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[ 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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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. ]

[King wasn't the type to need to be told twice. He smirked a bit smugly and triumphantly into the kiss with He Ming, before gasping loudly as he felt his friend sink down on his cock. It was torurously slow but the sweet heat and almost painful friction made him bite back a groan, his eyes fixed on He Ming's face. As good as this was for him, he wanted to make sure He Ming was still okay before he started pushing back.]

[ The heat of their thoughts washes over him, He Ming's desire so obvious that Jun feels it make the tips of his ears hot. It's almost too strong. King is just as horny, though, and Jun lets both of their emotions mix as he groans quietly, rubbing his cock with his palm. ]

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[ It's definitely painful for He Ming, as much as he's trying, but with his commitment to the cause (a.k.a. kinky sex), he overcomes the pain in order to press most of the way down and give King a squeeze on the shoulders. ]

You can move... you can fuck me.

Let me know if I'm hurting you.

[It was murmured back lowly as King started to move up into He Ming, one hand on his hip to support him and the other going to He Ming's cock. Normally he didn't mind taking his time, but considering the venue, it would be best to do this quick. They could all get to know each other a lot better and slower later.

He started pumping He Ming quick and mercilessly, nudging his nose against He Ming's chin to ask nonverbally for kisses.]

[ From downstairs and in the other areas of the club, Jun can still pick up flickers of thought and motion. The loud music makes it hard to hear anything from far away, but he's still sure they're safe.

Well, safe from interruption. The sex... not so safe. ]

[ He Ming makes a quiet sound of acknowledgment, then moves himself, riding King with short little jerks of his hips. ]

It's good. [ It's all hot pressure, friction and tightness in his groin that has him shaking. He huffs, moans, and kisses him back, sucking on his lower lip and nuzzling his nose quietly. ]

[While King could be selfish and self-centered about many things, he at least would look after his partners to make sure they were enjoying themselves. And by the bulge in Jun's pants and the way that He Ming was moving, he didn't have to worry too much.]

I need you to show me by coming quickly, babe.

[King couldn't help but laugh as He Ming nuzzled him, nipping at his nose as he started to pick up the pace in his thrusts.]

Because I want to take you home and fuck you properly.

[ Getting off in his pants doesn't sound like such a great idea, even now. Jun measures his breaths in and out to keep a handle on his arousal. Even if He Ming's going to come quickly—he wouldn't doubt it based on their behavior—he's not going to do the same. ]

And what else are you going to do when you leave?

[ He Ming makes a noise of complaint, but it's brief, and he's quick to follow the encouragement of both of his companions. He starts gasping, breath punched out of him despite his relatively small movements. Riding King in short little rocks of his hips, he's quick to get close.

But Jun is helping. ]

Tell me, King. [ He moans the question and looks at King closely, panting and still moving on his cock. ] How are you going to do it properly?

[While King might not be as thirsty for attention as say, He Ming, he didn't mind being the center of attention. Especially if that center was the meeting of two hot guys. He shot Jun a lazy grin, face a bit slack with lust and pleasure.]

You'll have to come home with us and find out.

[Because while this wasn't a 'tease' at any rate, it wasn't like Jun was getting off here. And King wanted to seize the chance to get his hands on Jun and take him apart. He turned his attention back to He Ming, sucking marks onto his neck.]

Get you out of all your clothes for starters.

[ Jun's eyes narrow immediately. He's not opposed to some more fooling around, especially since throughout their acquaintance, the two have been nothing but superficial and predictably pleasure-seeking. But going home with them? Maybe not. ]

...why don't you both come back with me.

[ His apartment's big enough. ]

Mm, mm-hm— [ Panting, He Ming circles his arms around his shoulders and rides him as fast as he can. The couch is sturdy enough to not squeak as he just about humps his cock against King's stomach at the same time. ]

Let's go... I wanna get fucked by you. I wanna see Jun fuck you too.

[Now that was a surprising offer, King's eyes darting from He Ming's flushed face to Jun's, licking his lips unconsciously. He was curious about Jun's place, and while he was cautious about leaving with a stranger, he could put safeguards in place. Letting Min-Joon know where they were for one.

He glanced back up at He Ming, laughing at his straightforward desire, putting both hands on his hips to stop him from moving.]

Then we should save the rest for Jun's apartment right?

[Regretfully, he started to withdraw from He Ming's slick heat, body already protesting. He shot a glance over at Jun as he groped around for napkins to start wiping them off a bit.]

Do you have everything or do we need to make a pitstop?

[ That was quick. Jun feels King overcome his own wariness to agree, his desire overcoming whatever reservations he might still have. ]

Yeah, I've got more than you can get here.

[ But really—he's got condoms and lube. More alcohol in his fridge. Clean sheets in the linen closet. ]

Let's go.

[ He Ming stutters to a stop when King grabs onto his hips. He muffles a whine against King's shoulder, feeling abruptly empty and even more sore. ]

Ow.

[ Cleaning himself up as well, He Ming stumbles off of King's lap and pulls his pants up. ]

Okay, let's go, let's go...

Don't be so upset, it'll be a better time this way. That way we can all play.

[King rubbed at He Ming's hips soothingly, leaning up to nip playfully at one of his earlobes before nudging him to stand up so he could follow suit.

He shot Jun a small, teasing grin, head canted to the side.]

So how do we know you're not going to kill us in our sleep, new friend?

What kind of friend would I be if I did that?

[ With barely a change in expression, Jun rises from his seat, adjusting himself in his pants. ]

Besides, there's two of you and one of me.

[ He goes to the door and holds it open, encouraging them to get out of the joint already. ]

[ He Ming tries to attach himself right onto King's side, but walking would make it too difficult. He might be limping a bit as they head out, but his pace evens out a bit as they leave the venue. ]

Why would Jun kill us?

[ He blinks, a bit hazy from the alcohol and rushed half-fuck, but still capable of calling them up a ride. ]

Tell us your address...

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