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Hoseok hates camping.He has nothing against Mother Nature. She’s beautiful. Vivid green trees, bright blue skies, clean crisp air.But there’s lots of bugs and creepy-crawlies.There’s dirt that gets everywhere.There's the cold hard ground at night, and the sweltering hot tent in the morning.There’s no warm showers. No delivery. No phone service.And worst of all. There’s wild animals that screech in the night. Like, what the actual fuck.Hoseok hates camping.But Namjoon loves camping, and Hoseok loves Namjoon, so Hoseok is here, sitting in a flimsy camp chair, in the cold and dark, in the middle of nowhere, staring absently at a fire, counting down the hours until he can take a sleeping pill and hope to be unconscious.Hoseok hates Jimin and Taehyung. It was their brilliant idea to go on a couples camping trip. It’ll be fun, they said. We can hike a mountain and cook sweet potatoes in the fire and look at the stars! And Namjoon was so charmed, so excited. Hoseok has always had a hard time telling him no. It’s not Namjoon’s fault. Hoseok glares daggers at Jimin and Taehyung across the fire pit.The pair are holding hands, camp chairs pushed tightly together, heads tipped back, huge smiles plastered on their faces, completely oblivious to Hoseok’s lethal scowl. Jimin points up at a cluster of stars and whispers something to Taehyung, and they giggle and snuggle closer. Hoseok sighs and burrows deeper into his coat, watching Namjoon idly poke at the logs with his “poke stick,” he called it. Hoseok learned it was the “poke stick” the hard way when he had inadvertently gone to toss it with the kindling, and Namjoon had nearly flung himself into the flames to save it.Hoseok stares at the waves of fluorescent red against the wood, the dancing licks of white and blue flames. This part of camping is nice, Hoseok admits. The pulsing fire is hypnotic. He really could watch it for hours. No thoughts. Face pink. A mug of red wine in his hands. He takes an indulgent sip, and the alcohol warms his veins.A log crackles and pops and Hoseok jumps with a start.“Aish,” he grumbles, smacking the ash off his coat and scooting his chair back a bit. Smoke billows directly into his face, and he coughs hard, fanning it away from his tearing eyes.“Getting smoked out over there, babe,” Namjoon says, clear amusement in his voice. Hoseok can’t even see his dimpled smile through the white haze. Namjoon helps him move his chair out of the smoke, closer to his side, and rests a hand on his knee when they settle back in.“You guys look cute,” Jimin says and tugs his phone out of his pocket to snap a picture of them. Hoseok flashes a weak, unconvincing smile. Jimin flips the camera and takes a few selfies with Taehyung, pressing their cheeks together cutely. Hoseok tries not to be a hater. How is everyone else able to have so much fun?“Do you think the sweet potatoes are ready?” Taehyung asks, squatting down close to the fire where the foil-wrapped potatoes cook.Namjoon leans over and pokes at one with his poke stick. “They look done?” He attempts to roll the sweet potato up the side of the fire pit with his poke stick, and each time it just falls back into the flames and ash. Each time Namjoon curses.“Babe,” Hoseok sighs, holding Namjoon’s arm back. “You’ll burn yourself.”“Tongs, hyung,” Jimin helpfully reminds Namjoon with a roll of his eyes.“Ah,” Namjoon says bashfully. He grabs the tongs, reaches into the fire, and drops the sweet potatoes onto a plate. When he goes to peel back the foil, steam bursts out, and he exclaims, “Hot!”“Babe!” “Hyung!”Namjoon looks at them all meekly.“Just give it a minute, aigo,” Hoseok says and takes the plate from him.“Anybody want more wine?” Jimin stands to search through the empty beer and wine bottles for what’s left of the alcohol. He triumphantly holds up a half-full bottle. “Polish it off?”“Me!” Taehyung presents his mug with both hands as if bowing to a deity. Jimin snorts, affectionately brushing a finger under Taehyung’s chin, and gracefully pours the wine.“I’ll take more,” Hoseok says, holding out his mug. Anything to help numb the discomfort of sleeping on the damn ground. Jimin straightens up, walking almost robotically, and serves the wine with the neck of the bottle resting on his arm. “You’re a dork,” Hoseok mutters fondly.“Thank you, sir,” Jimin replies in his deepest voice. Then he returns to his normal affect, peering into the opening of the bottle. “Ah, just a little left. Want it Namjoon-hyung?”Namjoon waves a hand. “Nah, I’ve had enough. Feelin’ good and toasty.”“Mm,” Taehyung hums with a smack of his lips. “Toasty.”Jimin shrugs and downs the last few gulps straight from the bottle.“Speaking of toasty, we still have one blunt left,” Namjoon says, fishing around in his pocket. “Last night and all. Shall we celebrate?”Hoseok perks up. “Oh my god, please.” Relief washes over him. He’ll absolutely sleep like a baby tonight. “Were you holding out on me?”Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head no. “I just forgot. Honest.” He balances the joint between his fingers, lights up, and takes a few short puffs so the flame catches the leaf before handing it off to Hoseok.Hoseok takes a long, satisfying drag, feeling the seductive burn swell deep in his lungs, watching the tip glow and sizzle. “Ahhh,” he sighs on the exhale, smoke swirling up into the dark sky, joining the smoke from the fire. “That’s it,” he murmurs with a dopey grin, passing the joint off to Jimin who returns to Taehyung’s side.Hoseok blinks through hooded, dry eyes as Jimin inhales and holds the smoke in his lungs, body shuddering slightly on a choppy exhale. Taehyung takes the deepest drag Hoseok has ever seen and holds his breath much longer than entirely necessary, showing off his absurd lung capacity. He chokes on a laugh when he releases the smoke, and Jimin squeaks out a giggle, shoving at his boyfriend’s shoulder. They’re annoyingly cute.“How long have y’all been together now?” Hoseok asks, tongue feeling a little looser as his worries melt away.Jimin and Taehyung look at each other adoringly and answer at the same time, “Four years in a month.” “Jinx!” “No, haha!” They erupt into contagious giggles.Hoseok fights to control his amused expression and instead deadpans, “Right, right, y’all hooked up at our wedding. How could I forget.” It’s actually very hard to forget, especially since they very nearly had to throw the two out for public indecency.Jimin and Taehyung giggle again. “Sorry.” Taehyung bows his head, fluffy hair bouncing. He smiles, big and boxy, like he’s not sorry. “We really didn’t think we were being that loud.”Hoseok raises a skeptical eyebrow.Jimin smoothly moves the conversation along, “Do you guys have any anniversary plans this year?”Hoseok glances over at Namjoon as his partner brings the joint to his thick lips, chin pushed out in concentration, dimple in his cheek. He looks so fucking sexy, and Hoseok feels his heart race a little faster—or maybe that’s just the weed. Damn, he’s still absolutely crazy about this man. It feels like he still has a crush. Namjoon’s heavy-lidded eyes slide over to him, and Hoseok’s breath catches. He shyly averts his gaze and hides his smile behind his mug.Namjoon exhales the smoke and rasps, “We’re gonna do a spa day after this trip. Part of the camping deal. And then we have a nice dinner the night of. But mostly keeping it lowkey since five is the more exciting year to celebrate, right, Hoseokah?” He hands him the blunt, their fingers brushing together, touch electric.Hoseok nods. “Yeah, we’ll go all out for five.” He takes another hit.“Gonna give him some wood?” Taehyung says.Hoseok coughs hard. “Excuse me?” he manages to choke out. Namjoon rubs his back through the coughing fit.Jimin is cracking up, wiping a tear from his eye. “Baby!”“Wood,” Taehyung repeats. “The five year anniversary gift? Give him some wood.”“Oh.” Hoseok blinks and rubs his eyes. He’s really high already.“I think he’ll absolutely give hyung some wood,” Jimin snickers, grinning impishly, holding his hand out politely for Hoseok to pass the joint. Hoseok gives him a dirty look and considers handing it back to Namjoon instead.“You’re perverts,” Namjoon whines, rubbing a hand down his face.Jimin faux gasps, hand to his heart. “Coming from you? That means a lot.”Namjoon opens his mouth to respond but just looks embarrassed.Jimin's eyes are sharp, snakelike as he takes a drag. Then he wraps a gentle hand around Taehyung’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss, shotgunning the smoke. Hoseok and Namjoon exchange weary looks when the kiss turns into something more intense, flashes of tongue and teeth as the two make out. The flames flicker against their profiles, lips effortlessly sliding together, sensual and addicting, and the sounds of their mouths drown out the crackling of the fire. Namjoon shifts uncomfortably in his chair, and Hoseok’s eyes dart over to see him watching, rapt.“Aye,” Hoseok complains exasperatedly and clicks his tongue. “Enough, enough. Exhibitionists.”Jimin and Taehyung finally separate, eyes glassy and lips swollen. Taehyung giggles with a lopsided smile and cuddles against Jimin’s arm. “You love us,” he sings.“Shut up.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. He peers up at the sky as if that will help him tell the time before checking his phone. “Well, I’m going to bed,” he says with a yawn, standing from his chair and stretching his arms over his head.“Bedtime, baby bear?” Jimin asks with a kiss to the top of Taehyung’s head. Taehyung nods and yawns, huge and satisfying.“Uh, I’ll finish this off,” Namjoon says, pinching the nub of the joint between his fingers. “And put the fire out.”Hoseok rubs his partner’s shoulder then treks through the dark toward the tent, Jimin and Taehyung loudly following behind him.Hoseok seriously hates camping. He gathers his toiletry bag and a change of clothes and makes the scary walk to the dingy bathroom cabin. Hoseok doesn’t even want to know what “primitive campground” means or why anyone would subject themselves to it. He’s barely surviving with plumbing and running water. And he’s never giving up his bedtime skincare routine. Hoseok washes his face with the frigid water and applies his night serums and lotions, patting them into his skin. Jimin and Taehyung are in and out in the time it takes him to even start brushing his teeth. Once he’s bundled up in his sleepwear, he swallows down his sleeping pill then shuffles back to their campsite.The fire is extinguished, and when he steps inside the tent, Jimin and Taehyung are already curled up in their two-person sleeping bag. Hoseok can’t help but pout as he slips inside his sad single-person sleeping bag. He wants to share one with Namjoon, with his partner’s warmth and protective arms.Hoseok shivers and zips himself up. He closes his eyes and prays the sleeping pill kicks in.
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The sleeping pill doesn’t kick in.Hoseok grits his teeth.This is torture. How long has he just been lying here? Minutes? Hours? Eternity?It’s quiet. Too quiet. Hoseok misses the pleasant white noise of the city.He sighs and tosses himself over on his side. The ground is so fucking hard. At least Jimin gave him the tip to put a blanket between his sleeping bag and the tent floor so it’s not as cold as it was the night before. But it still sucks. And Hoseok can’t sleep.Someone rustles on Jimin and Taehyung’s side of the tent.A night bird calls.Hoseok’s hearing feels amplified in the dark.There’s a breathy sigh and more rustling.Silence.Then another sigh.It’s not an animal outside, is it? Hoseok’s heart leaps into his throat; he’s too frightened to even open his eyes.He waits a few beats, listening, and there it is again. A soft sigh.Hoseok holds his breath. The sighs become clearer, almost rhythmic if he listens close enough. He strains to hear, and there’s another sound. It sounds like…
Oh my god.
Hoseok’s face heats. The clapping sound only grows louder until it abruptly stops. And maybe he was just imagining it? It’s quiet. Yeah, he’s just tired, a little sleep crazy. He’s definitely just hearing things.There’s a sigh and a few more of those horrible clapping sounds. Hoseok’s heart hammers, alarmed. There’s no fucking way. Absolutely not. There’s just no way Jimin and Taehyung could be—Someone moans. Yeah, definitely a moan!A spike of adrenaline shoots through Hoseok, and he squeezes his eyes shut even tighter. He can’t look. He can’t confirm that his friends are truly, actually fucking while he and Namjoon sleep next to them.Hoseok squints one eye open. There’s a giant, suspicious mound of sleeping bag not far from him. The mound moves with a groan, and Hoseok closes his eye and pretends to be asleep. He shakily exhales and desperately tries to normalize his breathing.What the fuck, he thinks. What should I do?! They’re literally fucking, what the fuck! The clapping of skin is undeniable as someone shamelessly goes to town. Hoseok can’t help it; he peeks again, and the sleeping bag mound is rocking to the same rhythm as the sounds. His mind races, unhelpfully picturing who is fucking who and how.Hoseok distinctly hears Jimin’s airy gasp, and that does not help with the mental image. Jimin getting pounded in a sleeping bag. Right beside him! What the hell!Hoseok fights the urge to squirm as something swoops low in his belly. No, he laments. He can’t get turned on by this. It’s not right. He can’t—Taehyung whispers something to Jimin, and Hoseok slams his eyes shut, pulse racing. The sounds of fucking pick up again, and Hoseok can only imagine a thick cock sliding into a tight hole. Taehyung’s cock, his traitorous brain supplies. Jimin’s hole.Hoseok bites back a sob as his body responds, blood rushing to his dick. It’s only natural, he tries to convince himself. It would be difficult to hear pornographic sounds and not be affected. Taehyung fucks Jimin harder—barely trying to conceal it. Hoseok imagines Taehyung coming deep inside Jimin. Seed stuffed in his ass as they curl up and fall back asleep, pretending like it never happened. Like they didn’t fuck right next to their sleeping friends.Namjoon shifts behind him, and Hoseok’s body locks. The sounds of sex stop and the sleeping bag shuffles.The silence is deafening until,“I know you’re awake,” Jimin says quietly, a little winded.Hoseok can’t bring himself to open his eyes, can’t face them, caught absolutely red handed.“You're seriously…” comes Namjoon’s deep voice.Hoseok trembles. Namjoon is—!“You too, hyung,” Jimin coaxes.Fuck.Hoseok opens one eye. Jimin and Taehyung’s ruffled heads are poking out of the sleeping bag, watching him. With a sigh Hoseok opens both eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he hisses.“You’re seriously fucking?” Namjoon exclaims.Jimin and Taehyung regard them silently.“We’re literally sleeping right next to you—” Hoseok starts to go off but Namjoon puts a calming hand on his shoulder. He lowers his voice. “What possessed you?”Taehyung opens his mouth to object, but then Jimin moans, wanton and loud.“Are you still inside him?!” Hoseok nearly shrieks.Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “Should we stop?” The way he asks is so sincere and innocent, Hoseok is thrown off for a second.Namjoon’s fingers curl tighter against his shoulder.“Uh,” Hoseok stammers. Yes, of course they should stop? Is that a question? Stop fucking when I’m trying to sleep! Pull out! he screams internally. Hoseok’s tongue is heavy in his mouth.“Babe.” Namjoon’s voice is laced with arousal, and Hoseok tips back to look at him, wide-eyed. Namjoon swallows nervously. “If they, ah, I mean…”“You…”Wordlessly, Namjoon takes Hoseok’s hand and brings it to his prominent bulge, and even through the sleeping bag, Hoseok can feel how hard Namjoon is.“We can… if you want,” Namjoon murmurs.Hoseok’s face flushes hot.“Is that weird?” Namjoon asks self-consciously when Hoseok lowers his eyes.“Uh…” Hoseok squeezes his eyes shut to gather his thoughts for a damn second. He thinks about fucking Namjoon, and his hole twitches. Then he thinks about fucking Namjoon while Jimin and Taehyung fuck each other just beside them, and his cock nearly bursts. “Fuck it.”Hoseok leans up and captures Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon gasps against his mouth and kisses him back fiercely. Hoseok can vaguely hear Jimin and Taehyung kissing, and the surge of arousal makes him dizzy. It feels good. So, so good. Feels good to make a hasty decision like this.Namjoon unzips his sleeping bag and fumbles with the zipper on Hoseok’s as they kiss, wet and dirty. Hoseok tips his head to the side, Namjoon mouthing along the column of his neck, and watches Taehyung rut into Jimin. Hoseok feels like he’s on fire. Never been so turned on in his life.Jimin flings the sleeping bag off Taehyung’s back, exposing their naked bodies, their limbs tangled together, and makes bold eye contact with Hoseok. He hugs Taehyung closer, almost possessive, and Taehyung snaps his hips hard, burying himself deep inside Jimin. “Yeah,” Jimin groans, eyes rolling back in his head. Hoseok can’t look away. They’re gorgeous, otherworldly, their skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, bodies moving as one.With a growl, Namjoon finally manages to tear open Hoseok’s sleeping bag and quickly pushes his legs apart to palm at his thighs. “Get these off you,” he says and leans down to nuzzle against Hoseok’s cock through his sweats. Hoseok mewls and arches under his touch, slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband of his pants and wiggling them down his legs. The outdoor air hits his bare skin and he shivers from the cold and nerves.Namjoon’s eyes are dark and hungry, raking up and down his body, lingering on his cock, and he wets his lips before kissing Hoseok. He nudges their noses together, silently checking in with him, and Hoseok nods, licking over Namjoon’s tongue. Everything feels more sensitive, more heightened, with the syrupy high, with the thrill of an audience.Taehyung pauses, balls deep in Jimin, to helpfully toss the compressed bottle of lube toward Namjoon. He grins, breathless, beautiful, and slowly rolls his hips around. Hoseok blushes under the stares of the three men as he pulls his hoodie over his head and spreads his legs for Namjoon.Namjoon warms the lube between his fingers, and Hoseok feels himself tense with anticipation, arousal coiling tight. A single light touch to his rim has him gasping louder than he intended, cock jumping against his belly, and he hides his hot face with his arm.“Stop staring,” Hoseok complains weakly but gasps again when Namjoon pushes a fingertip in, carefully breaching him. Hoseok always feels a little delirious when Namjoon fingers him, pretty hand taking care to stretch him open, long fingers dipping in and out, in and out. He feels like he’s sinking into the ground, like he’s melting into a blissful little puddle.“You’re so sexy,” Namjoon murmurs, leaning close to brush his lips against Hoseok’s open mouth. Hoseok knots his fingers in Namjoon’s hair, bends his knees back further, and loses himself to the feeling, moaning shamelessly.One finger turns into two. And everything is hot. The air in the tent is sticky with sex and Hoseok is drowning.“Can he come like that?” someone asks. Jimin, Hoseok thinks.“He can still speak!” Hoseok’s retort pitches up into a whimper when Namjoon curls his fingers. “And yes…” he admits shyly. He’s come on Namjoon’s hands, untouched, more times than he can count. Loves his hands. Loves to get fucked again right after, oversensitive and writhing. Loves to come with Namjoon’s hand around his cock. Spilling over his pretty knuckles. Fuck. He clenches up around Namjoon’s fingers.Hoseok opens his eyes, his vision a little hazy, focusing on the man beside him. Jimin’s eyes are glazed over, his inky black hair spilling across the pillow, eyebrows pinched together in pleasure, red mouth parted sensually. Hoseok’s heart flips in his chest. Jimin is a vision.Jimin giggles fondly, eyes disappearing, then moans on a particularly deep thrust. He says, “Gonna come, hyung?”Hoseok feels like he’s going to burst into flames.“Wanna see,” Taehyung says, devouring him with his eyes.“Shit,” Namjoon groans against Hoseok’s shoulder, pumping his fingers, slipping in a third. Hoseok can’t catch his breath. It’s so hot.Hoseok’s bottom lip trembles as he tries to form words, but Namjoon presses his fingers hard against that electric spot inside him that wipes his thoughts away. Namjoon is relentless, stroking, building pressure, driving Hoseok closer and closer, matching Taehyung’s brutal rhythm. White stars explode behind Hoseok’s eyelids with each thrust. He feels like he’s glowing from it. Hoseok can only nod frantically, rolling his hips against Namjoon’s hand, feeling his orgasm threatening to overflow.“Yeah, baby,” Namjoon whispers next to his ear. “Show them how pretty you look.”Hoseok’s back arches and he cries out, spilling over the edge, hot tension snapping. His nerves are searing, body pulsing, static in his ears. He scrabbles at Namjoon’s back, nails leaving bright red trails, the pure ecstasy washing over him, wave after wave.Namjoon presses their foreheads together, carefully slipping his fingers free after Hoseok shudders through the final shocks. Only the sounds of heavy breathing are left.Hoseok sighs and tilts his head to the side, and Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes are wide. Maybe it’s just because he’s super high after getting off, but Hoseok feels fucking fantastic. Feels hot and sexy and confident. He bites back a smile, preening a little under the attention.“Wow,” Jimin murmurs, and Taehyung echoes the sentiment.Hoseok doesn’t think before he says it. “Wanna try?”Namjoon chokes, and Jimin’s eyes go impossibly wider.“Like…” Jimin isn’t often left speechless.“Like do you want Namjoon’s fingers,” Hoseok says, and the embarrassment finally catches up, burning up his neck to his ears. He catches Namjoon’s eye. “Or… or his cock.”“Oh my god,” Namjoon groans, hips kicking forward, bulge bumping against Hoseok’s leg.Hoseok worries his lip between his teeth and looks back at Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin sits up on his elbows, wincing as Taehyung shifts inside him. “Just to be clear: You’re saying I should fuck your husband’s fingers?” he says carefully, enunciating every syllable.Hoseok’s voice is small. “Or cock.”Jimin and Taehyung exchange a silent look. Then Taehyung abruptly pulls out, making Jimin swat at him with a gasp. Jimin crawls over on quivering limbs, kneeling beside Hoseok and Namjoon.“Hyung,” he says softly, and Hoseok blinks up at him. “Can I kiss you?”Hoseok feels like his heart is racing so fast it might pop. Namjoon is breathing hard above him.“Yes,” Hoseok whispers.Jimin leans in close. Hoseok’s eyes flutter closed. He feels the press of Jimin’s plump lips against his. Jimin’s mouth is gentle and sweet, like him. Hoseok hesitantly returns the kiss, then he parts his lips. Jimin draws in a sharp breath and licks once inside his mouth before pulling back.Hoseok opens his eyes, and Jimin's wet lips curve up into a smile before he turns his attention to Namjoon. He brings a little hand up to Namjoon’s jaw and guides him in for a kiss. Hoseok forgets how to breathe the thick air. It’s unbelievably sexy. Watching Namjoon kiss another man, watching their full lips connect. The kiss deepens and Namjoon’s tongue sweeps over Jimin’s, exploring his mouth.When they break the kiss, it’s silent for a few beats. Then they all erupt into giddy laughter.“Are we really doing this?” Namjoon wonders aloud. He meets Hoseok’s eyes, expression hopeful, and Hoseok feels butterflies in his belly. His crush on his husband is out of control.“We’ve already come this far,” Hoseok reasons. Namjoon and Taehyung nod like it makes sense, and Hoseok feels encouraged. “And it’d be really hot.”“So hot,” Taehyung agrees.“I suppose I could lend out my Taehyungie,” Jimin hums, eyes glinting with mischief. “Right, pup?”Taehyung sits up straighter and nods fervently. “I’ll take good care of hyung.” That’s when Hoseok’s eyes land on his cock. His mouth drops open. Taehyung is fucking massive. Monstrous, even. He’s achingly hard, pulsing veins glistening from the lube, wet tip a painful reddish purple. And his heavy balls—Hoseok has to look away for his own sanity.“You sure will,” Hoseok swallows dryly. Jimin laughs. Hoseok regroups his confidence and crawls over to Taehyung on the other sleeping bag. Taehyung’s eyes cross a little when Hoseok leans in to kiss him. Cute. Taehyung is eager, opening his mouth wide, inviting Hoseok’s tongue inside, making sweet sounds. Hoseok steadies himself on Taehyung’s broad shoulders and licks as deep as he can. Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter against Hoseok’s cheeks, and his big hands find Hoseok’s waist.“Fuck,” Namjoon mutters, and Hoseok feels his hole clench.The sounds of kissing fill the tent.Eventually Hoseok pauses to catch his breath and glances over his shoulder at Namjoon and Jimin. Jimin has his arms snaked around Namjoon’s neck, kissing him so passionately that Hoseok feels lightheaded himself. Namjoon’s hands are, of course, cupping Jimin’s fat ass, his pretty fingers digging into the plush flesh, spreading him apart. In the dim light Hoseok can see the shimmer of lube over Jimin’s stretched hole.“Hyung,” Taehyung rumbles, voice honeyed and deep. “Let’s lay down and watch.” He guides Hoseok so they’re both on their sides facing Namjoon and Jimin. Taehyung curls up behind Hoseok, props himself up on his elbow, and comfortably rests his hand on Hoseok’s hip, planting a kiss to his shoulder. Hoseok shivers.Namjoon keeps kneading Jimin’s ass until he brushes a tentative finger over Jimin’s rim. Jimin jerks forward in his arms with a gasp, then pushes back against his hand. Hoseok holds his breath when Namjoon sinks only a fingertip inside Jimin, teasing his rim in a little circle.“Yeah,” Namjoon murmurs against Jimin’s thick lips. “So fuckin’ stretched out.”Hoseok feels like he’s going to implode hearing Namjoon dirty talk their best friend. And he’s quickly getting hard again, heat stirring in his belly.With a burst of strength, Jimin manhandles Namjoon to the ground and crawls over him, straddling his waist. He takes Namjoon’s hand and sits on his fingers, demanding more. Namjoon easily buries two fingers up to the knuckle, and Jimin curses with a shudder. Jimin is so fucked open already that Namjoon wastes no time adding a third and fucks him hard and fast.“Fuck, these fingers.” Jimin’s breathy moans hitch with each thrust, eyes slipping closed. “You weren’t kidding, hyung. Oh, fuck!”Hoseok’s chest swells with pride. “That’s my Namjoonie.”Namjoon laughs shyly, and his muscles bulge in his arm as he works his fingers in and out. Jimin sags above him, trembling wildly, as he’s fingerfucked. They look good together, Hoseok thinks. Sexy, natural. Panting and sweating and writhing.It’s not long before Jimin hisses and grabs Namjoon's wrist to ease his fingers out. “Need to ride your cock, hyung,” he says, swallowing wetly. They both look over at Hoseok and Taehyung, searching for their approval.“Fuck,” Taehyung breathes over Hoseok’s shoulder.Hoseok nods to his husband, goosebumps breaking out across his skin.“Can you, ah,” Namjoon says, stroking both hands up Jimin’s thick thighs. “Can you turn around?”Jimin bites his bottom lip between his teeth and grins, smelling blood. “Yeah?”Namjoon’s voice is an octave lower. “Yeah.”“Been fantasizing about my body, hyung?” Jimin teases, rubbing his hands over Namjoon’s full chest. Hoseok can see the way Namjoon shudders, flustered and aroused.This doesn’t come as a surprise to Hoseok. He and Namjoon had long shared the fantasy. It started with Hoseok whispering filth into Namjoon’s ear about inviting a third person into their bed, a third person who more and more often sounded a lot like their best friend, and Namjoon was crazy for it. Soon the fantasy evolved to include Jimin specifically. Hoseok had made Namjoon come more than once just from mentioning Jimin’s ass while they were fucking.Now, Namjoon is living out their fantasy. A fantasy that’s even better with Taehyung here, tickling his fingers over Hoseok’s hipbone, kissing the sensitive nape of his neck. Hoseok can’t imagine it without him. He wiggles back against the warmth of Taehyung’s body with a sigh.“Yeah,” Namjoon responds shamelessly, and it’s Jimin’s turn to look a little flustered. Namjoon’s hands explore Jimin’s body unrestrained, thumbs swiping over his dark nipples until they’re hard, and Jimin moans softly, squirming beneath the touch. Namjoon shoves his own sweats and underwear down his thighs and Jimin makes an appreciative sound at the sight of his heavy cock.When Namjoon guides Jimin to turn around, Hoseok can hear his breath hitch. Jimin’s ass is a work of art. His muscular thighs, straddling Namjoon’s hips, meet the plump curve of his round asscheeks. His skin looks springy and inviting, and his hole flutters needily. Namjoon slots his thumbs under the curve and squeezes Jimin’s ass, rocking him slightly like he’s already inside him.“Yeah,” Jimin whimpers, arching his back. He’s so pretty.Namjoon guides his cock between Jimin’s asscheeks, and the tent goes silent while he lines himself up. His fat cockhead catches, and Jimin sinks down, sucks him inside the tight embrace of his body, little by little. No one makes a sound, breaths held, until Jimin is fully seated on Namjoon’s cock, then Namjoon groans, deep and resonant, head thunking against the pillow. Hoseok imagines his husband’s cock pulsing inside their best friend and his own cock throbs.Jimin flicks his hair out of his face, eyes glassy and mouth parted, and slowly lifts himself up the length of Namjoon’s dick before fucking himself back down, hard, ass rippling from the impact. He does it again, again, again, skillfully riding Namjoon. Jimin catches each of their eyes with a smirk, swivels his hips in a circle, and lets out a long moan, like a little show-off.“Fuck, baby. So hot,” Taehyung praises his boyfriend, and Jimin practically purrs, arching even deeper and bouncing faster.“Yeah, ride that dick,” Namjoon mutters, experimentally spanking Jimin’s jiggling ass.“Ah! Again!” Jimin whines. Namjoon spanks him harder, hand lingering with a firm squeeze. “Yeahhh!” Jimin sings, body shuddering.Namjoon spanks him once more and gets both hands on Jimin’s reddened ass to help guide him up and down.“Uhn—!” Jimin’s gasp hitches when Namjoon pushes his hips up.Taehyung’s hips jump too, his cock nudging Hoseok’s ass, and Hoseok wiggles back against him as an invitation. Taehyung makes a small noise, and his fingers tighten on Hoseok’s hip, then Hoseok feels the wet slide of Taehyung’s lubed cock slotting between his thighs. Taehyung’s cock drags against his balls, and when Hoseok looks down, he can see the dark head peeking out from between his legs. He locks his ankles together and tightens his thighs.“Yeah, like that,” Taehyung groans, pressing a kiss behind Hoseok’s ear before he adopts a quick pace. “Fuck.”Hoseok reaches a hand over his shoulder to thread his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. Taehyung shudders, mouth open against Hoseok’s neck, humid breath fanning over his skin.Hoseok makes eye contact with Namjoon, sending an insane shock of arousal through his body. Namjoon looks so turned on, jaw set, eyes heavy lidded, focusing solely on Hoseok despite the man grinding on his lap.It’s thrilling, another man—not his husband—fucking him, while his husband watches, fucking another man.Taehyung ruts faster into Hoseok’s thighs. It feels different, being fucked by Taehyung, his own cute personality coming through in the way he starts enthusiastically humping him.“Feel good, pup?” Jimin asks Taehyung. Hoseok sees a small possessive glint in Jimin’s eye.And god, what is the whole pup thing? Hoseok feels a little dizzy, from Taehyung fucking his thighs, and from whatever dynamic Taehyung and Jimin have going on. Good dizzy, hot dizzy.“Yeah,” Taehyung groans, bucking against Hoseok’s body, skin clapping together. Despite their spoon position, Taehyung fucks him like it’s effortless, long strokes, cock jutting out the other side. He’s panting harder, faster, pistoning desperately, like he might be close—Oh, he’s already close, Hoseok realizes, belly swooping. And it makes total sense, after how long Taehyung was fucking Jimin. But now Hoseok’s body is bringing him to climax… It’s so fucking sexy. Hoseok clamps his thighs even harder and Taehyung gasps.Jimin notices too because he says, “Gonna come?”“Yeah,” Taehyung whimpers then begs. “Please!”“Not yet.”Taehyung whines but obeys, slowing slightly. Hoseok pets his hair to soothe him.“Horny puppy,” Jimin teases, voice lilting like he is actually speaking to a dog.Namjoon shoots Hoseok a glance. Hoseok raises his eyebrows in a shrug, and they both bite their lips to conceal a laugh. Jimin gives Namjoon a good bounce as if he sensed their hidden communication and Namjoon curses.It’s not long before Taehyung finds a new rhythm, edging himself back up. He jostles Hoseok with each thrust.“Cuteee~” Jimin sings. “Isn’t he cute, hyung?”“Yeah, cutie~” Hoseok agrees with a little aegyo.“Oh,” Taehyung moans, snapping his hips faster. Hoseok’s heart races when Taehyung gets close again.“Not yet, pup,” Jimin says, sweet but firm.Taehyung sobs against Hoseok’s shoulder and stops altogether, like his body only responds to Jimin’s commands.“That’s my good boy.” Jimin’s praise makes Taehyung tremble.Tentatively, Taehyung starts fucking Hoseok’s thighs again, breathing ragged. “Please,” he says, hips stuttering from the effort to restrain himself. Hoseok squeezes his thighs, makes them so fuckable Taehyung has no choice but to frantically jackrabbit into them. Taehyung is a tight coil ready to snap, barrelling towards his orgasm. “Gonna, I’m—”“Come, Taehyungah.”Taehyung grunts through his final desperate sprint and then he’s coming with an ecstatic moan. Hoseok feels the hot pulse of his release between his clenched legs. Come dribbles down the fronts of his thighs, slicking Taehyung’s slide as he fucks through the clearly intense waves.With one final shudder, Taehyung sags behind Hoseok, cock slipping free. Hoseok turns his head as far as he can and pulls Taehyung into a breathless kiss.“So sexy,” Jimin murmurs. Then cries out, “Ah! Yes!”Hoseok looks back to see Namjoon snapping his hips up into Jimin. Jimin’s ass jiggles from the force, his cheeks practically clapping together around Namjoon’s cock. Hoseok can tell how good he must feel by Namjoon’s fucked out expression, and he palms at his own aching dick.“You could too, you know,” Taehyung says, like a devil on his shoulder.“Mm,” Hoseok hums. As much as he desperately wants to bury his cock in a hole—Jimin’s hole—he’s not in any rush. Doesn’t want to rush his husband either.“Like at the same time,” Taehyung clarifies.“YES!” Jimin shouts, riding Namjoon harder. His unfocused eyes slide toward Hoseok.Hoseok swallows thickly. “Oh.”Jimin suddenly slips off Namjoon’s dick with an airy gasp and crawls over to Hoseok, pinning him down by his shoulders.“Oh!” Hoseok squeaks at Jimin’s strength.Jimin swings a leg over then gestures for Namjoon. “Want you both. Now,” he demands.“Fuck,” says Namjoon while he scrambles over to obey. He helps guide Jimin’s hips over Hoseok’s cock. Hoseok thinks he forgets how to breathe, and then Jimin is sinking down, with little resistance, already stretched open from both Taehyung and Namjoon.Hoseok tries not to come.Jimin’s walls squeeze around him and he’s just so hot inside. Hoseok rocks his hips, pushing up into that heat, and Jimin makes a blissful noise, tipping forward to press their lips together. They moan into each other’s mouths, tongues dipping inside, until Jimin’s breath hitches and Hoseok feels a pressure where they’re connected.Fuck. Namjoon is pushing his cock in alongside Hoseok’s.“Oh—oh my god.” Jimin’s lip wobbles and he starts trembling under Hoseok’s hands.Everything gets tighter and tighter, and with some effort, the head of Namjoon’s cock finally squeezes inside.The feeling is so overwhelming, so intense, unlike anything else.Jimin lets out a strained moan, nails digging into Hoseok’s skin, and Hoseok and Namjoon moan just as loudly.Namjoon shifts forward, pushing a little deeper, and he’s so big, hardly able to move, with them both crammed inside Jimin.“Shit, fuckin’ tight,” Namjoon hisses. Hoseok feels the cool trickle of lube being poured between them and then Namjoon fucks in more.Jimin wails brokenly.His body locks up, clenching so hard Hoseok’s vision goes spotty.“Relax, baby,” comes Taehyung’s soothing voice. He kneels beside them and strokes his long fingers through Jimin’s damp hair. Jimin’s eyebrows are knitted as he attempts to calm his spasming muscles. Taehyung murmurs, “Look so damn sexy. How’s it feel?”“F-Full,” Jimin pants, sweaty and flushed.“Ha, yeah,” Taehyung laughs. “Keep going.”Namjoon doesn’t have to be told twice. He starts shallowly thrusting.Over Jimin’s shoulder, Hoseok watches Namjoon watching him. It might just be the sexiest thing they’ve ever done.Namjoon’s fat cock slides against Hoseok’s and the friction is almost unbearable.Once Namjoon finds something like a rhythm, Hoseok tries an experimental thrust. Jimin cries out, his mouth parted, so pretty.“Yeah, like that,” Taehyung croons. Hoseok does it again. Jimin’s head snaps back on a high gasp.It takes some maneuvering but Hoseok and Namjoon are able to alternate their movements, rubbing against each other and reaching deeper inside Jimin as his body accepts them. Jimin is steadily moaning.Namjoon curses, eyes flickering between Hoseok and where they’re both stuffed inside Jimin. He squeezes Jimin’s asscheeks under his hands and fucks a little harder. Jimin pitches forward against Hoseok’s chest with a desperate yelp.Everything feels impossibly tight, feels too hot. They’re all unraveling. But Jimin especially seems undone.“Hyungs,” Jimin sobs, the word hitching on a gasp as he nears his climax.Hoseok keeps working his hips, fucking as fast as he can with Namjoon, and Jimin’s cries keep climbing and climbing.“Please!” Jimin begs, pushing himself upright again, and he actually attempts to bounce back on their cocks.Jimin rides them with everything he’s got. Even now he looks elegant, his movements strong and fluid, his muscles flexing. He’s beautiful. His back arches, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open. Then he comes.Hoseok watches Jimin’s cock jerk untouched, shooting rope after rope into the air. It lands on Hoseok’s chest, creamy and hot, and Hoseok shudders beneath him.Jimin’s face twists with pleasure as his orgasm crests. His hole squeezes up so tight, so so tight, it’s hard for Hoseok to fuck in and out. The pulsing of his walls is milking Hoseok and Namjoon for their come.“Fuck,” Hoseok groans, eyelids fluttering. It’s too much. He thrusts up once, twice, then he’s coming too, cock spilling deep inside the clench of Jimin’s body.Namjoon’s eyes never leave him while he shakes through his orgasm, the eye contact heightening it.“Yeah,” Namjoon grunts, fucking faster. It’s wet, messy, with Hoseok’s come making everything slick. Hoseok gasps. The pressure of Namjoon’s cock against his feels so good, sending another shockwave through his body. Then it feels intense. Then overwhelming.Namjoon moans and buries his cock balls deep inside Jimin. Hoseok can feel the pulse of his dick as he comes, filling Jimin up, so much come, mixing together. Hoseok wonders if it’s oozing out around their cocks, nowhere else to go because they’re pumping so much inside him. And it’s definitely a lot because Namjoon is still coming.Namjoon gives a weak little thrust into their mess, and now Hoseok can feel it dripping down his softening cock, warm and sticky. He could almost get hard again.They’re all panting hard as they come down. Namjoon gives Hoseok a handsome smirk before he gingerly pulls out. Jimin shudders from the loss, gaping around Hoseok’s cock for a few moments, until he tips over onto his side with a grunt.Taehyung is there to catch Jimin, murmuring sweet praise and gently wiping away the mess. They share an intimate kiss.Hoseok sighs blissfully, perfectly content. And sleepy.He indulges in a huge yawn, a fat tear forming in the corner of his eye.Then he shivers.“Oh, cold!” Hoseok whines, hugging himself. With the sweat cooling on his bare skin, the air in the tent feels extra chilly.Namjoon snorts a laugh and gives him a kiss. He helps Hoseok clean up and squirm back into his sleep clothes.Hoseok snuggles down into his sleeping bag. He feels a bone deep exhaustion. Maybe the sleeping pill is finally hitting. Plus the satisfying orgasms. He blinks drowsily, watching Taehyung and Jimin curl up in their own sleeping bag, kissing lazily, nuzzling their noses together.What a night, he thinks, thoughts drifting with the soft sounds of Taehyung and Jimin’s mouths. They all fucked. It’s a bit surreal. Feels like a dream. A good dream. They can all talk more in the morning, he figures, eyelids growing heavier. Once they’ve gotten some much needed rest. He yawns again.Namjoon gets cozy in his sleeping bag behind Hoseok and drapes an arm over his middle.“Love you,” Namjoon whispers. He kisses the back of Hoseok’s neck.“Mm, love you,” Hoseok answers.The tent is peacefully silent, with everyone’s breathing evening out and slowing. It feels nice, cuddled up to Namjoon, with Taehyung and Jimin falling asleep next to them. Hoseok feels himself drifting, relishing that moment right before sleep blankets him. He feels happy.Maybe camping isn’t so bad after all.