Reunion

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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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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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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What Emil lacked in technique, he made up for in care and enthusiasm. He bucked and rutted up against Seung-gil's ass, feeling the heat rolling up his body as he came without quite slowing down. His lips cram up against the other's until he can draw back again, still seated balls-deep in Seung-Gil as they press chest-to-chest.

"Mmmmmm you feel so damned good..."

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Seung-gil let out a soft little whine, clinging to Emill as his orgasm came closer.

"Cumming!" he warned and kissed the other man hard as his cock throbbed and shot out several robes of cum across their bellies.

"Don't stop," he panted between kisses. "Don't stop."

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The hot stripes of cum striping up his belly are thrilling in their own way, and Emil shudders at the feeling. He moans quietly and pauses a moment, only to resume when Seung-gil encourages him to keep going. He ground up against the smaller man in slow rolls that made his nerves prickle and his hands squeeze down with every slow thrust.

"Not stopping until you need me to," he murmurs, voice lost in the press against Seung-gil's mouth.

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"I want your cum," Seung-gil said, raising his hands to cup Emil's face. "Cum in me, fuck me Emil."

He felt so good, so full. "You stop and I'm flipping you over to ride you," he threatened, and he meant it.

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After the first load, Emil is already sensitive, but hearing Seung-gil begging him spurs him onward, fucking deep into the smaller body until he can feel another coming. He groans out louder and grips tight onto Seung-gil as he comes enough again that it starts to drip back out again.

"Maybe- maybe you should do it anyway," he pants, blue eyes darkened with raw lust as he remains mostly seated to the hilt in the hot, slick confines of Seung-gil's ass. His weight shifts to one side and one hand hooks behind the knee against that leg to lever them both over and allow him to rest on his back with the other man over him. He no longer has much awareness of the party outside, or where they are in general, too wrapped up in Seung-gil himself. One hand wraps around his cock to stroke quickly and keep him at his peak.

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"Very well," Seung-gil said, smiling. He was very happy. Sex with Emil always made him happy. He watched as Emil turned onto his back, stroking his dick to get hard again.

While he did that, Emil rolled over and rubbed his face against his chest. "Furry," he murmured, smiling a little up at the other man.

Then the door opened, and closed, followed by a soft word that Seung-gil assumed was Italian. He propped his chin on one of Emil's pectorals to see Mickey staring at them wide-eyed. Pants partly undone.

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[And I'll go to one comment for both of them after this]

"Fottimi," he muttered, seeing his very naked best friend and Seung-gil Lee in bed.

He had come in here to escape the party that was quickly turning into an orgy. Not that he was against sex, he just didn't think an orgy was that great of time. Too many dicks. Mickey liked dick as much as any bi-guy, but there was such a thing as too much. He had gotten a blow job from Guang-hong while the Chinese Skater's boyfriend Leo watched. That was fun, but he wasn't interested in more two other partners at once. And Leo and Guang-hong weren't interested in him more than some voyeur play because they got giggly and lovely after Guang-hong swallowed his load.

"Uh, hey," he said. "Was anyone going to tell me this was going to turn into an orgy?"

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Emil, just settled down and comfortable again as he quickly readied himself for another round, jumped at the familiar sound of Michele's voice half-complaining in the doorway. He blinked over at the already rather flushed face of his friend, and part of him wants to draw the rumbled duvet over himself. It was too late though, and with one hand still resting on Seung-gil's bare side, Emil props himself up on one elbow and glances back at the door, hearing the chatter and giggling and moans here and there. Michele wasn't kidding when he said it was an orgy...

"Erm...I suppose a better question might be what you expected, coming to one of Christophe's get-togethers," he jokes half-heartedly. Then he adds, with a pointed look at Michele's undone pants, "are you at least having fun? I almost thought you would have left when it went this late."

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Mickey rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air, letting his jeans fall to his ankles, exposing yellow boxer briefs where his cock was starting to harden from the view of two very attractive, very naked men in front of him.

"I assumed his libido would have slowed down a bit, if anything it grew." He huffed out a breath. "I was offered a blow job, and Guang-hong's cute, who was I to say no? I came here to cool off before leaving."

Seung-gil sat up, stretched, and proceeded to run his hands through Emil's chest hair. "I wouldn't mind a threesome," he said as he pinched one of Emil's nipples. "And your underwear makes it look like you have a banana in there."

Mickey looked at Seung-gil, then to Emil. "What the hell, if you're interested, I'll join. When in Rome."

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Emil chuckled quietly, ruffling his fingers through Seung-gil's hair as he sat up to better chat with Mickey.

"I'm glad you're letting yourself get into it! You deserve to have some fun," he said, pausing as Seung-gil teased him and giving his ass a pinch in return for that to his nipple. He couldn't help but laugh at Seung-gil's joke, and at the sight of Mickey's pants puddled there on the ground.

"Come on then, you can choose what happens first if you want to. We're both pretty flexible on things, though Seung-gil is a very big fan of taking rather than giving."