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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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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."

Emil grunts at Mickey maneuvering him, and he laughs into the kiss. Well, as long as he doesn't mind, then far be it from Emil to turn him down.

"I hope the girls are having as much fun," he quips, imagining that Sara and Mila have long since wandered off to find something a little less sweaty to do. His ears perk up a bit to hear Phichit in the next room, but he wouldn't dare drag him away from his best friend.

"Oh I know Chris won't care, but I like being clean," he points out with an easy smile.

Seung-gil sees Mickey make a face at the mention of the girls, probably not wanting to imagine her getting up to anything.

"Well, we could clean you up," Seung-gil offers, already lowering his head to Emil's chest, running his tongue over a line of cum he's pretty sure is his. Then he shifts to one he knows is Mickey's. Okay, yeah, there's a bit of taste difference. Looked like Mickey ate more veggies. He licked up, not minding the texture of body hair on his tongue, up to Emil's left pectoral, and then started again.

He felt rather than heard Mickey join in the cleaning.

Emil squirms a little under the sensation of the tongue dragging up his body. Even though it would take him a little time to get worked up enough for another round, it was still highly erotic to watch Seung-gil licking his way up the hard muscle of his torso to get a good taste of the different streaks of cum. Mickey's would taste more similar to Emil's, both of their diets being more balanced than Seung-gil's.

He was surprised to feel a second tongue on him, and tilted his head to watch as the pair shared in the task. He would still want a shower later, he knew that, but he could put that off in favor of this kind of debauchery for a while.

"Mmh, you both spoil me," he chuckles, laying his head back on the pillow with one arm under his head, his hand coming to rest on top of Mickey's head and his fingers curled affectionately through short-cropped hair.

This was more fun than he expected. He wasn't in love the way Emil's wiry body hair felt on his tongue, but licking up cum from someone's body was something he had always wanted to try.

Plus, the way it made Emil squirm a bit was very rewarding. Pulling back, and leaning into the touch on his head, Mickey looked over his side of Emil, found they had gotten most of it, with Seung-gil greedily licking up the last bit. He caught the Korean man's eyes, nodded towards Emil's chest. Seung-gil nodded back, and the two of them attached their mouths to their friend's nipples. Sucking and nipping at them in tandem.

Going a bit further, Mickey reached down, taking Emil's soft cock in hand, beginning to tug on it. Yeah, they were going to spoil this man rotten.

Emil sucked in a soft breath at the sudden feeling of mouths at his chest, tongue and teeth rolling over them until they start to grow perked and sensitive. His back arches when Mickey's hand wraps around him.

"Ah- S-sakra..." He can feel himself hardening under his friend's grasp, especially with as sensitive as he still was after that short amount of downtime.

Oh yes, this was good, Seung-gil thought as his hand joined Mickey's at Emil's groin, cupping his balls and palming them as he and Mickey worked the other man over. Once Emil was hard, he pulled off.

"I want fucked again," he said. "You both interested in fucking me?"

Mickey moaned around Emil's nipple, before pulling off. "You sure you can take both?"

"Yes," he said.

Emil takes a long, slow breath and sits up, licking his lips as he regards them both, then nods and looks to Mickey.

"How do you want to do this?" he asks, figuring that they could sit as they had before, shaft to shaft, and let Seung-gil guide it as he wanted, though he worries that the stretch may hurt more than they could work around that quickly.

"Start with one, get me really going, and then add the second." He looked between the two men, then patted Emil's thigh. "You first since you're thicker, I'll straddle you like Mickey just did, then I'll lean forward and Mickey can put his in, then we can sit up if you want."

He figured that'd be the best way to do it. Slower than just sitting on them both at once, but this way he could ease into that stretch.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Mickey said, scooting up to grab the lube. "Might want to add some more lube on Emik's dick and your hole, just make it easier."

Seung-gil smiled. "Of course."

Emil nods with a small sound and sits up reaching for the lube. Sure they had spit and cum between them all, but it wouldn't be enough to do this. He holds a hand out for Mickey to squirt a good amount info his palm, and first hooks that hand under Seung-gil to rub in around his hole, pushing a little in with his fingers and stroking along his taint in a brief tease, before taking hold of his own cock once more and starting to slather himself over.

"Alright..." He sits back with his weight on one hand, holding himself still with the other to let Seung-gil ease himself down onto his cock again, groaning quietly at the slick heat. "Move and get ready. Mickey, try to feel with your fingers. If they can fit in, then you can lube up and go next."

Nodding, Mickey got behind Seung-gil and watched as the Korean man sunk down on Emil's dick. He bit his lip as Seung-gil fully took his best friend's cock balls deep. "Shit," he breathed out. "That's hot."

Seung-gil had an unfairly nice ass.

He took another breath, covered his fingers in lube and scooted closer, watching Seung-gil bounce on Emil's dick. He traced his fingers down the cleft of Seung-gil's ass, teasing his stretched hole. "Fuck, this is hot."

"Mmmhmm," Seung-gil hummed.

Edited 2025-07-10 12:42 (UTC)

Emil smiles almost sleepily as he watches Seung-gil, comfortable in the familiar feeling of being deep in the smaller man's body. He strokes briefly along Seung-gil's dick when slides his hands back to take hold of his toned, pale ass and give it an easy squeeze. His grip tightens and he lifts Seung-gil up halfway off his cock to give Mickey a moment to really work his fingers in just for a moment.

"I love when he gets so excited to be on top of me," he nearly purrs, watching Seung-gil's face and pumping his hips up so that he was the one moving instead of his Korean lover.

"You're very handsome, and I really like your body." He trailed his hand through Emil's chest and stomach hair, admiring how strong it was.

"He does have nice body," Mickey agreed, peeking over Seung-gil's shoulder to look at Emil's body. He felt Mickey's finger enter him and he let out a sigh. "Dang-yeonhi geuleohji," he muttered. "Oh, that's good."

He felt another finger go in, really stretching him out. Mickey wasn't super thick, but thicker than two fingers. He bounced a little, getting used to the girth of what he had in him. "One more," he told Mickey. "One more than give me your cock."

Emil's pace slows to give Mickey more leeway to use his fingers and stretch open Seung-gil enough to be able to join him. He holds on to keep the other mostly still while still fucking up into him, sighing softly at the added sensation of the knuckles that rub right up against the underside of his shaft.

"I certainly wouldn't want to be unfit for someone so pretty," he replies. He meets Mickey's eye when the other man peers over Seung-gil's shoulder. "I do feel rather spoiled, with both of you..."

"Yeah, well, I think we're spoiling each other," Mickey said, and then turned to nip at Seung-gil's ear. "Right now we're spoiling this one more."

"I deserve it," Seung-gil said, making Mickey snort as he added the third finger. Fuck, it was tight inside of Seung-gil. He fucked his fingers in the other man for a bit, along side Emil's cock. His cock was going to be in there soon, rubbing against Emil's. Wouldn't be the first time tonight, but still, the idea of their pricks rubbing against each other in Seung-gil's tight ass? Made is cock throb with anticipation.

"Ready?" he asked the Korean man.

"Yes," Seung-gil said, leaning down to kiss Emil. Taking a breath, Mickey removed his fingers and liberally coated his cock with lube, before pressing it against Seung-gil's already stretched hole and began to push in. Seung-gil shifted his hips, and the head of Mickey's dick popped in, making Mickey gasp and Seung-gil whine against Emil's mouth.

"Fuck," Seung-gil said. "That's it, nice and slow."

"You got it."

Emil starts to laugh at Seung-gil's confidence. His hands run up the smaller man's body and draw him down into a kiss, groaning against his lips and holding him there as Mickey finally eased in.

While he had previously rubbed their cocks together in his hands, nothing could prepare him for the tightness of sharing Seung-gil's ass with his best friend's cock. He whines softly against Seung-gil's mouth and his fingers press into pale skin once more as he holds on. It's only when he can feel Mickey's balls start to nudge up against his own that he arranges his legs as if to get into a scissoring position, curling them around Mickey's back.

"Go down all the way," he instructs quietly, the flush once more returning to his face and neck. "You move when you're ready."

He feels so full, and the stretch of having both Emil and Mickey inside of him feels good, a little too much, but a good too much. Soon enough, he's ready to move, albeit slowly. Up and down, up and down the two cocks in him.

"Sit up," he said. "Let's sit up so I can both of you better."

He can feel Mikey's breath against his neck, as pushes him pack, pulling Emil up.

"Like before?" he hears Mickey say to Emil, "One leg over, one under?"

"Like before," Emil confirms, and sits up comfortably as close as he can to both Mickey and Seung-gil. His hands fall away from the Korean man's body and instead move to find Mickey's hands and take hold of them. He peers over Seung-gil's shoulder to look back at Mickey with his blue eyes darkened and blown out with pleasure.

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