TW: Smut, mild bondage, mild cnc, a teeny tiny sprinkle of watersports again (you know he's not sorry)

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San sat in the conversation pit with a book and his sword by his side. He had closed the ceiling-high curtains for discretion, but a sliver was open to allow him the sight of Seonghwa's bed. As he tried to fall asleep, Seonghwa watched San's profile with lidded eyes. The sliver of his blond hair and fluffy wings that hugged his shoulders was handsome in the distance, and his features were serene and concentrated with his book. For a while, Seonghwa pondered if he should go over.

Ultimately, however, he shouldn't give up on rest. He hoped Mingi wasn't scared to sleep in his room. He hoped the assassin would change his mind about talking. He hoped no war threatened the Crystal Sphere.

His spinning thoughts kept him up until he heard a knock on the door. The same moment he lifted his head from his pillow, San grabbed for his sheathed sword. He climbed from the pit, curtains dragging over his wings as he emerged through the gap. When he glanced at Seonghwa, their eyes met before the angel's feet carried him to the door.

From his corner, Seonghwa couldn't see who it was, but his ears picked up on their whispers.

"Is Seonghwa still up?" Yunho asked, quiet so not to wake him if that wasn't the case.

With a rustle, Seonghwa sat up in bed. There was no sleep for him at this hour, so he might as well tend to Yunho's needs.

San stepped aside to let Yunho in. While he plummeted back into the pit, Yunho padded over to Seonghwa. Seated with his feet dangling from the bed in his amethyst robe, Seonghwa expected him. Appreciative eyes trailed up the pale of his legs and over the open hair beguiling his features.

"Yunho, do you need anything?" Seonghwa was ready to hear him out. He looked up at the tall human when he came to stand close before Seonghwa and stared down at him, entranced.

"I..." Yunho licked his lips. "I thought of something that might help you sleep. Or at least offer a distraction. Though San might not be a suitable audience in the meantime." The tone of his voice gave away what he hinted at. When Seonghwa glanced over, the angel was already looking at them.

"I'm not leaving. I'm here to protect him," the seraph declared.

Yunho rolled his eyes.

"I can see that, but are you sure you want to watch me tie up Seonghwa and rail him until there is no thought left in that pretty brain of his?"

San let the book sink. Horror reflected in his eyes.

"You are going to do what to him?"

From his pocket, Yunho fished a silk scarf, black and sheer.

"You heard me. If you want to protect your innocent eyes, leave. He won't come to harm while I am here. I am also a knight, remember?"

Resolut, San stayed rooted to his spot.

"I'm not going anywhere. Do you want this, Seonghwa?"

Not surprised anymore by Yunho's peculiar ideas, Seonghwa shrugged.

"I'll give it a try. You can leave if you want; we can take care."

Lost from how he could take Yunho's side, San clutched his book. He wasn't innocent, but his expression was that of a befuddled kitten as he heard about their play.

"No, I'd prefer to stay. If you tie him up, he can't defend himself against an attack."

"Suit yourself," Yunho scoffed. Then his eyes softened when they found back to Seonghwa. His large hands offered the silk rope to him.

"Yes?"

Seonghwa glided a finger over the flimsy fabric. He glanced at San, at the discreet glimpse of terror he gave them, then back at Yunho. His wrists came together.

"Go ahead."

Yunho's eyes sparkled. He surged in to kiss Seonghwa while his palms looped the scarf around his pale wrists tight enough to restrict him, but not so tight to hurt.

"Leave everything to me," Yunho pleaded as soon as their lips parted. "You don't have to think about anything." As he lifted a knee to Seonghwa's side, the elf scooted backwards to the middle of his round bed. With a wink at San, Yunho closed their transparent curtains to keep them veiled from San's protective eyes.

Yunho knelt over Seonghwa, so tall and powerful over his narrow frame. As he pressed his hands into the sheets, his other palm came down to unravel the belt of Seonghwa's robe. His washed, bare body came into view when the garment instantly opened up around him to slide off his chest. Appreciative fingers ran down his side.

Seonghwa shuddered at the cold air that was soothed only so sporadically by Yunho's heat. He leaned back, relaxing into his pillows as he watched from lidded eyes how Yunho slowly hardened by the sight of him alone. Once he let go of Seonghwa's hands, trusting them to stay in place splayed over his head, Yunho's reached south to massage himself through his pants.

"My dove, do you think I could... Ah, no, I can't ask this of you."

"You can ask anything of me," Seonghwa chuckled, as if he wasn't already raked before Yunho with his hands tied up.

"Then..." Insecure, Yunho sought Seonghwa's eyes. His ears blushed as he undid his pants and the length of him sprang out. He shuffled closer, kneeling over Seonghwa's chest.

"Your mouth?"

Seonghwa's lips pulled into a lazy smirk. Since he didn't hear about the vexing shape of his lips for the first time, he nodded for Yunho to go ahead.

The blunt tip nudged against Seonghwa, and the elf dutifully opened his lips. Humans tasted of musk and sweat, but Seonghwa quite liked it as he took Yunho in, tongue pressing against the soft slit on top. When Yunho groaned, his voice was deeper than normal.

"Don't think," Yunho whispered as he cradled Seonghwa's head to sink deeper. Seonghwa's eyes glazed over, jaw slacking as Yunho's scent and the desire to please him clouded his senses. He concentrated on the laps of his tongue, the heat and weight of Yunho on it.

Cooing, Yunho took off his shirt. He dropped it somewhere on the bed and his hips rolled in shallow thrusts, ever so careful not to hurt the bound elf.

Seonghwa was cosy. His pleasure came to him naturally and with the sweet pulse of his stomach when his length filled. By the time Yunho reached behind him to help him to full hardness, Seonghwa built up steadily.

Yunho's fingers slipped lower, tracing Seonghwa's rim. When the tip of his finger slid inside without resistance, he made a surprised noise.

"Hm? Who stretched you out so well?"

Seonghwa stifled a moan against him, too far gone already to explain. His hips twitched when Yunho spat into his hand and came back down to bury two fingers inside. He twitched in Seonghwa's mouth.

"Did Hongjoong do this? Did you parade around all day absolutely gaping under your clothes?" Yunho's hips shuddered at the imagination. He burrowed deep enough to hit the back of Seonghwa's throat, but Seonghwa moaned when tears sprung into his eyes. His body strained with desire and the kick of the lack of oxygen.

"Oh, or was it..." Yunho let the sentence hang in the air when he turned his head in San's direction. Seonghwa caught the jerky movement of his silhouette whipping away from the rim of the pit.

Yunho let go of a throaty laugh.

"No, not that stripling."

It didn't matter when he curled his fingers to hit that delightful spot inside Seonghwa. The elf's hips bucked, a moan travelling up through Yunho's body to make him jerk. A moment later, he pulled free, unable to take it anymore.

With his eyes dark and hair wild from his fingers raking through it, Yunho scooted backwards. He hooked Seonghwa's long legs over the bent of his arms, drawing him closer so their bodies aligned. When Seonghwa was breached, his head rolled back and his sweet keen echoed through the room.

Yunho huffed a breathless smile. He leaned over Seonghwa, weight bearing down on him to enter him deeper as he kissed the gasps from Seonghwa's lips.

"There you go, doing so good." His fingers wrapped around Seonghwa's wrists, effortlessly cradling both of them. The first thrust pushed Seonghwa into the mattress as he was split open deliciously. Euphoric, Seonghwa angled his hips in Yunho's direction.

However, Yunho just got into a rhythm of sliding in and out of Seonghwa's wet heat when voices got loud outside. Frazzled and with his sword held in front of his crotch, San sprung up to open the door once more. Yunho halted, deep inside and twitching, as he worried something had happened.

"What's going on here?" San barked outside, disguising the roughness of his voice with a command. Wooyoung's sleepy whine answered him.

"Buddy was supposed to sleep in Mingi's room, but he just ran outside and disappeared."

Alerted, Yunho let go of Seonghwa. He halted for a moment, grimacing at the flushed elf.

"Excuse me, love. I will be back in a moment." He bent to kiss Seonghwa as he carefully pulled out. His lips were apologetic, then he sat up to fiddle his pants shut. He hastened outside without a shirt on and, with a grumble, San threw the door shut behind him.

Seonghwa stayed in position as his breath slowly normalised. His flush hardness rested against his hip and wetness dried around his entrance where his fallen legs exposed it. He squirmed, hating the emptiness inside. By now, he doubted he could even come by using his hand alone.

San sniffled. Seonghwa stared at the ceiling.

Minutes passed, and Yunho didn't return.

Painfully hard, Seonghwa craned his neck. San sat in the pit again, practising nonchalance, but Seonghwa could tell he wasn't reading. He hadn't turned the page once since he sat down. His depraved mind was with the debauched elf on the bed.

"Sannie," Seonghwa called, breathy voice high in its plea.

San gritted his jaw, resisting.

"Won't you help me? He just left me here," Seonghwa pouted. Reaching down would be so easy, but he liked the position of defencelessness. If San came over to do vulgar things to him, there was no way to stop him. Oh bother.

"He said he would be back," San snapped, impatient for it to be over.

"But now he left and you are here... He barely touched me; do you really want to miss out?"

San exhaled, sanity dwindling. Like always, he held back until the darkness in him took over. This time, too, he strained for another moment before he jumped up to fling back the curtains of the pit. With the blade by his side, he came stalking over, arousal bulging in his pants, and Seonghwa's mouth watered.

The impatient sword whipped the curtains aside before it dropped onto the mattress outside Seonghwa's reach. San yanked his pants down, baring that straining body of his. Next, he grabbed onto Seonghwa's legs to open them and dawned on him.

Seonghwa's mouth dropped open when he was filled at once. A tongue slipped between his inviting lips, plundering his mouth at the same time as San sunk in deep. Back on fire, Seonghwa writhed below him.

Seonghwa's smugness that San couldn't resist Yunho's odd plays stifled under the seraph's deep slams inside. He was possessive when he felt how open Seonghwa was around him, how ready to take everything. The sounds between them had never been so wet and vulgar.

"Want to fill you up," San brought out through gritted teeth. He rammed deeper, making Seonghwa's back arch and his chest push out to beg for attention. San sucked at the rosy nubs, harsh in his punitive function.

Seonghwa's mind spun with pleasure.

They didn't hear the door, but when Yunho appeared by their side, San was unperturbed, driving into Seonghwa like an animal as Seonghwa whimpered and wailed. He watched them, full of awe, as San's wings fanned over their intertwined bodies.

"Knew he wasn't as angelic as he pretends to be," he chuckled at a particularly nasty thrust. Seonghwa's eyes rolled back.

When Yunho leaned in, San bared his teeth at him, but Yunho's hand on his nape warned him he meant no harm. His other palm held Seonghwa down, making him squirm under the two bigger men who ruled upon him.

"May I make a suggestion to fill him up more? Pee inside of him," Yunho smirked.

San's hips stuttered when his eyes blew wide. His heaving chest slowed with his movements.

"W-what?" He asked through the rush of their blood in their ears, afraid he heard right.

"Do it. How would he complain? He is tied up."

Seonghwa looked up at San through his lashes, throat bared and head submissive as it leaned into his arm. His pale chest was dotted with San's marks.

"San," Seonghwa moaned his name, pleading at him with a pout.

Yunho ran his fingers through Seonghwa's messy locks.

"Are you going to beg us to stop? Will you pretend to hate it when you love it?" The glint of his eyes was so easy to read and Seonghwa played along. He wanted it, wanted it so bad. Especially from San, who was so deliciously hot inside of him as he hesitated.

"Don't- Don't do it," Seonghwa whined. "It's so dirty."

San throbbed.

Seonghwa threw his head back when San rammed into him, sliding the elf's body further up the mattress as he buried deep. His teeth sunk to Seonghwa's neck, delivering a punitive bite as he pinned him with his entire body. Like a satisfied cat, Yunho loomed behind him, arousal in his hand.

"You will take it," San growled, not leaving Seonghwa room to argue. His abdomen flexed, then heat filled Seonghwa, more and more of it than Seonghwa's body could hold. He sobbed, so warm and full as it trickled past his rim and soiled his sheets. He tried to keep as much of it inside, but he just couldn't.

"Look at him, too loose to hold it," Yunho cooed. He propped Seonghwa up, throwing his limp arms over San's shoulder. When he slipped into place behind him, the tip of him easily plunged into the wet mess San created.

Seonghwa's eyes flew wide open. His fingernails dug into San's nape as he was taken roughly. Yunho both plugged him up and sloshed San's liquid inside of him, thrusting too deep for Seonghwa to keep it from flowing out. More still came from San and it was so messy, so dirty. Tears and drool stuck to Seonghwa's face.

Yunho stifled his moans in Seonghwa's back, hands clenching around him as he held back. San's expression was similarly overwhelmed as Seonghwa's and he was delirious as he let Yunho do the work and enjoyed the friction.

Seonghwa was the first to come. He was untouched and his semen splattered up to his chin it was so explosive. Slumping, he gasped as San and Yunho altered to push the mixture deeper inside of him. Seonghwa couldn't even tell when either of them came and what trickled out of him. Half-unconscious, he hung on Yunho's shoulder, arms lax behind San's nape.

He felt as if he died and got reborn and his body didn't obey his willpower.

Yunho kissed him, deep and soothing, as if to breathe Seonghwa's soul back inside of him. As soon as San caught his breath, he did the same. With lidded eyes, Seonghwa tried to kiss back.

"There you go. Not a single thought in that brain," Yunho whispered as he nuzzled Seonghwa fondly.

San picked him up and fluids gushed from Seonghwa's loose entrance down his legs. He stayed inside to keep the damage at bay as he carried him to the bath and Yunho followed along. Seonghwa didn't think anymore as he let them tend to him and fell asleep to their worshipping hands.