drear | venus, planet of love

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venus, planet of love

[ After a few parties together, and a few more nights and days together, He Ming would say he knows King well now. They're definitely friends. You can't sleep with someone that many times and not be friends!

So when he sees King at one of his usual bars, He Ming's not shy at all about approaching him and slinging himself all over his side. The room is flashing with lights towards the dance floor, but on the second floor where they are, near the balcony, they can actually hear each other talk. He Ming did have friends he came with, but they're off... somewhere, He Ming doesn't know. He just knows where King is, and that he's warm and comfy. ]

Kiiiing, are you busy? You're not busy, right? Come and take some shots with me.

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[ At the show of pleasantries King is giving them, Jun nearly rolls his eyes. He can tell King still wants him. Not for his abilities, or anything all that specific, but because he's physically attracted and seems more amused than turned off by his attitude.

On the other hand, He Ming seems easier to guide. Jun looks from King to He Ming, gaze lingering on him. ]

...I'll play nice. [ He'll play along. Jerking his chin at a bead curtain closing off the VIP section, he makes a suggestion. ] But I'd prefer a quieter place.

Okay... [ He starts responding to King, but he returns to looking at Jun with big, warm eyes when he speaks again. ] Oh, okay!

[ Agreeable, comfortable, He Ming turns just enough to look up at King and wrap his arms in a tight squeeze around his waist. ]

You can get us in there, right? It'll be more private.

[It's a little suspicious that Jun was being so agreeable, and the caveat he presented only made it more apparent. He had to wonder if Jun was going to get bored and disappear as soon as he figured out how King worked his magic, but if he hadn't figured it out at the casino or mahjong parlor, he probably wasn't going to get it right now.

He shot He Ming a small look, as if He Ming should know better but he would indulge this anyway, he nodded, extracting himself from his arms and immediately missing the warmth.]

Sure sure. Wait here.

[It doesn't take any luck, just a bribe and their names are on the list. Beaming, he turned back to the two of them, waving them over.]

[ While King is off getting them into the VIP room, Jun keeps sipping his own drink. He can tell that He Ming still wants to talk to him. Thankfully it's not long before King gestures at them to come over. ]

Do you do this a lot? [ He jerks his head at King. ] Be that guy's wingman.

[ He Ming doesn't even protest Jun's description, and he just laughs. ]

Sometimes! You could be nicer to him, you know.

[ As they enter the room, He Ming is quick to sling his arms around King and take advantage of the relative privacy to nudge him onto a couch. ]

What were you guys talking about? Me?

[King sounded far too pleased with himself, and while he was a bit put out no one seemed surprised he could get them into the VIP area, he would accept He Ming's physical affection as a consolation prize. He settled down on the couch and pulled He Ming down with him, trying to look as innocent as possible.]

Wouldn't you like that.

[ Jun hovers near the couch for a few seconds before finding himself a seat on another section of it. ]

Can we get more drinks in here?

[ God knows he needs more alcohol to deal with this. ]

We weren't talking about anything...

[ Laughing softly, He Ming rolls over King and onto his lap, nuzzling behind one of his ears.

King's also going to have to answer the question, because He Ming is getting busy kissing his throat and neck. ]

I would.

[King said seriously, pausing as if to wait for the praise that wasn't going to come, expression dissolving into laughter once He Ming started necking him.]

I think it's your turn to get drinks! We'll be here.

[Because King had little interest in getting up from his spot if He Ming was feeling affectionate, and friendship should go both ways, right?]

[ Jun's face twists in distaste, though half of it is in jest. He'd expected this since they first came up to him. ]

Fine.

[ Of course he's going to ask to put it on King's tab, but he does slip out of the room to find one of the floor managers to come back up with a tray of tequila shots and a couple of beers. ]

[ He Ming had been feeling King up enthusiastically even while Jun was there, so of course the moment he leaves he takes the step of sliding his hand up under his shirt and caressing his side. ]

Now that we have some privacy... [ Grinning against his mouth, he nudges him with a movement of his hips. ]

You don't think you'll make our new friend jealous?

[Still, King was more than obliging, opening up his legs and pressing in closer to kiss He Ming, unhurried and deep.

When he heard Jun return, he broke away for a moment to smack at He Ming's hip to get him to move.]

Drinks and Jun are back. Behave.

[ Jun isn't at all surprised to see He Ming right on top of King when he gets back, but he is somewhat surprised that King tells him to get off. ]

I didn't say you had to stop.

[ He Ming lets his eyelids hang heavy, feeling the resulting tingle of King's kiss and heat surging through his body when they break apart. ]

Okay...

[ He's starting to slide off of his lap when he hears Jun say something surprising. His eyebrows shoot up, but a smile quickly follows and he returns to wrapping his arms around King's shoulders. ]

You don't mind watching? Maybe you can join in.

Ooooh.

[King beamed, pleased by this turn of events as he wrapped his arms around He Ming in return, pressing an apologetic kiss to his neck. Then he reached around him to grab one of the drinks, saluting Jun with a grin.]

I'm fine with either. As our new friend, you get to make the choice.

[ A part of the risk he has to manage is the fact that they seem ready to get it on in such a public space. If he joins in, he'll doubtlessly also get into trouble if they're discovered. But... as soon as anyone gets close Jun will be able to notice as long as he keeps his head clear. And it's not like he has to get his hands dirty to enjoy things like this.

The benefits of being telepathic. ]

You two can get a head start.

You think we'll need it?

[ He Ming asks blithely, then also turns to get one of the beers with a giggle. He pops it open on the edge of the table, because fratboy habits die hard, and takes a long swig of it before holding it out of the way and leaning up to touch his nose to King's. ]

Mm... make out with me. For Jun.

I think he wants more than that.

[King shot Jun an assessing, knowing look, before turning back to He Ming, admiring the way that his throat worked as he swallowed down his beer. King slammed back most of his before he set it down carelessly on the floor, turning his attention back to He Ming as he leaned in.

Grinning, he wrapped his arms around He Ming's waist.]

I'll do it for you too.

[He closed the distance quickly, kissing He Ming deeply, hands roving up He Ming's shirt to get his fill of smooth skin.]

[ So maybe he does, but looks like King and He Ming are ready to give it to him. Jun makes himself comfortable in a reclined chair, crossing his legs at the ankles to watch as they get down to business. ]

[ A shiver runs up He Ming's back, a rush of excitement that is partially from his ability to feel what King feels. And his own like for this kind of intimacy, to, has him breathing heavily and moaning into the kiss. ]

Nn, yes, yes. [ He squeezes King's upper arms and uses his teeth to tug at his lower lip. ] Do me. For me. And for you...

[There's a swell of affection and a healthy dose of something else when King grins as He Ming tugs insistently on his lower lip. Most likely if they get into anything too heavy, they'll get kicked out, but that was part of the thrill.

He stuck two fingers into He Ming's mouth, laughing.]

If you're so eager, help me get you ready then.

[ The rush of their emotions, their thoughts, and knowing what they look like to each other from so close up all fill Jun's senses. He can block them off, but rather than walling himself into isolation like he tends to in public, he lets them affect him.

Slowly his own physical arousal begins to rise in response. ]

Mm'kay. [ A bit slurred and incomprehensible, He Ming nonetheless verbaly and physically obliges. He smiles around his fingers for a moment before pressing his head down and begins to suck and drool on them. ]

Ahh—um— [ He pulls off once they're wet and squeezes his knees against his sides. ]

That's good enough, right?

It's your call.

[But He Ming never complained no matter how wet or dry he was, which was one of the greatest things about him as a lover. He was energetic, flexible, and always available. If King had any backing in psychology he might have worried he had a sex addiction, but as far as he was concerned, He Ming was just in touch with his base desires and there was nothing wrong about that.

He went back to kissing him deeply as he ran his fingers down lightly along He Ming's spine, brushing against his entrance teasingly.]

You tell me if it's good.

[ In this VIP area, they might have the benefit of the VIP status, but Jun's sure that if anyone sees them they'll be kicked out. Jun keeps that in mind even while he allows himself to touch himself, rubbing a palm against the front of his pants slowly. ]

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