Eunsue: “Hah—!”
The sudden stretch made Eunsue’s breath catch. He only gasped for air when Sihun pulled back halfway, his body trembling. Even though he had just come, the intense pleasure made his head spin.
Ring.
Siwoo (outside): “I’m here~”
Sihun’s thrusts grew rougher, and Eunsue’s fingers clawed at the floor.
Eunsue: “Ah, ah—!”
He was too busy moaning to answer the door. Siwoo pounded on it, but Eunsue had no capacity to respond. The sound of Siwoo’s voice outside only filled his mind with the wet, slapping sounds of Sihun’s hips against his ass and the deep, aching pleasure inside him.
Eunsue: “Ah! Nngh! Hah—!”
Siwoo (outside): “What the hell is that noise?!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Siwoo (outside): “Hey! Kang Sihun, you fucking—!”
Sihun didn’t stop, his thrusts growing even more aggressive. Eunsue’s body shook, his mind blanking as Sihun buried himself deep and came inside him.
Siwoo’s furious voice boomed from the doorway, but neither Sihun nor Eunsue stopped. Sihun pulled out slowly, cum dripping from Eunsue’s hole, and smirked as he stood up shakily. Siwoo’s anger exploded.
Siwoo: “You fucking bastard! What the hell—!”
Sihun: “You left him to jerk off alone and didn’t even close the door, and now you’re yelling at me?”
Siwoo: “What? Fuck—no, I thought you’d gone home! You were supposed to be at home! I got a call from you saying you weren’t coming!”
Sihun: “You idiot. I was there yesterday. While you were ignoring calls and drinking yourself stupid.”
As the two argued, Eunsue finally caught his breath, looking up at the identical, glaring faces. He cleared his throat and raised his voice.
Eunsue: “Happy birthday!”
The argument stopped. Both men looked at him, awkward. Eunsue, still dripping cum, sat up and reached for their hands. After a moment of hesitation, he took both.
***
The smoke from the candles on the cake curled into the air as Eunsue plucked them out one by one, setting them neatly aside.
Siwoo: “Fuck, are you that great?”
Sihun: “Are you that pathetic?”
Eunsue sliced the cream cake with a plastic knife and divided it onto three plates. Clink. He set a plate and fork in front of Siwoo and Sihun, then sighed. The two showed no signs of stopping their bickering.
Eunsue: “Will you two stop fighting?!”
Siwoo: “Oh, sorry.”
Sihun: “But this bastard always has to butt in between me and you.”
Siwoo: “Bullshit. You’re the one who keeps getting between me and Eunsue.”
Eunsue shoved his hands between them, pushing their identical, scowling faces apart.
Eunsue: “I get that you two compete over everything, but stop using me as the prize. It feels like I’m just being used in your fights.”
Both men turned to him, their matching expressions stunned.
Siwoo: “Used?”
Sihun: “You think we’re using you in our fights?”
Eunsue: “If you’re going to compete, do it over something else. Am I some kind of object? The only reason you two are so obsessed and nice to me is because of sex, right?”
The two men fell silent. Eunsue, fork in hand, stared at them, confused. Then, as if on cue, their hands reached for him. Eunsue looked at each hand, then took both.
Siwoo: “Eunsue, did you really think I only saw you as a fuckbuddy? That’s… hurtful.”
Sihun: “Baby, I’m serious. It’s disappointing.”
Eunsue’s eyes darted between them, flustered. Hands from both sides pressed his shoulders, pushing him back until he was lying down. He flailed, but their hands supported his neck and back. Two identical faces leaned over him.
Eunsue: “W-Wait! Are you two serious? You both really mean it?”
Their heads nodded in unison.
Siwoo: “So you really thought we were just competing over you? That I was trying to beat him to get you?”
Sihun: “We fight because we both want you. So… what do you really want, Eunsue?”
Eunsue’s mouth opened and closed. He swallowed hard.
Eunsue: “…I just thought neither of you were serious.”
Eunsue covered his face with his hands, his voice muffled.
Eunsue: “But you two are so good to me… I didn’t want to be the only one getting my hopes up…”
The hands covering his face were gently pulled away. Sihun kissed the back of his right hand.
Sihun: “You’re so cute, Eunsue.”
Siwoo, not to be outdone, kissed the back of his left hand. Then, seriously:
Siwoo: “Let’s ask you properly. Me, or Sihun?”
Eunsue’s eyes widened. His lips pressed tightly together. He looked back and forth between them, the two pairs of eyes watching him intently.
Sihun: “It’s time to decide, don’t you think?”
Siwoo: “I can’t stand seeing his face all the time because of you.”
Eunsue couldn’t open his mouth. He hesitated, searching for the right words, then finally spoke.
Eunsue: “…I like you both.”
Sihun: “Greedy, Eunsue.”
Siwoo: “That’s ridiculous! I’m way better than this bastard! Aren’t you satisfied with just me? You need both cocks to be happy now? Fuck!”
Slam! Sihun punched Siwoo’s head.
Sihun: “Shut the fuck up, you’re being crude. Eunsue’s just being considerate. He can’t say he doesn’t like you to your face.”
Siwoo: “Fuck you! It hurts! He can’t say he doesn’t like you because you’re right here, you useless piece of shit!”
Eunsue: “No, that’s not the issue—”
The two glared at him again, their eyes burning. Eunsue froze, tense. The identical men leaned in and asked in unison:
Siwoo/Sihun: “Who’s better?”
Siwoo: “I’m better, right?”
Eunsue felt like he’d seen this before. He clung to his fraying sanity, remembering. He had seen this. And he knew what came next.
The memory flooded his mind, and he instinctively tried to pull away—but it was too late. His hands were yanked upward. Familiar, different-yet-the-same hands slipped under his shirt and pants. These crazy bastards. Instead of shouting, a moan escaped his lips—Ngh… Hngh…—as his sensitive body trembled.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
