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The light from the bedside lamp was amber, almost reddish, casting long shadows across the rumpled white sheets. Jimin sat in the corner chair, legs crossed, his shirt unbuttoned to his navel, a glass of red wine barely touched in his hand. His eyes shone with that dangerous mix of tenderness and lust that only he could maintain without flinching.
On the bed, Yoongi had Namjoon face down.
The older man's large hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles white, his back arched at an angle that screamed surrender. Yoongi moved slowly, deliberately, as if he wanted every inch to feel eternal. His voice came out low and raspy, right against Namjoon's ear.
"Namjoon-ah…" he whispered, almost affectionately, before the sweetness twisted into something darker. "Are you getting hard again, hmm?"
Namjoon let out a muffled groan into the pillow. He tried to turn his face away, but Yoongi grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and held him there, his cheek pressed against the fabric.
"Don't hide," Yoongi ordered, thrusting deeper with each stroke, making Namjoon's whole body shudder. "Your brother's watching. Don't you want him to see how good you are for me?"
Jimin smiled from his spot, small and Perverse. He took a slow sip of wine, letting the liquid stain his lips before speaking.
"Hyung…" Jimin's voice was soft, almost sing-song. "Come on, don't be shy. My boyfriend wanted to spend the night with you, so I gave it to him. Be a good boy and do what he wants."
Namjoon trembled. This wasn't what he'd expected when Jimin told him he had a night planned for him.
This was wrong. He couldn't believe what his younger brother wanted.
But still, there he was, being fucked by his brother's boyfriend, Yoongi.
He closed his eyes tightly, but couldn't stop another moan from escaping, more broken, more desperate. Yoongi let out a low, dark laugh and bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
“Look at him, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi said, continuing his movements, the rhythm now crueler, faster. “Your older brother melts so cute when I split him in two. Isn’t that right, Namjoon-ah? Say it.”
“Y-yes…” Namjoon’s voice came out strangled, barely audible. The middle brother simply wanted to disappear right then and there, even though he didn’t want to; his body craved something else.
Yoongi clicked his tongue, unsatisfied.
“Harder. I want Jimin to hear it clearly.”
Namjoon swallowed, his neck tense, his cheeks burning.
“Y-yes… hyung… you’re splitting me… you’re breaking me…”
Jimin placed the glass on the nightstand with a delicate clinking. He stood up slowly, barefoot, and walked to the edge of the bed. She leaned forward slightly, just enough so that Namjoon could see her eyes even though she didn't turn her head.
“Do you like it when Yoongi fucks you in front of me, hyung?” Jimin asked softly, almost tenderly, as he stroked Namjoon’s sweaty jaw with two fingers. “Does it turn you on to know that I allow it? That I want to see you like this…”
Namjoon closed his eyes again, mortified, but his hips moved back instinctively, wanting more.
Yoongi grunted in approval and slapped his ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.
“Good boy,” he murmured, then looked at Jimin with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want me to turn him around? That way you can see his face when he comes moaning my name.”
Jimin tilted his head, considering it.
“Yes. I want to see him cry out in pleasure.”
Between the two of them, they turned him over roughly. Namjoon ended up on his back, legs spread, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His eyes were glassy, his lips swollen from biting them, and a painful erection pressed against his abdomen.
Yoongi positioned himself between his thighs again, this time looking him in the eyes as he thrust in with a single, slow, deep stroke.
"Namjoon-ah…" he whispered, almost sweetly, as he began to move again. "Look at me."
Namjoon obeyed, trembling.
"Tell me who you belong to tonight."
"To you…" Namjoon whispered, his voice cracking.
Yoongi smiled, crookedly.
"Louder, bitch. Let your brother hear it clearly."
"To you, hyung… I belong to you…"
Jimin sat beside them on the bed, close but not yet touching. He just watched, his eyes shining and his breathing a little heavier.
The youngest of the three couldn't hold back and pulled out his member, stroking it in the quiet of the thrusts his boyfriend was giving Namjoon.
"Keep going, hyung," he said softly. "Fuck him like you told me you wanted to."
And Yoongi obeyed.
He increased the pace until the bed was banging against the wall, until Namjoon's moans turned into ragged sobs, until tears began to stream down his temples. Yoongi gripped his jaw tightly, forcing him to look at him.
"Watch me while I come inside you, Namjoon-ah. I want you to feel every drop knowing your brother is watching me fuck you and fill you up."
The youngest of the three watched intently, seeing his boyfriend fuck his brother hard, the older man's pelvis thumping against Namjoon's ass.
—I'm sure if Jimin fucks you, you'll cry. He always does it so well, it would fill you up so much, Namjoon-ah. Would you like your brother to fuck you? Hmm? —He said while continuing to thrust hard. Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. Yoongi was hitting hard on that spot that made Namjoon cry with pleasure even though he didn't want to.
After those words, Namjoon broke down with a broken cry, his body arching violently as he came without anyone touching him, only from the friction and delicious humiliation. Yoongi followed shortly after, growling against his neck, filling him until he felt like he was overflowing.
And Jimin came last, jet after jet of fluid pouring out. He groaned as he squeezed the tip of his member, watching the scene before him.
When it was all over, the silence was heavy, hot, filled with ragged breaths.
Jimin retracted his member again and leaned in, kissing Namjoon's sweaty forehead with a tenderness that starkly contrasted with everything that had come before.
"Well done, hyung," he whispered against his skin. "Always so obedient."
Yoongi slumped to the side after withdrawing from Namjoon and looked at Jimin with a lazy smile.
"Happy now, little one?"
The younger man reached for the older man's hole, watching it slowly close and see his boyfriend's semen ooze out. He couldn't resist inserting two fingers into his brother's hole, which was already quite dilated after his brother's boyfriend had fucked him.
Jimin nodded slowly, his fingers still moving inside his brother, his eyes still fixed on his older brother's trembling body.
"Very."
And in that room, under that amber light that never seemed to fully fade, all three knew this was no exception.
They were simply what they were.