Seung-gil sees Mickey make a face at the mention of the girls, probably not wanting to imagine her getting up to anything.

"Well, we could clean you up," Seung-gil offers, already lowering his head to Emil's chest, running his tongue over a line of cum he's pretty sure is his. Then he shifts to one he knows is Mickey's. Okay, yeah, there's a bit of taste difference. Looked like Mickey ate more veggies. He licked up, not minding the texture of body hair on his tongue, up to Emil's left pectoral, and then started again.

He felt rather than heard Mickey join in the cleaning.