swan_forest | Reunion

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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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Seung-gil hummed into the kiss he shared with Emil, sharing Mickey's load with him. "Hot," he murmured before the Italian sat down heavily.

"I'm fine," Mickey said, putting his hands behind his head. He had a dopey smile on his face, which Seung-gil found oddly cute.

Pouting a little, Seung-gil crawled over, kissing Mickey, shoving his tongue down the other's throat, making him grunt in surprise. "We don't need him relaxed," he said to Emil. "We want him revved and ready to go." He looked down at Mickey's cock. "We should get him hard, put in me that way he'll have some distraction before he takes your thick cock, Emil."

"I've bottomed before," Mickey said. "But whatever, don't to argue about that plan."

"You want him excited, I want him to be able to take it without it hurting so he might be inclined to go longer and harder," Emil teases, watching Seung-gil with a soft smirk as he presses easygoing kisses along the back of Mickey's neck to his shoulder. The arm over the Italian's shoulders stretches down far enough for him to fondle and gently pinch a nipple, at the same time that his finger prods at the tight ring of his ass. "Hand me the lube, would you beautiful?" he says to Seung-gil, ever willing to lightly stroke the other's ego.

Mickey let out a snort of laughter. "I haven't gone all the way soft," he said, warm amusement in his voice. Yeah, he had gone a bit soft, and was currently at half mast.

Seung-gil crawled around them, getting the lube, looking pleased with the beautiful comment. Which was fair, Seung-gil was one of the most beautiful men he's ever seen. Not his type normally. He was more into more outgoing men, probably because he knew he was a bit wound tight.

A soft moan escaped him as Emil pinched his nipple. He leaned in, pressed a kiss to Emil's bearded cheek. "To make him happy, let's make it quick."

Seung-gil is certainly one of the prettiest men in their circle, and he is clearly well aware of it. Emil is taken with him for more than just that, but he would never deny that it was part of the man's charm.

Emil's heart, in spite of everything, does still rest with Mickey. He'd long since abandoned his active attempts to engage the man on anything more than a friendly level, at least until now, and even then he doubts it will ever be more than this. He wants to think that he'll be okay with that. At the very least, he knows this will be an enjoyable night, and it starts with that bottle of lube.

"What is the largest you've taken?" he asks curiously as he's sliding one slick finger in up to the second knuckle, working it in easy passes as the heel of his hand rolls against the other's balls. "When we were with Phichit he needed time to adjust, but Seung-gil here is used to me."

Seung-gil, for his part, is extremely fond of Emil. Mickey is annoying most of the time, but he has mellowed out since finding out Seung-gil didn't want to sleep with his sister and would, obviously, rather sleep with him.

"You're not that different from Phichit," Seung-gil said, taking hold of Emil's prick as the other man began to finger Mickey. "You're both about the same size," he said, reaching over to stroke Mickey as Emil played with his balls. "About the same weight," he continued, stroking them in time. "Emil's just thicker and Mickey's longer."

Mickey snorted out a laugh-moan. "Biggest I've had was, I think, almost fifteen centimeters. We didn't measure aside form frotting."

Mickey had never been annoying to Emil really, but then again it was extremely hard to actually annoy the Czech in general, as patient and enthusiastic as he was about everything and everyone that gave him the time of day. Like an overly friendly dog excited just to be acknowledged and wagging with its whole body.

At the note about frotting, Emil briefly bites on his lip and withdraws his hands. He leans and murmurs a plan to Seung-gil, asking him to move closer to the center of the bed before following suit, sitting with his legs spread wide. He pulls at Michele's arm to bring him around in kind and gently shift him to sit there in between strong thighs where his cock juts up within easy reach of their lover.

"Come here, closer," he instructs Mickey, leaning across the gap between them to steal a brief kiss while they work on arranging their legs. The plan was to sit close enough, legs over one another's, so that Seung-gil could stroke them both together, while Emil still fingers and teases over Mickey until he was rock hard and ready for both of them.

Mickey is also very fond of Emil; he's his best friend after all. And they probably did need to talk about this later. Much later, because right now Mickey can barely think about anything but what's happening right now.

Getting what the Czech man was planning, Mickey scooted forward and let Emil do what he wanted with him. "You know he's going to blow us instead of jerk us off, right?" Mickey said drily, glancing at Seung-gil. "Or try to anyway." At this point, he was hard again, and Emil wouldn't need to try too hard to keep aroused.

"Don't give away all my plans," Seung-gil said, pouting. "But that's for later."

Emil chuckles quietly, leaning and kissing the corner of that pout. "I wouldn't say no to that, but I do still need to be able to get a hand in between," he points out, at the same time that a second finger, and soon enough a third have been eased into Mickey to give him more to stretch around and ready him. The other hand holds their shafts together and his stomach clenches in the surge of excitement that comes from just being able to do it at all.

"Oh, now there's another idea...Seung-gil, have you ever taken two at once? I can't imagine it's particularly easy, but I believe in you knowing your limits."

Mickey moans, and Seung-gil chases the kiss with another. "Fine," he said, reaching between the two men, wrapping his fingers around their shafts.

"I have taken two at once. They were similar in size to the two of you. I could do it, but it'll take some more prep." He kissed Emil again. "It'll be fun."

"I'm down," Mickey added. "But I want you first since you already got three fingers in me."

Emil smiles into the kiss, and cranes for another, then leans to nip at his ear.

"I can start that with my tongue if you like." After all, the mental image of having Mickey riding him while he ate Seung-gil out was such an enticing one. He looks back at Mickey again, giving him a quick wink. "Unless you would like to do the honors?"

"I think you should," Mickey said after a moment. "We can make out for you."

"I like that idea," Seung-gil said. "Besides, I like the beard more than a clean face."

"Well, there you go," Mickey said, kissing Emil. He rolls his hips back on Emil's fingers. "I'm ready for you."

"Excellent, my most beautiful and my most handsome," Emil nearly purrs, and before he lays himself back, he lays his free hand on the side of Mickey's neck and draws him into a softer, more affectionate kiss, pink across the face at the pleasure of the simple act.

Then he draws a pillow close enough to lay his head and shoulders back on it and withdraws his fingers from Mickey's ass to instead wrap them around his dick and stroke it, until he can feel legs on either side of his hips. He steadies his cock, and at the same time wraps an arm around the closest bit of Seung-gil he can reach. He would be comfortable while they did this, and he was as eager as ever to do what each of them wanted.

Both men preened at the compliments.

Then Mickey takes the lube, drizzles a little on Emil's dick, then throws his legs over his hips. He takes a breath, forces his hole to relax, and begins to sink down on Emil's cock. It had been a while since he bottomed, a year or so, and he had forgotten how good it felt to get stretched out like this. Emil was pretty thick, and it felt so good. "Cuzzo," he swore as he bottomed out.

He looked over, saw that Seung-gil had planted his pretty ass on Emil's face. He kind of wished Seung-gil was facing the other way, Seung-gil did have a nice ass, and seeing Emil's tongue going up it would have been hot, but seeing his flushed face and hard cock bobbing was a pretty good subsitute.

As soon as Seung-gil was settled in, Emil tipped his head back and let the saliva flood over his tongue, then ran it in slow sweeps across the hole he'd already fucked open. Between his tongue and a finger, he would be easy enough to relax and open back up. His breath shudders across the pale skin of the other's ass as Mickey comes to rest astride his hips. Privately he wonders what it would feel like the other way around, if Mickey might like to switch later; Emil almost never got the chance to bottom, and there aren't many he could imagine giving that to.

He can't exactly speak up from this position, instead planting his feet and rolling his hips up to gently encourage Mickey to move, at the same time that his arms loop around Seung-gil's thighs and encourage him to press down. It would do the double duty of keeping him from toppling forward too far as they moved in tandem.

Well, the way this night was going, everyone was going to fuck everyone at some point. Even Seung-gil might fuck someone, despite prefering to be the bottom, he wasn't going to turn down a willing ass.

He swore softly as Emil ate him out, that beard both soft and scratchy as he rode the Czech man's face. "Yes," he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. "Emil, God, you're so good at this."

Seung-gil opened his eyes, looking at Mickey, who was watching him as he bounced on Emil's cock. Leaning forward, he kissed the Italian man, who moaned into his mouth.

Emil had learned how to play Seung-gil's body when they saw each other more often, and it came back to him so easily now, like they'd barely spent any time apart. It made learning what Mickey liked a little easier, and from what he can tell, the Italian likes a kiss, to be held, to be toyed with. It makes Emil think that the two of them could probably spoon for hours and he could use his hands to play the man like a harp.

He chuckles against Seung-gil and prods in with his tongue as deep as he can get it. He could hear the muffling of their voices as they kissed above him, and it warms him all the more. His blush deepens from his cheeks down his neck and starting to bloom across his chest as he tongues and makes out with Seung-gil's hole, his beard almost certainly starting to rub little sensitive patches into the other's thighs.

Feeling like everything was on fire, Mickey moaned into Seung-gil's demanding mouth, letting the Korean man's tongue invade, sliding along his tongue.

He felt so full. Emil was pleasently thick, stretching him out every time he pushed himself down on his cock. He put his hands on his friend's furry chest to keep himself balanced.

It was a lot, and he had to pull back from Seung-gil's demanding mouth, swearing in Italian. "Emil," he moaned out, looking down, seeing his skin flush under his chest hair. "Oh." That was interesting. He didn't know people could flush all the way down to their chest. He gave Emil's pecs an experimental squeeze. Huh.

Seung-gil's hands found purchase on his shoulders, bringing his attention back to him. Well, who was he to deny the pretty man another kiss?

It wasn't often that he had cause to blush so deeply through so much of his body, but between the pleasure, the need, having the both of them riding him in their respective ways and maybe being just a little out of breath from keeping his mouth busy, he would be staying pink for a little while. Mickey's hands on his chest is such an interesting sensation too, bigger and stronger than Seung-gil or Phichit's. They were much more evenly matched in size, though Emil had packed on a fair amount more muscle over the years.

To give his tongue and jaw a break, Emil slides a finger into Seung-gil's ass more deeply than his tongue could reach, moving it in time with Mickey riding his cock. He cants his head and bites on the Korean man's right cheek gently, letting his beard and mustache tickle the pale skin.

"Faster, I'm getting close," he breathes."

Mickey moaned, feeling Emil's cock throbbing in him. Yeah, he could feel that Emil was getting close. So was he. Faster than he thought he would. Guess that's what threesomes did, turned everything up to eleven.

"Me too," he said, giving Emil's chest another squeeze.

He felt Seung-gil smirk against him, then moan as Emil did something to him. Probably shoved a finger into him.

Taking a breath, Mickey moved faster, sitting back to bounce hard and fast on Emil's cock. "Fuck, you feel so good!"

Emil pants hot and fast against Seung-gil's ass as his finger speeds up and presses over his prostate, milking it at the same pace that Mickey bounces off of his hips. He swears out loud in Czech, braces his feet against the mattress and pushes up hard into Mickey to meet him on the downstroke. The fingers of his free hand release from Seung-gil's thigh to instead find and fist his cock to quickly jerk him off as he and Mickey rapidly approached their climax.

"Keep going- k-kurva-!"

Seung-gil's starting to moan loudly now; whatever Emil was doing to him was getting to him. Good. Mickey didn't forget about that smirk. The Korean man would still cum last, but he wouldn't be far behind him and Emil.

"Fottimi," he panted. "Emil!" And then he came for the third time tonight, second with Emil and Seung-gil, covering more of Emil's body with white.

Emil's eyes roll back, half closed as he feels it starting to wash over him, the hot streaks of cum up his belly feeling like a brand. It was something he'd only let himself fantasize about, getting to do such things with Mickey, and the reality is as good as he could have hoped.

He shudders and spills deep in his friend's body, his hands stilling on Seung-gil until he can think to start again, frantically jerking him off as the last pulses of his orgasm taper off. The finger inside of Seung-gil withdraws and he goes back to work with his mouth, pushing his tongue in as deep as it will go.

Panting, Seung-gil pushed his hips back, wanting more, wanting that tongue as deep in him as it could go.

"Emil!" he moaned. "Emil, fuck!"

And he came, adding his load to Mickey's on Emil's hairy body, some hitting the Italian on his stomach.

Oversensitive, he rolled off of Emil's face and onto his back, breathing hard. Soon, Mickey was climbing off Emil and lying down next to him, so Seung-gil shifted so they all had their heads level on the pillow.

"Well, that was hot," Mickey said. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever had such an intense orgasm before."

Emil pants raggedly, his eyes closed at the prickles running up and down the length of his body. He's a mess, he's even rather exhausted, and he feels amazing. His muscles ping like cooling metal after a long time in the sun.

When Mickey finally speaks up, he can't help but laugh. As long as they were all satisfied, then he's happy.

After some time to cool down he turns and first kisses Seung-gil, then cranes to press a brief kiss to Mickey's forehead, unsure if he'd be willing to do more, considering where Emil's tongue had just been.

"If I go anywhere I'm going to make a mess," he points out with a small laugh. He was dripping with cum after all, and it would only stay in place with his body hair until he stood up.

Mickey makes a little annoyed noise, and pulls Emil into a proper kiss. He knows where that tongue's been, he's sure his tongue will end up Seung-gil's ass before the night's over.

"This house will smell like jizz before morning, if it doesn't already," he commented.

The sound of a very loud Yuri Katsuki moaning from the room next to theirs only confirms that. Mickey strains his ears, trying to guess who else is in there with him aside from Victor—it sounded like Phichit's soft laughter.

"I don't think Chris is going to care that much if we get his beds dirty. Besides, your loads are already leaking out of me."

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