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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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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..."

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."

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.

"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.

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.

"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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"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."

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."

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."

"When in Rome," Seung-gil said, continuing to tease Mickey.

"Orgies went out of fashion in Rome with the Empire," Mickey muttered, pulling off his shirt. He had retired from skating as well, but kept in shape. He had gotten a bit hairier across his chest since the last time Seung-gil saw the Italian naked (it was in the locker room after his last performance, the Italian coming out of the showers), a thin treasure trail. His pecs were bigger. He had gotten a bit heavier, not out of shape, but it was clear he wasn't as strict on himself as he was two years ago.

He took note of all the details as he continued to play with Emil's chest and Mickey took off his underwear and socks. He wiggled his butt to entice blond to do more than pinch it. Okay, nice dick. Uncut, like the both of them, the dark pink glans already peeking through. Longer than Emil's, but not as thick. Overall, comparable. He wanted it in his mouth. He wanted both of them in his mouth. And ass.

"I'm fine with that," Mickey said, climbing in and lowering his face to gently kiss Emil, then gave Seung-gil one as well. "I'm more of top, anyway."

"Spit roast me," Seung-gil suggested. "And make out while you do so."

"Bossy," Mickey commented.

Emil took a handful of Seung-gil's ass to squeeze when he wiggled it, then slid his hand up the man's back when Mickey came to meet the two of them and craned to meet the Italian's kiss. Part of him was a bit giddy at the chance to have both of them in bed with him, remembering just how into Michele he had been when they were all still on the ice professionally. How exciting, to have this chance now.

"It's good for at least one of us to be sure of what they want," he pointed out, sitting up finally and settling his free hand against Mickey's side. He really was terribly handsome, and had grown further into his looks the way all of them had. His body had a healthy softness to it that fit the way he'd changed as a person.

"I have no real preference, I just like to make my partners happy. Would you give me the chance to do that?" He turned those big cornflower blue eyes up on Mickey as that hand retreated from the man's side, down to the base of his cock, cradling it between his thumb and forefinger. He licked his lips, and glanced back at Seung-gil meaningfully. They could both do this, before getting to work filling Seung-gil from both ends.

"You know you don't have to try that hard with me," Mickey said softly to Emil as the other man took him by the base. He was fully hard now, his foreskin fully pulled back on its own, and already a tiny pearl of precum was forming at the tip. He always had an eager dick. He sucked in a breath, watching the two beneath him communicate with a look.

Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Emil was thinking, and the thought alone made his cock twitch. Then Seung-gil nodded and leaned in, taking one of his balls into his mouth.

"Cazzo," he murmured as Seung-gil suckled on his nut.

While Emil had once left behind the idea of ever really having Michele's attention, he doesn't resent the change of heart on his friend's part. They both had to grow and change, and that, they had certainly done in the intervening years.

Emil's tongue rolled across his lower lip before he curled it around the head and his hand shifted back down to pull the foreskin taut, eyes up on Mickey's face as he descended. His free hand slid up the back of Seung-gil's neck into his hair again and tugged gently. He had a very clear mental image of what he wanted, they just needed to work Mickey up enough to come between them, and specifically between their mouths.

Letting Emil guide him, Seung-gil lets Mickey's ball pop out of his mouth. He knew what the other man wanted, but he was impatient. Mickey had a nice dick. He pressed his lips to Emil's fingers at the base, then licked his way up to the head.

He didn't put it in his mouth. He wanted to, but he was going to let Emil have the honor of licking up precum starting to drip down Mickey's shaft.

Emil pauses briefly in his mouthing of Mickey's cock to steal a kiss, lips and tongue moving to tempt him into this the same way that he tended to try and get Seung-gil to do most things, gently and with the promise of better to come. Emil was probably the only one to ever really get away with such things.

The moment he draws back from it, his tongue instead drags around and around the head of Mickey's cock, before he sucks and bobs halfway down, staying there while he swallows the first dribbles of precum. Saliva floods his mouth when he opens back up and tilts his head again to mouth down the shaft and give Seung-gil a turn.

Mickey puts his hands on their heads, burying fingers into soft blond and silky black, and let out a low groan as the two younger men worked him. The hair of Emil's beard scratched pleasantly against his thigh. "Fuck," he murmured, watching their tongues and mouths on his length.

He didn't think he had ever been so hard.

The harder Mickey becomes, the easier he is for the two of them to drag their mouths over in two places. Emil trades places with Seung-gil so that their Korean partner can mouth and suck at the head of his cock, while Emil does the same at his balls. His facial hair scrapes and tickles, thicker than anything that Seung-gil can manage or that Mickey wants to. He groans deep in his throat and starts to stroke himself once more in anticipation.

Once Emil pulls off, Seung-gil takes his place, taking Mickey just as deep as Emil did, them pulls up to the tip, swirling his tongue around the flared edge of the glans, making Mickey swear in Italian.

He pops off, gives it a little lick then licks down the side of his shaft, then back up. Up and down, getting that side of Mickey's dick was wet as he could.

The moment that he feels Seung-gil pulling off and sliding down again, Emil lifts back up to take his place, ensuring that Mickey is never wanting for a mouth around the head of his cock for long. His head bobs and his throat works, swallowing down the precum as it bubbles up.

"Is it good, Mickey?" he murmurs when he pulls back for breath, looking back up at the man once more.

"Si, so good," Mickey said. "Fuck, it's so hot watching the two of you."

It was so hot, two beautiful men on his dick. He stroked their hair, violet eyes dark with arousal and affection. For Emil at least. He was very fond of Emil, his best friend. He knew Emil was attractive, had seen him naked in the showers, and had occasionally accidentally pictured him while he masturbated.

Seung-gil, he respected, was attracted to, but they didn't really mesh. They could exist comfortably with each other, and, well, he was more than okay with sex with the other man.

Having sex with Emil was more complicated. Later, he'd have to reassess how he feels about it, but right now, he's enjoying the double blow job. "You, fuck, want me to cum?"

"Very much," Emil assures him, before returning to running his tongue around the head then down the length of the shaft still held in his hand and glistening wet. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to Mickey's stomach, relishing this time to get to touch and borderline worship his friend the way he had imagined doing every now and then when he still had it so bad for the man and his sister. Emil had stepped back from the emotions of it, focusing himself on the less emotionally heavy parts of his life, and intended to just take this for what it was. It would probably never be more than this, just like his relationship with Seung-gil wasn't particularly romantic, but they were friends, they had fun, and they appreciated each other very much.

Michele was a complicated spot for Emil. This was more simple. And he really wanted to see what Mickey looked like when he came.

Seung-gil heard Mickey suck in a breath, looked up to see Emil kissing his stomach. He felt Mickey's fingers tighten in his hair as he bobbed up and down his cock.

"Then," the Italian man began. "Both of you, on the head, make out around me?"

Well, Seung-gil had no objection to that suggestion.

Emil turned his eyes up to Mickey again, then gave him an easy smile before bowing his head down to butt it against Seung-gil's, hoping to draw him into a kiss before they moved to do exactly that, with tongues and lips pressed together around Mickey's cock. He'd been imagining this from the moment his friend had first approached the two of them, and the idea of using it to make Mickey come is immensely attractive to him.

Emil was complicated for Mickey too. They'd probably have to sit down and talk about this at some point. Or not. It might be just a sex thing. Mickey wasn't in the habit of having 'just sex' things. He had one night stands, but far less than some others might.

"Cazzo," he said again. "That's it, so pretty, the two of you."

He was leaking precum pretty hard now, cock throbbing, balls starting to draw closer to his body as his orgasm started to rise.

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