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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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Thanks to gravity, this position lets Seung-gil sink the last few centimeters on their dicks, and it's amazingly tight. He can feel his balls rubbing against Emil's, their shafts throbbing together, and of course, how tight Seung-gil is around him.

"Better?" he asked Seung-gil, who had wrapped his arms around Emil's shoulders, face pressed against his neck.

"Yes," he said, voice shaky. "So full."

He put a hand on Seung-gil's shoulder, gave an experimental roll of his hips, making the Korean moan. "Fuck yes," Seung-gil moaned. "Fuck me." And then some other words in Korean that were so soft and muffled Mickey couldn't catch them. He rubbed the other man's shoulder and looked at Emil, finding the other man already looking at him. God, he looked beautiful, his blue eyes almost dark like that. Mickey guessed his purple eyes were probably blown out like that too. He smiled and leaned in, kissing Emil softly as Seung-gil began to move his body, fucking himself on their cocks, moaning softly, apparently too blissed out to notice anything else at the moment.

"This has to be the hottest night of my life," he said to Emil. "Glad I'm sharing it with you."

Emil's blush intensifies just at the words, the kiss accompanying it feeling like coming home. He leans into it even as Seung-gil's shoulder bumps up against the underside of his chin.

"Can't wait to do even more," he replies with a thoroughly planked smile, watching Mickey for a few long seconds before he presses his feet into the bed again and starts to rock up with every push down onto both of their cocks. It rubs him up against Mickey as much as it stretches out Seung-gil, and the sensation is enough to start creeping him toward orgasm again. He keeps one hand on Mickey, and another comes to rest against the side of Seung-gil's neck as he draws him into another deep kiss, turned just enough so that Mickey can watch.

Seung-gil wants more. Wants to feel them both cum inside of him, feel their cocks thicken at the point of orgasm and stretch him out even more.

He's never felt so good. Both dicks in him stroking his insides as they fuck him, not in perfect time with each other, but almost. Emil's dick was the one hitting his prostate, or rather, the shaft just rubbing against it. When the Czech man draws him into a kiss, he throws one arm over Mickey to make sure he doesn't feel left out. Once Emil breaks away, he twists to kiss Mickey.

"Close," he murmurs. "Fuck, it's so fast."

Seung-gil's body twists to share in the kiss, and Emil takes the opportunity to mouth his way up the man's neck to his ear. He continues to roll and thrust up into the tight confines of Seung-gil's body and feel the head of Mickey's cock rubbing along his shaft with every movement. It's better than frotting, even without a lot of freedom of movement.

"Keep going," he pants against Seung-gil's neck, and wraps one arm around Seung-gil, the other reaching to cling to Mickey His nerves are absolutely singing as he comes closer with every thrust down onto their two cocks, and he can feel himself spilling over the edge in heavy pulses that he wouldn't have thought possible after having already shot multiple loads that night.

Everything was on fire in the best ways possible. "No way I'm stopping," he got out after letting go of Mickey's mouth.

Mickey let out a whine. "Close!" he managed to get out, then, "Oh shit!" when they both felt Emil start to cum. That seemed to set Mickey off, as Seung-gil could feel his cock throb and begin to spill into him.

Seung-gil kept going. He was so close, the sounds they were making were obscenely hot. One, two more rolls of his hips and he cried out, spilling his load between him and Emil.

He could feel the cum dripping back out as Seung-gil fucked himself on both of their cocks, the slick noises nearly drowned out by their moans. Emil leans forward against Seung-gil with his face tucked against the man's neck with half-focused eyes rolled up to look at Mickey. He pants softly with a goofy-looking little smile on his face.

"Mmmh..." Briefly he can't quite speak up clearly, so he simply murmurs his praise and kisses the side of Seung-gil's neck.

"Okay," Mickey said after a few moments of the three of them not moving, just trying to catch their breaths. "That was the most intense orgasm of my life.

Seung-gil chuckled softly, lifting his hands to stroke both of the other men's hair. "I think I'm done getting fucked for the foreseeable future," he said, shifting a bit, making Mickey squirm a little. "But you're welcome to stay like this for a bit longer."

Mickey shifted. "So, um, how do you feel about, you know, us, cleaning you up?" he asked, feeling his face go hot. He doubted Emil would mind the idea, since he literally had his tongue up Seung-gil's ass. "You know, eating you out."

Seung-gil shrugged. "I don't see why not. I'm just done taking cock in my ass for tonight, I think."

Emil's eye opens and he looks back up at Mickey, smiling sleepily. He wants to go and shower, but he likes the idea of watching Mickey cleaning Seung-gil up as well.

"You're definitely going to need some time to recover," he says thoughtfully, before wrapping his arms around Seung-gil's waist and slowly, gingerly easing back out of him. He can feel the loads dripping back out, warm and slick on his softening member. "I've had your ass all to myself for this long, I think it's Mickey's turn." He's ceding the chance at tonguing Seung-gil clean to Mickey, and thinking about starting the shower so that he could start to wash up before they had to change the bedding. After all, as much as he knows that Chris doesn't particularly mind them fucking in his house, he probably wouldn't appreciate having to wash so many absolutely rank sets of sheets all on his own.

Seung-gil is of the opinion that if Chris wanted an orgy, he probably should be ready to take care of the washing. But whatever, it's not like he's capable of moving much at the moment.

He gave a soft whine when Emil pulled out, followed by Mickey leaving him as well, but he's put on his front and Mickey's tongue is almost immediately on him. It was a nice little bit of aftercare, he decided, especially after taking both of them. It was more fun than the last time he tried that. Probably because he liked Emil more than the other two men.

He peeked over his shoulder at Mickey, who was making good work cleaning him up. Seung-gil wasn't going to be able to get it up for another round right now, but Mickey was coming very close to making it happen. He looked over to Emil. "You're going to have to carry me to the shower."

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