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"Why are you still here?" Wonwoo warily eyed the two who were simply sitting on the edge of the bed.
Jeonghan was the one to respond. "Well it is our bedroom, I think if anyone should be asking why someone is here it should be us asking you but of course, we already know the answer to that one."
Almost instinctively, Wonwoo flinched backwards a bit, expression pained. Perhaps he shouldn't have revealed the reason he was in the palace to them. He should have known that he wouldn't get a happy ending here.
"What Jeonghan hyung means is," Mingyu intervened, giving Jeonghan a small glare. "Are you still going to try to kill us?" Despite the uncertain tone to Mingyu's words, he still looked so hopeful. Hopeful that Wonwoo would say no probably. Wonwoo silently cursed himself, he wished so desperately that he hadn't fallen in love with the two most unattainable people in the world.
Except, even to himself, Wonwoo doubted he could ever even attempt to kill Jeonghan or Mingyu. “I don’t know,” he said quietly, closing his eyes. Sometimes lies were better than admitting the truth. Obviously this was going to be either a very long night or a night that would end with his head rolling on the floor.
“This isn’t exactly an “I don’t know” kind of question, Wonwoo-yah,” Jeonghan said coldly, colder than he had ever been to Wonwoo. It hurt. Wonwoo’s eyes remained closed, scared to see if Jeonghan’s beautiful eyes were looking at him coldly too. “Give us a yes or a no, it’s not hard.”
“Of course not!” Wonwoo shouted. “I love you both and it hurts so badly, knowing my job was to kill you but I couldn’t even make a single attempt because I was so enamored with the two of you,” he gasped out, finally letting the words fly freely from his mouth. “I don’t think I could live with myself if I killed you both.”
What Wonwoo doesn’t say is that he thinks he would feel like he ripped out his heart and left it dripping on the floor if he attempted to kill either of them. That their kindness to him had thrown him so far off because nobody had ever been that nice to him unless they wanted something from him and yet, at every opportunity they had had to demand something of him, neither of them had ever done anything. But even if Jeonghan or Mingyu demanded his head on silver platter, he would gladly give it to them.
“Wonwoo hyung,” Mingyu whispered so softly, almost inaudible. “Please look at us,” the words came so tenderly, not a trace of judgment in them. But how could Mingyu remain this nice to him when Wonwoo had all but bared his heart to them, revealing so much, too much even. The fact they hadn’t called the guards on him yet was astounding really.
Wonwoo slowly slumped down onto the floor, keeping his eyes shut. He couldn’t look at them, not after what he had said somewhat by accident. Then he felt a hand on his jaw, tilting his head up and his eyes flew open somewhat involuntarily.
Somehow Jeonghan had made it off the bed over to where Wonwoo had settled himself on the floor and he was staring at Wonwoo with a surprising intensity in his eyes. “Wonwoo-yah, did you not know?” His voice was soft, like he was worried Wonwoo would try to run away if he was too harsh.
“Was there something I was supposed to know?”
Mingyu stood up and sat down on the floor next to where Wonwoo and Jeonghan were. His eyes were almost unbearably fond and Wonwoo found he couldn’t bring himself to hold eye contact with Mingyu.
“Wonwoo hyung, we’ve been flirting with you for like the past month,” Mingyu said bluntly.
Immediately, Wonwoo jerked his head up to look at Mingyu, trying to figure out if he was lying. “Have you forgotten that I am literally an assassin sent here to kill you?” he deadpanned.
“Well I’m sure you must have your reasons for that, but you’ve already said you can’t bring yourself to kill us so that’s good enough for me,” Jeonghan finished brightly. “We can all be together now!”
“You and Mingyu are literally married to each other.” There clearly wasn’t room for Wonwoo in this relationship.
Mingyu glared at him, almost like he was able to hear Wonwoo’s thoughts, “We may be husbands but we wouldn’t be adverse to marrying you eventually if that’s what you want.” And just why did Mingyu have to be so perfect.
“What exactly would I be to you before our very hypothetical marriage? A whore?” Wonwoo spat out. If that was what their intention was, he didn’t think he could survive.
Jeonghan blinked, face rapidly going through emotions (anger, hurt, then a surprisingly blank expression) before settling on looking shocked at what Wonwoo had said. “No, you’d be our boyfriend,” he said, voice still so soft and caring.
Being the boyfriend of the kings of the country was possibly one of the best outcomes for Wonwoo. Maybe they’d even help him get his family somewhere safer and warmer. If not, pretty much everything in the palace could be sold for a lot of money, maybe they wouldn’t notice a few missing pillows or something. With that, Wonwoo suddenly leaned up to kiss Jeonghan, quick and chaste.
Pulling away, Wonwoo blushed shyly, wondering if it was okay to have kissed him. The look of surprise Jeonghan wore on his face quickly faded into something else Wonwoo couldn’t recognize.
“I can’t believe you kissed Hannie hyung before me,” Mingyu sulked. That earned him a small, affectionate slap on the back of his head from Jeonghan, but Wonwoo leaned over and gave Mingyu a kiss that would have been just like the kiss he had given Jeonghan, except Mingyu had other plans as he started making out messily with Wonwoo.
Wonwoo let out a small moan into the passionate kiss and his hips jerked slightly, the movement not going unnoticed by Jeonghan. After a couple minutes of Wonwoo making the cutest noises, Mingyu pulled away, relishing the way Wonwoo looked so fucked out from just a small make out session.
Jeonghan laughed, “Gyu-yah, you’ve been dating Wonwoo for less than ten minutes and you’re already trying to kiss the living daylights out of him?”
“It’s not my fault he’s so kissable, hyung,” Mingyu pouted, letting his fingers rub across Wonwoo’s slightly swollen lips.
Instead of replying to Mingyu, Jeonghan forced Mingyu’s hand off of Wonwoo’s lips before leaning in to make out with Wonwoo too. Wonwoo whined loudly at the feeling, his hips jerking slightly as he tried to move his lips against Jeonghan’s mouth.
After a while of kissing, it felt like Wonwoo’s brain was going fuzzy. As his breathing became erratic, he broke away from the pair for a second, resting his forehead lightly against Jeonghan’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he gasped out, not able to form coherent sentences. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Jeonghan shook his head as he kissed the side of Wonwoo’s temple. “Don’t worry about it, baby. Do you want to go farther than this though?”
He nodded slightly, not even having thought about it anymore, just wanting to please his two loved ones. “Please,” he managed to whisper out.
Mingyu picked up Wonwoo and moved him onto the bed carefully, sitting down on it before shifting Wonwoo on top of him and letting him sit on his lap. They continued to kiss roughly and desperately, hands roaming over each other’s bodies and chests, lips never separating. Jeonghan trailed little kisses down Wonwoo’s neck, biting gently at his sensitive skin.
Wonwoo whimpered, unable to hide the pleasure he was receiving as he ground down on Mingyu's lap.
Mingyu licked Wonwoo's lips gently, before pulling away. “You’re so hot,” he said huskily, trailing down his body again, leaving a trail of love bites down his chest.
"Wonwoo-yah, are you feeling good?" Jeonghan asked. But before Wonwoo could answer, Jeonghan stilled Wonwoo's grinding hips and palmed his bulge, teasing him.
"Ah," Wonwoo moaned as his head rolled back and he cried out in pleasure at the action.
A smile curled on Jeonghan's face as he continued to tease and pet Wonwoo's cock and Wonwoo couldn't stop the tears that sprung to his eyes as his hips bucked upwards, begging Jeonghan to continue.
"Did you like that?" Jeonghan murmured into Wonwoo's ear, laughing when all Wonwoo could do was moan. "Answer me, baby, I’ve asked you two questions and you haven’t given me a response to either of them," he demanded, tightening his grip around Wonwoo’s cock and stroking his length in time with his movements.
Wonwoo shuddered in pleasure as his hips rocked upwards into Jeonghan's hand, visibly scrambling to come up with an answer, unable to form coherent sentences. “Yes!” He managed to gasp out after several moments, unable to take any more.
Mingyu pulled Jeonghan's hand away before wrapping his arm around his waist and pushing Wonwoo's legs further apart, spreading his knees wide. He pushed his hips up forcefully and Wonwoo arched into his thrusts, but when his hips began jerking uncontrollably once more, both Jeonghan and Mingyu seemed satisfied, their hands moving from Wonwoo's cock down to his thighs, squeezing the muscles gently before lifting and pushing forward.
"Who do you want to finger you? Hannie hyung or me?' Mingyu asked with a sly grin, running his hand up and down Wonwoo's thighs.
"Both, please?" Wonwoo pleaded breathlessly.
Mingyu smiled softly as he lubed up his fingers, placing a sloppy kiss on Wonwoo's lips, before slowly inserting two fingers inside of Wonwoo, pressing into his prostate. The sudden pleasure making Wonwoo mewl loudly, pushing back onto Mingyu’s fingers.
"Hyung is such a slut," he heard Mingyu say quietly with a giggle, the hazy pleasure was making it a little difficult to focus on the words enough to understand.
Then Jeonghan pressed closer, sliding his hand along Wonwoo's inner thigh, swiping up some of the excess lube that had covered Wonwoo's thighs.
As Mingyu began pumping harder, causing Wonwoo's hips to buck, Jeonghan slid a finger deep inside of Wonwoo, smirking at his
surprised gasp and muffled scream.
"Are you ok?" Mingyu asked, voice barely above a whisper in Wonwoo's ear.
Wonwoo grunted, grabbing onto Mingyu's shirt tightly in one hand and tugging on the shirt in the other, desperate to feel anything at all. " Yes , fuck me harder." He sobbed out, gripping tightly at Mingyu's shoulders.
Mingyu and Jeonghan continued fingerfucking Wonwoo, enjoying how responsive the younger male got. "So needy and eager," Mingyu whispered low in Wonwoo's ear.
They teased Wonwoo's prostate with their fingers, Jeonghan's finger pressing up right against his prostate while Mingyu scissored his fingers, making Wonwoo whine loudly. Both men watched in amusement as Wonwoo's cheeks flushed pink.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed, don't worry Wonu," Jeonghan cooed softly at Wonwoo, who only blushed harder. "Are you ready yet?" Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow, giving Wonwoo that familiar glint in his eye that meant he was up to something devious.
"Uh, y-yeah, I think so," Wonwoo stuttered, his voice getting higher pitched. Wonwoo was so surprised at his stutter, he hadn't noticed it until now.
"Good boy." Jeonghan smiled sweetly, pulling his finger out of Wonwoo's hole. "Do you want me or Mingyu-yah first, baby?"
Wonwoo bit his lip and glanced between the two in front of him, before giving a shaky nod of his head. "Mingyu, please," he said shakily, his arms wrapping tightly around Mingyu's neck, hiding his red face in the crook of Mingyu's neck.
Mingyu grinned at the sight before slipping out of the pants he had been wearing, leaving them on the floor. He pulled Wonwoo up flush against his body, holding Wonwoo's wrists behind his back. "Ready, baby?" He mumbled into the others neck, earning a soft moan and a shake of Wonwoo's head in agreement.
Slowly, Mingyu pushed into Wonwoo until Wonwoo was completely seated on his cock. He held onto Wonwoo's shoulder, keeping Wonwoo securely pressed into him, letting Wonwoo adjust to the size difference. Once he was confident that Wonwoo would be able to handle movement, he began moving, slowly at first, before quickly picking up speed, when he saw that Wonwoo could take it. Jeonghan watched the scene intently, licking his lips every so often.
Soon, Wonwoo began screaming Mingyu's name through constant loud whines, clutching onto Mingyu tighter and rocking faster against him. Eventually Wonwoo's constant clenching caused Mingyu to come, the fluttering of Wonwoo's hole bringing Mingyu down from his orgasm. After he pulled out of Wonwoo, Mingyu turned his attention to Wonwoo, taking a few steadying breaths. "You alright, baby?" He asked tenderly, leaning in for another chaste kiss.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Wonwoo replied, wiping his sweat off of his forehead, smiling at him.
Giving Wonwoo a few minutes, Mingyu languidly kissed him, before he shifted Wonwoo into Jeonghan's lap. Once again, Wonwoo sank down slowly, moaning and gasping as he went down on Jeonghan, loving the feeling of the older man's hands massaging his hips, fingers curling in the hair at the base of his spine and caressing his sides.
Wonwoo started bouncing slightly in Jeonghan's lap, his mouth opening up to let out loud, deep moans and whimpers as he rode Jeonghan. As Wonwoo rode him, Jeonghan played with Wonwoo's nipples, eliciting high-pitched moans from Wonwoo.
Eventually, Wonwoo started rolling his hips faster, chasing his own release, the press of Jeonghan's cock against his prostate sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire body.
"Jeonghan, please," Wonwoo begged breathlessly, his hips were going faster and faster, bucking his hips. "I can't do this anymore!" He begged desperately, wanting and needing more.
Jeonghan chuckled; Wonwoo looked so adorable, cheeks flushed and tears dripping down his face, still trying to get the last bit of friction he needed to come. He thrust up hard, hitting Wonwoo's prostate just right, sending Wonwoo over the edge. Wonwoo squirmed and arched his back, his legs shaking from the pleasure. The fluttering of Wonwoo's hole through his climax was enough that Jeonghan grabbed Wonwoo by his hips, grinding against him as he came himself.
Jeonghan fell backwards, cradling Wonwoo close, smiling fondly at the whimpering sounds of pleasure still coming from Wonwoo's lips. "That was so hot," Mingyu said, having sat to the side, content to watch Jeonghan fuck Wonwoo. He was grinning widely as he nuzzled his face into Wonwoo's chest.
Wonwoo smiled weakly, snuggling into Mingyu, kissing the top of his head tenderly. "That was really good, hyung," he murmured, reaching up to run his fingers through Mingyu's hair soothingly. "Thank you."
Mingyu hummed in reply, smiling brightly at Wonwoo before turning towards Jeonghan. He moved closer to Jeonghan so he was lying next to him. "Let's cuddle for a bit." His eyes were half lidded, and he was already beginning to fall asleep on Jeonghan's shoulders, resting his head on his boyfriend's arm.
"You'll regret doing this when you wake up with cum dried on you," Jeonghan said, wrinkling his nose. But he made no effort to getting up, content to let Mingyu lay on him. Wonwoo snuggled closer to Mingyu with a happy sigh, completely uncaring about whatever Jeonghan and Mingyu were talking about.