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Baekhyun’s finger rests on the pad as the lock clicks open. But Baekhyun doesn’t move though. There is an unfamiliar pair of shoes outside the door.
The brown Gucci leather loafers don’t belong to Baekhyun. They don’t belong to his husband either.
Baekhyun steels himself and pushes open the door.
The first thing he spots is a discarded jacket right next to the door. Baekhyun pushes it aside with his toe, so that the door can swing close. The door locks automatically behind him, the mechanical beeps accompanying Baekhyun as he takes a few more steps into the house.
A shirt lies on the posh marble flooring. It’s torn, ripped apart, buttons hanging off frayed threads.
A second torn shirt lies at the foot of the stairs.
Baekhyun follows the trail of clothes up the staircase. Every step feels heavy, as though his ankles were weighed with lead. Baekhyun walks pasts discarded pants. Two pairs of them. There’s discarded underwear along the way as well.
Unsurprisingly, the trail leads to the master bedroom.
Baekhyun looks through the open doorway.
His husband is there, fucking someone else on their king-sized bed.
They don’t even sense Baekhyun’s presence. His husband has the other guy pinned down, mewing and gasping as he mercilessly pounds him into the mattress. They are all sweaty limbs and tangled moans. From Baekhyun’s angle it’s hard to see his face, but Baekhyun manages to figure out who he is anyway. It’s his coppery-tanned skin tone that gives him away.
“Baekhyun hyung?”
It is Jongin who eventually catches sight of Baekhyun. Above Jongin, Baekhyun’s husband stills. He whips his head towards Baekhyun. It’s when their eyes meet that the tears that Baekhyun hadn’t known were standing in his eyes start to fall.
Baekhyun turns his tear-streaked face away from his husband. He starts for the door, but the master bedroom door slides close right before his very eyes. Tears flowing, Baekhyun paws fruitlessly at the doorknob, but it doesn’t budge. They live in a smart house, and Sehun can remotely control everything via his handphone.
“Baekhyunnie.”
Baekhyun feels Sehun’s arms circle him from the back. Baekhyun is spun around and pushed up against the door. Sehun’s broad shoulders and strong arms cage him in, and Baekhyun can only look up helplessly at his husband’s handsome face.
“Baekhyunnie,” smiles Sehun, addressing Baekhyun as if he were the hyung and not the other way round. “You’re home early.”
He leans down, trying to kiss Baekhyun, but Baekhyun struggles, turning his face from side to side so that Sehun’s lips can’t connect with his own.
“Did I come home at the wrong time?” Baekhyun spits out sarcastically as he tries to push his husband off him. “Should I come back later?”
“No, baby,” laughs Sehun, as if this were all a game. “You came back just at the right time to join us.”
Wait… what?
Before Baekhyun can process the implications of Sehun’s words, Sehun has already lifted Baekhyun up bridal style. He carries Baekhyun to the bed and lays him down next to Jongin.
“Baekhyun hyung?”
Unlike Sehun, at least Jongin has the decency to look apologetic. He’s sitting up with his weight balanced on one elbow, his face hovering over Baekhyun’s. His eyes are warm, concerned. Baekhyun has never felt more like slapping someone. This is the bitch who his husband has been fucking on their marital bed, for fuck’s sake. He has no business looking at Baekhyun with such concerned eyes.
Meanwhile, Sehun moves to strip Baekhyun.
“No,” Baekhyun says, trying to get up.
He’s pushed back down immediately by Sehun of course, right into Jongin’s waiting arms.
“Hold him still, Nini.”
Baekhyun does his best to thrash around, but Jongin’s arms are secure around him. Both Sehun and Jongin work out regularly, and it shows in their arm muscles. On the other hand, Baekhyun has never stepped in a gym, unless you count waiting at the reception area for Sehun.
“Baekhyun hyung, it’s going to be okay. Please relax.”
Baekhyun hates how soothing and gentle Jongin’s voice is. Baekhyun has his face turned away from Jongin, but despite this, Jongin is peppering soft kisses on whatever expanse of skin he can reach.
By this time, Sehun has finished stripping Baekhyun. He spreads Baekhyun’s legs. He climbs over Baekhyun, like a mountain lion that’s ready to devour its prey. He and Jongin share a quick kiss, before Sehun turns to Baekhyun. Cupping Baekhyun’s cheek, he leans down to kiss Baekhyun full on the mouth. The kiss is long and dirty. Sehun has his tongue stuck down Baekhyun’s mouth and he’s completely dominating Baekhyun. By the time the kiss ends, all fight leaves Baekhyun. Sehun smirks down approving at Baekhyun as he wipes the last of Baekhyun’s tears away with a swipe of this thumb.
Sehun sits up. He’s kneeling in between Baekhyun’s legs, sitting on his haunches. He lifts Baekhyun’s legs up, bending them at the knees. The head of his cock is positioned at the entrance of Sehun’s hole.
“Wait, Sehunnie.” Jongin covers his hand over Baekhyun’s hole, protecting it. “Shouldn’t we lube up Baekhyun hyung first?”
“Nah,” says Sehun. “That’ll take too long. Want him now.”
With that, Sehun thrusts in. The force of his thrust pushes Jongin’s fingers aside, forces them to part as his hard member passes through the gaps in between Jongin’s fingers to breach Baekhyun’s unprepared hole. It bottoms out, hitting Baekhyun’s prostrate in a single swift thrust, ripping out a cry of pain from Baekhyun’s throat.
Sehun pulls out, all poised for a second thrust, but Jongin launches himself at Sehun. His lips capture Sehun’s in a passionate kiss, and Baekhyun sees Sehun melting into the kiss, losing himself in Jongin’s arms. Jongin’s arms snake around Sehun’s neck. He pulls Sehun away from Baekhyun, bodily bringing Sehun with him as he lies down with Sehun atop him. He grabs Sehun’s cock and guides it back into his own hole. Sehun responds eagerly, pumping his hips rapidly in and out of Jongin.
Even as Sehun plunders him, Jongin’s fingers find their way into Baekhyun’s hole. His fingers are covered in lube. Sehun’s steady fucking means that Jongin’s fingers are haphazard and sloppy, but even then, Baekhyun can tell Jongin is trying his best to prep Baekhyun as best he can. Baekhyun looks around for the lube, and he notices the tube lying right next to him on the bed. With shaky fingers, Baekhyun preps himself too, his fingers working side by side Jongin’s as they both stretch Baekhyun’s muscles as best as they can.
With a loving kiss, Sehun lets go of Jongin. He lays Jongin next to Baekhyun on the bed, then climbs back above Baekhyun. He leans down to kiss Baekhyun, and pushes back in. Baekhyun gasps, breaking the kiss momentarily. It’s already a lot better now that Baekhyun has been prepped, but Sehun’s so big, it still burns. Sehun possessively reclaims Baekhyun’s lips. The way he aggressively kisses Baekhyun mirrors the way his cock aggressively plunders Baekhyun’s hole. Throughout fucking Baekhyun, Sehun continues to touch Jongin, alternating between fingering his hole and stroking his cock.
“Sehunnie, slow down a little. You’re hurting Baekhyun hyung.”
“Aww, is Hyung hurting little Baekhyunnie? Do you want Hyung to slow down?”
Biting his lip, Baekhyun nods up at his husband.
“Then you know what to do, don’t you Baekhyunnie? Plead with with Hyung. Ask nicely and Hyung will give you what you want.”
“Sehun hyung,” Baekhyun chokes out, even though he’s two years older than Sehun. “Hyung, slow down… … please… …”
The effect is immediate. His thrusts are still strong, just that they are slow and deep now. When Sehun bends down to kiss Baekhyun, it’s sweet and loving, and Baekhyun is so, so addicted.
Jongin is touching him too, light fluttering kisses peppered on his shoulders and his neck, his hands roaming all over Baekhyun. But Baekhyun tunes him out, focusing solely on Sehun.
Baekhyun is in bliss when suddenly, without warning, Sehun stops. Baekhyun sits up in alarm when he realises that Sehun is climbing off him. Baekhyun desperately tries to pull Sehun back, but all he gets is a good-natured laugh and a peck on his forehead. Sehun thrusts back into Jongin, and Baekhyun is only slightly mollified when he sees that Sehun is rough and hard with Jongin. As Sehun fucks Jongin, he plays with Baekhyun’s hole and cock, just like he had with Jongin. His fingers are rough and sloppy as he focuses his attention mostly on Jongin.
But just as abruptly as it had stopped, it begins again as Sehun swaps over to climb back over Baekhyun. Baekhyun can see that Sehun is having the time of his life here, having both his husband and his best friend lying side by side on the same bed, their bodies laid bare for Sehun to plunder as he pleases.
Despite being the last one to join, it is Baekhyun who comes first. It doesn’t even happen when he’s being fucked by Sehun. Sehun is balls deep inside Jongin when his stroking of Baekhyun’s cock sends Baekhyun over the edge. It feels so lonely, cumming on his own outside of Sehun’s warm embrace, when Sehun’s attentions are on someone else. Sehun does lean over to kiss him though, to reward him for ‘cumming so prettily’.
Jongin gasps, clinging on tighter onto Sehun’s shoulders. He’s close. And just like that, Sehun’s attention is back on Jongin. His hips snap brutally in and out, but any cries Jongin makes are muffled by Sehun’s domineering kisses.
They come together, lips and hips locked together, both their bodies tensing then relaxing at the same time. Afterwards, their lips find each other’s once again and they kiss sweetly for a long time.
Sehun flops down on bed next to Jongin. He gathers Baekhyun in his arms and Baekhyun gets his own long, sweet kiss. Baekhyun is lying on top of Sehun, the top half of his body resting on top of Sehun’s torso. Baekhyun legs are resting on the bed, with Sehun’s legs parted and framing Baekhyun’s legs on either side. As he and Sehun kiss, Baekhyun can feel Jongin’s hands on him, rubbing up and down his back, kneading and squeezing his buttocks.
His fingers find Baekhyun’s hole. After circling around the rim tentatively for a few long moments, Jongin gathers his courage and dips a finger in. The intrusion makes Baekhyun stiffen.
“Sehunnie… … can I?” Jongin sounds tentative, unsure.
Sehun smiles tenderly at Jongin. He traces a finger across Jongin’s cheek, warm and comforting.
“Sure, go ahead.”
Baekhyun whips his head up, shocked and betrayed. Jongin’s face positively lights up though, and he and Sehun share a quick loving kiss, before Jongin moves to climb over Baekhyun. When Sehun next looks back at Baekhyun, he’s hit full on by the force of Baekhyun’s glare, but Sehun only laughs at him. He cups Baekhyun’s face in his hands as he lovingly kisses Baekhyun’s indignation away.
Behind him, Baekhyun can feel Jongin piercing in. Jongin’s thrusts are strong and deep, yet gentle, the way Baekhyun likes it, but Baekhyun mentally tunes Jongin out, focusing only on kissing Sehun.
Jongin leans down, and Sehun breaks his kiss with Baekhyun so he can kiss him. Jongin leans in to kiss Baekhyun too, but Baekhyun turns his face away, and all Jongin can do is pepper kisses at the back of Baekhyun’s neck.
After what feels like eternity, Jongin shudders, his hands tight on Baekhyun’s hips as he shoots his load into Baekhyun. He slumps back down on the bed next to Sehun. Baekhyun feels a trail of cum leak out of his hole, but he ignores it.
“Thank you, Sehunnie,” says Jongin, kissing Sehun.
“Thank you, Baekhyun hyung,” he says, kissing Baekhyun on the forehead. His hands smooth over Baekhyun’s hair. “It meant a lot to me.”
“Do you want to stay the night, Nini?”
Before he answers Sehun, Jongin turns to Baekhyun. Baekhyun feels Jongin’s eyes on him, all hopeful.
But Baekhyun turns the other way, choosing to burrow his face into Sehun’s chest instead of meeting Jongin’s gaze.
“I’ll go back home tonight.”
He sounds hurt, but Baekhyun can’t dredge up a drop of sympathy for him.
Jongin climbs out of bed. Baekhyun and Sehun continue to lie in bed, Baekhyun’s head snuggled against Sehun’s chest. There’s a sound of running water coming out of the en-suite bathroom, before Jongin steps out with just a towel wrapped round his waist. He opens the door to the walk-in closet, and he helps himself to Sehun’s clothes like they were his own. Baekhyun wonders how often Jongin must have done this, for it to be so routine.
“I’ll walk you to the door, Nini.”
With a quick peck on the forehead, Sehun abandons Baekhyun. He pulls on a bathrobe, and the two best friends disappear out of the door together. Baekhyun drags himself out of bed. He pads naked to their outdoor balcony. It’s huge, the size of a small garden. It’s adorned with lush greenery, and in the middle is a big open-air hot-tub. Baekhyun presses the knob to get the jacuzzi going before climbing in. Above him, stars twinkle in the night sky. If it were daytime, Baekhyun would have been able to see the ocean. Instead, Baekhyun sees the lights of the ships that pass by, and the lights from their neighbour’s houses, the other ocean-front villas that also hug the coastline, just like theirs. It’s a beautiful sight.
Just one year ago, if anyone told Baekhyun he would be sitting here right now, in the lapse of luxury, Baekhyun would have laughed in their faces. The Byun Baekhyun then was a school drop-out, living in the poorest slums of city, working two jobs a day trying to pay the medical bills for his younger sister’s cancer treatment and the mounting debts of his father’s failing small-time business, while trying to hide any money he had from his gambling-addict mother.
One of Baekhyun’s jobs was waiting tables in the cafe of a high-end hotel, and one day, he had served a glass of iced americano to a well-dressed gentleman sitting at a table by himself near the window. When the man looked up to say thank you, Baekhyun had been shocked to see that the gentleman was none other than Oh Sehun.
Everyone in their city knew who Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun were. The media dubbed them the Three Diamond Bachelors of Busan. The best of friends since they were children, all three of them were incredibly handsome and insanely rich, new-generation chaebols that had never needed to work a single day of their lives.
Baekhyun had always thought that out of the three of them, Sehun was the best looking. In fact, Sehun was just his type. He followed Sehun on instagram and twitter, and regularly liked and commented on his posts, but he had never dreamed he would ever get to meet Sehun one day. Baekhyun was thrilled to have been lucky enough to serve Sehun coffee, and he had thought that that would be the end of their encounter. But when Sehun had gotten the bill, he left Baekhyun not only a hefty tip, but also a phone number scribbled on the back of the receipt. Baekhyun called the number immediately after his shift, and found himself brought up into the most expensive suite of the hotel.
When Baekhyun eventually emerged from the suite with Sehun, Baekhyun had been fired from both his jobs for not turning up for work for three whole days. But by then, that hadn’t mattered anymore, because Byun Baekhyun had become Oh Sehun’s boyfriend, and money was no longer an issue for him. With the signing of a single cheque, Sehun saved Baekhyun’s father’s business from the brink of bankruptcy. Baekhyun’s mother stopped gambling at underground dens, and was now enjoying VIP treatment at the most luxurious casinos across the country. But best of all, Baekhyun’s sister was moved into a private hospital, with the best cancer doctors treating her. In fact, that was where Baekhyun had been just now, before he had come home to the sight of Sehun fucking Jongin.
Tears prick Baekhyun’s eyes. He had known of course, of Sehun’s reputation. All three of them were notorious playboys. But Sehun had been so sweet and loving, Baekhyun had never suspected a thing. He thought he had been the one to change Sehun. After a whirlwind six months of romance, glamour and sex, in which Baekhyun had never been happier, Sehun had popped the question, Baekhyun said yes immediately. They got married in a castle in Italy. It had been a fairy tale. But now, three months into the marriage, Baekhyun is starting to realise how naïve he has been. Sehun had never changed. He was just good at hiding it from Baekhyun before the marriage. And now that their marriage was a done deal, it seems that Sehun can’t be bothered to continue hiding anymore.
“Ah, there you are Baekhyunnie. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Sehun hyung.”
Sehun sheds his bathrobe and climbs into the hot tub. When they first met, Sehun had been so respectful and polite, dutifully addressing him as ‘Baekhyun hyung’ all the time. Making Baekhyun call Sehun ‘hyung’ was only a thing that came up during sex. But after their marriage, this thing about Sehun being the hyung in their relationship suddenly extended beyond the realm of sex and into their daily lives. If Baekhyun slipped up and accidentally forgot to address Sehun as hyung, Baekhyun would be punished. Sehun had an entire collection of sex toys for this purpose, ranging from nipple clamps to vibrating dildos.
“My pretty little Baekhyunnie, why are you sitting out here all by yourself, looking so sad? Come over here to Hyung.”
Baekhyun obediently crosses the hot tub into Sehun’s waiting arms. Sehun gathers Baekhyun into his lap, and they kiss sweetly under the stars for a long time.
“My Baekhyunnie, do you know how pretty you look when you are sad? It makes me want to kiss you and never stop.”
“Is that why you make me sad? You used to like it when I was happy. You used to say I looked pretty when I was happy.”
“Oh, Baekhyunnie. Of course I still think you’re pretty when you’re happy. So, so pretty. When I make you happy, it makes me happy too.”
“Then why did you share me with Jongin just now?”
“Chanyeol hyung, Jongin and I always share our partners around. We’ve always had.”
“But you never used to. Not with me, at least.”
“Yes, I was selfish. I wanted Baekhyunnie all to myself.”
“Then you should have continued to keep me all to yourself!” Baekhyun knows he sounds like a petulant child, but he can’t help it. “Why did that change?”
“Baekhyunnie, you saw how Jongin was just now, right? I couldn’t bear to say no to Jongin any longer, not when he was looking like that. Besides, it felt wrong to deny you from Jongin, when I had already let Chanyeol had a go at you last week.”
The fresh remembrance of what happened last week brings immediate tears to Baekhyun’s eyes. In the spur of the moment, Chanyeol had suggested an impromptu trip to Las Vegas. Vegas wasn’t really Jongin’s vibe, but Sehun had agreed to go, and of course, Baekhyun went with him. They were playing poker in a private VVIP room of a casino. Chanyeol was a roll and Sehun had been suffering a streak of bad luck. Sehun had already lost US$1 million dollars to Chanyeol, when the duo decided to stop betting with money. Instead, they had started using Baekhyun to play strip poker. The winner of each round could decide which article of clothing Baekhyun had to remove. And when Baekhyun was stripped bare, it was decided the winner of the round could fuck Baekhyun.
Baekhyun had prayed fervently that Sehun would win that round, but it was not to be. Chanyeol fucked Baekhyun there and then on the gambling table, pinning him down easily because of his bigger bulk. Throughout, he kept cajoling a sulking Sehun to join them. Sehun, still fuming about his loss, refused to at first, but in the end, Chanyeol’s cajoling won him over and both of them had double-stuffed Baekhyun. Chanyeol and Sehun are both huge, and it was the most painful experience of Baekhyun’s life. Even now, Baekhyun can remember how it felt. The excruciating pain of two cocks splitting him open, and even worse, the unbearable pain of the knowledge that Sehun would let his best friend fuck him.
Baekhyun is sobbing quiet tears into Sehun’s neck now. Sehun holds him close, and he’s tender and sweet as he kisses the tears the away.
“Do you want me to always be sad like this?”
“No, Baekhyunnie. Of course not. You’re breaking my heart right now. Tell Hyung how to make things better.”
“Sehun hyung, could you not share me with others?”
“Ah, that’s something really hard to promise, Baekhyunnie. Now that both Chanyeol hyung and Jongin have tasted what it’s like to have you, they’ll be wanting you again. It’ll be hard to keep saying no to them. But I promise I will say no for a while, okay? I promise that it’ll be just us for a while.”
Baekhyun perks up at that.
“Just us? You mean… … you’re going to stop sleeping around?”
Sehun nods and Baekhyun is absolutely delighted.
“I’ll stop for a bit. It’s going to be just us, for now.”
Baekhyun flings his arms around Sehun in delight. He rewards Sehun with a long and passionate kiss, and he can feel Sehun smiling into the kiss, just like Baekhyun is doing himself.
“That’s my happy Baekhyunnie.” Sehun tweaks Baekhyun’s chin. “My happy little ray of sunshine.”
“Didn’t you just say I look pretty when I’m sad?” scoffs Baekhyun as he snuggles into Sehun, though there’s no real sting in his words. He’s much too happy for that.
“Yes. But you look pretty when you’re happy too. So, so pretty. I want to keep you like this, forever.”
They soak in the hot tub together until they’re all wrinkly, before they get up to shower together. When they step out of the bathroom, Sehun carries Baekhyun bridal style back into their bedroom.
When they enter their bedroom, a lump forms in Baekhyun’s throat. The bed has been made, and rose petals are strewn over it. Scented candles are put tastefully around the room. It’s the exact same set-up as their wedding night. Sehun must have given instructions to the servants to set this up while they had been in the hot tub.
Sehun is gentle when he lays Baekhyun on the bed. He’s gentle with Baekhyun too, when they make love, deep, strong thrusts that has Baekhyun mewing and arching his back. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, limbs tangled together.
Baekhyun’s last thought before his mind drifts off to sleep is how nice it would be if things stayed like this forever.
If only… …