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The first thing Changmin notices when he steps into his bedroom is the pair of sweatpants on the floor next to his closet. He knows he didn’t leave any laundry laying around when he got ready this morning, so the gray sweats are conspicuously out of place.A whine cuts through the silence of the room from off to his left, pulling his gaze away from the clutter, and the sight that awaits him on the bed exorcises all concerns about stray sweatpants. It does a damn good job wiping his mind clean of pretty much all higher thought, if Changmin is being completely honest.Because while Eric elbows Juyeon and Juyeon pouts back at him— “See, hyung, I told you he’d notice that you left a mess! Now he’s distracted!” followed by “I didn’t have time to hide them when we heard him coming…” —they’re dressed in lingerie. Eric has on a pretty little light blue babydoll, all soft and dainty and transparent in a way that makes Changmin want to tear it off of him. He nearly folds when one strap falls off Eric’s shoulder when the younger begins to shake Juyeon vigorously back and forth for his crimes.Speaking of Juyeon— he’s opted to wear something more fitted, the black lace of his bodysuit hugging the planes of his muscles and curve of his waist alike. The contrast of the delicate fabric is alluring against all of Juyeon’s sharp angles, with his broad shoulders, long arms, and limber form, and Changmin feels more than he should at the way Juyeon goes pliant in Eric’s hold.So he stares at them. Gawks, even. He can afford to admit it to himself as long as no one else knows.Things only get worse for him when he notices what’s hiding behind them. Sunwoo may be mostly obscured from Changmin’s line of sight but Juyeon and Eric have shifted enough— or rather, that Eric has jostled them far enough to the right side of the bed in all of his histrionics— that Changmin can see the way Sunwoo sits on his knees further up the mattress, fidgeting with the hem of his favorite shirt.He’s not wearing pants. Changmin might not know what Sunwoo is wearing beneath his oversized t-shirt, but he does know what he’s not wearing— pants— because he currently has an eyeful of Sunwoo’s bare, supple thighs.“Juyeonie-hyung, you’ve broken him!”Changmin forces himself to grapple the steering wheel of his motor functions back from his dick to rescue Juyeon from Eric’s wrath. “I’m not broken, Ericcie.” His voice almost cracks from how dry his throat is.Sunwoo snorts, amused enough despite his own blush, “He’s also not caught up on Juyeon’s pants, dumbass. He’s staring at the lingerie.”Turning a sharp look in Sunwoo’s direction, Changmin huffs. “And where am I supposed to look?”Cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red, Sunwoo shrugs. “I’m just saying. If Eric would stop being an idiot—” Eric interjects with an offended ‘hey!’ that Sunwoo readily ignores, “—He’d know how long you’ve spent staring at his tits. And Juyeon’s, for that matter.”And if their cleavage was a porchlight, Changmin’s eyes are but a moth drawn helplessly to the flame.…They’ve both got great tits, in his defense.Rallying his resolve, Changmin tears his gaze away from the cleavage bestowed unto him in favor of looking his partners in the eye. “Anyways— what’s the occasion?”The three of them look shocked by his question, so taken aback that no one speaks until several seconds have passed. In that span of time, Changmin wracks his brain for every possible answer to his question. It’s not one of their birthdays, it’s not their anniversary, no one’s been promoted recently, it’s not his birthday, or Christmas, or—“It’s Valentine’s Day, Min-ah,” Juyeon finally announces. His voice is soft and low, but Changmin can hear the mirth that seeps out into his tone.To be fair, it’s a pretty fucking bad holiday to forget about, especially when you’ve got three boyfriends. Changmin feels bad about it, but he would feel a lot worse if he couldn’t tell Juyeon was trying not to laugh at him.“I’m sorry,” He sighs, stepping further into the room. “I’ve been so busy at work that I forgot.” Not that it’s any excuse. Not a good one, anyways.Juyeon gets up to meet Changmin in front of the bed, immediately wrapping him up in a tight embrace to soothe him before he can work himself up any further. “It’s okay, jagiya, we know.” He hesitates, his grip on Changmin tightening for a second before he continues, “That’s actually the reason we planned this.”While Changmin wants to press Juyeon with all the questions that statement raises in his mind, he’s interrupted when Eric springs up and rushes around to rest his chin on Changmin’s shoulder, and Sunwoo follows behind him, still a bit flustered with his own state of dress. Together with Juyeon, they hold him, hugging him tightly until he calms down.And Changmin lets himself have this one. Even though he’s still very much determined to get his answers, that can wait a few minutes while he melts in between his boyfriends. Before he’s done basking in the soft intimacy, though, a hand on his hip pushes him backwards with a gentle force, guiding him backwards towards the bed. Changmin goes with it even though his eyes flicker upwards, leveling the perpetrator with a sharp look that he only uses in rather particular situations, usually in this very room.Juyeon meets his gaze evenly, eyes warm with more emotions than Changmin would ever try to discern.The desire already simmering inside of him begins to meld into a more solid form, one that Changmin is more than familiar with. Even after a long day of work, settling into his dominant headspace is eased by the fact that it’s practically muscle memory at this point. He ignores the fatigue that muddles his mind, instead considering each of his partners.Juyeon is rarely much of a brat, so it won’t take much to flip him around and have him melting into the mattress. Eric seems rowdy enough tonight that he might decide to be a handful, but Changmin knows how to handle whatever attitude the youngest throws his way. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Sunwoo is much more bashful than he normally is, and all the possible ways Changmin might exploit his embarrassment send a thrill down his spine. It won’t take long for him to have each of his boys exactly where he wants them.“Changmin-ah,” Juyeon squeezes Changmin’s hip, watching him intently as he jostles him from his thoughts. He nudges Changmin further back until he feels the bed behind him and sits down. Stomach in knots— because this is not how these scenarios normally go, not with Changmin on the backfoot— he looks up at Juyeon, then over his shoulders to Eric and Sunwoo.It’s not easy to maintain eye contact with any of them. That’s yet another thing about tonight that’s gone off script.“What are you doing?” It takes more effort than it should, but Changmin keeps his voice steady, “What did the three of you have planned for me?” He’d assumed the aforementioned plan was just their lingerie, but the mood in the room says otherwise.“You always take such good care of us, Changminie-hyung,” Eric says before Juyeon can respond, eagerly climbing into bed to sit next to Changmin. It takes a concerted effort for Changmin to focus on anything besides Eric’s chest spilling out of the lingerie or how warm his hands are when he begins to make work of the buttons on Changmin’s button-down. “We know you’ve had it rough at work, so we talked about how to help! And, well, the plan didn’t originally involve lingerie. We were supposed to make you dinner and do all the chores… but we realized that no one wanted to cook, and I do most of the chores anyways. That complicated things, until Juyeonie-hyung came up with this idea.”Juyeon seems to glow at the acknowledgement of his bright idea as he settles down on the other side of Changmin. “We’ve talked about switching things up before, and it might be a good time for you to take a break.” His hand comes to rest low on Changmin’s stomach, his fingers tracing along sensitive skin now bare from Eric’s handiwork. “Let us take care of you, jagiya.”Eric presses a kiss against the column of Changmin’s neck when he leans in to tug his unbuttoned shirt off completely. Between Eric’s lips in action and Juyeon’s fingers teasing below the waistband of his slacks, Changmin finds himself melting despite all of his carefully crafted control and usual reservations. His heart ends up lodged in his throat, threatening to beat its way out with how hard it’s racing.It’s all too much— or just not enough?— for Changmin to form a coherent response. He flounders between Eric and Juyeon, squirming in place as they tease him idly, waiting for his answer.Fingers trace along the soft underside of his jaw, then a hand takes hold of his chin with a surprisingly sure grip— almost as surprising as the fact that Changmin can feel how wet he gets from a mere tiny taste of being treated with a firm hand. He opens his eyes as soon as he registers he’s had them closed for some time, and it’s Sunwoo standing before him, keeping Changmin’s chin tilted up to look at him.“We love you, Changmin, and we want to take care of you.” For all of his earlier shyness, Sunwoo is far too earnest to profess his feelings in such a direct manner, “But only if you want it too.”Changmin swallows hard. Sunwoo slips his hand down to chase the bob of his adam’s apple with his thumb, which draws a breathless moan from Changmin’s lips before he can stop himself. Eric bites a pretty mark into his shoulder, pleased with the sound, and Juyeon’s hand twitches against his upper thigh.Lips parted, Changmin can’t find his words— not the ones he can actually say, at least. His mind swims with litanies of mortifying thoughts that are useless to him since he’ll be taking them to the grave with him.
Please—
I want the three of you more than anything else I’ve ever wanted—
Ruin me, fuck, I want you to ruin me—
Please—
Whatever you want, just do whatever you want, you can take whatever you want from me, I can take it, I promise—“Please—” Sunwoo’s hand tightens around his neck for a delicious but fleeting second, which is enough to let Changmin know he whispered the plea out loud. Eric muffles a moan into his shoulder blade, the feeling almost ticklish as the sound vibrates against his skin. Juyeon slips two fingers down to tease along the folds of Changmin’s pussy through his briefs, the heat of his gaze so intense that Changmin can envision it clearly even as Sunwoo keeps him from turning his head to look.“Please what, Min-ah?”It’s a move Changmin’s used on each of them. One of his favorites, actually— requiring elaboration elicits control, exacerbates embarrassment, and checks for clear verbal consent. It sucks to be on the receiving end.Changmin pointedly ignores the way his cunt throbs at the question, his underwear undoubtedly soaked by now. He squeezes his eyes shut instead, bracing himself for mortification he knows is to come.“Please… take care of me. Like you said.” His voice is barely more than a whisper, every wall he’s built bowing from the overwhelming flood of his feelings for them, “Like you want. However you want, please.” Eric mutters a low ‘fuck,’ while Juyeon’s breath hitches audibly. Both of them freeze up, but Sunwoo springs into action like a man possessed.“Anything for you,” He promises as he climbs into Changmin’s lap, all haste and no finesse. Gone is the Sunwoo worrying over his clothes, because the Sunwoo straddling Changmin’s lap doesn’t give a single shit that his shirt has ridden up to expose his pretty red panties, the intricate lace darkened to a deeper crimson in the center from his own desire. He kneels in place, his bare thighs on displayChangmin stares unabashedly, unable to think beyond the question of if the panties might be part of a set, if Sunwoo is wearing a—“Stop hogging him!” Eric shifts behind Changmin, and even if he’s out of sight Changmin can hear the pout in his voice. It doesn’t stick around for long, though, because his lips are curled into a smile when he presses a kiss against Changmin’s nape, his arms winding around the small of Changmin’s waist to pull him into his lap. “We’re going to take such good care of you, hyung. Just lay back and relax.”Juyeon butts in front of Sunwoo as he follows Changmin further up the bed, then leans down to steal Changmin’s first kiss of the night while ignoring Sunwoo’s objections. “He’s right,” Juyeon murmurs against Changmin’s lips, “We’ve got you.”Changmin knows they do. The last of his defenses fall as he turns himself over to their careful hands. He trusts them more than he trusts himself, and loves them beyond all the words he can never manage to say.Sunwoo elbows back in front of Juyeon to kiss Changmin himself, and Changmin is going to have to tease them later for all of their bickering, but he's a bit preoccupied at the moment with biting Sunwoo’s bottom lip— and with Eric’s hands massaging his lower back in slow, indulgent strokes, and with Juyeon’s fingers slipping inside Changmin’s briefs to tease his clit directly. His only solace is that the embarrassing sounds he makes are muffled against Sunwoo’s lips. It takes about two seconds of fighting a war on three fronts for Changmin’s brain to end up somewhere between the consistency of boiling soup and half-melted cotton candy.When Sunwoo finally pulls back to breathe, he levels Changmin with a look of blatant adoration, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”Fondly, cheesily, disgustingly— Changmin knows it will be. It is already. Just because he has the three of them, he couldn’t be happier. A new sensation hums at the peripheral of his consciousness, something muted and warm that feels safe.He’s just about lost himself to his sappy thoughts, ready to turn himself over to the sentiment, when one of them smacks his thigh playfully.“Now,” Eric’s nips at Changmin’s ear, a playful, almost smug lilt to his voice, “Be a good boy and strip for us, Changmin-ah.”And as Changmin blushes and fumbles his way out of his pants and boxers to lay bare before them, he thinks his final coherent thought of the night—He’s going to wreck them on White Day.