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Seonghwa felt like it was safe to say that he was officially the worst boyfriend ever. Like literally ever. No, forget boyfriend, he was the worst person ever. Kim Jong-un could honestly never.

He laid on his bed with this look of self pity and shame and stared up at the ceiling as if waiting for some higher being to decend and pardon his sins.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Yuto asks with a small laugh as he comes out of Seonghwa's bathroom, shutting the light off and closing the door behind him. He wore a simple white t shirt and his boxer shorts.

He joins Seonghwa on the king sized bed, throwing the covers over his legs and shifting closer to the ravenette.

Seonghwa nods and manages another forced smile. "I'm great" He mutters out as he cuddles into his boyfriend's side. He gently wraps his arm around the other's torso and layed his head on Yuto's chest hearing his heartbeat steadily.

Yuto hums in understanding as he begins slowly and gently running his hand through Seonghwa's silky dark hair.

He felt like absolute shit. Yuto's such a great guy, he deserves soo much better. What made things worse wasn't the fact that he pretty much had sex with someone else who wasn't his boyfriend but it was the fact that he enjoyed it and quite frankly, he didn't regret it. Not in the least bit.

He felt guilty for not feeling guilty.

"You seem troubled by something Seonghwa. I know no matter how many times I ask you aren't gonna tell me and that's ok. I just--" He takes a brief pause. "I just hope you figure it all out. I hate seeing you this distressed"

Seonghwa looked off into space momentarily before he gazed up at Yuto's warm and concerned eyes. He smiles sweetly then places a small kiss on his lips. "I said I'm fine. Seriously. You don't have to worry about me" He says as calmly as possible.

"Still, you know how I am. I can't help but worry" Yuto replies with a small pout. This causes Seonghwa to giggle a little before laying his head back on his chest. "Good night, love" He says as he reaches over to turn off the lamp on the bed side table.

"Night" Seonghwa mutters in response. A small frown on his lips.

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Yunho was scared shitless.

Hell, that would be one hell of an understatement especially in the situation he was in at the moment. His whole life he'd grew up believing that he was into to girls and girls alone. He's always believed that he was as straight as a pole but now to find that maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought he was and maybe that said pole was a little bit bent, it was terrifying.

But it wasn't the type of fear that crippled a person if anything it was that exact emotion that was driving him forward at the moment. All his morals were out the window at that minute as he layed there, completely naked under Wooyoung and San's eyes, with his legs spread open, eyes half lidded with lust and head thrown back as he slowly pumped himself.

Usually he would feel so dirty and disgusted with himself but at the moment pleasure was in control of his body and he wasn't about to protest against it.

After Wooyoung had stretched him, which by the way he found almost strange seeing as he's never felt anything penetrate that hole before, the younger then positions himself at Yunho waiting entrance.

San littered kisses on his neck as a means to distract him from the pain which was to come. "It'll hurt but only for a little bit, after that you'll be begging for more I promise" San whispers in Yunho's ear and he nods eagerly.

"Just go" Yunho calls out to Wooyoung who was still hesitating. "I'll be fine" He moans softly when San nibbles on his earlobe and breathes steadily in his ear. He already felt sweat beading on his forehead and they'd barely started.

Wooyoung, at the sight of San kissing Yunho's neck and the latter with his head thrown back and begging for more, finally begins pushing his way in as slowly as he could. Needless to say, it was quite the challenge. It took all his willpower not to just ram all the way in.

Yunho's facial expression distorts from pleasure to that of pain. His mouth gapes open as Wooyoung slowly pushed his way in. "Fuck.." He curses out loud. How the hell do people get off to this level of pain and discomfort? He mentally questioned.

Once the blonde was hilt deep he pauses momentarily and waited for Yunho to stretch around him. His breathes came out broken and ragged and he gripped Yunho's pale hips with so much intensity he was sure it would leave marks.

Yunho on the other hand had his eyes squeezed shut and a fistful of the bedsheets in his hand, gripping on for dear life. "Fuck! It hurts" He whimpers out. He felt so embarrassed. Gay males do this all the time yet here he was whining like a baby. Then again, he's always had a very low pain tolerance.

"I know, I know. It'll get better just hang in there" San whispers tenderly while petting his hair and kissing his cheek.

"J-just tell me when I can move" Wooyoung struggles to say. He felt like he was seeing stars at the tightness around him.

Yunho nodded and tried controlling his breathing. What seemed like a very long time but was only about a minute or two later, Yunho begins moving his hips. Wooyoung took that as a go ahead so he wasted no time in pulling back and sliding back in then repeating it again but a little more intensely.

Yunho moaned at the last thrust as he was surprised by the sudden surge of pleasure. "Keep going" He begs with a breathy voice.

Wooyoung continued his desperate thrusting and each one threw him further over the edge. San smiles against Yunho's lips when he sees how lost in the rapture the brunette was. His lips were parted ever so slightly, his eyes clouded and cheeks a bright red. "I told you it'd get better" He whispers teasingly and Yunho wastes no time in pulling San down by the neck and joining their lips.

It was wet and sloppy but neither of them could care any less. San slides his down to Yunho's member which bounced a bit with each thrust from Wooyoung, completely neglected.

He begins pumping and trying to meet Wooyoung erratic pace. Yunho suddenly couldn't breathe, he breaks away from San's lips and moaned loudly. The intense thrusting mixed with San jerking him off at an alarmingly synchronized pace was all so overwhelming.

"S-San s-sit on my face" He commands and San looks at him in question. "Now" he repeats and San obliges. He throws his leg over Yunho's head and the brunette wastes no time in capturing San's stiff member in his mouth.

San, who was caught off guard by sudden warmth around him, had to hold onto the bed frame to hold himself up. Yunho felt like he'd suddenly become a different person. He allowed San's dick to slide down his throat until it couldn't go any further then he pulls back and repeats it, deep throating him like it's something he'd done all his life.

San shuddered as he felt his member pulse at the back of Yunho's throat. His grip on the bed frame grew so intense his knuckles became white. His legs were pretty much ready to give out as he felt his orgasm nearing but Yunho abruptly pulls him out of his mouth and curses loudly then a moan follows.

"Oh shh-- I'm so close" He whines when Wooyoung slightly adjusted the angle of his thrusting causing him to hit that particular sweet spot.

Their skins slap harshly against each other. "Yunho, cum for me ok? Cum and scream really loudly" Wooyoung looks at him with a smirk, his skin glistened with sweat. This look is what did it for Yunho, he came without hesitation. His moan hung thickly in the air like a scented candle and he orgasmed harder than he'd ever done in his life.

His toes curled, his hands gripped San's thighs hard and his eyes rolled back ever so slightly. If this is what gay sex was like then sign me the fuck up...

While he came down from his high, Wooyoung, who still hadn't released yet, takes San off Yunho's face and puts him on all fours beside the sweaty and dazed brunette before entering him swiftly. Since he wasn't quite prepped, his entrance was tight and the pain almost suffocating.

"Shit! You couldn't have prepped me first?" San curses at him as he grips the sheets and gasps as Wooyoung began moving.

"Oh god..." Was all Wooyoung could manage to mutter out. He pulls out abruptly to spit in San's hole as substitute for lubricant then he re-enters.

Soon he begins thrusting quickly into San who could barely hold himself up anymore. His arms felt wobbly and the pleasure was intoxicating. It didn't help that Wooyoung kept occasionally snacking his ass cheeks.

Yunho who finally pulled himself together got in front of San and brought their faces closer. He held the younger's chin in a tight grip and forced him to look up at him. Frankly San couldn't really see much, his vision was blurry and he was too busy trying to desperately chase his high.

Yunho mutters a few dirty sentences into San's red raw lips and this throws the younger male over the edge. San's eyes cross over and his mouth falls open in a silent scream at the same time Wooyoung's pace increases and becomes uneven as his orgasm too was just around the corner. "I'm s-so close" He grunts and soon after pulls out and spurts his cum all over San's back while the green haired male came on the sheets.

They both fall in exhaustion on the bed, San falling on his face and Wooyoung falling beside him. Yunho joins them and lays on the other side of San.

After a few seconds San turns and lays on his back as well, all three of them now watching the ceiling and trying to catch their breathes.

It became dead silent and neither of them knew what to say, Yunho most especially. Now that he's calm down from the pleasure he finally realized the gravity of the situation. I just had a fucking threesome... with guys.

His mind was blank as he looked at the chandelier that hung over the bed, silently mocking him. Hiuna...

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

But... why don't I feel guilty? Yes, I had sex with two males but I actually enjoyed it. Hell, I loved it. So then... am I gay?

His mind raced a hundred kilometers an hour and his bites his bottom lip nervously.

San was thinking of many things at the same time. Did we just have a threesome? Is Yunho gay? Is he angry? Is he gonna yell? What is Wooyoung thinking of right now? Shit, it's so quiet, why's no one saying anything?

Wooyoung on the other had this satisfied smile on his lips. He felt like his mind had just calm down from an overdrive. He was exhausted but also excited. That excitement turns into worry when he realizes how deathly silent the room grew. Are they angry? Is Yunho angry? I should say something...

"So..." Wooyoung starts first after almost 5 whole minutes of nothing but the sounds of their breathing. "Um, my birthday's in a month"

San turns to look at him like he'd just grown 3 more heads. Is he for real?

Yunho couldn't help but snort and burst into laughter, San follows and soon all three of them are laughing hard for no particular reason. Perhaps to distract themselves from the reality of what just happened.

"Ah- I'm so fucked..." Yunho mutters to himself as his laughter dies down.

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