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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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ Paying less attention to the warning than Jun, someone at whom the words hadn't even been directed, He Ming draws the kiss out for even longer and only pulls back when he needs to draw breath. ]

Are you enjoying finally touching us?

[ He Ming gets up, wobbling on his feet and moves to drape himself over Jun's back. ]

He likes it when you tease him.

[incorrigibly]

[There were quite a few things that King wasn't straightforward about: his abilities, his past, his intentions most of the time. But when it came to sex, it was harder to lie and it seemed like a waste. As soon as He Ming moved away from him, leaving him without a distraction from Jun's increasingly pleasurable fingers, he fell forward onto his wobbling elbows. He let out a loud gasp once Jun found the spot, moving his hips to try to get him to keep hitting him there, letting out a shaky laugh as He Ming decided to give advice.]

Don't give away all my secrets, He Ming.

[Still, he was curious about Jun's answer, so he turned to look over his shoulder, smirking.]

Better than watching, right?

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Sure.

[ Jun says that, but it's a single word laden with weight. He runs his other hand up King's thigh to his ass and presses it to the small of his back. King feels very warm, tight around his fingers, and he's a little more tolerable when he's shaky and breathless.

Spreading his fingers further apart, he adds a third and thrusts them a bit faster. He Ming's hand on his dick is pushing his pace. ]

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I'm just suggesting...

[ He Ming is bolder now with Jun, mouthing at the back of his neck and wrapping one arm around his waist. It makes it much easier to reach around and grip his cock with slim fingers. ]

Isn't it just better when it feels good? You don't have to keep any secrets from us. We're all friends now.

[incorrigibly]

[Though it wasn't much, that 'sure' was enough to send a small shudder down King's spine, and with a low whine, he pressed back incessantly into Jun's fingers. He had already been buzzing with pleasure from having his cock in He Ming, so it wasn't taking much to get him close.]

You better be getting hard soon or slow down.

[He dropped his forehead to the ground, panting slightly.]

He Ming.

[Whether it was to encourage his friend to get Jun harder or to keep his secrets was anyone's guess.]

[dogwood]

[ Jun feels King out, making sure that he's ready before he grabs a condom and rips the packet open. ]

No need to say someone else's name. [ Once the condom is on he grips King's hip on one side, holding onto him firmly before he presses in with all his weight behind the thrust. ]

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[ With his mouth on the back of Jun's neck and hands all over him, He Ming makes a sort of distressed whine as Jun pulls out of his grip.

Well, that means he can move on to his next responsibilities. ]

King, you can't come yet, you still have to fuck me...

[ He shifts off of the couch from behind Jun to crawl back towards King's head and pout at him. ]

[incorrigibly]

Jealous? Then maybe you should-

[Before King could goad Jun further, he cried out when Jun roughly shoved into him, nearly getting him to collapse fully onto the floor.]

Fuck, Jun-

[He struggled to lift himself back up, panting, pupils blown when he looked up at He Ming. Between the two of them, he wasn't going to last long, but he squeezed the base of his cock to try to keep his orgasm at bay for now.]

Then come here.

[King reached out to drag He Ming closer to him, pulling him into a kiss as he lined up against his ass.]

[dogwood]

[ Immediately King is saying his name. Even though Jun knows it's partially because he was so on edge after all their fooling around in the bar, he still feels the thrill. Their emotions are stacking, overlapping, and the overwhelming noise of their combined arousal makes him thrust harder and faster, fucking King forward on the couch until He Ming is trying to get involved.

Once he's in position, he starts moving again. They're all close. No reason to hold back. ]

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[ There's not much room on the couch, but they're making do. He Ming gets up and positions himself under King, eagerly pushing his ass up until he feels the tip of his bare cock brushing against him.

The whole situation is good, fast and dirty, and all He Ming wants to do is brace himself against the arm of the couch and take it. He wraps his arms over it and holds himself in place. ]

Come on, come on. Please.

[incorrigibly]

[Between Jun behind him and He Ming squirming beneath him, King didn't last long, biting down against He Ming's shoulder as he came, whining low in his throat as Jun continued to fuck him. It took him a few moments to shake off the daze of his orgasm to start pumping He Ming to help him get off, and to turn to nip at Jun's throat, jaw, anything he could reach.]

[dogwood]

[ There's no protest from King even though Jun can tell he already came. After a brief pause, all he gets is some enthusiastic action.

So in response to that, Jun continues to fuck him. He's close, having felt King's climax or at least an echo of it through his thoughts, and feeling the intense pull of He Ming's emotions as well.

He doesn't last long after that, coming hard into the condom and falling forward. ]

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[ It isn't as much of a fucking as He Ming wanted. But the hand on his dick helps, and Jun's weight on top of them both is good too.

He whines into the arm of the sofa when he does come a few seconds later, streaking King's hand and the upholstery. ]

Hah... [ Cue sagging awkwardly underneath them. ]

[incorrigibly]

[King was content to bask in the moment for a few minutes before he extracted himself from the two sweaty bodies. While it was highly likely they could have sweet talked their way into more sex, King would rather go out and it seemed like Jun had his fill of him.

They used the shower ( and fooled around a bit ) before saying their good byes, not before King left He Ming's number written on a piece of paper on the counter. Jun had seemed to be more responsive to him anyway, and He Ming was more likely to answer his phone.]