe as Seungmin gasped, Jisung’s tongue running along Seungmin’s teeth. And then Minho was the one gasping, the feeling of Jisung pressing himself further inside of him causing him to bury his face again.
It was definitely more than he expected, but at the same time it felt so unreal and good.
“You okay?” Seungmin whispered as minho dragged his eyes up to look at him, Minho’s saliva running down his chin as he nodded.
“If it’s too much, let me know and I’ll slide out, okay?” Jisugn whispered with strain as he started to rock his hips slowly, seeming to never press himself beyond what he already had. Which was considerate.
Minho really was in over his head when it came to this. He didn’t expect so much pressure between the two inside of him. He felt like he’d tear in half if Jisung tried to do much more than this.
But it felt so—.
“God… it feels so good.” Jisung whispered after a few moments of gasping breaths, his hand making its way up into Minho’s hair before he dragged Minho from Seungmin’s shoulder and towards him. Jisung’s tongue had Minho’s head spinning. And then there was a deep thrust that had Minho whimpering against Jisung’s mouth with enough volume to embarrass him.
“Seungmin—.” Jisung moaned out before pulling Minho’s hair slightly, only making Minho’s body heat up more.
“You two are so good together… I can’t help it.” Seungmin gasped as Minho directed his eyes to him, watching how Seungmin’s mouth was parted and eyes full of tears, “so so pretty…”
Seungmin always got a little emotional during sex. And it was always such a sight to see.
But Minho couldn’t focus on that for long, not with Jisung rolling his hips slightly, his hands running down Minho’s hip as the other loosened in his hair.
It didn’t necessarily hurt too much. Minho hadn’t been lying when he said he could handle it. It was just so much pressure and he could barely keep himself from faltering into madness as the two men moved inside of him.
Absolutely surreal.
And Minho nearly passed out when he felt Seungmin’s seed fill him as Jisung pulled himself out, Seungmin’s mouth wide as Minho turned to face him properly.
He looked beautiful. Completely fucked out.
Just as Minho liked him.
Watching Seungmin falter was always the most exciting part of their times together. The way Seungmin crumbled up and cried his name. And he loved hearing his name on Seungmin’s tongue. And Jisung’s name filled the air as well.
Minho attempted to pull himself up slightly before Seungmin flipped them, Minho’s back on the bed as Jisung moved to the side, running his fingers through Minho’s hair while Seungmin started to move slowly, seeming to ride out his orgasm happily.
Anything for him.
Minho smiled as Seungmin moved, fondness filling his chest before he felt the interruption of a hand around his cock, snapping his vision onto Jisung again.
“You’re all a mess, huh?”
Minho scoffed through his soft moans before looking back towards Seungmin, “Seungmin… touch Jisung too.”
Seungmin looked at Minho with glossy eyes before lazily reaching his hand over to touch Jisung’s cock with his long fingers.
And it was such a nice sight. Seungmin unraveled entirely, pulling himself out of Minho to collapse on the bed after Minho had come.
After a few lazy kisses Jisung settled over top of them, hissing as his own seed splashed against Seungmin and Minho’s chests.
Maybe it all felt like a dream or something. Being cuddled in the middle by the two men after a hasty cleanup and a mass of kisses. It didn’t really feel real at all, but based on the pain in his back and the warmth in his chest, he couldn’t deny what had happened.
A week passed. Seungmin had invited Jisung to stay at their house briefly—just for a little longer, anyways. Now that Jisung was a part of them. Which felt… it was still so fresh and new. Minho wasn’t sure how he felt about waking up with Jisung and Seungmin in bed with him every night, but there were no negatives.
He liked Jisung a lot. Jisung was so… lovely and sweet. There was no doubt that he had feelings for the man in some way. Some way? No… he really liked Jisung. He did.
“Minho, do you have those files?” Minho shifted his attention to Jisung who was standing beside his desk.
“Hm?”
Jisung glanced around before sliding down to look Minho in the eye, “never mind about the files, do you want dinner tonight? My treat.”
Minho narrowed his eyes, “oh? That’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
Jisung settled down on top of Minho’s desk, “you still seem off about everything.”
“I’m not off, I’m just not sure how to act.”
“The same way you do with Seungmin.” Jisung pouted, “unless this is too much for you?”
“No, it’s not.”
Jisung inhaled before waving someone over, Minho capturing the person within seconds. Seungmin and his large dorky glasses hanging off his face rushing across the room to Minho’s desk, “are you sure, Minho?” If I’m being too intrusive—.”
“I think I love you too, Jisung.” Seungmin and Jisung stared at Minho with wide eyes, Minho swirling in his chair and placing his hands onto his stomach, “It’s just taking me a lot to accept that I don’t only have Seungmin to protect now… and maybe it’s a little scary.”
Seungmin pouted before sliding his fingers under Minho’s chin to lift the man’s eyes onto his, “that’s why you’ve been so… off?”
“Off… have I been weird that noticeably?” Minho frowned before he felt a hand run along his shoulder, eyes shifting to Jisung briefly.
“I was worried I was… really getting in the way of you and Seungmin.” Jisung whispered.
Minho’s shook his head, “never. I think it’s honestly just me. I’ve never—we’ve been open. But I’ve never had to worry about anyone besides Seungmin. You know he’s my world, right?”
Minho caught Seungmin’s loving smile in the corner of his eye.
“I know.” Jisung smiled back.
“I think I’m just trying to accept that… maybe I want you to be as well. Both of you at once and… again, it’s a lot.”
Minho watched as Seungmin slid his fingers away from his chin before giving Jisung a slight smile.
“We can take everything one step at a time. There’s nothing to fear, Minho.” Jisung added as Minho looked between them.
And maybe they were right. Minho’s worries were… silly.
“Is the storage closet free?” Minho asked suddenly, causing Seungmin to bring a hand to his own cheek in embarrassment.
“What?” Jisung asked in confusion.
“Our storage closet. Me and Seungmin fuck there when we’re stressed out—.”
Seungmin covered Minho’s mouth quickly before clearing his throat, “it’s a storage closet that’s only used by the overachievers who stay late… aka Minho and I.”
“Oh? I see.” Jisung smirked.
Minho moved Seungmin’s hand, giving the man’s fingers tiny kisses, “do you want to show Jisung the closet? Our special place?”
Seungmin’s face was so adorably red.
“S-sure.”
And it didn’t take long to drag his two lovers into the storage closet, locking and undressing so fast that Minho could barely get his thoughts together.
And he loved every second. And every touch. And every breath and moan that escaped from the men’s lips.
Perhaps Minho was just being paranoid. He loved Seungmin. And he could find space for Jisung in his heart. Jisung had already wedged his way comfortably into Seungmin’s, and Minho could feel the prickling sensation of Jisung filling his own heart.
Jisung would fit perfectly with them. Minho had no doubts.
“I love you, Minho.” Seungmin whispered as he thrust himself into Minho carefully, his fingers running down Minho’s waist as Minho was pressed against the wall.
Even in the small space, somehow the three of them complimented each other.
And as Jisung bucked his hips into Seungmin, Minho could feel the euphoria building in his stomach, Seungmin’s breathy moans really making Minho’s head spin.
He had no worries. No fear.
Because he had Seungmin and Jisung. And they made him feel… relaxed and free.
He loved them. Both of them.
They fit perfectly.