Jungkook's heart rate sped up.

"Um...," he sputtered as he watched Yoongi take their empty glasses and set them on the coffee table, "What happens now? I've never... I've never been in this situation before."

This time, Yoongi bumped his shoulder. "Neither have we."

Yoongi seemed nervous, too, looking past Jungkook to his boyfriend.

Jungkook did the same and Hoseok, a smile personified, slowed his racing thoughts when he spoke, voice low:

"What if... we," he looked at Yoongi but still addressed the youngest, "just get the ball rolling and you can join in when it feels right?'

Jungkook turned to one then the other, "Are you sure-"

The unfinished question hung in the air, neither Hoseok or Yoongi making any motions to answer it.

At least... not out loud.

It was so surreal, so dizzying, that Jungkook didn't even trust his own eyes when he saw Yoongi moving closer. He didn't believe what was happening until he felt the warmth of Yoongi's body brushing against his own, reaching for Hoseok, their lips meeting inches from his face.

All he could do was watch, eyes glued to the way they moved together, his own lips falling open as all reason and misgiving slipped away.

He watched Hoseok tilt Yoongi's face upward, ever so slightly. Watched as Yoongi reached forward to rake his fingers through his boyfriend's hair.

The way the softest, most unexpected sounds fell past Yoongi's lips whenever Hoseok touched him.

The way they each had a subtle way of altering the depth, the angle, the intensity of the kiss. Each shared control, nipping at each other's lips, pulling the other along for the ride without a word.

Jungkook held his breath, as if any additional motion or slight sound would break the spell, would remind them he was there.

But then they broke apart and turned to look at him. Reminding him that they knew he was there.

That they wanted him there.

Yoongi, lips now darker and noticeably bitten. Hoseok with his intense stare.

The eldest looked back at his boyfriend, an unspoken question exchanged, a wordless 'I love you' and a 'this is insane' and a 'thank you for doing this with me' rolled into a two-second check-in.

Jungkook, breathless simply in anticipation, waited only a beat before he reached for Yoongi - an automatic impulse - and Yoongi was leaning into Jungkook to press their lips together. Climbing further into his lap.

Hoseok settled back slightly, the ghost of Yoongi's touch still on his lips. 

He'd been worried, deep down. Aside from how hot the idea of a three-way was - how hot the idea of giving his Yoongi quite literally double the pleasure was - he feared that when the moment came he might feel jealous. Might feel territorial the moment he saw another man lay his hands, his mouth, on his boyfriend. It would have been understandable, even in a relationship with trust as rock-solid as theirs.

But he didn't feel that way at all.

He watched, with curiosity (and arousal) as his boyfriend and Jungkook set out on a series of exploratory kisses - not exactly shy, just... unfamiliar.

For obvious reasons, Hoseok had never seen this side to Jungkook. The slow, careful hands - not to be mistaken for timid because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing to Yoongi.

The way he pulled back every once in a while, the split-second check-ins with Yoongi.

The small head tilts. Testing out rhythm and pressure- until Yoongi let out a whimper. A sound that seemed to set off the youngest as his mouth, his lips, his entire demeanor became unrelenting.

Hoseok actually found himself sitting up a little straighter because - well - he'd (again, for obvious reasons) never seen this side to Jungkook, either.

And Yoongi - holy shit, Yoongi was having the time of his life and his clothes hadn't even come off yet.

In his excitement he actually bit Jungkook's lip - the way he might have done to Hobi, without thinking - and the younger man fucking groaned. He groaned and it was everything.

Confetti cannons were basically going off in Yoongi's mind and then he heard his boyfriend's voice.

"Holy shit."

An audible reminder that he was there, having this experience with him, watching them make out and grind on their couch-

Yes, Yoongi had already started grinding on Jungkook. He needed this, okay?

And Jungkook left no room for ambiguity, thrusting his hips up as Yoongi came down, meeting him with intense pressure and making him - again - let out another whimper.

Jungkook himself didn't even know that a sound could set him off, but there he was: a hot flush crawling over his skin, electricity pooling in the pit of his stomach.

He opened his eyes and they immediately found Hoseok.

And Hoseok wanted in.

He approached slowly, still savoring the scene before him, only closing the gap to kiss his boyfriend's temple and grab his attention once the need became too strong.

At the touch, Yoongi pulled away from Jungkook - who focused his efforts on Yoongi's neck - and the oldest reconnected with his boyfriend.

Their lips met and the couple fell into their rhythm again, with Yoongi pulling back after a few moments to look into his boyfriend's eyes, finding his voice in a low whisper before asking, checking in: "Is this still okay?"

Hoseok's eyes, somehow falling perfectly between darkened arousal and reassuring warmth, looked back at him- between pecks on his cheek and glances at the younger man grazing his boyfriend's neck with his teeth-, "This is perfect. You're both perfect, baby."

Yoongi let out another of those soft sounds, Hoseok could tell that between his words and the work on his neck that Yoongi was having the best time.

But it could get better.

Hoseok pulled back, eyes drifting to where the youngest was placing kisses along Yoongi's collarbone. The oldest leaned his head further back, supported by Jungkook's hand. Keeping eye contact with his boyfriend as the other man continued dragging his hot mouth over his skin.

Jungkook lifted his gaze and the movement caught Hoseok's eye.

Jungkook's free hand reached for Hoseok, who didn't even wait for the fingers to close in around the fabric of his shirt and pull him closer.

He just dove right in.

Jungkook kissed differently than Yoongi. Yoongi's lips, soft and hesitant, always eased into their kisses.

Jungkook kissed angrily. Like it was his last meal.

And Hoseok returned the energy quite willingly since he knew it would drive his boyfriend wild.

All that could be heard was the smacking wet sound of lips, unlocking and reconnecting in such fervor, along with Yoongi's shallow breathing as the eldest watched possibly the greatest visual in his entire life.

So far.

"Fuck."

Hoseok pulled back and looked between the two before settling back on his boyfriend:

"Bedroom."

And Jungkook lifted him - like it was nothing - and followed Hoseok into the bedroom.

Yoongi kept asking himself inwardly, Am I awake? Is this actually happening?

He was thrown - lovingly, but still thrown - onto the bed and he laughed despite himself.

Because all his man-handling dreams were coming true as the two began to undress him - Hoseok pulling off his shirt and Jungkook impatiently tugging off his pants and underwear.

Yoongi felt like he was going to ... cry? Like... happy tears? Because he wanted and deserved the dicking down he could just see over the horizon.

He needed this.

He was getting this.

He couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face.

...Two.

[a/n]

and now it's homework time

catch you next weekend, my loves

💜💜