It's late when Chan and Changbin take a taxi home, and by the time Chan steps into his apartment, Felix is already sleeping.

He showers. He tries to convince himself he didn't imagine Changbin's mouth on him, that actually happened. He sucks on his own fingers to remember the way Hyunjin's fingers felt on his tongue. His body is tingling, he's exhausted, but he knows no sleep will come. He tries anyway – lies under his blanket, closes his eyes, tries to clear his head in meditation. Nothing. Just more thoughts.

So Chan gets his laptop, a large glass of water, and when he realises he can just catch up with his work during the day, he turns to composing.

He starts the song from the ground up, and after an hour of composing and adding and editing beats, he realises he's looking at a love song.

And he has words now, lyrics, that somehow exist in the back of his mind.

He's unable to write them now, but he knows – he will. And if he writes them on the backs of whatever papers he's got lying around at work, or if he emails them to himself on his phone – he'll write them.

And with this knowledge, he can finally fall asleep.

He doesn't sleep long, but it's enough rest to get him through the day, to listen to Felix excitedly talk about Jisung in the morning. He tells him about Jia planning to visit and his promise to prepare brownies. He's looking forward to meeting Jisung, not just because he's Felix's soulmate.

Thay day passes both more and less exciting than usual – more, because Changbin's press conference is in the morning, and people congratulate him on his found soulmates. And less, because Chan has a whole mountain of work to go through, and he's caught between emails and calls and meetings until it's late. Somehow, that manages to bring him comfort.

He powers through the headache he gets when his body realises he's not feeding himself coffee.

And then it's Saturday and Chan stands in front of his closet, Felix is telling him he's not allowed to come home until the morning, because Jisung is coming by.

Chan very pointedly does not ask questions.

"It's because I'm smart," Felix says, "because he doesn't know Jia wants to meet him, so tomorrow I'll just tell him to stay around, and then he'll have no other choice."

"Or you simply tell him 'hey, my cousins want to meet you,' have you considered that...?" Chan stares at the black choker in his hands. He'd like to wear it, but it would partly cover the orange rose.

"You can't talk, it's not like you've told yours yet," Felix rolls his eyes. "My plan is genius, and Jia will love Jisung."

Chan fastens the choker around his neck and pauses. "Um? Thanks for having faith in me, I guess, but Changbin and Hyunjin have known they're invited, like, five minutes after Jia and I talked."

"You –" Felix stares. "It's like you have your life under control? Wow."

"Ah, what happened to my cute baby cousin Lixie who thought I knew everything there was to know?" Chan shakes his head in pretended sadness. "Now he'll find out that I'm older than him and he won't believe it."

"Chris!" Felix throws one of his socks in Chan's general direction, but because it's just a sock, he misses.

Chan rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna go, then, so you can be nervous on your own."

"I'm not – well," Felix winces and hides his face in his hands. "Maybe I am a little nervous. You forgot your waist chain, by the way."

"Oh thanks," Chan picks it up from his desk and turns away from Felix to fasten it around his waist, ignoring the way his face turns into a tomato.

"You know, I know that you're going to Changbin-hyung's place to fuck," Felix says, "no need to be all..." he waves his hands.

"Well, um. Maybe you're not the only one who's a little nervous," Chan chuckles.

Felix tilts his head. "But why? You've known Changbin-hyung for years, and you've slept with Hyunjin before, isn't that all the reason to not be nervous?"

"I'm just – overthinking," Chan says. He runs a hand through his hair. He hasn't cut it yet, but maybe he'll let it grow out a bit. He also wanted his hair pulled. "I'm trying not to, but I just can't not overthink, you know? That just leads to more overthinking."

"I'm sure your soulmates can think of ways to help with that," Felix smirks.

"Like what? Like – wait, Felix, no –"

Felix's laughter lightens Chan's hearts for a while, but by the time he's standing in front of Changbin's door, he's back to overthinking.

They'd decided to just meet at Changbin's, and they'd created a group chat named after themselves – hyunbinchan – and Hyunjin sent two pictures of Chan and Hyunjin's night together. They're in the club, the lights flashing, and the first picture is blurred, Chan looking at Hyunjin and Hyunjin looking at the camera. The second picture is both of them, smiling into the camera, and neon light hits the painted flower on Chan and the butterflies over Hyunjin's face and makes them glow.

The painted flower on Chan's chest and collarbones is not easily identifiable, it's more of an abstract painting using the vivid neon colours Hyunjin had at his disposal. It might have been a water lily, or a peony, or a rose. The colours are applied with skill and detail, despite the circumstances, bold and breakable and brimming with life.

Chan and Changbin have taken the opportunity to text Hyunjin the codes to their buildings and apartments.

And now he's here, in front of Changbin's door, aware of the band of cloth around his neck, the chain around his waist, the way he's both horny and touch starved and his heart is doing things every time he thinks of his soulmates. He's – still remembering the numbness from when he thought his mark was a lovemark, and he's still remembering the way his heart tore apart with every primrose appearing, and he's still remembering watching the rose on his neck appear in the bathroom mirror after Changbin said he'd give himself to his soulmate –

And he's yearning for quiet breakfasts on Hyunjin's roof, for long songwriting sessions with Changbin, for dancing to loud music with Hyunjin while the bass vibrates in his bones, for Changbin's skin on his, for Hyunjin's hands, for Changbin's mouth, for them to look at him and smile and for very sweaty evenings spent on soft beds –

Yup. Chan is horny, and a part of him doesn't believe this is real, tells him he'll wake up and Hyunjin will say it's not working for him, or Changbin will say oops let's just be friends or he'll wake up and still be in Australia, Berry jumping on his chest to wake him up. That last one wouldn't even be so terrible, he'd just open a kangaroo shelter by himself and never return to Seoul. That would be cool.

He sighs. His thoughts are going in circles, and he knows the only thing he can do is walk into that door and kiss his soulmates hello. Because – he trusts them. Aside from the circling thoughts, he trusts his soulmates, and he trusts himself, and they're doing this now, and he's just scared of the happiness in his heart.

And he doesn't have to be.

He types Changbin's code and steps into his home.

He takes off his shoes, touches the choker on his neck. He walks into the apartment, and instantly smiles when he sees Hyunjin straddle Changbin, right there on the living room floor, and kiss him like it's the last thing he does. Chan knows the carpet is nice, and yet –

"The couch is right next to you," he says, "that has to be more comfortable."

Hyunjin looks up and smiles when he sees him. "Hyung."

Chan's heart melts. Fuck, what is he doing, just standing around? He crosses the room, leans down, presses a lingering kiss on Hyunjin's mouth.

Hyunjin hums into the kiss and deepens it, and Chan readily sinks to his knees next to them. Hyunjin pulls him closer by his sweater, and he feels another pair of hands on his thighs.

"Hey, Chan-hyung," Changbin says after they separate and Chan opens his eyes.

"Hello yourself," Chan says and kisses him, too.

"So," Changbin starts, "we could go to bed now, or we wait another ten minutes until the food arrives, eat, and then go to bed – and I'm for the bed, honestly, but I've never had a threesome before so I think we need to talk about how we're doing this, first."

"I'm more thirsty than hungry, but yeah," Hyunjin nods. "I haven't had a threesome either."

"I did," Chan says, surprised at the memory. "It was a long time ago, not planned, and in a closet."

"Good thing I did some research, then," Changbin murmurs. He kisses Chan's knuckles and Chan tries not to melt into a puddle. "Let's start with what we want, and how rough we want each other to be, and," Changbin hooks a finger into Chan's choker, "kinks."

Chan blushes.

"I'm wearing a butt plug right now," Hyunjin says, as if he's making a comment about the weather. "And I got myself a waist chain, because it looks hot on Chan, and now we can match."

Chan ignores his arousal and closes his eyes. "I have kinks. And yes, I like it rough, but Jinnie...?"

"Yeah," Hyunjin smiles at Chan, "I don't like pain. No being in pain and no causing it, so... not too rough, please?"

Changbin rests his palm on Hyunjin's cheek. "Got it. Overstimulation?"

"In moderation, that's okay," Hyunjin nods.

"I'd love that," Chan says. "And – do you happen to have some harnesses lying around somewhere?"

Changbin slowly smirks. "I thought you'd never ask."

By the time the food arrives – Italian – Chan has an image of Changbin in black leather in his head and it just won't leave. And Chan finds he doesn't want that image to leave.

Hyunjin's wearing a choker now – a white velvet band Changbin gifted him – and wow is that a thing they do now? Buy each other things? Does that mean Chan can steal Changbin's hoodies? Does that mean Chan can give his hoodies to Hyunjin? Oh, the possibilities – and Hyunjin was shy about his waist chain so Chan still hasn't seen it. But that's okay.

Even Changbin put on a choker, and Chan kinda wants to pull at it with his teeth. He won't, though, because the food is good and the atmosphere shifted from calm and horny to... nervous and horny.

Chan knows Changbin, and he knows Changbin is worried about this, about them, insecure despite the verbal reassurance and safewords they agreed on.

And Hyunjin, confident, beautiful Hyunjin, is almost shy in the way he pushes his fringe behind his ear, and lifts his fingers up to trace his choker again and again. Chan wants to hug them both and tell them he loves them.

So he does.

"I love you," he says, without the hugging because a table is between them, "I can hear you both overthinking, and I know because I've been overthinking for days now. We want each other, and we want to make this... good, for all of us. So we'll do that. And if we discover that threesomes aren't our thing, we'll deal with that, and I trust in us."

"Okay," Hyunjin says, shoulders relaxing.

"Have you been sleeping?" Changbin asks.

Chan shrugs. "Well enough."

Changbin narrows his eyes like he doesn't believe him.

"You have insomnia, right?" Hyunjin asks. "Is there anything we can do...?"

Chan sighs. "I'm not sure, but, well. If I'm tired enough..."

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm done eating. Let's move this to the bedroom?"

"I'm still going to eat you out, Jinnie, so I'm not done eating," Changbin kisses Hyunjin's cheek as he stands. "And I'll put everything away, so you two can go ahead."

Chan rolls his eyes. "Let's put everything away together, and then find a bed before anyone gets undressed."

Changbin blushes. "You were just... right there."

"And," Hyunjin adds, "the bed was literally in the same room."

Changbin sighs, and doesn't argue more.

The leftovers go into the fridge, the used dishes in the dishwasher, and the walk to the bedroom feels – feels –

"Come here, baby boy," Hyunjin whispers and pulls Chan with him.

Hyunjin settles with his back against the headboard, so Chan straddles him and leans down to kiss him. He intends to start slow, so they're comfortable and unhurried, but Hyunjin sucks on his lips and Chan wants.

He groans into Hyunjin's mouth and rolls his hips, shifting his weight to his knees. Hyunjin's hands find his ass and holds him steady, so Chan kisses along Hyunjin's jaw and to his neck, sucking under his ear. Predictably, Hyunjin throws his head back and whispers his name, so Chan rolls his hips again.

"Binnie-hyung," Hyunjin breathes, "can you – lube?"

"Here," Changbin replies.

Chan doesn't process Changbin handing Hyunjin a bottle of lube, but he does process Hyunjin unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to his thighs, then Hyunjin's hands are back on his ass and Chan kisses kim. Hyunjin's lips are wonderful and he buries his hands in Hyunjin's hair, the soft strands flowing like water between his fingers.

"I'm gonna prep you," hyung," Hyunjin whispers when they part for air.

Chan does his best to relax on Hyunjin's lap. "Go ahead."

"Just a second," Changbin cuts in, coming up behind Chan. "Shirts off."

"Good point," Chan pulls his sweater over his head and throws it off the bed, then helps Hyunjin with his. And.

Hyunjin's doesn't just have a waist chain. There's a thin chain around his neck, and from that, multiple chains fall over his body and connect to two chains around his waist. Chan runs his hands over them, warm from Hyunjin's skin. The white band on Hyunjin's neck completes the look. He looks like a star on Changbin' black sheets.

Changbin leans past Chan to press his lips against Hyunjin's, hard. Hyunjin gasps for air and Changbin bites his lips, then leans back. "Hyunjinnie," Changbin says, and he doesn't need to say more.

"Yeah," Chan agrees.

Hyunjin smiles, averting his eyes to stare at Chan's chest. "Um. I thought you might like it."

"You were so correct," Chan ghosts his fingers over Hyunjin's chains again, tugging lightly. He remembers one of Changbin's promises. "Binnie, can I –"

"Already on it, my love," Changbin says. He shows Chan a bundle of black bondage straps. Chan holds out his arm. Changbin starts fastening the fabric around his wrist. It's nothing dramatic, really it resembles fingerless gloves, or wristguards, and Changbin wraps the smooth fake leather straps up around his underarms to his biceps. They're not restricting his movement at all, the soft pressure just centers him in his body even more than simple touch can.

"Relax, hyung," Hyunjin says, and pushes a finger past his rim.

Changbin soon finishes lacing Chan's other arm, and Hyunjin adds a second finger and starts moving them in and out slowly, going deeper every time. Chan relaxes, focuses on his breathing and Hyunjin's skin under his hands.

Hyunjin kisses him and Chan loses himself in the feeling of Hyunjin's fingers inside him and Hyunjin's mouth on his. And it's – different than he might have thought. It's just him, and just Hyunjin, and Changbin is in the room, his clothes rustling as he discards them. It's just them, and they're getting naked together, and Chan wants them both closer.

The third finger Hyunjin pushes inside him, Chan separates from Hyunjin's lips and takes deep breaths.

"Relax, baby," Hyunjin says, holding Chan steady.

"You're doing so good," Changbin says, bed dipping under his weight. Chan turns toward him and shivers. Changbin's naked, and wearing a leather harness around his chest and ribs, all smooth straps and silver metal like his choker, framing the lilac on his collarbone. There's another harness around his upper thigh, and his cock is hard and Chan wants to swallow around it. Chan can't look away from the blue roses on Changbin's skin.

"Bin," Chan says. He moans, Hyunjin starts moving his fingers. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

"Patience," Changbin kisses him, hard and open mouthed and with tongue; and Chan doesn't even care about the spit running down his chin when Changbin pulls back. "Let's get you two fully undressed first."

Chan remembers that they did talk this through, the bare bones of it, and nods. "I can do that."

"Mh, careful," Hyunjin removes his fingers from Chan and helps him off his lap.

Chan has Changbin's pillows under his back and Changbin's and Hyunjin's hands on him, peeling his skinny jeans away. Hyunjin, again, takes off Chan's socks, and Chan briefly considers if he does have a foot fetish after all, but then his socks are off and he watches as Hyunjin slowly steps out of his pants, revealing his own blue roses, his thighs, his knees, his rainbow printed socks that he also takes off – "Hyunjin, don't tease," Chan whines.

"Okay, okay," Hyunjin smiles and comes back to bed, climbing over Chan to kiss him. presses a kiss to Chan's chest and then settles between Chan's legs. "You ready for my fingers again?"

"Yes," Chan confirms, and watches as Changbin comes up behind Hyunjin, leaving kisses over his shoulders.

"I'm gonna take out your plug, Jinnie," Changbin says gently, "relax, Babe."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Hyunjin says, and then shudders. He slips two fingers into Chan just as Changbin starts moving the plug inside him.

"Gonna add some more lube," Changbin says.

Hyunjin presses lingering, open mouthed kisses to the blue roses on Chan's hip and thigh. With a moan, he takes Chan's cock in his mouth, and Chan closes his eyes. Who allowed his soulmates to be this good at oral?

A blessing, truly, and Chan opens his eyes just to see Changbin's face disappear between Hyunjin's legs. Now he knows what caused Hyunjin's moan.

"Fingers, too, Binnie-hyung, please," Hyunjin gasps, and breathing hard on Chan's cock, he starts thrusting his fingers inside of Chan, crooking his fingers just so. "Oh –" Hyunjin curses.

Chan assumes Changbin did something very right, and – with Hyunjin's fingers still thrusting, fingertips massaging his prostate, Chan unravels. Hyunjin had told him he could make Chan come from just fingers, and Chan hadn't planned on it, not really, but his mind-to-mouth connection isn't really working so he can't beg for Hyunjin to take him in his mouth again, and anyway Hyunjin's fingers are long and the glide is smooth and he feels his orgasm building fast.

"I'm gonna, gonna," Chan pants, and Hyunjin moves his hand faster, deeper.

Chan buries his hands in Hyunjin's hair in his need to touch something, and comes all over himself. Hyunjin stops moving, and doesn't remove his fingers, and Chan is incredibly grateful. He's shaking, riding out his orgasm, and Hyunjin is right there with him and this is far from over.

Hyunjin makes a choked sound. "Please, Changbin," Hyunjin murmurs, forehead resting on Chan's blue roses.

Changbin hums. "A bit more, Hyunjin-ah. Just come untouched."

Hyunjin moans. "I just – Binnie – I want to –"

The wet noises where Changbin is fingering and kissing Hyunjin's rim reach Chan's ears.

"Please, I'm so close," Hyunjin begs, and Chan realises he's crying. "I'm – ah –"

Hyunjin is beautiful as he comes, muscles on his back moving under his skin, fingers digging into Chan's thighs, shaking, shaking. He rolls onto his back, baring a blissed out face, open mouth, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. He takes shaky breath after shaky breath, single hairs stick to his forehead.

"How was that, babe?" Changbin's mouth and chin are covered in lube, but he's smirking down at Hyunjin, licking his lips.

"Fuck," Hyunjin says, "that was. You are."

"I thought so," Changbin says. "Do you need water? Chan?"

"Not yet," Hyunjin shakes his head. "Let me catch my breath and we'll continue."

Chan, noticing that the next step in their plan (Hyunjin fucking him) is going to be postponed a bit, also notices that Changbin is still hard. "I don't want water, either," he says. He slides off the bed and kneels next to it, looking up at Changbin. "Fuck my mouth?"

"Since you asked so nicely," Changbin shakes his head, but he's smiling. He stands in front of Chan, cock hard and leaking, and gently, so gently, pushes Chan's hair out of his face. "I want to be rough. Can I?"

Chan nods. "Yes, please. I'll tap your leg if I need to breathe."

"How are you real," Changbin mutters, and pushes his cock past Chan's lips.

Chan flattens his tongue, relaxes his jaw, and makes sure his teeth aren't in the way. Changbin tastes salty, and he's carefully not taking Chan too deep. Chan wants to roll his eyes, but he closes them and then looks up through his lashes, meeting Changbin's eyes. A dare, he hopes, or at least a message of giving up control.

"You..." Changbin says, then swallows and buries his fingers in Chan's hair. He pulls out and in, and deeper, exhaling loudly when Chan hollows his cheeks.

This seems to get the message across, finally, because Changbin starts fucking his mouth, stops overthinking the possible existence of Chan's gag reflex. Maybe Chan should have mentioned it's barely there.

Chan, on his knees, holds onto his own hands behind his back so he doesn't accidentally tap Changbin, and so he doesn't touch himself. He tries to keep his eyes open but his vision blurs. Focusing on breathing through his nose, on the faint sting of where Changbin is pulling his hair, he keeps his jaw relaxed. Changbin's thrusts are getting faster, sloppier, and Chan knows he's close.

He opens his eyes, blinking away some stray tears, and finds Changbin's eyes on him. He hums, a low tone vibrating on his tongue, and it's only a handful of thrusts later that Changbin comes down his throat with Chan's name on his lips.

"That was hot," Hyunjin says, voicing Chan's thoughts exactly.

"Are you alright?" Changbin asks, kneeling before Chan.

Chan kisses him, letting Changbin taste himself on Chan's tongue. "Yeah, I'm brilliant."

Changbin smiles. "Good. I'll get you some water now, don't even argue."

"Thank you, Binnie." Chan pulls him in for another kiss.

Changbin pulls him to his feet and sits him on the bed, then he's gone, and Hyunjin looks at Chan with a spark in his eyes.

"You're hard again, hyung," Hyunjin says. He's still on his back, but he pushes himself to his elbows to look at Chan.

"So are you," Chan replies, and has the best galaxy brained idea he ever had. "Let me ride you."

Hyunjin does a double take. "Um? Yes, anything you want."

Chan laughs. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and reaches for a condom. He swings a leg over Hyunjin and sits on his thighs, and then he needs a minute to properly open the packet and roll the condom over Hyunjin. He's applying extra lube when Changbin comes back, two glasses of water in his hands.

"He said he's going to ride me," Hyunjin says weakly in Changbin's general direction. "I was literally just lying here."

"I'll be right next to you." Changbin climbs on the bed.

Chan sinks down on Hyunjin's cock. The stretch would make him wince, but he's come on Hyunjin's fingers and he's still horny and now he finally has a cock inside him. It's good, and he relaxes easily, shifting his weight to comfortably take Hyunjin as deep as possible. He takes a deep breath, feels his chain against his stomach and flexes his fingers to remind himself of the strappy glove bondage.

A cool glass touches his lips, and Chan lets Changbin feed him the water without opening his eyes. It's cool and soothing on his throat, and he notices how dry his throat became, and the lingering taste of come washes away. "Thank you, Changbin."

Changbin kisses him, and Chan returns the kiss. His lips are tingling and his jaw is tired but he'll never be too tired to kiss his soulmates.

Changbin takes an empty glass from Hyunjin and puts them away.

Hyunjin's eyes burn into Chan's skin. "Set the pace, I'll match?"

"Yeah," Chan starts moving his hips. In this position, pleasure tingles through his entire body like little fireworks. His cock throbs in time with his thrusts, and he moans as Hyunjin starts thrusting up into him. More friction, more pressure, more room for his hips to move, just – more. He presses his eyes and lips shut and continues, thighs burning in the way only riding can make them burn.

"Let us hear you," Changbin says over the sound of wet skin slapping on wet skin. "Don't hold back."

Chan opens his mouth to reply, or disagree, or say anything that's not another wordless sound, but Changbin's sitting against the headboard, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. He's playing with his own nipple, and languidly stroking his cock.

Chan moans, loses his balance and catches himself with his hands on Hyunjin's chest. "Oh," he says, and because he's already here, he leans down to kiss Hyunjin's nose. "You're so cute, by the way."

"Baby boy," Hyunjin pushes Chan back up and snaps his hips, "I wanna hear you call my name as you come."

That, Chan can do. Hyunjin wraps his hand around Chan's cock and strokes with the same rhythm as their thrusts, and Chan's cock has barely been touched tonight so it doesn't take long to send him over the edge. He moans, a sound that might be Hyunjin's name, his come coats Hyunjin's stomach and chest, and he shudders as bliss floods his body.

He feels like light. He hears his heartbeat in his ears, feels himself squeeze on Hyunjin's cock, throws his head back and wishes this feeling would never pass. Then he gasps for air, like he hasn't breathed in minutes.

He gasps for air and when his heartbeat steadies, he sees his soulmates looking at him with – something. He likes it. And Hyunjin is still hard inside him.

"Jinnie, I want you to – come inside me," Chan tells him. "Can you – I don't know –"

Hyunjin grabs Chan's hips with both hands. "I got you."

He plants the soles of his feet on his bed and thrusts up into Chan.

Chan's thighs have now officially given up, so Chan welcomes the loss of control he feels and the way he rocks on top of Hyunjin. Hyunjin's abs and chest muscles are flexing under his hands, and Chan hopes Hyunjin's hands will leave bruises on his hips. He's relaxed like he hasn't been in a long time, and yet he still wants more. Hyunjin speeds up, breaths accelerating –

"I'm –" Hyunjin says, and comes into the condom, silently mouthing Chan's name.

Chan dazedly runs his fingers over Hyunjin's skin, the drying come, the stained chains. Hyunjin relaxes under him, so Chan gets off him, missing the presence of Hyunjin's cock as soon as it's gone. Changbin is there, kissing him, then kissing Hyunjin. Changbin takes off the used condom, and puts it away to wherever its packet disappeared to.

"How are you feeling?" Changbin asks, one hand in Hyunjin's and one hand on the side of Chan's neck, over the orange rose.

"I'm great," Hyunjin smiles, brilliantly, the smile that makes Chan's heart melt.

Chan is amazing, honestly, except that maybe he'll need to invest into butt plugs... but why settle for silicone when the real thing is right there?

"Changbinnie," Chan says, reaching out to Changbin's still hard cock. Changbin bats his hand away, like he's set on just ignoring it, so Chan gets on his elbows and knees, raising his ass towards Changbin. "Please. I want – I'd like –"

A warm hand strokes over his skin. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Chan breathes. "Fuck me."

"You're tired already, though," Changbin protests, weakly.

"Do it, hyung," Hyunjin says. "You want it, too."

"Please," Chan repeats.

Whatever he expects, it's not what he gets.

Hot wetness is the first thing he feels on the back of his balls, and then it's when Changbin kisses his entrance that he realises that Changbin is licking him. Changbin sucks, and does something with his tongue, and Chan's arms give out and he falls face first into the mattress.

"Oh, fuck," Chan whispers.

"Yeah," Hyunjin agrees and threads his fingers through Chan's hair. "I know."

"Fuck, Binnie," Chan says, louder, with feeling, then he moans. He tries forming a sentence but all thought is leaving his brain and all he knows is tongue soft mouth warm and then he realises he's hard, again, and dripping. He wants, he realises in his hazy mind, to learn how to do that just to do it to Changbin and listen to him fall apart. He wants many things now.

"You're hard now," Changbin says, voice low, and his breath tickles, "I'm going to turn you around, I want to see you when I fuck you."

Yeah, Chan's last thoughts are waving as they fly away.

"Please," Chan begs, and tries to lift himself to help turning himself around, but his arms shake. Changbin is strong and has nice arms, so it's okay.

Chan blinks up at Changbin, notices his own skin is shiny with sweat, and Changbin's dark eyes wander over his body. Chan wants Changbin to tie him up next time, just so he'll look like he feels: caught and bound and ready to take anything Changbin wants to give him, and he'll beg for it. He'd match with Changbin's harness, too.

Changbin grabs him by the hips and lifts him up. At some point he put on a condom, and extra lube. He's different than Hyunjin, and Chan goes pliant in his hands. Chan still feels the stretch. He's already sore. He wants this so, so much.

Changbin starts fucking into him slowly, deeply, with precise and controlled movements. He fucks the way he kisses, and Chan gasps when he picks up his pace.

His body is tingling, sweat collecting on his skin, and he opens and closes his mouth around nothing. Changbin's thrusting into him roughly now, steady and hard and so Changbin, hitting his prostate and making Chan see stars. Chan wants to squish his cheeks and call him cute, but Changbin's cheeks are too far away to touch. He catches Hyunjin's eyes on him.

Chan licks his lips. "Jinnie – can I –" he cuts himself off with a moan, "wanna – your cock – my mouth –"

"Chan," Changbin moans from above him, but he doesn't object.

Hyunjin opens and closes his mouth like a fish. "Um – okay, let's try it."

Hyunjin kneels above Chan, his knees on either side of his head, and he lowers his cock to Chan's lips. He hesitates, then takes one of Chan's arms and lays it so Chan's palm is on Hyunjin's leg. "Tap when you need me to pull out, yeah?"

Chan nods and opens his mouth wider.

Hyunjin thrusts into his mouth slowly, gently, as soft as their position allows him to. He doesn't go deep. Chan, who decided air is overrated, does his best to lick and suck around him, while his body is made of moonlight and water and Changbin's thrusts remind him that he's human.

Hyunjin pulls out of Chan's mouth and strokes himself, within moments spilling over Chan's face and chest. With Hyunjin's come on his tongue and Changbin's fist around his cock, Chan finds release again.

He feels his own, hot come hit his stomach, and his body trembles. It's like he's floating now, toes and fingertips tingling, muscles sore but tingling happily.

Chan sighs and smiles, feels Changbin set down his body and lie, shaking, on top of him, not minding the come.

"Wow," Hyunjin says. He lies down next to them, kisses some of his come off Chan's cheek.

"Yeah," Changbin agrees. "I... wow."

Chan exhales. "I feel amazing. And I think this proves that we'll definitely work as three, and we need to do this again."

Changbin hums. He drags his fingers through the come on Chan's stomach. "First we'll need to shower."

Chan giggles. "I can't feel my legs."

Hyunjin kisses Changbin's cheek. "A towel? Shower tomorrow?"

"Chains off, though," Changbin says. "And chokers off."

Chan has to admit that Changbin is right about that. He sits up, and Changbin helps unlace the bands around his arms and wrists, and Hyunjin takes off his choker, so Chan takes his waist chain off himself. He helps Hyunjin with his chains, and then unstraps the thigh harness from Changbin's leg.

Changbin grabs Chan's face and pulls him into a kiss. Deep, unhurried, intimate. Changbin tastes like lube.

"I just," Changbin breathes when they part. He looks to Hyunjin, who's watching them, and reaches for Hyunjin's hand. "I'm – I never really thought I'd be able to have this. Not with my family, not with my feelings for you, it... seemed like this is a thing for people who aren't me." Changbin smiles. "But I have you, both of you, and you have each other, and I'm happy."

"Me too," Hyunjin says quietly. "I met Chan, and I realised that if I act scared forever, I'll stay scared forever. So," he touches the primroses on Chan's arm with featherlight fingertips, "I decided to be brave, and nearly fucked it all up."

"No, Jinnie," Chan shakes his head, "you're the best of us. Without you, Binnie and I... I think we'd have pretended we were fine, forever, without ever knowing. I'm grateful, and happy that I ran into you, that night in the club."

Hyunjin cracks a smile.

Chan lies back down on the sheets. He's sticky, and yet – he can't remember the last time he felt this way. Like he could close his eyes and sleep. Like there's clouds under him, and he grew wings and flying is easy, just floating with the clouds on steady winds.

Flying isn't like that, though, he's pretty sure.

"I want to be the big spoon," he tells his soulmates. One of them presses his lips to his cheek.

"Stay with him," he hears Hyunjin say to Changbin. "I'll get a washcloth."

Then Chan is significantly less warm, but Hyunjin will come back, and he still has Changbin right next to him.

"Channie-hyung," Changbin whispers, "is this – are you?"

"I'll be a bit sore, but I'm really good," Chan replies. He reaches out to touch the orange rose on Changbin's neck. "I love you, so so much. So I'll sleep, and if we're still soulmates by the time I wake up, that'll be nice."

"Oh," Changbin's expression does something complicated. "Don't – hyung, I'll be here. Hyunjin will be here. Please know that we'll take care of your heart from now on."

"Okay," Chan says. "I still want to be the big spoon. I'm still your hyung."

"That you are," Changbin smiles.

Slow tapping on the floor signals Hyunjin's return. He climbs on the bed, and Chan turns his face toward him. Hyunjin smiles. "Hey."

Hyunjin hands a small, wet towel to Changbin and gently wipes Chan's face with another. The cool cloth is refreshing on his skin, and he only notices the sticky feeling of drying come on his skin when Hyunjin washes it away. Hyunjin is gentle and then Changbin is coaxing him under the blanket, uncaring of the lube and drying come on top of it.

"I'll go clean the chains," Changbin whispers. "I'll be right back."

Changbin leaves, and now Hyunjin crawls under the blanket to Chan. "Baby boy," he whispers with a cheeky smile. "Feeling alright?"

"Yes," Chan answers. He reaches out to wrap an arm around Hyunjin's hips. "And you?"

"The best," Hyunjin sighs. "Can I be your little spoon?"

"Of course," Chan answers, and Hyunjin turns his back to him so Chan can pull him close. Chan buries is face in Hyunjin's neck, above the orange rose, and breathes in the scent of sweat and sex clinging to Hyunjin's skin. Hyunjin's hair tickles, but what's a bit of hair in his face, really? He has Hyunjin in his arms, and Changbin will join them soon, and he feels the edges of his mind succumbing to sleep and he's not scared.

Because he trusts Changbin, and Changbin said he'll be here, and he has his arm around Hyunjin and hears his breathing. They're okay, and they just had the best sex of Chan's life, and they have the rest of their lives to have more sex, and to kiss each other simply because they want to. Chan tightens his hold on Hyunjin, tangles their legs.

Changbin comes back, and, naked like them, climbs into bed on Hyunjin's other side.

"Tired?" Changbin asks, voice quiet.

Hyunjin hums in confirmation.

Changbin shuffles close, despite the bed having enough space for all three of them to lie next to each other without touching. He reaches over Hyunjin, resting his hand on Chan's hip. "Good night, my loves."

"Night," Chan mumbles into Hyunjin's hair. He's vaguely aware of Hyunjin's body against him. Hyunjin's ribs under his arm, Changbin's hand on his skin. Hyunjin makes a good pillow, he thinks. He falls asleep to the quiet sounds of slow kissing, and smiles because – his soulmates love him, and they love each other, and it's real and he's not alone, never has been alone.

He needs to get Felix a unicorn for his next birthday, is his last thought before he sinks into dreamless sleep.