Hyun feels like a bug pinned to a corkboard, flayed with his insides showing.

They’d had wine that went to his head, and he’d maybe lost track of how many glasses he’d had, how many times his cup had been refilled while Wumuti and Rui exchanged knowing glances with each other.

“Let’s hang out~” Rui had said, that it had been too long. That Haru was still away visiting family, so shouldn’t the three of them have a drink together to bond?

And now he’s sitting on the couch with his face feeling numb, feeling like his head is much too tall for his body. Dizzy.

He’s too drunk to excuse himself when Rui climbs into Wumuti’s lap, moaning hungrily as she presses their bodies together, rolling her hips shamelessly as Wumuti grabs her ass. The sound of their muffled moans and wet kissing fills the room, and Hyun is hard, and dizzy, and unable to tear his eyes away.

The sound of his empty wine glass hitting the carpet is the only thing that dragged Rui off of Wumuti.

She’s still breathing hard to catch her breath when she turns toward Hyun, still perched in Wumuti’s lap, and Hyun feels pierced through, rooted to the spot by her gaze.

Rui licks her lips, which are wet from Wumuti’s tongue, and grins at the way Hyun can’t stop staring at them.

“Hyunnie, are you feeling left out?” she asks. Teases.

“N-no! If you two want… then of course you should…”

“We are,” Wumuti says, giving Rui’s waist a squeeze. “But does that mean that you can’t, too?”

Hyun doesn’t know the answer to that. He kind of forgot the question.

He feels like he blinks and they’re on either side of him. Wumuti kisses the side of his neck, and Hyun feels his entire spine melt like butter. He makes an embarrassing sound, and they giggle, trying to make him do it again.

Wumuti reaches into Hyun’s pants while Rui kisses his ears. She gets his cock out and starts to stroke him, and it feels so good. Even though he feels like he shouldn’t really be doing this, he can’t help but thrust up into her grip.

“That’s it,” Wumuti says. “Good boy. You can fuck mommy’s fist, can’t you?”

Hyun whimpers, pre-cum blurting from his tip to soak Wumuti’s hand, making the strokes of her hand slippery and wet.

“Hyunnie,” Wumuti says in a disappointed tone when Hyun doesn’t do as she says.

The automatic urge to please wells up in him.

He’s blushing fiercely and so embarrassed he could die as he thrusts experimentally into her hand again. The sound is wet and squelching, and it burns in his ears.

“There you go, good boy,” Wumuti praises as Hyun starts fucking her hand in earnest, the hard, wet tip of his cock poking out the top of her fist again and again.

Her grip feels good, firm and tight, and Hyun squints his eyes shut, trying to pretend he’s somewhere else.

He jerks them back open when he feels cool fingers reaching down the back of his pants, pressing between his legs, sliding down the cleft of his ass slippery-wet with something cool and slimy.

Rui presses herself against Hyun’s back and wraps an arm loosely around his chest as she nuzzles her face in beside his.

“A-ah, Rui,” Hyun stammers. “Hyung.”

“Mmhm,” Rui coos beside his ear. “That’s right.”

Her fingers probe at him. Hyun jerks forward unstoppably into Wumuti’s hand when he feels Rui’s fingertip tap at his hole. He clenches up, whimpering, caught between them.

“Shh,” Rui soothes him. “Just relax.” She hooks her chin over Hyun’s shoulder to look at what Wumuti is doing to him, and the shame of it makes Hyun want to curdle up and hide. “Mm, it feels really nice that hyung is taking care of your cock, right? Rubbing it so nicely. I’m gonna make you feel even better. You’d like that, Jinhyung-ah, wouldn’t you?”

Whatever comes out of Hyun’s mouth at that isn’t actually a word. It’s a garbled mess that only gets more scrambled as Rui really does start to sink her finger inside.

She moans when her fingertip starts to breach Hyun’s hole like she’s the one getting fingered, and Hyun makes a choked noise.

“Oh, Hyunnie, you’re so tight inside.”

Hyun gasps, the corded muscles of his legs tensing as he strains to get away from the sensation—which only pushes his cock into Muti-hyung’s grip, and he moans. Rui’s finger keeps pressing inexorably in, worming its way inside. Hyun’s body can’t provide any resistance with so much lube coating her finger, can’t stop her from getting inside him.

And then she starts to fuck him with it, dragging her long finger in and out, sometimes crooking it to rub against Hyun’s prostate and make him see stars.

“Unnie!” he calls out, panting.

“Fuck, you look so good, Hyunnie,” Rui hisses. “You sound so good. I need to get inside you. You can open up for us, right? Good boy, just relax~”

Hyun whimpers, and she gets another finger into him, too fast, Hyun’s hole forced to stretch around both of them, and it feels weird and wrong and too good. He thinks of how good Rui had looked writhing on Wumuti’s lap, how much he had wanted them, and feels confused.

Rui twists her fingers inside Hyun and makes him cry out, his cock throbbing, and he’s so close, he’s going to cum—and then Rui pulls her fingers out.

With enough prodding and gentle direction, somehow the two of them get Hyun completely naked.

“Ooh, he’s so big,” Rui says, eyeing his cock, and Hyun tries to cover himself with his hands, which makes them both giggle.

Somehow they convince him to sit in Muti-unnie’s lap, it’ll be so cute, Hyunnie, isn’t that what friends do, and then Hyun is too distracted by how big Muti-unnie feels inside him, carving out a space for herself and rearranging his guts while he clumsily rides her, to think much of anything.

They both murmur how sweet he is, how good he’s being, what a sweet, beautiful dongsaeng they have, and Hyun feels flush with warmth every time Wumuti moans beneath him.

“Kiss, Hyunnie,” Rui pouts, and without thinking, he does.