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"I downloaded Metroid," Felix says, scrolling his library with one foot propped on the edge of Chris's bed. "But I'll play it later.""You can play now," Chris says. His hand comes up to rest on Felix's ankle, rub at the knob on the inside. "I know you've been wanting to."Felix frowns. "You can't." He wants one they can play together. Silly puzzle game, racing, whatever. A break for Chris's brain.Chris shrugs. Half of it gets lost in his pillow. "I'll watch."Felix rocks his chair back and scrolls up again. Chris does like watching him. And if he's bored he might knock out on his shoulder, sleep through the night for once.The grip on his ankle is tight and tugging him back to the ground before he registers the door bursting open. His teeth clack with the impact as Changbin flings himself onto the empty side of the bed, drives the headboard into the wall. A hat falls off the top shelf. Felix waits on the rest to collapse like a house made of straw."Guess we're not playing," he says when it somehow stays in one piece. Chris gives him another squeeze."Go on," Changbin says, muffled by the bedspread. "Pretend I'm not here.""How?" Chris reaches back to smack him. "Your ass takes up half the bed."Changbin pops his hips back, and Chris slaps them down again."I don't think that was made for two of you," Felix says, rocking back again while they play the world's worst game of Whack-a-Mole. He and Chris barely fit unless they're tangled up together, and Changbin's twice his size."Sure it was." Changbin does a quarter turn onto his side; he has to scoot close enough for them to spoon before he can lie back, fold his hands over his stomach."What are you doing," Chris says, looking back, but he goes when Changin pulls at him. Follows his lead so he's lying down with his arms at his sides. Their shoulders span the entire width of the bed."See?" Changbin says."That looks comfortable." If either of them leave their corpse poses they'll fall off the mattress."It is," Changbin grins."Very," Chris agrees.They've all slept in smaller spaces, woken up wound around each other. Felix should bet they can't get through the night like this. See who wraps around who. Chris would take him up on it.Changbin pats the sliver of space between them. "Room for one more," he says with a raise of his eyebrows.Felix laughs and leans out of the chair. He bends over Chris first, rests a hand on his chest and drops a peck on his lips. Chris smiles under him, the way he always does when Felix closes in. Like his kiss holds a bit of magic.He knows the next step in this little dance. Kiss on the cheek and return to his seat. When he lifts up, Changbin's looking back. He knows it too. But the laughter is gone from his expression.Felix swallows. He shouldn't ask. It's selfish, wanting both. He looks down anyway. Lets the question hang between them.Maybe the nod shouldn't surprise him. Chris doesn't know how to be selfish. It does anyway. Makes his breath catch.He's thought about it. What it would be like to kiss Changbin. If his strong hands would be gentle, if his quick mouth would move slow. He never imagined it like this, sliding his knee into the space between so he can straddle Chris's body, touch a kiss to Changbin's lips. He didn't picture a dry press to Changbin's soft mouth, but that's what he gets. He lets himself linger over it, the second passing in slow motion as he breathes in what Changbin lets out. He didn't picture this, but it's perfect nonetheless.Time doesn't speed up when he breaks away, opens his eyes. He's moving through molasses as Chris's hand cups his head to pull him in again. The kiss he gives is deeper this time, longer, and when they're done Chris turns him back to Changbin."Here, Yongbok," Changbin says, and Felix lets himself be drawn in. Legs around Chris's waist, face in Changbin's hands. Changbin kisses him, and kisses him again. Kisses him until Felix's back starts to ache and he has to adjust his stance, blindly shifting his legs until he's straddling Changbin instead.Chris turns on his side, facing them. His fingers trace up Felix's spine and into his hair. Felix turns to kiss his forearm, the inside of his wrist. Chris cups his face and runs his thumb over Felix's mouth, wet with his best friend's spit.He wonders, sometimes, what it would have been like if Changbin had been the one to ask. If he hadn't stood aside for Chris. Would they still have ended up like this?Maybe they shouldn't. Maybe they should stop before it goes too far. Maybe it already has.One of them will have to make that decision. He can't.They don't.Chris's hand is sliding down his back. It hooks on the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, over his head. Felix lifts his arms and lets it drag off of him, leave him half dressed over Changbin, and Changbin's hands come up to cradle his face again.Changbin's palms are on his jaw, thumbs on his cheeks, fingers in his hair. Holding him there while he looks at him. Felix couldn't go anywhere. Can't resist as Changbin pulls him in, worn t-shirt against his skin.The mattress shifts with the loss of Chris's weight, and a worry sounds out of Felix's throat as he breaks away. He can't leave. It has to be all of them. But Chris is only closing the door. Locking it. Dimming the lights and turning back to them, tugging his own shirt over his head.Felix's stomach jumps. All of them. In this bed.Chris looms tall when he gets back, kneels up on the mattress. The swell of his cock is right there in his shorts, mouth height, but Changbin's hand in his hair goes tight, tilts him up as Chris leans down for a kiss. Felix moans into it.The room's a blur when Changbin drags him down again. One mouth to the other, back and forth until they taste of each other, until the plush of their lips feel the same against his.He breaks away long enough to catch his breath, push Changbin's t-shirt up his chest. If only he'd wear things two sizes too big like the rest of them. Maybe then Felix wouldn't ache to touch, to bite, all the time. For more than just the fleeting seconds allowed when they're playing around. To dig in and leave his imprint. To claim as his, even though he's not.He could have been.Changbin pulls the shirt off, folds his hands behind his head. All of him on offer. Felix looks to Chris again. He's so close in the bed, knee against his, pressing him into Changbin's leg.His dark eyes are sincere as he tucks Felix's hair behind his ear. "Go ahead."Felix bites his lip and sets his hands on the jut of Changbin's hips. Presses his thumbs in. Runs them up his sides to the firm swell of his chest. Feels it flex under his hands as Changbin makes his pecs dance, gets him to laugh.His arms are so big. Felix rests his hands on them, too broad to even get a grip."What do you want, Yongbok?"It's Chris who says it.He wants so much. Too much for one night. Too much for this bed that's somehow holding all of them.But he has to pick.He looks into Changbin's soft eyes. Runs his thumbs along the cut of his biceps. "Anything?""Anything." There's no hesitation when he says it. Even though Felix is asking for more than he'd be able to give.He looks to Chris, head propped in his hand. He needs to be okay with this."Whatever you want," he says. Felix should have known. There's never been a thing Chris wouldn't let him have.He sits back, hands at the band of his sweats. Changbin's watching him. There's no coming back. He pushes, and they fall off his hips. Like they never wanted to be there to begin with. He drags them down his legs, and there he sits. Naked and on display.Changbin's still watching. Just taking him in, chest rising and falling as Felix perches on his hips. Like he's waiting on permission to touch something that isn't his. Felix reaches out, pulls his hands from under his head. Draws them toward him.If he only gets one night, he wants to know what they feel like.They're rough to the touch when they land on him. Rougher than Chris's, but more cautious as they move over his skin. Is this how he would always be? Chris gets greedy with it, drinking him in. Changbin takes little sips.His hands trace the same path Felix's did: first his hips, up his sides, then to his chest. They roam over his shoulders, clasp around his neck; pull him in for another kiss and slide down his back."What do you want, Yongbok," he murmurs into his mouth, holding him by the thighs.Felix shifts. He can feel Changbin's dick, firm beneath him. He rocks against it, breath shuddering out. You, he can't say, even if it's true."Off," he says instead, pushing at his waistband, staying where he is as Changbin gets his pants down as far as he can.Changbin's cock is as sturdy as the rest of him, as soft under his fingertips, as firm when he closes his grip. Felix wants to know how it tastes. If it would make his jaw ache.He edges forward to rest his own against it. His breath steams out at the contact. Changbin's hot skin. He can't look at Chris. He tucks a hand under it, holds it close along his. Closes his eyes. He could stay here all night, feeling Changbin warm and soft beneath him.He reaches out for Changbin's hand and pulls it between their bodies. His knuckles rub Felix's belly as his palm curves over his dick, folds down to finish the circle Felix started. His hand is bigger, heavier; just like his body would be, with Felix underneath."You want this?" Changbin strokes from base to tip, and Felix shudders over him."Please." He wants it so much. Wants those callouses to feel familiar, to know his touch in the dark.Changbin's hand skims slow over their dry skin. Like he's learning him, too. All the places he sighs to be touched, the ones that make him gasp. How his foot wants to thump the bed when his foreskin drags wet over his head.He tries not to let his eyes fall shut, miss a second of Changbin's heady focus. This is him. This is how he looks when he does this.Only movement from Chris can draw his gaze away. He looks down to Chris reaching between them, taking up Changbin's free hand. Lifting it to Felix's throat. His eyes find Changbin's again as his fingers close in. "Like this," Chris says, as he fits Changbin's hand around him. Gets the tightness just right.Felix sucks in a breath. Feels it catch in Changbin's grip. Chris didn't have to share this."Yeah?" Changbin says, thumbing his pulse.Felix nods. Repeats the word to feel them pressing back against it. Touches his hand over theirs on his throat.Chris's fingers slip away. Leave him in Changbin's hands.Changbin strokes him again, and Felix lurches forward for more. He drives into his grip, forces past the friction. Consumes all he can.Changbin's thumb catches the corner of his jaw, turns him to the side. Each exhale burns as he looks. Chris is still lying there, so close; hand down his shorts, watching them. Touching himself.Felix thinks he might drown."Yongbok," Changbin says, squeezing him. "Let me."He stops moving his hips. Changbin takes over, hand around both of them as he matches Chris's measured tempo. Felix's ears ring as they drag it out to nothing. So slow this night may never end.When Chris stops, Felix looks at him. His heart might bruise inside his chest.Chris's hand picks up again.Changbin turns his head back."Come on," Changbin says, hand tightening around them. "You can have it."There are no words in Felix's slack mouth, nothing in his head. Only the rhythm Changbin sets, the heat of him. Felix leans into the pressure at his neck and lets himself be held. His eyelids flutter shut as he tips over the edge.When he opens them, he's spilled all over Changbin's stomach, made a mess of him. Changbin's hand's still working, slicker now, sliding over Felix's spent skin. Oversensitive but he likes it. "Hyung," he says, voice wrecked, and Changbin's pretty mouth forms an oh. Felix has to kiss it again.Changbin takes him by the back, the hair, brings him to his body. Felix rubs against his wet belly. He hasn't gone soft yet. He could come again and again. As long as Changbin stays where he is.He lets himself go still, be held close. Breathe into Changbin's mouth. His lips are going to be raw tomorrow. When he kisses Chris he'll be feeling Changbin.He slips back, ducks his head to rest on Changbin's chest. Just for a few minutes. He finds the beat of Changbin's heart and nestles in, right there. Chris smiles at him. He smiles back. He doesn't know what step comes next.Changbin's pulse pounds good and steady. It echoes through his body. He could fall asleep here."Can we keep him?" he asks. Changbin's chest bounces with a laugh."Where, Yongbok," Changbin says, petting Felix's hair. "I thought there wasn't room for two."The words sting from his eyes all the way to his stomach. He swallows back the salt on his tongue.Chris's eyes rise up to Changbin's, come back to his. He takes a breath. Rests his hand over Changbin's on his back. "Maybe I should get a bigger bed."Felix grins. His heart threatens to crack through his ribs.