Smut chapter! There is sounding if you dislike that

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Seonghwa could never refuse his two loves. Even as he worried about the rough stone ground under their knees and the noise that might reach his sleeping family upstairs, he easily gave in to their hands reaching out in worship. Yunho's fingers were deft at peeling off Seonghwa's dress, unhooking small fastenings and unravelling the belt hugging it to his waist. As soon as the silk fell apart, Seonghwa brushed it down his arms, stepping out of the pooling fabric. He wasn't too cold in this environment, and Yunho and Wooyoung were heated enough to keep going.

Large hands trailed over Seonghwa's hips and behind as Yunho sunk to his knees behind him. His fingers playfully squished at the pale flesh offering itself and Seonghwa caught him licking his lips as he gradually spread him apart to take a gander at the elf's pink rim that was already twitching for attention.

Wooyoung was similarly enraptured with his shine in the dark basement. He kept his legs spread wide, obedient without even getting told to. His hands smoothed over Seonghwa's thighs, but he was never one to bother with long caresses and kisses. Hungry lips found Seonghwa's tip immediately, suckling on the drop of liquid pooling from his slit. The heat of his palms on the rest of Seonghwa made him shudder, and his hair fell over his chest when his head lowered.

"You're so beautiful. The most beautiful of all," Yunho praised him from below, listening to the hitch in Seonghwa's breath when he finally pressed his lips against his entrance, kissing back at the fluttering flesh.

Seonghwa heard it countless of times from people of all relevance and origins. But the compliment never rang as true as when he heard it from his husbands.

"'N delishious," Wooyoung brought out without letting go of Seonghwa, laving his tongue around his tip messily. Spit slicked his lips when he sunk further down, loving it when Seonghwa rubbed along his tongue and filled his mouth.

Their heat was maddening. Yunho lapped at Seonghwa in broad stripes, enthusiastic about his taste and how quickly his body softened to his touch. He hummed to the sweetness of Seonghwa's slick on his lips and the elf's trembling fingers found Wooyoung's hair when the sound vibrated through his skin.

Wooyoung moaned at the light tug to his scalp, his wings twitching before they relaxed behind him. He dipped deeper, opening his throat so Seonghwa's tip could hit the hot cavern of it and he was fully buried in his darling's mouth. The keen that fell from Seonghwa's lips was louder, dragging on when Yunho pushed the tip of his tongue into his hole. Seonghwa's body quivered between them, feeling Yunho's slick tongue caressing his rim and licking him open while Wooyoung's throat constricted around his shallow movements when Seonghwa squirmed.

The gryphon-born was straining against his pants without any touch, teary eyes peering up at Seonghwa to gauge his reactions. When Seonghwa caressed his thumb over Wooyoung's swollen lip, praising him for taking him so well, Wooyoung gulped before he sucked at him with even more enthusiasm.

The hardest part was to balance between them. Seonghwa's knees felt soft, as if they would give in any moment. The onslaught of pleasure from both sides made Seonghwa quiver, trying to push back in either direction to feel more of their love on his skin, to take them deeper. When he felt about to collapse, one hand reached back to the head burying between his cheeks, stopping Yunho's tongue and the fingers squishing at Seonghwa's flesh.

"I-I can't hold myself up, Yunho," he yelped out, and Yunho immediately reached out to stabilise him. Wooyoung also pulled back, worried about someone getting hurt. His flushed cheeks needed more.

"How sweet. Sit on my face, then, my moon. Let me devour your addictive taste; it's sweeter than honey," he suggested, and Seonghwa sunk into his arms, feeble hands wrapped around Yunho's hips as he sat Seonghwa down. Wooyoung followed eagerly and while Yunho sprawled out below and tugged Seonghwa into position, Seonghwa helped Wooyoung out of his clothes. After undoing the laces holding his top behind his nape so his wings had enough space, Seonghwa helped him push everything down his hips.

For a moment, Wooyoung was shy at how hard he was, how merrily his angry red arousal bobbed before them. But Yunho tugged him to straddle his hips, smoothing an appreciative hand over Wooyoung's scarred thigh while Seonghwa knelt above his chest.

"Hold still, Wooyoung. I have a fun little idea for you. You want to hold out longer, yes? Please Seonghwa first?" Yunho asked and the gryphon-born nodded eagerly. His glassy eyes were transfixed on Seonghwa's length, like a man starving. When Yunho picked up the discarded flower from the floor, he was clueless about its purpose.

Seonghwa also was. He watched curiously as Yunho grabbed hold of Wooyoung's dribbling length, bringing the long, slender stem of the flower closer. Its sweet pink lilies were still healthy and drooped gracefully.

"Where are you putting it?" Wooyoung asked, holding still, but his face was nervous.

"No worries, Yeosang's flowers are all natural," Yunho assured him.

Surprised, Wooyoung watched when Yunho pushed the stem of the flower into the slit in his tip. It was narrow, but the flower was just as slender, fitting almost perfectly to plug up the small trickle of fluid.

Uneasy and inquisitive about the feeling at the same time, Wooyoung reached to hold Seonghwa's hands. Seonghwa observed as the flower sunk deeper and deeper into Wooyoung's arousal, making him squirm and whimper, but the feeling wasn't pain. On the contrary. He shuddered when Yunho gently pushed the soft stem further in, reaching something inside Wooyoung that was tickled ever so lightly by the thin stalk. The blossoms sat snugly on his tip, like the most adorable of decorations, as Yunho circled his finger to push the stem into position playfully.

Helpless, Wooyoung peered down at himself. He was feeling good, his hips jerking down against Yunho's middle in the pursuit of touch.

"N-Noo, I want to- I can't-" No more liquid pearled forth, plugged up by the lovely flower and desperate tears pooled in Wooyoung's eyes. His hips rocked into Yunho's touch, thrusting the flower into himself shallowly.

"How does it feel, hm? Describe it for us. Use your words," Seonghwa sprung in and Yunho left it to them, refocusing on Seonghwa's rim in front of him. His tongue was right back, lapping at him dirtily and Seonghwa quivered, hips pushing back on instinct.

Wooyoung squirmed. He scooted closer to get a kiss from Seonghwa, soothing himself in his presence. The lilies tickled on Seonghwa's tip when they rubbed against each other and Wooyoung's whines gained in pitch.

"It-It's hmm, it tickles that spot. From the other side. And- ahh- it's nice to- To be plugged up," he stuttered out, so Seonghwa got the courage to reach down and caress his fingers along Wooyoung's length and tip, so sweetly adorned with the flower.

"You should also try it sometime, dove. It sounds lovely," Yunho commented before he pushed his entire tongue inside Seonghwa, making him cry out and press his hips back into the pleasure. Yunho was happily stifled by him, wriggling his tongue in until Seonghwa's rim quivered around it.

Wooyoung caught Seonghwa's noises with his lips, greedy for the elf's unravelling. When Seonghwa reached behind him to tease his fingertips over Wooyoung's hole in return, the gryphon-born twitched and became putty under his hands.

"Y-You're so pretty like this, darling," Seonghwa got out. "You should wear this more often. Maybe I can have someone custom make you one out of shiny glass? Of course, I won't tell them what's for, but we need exact measurements so it can feel even better. Hongjoong can help with those."

Wooyoung liked the picture he painted. Keened to the idea of being exposed to Hongjoong for measuring and having someone create a pleasure item just for him to use. He liked the humiliation, thighs spreading wider as he rubbed himself against Seonghwa, messing up the pretty lilies.

Yunho came up for air and nibbled on Seonghwa's skin, biting marks into the supple flesh.

"Please. Tell the creator it's for your lovely husband to make him feel good. It has to be the best quality."

Wooyoung was getting louder, his movements frantic as he needed something inside to release, unable to do it just from the front.

"Seonghwa... Feels good. I want-" He pleaded, but Seonghwa shushed him gently.

"Perhaps I will. But for today, we must stay nice and quiet, hm, darling? Then I can reward you for doing so well." He quivered himself, disintegrating when Yunho hooked a finger into him to open him up just slightly so his tongue could reach deeper. His unoccupied hand wrapped around their desperately rubbing shafts, squeezing them between his long fingers until Wooyoung cried out and Seonghwa's hips jerked into the touch. They held onto each other as Yunho jabbed his tongue into Seonghwa quicker, mimicking quick thrusts. He was panting from the effort, every breath wet and hot against Seonghwa's skin.

Sweet release was so close. Seonghwa was open to it, chasing the coil of pleasure in his belly.

Yunho struggled, his fingers slipping deeper, pressing against Seonghwa's spot, tongue slurping up his taste obscenely. The air between them was hot, every noise so full of need.

"D-Damn it, can I put my tip inside you, Hwa? Just the tip, I promise," Yunho got out, and Seonghwa moved so quickly to fulfil his request, tingling all over from the favour Yunho did for him.

He and Wooyoung switched places and the gryphon-born pressed his fingers to his lips, trying to hold back his noises with all his might as Yunho lapped at him instead, winding Wooyoung's strung body even more.

Seonghwa was too impatient to undress Yunho fully. He just tugged his pants to his thighs and knelt over his discarded length, proud and straining with need in the air now. As per his wishes, and since they didn't intend to go too wild today, Seonghwa just eased the tip past his slick rim, easily taking the familiar shape.

Yunho groaned against Wooyoung, reaching for his middle to finish him off. Wooyoung squirmed and yelped and Seonghwa slowly rolled his hips against Yunho, letting him bury his tip in him with shallow thrusts as the elf reached out for Wooyoung.

"Want to come?" He asked, peering at Wooyoung through dark lashes and Wooyoung was close to tears from feeling so good and holding back.

"Yes, emmya, yes, please. I did well. I'll be quiet," he babbled, trembling atop Yunho with his body taunt like a bow.

"Then let go, my darling. But quietly so," Seonghwa cooed at him before he dragged the flower out of him, finding the stem slick with Wooyoung's fluids.

The feeling of it leaving his insides made Wooyoung release immediately, clenching around Yunho's tongue and fingers when white liquid spurted right along the flower. He caught his noises in his hands, eyes rolling back as Yunho let him ride it out.

So pleased by witnessing his satisfaction, Seonghwa almost forgot about himself until his hips complied with gravity and Yunho's thrusts suddenly brought him deeper, burying halfway into the elf.

Helpless to the feeling of fullness he loved so much, Seonghwa clutched his hands to Yunho's soft stomach. Wooyoung rolled off to lie on the ground and rest his wings, so Yunho could finally rest his jaw and sit up. He licked their combined taste off his lips as he reached for Seonghwa's hips, gently guiding his movements.

"Ahh, Yunho, wait-" Seonghwa gasped out when he felt himself lose his mind again, throbbing around Yunho's girth that filled him so well now. He forgot why he ever declined this in the first place, desperately grinding back on him.

"Just a bit more. It doesn't hurt you, does it?" Yunho breathed, tugging at the tip of Seonghwa's ear with gentle teeth. Their hips decided for them, crowding as close as they could manage, and a moment later, Yunho bottomed out fully, nudging deep into Seonghwa's insides.

Seonghwa's head flung back when he unravelled immediately from the sudden relief against all his good spots. Yunho caught him by his nape, holding him as he shuddered through the feeling of Seonghwa clamping down around him. Black hair stuck to their bodies as he left his trace inside Seonghwa, making him feel full and happy and warm.

After almost passing out from holding his breath so he wouldn't cry out loud, Seonghwa took in a shuddering gasp. Yunho's lips trembled as well when he kissed him, apologising for his scheme, but Seonghwa forgave him easily.

Exhausted, they rested with Wooyoung for a while, exchanging kisses and cleaning up with a rag Yunho fetched from upstairs. He made sure everyone was clean and happy before they quietly got dressed and snuck back into their bed, watched over only by Jongho.