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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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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."

Seung-Gil would almost certainly feel the smile against him as Emil draws out his teasing a moment longer, before rocking himself upright onto his knees and moving himself into position between the man's thighs. One hand stays between Seung-Gil's cheeks and works on a second finger while his free hand reaches for the lube on the side table to make the task that much easier.

"As you wish," he replies with a subtle sparkle to his blue eyes. In moments he's positioned his slicked fingers just inside of Seung-Gil again and works to tease him open, while wrapping the other hand around each of their shafts to stroke them both in time with the slow pump of his fingers. He likes the look of his friend so needy, but he wouldn't torment him for much longer.

"Hold on to me," he finally breathes before pressing the blunt head of his cock against the slicked, prepared hole and pushes in slowly until the resistance gives way, and from there he immediately sets an easygoing pace that has him pulling back nearly to the head, then rolling all the way back in as deep as he can go.

Oh, he does. And he pouts slightly at it. But he's getting what he wants, so he doesn't whine even if a childish part of him wants to.

When instructed to hold onto him, Seung-gil does so, pulling Emil close. He wants to feel him. All of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and face to face. A little difficult because Emil's taller than he is (taller than the last time he saw him, and wasn't that unfair?) but he'll take what he can get. He wants to feel Emil's chest hair against the smoother skin of his chest.

"Kiss me," he demands, lips still pouting, because he wants more attention. All the attention.

At the same time that Seung-Gil's arms wrap around his shoulders, Emil wraps one under his partner's back to support him and bring them chest-to-chest. He meets that demand wordlessly, lips pressed hard against Seung-Gil's and only slipping apart when he rocks up particularly hard and jolts the other up with a thrust.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he breathes when a bit of space comes between their lips. The gap is quickly closed and his tongue finds its way along Seung-Gil's once more. One foot braces against the bed to give him more leverage, better motion with which to really drive himself into the other man hard.

"Missed you too," Seung-gil gasped out before Emil claimed his mouth again, holding onto the other man tight. He thought about Emil frequently during his time in the military. He hadn't been celibate while serving, but he had been less sexually active than he had been before hand.

When they broke apart again, he moved one hand to cup Emil's cheek. "Fuck, you're so hot. Fucking me so good. Such a sweet man." He kissed him again, hard, hot, and hungry.

He'd thought about the others that he cared about all the time when he was separated from them. He talked a lot online with them, even engaged in some cam stuff with Phichit, but otherwise, there hadn't been much going on for him either. He was just too busy.

And, the twins could attest to it, a little blind to outright flirtation by other people that were interested in him.

Emil's hand cups under the back of Seung-Gil's leg to hike it up and let him grind straight up against his ass, rolling into him with soft groans muffled by the kiss between them. He wants to come, and then continue on, until neither of them can continue.

"Emil," Seung-gil said after every pant, every kiss. "Emil, fuck, Emil."

He remembered sex with Emil was fantastic. But he had forgotten just how amazing it was. The way his cock stretched him out, how it rubbed against his prostate, how full he felt when his balls slapped against his backside.

"Make me cum," he said. "Make me cum, Emil. I'm so close!"

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