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Feet padding against wooden floor, Minhyuk finds the window a mirror, velvet dark of night swallowing Seoul. He stares for a moment, warm light from the living room lamps painting him a halo glow against cold glass. Deft fingers reach for the blinds, pulling them shut with a whir, ghost of himself trapped away.

Slinking back, he collapses into the sofa, body limp, tired. Hyungwon resides beside him, legs crossed over each other, the phone in his hand capturing his attention. Kihyun sits alone adjacent, content with his own space. The harsh light from the TV catches their skin, story lost to disinterest. A frustrated groan rises above the voices from the TV; Minhyuk shifts slightly.

He catches Hyungwon shooting him a questioning glance, only to groan once more, with emphasis, with dramatics.

"I need to piss." He whines.

"Go then." Hyungwon responds, ever the solution to Minhyuk's struggles.
Minhyuk simply groans in response.

"What? Forgotten how to walk, Min?"

"Yes. My body has found so much comfort in this position, my legs refuse to work."

Hyungwon shrugs, click of the tongue, and returns once more to his phone which lights up with a notification.

kihh: Don't suppose you're thinking the same as me...

coenffl: your ears are flushed
coenffl: even if i wasn't thinking the same, i know what you're thinking

kihh: Ah, but you are thinking it.

coenffl: of course 

Shifting from stagnation, Kihyun stands slow, arms stretching above him. He treads over to the kitchen, fainting rustling through cupboards catching Minhyuk's attention.

"Hey, grab me a packet of swing chips."

"No."

Minhyuk sighs, defeated with ease. "Please?"

"There we go~" Kihyun coos mockingly, tossing the bag blindly at Minhyuk.

He returns crouching to deposit three cans on the table. Minhyuk reaches to the nearest one, tab snapping open with a hiss.

"Thought you needed to piss?" Hyungwon comments, bemusement slipping through the quirk of his lips.

"Yeah well, guess it can wait."

It takes a question of moments for Minhyuk to forget his need, attention caught between the soft hum of the show he still can't remember the name of, and Kihyun's reflections of his day. Hyungwon joins, baited with argument, until they find themselves amid bright erupts of laughter, squabbling, and empty cans.
The sight of his own crumpled can discarded on the table catches Minhyuk eye.

"Shit." He bites, leaning on his arm to stand, "Gotta go."

Hyungwon reaches a hand across, pushing hard on Minhyuk's thighs until he collapses back, caught by the safety of sofa cushions, soft breath knocked from his lips.
"No. You can hold it."

Minhyuk freezes, processing Hyungwon's words. Eyes dart to scan Hyungwon's face, desperate attempts to find what he misses, to understand Hyungwon's intentions. He finds nothing, Hyungwon seemingly disinterested, fixated on the screen infront.

"...what?" He tries to guise it with a laugh, but dresses it instead thick with breath. Minhyuk's voice is small, impossibly small for someone like him.

Hyungwon doesn't move, voice monotone.
"You heard me."

Minhyuk stays silent, reply never to come, his bite toothless. Instead, he sits, shoulders pulled into himself.
He's confused, knowing he's blind to something the others see.
He also really needs to piss.

Watching the exchange behind a muted smile, Kihyun stands, deliberately indifferent to Minhyuk as he treads past. Minhyuk gazes up to him, hoping he'd give something, anything, to fill Minhyuk in.
Kihyun gives nothing, slipping out of sight - silent.

Softly easing a door open, Kihyun slips inside the bathroom. Minhyuk's growing restless, it's obvious, but he's not desperate enough just yet; Minhyuk hasn't even realised he's being played with, he notes.

Kihyun closes the lid of the toilet, sits himself on top, and waits.

-

Minhyuk's leg bounces, impatiently, panic on the verge of bloom. Leaning once more on palms to stand, Hyungwon shifts to drape his body over Minhyuk's lap, a painful anchor. Laying with phone above face, he begins telling Minhyuk about messages he read earlier, showing his screen; he continues only when Minhyuk looks, attention fully on Hyungwon and not the tight burning below his stomach. Hyungwon watches him try, really try, to give Hyungwon the attention he demands, mind reigned in with every wander. They both know it's not enough.

"Sorry Won, I really-"

"No, I'm talking."

Minhyuk doesn't know why he stays, why he doesn't just push Hyungwon away and stand to leave, but he doesn't.

"Anyway, look at this. As I was saying it's-"

Minhyuk doesn't hear a word that spills from Hyungwon's lips, blood rushing past his ears, pulse picking up. Smalls noises of acknowledgment are peppered where Minhyuk can deem it appropriate, but he remains unlistening.
Hyungwon shifts his arms, propping himself on elbows that happen to align against Minhyuk's lower stomach. Minhyuk doubles over, clamping Hyungwon between chest and knee.

"Fuck- Won, 'm sorry, I'm really about to piss myself, I gotta-" He's breathless, panic laced in every word.

Hyungwon sighs, lifting himself off Minhyuk with a final push against his inflated bladder; mutter of 'Go then' as he moves. Minhyuk cries out at the pressure as Hyungwon shifts, hands jumping to clasp over his crotch. Hyungwon isn't granted the time to shift fully from Minhyuk before he's thrown to the side, Minhyuk launching himself from the sofa and across the dorm.

The bathroom door swings open, crashing against the wall. Minhyuk freezes as he's met with the sight of Kihyun, waiting.

Mind too clouded to respond, panic burns through Minhyuk's veins as pain blossoms deep inside him. He doesn't have fight left in him to spare on Kihyun, to play his stupid game, all he needs is to piss.

With a thud, he collapses to his knees, cold tile hitting legs sprawled as if deer. Sobs wrack through his chest, tears falling hot against burning cheeks. Slurred mumbles of 'please' tumble from his lips, tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.

"Please what, Minhyuk?" Kihyun asks, feigning ignorance.

A beat passes, Minhyuk stuttering of a breath.
"FUCK." He shouts, frustration pouring, "I JUST NEED TO PISS." Voice wavering, trails of tears, of snot, streaming down his face.

A soft eclipse occurs as Hyungwon joins, silhouette in the doorway - leaning, watching.
"Then go."

Kihyun smirks at his partner's words, uncrossing legs to lift a foot towards Minhyuk. A stretch, he nudges gently at the small bulge of Minhyuk's bladder before curling his toes, pushing firm.
Minhyuk cries out, body clenching impossibly tighter, trembling violently. He feels the burn of stray droplets spilling, foreboding. Kihyun watches as the small patch of damp grows over the head of Minhyuk's aching cock.

Long fingers reaching from behind him, twined into his hair. Minhyuk leans into the touch, only to be yanked backwards as Hyungwon pulls. A twinge of pain flashes through Minhyuk's neck.
"Be good, hyung. Piss yourself."

Minhyuk recoils at the honorific, humiliated.
Slipping his foot lower, Kihyun ghosts over Minhyuk’s cock, pulling a whine from the latter. With delicate pressure, Kihyun begins padding up and down the length; Minhyuk's gasps come out as hiccups, thick with tears.

Curling even further into himself, Minhyuk's arms clutch desperately at his crotch.

“Mm, that’s it. Good boy.”
He doesn’t hear who it comes from, blood rushing in his ears, heart pounding. His chest hurts, ribs a struggling cage.

A small puddle, magnolia blooms, flood from around Minhyuk's legs, body frozen as everything crumbles around him.
Kihyun's eyes are fixated, watching as the fabric of Minhyuk's sweats bleed a dirty, dark grey.
A moan fills the air, silence razed, Hyungwon enraptured in the sight of the growing pool spread across the floor. Kihyun scoffs, Hyungwon always lacking restraint.

"Wow." Hyungwon drawls, head cocked; Kihyun catches a breath in his throat. "You really want to misbehave now, Kihyunnie?"

Stepping around Minhyuk's crumbled frame, Hyungwon saunters towards Kihyun. It takes but a blink for Kihyun to be slammed hard against the cistern, eyes shooting wide. The throb of pain radiates where the ceramic crashed against his spine.
Kihyun likes to believe he's always a step ahead, always the one to understand the situation where no one else does. He likes the control.
This? This he wasn't expecting, he didn't predict. Minhyuk was the subject of their dominance, not him.
The glint in Hyungwon's eyes keeps Kihyun's protests internal.

A slender hand makes its way around Kihyun’s neck, grasping tight, knuckles white. Kihyun’s head lolls slack with a gasp, mouth falling open. Hyungwon takes the opportunity to slip his fingers into Kihyun’s mouth, thumb catching on his chin.
Minhyuk remains curled on the floor, tears splashing into the piss below.

Hyungwon slides his fingers deeper, grip tightening on Kihyun’s neck as his fingers dive for his throat. Kihyun’s body heaves, throat desperately trying to gag Hyungwon’s fingers away. Hyungwon doesn’t let up, reaching further, letting Kihyun gag around him till drool is spilling from his mouth, tears from his eyes.
He smirks at Kihyun, ripping his fingers from his throat and lightly slapping the spit over his cheeks. Kihyun winces.

Hyungwon turns to face Minhyuk, still motionless, still sitting in his own urine.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Hyungwon coos, “Did you make a mess? Have an accident?” His tone shifts, mocking, teasing. Minhyuk's blush burns deeper. “Look at what you've done..."
Hyungwon crouches down and drags a finger through the cooling piss, drips tumbling off his fingertip as he stands. Slowly, he slips the finger into his mouth, tasting, savouring. He moans, lips tight around his finger, tongue lapping every taste of Minhyuk it can get.
Minhyuk’s head drops, shame tumbling off him in red-hot waves. Kihyun shifts.

“Too bad it’s wasted all over the floor… Guess we’ll have to clean up,” He spins, turning sharply to face Kihyun, “won’t we, Ki?”

Kihyun’s face pales, finally catching pace with where Hyungwon is headed. His eyes widen, silent pleas of ‘no’. Hyungwon darkens.

“Knees. Now.”

“No, I-”

“Now, Kihyun.”

He knows better than to argue this, reluctantly sinking to his knees. Fuck, he liked these trousers.
Luke warm liquid begins seeping into the fabric, knees settled in Minhyuk’s mess. Minhyuk can’t look up, can’t move, humiliation paralysing him. Maybe if he’s still enough, he’ll disappear from sight.

Kihyun, now level with Minhyuk, attempts to grab his attention, arm cautiously reaching out to comfort him.
“Hey,” He whispers softly, grounding. “You’re okay.” Minhyuk doesn’t look, only nodding softly in response.

“Stop flirting, Kihyun. Do your job.” Hyungwon scolds.

“I’m not-” He cuts himself off. The words a reflex, brain not granted the time to process. He swallows a mouthful of spit, hard.

Hyungwon strides over, each step painfully slow, each step avoiding the mess. He looms over Kihyun, pausing, before lunging down, hand shoving Kihyun's face against the floor. Kihyun has only enough time to avoid a broke nose, shifting his head to the side, cheek slamming on the cool, wet tile. Hyungwon doesn’t let go, Kihyun’s face in his grip, entire head pinned with one hand. He moves sharply, rubbing Kihyun’s face in the puddle as if a yet-to-be-trained puppy.

“I told you to clean.”

His hand leaves Kihyun, red marks slowly forming in its shape. Tears roll down his cheeks.

Lifting his head up, piss dripping from the side of his hair, Kihyun leans down and begins lapping at the floor. He knows he’s being humiliated, but having Minhyuk’s taste flood his mouth leaves him moaning.
Minhyuk flinches at the sound.

Kihyun’s laps with vigor, genuine efforts to drink in as much as he can. His chest begins burning, arousal almost painful.
A soft whisper of 'fuck' tumbles from lips dripping.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, Kihyun." Hyungwon warns, "I let you dom and suddenly you forget your place, huh?"

He discards Kihyun, a used rag to be tossed to the side, and shifts his undivided attention to Minhyuk.

"Come on baby, lets get you out of the filthy clothes you ruined." His voice soft, honest care for Minhyuk, but with spite enough Kihyun knows to listen.
'Look at how I treat boys who behave' Kihyun hears it say.

Hyungwon hooks his arms under Minhyuk’s, slowly lifting him to unsteady feet - knees almost buckling. The urine is cold now, heat dissipated, and it’s uncomfortable against his skin. Minhyuk wants out, wants to change, to have the clinging fabric stripped off.
So Hyungwon does, yanking his sweats down, underwear with it. Minhyuk doesn’t move, doesn’t know what to do, only lifting his feet obediently when Hyungwon reaches to pull the clothes from him.
Minhyuk stands like a mannequin, waiting to be maneuvered, to be posed. He feels the air dry his piss-slick skin, chill and sharp. Head sodden with precum, his dick twitches at the sensation.

Hyungwon crowds Minhyuk, sodden clothes still in hand, and lowers his head. The warm velvet of his lips find Minhyuk's neck and begin working at the skin, leaving a trail of hard kisses and bite marks. Minhyuk’s breath hitches, Hyungwon teeth sinking into the meat of his neck.
A soft whimper leaves Minhyuk, and Hyungwon stands back, leaving. He stalks instead to Kihyun, still face deep in the puddle.
Grabbing his shoulder, Hyungwon slams him back, Kihyun flinching as cold piss soaks the back of his shirt.
Reaching for his jaw, Hyungwon pries it open, shoving Minhyuk’s dripping underwear into Kihyun’s gaping mouth. He fingers it in, pushing the fabric harsh down Kihyun’s throat, eyebrows knitting at the pain.
It burns white-hot; Hyungwon continuing to try and fit as much of the fabric down Kihyun’s ruined throat as he can. Yet Kihyun revels, dick straining against his trousers.

“Suck.” Hyungwon commands, only to be met with a confused expression washing over Kihyun’s face.

“I said suck.” He repeats, offering no further elaboration.
So Kihyun does, quiet whistles of air pulling through fabric as drops of piss are strained from Minhyuk’s underwear, trickling down Kihyun’s throat. He moans, filthy, unashamed. Minhyuk sneaks a trepid hand around his dick, instinctively pumping softly, anything to ease how achingly hard he is. Kihyun making it worse every second.

Kihyun continues sucking, gagged on the garment, desperately trying to drain as much of Minhyuk’s taste from it as he can. Mind falling blank, fixated on the droplets he drinks down, moans cascade in muffled chant.
Kihyun can feel himself approaching the edge, so painfully under stimulated but still desperate to release. His face tightens, ears ringing.
Kihyun cums with a silenced cry, untouched.

The sight, Kihyun gagged on Minhyuk's underwear while soiling his own, drives Minhyuk to slip over his own edge.
Threads of cum splatter into the remnants of piss below.

Hyungwon laughs to himself as they both collapse under the weight of their own climax. He reaches down to run a finger through the puddle once more, scooping Minhyuk’s cum along with it.
Fingertip brought to lips, Hyungwon laps it clean, humming appreciatively.

Minhyuk flushes scarlet once more.

-

A beat passes, Hyungwon still musing over the taste of Minhyuk's cum; Kihyun's body slumps limp, head miles deep in subspace.

Knelt, Minhyuk stays still, unsure if he should still be holding his dick or not.

Hyungwon lets out a small sigh, happy, content, an ease in the silence.

“…holy fuck.” Minhyuk answers back. It's quiet, and Hyungwon’s not sure he’s ever heard him speak so softly.

Slinking down onto the floor with legs crossed, Hyungwon reaches towards Kihyun, pulling him close. A hand snakes up his back, scratching gentle at the hair on his nape. The other hand, Hyungwon outstretches to Minhyuk, a wordless invitation. Minhyuk ponders the scene, Hyungwon sat so neatly in a puddle of... all of Minhyuk's bodily fluids, Kihyun bonelessly slumped against him. He hesitates, but lowers himself back into the puddle once more.

"It's your mess." Hyungwon laughs, light-hearted, blameless.

Minhyuk still drops his head, ears burning.

"Hey..." Hyungwon speaks quiet, comforting. "Come here, baby."

Minhyuk flushes deeper, but complies, shifting to lean into Hyungwon's unoccupied side.

“How are you doing?” Hyungwon wraps an arm around his waist.

“Good.” Breathless. “Really good. … Processing a lot.”

Hyungwon laughs, warm.

“How’s uh, how’s he doing?” Minhyuk asks, gesturing to the lifeless mound of flesh in Hyungwon’s other arm.
Kihyun lifts a weak thumbs up in response, drawing a laugh from Minhyuk.

“He’s fine.” Hyungwon beams. “He comes down slow from his headspace, is all.”

“Probably doesn’t want to deal with the clean up.” Minhyuk teases, voice light, edges detailed with soft laughs.

“That’s my side of the deal, don’t worry.” Hyungwon smiles.

A beat passes, air stirring gently with the melded comedowns.

“…I can’t believe he drank my piss.” Minhyuk mumbles, brain beginning to pick up speed.

Kihyun leans up slightly, just enough to scowl at Minhyuk.

Minhyuk’s hands fly up defensively, smile wide on his face.
“Hey, just saying.”

“You’re not one to talk, pisspants.” Kihyun drawls out.

“No- no, you are not calling me that.”

Another beat hangs in the air, Hyungwon’s fingers working softly, repetitively on each of them. Gentle at Minhyuk’s back; scratching in Kihyun’s piss-soaked hair.

“For what it’s worth,” Kihyun starts, eyes fixed on the ceiling, “I’d do it again.”

Minhyuk goes to make a quip, but catches himself, reading the room.

“Yeah, I- I wouldn’t be opposed to doing that again. Felt good…” He trails off, last words almost silent.

Kihyun can tell Minhyuk’s still apprehensive; truthful about enjoying it, but nervous.
“You taste good.”

“Mm, you do.” Hyungwon chimes in, bitter taste of cum still lingering. He leans towards Minhyuk, lips finding his, tongue offering a taste.

Kihyun smiles as he watches them, fondness bubbling at the way Minhyuk’s eyes fly open before settling back down. He begins lapping desperately into Hyungwon’s mouth, chasing the taste of himself.

They pull away, spit strings between them, Minhyuk’s eyes unfocused and glazed. A simple ‘oh’ tumbles from his lips.

Hyungwon shifts his body, turning to Kihyun.
“Want a taste too?”

Kihyun lets out a small moan in affirmation, anticipation, before shifting to his hands and knees. He crawls the small distance towards Minhyuk, reaching to cup his face with damp palms. Kihyun holds him there, waiting for Minhyuk’s eyes to refocus and find his own, before smiling and meeting Minhyuk’s lips. The taste of his own cum still evident on Minhyuk’s tongue.

Hyungwon stands, leaving the two in their own moment, desperately chasing each other into the kiss. Reaching for a towel, Hyungwon begins mopping at the mass of the puddle. It’s not as hygienic as it could be, but he’ll disinfect everything later.

-

Steam rises in the bathroom, mirrors fogged over. Turns taken showering, Kihyun launching himself at clean water at the first given opportunity. They lounge around the bathroom waiting, talking. It’s comfortable, safe.

Chill hits them when the door opens, tepid air harsh against warm steam. Towels around waists, they head towards the bedrooms.
Minhyuk begins to drift, heading towards the door to his own room. He halts suddenly as someone reaches out to him. Hyungwon laces their fingers.
“Only grabbing clothes, okay? Come back with us.”

Minhyuk hesitates; it’s been a good scene but they should leave it at that. He doesn’t want to squeeze into someone else’s dynamic.

“Please.”

Minhyuk falters. He was set on just getting into bed, falling asleep alone. He blinks slowly, unevenly, and smiles.

He comes back to them, soft lounge pants and a loose shirt. Closing the door behind him, he watches as Hyungwon helps slip a shirt over Kihyun’s head. Minhyuk smiles to himself, only for the other two to beam brightly at him when they realise he’s there.
Both reach out hands to him, pulling him in. They stay like that for a moment, held tightly, warmly.

“Sleep?” Minhyuk whispers.

“Mm, I’m exhausted.” Hyungwon slurs.

“You’re always exhausted.”

“Exactly.” Hyungwon chides back. He slides on to the bed, arms still wrapped around the others pulling them down. They fall on top of him with a disharmonic ‘oof’s, but settle around him, curled tight.