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His bag hits the floor with a loud thud. Chan is fairly sure he had something breakable in there but it all takes a backseat to the sight in front of him.
“What does this d—” Jisung presses the button on the base of one of his smaller toys, bringing it to life immediately. It buzzes in Changbin’s hand, making the two of them startle back and drop the accursed purple object as if they’re handling a freshly caught fish.
The toy flops its way over to Chan, a twisted imitation of a pet looking for its owner, bringing all the attention onto him.
“Oh,” Changbin says, “hi hyung.”
Even if Chan wanted to say anything right now, he doesn’t think he could. Every single coherent thought has left him in the face of his roommates handling his dildo collection.
Even through his sheepish grin and noticeable blush, Jisung still sounds a little too cocky when he comments, “This is a pretty impressive collection, hyung.”
Chan wheezes. He thinks he wheezes? Whatever the sound, it’s pretty embarrassing.
“Yeah,” Changbin trades a look with Jisung, both of them looking like they’re up to something, barely concealed excitement plain on their faces. “It made us wonder. How do you even get some of these t—” A pregnant pause where Changbin stops himself. The toy by Chan’s feet nudges him, asking for attention. He watches as Changbin’s expression hardens, committing himself to the question of, “How do some of these even… fit?”
Finally, Chan breaks. The question makes him laugh incredulously, startled and caught off guard and so, so embarrassed. “What, are you asking for a d—” his voice pitches up, “a demonstration?”
Another traded look between the pair in front of him. Then, expectant, hungry eyes landing back on him. Wait. Oh.
Oh.
“You….” Chan tries. He really tries. “You— both of you want to… watch?”
“Well, if you’re offering,” Jisung says breezily, and Chan can spot his false bravado a mile away. He can tell he’s nervous too, almost overtly so. But then, he guesses there’s no real confidence to be had anywhere when you’re propositioning your friend and asking, in a roundabout way, to watch them stick the largest dildo probably any of them have ever seen up their ass.
In some weird way, Chan always knew this would happen. Something about them always toed this line. Sure, he’s made out with both of them, and, sure, there was maybe some light rubbing at some point, but it’s college! The dark parties and free-flowing alcohol were always a recipe for something like that to happen!
And it’s something about these previous encounters (and the thrill of being watched while doing this, Chan won’t lie) that has him saying “Okay.”
The look Changbin and Jisung exchange is pure glee, and it makes butterflies pop up all over Chan’s tummy.
It’s awkward at first, undressing in front of them. Sure, he’s done it before, but context matters. It’s even more awkward when they straight up pull up chairs from the living room to sit at his bedside, a captive audience.
None of them really speak, even as Chan looks over his toy collection. He hears sharp breaths when he takes out his two favorites, both brightly colored and big, almost the length of his forearm. He considers for a second, and then, on a whim, he puts them back and takes out his newest acquisition: colored gold and swirly black, this one reaches forearm length — and then some.
Truth be told, he’s been mentally preparing himself for playing with this newest one since this morning, which is the reason they’re all here in the first place. His stupid, horny brain left his toy collection out and about, the top of the box flapped open carelessly. So, he reasons, might as well give them a show.
“Fuck, that’s big,” Changbin breathes.
Chan smiles shyly, “That’s the point.”
He watches as Jisung’s eyes widen and go dark, as Changbin rubs his hands over his thighs restlessly. They’re not even a minute into it and Chan feels his cock taking interest. Maybe he likes having an audience after all. Huh.
In a last minute decision, he props pillows behind him to face the two of them completely. With his lube out, a towel underneath him, his new toy selected, and the pillows in order, all that’s left is….
There’s something like a moan when Chan spreads his legs for them. A cut off sound, he thinks from Jisung, whose fist is pressed to his mouth. Chan trails his fingers down, behind his balls, gently rubbing at his hole.
Another soft noise, this time definitely Jisung’s, before he speaks, “Don’t you have to… to get ready?”
Chan flushes, feels his hole clench briefly. “I did. This morning before I left.”
This time, it’s Changbin’s turn to choke on a moan.
“But I could do with, um. Opening up a little more. It’s really big.” Chan swallows thickly, feels the temperature in his room ratchet up. “Do you want to help?”
There’s no hesitation, no traded looks between them. Changbin goes to his knees in front of Chan and Jisung follows not a second later, both of them almost eye level with— with his—
The thought of them looking at him down there makes him clench again, desperate to be filled, falling deeper and deeper into the pleasure of being watched.
It’s silent, save for the passing around of lube, the quick puffs of breath as they warm it briefly. And then, Chan hitches his legs back, drawing his knees to his chest and preparing himself for—
Jisung goes first, eager finger circling around his hole, making it contract. Changbin follows suit, and their fingers work in tandem to slick him up until he’s dripping. He’s almost the point of begging when they finally slip in, fingers swallowed up easily by Chan’s already stretched hole. There’s a few more moans, the sounds of them moving in and out, almost synchronized, but not quite.
“You’re—” the staccato rhythm falters as Jisung speaks, “you fingered yourself this morning? While we were all here?”
Panting, Chan nods. He doesn’t think he could form a coherent sentence right now.
“God,” Changbin groans, “so fucking easy. Look at that.”
Pretty soon, Chan loses track of whose fingers belong to who, but he’s pretty sure Changbin is on his third finger and Jisung is on his second when he starts begging: “Please. Please do it.”
Changbin pulls out, leaving him feeling mostly empty while Jisung shushes him gently, fingers as deep as he can get them (yet not deep enough for Chan’s taste). There’s a soft kiss dropped onto the back of his thigh, a murmured praise, and then Jisung’s fingers are out. Just when he’s about to whine, the head of the toy presses against his hole.
“Yes, please,” Chan begs again.
And just as he asks for, he gets.
It’s such slow going, Chan thinks he might cry. The stretch and burn as the dildo slides in is always so, so welcome, but now that he’s not in control of it, it feels amplified. And this is the biggest he’s ever had, the longest, thickest— he might come before they even start, might blow his load at the dizzying knowledge of how far it’s going in, of how he must look like to them, desperate and stretched out around this huge cock.
The base hits his ass, their fingers brushing his skin where they’re gripping it together.
“Yeah,” Chan moans, “yeah, yeah, please.”
A moment's hesitation before the dildo moves, shifting in him so slowly, in and out. The urge to cry heightens.
“More,” he tries, “more, faster, fuck—”
It moves quickly, knocks the breath from his lungs. In and out, again and again. Over and over, feeling like he’s being fucked properly by the dildo at the hands of— well, of his two best friends.
“Fuck,” Changbin croaks out right as Chan feels his brain starting to melt, “the bulge.”
The thing is, Chan can feel it. He can feel the dildo pressing in so deep that it shows on his stomach— but taking a breath and looking down to witness it is another matter entirely. It presses against him from the inside, pushing the skin out so obscenely—
And there, past the bulge of the dildo, between his spread legs, the both of them look spellbound, eyes lidded and cheeks pink, lips bitten red. They look so wrecked, almost as much as Chan feels.
Jisung looks up, meets his eyes, “Hyung,” it’s almost a whine, “hyung, it’s so pretty. It’s—”
Changbin moans, trading his gaze between Chan’s clenching hole and the bump in Chan’s stomach.
“Feels so good,” Chan pants, feeling his toes curl. “So fucking deep, shit.”
He could come from this, just the stretch, the feeling of how far inside it is in him, from the eyes on him—
An unexpected moan jumps to his lips as he watches Jisung lean forward wordlessly, lips dropping to Chan’s skin and, fuck, then Jisung is kissing the bulge. Pressure from both sides. Chan throws his head back to groan, feeling so strung out, so fucking close—
A second pair of lips joins Jisung’s, trailing open mouthed kisses over the bulge. Chan’s head flies forward to watch them both leaning over, faces so close it’s almost like they’re kissing. Like they’re kissing over the head of the dildo that’s stuffed so far into Chan, so deep— fuck—
He comes without warning, breathlessly. His cock jumps uselessly on his stomach, his hole clenching over the girth of the toy. They don’t stop, their team effort wringing every last drop from him with only their hands moving the toy, their mouths leaving his skin wet.
They slow down gradually when Chan strangles out a whine. Jisung moves back, falling onto his ass, chest heaving. Changbin stays close, panting against Chan’s stomach. The dildo in him, pulls out gradually, slowly.
“No,” Chan slurs out, “leave it. Five more minutes.”
Changbin looks up, meets his eyes, heat simmering in his gaze.
“That was hot,” Jisung comments.
A breathless laugh leaves Chan, incredulous.