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Reunion

Military life had surprisingly suited Seung-gil. Not enough that he wanted to make a career out of it, but enough that his time in it hadn't been awful. He did his year and a half in the army after retiring from skating at twenty-four, and had gotten out, deciding to continue his education in advanced mathematics.

Now, six months after retiring, he was seeing the people from the year Victor Nikiforov tried his hand at coaching Yuri Katsuki for the first time in years. Including Emil. He had known Emil had retired around the same time he had and had gone into the more extreme side of winter sports.

"Hey," he said as he walked over to the taller man. He didn't know why he was invited to this party or why he accepted it, he barely knew any of the people here; Leroy was an irritant, the Crispino twins were annoying (though Mickey was less now because he finally gotten it through his head that he didn't want to date Sara), Katsuki was weird, and Giacometti, the man hosting the party, was lewd.

But the others were okay, if a little loud because they were drinking. He settled at the window with Emil, a small bowl of party mix crackers in hand, a Coke in the other. He looked at the other man. Emil was twenty-four now? Or about to be twenty-four, if he remembered right. "How have you been?"

He was fond of Emil, despite not having seen him in some time. They had kept in contact, but Seung-gil was never the best at keeping communication, and his time in the military had distracted him from staying in touch with the few friends he did make during his time figure skating, so other than the occasional hello via DMs on Facebook or Instagram, he hadn't heard much from him, only knowing what was going in the Czech man's life via his Facebook timeline. Or was it Wall? He didn't bother to remember.

But they two of them had had an intimate connection a few times, and those memories was something Seung-gil often found himself looking at. For various reasons.

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Just before he can chide himself for basically fucking Emil with his eyes, he can see the way Emil's looking at him and he feels his lips twitch upward a bit.

Well, looked like he was going to get everything he wanted tonight. "The most trouble I had with Phichit is making sure he doesn't post anything too explicit." He had gone to a hot spring and had the Thai man had posted his bare ass on Instagram, which, whatever, he had a nice ass. But it was almost posted along side him in a pair of wet bikini briefs that had gotten wet.

Leaning in, Seung-gil pressed his lips to Emil's. "Considering who's home this is, Giacometti will be insulted if someone doesn't use one of the guest bedrooms." He stood. "Let's go."

Emil stays close, even as he finishes off his beer, lingering there even as he hears a brief upswing of noise, a group laughing off to one side that included the twins that Emil had maintained close contact with. He isn't paying them any mind at the money, and doesn't seem to notice the violet eyes that move over him as if keeping an eye out for trouble. Who it was the man was expecting it from was anyone's guess.

Emil chuckles quietly at the mental image of Phichit's reel suddenly hostile a stack of risque photos. He knows Phichit is generally more careful than that, but he can't help but think that that would be pretty sexy, to be honest.

The kiss catches him before he can say more just yet, and Emil leans into it happily. He briefly sucks the taste of Seung-Gil's drink off his lips, before straightening up and running his free hand up the shallow curve of the other man's side.

"I was just thinking the same thing. If we hurry we might be able to commandeer the one with the enormous shower." The last time he'd been invited to one of these gatherings, three of them had crowded into the stall after having drunk far too much between them. There was probably still a post up on one of their facebooks after that, suds everywhere and too much clothing for it to have been comfortable for everyone but him, who had been trying to use it for its intended purposes before Cristophe and one of his guests had burst in.

Phichit had gotten better over the years, but he remembered when Phichit posted pictures of Victor getting naked in public at a hot pot restaurant. And Instagram was surprisingly lax about what was considered mature. Many models on there had pictures of themselves in their underwear, which made it clear whether they were circumcised or not. Not to mention the guys who posted videos where their oversized dicks jiggled around in their briefs.

Seung-gil remembered that post. He had given it a like and chuckled a little at it. "Sounds good to me," he said against Emil's lips, grabbing his hand. "All I need is a bed right now, but being able to shower afterward would be nice. You'll have to lead the way, I've never been here before."

He and Giacometti weren't close. Outside of the one-night stand with the Swiss man, they didn't have much to do with each other, especially since he hadn't gone into coaching, unlike most of their colleagues. "I'm surprised we'll be the first to make use of a room, without being drunk even." They wouldn't be the last. Ji and de la Iglesia were currently drinking and looking awfully cuddly. The idea that they would be first made him smirk a bit.

There were photos of Emil floating around out there in various states of dress, though nothing was outright erotic about much at all that he posted or that he saw. Lots of shirtless photos though, when he ended up on the beach, especially the summer that he spent in Italy hiking or swimming.

Leading the way back to one of the guest rooms, Emil smirks faintly at the thought of the two of them being the first to disappear. Plenty of the others were paired off, of course, but nobody was quite at the level of needy that the two of them were.

Case in point, the way Emil closes the door and then slides right up against Seung-Gil's back while his hands sneak up the front of the smaller man's shirt.

"You know what I think?" He murmurs against the side of Seung-Gil's neck just under his arm. "I think I'd like to see how long you last on top of my face."

Seung-gil had enjoyed every photo he came across, and some might be saved to his drive on his laptop. Emil always looked good without his shirt.

If he let himself think about it, he'd wonder if Giacometti actively encouraged his friends to have as much sex as possible. Well, he couldn't disagree with that, because sex was good. And he could only imagine that Emil had improved in the two years since they last slept together.

"Oh?" Seung-gil asked as he put his hands on Emil's ass, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "I've gotten better stamina since we last fucked." Military life hadn't hurt his sex life, and the physical training was more intense than what he had gone through as a figure skater. "So the question might be how long you can last before needing a break."

He slid his hands up Emil's strong back, fingers curling into his shirt. "Off. I missed your hairy chest."

At the very least, he encourages them all not to be ashamed about their sexualities, something that none of them had ever really taken the time to just sit and think about, considering how constant their schedules were, especially during the training season. The concept was generally the last thing on their minds, more often than not, unless they were full force slapped with it the way Emil had been.

Or maybe he was just a little late to the party and everyone had been fucking like bunnies the whole time and just waiting for him to come play. That seems far more likely.

"And I've gotten stronger overall," Emil quips as he leans right back against Seung-Gil, pressed against him hips-first. At the urging, he removes his shirt easily, letting it drop to the floor without hesitation to show that he had indeed managed to grow more dirty blonde hair across his body. "I could hold you up, make you bounce as you take it. You are always beautiful with something thick in you."

He may have been honing his dirty talk over his time away.

Since Seung-gil didn't come to these parties as often, or ever, he didn't know, but from what he knew about the others... they were probably fucking like bunnies. Well, most. Mickey probably wasn't, as the Italian was almost as aloof about people as he was.

"I can see that," Seung-gil murmured, running his hands through that dirty blond hair on Emil's chest. "So handsome," he said as his thumb played with a nipple. So handsome and all his for at least the next hour. "So strong."

He looked up, dark eyes alight with desire and affection. "I don't doubt you can," he said, leaning up to kiss Emil's chin, then another one up to his lips as he groped those furry pecs. "Bed. Now. I want you so fucking much."

Goosebumps roll up Emil's arms at the attention to his chest. His hands slide around to Seung-Gil's back and slip his shirt up, and then off to join his on the floor. He smiles into the kiss and gives one in return, an easygoing peck before he bends just enough to wrap his arms under Seung-Gil's backside and pick him up pretty easily to plant another kiss in the middle of his sternum. His face presses between more subtly developed pecs as more open-mouthed kisses are peppered across pale skin.

"You think Christophe has a stash in here?" he muses, even though he's almost certain that that is in fact the case. Lube, condoms, almost certainly a toy or three. All Emil personally wants is the lube.

Lifting his arms up to let Emil push up and off his shirt, Seung-gil gave the smallest of little whines. He wanted to keep touching Emil, keep kissing him, but he knew clothes had to come off so they could be skin to skin.

The shirt came up to expose smooth, pale skin, his muscles more defined from the last time they say each other; a six pack of abs, bigger pecs that could be called perky, bigger delts and biceps, giving him a more 'heroic' build than his slim pretty skater frame from two years ago. He was still pretty, just having moved from twink to twunk. While Emil had become even more of a hunk.

"I wouldn't be surprised," he said as Emil picked him up and he wrapped his arms around the other man's neck, one hand cradling the back of his skull. "He and his partner and whoever else they've brought in, have probably made use of every service in this place."

Not that he could judge too much. He wanted Emil to fuck him on the bed right now. "Do you want to use a condom?" he asked. "I'm on PrP so I don't need one."

Emil is making a smooth slide from otter into bear territory, and if the way Seung-Gil reacts to him is any indication, it is absolutely a good look for him. While he himself didn't really think about his appearance overly much, he knows appreciation when he sees it.

When he's found the edge of the bed, Emil deposits his partner on it and leans over him to kiss his neck, up to his jaw, then his lips before withdrawing to fish into one of the bedside drawers. Of course the first things he sees are exactly what he's looking for, just as they'd both thought. The lube is put up where they can both reach, while the condoms are put aside as an afterthought.

"Every physical I've ever had I've made sure that I'm still clean," he assures Seung-Gil as he unbuckles his jeans and scoots them off, leaving the heavy shape of his erection straining against his boxer-briefs. Already impatient, but always polite about it even though he wants to put his tongue on every inch of the other man's body.

Yes, very much. It doesn't hurt that Seung-gil has a more than a bit of a thing for chest hair, which is Emil's fault. And he supposed it was also Christophe's, but he only had sex with the Swiss man once, and his chest hair wasn't as thick as Emil's.

"I am as well," Seung-gil said, lifting his ass to push his jeans down. His red briefs were equally tented as Emil's.

Being less polite than Emil, Seung-gil reached out, cupping the other man's erection through the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. "I want you to raw dog me," he said. "I want to feel you fill me up. I want it multiple times." He rub his thumb at the tip, then without preamble, began to pull Emil's underwear down.

Emil has never been with Christophe, but the man just really isn't his type, he's found. When he knows he's attracted to someone, they're almost always the opposite of him in every way. Phichit had been the only one to really be able to match him in enthusiasm, but the fling that he'd had when he still lived full-time in Czechia had set a new standard for him for being DTF and any time at all. He kind of misses that guy.

Seung-Gil is always going to stick out in his mind, though. He knows what he wants, he's not afraid to say it, and that makes Emil's job that much easier. He doesn't need to guess and fumble. He also doesn't need to crack the man's back like a glowstick as foreplay.

"Can I hold you down?" he asks as he steps closer, following the motion of Seung-Gil's hand. He lets himself be stripped of the last of his clothes, while his hands slide up along his pale shoulders and into silky black locks to gently tug at the back of Seung-Gil's head.

Phichit is a fun lover; they can both agree to that.

"Hold me down, have me ride your face," Seung-gil murmured teasingly against Emil's lips. "I'll let you do whatever you want as long as it feels good." And just as he doesn't mind saying what he wants, he's equally willing to say what he doesn't like.

He wrapped his fingers around Emil's cock as soon as it was bared to him, giving it a few strokes. He looked down, watching how the foreskin slid up and down over the glans. "I want your cock in me. My mouth, my hole, I don't care."

Emil's free hand slides around to let his thumb stroke across Seung-Gil's lower lip and just barely slip between his teeth.

"We can start there," he suggests easily, pushing his hips forward subtly with his posture shifting and bringing the head of his cock closer to the other man's mouth.

Seung-gil looks up, dark eyes made even darker with lust and affection. He lightly bit Emil's thumb, only letting go when Emil shifted them so he was level with the younger man's cock.

"Yes," he murmured. "Fuck, I missed your cock." It was perfect in size and shape as far as Seung-gil was concerned. "Feel free to pull my hair." He gave Emil's dick another stroke, pulling back his foreskin back. "Fuck my face." He opened his mouth and leaned forward to take the bared head into his mouth with a pleased moan.

Emil's head fell back at the first touch of Seung-Gil's mouth. He hasn't been blown in some time and he deeply appreciates a skilled mouth when it does happen. He knows Seung-Gil is good, too.

"You look so good like this," he murmurs, letting his head fall back briefly as his hips move forward to meet the mouth wrapped around him. He groans deeply and buries his hands in the soft, dark locks of the other's hair and gently encourages him forward, taking him that little bit deeper. Seung-Gil's impatience would be met by his eagerness, and soon he would be rocking back and forth at a leisurely pace. "Fuck, I missed you..."

With a moan, Seung-gil let Emil guide him further down his cock, until he had his nose buried in the blond curls at the base of his cock. His hands found purchase on his strong thighs. Then he seals his mouth around Emil's shaft, sucking as Emil moves his hips, fucking his face at an easy pace.

His heart warms when he hears Emil missed him, too. Maybe... well, something to consider later. He's got a mouth full of cock right now, he's going to focus on that.

Seung-Gil's throat working around the head of his cock when he slides in deep enough briefly makes him weak in the knees. He murmurs quiet praise in Czech as one hand curls into the other's hair to urge him into meeting each easy thrust as the pace picks up. He feels his orgasm creeping up on him and releases his grip, though his hips continue to move. He can feel the end of Seung-Gil's nose at his groin and his balls swing against the man's chin. He grips down on Seung-Gil's shoulder instead as his rhythm stutters but maintains its speed the closer it comes.

He pants hoarsely when he comes, and distantly he's glad that he can still hear music outside the room. They're not missing anything. It leaves them more time to get up to whatever they want.

"Give me a moment," he starts when he can form a coherent sentence again. "Strip down and let me return the favor."

Fuck, he always loved this, getting used, the pulling of his hair, and the quiver in the other man's legs when he was close. Emil was close, fuck he was close and Seung-gil wanted it so badly. And then, finally, Emil came, and Seung-gil swallowed his load down greedily, clutching at his thighs as he milked Emil for all he was worth.

Seung-gil pouts at Emil when the taller man takes his cock out of his mouth, whining softly at him. But being told he was going to get a blow job soothed, even if what he really wanted was to keep sucking Emil's dick until he was hard again.

Stripping down is easy enough, since all he has left on are his briefs. He pushes them down and tosses them to the side. "How do you want me?" he asked.

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Emil's fingers stayed wound into the hair at the base of Seung-Gil's neck until he was released, and in between his suggestion that the other get naked and getting comfortable in the guest room bed, Emil leans down to urge Seung-Gil into a kiss that shares in his taste on the other's tongue.

"Up there," he replies, pointing up at the head of the bed. The pillows are piled there and easy to rearrange, and he reaches past the smaller man to do just that, making a comfortable spot to lounge. His cock is starting to harden up again in anticipation.

He hummed against Emil's mouth, enjoying the kiss, enjoying letting Emil taste his own cum. Snowballing has always been a favorite kink of his.

Seung-gil scooted back and lounged on the pillows like a prince. His legs spread invitingly for Emil to lay between, his cock hard against his belly, weeping gently on his Adonis’ belt. It was an easy position for Emil to either blow him or tip his hips and eat him out.

There was a sound at the door, and he looked at it as he reached out to put his hand on Emil's head. "Sounds like someone else finally had the same idea," he murmured.

Emil moans softly into Seung-Gil's mouth, only pulling back to let the other man get comfortable before stretching himself out on his side with his weight on one elbow while the other hand slides up the inside of one porcelain thigh. He doesn't even begin to hesitate as he leans and mouths at the base of Seung-Gil's cock.

"Mmh, good, they should be able to have some fun too," he replies easily. His tongue and lips tease up the length of the other's cock and back down to his balls, mouthing and fondling them before starting to move down lower. The other's long legs would end up propped over his shoulders to spread him open to meet Emil's tongue.

"This place could become an orgy and Giacometti wouldn't be upset," Seung-gil said with a sigh. "Could be fun," he said as Emil hooked his legs over those broad shoulders and he cocked his tips to give him better access to his entrance.

One reason he and Emil got along so well was that they were both willing to experiment. A smile flirted along his lips when he remembered it was he who gave Emil his first blow job. Now look at them.

Then Emil's tongue was on him, and his head tipped back as he let out a moan. "Yes," he said with a hiss.

Emil muses that Seung-Gil is absolutely right, and that Christophe would almost certainly actively encourage it if he felt he could get away with it without much effort.

After licking the other man open and slicking him over with a healthy coating of spit, Emil gently prods open Seung-Gil's ass with one finger, refraining from lubrication just now until they went any bigger than that. Briefly his mouth moves back up to tease at the base of Seung-Gil's cock and really give his beard the chance to tickle and even slightly burn the inside of the other's thigh.

He can still hear movement outside, a door opening and closing nearby, someone else occupying themselves somewhere quieter than the main party.

Maybe there could be one by the end of the night. He always wanted to be used like a toy by a group of men. "Mm, fuck," he murmured as Emil's finger slid into him and Emil's beard scratched at his sensitive inner thighs. "More," he murmured, reaching out to card his fingers through his blond hair. "Handsome man."

Because he was, Emil was such a handsome man. "I want your dick," he said, feeling a little impatient. "Don't bother playing with my prostate. Just stretch me out and slide in."

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