venus, planet of love

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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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[dogwood]

[ Jun is definitely not entertaining them. He doesn't even want to be entertained by them, but their combined arousal is so thick in the air that he's finding it almost hard to breathe. Narrowing his eyes at his phone screen, he tries to find some interest in financial news articles. ]

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[ It is too bad that Jun isn't engaging with them, but the pouting is cute. From both Jun and King. He Ming gasps softly at the light drag of King's nails through fabric on his length, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back onto King's shoulder. ]

Ah... you both have nice mouths. Lips. [ He cranes his neck for a kiss. ]

[incorrigibly]

We do, don't we?

[Indulgently, King leaned down to press an almost chaste kiss on He Ming's mouth despite the fact that his fingers had grown bolder.]

Maybe you can see if you can get Jun's mouth to do something other than frown.

[dogwood]

[ I can hear you idiots.

Jun frowns harder. The news isn't sufficiently distracting. Thankfully their car arrives and Jun places himself in the shotgun seat before the handsiness can extend to him. ]

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[ Thanks to the exploratory touches King is enacting, He Ming is shuddering, knees weak, palms sweaty mom's spaghetti, moaning into the kiss and also pressing his ass back enthusiastically.

He doesn't exactly feel embarrassed when their driver comes, but he does giggle and push King off of him before they get into the backseat, though he's shifting uncomfortably with how hard his dick is in his pants. ]

Be good. [ He warns him, but it's a weak protest with the way he's grinning. ]

[incorrigibly]

I'm always good. You're the one I worry about.

[It was said modestly, without a hint of irony. After all, in the proper company, King could behave properly. Usually. While having sex in the back of a cab wouldn't be horrible, it wasn't the best thing in his opinon. And probably not worth whatever fee they'd get hit with.

The cab ride felt unbearably long in King's opinion, though he nudged his knees against He Ming's ocassionally, mostly interested in watching the streets pass by. Once they got to their destination, he gestured grandly to Jun.]

Lead the way.

[dogwood]

[ They are insufferable. It's mostly the promise of what's probably going to be an intense threesome that keeps him going and not looking into the backseat as the car drives through the streets on the familiar path back to his apartment. ]

Up here.

[ He's starting to wish he'd had another drink before leaving. Well, there's room temperature vodka on top of his fridge. After he lets them in he reaches for it, getting a couple of shot glasses. ]

...make yourselves comfortable.

[ Said very grudgingly. ]

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[ Despite a bit of glowering and pouting at King, He Ming does behave in the car. He keeps his hands to himself.

It's just that as soon as they leave the car and head up the stairs, He Ming is on King again, hugging him from behind and trying to nip at his earlobe, giggling the whole time. ]

Thanks, Jun! Now, come and make yourself comfortable with us.

[incorrigibly]

[The displeasure on Jun's face, warring with his want to get laid, only made King snicker, and he leaned back against He Ming so he could have better access to his ear. He made small noises of approval until they were let into the apartment, which he took in curiously before nudging He Ming towards the couch.

He didn't need an invitation to make himself comfortable, but he watched in amusement for a few seconds as Jun got more alcohol before heading towards the couch, dragging He Ming with him.]

Give him a moment, he needs more liquid courage. You think we'll be his first?

[dogwood]

[ It's obviously not his first, and Jun is very aware that King's just needling him. Even though he can hear all of the juvenile comebacks physically and psychically, he still can't resist rolling his eyes while he takes another shot of vodka. ]

Bedroom's down the hall.

[ He gestures broadly and pours three extra shots, just in case anybody needs them.

(In case he needs them, more like.) ]

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[ The bed would give them more room, but the couch is closer. He Ming lets King guide him instead of following Jun's directions, rolling on top of him and kissing him quick and light. ]

Come here, Jun. I don't want to wait.

[ After a look back, He Ming grins and returns his attention to King, hands skipping down over his chest to unbuckle his belt and yank his jeans off. ]

[incorrigibly]

[King was more than fine with ignoring Jun's pointed directions, especially if it meant He Ming was going to be so aggressive with him. Laughing, he helped kick off his jeans and shoes, stripping out of his shirt carelessly. Even if Jun wasn't too crazy about their personalities, he couldn't have any complaints about what they looked like naked.

His dick was still uncomfortably hard from earlier, and he let out a small sigh of relief once he was out of his restrictive clothing, helping He Ming in between biting lightly along the skin he was newly displaying: He Ming's shoulder's, chest, and his thighs as he yanked down at his pants.

He paused right while he was on his knees to arch an eyebrow at Jun, a bit challenging.]

Are you just going to keep watching or are you going to bring those over?

[dogwood]

Don't rush me.

[ Jun makes a bit of a face, less controlled than usual, and approaches with the glasses. He sets them all on the coffee table before turning and heading for the bedroom himself. Soon he's back and throwing a container of lube and a strip of condoms at King's face. ]

[quatrain]

[ Flushed, hair mussed from rolling onto the couch, He Ming assumes Jun will come back when he's ready to join in. For now he enjoys the stimulation of King's mouth and hands. He's reclined on the couch, pulling his shirt up and now divested of his bottoms. ]

Ah, c'mon. I had to wait for the whole ride...

[ He yelps a bit when things are thrown at them. ]

[incorrigibly]

[Good to see that his tempermant hadn't changed any despite the impending best sex of his life. King ducked the lube container but grabbed the condoms with a grin, waving them like a princess in a Renassaince painting might have waved to her favored knight.]

Fine, but all the good bits will be done if you're slow.

[As if to prove his point, he put his hands on He Ming's thighs and swallowed down his cock.]

[dogwood]

[ They'd both been seemingly uncomfortable in the club due to the lack of supplies, but it's not like Jun was expecting to be appreciated or anything.

Idiots, he thinks, looking down at them on the couch. But here he is anyway.

Having decided Jun bends down towards He Ming, meeting his glazed eyes and kissing him firm and slow. ]

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[ Picking up the lube from where it's falling between some couch cushions, He Ming cradles the partially used tube to his chest and holds onto it for moral support when King presses down and begins to suck him off. ]

Hah—! Oh, King. [ His underwear was starting to get really uncomfortable. Now that there's finally some real stimulation, he's shivering on the couch. As Jun comes down, he reaches up with one hand to touch him for the first time, sliding his fingers along his jaw. His other hand goes down to clutch at King's hair and hold him as he begins to arch up off the couch. ]

[incorrigibly]

[King hummed happily as He Ming arched up into his mouth, accomodating him easily. He kept his eyes on his face, surprised when Jun came over and started kissing He Ming, but he wasn't going to object. He Ming looked best when being kissed or sucking someone off. It was something to do with his pert plump mouth, and it helped erase that annoyed look on Jun's face.

He swallowed He Ming down further before tugging pointedly on Jun's pants. He couldn't be the only one wearing clothes throughout this.]

[dogwood]

[ They're both obviously vocal, just enough that it's clashing a little with their thoughts. Not unpleasantly, though. In a way it sort of adds to the experience, noise flowing around him as he deepens the kiss and feels He Ming tense and moan in alternating moments under his wandering hands.

Okay, his pants can go now. Jun helps King out by taking off his belt then straightens up to remove his pants entirely. He's not as hard as either of them, but he's gone past being shy when he snags the tube from He Ming's arms and waggles it at King meaningfully. ]

[quatrain]

[ It's good, all so good, and only partially because He Ming is easy to please. He whines loudly in complaint when Jun ends the kiss but gives up the lube. Rocking up into King's mouth again and again, he arches fully off the couch before speaking. ]

I'm so close! King, c'mon, let's do it. I want to be fucked.

[ And he's not so picky about who does it. ]

[incorrigibly]

[Either Jun was far more generous than he had them believe or he didn't trust the both of them enough to be in the middle, but either way, King was fine with that. He pulled himself off of He Ming's cock to grin at Jun, arching his ass invitingly.]

You heard He Ming. You can prep me and He Ming can help get you to full hardness.

[And before He Ming could protest too much, he was just going to wrap his mouth around him again to try to bring him off. Anyone else he would have made wait or taken them off of the edge, but He Ming's recovery period was a super power in and of itself.]

[dogwood]

...right.

[ It does sound like a plan. Of sorts. Is it a good plan? He'll review it later.

And one good thing about being able to read thoughts: it's easy to make sex good for the other party. He pays attention to King and the whisper of his thoughts, his emotions, what he likes when Jun begins to touch him with firm, slow hands, taking his time at first. It seems like a good idea if the guy's going to make He Ming come already. ]

[quatrain]

[ Whatever Jun wants is fine, whatever King wants is also fine. He Ming gasps open-mouthed into the air and squeezes his legs around King's head as he comes.

Right. Okay. The night's definitely not over. ]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[ Giggling at the pun, and still drunk besides, He Ming peels himself up and leans over to kiss Jun again with King between them. ]

[incorrigibly]

[In this at least, King was fine with being obvious about what he liked and disliked, gasping and moaning around He Ming's cock when Jun touched him where he wanted him to, leaning back into his touch. For someone who had looked like they were twisting his arm to get him to sleep with them, his touch was sure and slow, lacking the shyness that King had thought might would have come along with it. He spread his legs wider for him, precome leaking from his achingly hard dick.

He had known He Ming long enough to be prepared to swallow down everything, pulling off of him to watch He Ming messily make out with Jun.]

Don't get side tracked.

[King bit down on He Ming's hip pointedly, before plucking the lube from where Jun had left it to start slicking up He Ming properly.]

[dogwood]

[ Does he look like someone who gets sidetracked? Jun follows the train of King's thoughts and the sound of his voice with one mission in mind, which is shutting him up.

At least He Ming is quiet too. Continuing to kiss him back, Jun drives his slicked fingers deeper into King, rubbing his fingertips against his insides to find the best spot to stimulate him. ]