Emil's eyes roll back, half closed as he feels it starting to wash over him, the hot streaks of cum up his belly feeling like a brand. It was something he'd only let himself fantasize about, getting to do such things with Mickey, and the reality is as good as he could have hoped.

He shudders and spills deep in his friend's body, his hands stilling on Seung-gil until he can think to start again, frantically jerking him off as the last pulses of his orgasm taper off. The finger inside of Seung-gil withdraws and he goes back to work with his mouth, pushing his tongue in as deep as it will go.