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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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[ 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. ]

It's...

[ He Ming tilts his head down, resting it on King's shoulder for support as fingers brush over his sensitive entrance. He shivers. ]

It's good... should've brought some lube, though, mm.

[ It's going to sting and hurt a bit, unfortunately, but he can handle it. ]

I thought we would make it back home.

[Though that was a silly thought to have, Jun egging them on or no. More often than not they ended up entangled somewhere with each other, and while King wasn't opposed to public sex, he did like the convenience of a bedroom where everything needed was on hand. He kissed He Ming apologetically as he slipped in one digit, murmuring against his mouth.]

I'll make it up to you later. Besides, look at how much our new friend likes it.

[Because it hadn't escaped King's notice when Jun had started to palm himself. It was a bit surprising, because he would have thought Jun would have just been content with watching, but it seemed like he was full of surprises.]

It's not a bad show.

[ Since he can hear both of them and keep a (psychic) ear out for interruptions at the same time, he can balance the physical stimulation and his attention. As his cock hardens in his pants, Jun sucks in a quiet breath through his teeth. ]

[ He Ming would prefer to be better than not bad, but Jun has the advantage of him being too distracted to complain. ]

Ah, King, King. [ He's struggling to adjust, shivering against King's chest as rough skin slides through his entrance and rubs against his sensitive insides. ]

When you touch me like that... I feel like I can't breathe.

['Not a bad show' almost sounded like a compliment from the sour looking man, and King just shot him a quick grin before turning his attention back to He Ming. He wasn't going to get offended yet, considering the show hadn't really even begun.

And He Ming may have a few negative traits, but being unresponsive or a displeasure to watch wasn't one of them. He turned back to his friend with a fond smile, pressing light kisses against He Ming's neck as he rocked his finger in and out of him. Talk about an ego boost.]

What are you going to do if I touch you more then?

[ He's got no plans to finish, especially not in his pants (gross). But he's not opposed to enjoying himself while King and his weird friend go well past third base on a couch in the club.

With a quiet sigh, Jun rubs his palm against himself firmly. ]

Hmm—mm... [ Whining and wiggling, He Ming continues putting on his version of a show as he begins to adjust to the dry friction. He can take it, even if it's uncomfortable, and the rush of attention is too good to give up. ]

I'm going to get so hard. So I'm gonna need you to fuck me, after that, make up for it...

[It was difficult to keep track of both Jun's movements as he rubbed against his own hand, eyes dark, and He Ming who was writhing on his lap, both of them calling for his full attention. King was a bit greedy sometimes, when it came to moments like this, and he didn't want to miss anything either one of them did, but people weren't built to be multitaskers. So he'd take care of He Ming first.

He slid in another finger, tipping his gaze up to watch He Ming as he spoke, lips slick and plump from their kisses.]

If you keep that up, I'll just have to fuck you here.

[With Jun keeping guard and King's luck, he was sure they'd be fine.]

Have you done that before?

[ It seems risky. It also seems, well, stupid. But hot enough that Jun isn't complaining or telling them to stop yet. ]

[ Squirming on King's fingers, flushed and strained, he only flashes him another smile when King speaks. ]

You know I wouldn't mind.

[ He sighs and breathes out, relaxing even more, letting King's knuckles push a bit deeper. ]

Hm, I haven't done it out in the open like this before. Not exactly. King?

Not really, but there's a first time for everything, right?

[King shot Jun a smirk over He Ming's shoulder, turning to look back up at He Ming. He Ming was definitely his most pliant and agreeable lover, and King was sure He Ming would get off to being watched as much as he would for King's cock. And King couldn't deny the risk of getting caught was enough to get his blood pumping as much as He Ming opening up to his fingers.]

If no one's objecting then-

[He helped pull He Ming's pants down further before letting his fingers slip out to undo his own pants, pulling He Ming down into a filthy kiss. They'd done this enough times he was sure He Ming would get impatient and line them up properly, but until then he was going to tease the head of his cock along He Ming's pert ass.]

[ No objections from Jun, he's still touching himself and watching, and not hearing anyone coming towards the lounge. It's a quieter night than usual. ]

Go on.

[ A hiss of breath escapes through his teeth when he sees He Ming and King exposed, about to go at it right here and right now. ]

No problems from my end. [ No problems except the fact that he's not fully prepared. Well, he doesn't care about that. All He Ming cares about is the heat of King's cock brushing between his legs, tantalizing and all too tempting. ]

Mm— [ Pouting, he reaches back, and as expected, guides King's cock into himself without waiting. He squeezes tight for a few seconds, struggling until he breathes out and is able to wiggle downwards and take him in bit by bit. ]

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