Link: archiveofourown.org/works/6324958/chapters/14491693

Youngjae was grateful.
He knew how lucky he was to get accepted into the entertainment of his choice and he knew how lucky he was to get put into a group so soon. And he was real lucky to be in a group with six of his best friends and six thoroughly amazing people. He admired every one of them in a different way and he was convinced that meeting them was one of the luckiest things to happen to him.
These were the things he knew, the things he told himself.
But they didn't make this feeling go away.
This slightly uncomfortable feeling in his chest whenever he watched the other boys talk about good old trainee times or the times when he didn't understand an inside joke that was formed long before he even knew any of them.
And he couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve to be in this band sometimes. The boys had so much more experience; they had had all the time to learn everything and get to know this job. Youngjae on the other hand was thrown into this.
Yes, voluntarily.
But still- everything happened so fast and sometimes he felt like he was so far behind and like he could never reach the other boys.

He was sitting in the corner of the studio, watching Jackson and Mark practice their martial arts tricking.
The way they moved had gotten so professional. The way they flew through the air as if they weighed nothing, looked so easy and Youngjae imagined them getting better with every single time they did it. How was he supposed to ever get there?
He knew the boys well by now, but there was always this feeling lurking, that they knew each other better.

Youngjae was covered in sweat and had already finished his dance practice for the day. He wasn't quite sure why they were still here, but apparently they had lots of energy left. He sighed a bit, when Jinyoung came into the room and saw him sitting in the corner, playing with JB's snapback in his hand.
He had no idea where the older one had gone. Youngjae would never say it out loud, but he really needed his leader's comfort today.
His warmth and his reassurance.
His touch.
Instead he looked up at Jinyoung, who already looked a bit worried, as if he tried to read his expression and find out what was bothering him this time. Youngjae didn't want to come across as a child that always needed help.

"You worked hard today..." Jinyoung smiled at him, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead, using his long sleeves. How could anyone dance for an hour in long sleeves?

"Mhh..." Youngjae hummed, "You too.."

Jinyoung sat down beside him and looked at him, as if something he said had offended him.

"Hey... don't you believe me when I say you worked hard?" he said with a bit of reproach in his voice.

Youngjae felt his mood drop even further.
Talking to Jinyoung meant a mental effort, which he wasn't in the condition to bring up.

"But did I really?" He mumbled, "I'll never be good enough."

He regretted it the moment the words left his lips.
Because he could watch a million emotions explode inside of the older boy and he knew he just dragged himself into either a lecture or an emotional love confession and Youngjae wasn't ready for either of those.
Jinyoung looked at him a little longer, as if he tried to find out if Youngjae was joking and when he understood that the boy was serious and that he was convinced of his words, there was a bit of anger on his face and confusion, but then it made place for the familiar softness.
That was Youngjae's favorite look on Jinyoung. This motherly softness, which, no matter how bad things felt, made you believe that they would be alright again.

"Look at me... "Jinyoung ordered softly. "You are already good enough...You can't see it, but everyone else can, y'know..." He sighed, while his eyes were fixed on Youngjae's fingers that were still fumbling around with JB's snapback.
"Why do you think you're not good enough?"

"I don't know..." Youngjae started talking unwillingly, "You guys have known each other so long... and I-"

"And you are a part of this team." Jinyoung finished his sentence. "Without you this would not work at all... don't you see that?"

"I don't know..." Youngjae smiled sadly.
He was thankful.
He truly was.
But he felt like crying and Jinyoung's words just made him and his defenses weaker.
He didn't want to be weak.
Once again, he could watch the older boy's features soften.
Even more.
He was looking at him with so much worry and tenderness, the view alone nearly made him burst into tears.

"Hey..." Jinyoung whispered, his smile warm and caring, "We got you, Youngjae...C'mere..."

He put an arm around him and pulled him closer, so Youngjae had no choice but to lean on Jinyoung's shoulder and it was strangely comforting to sit there and enjoy the way the older boy drew little circles onto his arm.
And Jinyoung buried his chin in his hair now and then and he breathed one or two little kisses into the crown of his hair.

Youngjae was busy trying not to cry there and then and he was busy to keep his breathing under control and so busy to ignore the warmth that spread in his stomach from the loving acts.
But he could still see the way Mark and Jackson were looking at them through the mirrors, trying to find out what was going on between the two of them.

After ten more minutes Jinyoung stood up and smiled down on Youngjae.
"Let's go home."

♥

When they arrived at the dorm, Youngjae was exhausted.
Too exhausted to dwell in his dark thoughts any longer.
To exhausted to tell Jinyoung he could stop worrying now. A part of him liked the fact that he worried and he felt pathetic because he needed the attention so much right now. Jinyoung's affection was like medicine.
All he wanted to do was sleep off his worries.
Maybe shower first, he felt disgusting in all that dried sweat. And he was freezing from the cold winter air outside.

"Did you want to shower?" Youngjae mumbled and Jinyoung thought for a moment. As if he was analyzing him.

"Yeah... but you can go first." Jinyoung smiled caringly, "You must be exhausted."

"No..." Youngjae mumbled again, more awkwardly, "I meant... can we... together?"

"Oh." Jinyoung looked at him a little longer and then he smiled. "Of course."

They met in the bathroom, both of them bringing their sleeping clothes and shampoo.
Both of them silent and tired. Jinyoung more peaceful, Youngjae more resigned.

It wasn't the first time they showered together. Mostly because of time issues, but not only.
Youngjae found it comforting to share the warm water with someone else. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts right now, so he was grateful that Jinyoung was okay with this.
Had been okay with it a few times.
Youngjae wondered if the boys liked to do that stuff with him or if they felt like it was their obligation.
He didn't want to be a burden.
But he needed them.
Needed to feel them close to him. Maybe more than any of them needed it.
Needed him.

The water was hot, the temperature was exactly on the edge to getting painful and it was exactly the temperature Youngjae needed.
It felt so good on his skin, so comforting, and the steam that built within a minute made the bathroom feel cozy and comfortable. He stood there, letting the hot water massage his back and Jinyoung joined a few moments later.
They didn't talk much. Youngjae was washing his hair and he nearly thought he was too tired to get the job done, when Jinyoung's hands came to help him. He let him take over and it was such a soothing feeling to let him massage the shampoo into his hair from behind. Youngjae purred just a little bit, while his body relaxed even more.

"Is is just today?" Jinyoung wanted to know and Youngjae turned his head to look at him.

"What?"

"Was it just today or do you often feel like you're not good enough?" Jinyoung brought out quietly, his tone serious.
Youngjae turned around again and he took his time washing out the shampoo and rubbing a bit of shower gel onto his body.

"I don't know... "he answered. It wasn't quite the truth, but he didn't have enough energy for honesty. He was sure Jinyoung didn't buy it, but he didn't force him to talk either. Another thing Youngjae was grateful for.
Instead Jinyoung gently made him turn around and face him again, the water hitting his shoulders and the steam coming up between them.
His whole body was so tired.

"Tell me... or tell Jaebum whenever you feel like this... okay?"

Jinyoung reached out to cup Youngjae's face and he caressed his cheek with his thumb mindlessly.
Youngjae's heart was suddenly pounding faster in his chest.
Then Jinyoung crossed the distance between them and pressed a gentle, wet kiss onto Youngjae's lips, before they parted again.
Youngjae looked at him.
He felt so lost again and his emotions were all over the place.

"Hyung..." He breathed out weakly.
This time it was Youngjae who crossed the distance.
He needed that feeling again. That feeling that overwhelmed all the other feelings.
So he stepped closer, his body pressing against Jinyoung's and his hands finding their way around the older boy's neck, before his lips ghosted over Jinyoung's, barely touching them at all.
Then they were connected again and their lips made wet little sounds while playing around and Youngjae tugged on Jinyoung's lips and he felt greedy, but he couldn't help it.
He needed the older boy to like him.
He needed him -someone- to need him and to think he was important.
Jinyoung's hands held his waist in a firm grip, while Youngjae's tongue teased its way into his mouth and they started to swirl around, while the hot water was like a curtain over them.
And Youngjae felt himself getting harder by the second, his length pressing against Jinyoung's attention-seeking and his tiredness was lost somewhere between frustration and overwhelming emotion.
Jinyoung let go of his lips, just to bring his face to his neck and start sucking on his sensitive skin again.
That's when Youngjae felt like it was time to make himself useful, so he took a step back and when he was just about to sink down to his knees, Jinyoung's hand held him back by his arm.
"Don't..." he breathed out, "It's alright..."

And just like that he pulled him back up into a steamier kiss.
One that made Youngjae forget how to breathe for a moment and one that sent shivers down his spine.
And when Jinyoung gently pushed him against the wet tiles of the shower, he let a tiny moan slip.
He caressed his neck and let his tongue trace his skin, while his hands found their way down between them, his fingers wrapping themselves around Youngjae's hard on.

"Listen..." he murmured, while he started to stroke him slowly, "We love you...with and without this... " his free hand stroked a wet strand of hair out of his face, "...all of us."

Youngjae closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't sure what was more overwhelming. Jinyoung's words or the way he caressed his shaft and the way his wet body was so close, that it was a challenge to move his hands between them. Maybe it was just the steam in the air and the hotness in his body and in the whole bathroom that made his senses feel blurry and his chest feel warm.
He felt Jinyoung's lips back on his in a heartbeat, before he started to let himself fall into the touch.

♥

Youngjae went to bed early that day and without having to beg for it, Jinyoung followed him to his room. It felt better not to be alone and he could never be sure where Jaebum decided to sleep.
So when he was just falling asleep, cuddled against Jinyoung's side, he listened to the sounds the older boy made.
Jinyoung's breathing was steady and calm, so he had to be asleep soundly.
The door got opened silently and he was torn back into reality.
Youngjae sat up a little bit to look at the dark shadow that could only be Jaebum.
After the door was closed again, he could see him more clearly and he looked at him apologetically, but Jaebum just shook his head a little bit.
Without a word, he sat down on Youngjae's other side and indicated him to make space under the blanket.

"Sorry." Youngjae whispered, while Jaebum tried to get comfortable beside him, lying on his side, so he could look at Youngjae. He just shook his head again.

"Aren't you feeling well?" Jaebum wanted to know, trying to keep his voice down.
"Don't know..." Youngjae mumbled. „Just a bad day..."
His body was tired, but his thoughts were wide awake again and now he was back to thinking about his worries.
He could see Jaebum nodding in the dark.
The next moment he felt Jaebum's hand on his waist, pulling him a little closer to himself.
Their faces were so close that Youngjae couldn't see clearly, so he closed his eyes. They lay there, their foreheads pressed together and their breathing in sync.

"Tell me what happened." Jaebum encouraged him and Youngjae felt tiny shivers where Jaebum's breath tickled his skin.

"Nothing happened," he breathed back, "I just..." Youngjae stopped. He didn't know what to say, because his chest started to feel tight again and he didn't want to go back to fighting his tears.
But he couldn't stay quiet.
His feelings were acting up inside of him and they were screaming for reassurance.
For something.

"Leader..." he whined quietly, the word slipping his tongue, like it often had, when Jaebum was acting this caringly, "Do you need me?"

Jaebum looked at him surprised, bringing a bit of distance between their faces, so he could examine Youngjae's face properly, trying to read his expression.
The surprise turned into worry.
"Of course, baby boy..." he brought out, his hand finding its way under Youngjae's chin, so he could tilt his head and make him look at him, "We all need you!"
Youngjae felt pathetic, his whole body screamed for Jaebum to reassure him and to take him under his wing like he often had.
He caught himself tugging on Jaebum's T-shirt and it was Youngjae, who pulled Jaebum into a deep and desperate kiss.
The warmth and coziness of their kiss made butterflies dance in his stomach. He pulled Jaebum's body closer to his own and pressed himself against him.
He had needed this for days. Had been thinking of him and had missed him during the nights, when that one chose to sleep in the living room for no particular reason.
Youngjae would never dare to tell him how lonely those nights had been without him, because he was grown.
He should be able to handle it, but now he needed his leader.
Closer.
Closer.
He needed him even closer.
Their tongues danced around each other and Jaebum's hand was resting peacefully in Youngjae's neck. Jaebum's movements were lazy, but caring and he seemed tired.
There were all these thoughts in Youngjae's mind and all that longing. He hated how needy he felt, but he couldn't repress the feeling.
And he also realized how pushy he was being, his legs wrapped around Jaebum's waist and his hands buried in his hair.

"Hey..." Jaebum mumbled between kisses, his words just loud enough for Youngjae to understand them, "I'm here...it's alright..."
Youngjae let out a tiny whimper, because those words made him feel fuzzy inside and he was so thankful that his leader always knew what to say.

But it churned something else up inside of him.
Closer.
He needed more.
Youngjae loosened the kiss for a second, just enough, so he could search for Jaebum's hand, that lay somewhere on his waist.
He took the older boy's hand and shyly led it around his body and downwards, until it rested on his ass. He looked up at him and through the dark he saw Jaebum glancing back at him curiously.
Jaebum didn't need another invitation; he just took over and started kneading Youngjae's ass cheeks gently, his hand sneaking under the boy's sweatpants in no time.

"Better?" he smiled.

"Yeah..." Youngjae mewled quietly, before he went for Jaebum's lips again, tugging on them and letting his tongue slide in to meet Jaebum's.
They lay there for a while, maybe five minutes, maybe fifty minutes and just tried to be as silent as possible, while they shared body heat and while Youngjae felt calmer with the second.
Youngjae's pants were tight and a tent had built in them, but he was more eager to reach out for Jaebum's.
Without letting go of his lips, he let one hand wander down between them and he stroked over Jaebum's bulge longingly.
He was so hard.
Why had he not started anything?

"Leader...." He whispered between kisses, while his lips wandered over Jaebum's jaw and teased their way to his neck, "Don't you like me?"

"Of course I do..." he breathed back, calmly.

Why was he so calm?
Youngjae was going crazy after all those touches and all the silence.
But he kept silent.
There was still this whirlwind inside of his chest, that needed to be calmed and now there was this tightness in his pants, which needed to be taken care of.

"I need..." Youngjae heard his own needy voice request, "I need you to take care of me, leader..."
He dared to let his hand slide into Jaebum's sweatpants and the older one let out a surprised noise, when he wrapped his fingers around his shaft without hesitation.

"Now?" Jaebum wondered, his voice accidentally coming out a little louder than before. They both waited a few seconds to make sure Jinyoung was still asleep besides them. The boy just twisted around on the futon a little and went back to breathing calmly.
"Please..." Youngjae breathed against Jaebum's neck. "I'm sorry..."

"Shhh...it's okay..." Jaebum kissed his lips to make clear he meant it, "We talk tomorrow..."
Youngjae hummed happily.
He nibbled on Jaebum's earlobe a little, his way of saying thank you.
Then Jaebum left his side for a moment and Youngjae had to force himself not to get whiny again. Not to feel lonely in those few moments.
But the older one was back in no time and he lay down beside him and kissed Youngjae more passionately than he had all night. He had his jaw in a tight grip and he pressed his lips on his and he stayed like that for a moment, before he let go of him.

Then without a word he gently indicated Youngjae to turn around.
Youngjae's heart was racing and it was a real challenge to keep his excitement under control, while Jaebum's body got closer. They lay there, their bodies fitting familiarly well in that spooning position and Youngjae felt shivers go down his spine, when Jaebum's hand drew little circles on his ass, before he pulled down Youngjae's sweatpants and briefs together. When Youngjae heard a tube click, he eagerly pressed his hips back against Jaebum's body.
He shivered, when the cold lube touched his entrance and when Jaebum caressed his entrance, while he plastered his neck with warm kisses.
Youngjae enjoyed those touches more than he would have ever admitted. He could have stayed like that forever, just letting Jaebum take care of him and feeling his love and feeling his skillful fingers move.

Now and then a throaty, toneless moan escaped his mouth and he was glad that Jinyoung seemed to be far gone in his dreams, while Youngjae couldn't help but draw little circles with his hips, trying to get more friction out of the move. Trying to make those fingers go deeper.
Jaebum's free hand held him in place.
He took his time.
Again.
So calmly.
While Youngjae was about to burst and actually pondered if he should just take over, Jaebum seemed to enjoy torturing him a little bit.
He pushed his fingers deeper into him with every move and he felt around, stroking over Youngjae's sweet spot experimentally, making the boy swallow down a moan, while he focused his view onto the back of Jinyoung's black shock of hair with half closed eyes.
Youngjae's breath was unsteady and short and his cock was twitching in anticipation, his walls clenching around Jaebum's fingers.
Jaebum was whispering sweet nothings against his neck, words that felt like milk on Youngjae's skin.

"You're so important, baby boy..." he breathed the words out, just loud enough for him to understand them.
"You're so good for me."

And after what felt like an eternity, he pulled his fingers out of him and Youngjae realized how desperate he was now, because there was precum sticking on his stomach and his saliva had that familiar sour taste.
Closer.
When Jaebum had rolled a condom on, he cuddled himself closer to Youngjae again and the boy held his breath, while Jaebum spread his cheeks.
Then, without making a sound, he pressed himself into him, slowly and gently, not needing much pressure. Youngjae's mouth was hanging open in a silent moan and the feeling of finally being filled up made him close his eyes in pleasure.

"Does that feel good?" Jaebum whispered close to his ear, while he readjusted himself behind him, pulling Youngjae's hips closer to him. He reached around the boy and let his hands explore his torso, sneaking under Youngjae's sleep shirt and feeling the way his heart was beating excitedly.

"Yeah..." Youngjae breathed out quietly, "Please..."

"Okay..." there was an audible smile in his voice, before he started to move.
His thrusts were slow and controlled and the hand that had just played around with one of Youngjae's nipples mindlessly, found its way to his leaking erection. Jaebum wrapped his fingers around it gently and started to stroke him to the rhythm of his thrusts. Their blanket covered everything they did, it made Youngjae just feel closer to Jaebum and safer. It moved just slightly with Jaebum's smooth thrusting.
There were tingles everywhere in Youngjae's body and there was this comforting coziness and there was just enough friction to make him hum with every push.
Jaebum rolled his hips barely noticeable, his attention mostly on Youngjae's cock, where used the fluid that had gathered in his slit, to stroke him more easily.
Youngjae mewled quietly, when his leader stroked him just a little quicker with that slickness, while his cock was buried deep inside him and barely moved at all.

"Shhh..." Jaebum reminded him against his neck, "Jinyoungie is sleeping..."

But there was so much electricity in Youngjae's body and the emotion and greediness was still in his bones and his whole body screamed to release those moans that were coming up in him.
He had his lips parted in silent panting and he couldn't help the noises that escaped his throat.
And it was Youngjae, who searched for the hand on his cock and guided it to his mouth. Jaebum seemed to like the idea, because he took over immediately, pressing his hand against Youngjae's mouth to muffle his sounds and Youngjae started to touch himself instead, stroking his dick himself.

So Jaebum could concentrate on pushing his cock deeper into him and one or two fingers found their way into Youngjae's mouth in the process of keeping him silent, his wet lips wrapping around them obedient.
Youngjae was already so far gone- he wouldn't have cared about waking Jinyoung up. All he could concentrate on was that quiet passion, with which Jaebum made love to him and the way his whole back was heated up by his hot skin pressing against him and the way he was filled up by him and the way he jerked his own length off, to get closer to the relief he needed so much.

"Didn't you two do it in the showers today?" Jaebum whispered with a bit of mocking in his tone, while he didn't really leave Youngjae a chance to answer, his fingers still somewhere between his lips, lying there lazily.
Youngjae nodded thoughtlessly.
Jaebum clicked his tongue. Then his lips were back at Youngjae's neck and he sucked his skin into his mouth a bit more passionately.

"Such a greedy boy..." he mumbled and Youngjae moaned out carelessly. Jaebum immediately put more pressure behind the fingers in Youngjae's mouth, while he kept pushing into him, now finally with the pace Youngjae needed.
He was pumping himself faster and harder, too, wanting nothing more than to finally let go.
His mouth was hanging open in a mute whine against Jaebum's hand, when he shot his load onto his stomach and he felt Jaebum speed up even more, thrusting into him, while he still had his fingers pressed into Youngjae's mouth, making sure they'd succeed in not disturbing Jinyoung's sleep.
Youngjae was far gone in his climax, the relief taking all his senses with it and the electricity finally calming down.
He was breathing heavily and had to suppress his mewls, when he heard Jaebum panting throatily behind him. When he came, he pressed even deeper into him and Youngjae hummed in pleasure. There was nothing quite like hearing Jaebum orgasm, because it meant Youngjae had been useful. It meant he had returned the favor in some way.
Hearing his leader's voice break a little and knowing that he was the reason for it, was the best reward for Youngjae.
They both needed a moment to calm down, before Jaebum slid out of him and made a knot into the condom. Youngjae turned around, looking at him shyly.
Looking for reassurance once again.
Waiting for praise.
He needed the praise so much and Jaebum knew that by now.
He knew it best.

"That was so hot, baby boy..." Jaebum smiled after he had gotten rid of the condom, hiding it under a pile of his clothes for now and after he had tugged himself and Youngjae back into their sweatpants. He leaned over him and with a dirty shirt he cleaned up the boy's stomach and Youngjae watched him admiringly.
"You did so good..." Jaebum murmured, "So quiet for Jinyoungie..."

When he was done cleaning him up and when Youngjae felt like he could finally relax, Jaebum pulled him closer to his chest, tugging him under his blanket and wrapping one arm around him caringly.

"Now sleep...okay?"
"Okay."

♥

The next day he told Jaebum about his worries, told him what he had told Jinyoung. He didn't feel like crying this time, he was just embarrassed.
But Jinyoung sat on his side, nodding now and then to make him feel safer and Jaebum listened quietly.

"You're all so grown up...so experienced... and I'm just...." He interrupted himself, "And even when it comes to sex...I'm always the one who needs it the most... "
Youngjae felt the blood stream into his head. The heat in his face made him want to vanish there and then.
He had never been good at telling things like these out loud. The only reason he could do it, was Jinyoung, who rubbed little circles into the small of his back, encouraging him to keep speaking, making him feel valued.

"I see...." Jaebum said after a while of thinking. He then smiled at Youngjae warmly and he exchanged glances with Jinyoung, a thing they often did.
One of those things nobody but them really understood.
Jinyoung nodded knowingly and Youngjae didn't try to follow their little exchange.

"I'm glad you told us..." Jaebum said finally, "You're doing so good, Youngjae... all of us are thankful that you're here."
"Really?" Youngjae asked, doubtfully. He couldn't help but feel like those were empty words.

"Really. We'll work on that, okay?" Jaebum stood up and without another word he went into the kitchen and left the two of them behind, sitting on the couch together.

"Well done." Jinyoung smiled at Youngjae, as if the topic was over with now.

Jinyoung pulled him closer again, so he could rest his head on his shoulder and they spent the next few hours watching senseless TV and cuddling. At some point Jackson joined them and Youngjae claimed his shoulder for a change. Again he felt like the two boys beside him had a silent exchange going on, that he couldn't quite follow, but he wasn't too sure about it. He just enjoyed holding Jackson's hand for a while.

Youngjae didn't exactly feel like anything was solved now, but he didn't dare to ask for more. His boys already went out of their way to reassure him, he didn't want to be even more of a burden.

♥

Over the next few weeks, Youngjae realized that something was changing since he told Jaebum about his insecurities. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he started to feel more included again.
The atmosphere changed slowly, nearly unnoticeably.

There were dance practices, when he felt weak and when he started to feel bad about his skills and when he felt like he'd never reach the others. And while it usually just hadn't gotten noticed, the boys started to cheer him up more now. There were encouraging glances and words and more touches.
So many loving touches.
As if they all knew that he needed them.
He had his eyes on his leader and tried to judge how much he had told the others, but no matter how long he stared and no matter how much he thought about it, Jaebum was not readable like that.
It only got clear to Youngjae, when he found himself cornered my Bambam and Yugyeom in the bathroom of the dorm.
They all had their roles and they definitely enjoyed acting on them.
Youngjae had followed them, blushing uncontrollably, when the youngest two had taken him by the hands and pulled him into the bathroom before any of the other boys would come home.
Now he was sitting on the edge of their bathtub and tried not to look as overwhelmed and flustered as he felt.
He had never really been alone with the two of them. And more importantly, he had never been guided by them like this. Usually he had to take a bit of control and usually he felt like he wasn't doing a very good job at it and usually he preferred having one of the older boys with them to lead things. But now it didn't seem like the two of them needed much guidance. It felt like they had a plan and like they were eager to get Youngjae to join.

Yugyeom was sitting on his side on the bathtub, while Youngjae watched in shock how Bambam let himself sink down to his knees in front of him.
"What is this...?" Youngjae started to wonder. His voice unusually nervous in their presence.

"We heard you're stressed, Hyung..." Yugyeom murmured on his side and when Youngjae looked over, Yugyeom's face was already dangerously close. Instead of leaning in for a kiss, Yugyeom went straight for his neck and Bambam took over the talking.

"Did Jaebum talk to you?" Youngjae brought out. His skin tingled where Yugyeom breathed tiny kisses against his neck. Barely there touches.

"Yeah he did..." Yugyeom purred.

"But that's not the only reason..." Bambam took over again, "You're always there for us... we thought we'd say thank you."

Youngjae watched in growing anticipation how Bambam shamelessly reached out for his jeans and fumbled open the zipper. Youngjae's heart started to race.
And he wanted to ask what they had in mind, but he didn't get that far, because Yugyeom tilted his head with his fingers and pulled him into a deep and unexpected kiss. It churned everything up in Youngjae.
His hot tongue in his mouth and the way Yugyeom tasted him out demandingly- it was so different from their usual innocent make out sessions.
His concentration was completely with Yugyeom's passionate kiss and the hand in his neck, until Bambam started to tug on his pants in a needy way. He indicated him to lift his hips, so Youngjae did and before he could think about it, Bambam helped him strip out of his jeans. All while Yugyeom didn't let go of his lips for a moment.

"Jaebum said you feel like you're the one that needs it most..." Bambam mumbled, as if he was talking to himself, "but you have no idea."

His slim fingers stroked over the bulge in Youngjae's briefs curiously. He grew hard so quickly, because the boys attacked him out of nowhere and he wasn't strong enough to stay unaffected.

That's when Yugyeom pulled away just a little bit, to grin at Youngjae.
"Bam is the worst... he's been horny all day."

"Shut up, I wasn't." Bambam huffed, all while he started to work Youngjae's dick a little bit too eagerly. Youngjae could barely concentrate on their bickering.

"Oh you weren't?" Yugyeom raised one eyebrow, "Don't you remember the shit you said all day?"

Bambam just clicked his tongue and Youngjae watched nervously how he readjusted himself between his thighs and brought his mouth down to his crotch.
He ignored Yugyeom, while he started to mouth over Youngjae's tight briefs casually, even licking over the fabric.
Youngjae moaned weakly.

"He said he wants to see me fuck you." Yugyeom acted like he was complaining, but it was obvious that he enjoyed the tortured expression on Youngjae's face and the way Bambam sent exactly one death stare his way.
Then he pulled Youngjae back into the kiss, as if the topic was done with.
Now there was no possibility to get any harder or more flustered for Youngjae. They had barely started and he already reached rock bottom.
Bambam let his lips ghost over his bulge and his fingers were already tugged into the waistband of Youngjae's underwear, while he enjoyed taking his time to tease him.
So Youngjae kissed Yugyeom and the need in his body was taking over again, because he caught himself nibbling on Yugyeom's lips and his fingers were buried somewhere in the younger boy's fluffy hair.
He didn't appreciate it, when Yugyeom parted from him again.

"Do you want that, Hyung?" Yugyeom whispered, "Do you want him to watch?"

Youngjae wasn't able to answer. He was busy swallowing down embarrassing moans that tried to escape his throat.
But Yugyeom was looking at him expectantly.
"Yeah." Youngjae moaned.
Pathetic.
If he once had any kind of leadership over the younger ones, it was gone now.
Buried in need and wanting. He didn't even care.
As if that was the keyword, Bambam finally pulled down Youngjae's briefs and his hard lay heavily against his stomach.

"Okay." Yugyeom pressed a few quick kisses in the edges of Youngjae's mouth, before he stood up.
Youngjae watched impatiently, how he opened the buttons of his pants and he stripped his pants and Youngjae would have wanted to watch it all, but he suddenly felt a hot wetness on his tip.
He looked down just in time to see how Bambam hungrily licked away all the precum on his tip. Youngjae had to close his eyes. Bambam had the ability to look like a porn star whenever he wanted to.
It was like he had a switch from innocent, lovable boy to obscenely sexy mess. He could switch between those looks whenever and how often he wanted and Youngjae hadn't found a remedy yet.
Youngjae completely missed the moment when Yugyeom rolled a condom over, but when he looked at him he was sitting on the bathtub besides him again, coating his cock in lube.
Youngjae let a throaty whine slip his tongue.
He couldn't help it.
He knew there shouldn't be something like cock favoritism, but whenever Yugyeom stripped he felt his pride vanish.
It made him want to babble profanities and it made it difficult to keep all the unholy thoughts to himself.
"Yugyeommie..." he moaned, "Hurry..."

Bambam unwillingly let go of Youngjae, so he could stand up and sit in Yugyeom's lap.
Yugyeom's hands held his hips in a tight grip, while Youngjae positioned himself over his length and his mouth was hanging open in a silent moan, while he pressed himself down on Yugyeom's cock a little too eagerly.

"Fuck, slowly Hyung..." Yugyeom grunted.

But Youngjae's body was overflowing with need and desperation and he knew he would regret it when his ass would hurt afterwards, but all he wanted was to be filled up as quickly as possible.
But it wasn't as bad as he expected.
He could soon start to move and Bambam was right back where he had stopped. He was kneeling between their legs and with a few adjustments he managed to take Youngjae's cock back into his mouth.

"Shit this is so hot..." Yugyeom grunted, with Youngjae starting to bounce up and down on his length and with Bambam messily sucking Youngjae off.

He couldn't hold back his moans any longer. The stimulation was too much and he had never done something like this with these two, but between his lust and moans he actually admired how well they fit like that.
And Bambam gave his all. He swirled his tongue around him and he took him in deeply and at some point Yugyeom took over with the thrusts and he held Youngjae's hips in place, while he started to fuck into him. Bambam's hands found their way to Youngjae's ass and he dug his fingers into his flesh nearly painfully.
And Bambam didn't have to move anymore either, because Youngjae's cock was pushed inside of his mouth automatically.
The boy mostly concentrated not to choke.

"Bam..." Youngjae heard himself whine, "I'm gonna..."

With a loud, long drawn moan he spilled all of his cum into Bambam's mouth and Yugyeom sped up his thrusts, now nearly standing straightly behind him, holding his hips tightly.
He came moments after him, but Youngjae couldn't concentrate on it. His own climax had sent shivers and electricity through his whole body and his knees nearly didn't support his weight anymore. And then he saw Bambam struggling to swallow down his load and the fluid was dripping out of his mouth and Youngjae would've cum again just at the sight, if he could.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered, but his voice was barely there. Still just a moan.

"Don't worry..." There was the switch again. Bambam looked like a porn star, when he licked the juice off his lips and thankfully Yugyeom's arms were wrapped around Youngjae's waist the next moment, because he honestly wasn't sure if he could keep standing.

"What about you, Bam..." Youngjae brought out, while Yugyeom pulled him back onto his lap, not caring about the stickiness between them.

"He's gonna take care of it..." Bambam said, while nodding to Yugyeom, "Right?"

"Right..." Yugyeom sighed.