Thanks to gravity, this position lets Seung-gil sink the last few centimeters on their dicks, and it's amazingly tight. He can feel his balls rubbing against Emil's, their shafts throbbing together, and of course, how tight Seung-gil is around him.

"Better?" he asked Seung-gil, who had wrapped his arms around Emil's shoulders, face pressed against his neck.

"Yes," he said, voice shaky. "So full."

He put a hand on Seung-gil's shoulder, gave an experimental roll of his hips, making the Korean moan. "Fuck yes," Seung-gil moaned. "Fuck me." And then some other words in Korean that were so soft and muffled Mickey couldn't catch them. He rubbed the other man's shoulder and looked at Emil, finding the other man already looking at him. God, he looked beautiful, his blue eyes almost dark like that. Mickey guessed his purple eyes were probably blown out like that too. He smiled and leaned in, kissing Emil softly as Seung-gil began to move his body, fucking himself on their cocks, moaning softly, apparently too blissed out to notice anything else at the moment.

"This has to be the hottest night of my life," he said to Emil. "Glad I'm sharing it with you."