"Do you think he'll be into it?"

Hoseok pushed his boyfriend up against the door to their apartment, kissing down his neck as he fumbled with the keys in the lock.

Yoongi, eyes fluttering from the sensation and undoubtedly the anticipation of the night ahead, "I know you're into it. Hold on. Hold on."

Hoseok took a slight step back and saw that his boyfriend's mood had drastically taken a turn. "Baby.."

"Hoba... what if he thinks I'm crazy?"

"He won't," Hoseok kissed his cheek and finally opened the door, following his boyfriend inside. "If anything, he'll think we're both crazy, because there's no way I'd have you ask alone."

Yoongi stopped to look back at him. "I love you... but that's not exactly helping."

"Sorry baby," Hoseok walked past him, brushing his body against his boyfriend's... slowly, letting his hand fall over Yoongi's and wrapping his fingers around his wrist.

A light tug and he continued walking, with Yoongi in tow, to their bedroom. "I know you're nervous. That's okay. So am I," he slowed his steps...

and his speech...

"Let's just.."

to punctuate-

"wash off the day..."

each pause with a kiss-

"and take our minds off it for a bit, hmm?"

...before he slipped his thumbs beneath the fabric of Yoongi's shirt to lift it up and over his head.

Yoongi let the words and the slip of the fabric carry away some of the apprehension he'd felt the whole way home, kissing back and issuing a quiet thank you before being led toward their attached bathroom.

Yoongi leaned into the shower to turn on the water, allowing it to reach a suitable temperature while Hoseok got undressed.

He turned back, never quite ready for the pure art form that was Hoseok in the nude despite being together for years.

And it didn't help that Hoseok, even now, teased him under the attention - dramatically rotating his neck in circular stretches and reaching his arms above his head and behind his back. Pulling all the toned muscles in his upper body taut.

Yoongi just gaped at his boyfriend and began undressing himself.

How.

How had Yoongi gotten this lucky? To have a boyfriend not only this hot, but this understanding-

"Hoba?"

"Yeah."

"This is definitely okay with you? You're not just... considering this for me right?"

Hoseok smiled, eyes closed and still mid-stretch, let out an amused sort of huff of air before meeting Yoongi's gaze, "Believe me, I want this. If he says yes I'm going to enjoy myself."

Suddenly Yoongi felt relieved - and completely turned on. He smirked as his clothes finally hit the floor, "Do explain."

And he watched as the taller man's eyes instantly became just a little darker, how his demeanor shifted further from simply playful teasing as he stepped closer, dragging his hands on Yoongi's bare skin.

"Gladly. I've thought about this too, you know... You planted the idea in my mind while you talked in your sleep."

"Oh?"

Hoseok nodded, "I mean..." his hand fell, fingers encircling Yoongi's cock, "I could only guess about what you were dreaming..."

He crowded Yoongi against the wall, breathing onto his neck and speaking directly into his ear, "...but I can only think that it was about both of us fucking you at the same time. And I am all for this idea."

Hoseok looked down at his hand, sliding with ease with the way his boyfriend was leaking. "Yeah, that's what it was, wasn't it? You want us both inside you at once?"

Yoongi tossed his head back from the overstimulation as Hoseok's grip tightened around the head, "Fuck-  yeeeeesssss."

The bathroom, slowly filling with steam, was becoming stifling, but Yoongi knew that Hoseok wasn't going to let up until Yoongi sobbed (out of pleasure). Or came.

Or both.

And who was Yoongi, to complain?

On the scale of worldly problems, this was pretty fucking great.

So he relaxed, swung his arms up and around his boyfriend's shoulders and Hoseok answered without a word by pulling him closer, supporting his weight and moving his hand faster.

"M-more." Yoongi sputtered, "What- what else?"

"Ahh, okay." Hoseok chuckled slightly, "Personally, I wanna see what he's packing - I'm pretty sure he could throw you like a paper airplane onto our bed and I wanna see it."

Yoongi's knees almost gave out and Hoseok continued - both his steady pace and his free-flowing thoughts, "But really, I want to watch his tattooed fingers disappear inside you as he stretches you open for me."

And with that image, Yoongi came, a low moan reverberating against the walls of the bathroom.

Hoseok continued moving his hand and watched as Yoongi made a mess of himself.

"Fuck, we should have talked about this a while ago."

"Why stop?" Yoongi pulled aside the shower curtain. "Let's not waste water."

They stepped in together, Hoseok pushing him again into the tiled wall  - arguably Yoongi's favorite way to be kissed.

But maybe he'd discover a new way with Jungkook in the mix.

The water was warm and the slide was amazing, especially when Hoseok held his arms in place over his head. Normally this would be all it took to stifle his nerves.

But it still wasn't enough.

He pulled back, "Hoba-"

"Yes?"

"I- I'm losing my mind."

And Hoseok knew what he meant. Jungkook would be there in no time at all and then they'd have to initiate The Conversation™.

"I know, baby," he pulled aside the curtain to grab the spare bottle of lube from the medicine cabinet. [a/n: important: water is not lube, my friends. be safe.]

Just as promised, Hoseok intended to channel the nervous energy into something... productive.

Yoongi watched Hoseok pop the lid open, "Is it creepy that I'm thinking of him right now?"

"Don't worry, baby. I am too. This is a safe space."

The tension in Yoongi's shoulders seemed to dissipate as he pumped lube onto his fingers. "Thank you."

Hoseok leaned down to look into his boyfriend's eyes, "You don't have to thank me." And then a mischievous grin bloomed on his face as his eyes darted down to his own cock and back to Yoongi, "But if you insist-"

"Oh, I do."

Yoongi knelt in the shower, taking his boyfriend's cock between his lips while he worked himself open with his fingers.

Multitasking was key. It wasn't on his résumé or anything, but was at least a skill his boyfriend appreciated.

And he quite liked being filled from both ends, thank you very much.

Probably one of the many experiences that he would look forward to most tonight if everything turned out well.

As Yoongi swirled his tongue, Hoseok's hand came down to lazily run through his wet hair. "Fuck, Yoongi, your mouth."

And Yoongi couldn't help but smirk - yes, even with a mouth full of cock - because he knew-

"You're gonna to blow his mind."

Well, shit. Yoongi hadn't even considered that yet.

And the next thing he knew, Hoseok was tugging him up, bringing Yoongi's arms to rest around his neck and tapping his thigh - a signal at which Yoongi knew immediately to hop up so he could straddle his boyfriend's waist.

And Hoseok, though (perhaps from another perspective) very lithe and "lacking" bulk was actually very strong, holding his boyfriend up against the tiled wall as he kissed him and positioned himself.

He pulled his face back, wanting to watch Yoongi's eyes as he guided the smaller man's descent in a controlled slide down the wall and around his cock.

The water pelted Yoongi's face as he gasped at the stretch, still keeping his eyes fixed on his boyfriend. "Ughn. Yes- fuck."

Hoseok took over all movement, sliding up into Yoongi first at a slow pace, but increasing to draw out the noises - the staccato whimpers and drawn-out moans that he fucking lived for.

The noises that he hoped he and Jungkook could share.

"You know... he'd probably be able to pick you up to fuck you... No wall."

Yoongi clenched around his boyfriend at the mere thought and they both let out a moan that echoed off the walls of the tiled bathroom.

And it was so fucking hot: Hoseok, unafraid and very much non-threatened by the thought of another man pleasuring his boyfriend.

Because it was a man they selected, that they trusted.

And, of course, Jungkook hadn't even come over yet, hadn't heard of - or even agreed to - the idea yet...

But it was so freeing, so absolutely intoxicating - to be able to talk openly about his fantasy like this with his boyfriend - that even if they both lost their nerve to ask, even if a three-way never happened, Yoongi would definitely be up for this kind of wordplay with Hoseok again.

So Yoongi let his mind fall blank, losing himself in the sensations of Hoseok's hands on his body and the tiled wall on his back. Feeling full and safe and not at all misunderstood.

Hoseok increased his pace and all Yoongi could do was slump forward onto his boyfriend. His mouth fell open and he gasped as Hoseok hit his prostate, over and over, a relentless pleasure that took over his senses.

"Hoseok-- Seok-ahhh-"

He came again, and his hands gripped Hoseok's shoulders, back sliding on the wall as the taller man slammed into him once. Twice.

Shuddering as he moaned Yoongi's name, pressing their lips together and their bodies into the tile.

•  •  •

The water fell across Yoongi's face while they cleaned themselves up. Hoseok pressing kisses to the top of his shoulder and the rhythmic patter of water hitting the curtain set Yoongi's mind at ease - but he wasn't sure for how long.

When Jungkook got here, all bets were off. He had no idea how he would feel. How his body would betray him.

They stepped out of the shower onto the mat and Hoseok wrapped his boyfriend in a fluffy towel and pulled him into a hug.

"Hey... It'll be okay. I'm with you even if he says no. And if for any reason you want to back out of asking once he's here, I'm okay with that, too."

Yoongi nodded into his shoulder, "He'll be here soon- We need to talk about what's okay--"

Hoseok cut him off with a kiss and laughed, "Don't ruin this for yourself, baby. We'll talk about it, calmly, c'mon."

They walked into the bedroom together, discussing as they got dressed how they should broach the subject with Jungkook.

How far they were each comfortable with seeing each other go with him (pretty far, to be honest).

How they both hoped this would not be the only time.

Hair wet and fully dressed - all they had left to do was wait.

Hoseok turned off the light, crawled into bed with Yoongi, pulling him close, and they continued talking everything over in the dark.

•  •  •

Jungkook turned off his engine, staring up at the window just at the top of the fire escape.

He watched as a light from the room within was extinguished and recalled evenings spent up there in that tiny outdoor space. He could picture it: all of them crammed together on the tiny rectangle of metal grating - between three pairs of railings, two potted plants, and zero fucks about personal space.

A couple of drinks and countless conversations. Talking about everything. And nothing. Only to climb back through the window before it got too close to dawn... crawl over Yoongi and Hoseok's bed as he sleepily made his way back into the apartment.

Suppressing thoughts about how... if he could ever be theirs - he would sleep closest to the window.

[a/n]

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