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Shang Qinghua whines low in his throat, hips arching into the delicious heat enveloping his cock. Fingers dig into his hips, pressing him against the couch cushion and pinning him in place. He glances down, panting, “Fuck, keep doing that…”

Mobei-Jun meets his gaze, blue eyes gone dark as he sinks back down, silky dark hair tickling his thighs. Shang Qinghua throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut from the onslaught of pleasure and trying his best not to come on the spot.

They just got started! Between Mobei-Jun’s roommate, Luo Binghe, and Shang Qinghua’s roommate, Shen Yuan, and midterms and Shang Qinghua’s part-time job at the bookstore, it’s been weeks since they’ve had some time alone together.

Luo Binghe has a night class and Shang Qinghua had traded shifts with a coworker, so Friday night finds him and Mobei-Jun making out on the couch in Mobei-Jun’s apartment. They finally have a few hours alone and Shang Qinghua doesn’t want to waste it.

One thing had led to another, both entirely too pent up and eager and just plain horny. Shang Qinghua wants the moment to last, but he’s so pent up that holding back is hard.

…

Anyway.

The last time they’d gotten off together had been both exciting and lackluster at the same time. They had met between classes in the Science Building. The bathroom on the fourth floor was always empty, it was so out of the way that no one used it and they’d jerked one another off in the stalls.

The thought of getting caught had been terrifyingly arousing, but Shang Qinghua wished they could have done more than just stroke each other off.

That had been a couple weeks ago, right before midterms.

A deft tongue flicks the head of his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure so strong that he almost doesn’t notice the finger pressing at his entrance. “W-wait,” Shang Qinghua pants.

As much as he wants Mobei-Jun to just fuck him silly, he doesn’t think they have time for that. Not before Luo Binghe returns from his class.

Mobei-Jun ignores him, hollowing his cheeks and the suction nearly makes Shang Qinghua come then and there. Instead, he bites his lip, choking back a moan as a thick digit works its way inside. He instinctively clamps down around the finger, wanting to feel something bigger but also not wanting to go much further.

Not where anyone could just walk in and see them. He tries to ignore the flutter in his belly at that thought, the tingles that make him shiver at just the thought of someone, of Luo Binghe, seeing him utterly wrecked.

“B-bedroom,” Shang Qinghua gasps as the finger curls up, brushing that spot inside and making him see stars. He wants to keep going so bad, he’s so close but what if Luo Binghe comes back early? What if he sees them, sees Shang Qinghua like this?

The thought doesn’t help calm him down. If anything, it pushes him closer to release and his cock throbs in Mobei-Jun’s mouth. Shang Qinghua knows he shouldn’t want that, shouldn’t want to be seen like this by anyone other than his boyfriend, but he’s so desperate to feel Mobei-Jun inside him, so desperate to come on his cock, he almost doesn’t care who sees them.

“Please, let’s just…”

Mobei-Jun ignores him, working a second finger in. The stretch burns a little from not having lube because they really hadn’t planned on going all the way tonight, and it’s been a while since he’s been fucked, so it almost feels like it’s his first time again.

His cock throbs and Mobei-Jun pulls off him, a string a drool stretching from his lips to the tip of his length. “It’s fine, we’ve got plenty of time,” he says with a raspy voice, smirking and the strand breaks.

Mobei-Jun pulls away and Shang Qinghua groans at the loss of warmth. He returns a moment later with a plastic bag, pulling out a bottle of lube and condom. If Shang Qinghua had more presence of mind, he would wonder when Mobei-Jun had bought more lube, but the thought flits away as Mobei-Jun opens the bottle with a click, loud in the otherwise quiet living room, squeezing fair amount onto his fingers.

Shang Qinghua hisses at the cold sensation, then moans as three fingers slowly work him open. He shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position on the couch. It’s really too small for them, it would be more comfortable on Mobei-Jun’s bed, and what if Luo Binghe gets out of class early?

He ignores the fact that his cock twitches at the thought of getting caught by Mobei-Jun’s roommate.

“Can’t we just – ngh!” His words are cut off with a cry as Mobei-Jun returns to sucking his length. He grips the base of his cock, squeezing almost painfully tight to stave off Shang Qinghua’s orgasm.

Panting, Shang Qinghua decides to just say fuck it because he wants to come so bad and Mobei-Jun is apparently determined to fuck him right there. If they hurry, they can finish and get cleaned up before Luo Binghe returns.

He spreads his legs as much as he can on the couch, tucking his knees to his chest. Mobei-Jun is weak to his begging and Shang Qinghua takes full advantage of that fact. “Please, my king, it’s enough. Fuck me already,” he pleads, throwing in the nickname.

It works because Mobei-Jun pulls back, staring down at him with hooded eyes. He tugs his own cock free from his jeans, hard and leaking precum, before tearing open a condom and sliding it on. Shang Qinghua is only mildly disappointed. He loves feeling Mobei-Jun come inside him, feeling him shudder and pulse deep within while holding him close, but Shang Qinghua knows it’ll make cleanup much easier.

When Shang Qinghua feels the blunt tip at his entrance, his head falls back against the armrest of the couch, mouth falling open in a breathy sigh. He really missed this and his hole flutters invitingly at the slow press.

But Mobei-Jun only teases him, sliding along his crack, not sinking in the way Shang Qinghua wants him to. “Aiya, don’t tease me,” Shang Qinghua whines, trying to push back against the length. “Please, just put it in, my king!”

Mobei-Jun smirks, “If that’s what Qinghua wants,” voice low and teasing before he leans down, and Shang Qinghua welcomes his warmth and the weight of his boyfriend against him. He pulls him into a messy kiss, tasting himself on Mobei-Jun’s lips and moans when the head of his cock finally breaches him.

A series of electric beeps breaks through the pleasure and for a brief moment, Shang Qinghua ignores it, focusing on the burning stretch as Mobei-Jun slowly presses forward. Then clarity returns as he realizes what that sound is.

“W-wait, hold on!” Shang Qinghua cries, fist thumping against Mobei-Jun’s chest. But he doesn’t stop, instead Mobei-Jun grabs Shang Qinghua’s hips and continues to press into the tight channel, made even tighter by Shang Qinghua’s panic. “We have to hide!”

Shang Qinghua tries to push him away because they’re about to get caught but Mobei-Jun isn’t letting him go. He grunts as the cockhead finally pops in and Shang Qinghua cries out, back arching as he spills over his chest.

Chest heaving and trying to catch his breath, Shang Qinghua opens his eyes to meet a fiery gaze, upside down as his head hangs off the armrest of the couch.

A slow grin spreads across Luo Binghe’s handsome face, a predatory glint in his eyes as he pointedly stares at the mess on Shang Qinghua’s belly. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be in my room,” he says, not at all phased to see his roommate fucking his boyfriend in the shared living space of their apartment. “Just make sure you clean up,” he smirks and saunters off towards his bedroom.

Shang Qinghua feels himself heat in embarrassment and he pushes Mobei-Jun off him, the man tumbling backwards and sliding out of Shang Qinghua with a wet squelch. “I told you to wait!” he cries, mortified by the entire situation. He can never make eye contact with Luo Binghe again! 

He doesn’t know which is worse. Getting caught in the middle of papapa or that he kind of likes the way Luo Binghe’s eyes had raked over his form like a starving man before a feast.

Mobei-Jun pulls Shang Qinghua into his lap, “Sorry, baobei. Let me make it up to you?”

Sniffling, Shang Qinghua wraps his arms around Mobei-Jun’s waist, burying his face in his firm pecs. “Buy me dinner. I want noodles from that one place.”

Shang Qinghua hadn’t actually meant to tell Shen Yuan, but when he asked Shang Qinghua how his weekend went, having spent a majority of his time at Mobei-Jun's, he found himself telling his best friend what happened.

Shen Yuan crows and slaps him on the arm. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Shhh!” Shang Qinghua hisses, rubbing the tender spot. He glances around the coffee shop but no one pays them any attention. He sighs in relief and settles back down in his seat, returning to his assignment.

Shen Yuan wipes tears of mirth from his eyes, “Bro, why would you do that in the living room?”

Pouting, Shang Qinghua refuses to look at him. “We weren’t, it wasn’t, I mean, it’s been forever! We weren’t gonna go that far. Besides, I can’t help it that Binghe’s class was canceled!” He whines petulantly.

He hadn’t told Shen Yuan that he kind of liked it, the way Luo Binghe’s eyes had flicked up and down his naked body, belly covered in cum. Thoughts like that are best kept to himself. He hadn’t even told Mobei-Jun! He couldn’t!

How could he tell his boyfriend, the man he is absolutely head over heels for, that he had thoughts of another man while they were fucking? 

Shang Qinghua is no cheater!

“Yeah well, unless you have some sort of exhibitionist kink, you might wanna cool it,” Shen Yuan chides.

Shang Qinghua focuses on his assignment, knowing that if he looks at Shen Yuan now, his best bro would realize he had practically hit the nail on the head.

The two had dated in high school, their relationship never going further than heavy make out sessions and the occasional mutual handjob, before they broke up. They had realized they were better off as friends and ended the relationship on good terms.

Now they were roommates and best bros, even if they bickered on occasion.

The point, though. Shen Yuan could read Shang Qinghua like a book sometimes and Shang Qinghua didn’t want him to know his kinks.

There is such a thing as too much information, even between bros!

“Alright, I’ve gotta get to class,” Shang Qinghua says as he packs away his laptop. “I’ll probably stay at Mobei-Jun’s. He got Starfield, so we’ll be playing that.”

Well, Mobei-Jun will be playing and Shang Qinghua will watch while he works on his web-novel. He doesn’t have the patience to play games himself, but he likes to watch Mobei-Jun play.

“Have fun getting kinky!” Shen Yuan calls, not loud enough for anyone else to hear but still.

“Bro!” Shang Qinghua practically wails before turning away, quickly leaving the cafe and not making eye contact with anyway.

He can’t focus in his afternoon class, the professor’s words droning on and on. Instead, Shang Qinghua thinks of the other night. Of Luo Binghe’s hungry eyes watching Mobei-Jun fuck him.

He hadn’t told Shen Yuan, still too embarrassed, but they had sort of talked the next morning. The three of them.

Luo Binghe hadn’t been mad at them for fucking in the shared space – they had cleaned up after! No traces left behind!

Shang Qinghua had stammered apology after apology but Luo Binghe only shrugged them off with a simple, “Don’t worry about it. Besides, it was hot.”

Shang Qinghua had left after that, using his job as an excuse because he was suddenly self-conscious and needed to escape the heavy gaze he had felt all through breakfast from both men.

He’s sure he had been imagining it. Why would Luo Binghe be interested in him? He has countless men and women to choose from, never too invested in a relationship and only interested in sex. There are plenty of better options than Shang Qinghua!

Shang Qinghua, who is in a committed relationship!

But Mobei-Jun hadn’t seemed to mind their accidental voyeur, more concerned with Shang Qinghua’s well-being. Would he be open for a threesome?

Shang Qinghua blinks at that thought.

Threesome?? 

With Luo Binghe???? 

How had his brain gone from Luo Binghe watching Mobei-Jun fuck Shang Qinghua, to Luo Binghe joining them??

Shang Qinghua chokes on his spit, disrupting class and quickly apologizing.

No, no, no.

There’s no way that will happen. Threesomes are too complicated and feelings could get hurt and Shang Qinghua doesn’t want that. He loves Mobei-Jun!

He’s not in denial of that fact. He can easily see him spending the rest of their life together, Mobei-Jun going to work in his father’s company and Shang Qinghua probably working an office job while still writing on the side.

It’s just…

Luo Binghe is so fucking hot!

His personality, not so much. He’s cocky and arrogant – although, so is Mobei-Jun – but it always feels like there’s an ulterior motive to all of Luo Binghe’s actions. Like he knows exactly what to say to get whatever he wants from anyone. 

Sure, Shang Qinghua likes him well enough, he supposes. He’s Mobei-Jun’s best friend, so he tries to get along with Luo Binghe. But he has no desire for a relationship with the man!

But… 

Could he ask something like that of Mobei-Jun? To just have a one-time-only threesome with Luo Binghe? He knows there are way kinkier fetishes out there and he and Mobei-Jun have tried a few in the past. Nothing too crazy, jerking each other off in the Science Building’s bathroom had probably been their most extreme sexual adventure.

Shang Qinghua frowns, the professor’s words going in one ear and out the other. He’ll have to borrow Liu Qingge’s notes later. Spotting his classmate a couple rows up, the handsome man taking notes with a slight frown, Shang Qinghua promptly loses focus on class again.

Inviting a third person is another matter entirely. If Shang Qinghua asks, would Mobei-Jun even consider it? Just because he thinks Luo Binghe is hot, doesn’t mean that Mobei-Jun does too! Would he be weirded out because it’s his best friend?

Shang Qinghua tries to think how he would react if Mobei-Jun asked Shen Yuan to join them. He can easily imagine it, too. Making out with Shen Yuan, stroking their lengths together while Mobei-Jun fucks him from behind. He feels a curl of warmth settle in his gut at that thought, immediately pushing it away. 

First Luo Binghe and now Cucumber-bro? What is wrong with him?

And worse, what if Mobei-Jun gets the wrong idea, that he thinks that Shang Qinghua wants to leave him for Luo Binghe?

His chest aches at the thought of potentially hurting Mobei-Jun, of making him think that Shang Qinghua doesn’t love him anymore. If Mobei-Jun thinks that for even a second that Shang Qinghua doesn’t love him anymore, Shang Qinghua will feel like a monster.

No, there’s no way he could ask about having a threesome with Mobei-Jun’s best friend.

When class ends, Shang Qinghua makes his way to Mobei-Jun’s apartment. He’s a little startled to see Luo Binghe on the couch when he walks in, then feels a little silly. It was their apartment, so why wouldn’t he be there?

Besides, it’s not like Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun were actually having a date or anything so there is no problem with Luo Binghe being there. They really had just planned to hang out and get high and play some video games.

They do edibles because there’s no smoking in the apartment building. Shang Qinghua is spaced out, cuddled on the couch next to Mobei-Jun. He closed his laptop a while ago, not really wanting to work on his web novel any more, instead opting to watch the game play out on the screen.

Luo Binghe’s watching from the other end of the couch, throwing out suggestions every now and then. Mobei-Jun replies with his own comments and Shang Qinghua watches and listens, feeling a warm fluttering in his chest as Mobei-Jun’s voice washes over him. His eyes droop a little and he smiles. Mobei-Jun’s voice is like a warm caress and Shang Qinghua wonders if he presses his cheek to his chest, would he be able to feel Mobei-Jun’s voice when he talks?

The answer is yes and Shang Qinghua chuckles.

He loves Mobei-Jun.

He loves his chest, so firm but soft when he presses his face against his skin. Unfortunately, he can’t do that at the moment. Mobei-Jun has a shirt on, so no skin-to-skin contact at the moment.

Shang Qinghua is a little sad about that and hugs Mobei-Jun closer. He barely remembers climbing into his lap, but Mobei-Jun hadn’t stopped him so he sighs happily, “So warm. Love you.” 

He’s like a koala, clinging on to Mobei-Jun’s front. If he’s a koala, would that make Mobei-Jun a tree? He definitely enjoys climbing Mobei-Jun like a tree, so big and strong and muscle-y and his thick pillar.

Shang Qinghua’s hole clenches at the thought of that cock, filling him up and why are they just sitting there? They should be fucking, it’s been so long and Shang Qinghua shifts in Mobei-Jun’s lap, feeling that thick cock under his ass. Warmth builds but he knows it would feel even better inside him. “Aiya, just a little?” he babbles. “Please?”

Mobei-Jun huffs a laugh then a hand is rubbing along his spine and Shang Qinghua can no longer hold himself back. His hands slide under the shirt, enjoying the way Mobei-Jun’s sides tremble under his touch and needing to feel more. Shang Qinghua is already half-hard and he starts slowly grinding. The hand on his back stops for a moment as they shift to get a little more comfortable, Mobei-Jun setting the controller down.

The hand returns once they settle, soothing up and down his back and Shang Qinghua smiles now that he has Mobei-Jun’s full attention. Pleasant tingles run down his spine in soft waves, following the path of that warm hand before concentrating in his groin.

Mobei-Jun pulls him up for a kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other squeezing his hip, slowly guiding his movements. Pleasure grows and it feels so good that Shang Qinghua wants to chase it, to feel his release, but it grows so sluggishly.

The hand on his back never stops its gentle motions, but now he feels blunt nails trail across the dip of his back and Shang Qinghua shivers, sighing happily. He can feel a firm length underneath him and he grinds a little harder. Mobei-Jun moans into the kiss and euphoria bubbles in Shang Qinghua, immensely pleased that he can make his king feel good too.

Mobei-Jun breaks the kiss, gently tugging Shang Qinghua’s face back by his hair as he catches his breath.

Oh, Luo Binghe is there too and a thought tickles at the back of his mind.

Why is Luo Binghe here? 

Then Shang Qinghua remembers that he had been there the whole time and he starts to feel a little embarrassed until Mobei-Jun grinds their groins together in a circling motion, bringing his focus back to the building pleasure, to his fingers dipping below the hem of Shang Qinghua’s jeans and gripping the meat of his ass to rut their cocks together. 

Shang Qinghua keens as the friction makes him tremble. If Mobei-Jun isn’t bothered by it, then neither is he.

A hand cups his cheek, tilting his face closer to Luo Binghe and Shang Qinghua parts his lips right as Luo Binghe presses forward, tongues meeting sloppily.

Kissing Luo Binghe is different from kissing Mobei-Jun.

Mobei-Jun always dives in, devouring Shang Qinghua as though he’s starving, nipping at his lips and sucking on his tongue. He always teases his sensitive spots and it leaves Shang Qinghua breathless and craving more.

Luo Binghe though. 

He coaxes Shang Qinghua’s tongue into his own mouth in a wet slide. If Shang Qinghua goes slack, letting Luo Binghe take the lead, the man falls back until Shang Qinghua is tentatively twining their tongues together on his own before responding again. Leading, but making Shang Qinghua work for his pleasure.

A warm hand curls around his length, sliding messily from the sheer amount of precum his cock has been leaking. Maybe some of it is from Mobei-Jun’s, though. It feels like too much to just be his own. Shang Qinghua breaks the kiss and peeks between his legs, watching as Mobei-Jun’s big hand grips both their lengths, stroking lazily.

He doesn’t come from the sight, but only just. Mobei-Jun’s pillar is oozing precum just as much as Shang Qinghua’s and he feels his cock throb under the attention.

“Qinghua, lend me yours?” Luo Binghe asks, sounding pitiful as he takes Shang Qinghua’s hand in his own, gently massaging his palm with his strong fingers. “Please?”

Shang Qinghua swallows, eye darting to the massive pillar between Luo Binghe’s legs. It’s not as thick as Mobei-Jun’s but definitely a bit longer. He glances at Mobei-Jun, but his boyfriend only continues working their cocks at a steady pace. He hadn’t seemed to mind Shang Qinghua kissing Luo Binghe, so maybe this is okay too.

He nods and wraps tentative fingers around Luo Binghe’s cock, earning a low, breathy exhale from the man. He’s hot underneath Shang Qinghua’s touch, throbbing as Shang Qinghua matches pace to Mobei-Jun.

His head falls to Mobei-Jun’s chest, panting as sparks of pleasure light his nerves. All too sudden, his orgasm hits him like a freight train and he’s spilling over Mobei-Jun’s palm.

Mobei-Jun continues, quickening his pace and Shang Qinghua is too sensitive, his orgasm still lingering in bright pulses. He quivers in Mobei-Jun’s lap as a big hand wraps around his own, squeezing. He realizes he had stopped stroking Luo Binghe’s pillar and starts to apologize but the man seals his lips over Shang Qinghua’s in a hungry kiss.

It happens so quick, Shang Qinghua isn’t sure who comes first, but both men groan as they come. He slumps against Mobei-Jun, eyes falling shut and listening to the rabbit-fast beating of Mobei-Jun’s heart gradually slow.

A warm cloth wipes away the sticky mess between them and his hand, gentle and soothing, and Mobei-Jun tucks their lengths away. Shang Qinghua shifts to get more comfortable, sighing happily as he curls into Mobei-Jun’s side, mind a pleasant haze.

Something lingers though. He glances up at Mobei-Jun, and Mobei-Jun meets his gaze, eyes soft and the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly before he returns his attention to the game.

If Mobei-Jun’s okay with it, then Shang Qinghua sees no reason to worry right now. Still, “Can we talk. Morning?” He’s so tired, it’s hard to pull his thoughts together, to form the words he wants to say. “About this. When we’re not…” he makes a little gesture, trying to find the word but it escapes him.

Mobei-Jun rubs his arm, hugging him close and humming in agreement. “Of course.”

Satisfied, Shang Qinghua’s eyes drift shut, too exhausted and unable to keep his eyes open any longer.

Shang Qinghua wakes in Mobei-Jun’s bed, wrapped in his arms. He’s warm and content but he has to pee something fierce. Placing a soft peck to the tip of Mobei-Jun’s nose, he whispers, “Be right back.”

After relieving himself, he returns, snuggling into Mobei-Jun’s arms once more. Mobei-Jun grunts sleepily, pulling him closer. “You said you wanted to talk…” his voice, sleep roughened and even sexier than usual, trails off as he presses a kiss to the crown of Shang Qinghua’s head.

“What we did last night,” Shang Qinghua says after a moment. He remembers everything, though it feels like a haze settles over the memory. “With Binghe…”

“I love you,” Mobei-Jun says when Shang Qinghua pauses, not sure how he wants to broach the topic. “If Qinghua enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.”

Shang Qinghua pulls back, just enough so he can see Mobei-Jun’s face. “But aren’t you afraid that… that…” his heart pounds in his chest and he can’t even get the words out.

“I know you love me,” Mobei-Jun says confidently, rubbing circles into Shang Qinghua’s hip. His features are soft in the early morning light and there’s a fondness in his eyes that leaves Shang Qinghua breathless.

Shang Qinghua snakes his arms around Mobei-Jun, hugging tight, “More than anything!” He affirms into the wide chest.

“Then I’m not worried if you get turned on by someone joining us. I know I have your heart.”

“My king!” Shang Qinghua whines and nuzzles into his warmth, feeling guilt lift from his shoulders. He had been so worried that Mobei-Jun would be hurt or lose his trust in Shang Qinghua, but it looks like he had been worrying for nothing.

“I also found last night quite enjoyable,” Mobei-Jun continues, whispering into Shang Qinghua’s ear and sliding his leg between Shang Qinghua’s thighs. “Should we ask Binghe to join us next time?”

A curl of heat pools in Shang Qinghua’s groin and he gasps. “I would… not be against that. Just – I don’t. Only you,” he babbles as he grinds along a firm thigh.

“Hm?”

“I don’t want him to fuck me,” Shang Qinghua confesses. “Just you.” Even if they agree to a threesome, it still kind of feels like cheating if Shang Qinghua were to allow Luo Binghe to actually fuck him.

That is, if Luo Binghe agrees.

Which he does.

Shang Qinghua is mortified as he sits on the edge of Mobei-Jun’s bed, freshly showered and wearing only one of his shirts. It’s too big on him, sliding off his shoulder, but it’s comfy and smells like Mobei-Jun so he doesn’t mind.

Besides, when Mobei-Jun looks at him and his eyes go dark as his gaze travels the long line of Shang Qinghua’s neck to the flash of collarbone then his exposed shoulder, Shang Qinghua thinks it’s worth it. 

Doubly so when Luo Binghe matches that look.

He feels his cock throb and shifts on the bed, hands in his lap to hide his growing erection. They haven’t even started and he’s already getting hard!

Both men stand before him and Shang Qinghua drinks in the sight of defined muscles and long limbs, so much skin on display it’s almost overwhelming. They had waited patiently while Shang Qinghua showered — longer than usual because he might have had a slight freak out — and now that Shang Qinghua is finished, they moved to the bedroom.

He stares unabashedly at Mobei-Jun’s form, all pale skin and powerful muscles. He’s only wearing a pair of dark sweatpants, the material doing nothing to hide his thick length and Shang Qinghua swallows. 

Aiya, it’s been so long since he’s been properly fucked — Luo Binghe accidentally walking in on them had kind of killed the mood that day — and Shang Qinghua is dying to get that pillar inside him.

The bed dips next to him and Mobei-Jun slings an arm over his shoulder, pulling him against his side and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “It’s okay if you don’t want this. We can stop here.”

Shang Qinghua shakes his head, “No, I — I do!” He glances at Luo Binghe, truly looking at him for the first time that night. “I’m just…”

Luo Binghe is boyishly handsome. He reminds Shang Qinghua of the protagonists in his favorite dramas, all charming confidence paired with a lean physique and a sharp mind. Not to mention his pillar, almost as glorious as Mobei-Jun’s. Shang Qinghua hadn’t really gotten a good look at it the other night, but remembers how it felt in his hand.

Shang Qinghua has always struggled sucking Mobei-Jun off, his cock thick and filling his mouth to the brim before he could even get going. He wonders if it would be easier with Luo Binghe, his cock not quite as thick but a little longer. His mouth waters at the thought and he drops his gaze to his lap, feeling a little embarrassed at the direction his mind is wandering.

“If you’re uncomfortable with anything, just say the word,” Luo Binghe says, sinking onto the bed on Shang Qinghua’s other side. His hand trails up Shang Qinghua’s thigh, making him shiver and he realizes he is trapped between the two sexiest men he’s ever met.

And they’re about to have a threesome!

“I wouldn’t say uncomfortable,” Shang Qinghua babbles, heart thudding against his rib cage so loud, it’s a wonder neither man hears it, “I’m just not sure how. I mean, I know how, but getting started is what I’m not exactly sure about.”

Luo Binghe gives him a smile, one that Shang Qinghua knows for certain that makes men and women alike fall for him — Shang Qinghua knows him though, knows the man has absolutely no interest in holding a relationship. 

He shares a look with Mobei-Jun, Shang Qinghua following his gaze, before he says, “Then how about you two get started and I’ll jump in when I see a good moment.”

It sounds reasonable so Shang Qinghua nods.

Mobei-Jun slides his arm lower, tugging Shang Qinghua into his lap and easily lifts. “Let’s get a little more comfortable, hm?”

They relocate to the head of the bed, Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe sitting next to one another with their backs to the headboard, close enough that their thighs brush with the slightest movement. Shang Qinghua is sitting between strong thighs with his back pressed to Mobei-Jun’s front. 

Mobei-Jun glides his fingers under his shirt, trailing along his waist as he lifts the shirt up and over Shang Qinghua’s head. Nuzzling the sensitive spot on his neck, Mobei-Jun rubs soothingly along Shang Qinghua’s thighs. 

He’s doing an excellent job of getting Shang Qinghua relaxed, pleasant tingles building to arousal. He’s spread wide, Mobei-Jun guiding his legs over his thighs, and Shang Qinghua has no choice but to rest his left foot on Luo Binghe’s thigh.

Luo Binghe rests a hand on the top of Shang Qinghua’s foot, fingers loosely curling around his ankle and the touch makes him shiver. His face heats as he realizes that Luo Binghe can see everything like this, completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

Shang Qinghua’s cock gives an interested twitch.

Mobei-Jun grazes one of his nipples and Shang Qinghua bites back a startled moan as the sensation goes directly to his cock. He didn’t used to be so sensitive there, but his boyfriend went to great lengths, teasing and tormenting the dusky buds until even pulling on his shirt would make them perk up.

“Don’t hold back, baobei,” Mobei-Jun rasps against his ear, his warm breath making Shang Qinghua shiver. “We want to hear you.” He flicks the bud with his thumb and Shang Qinghua moans, head falling against Mobei-Jun’s shoulder and arching into the touch.

He can feel Mobei-Jun’s cock throb against his lower back and he shifts, grinding against him a little. Mobei-Jun makes a pleased rumble, hands gliding to his hips. “Always so eager,” he muses as his hand grips Shang Qinghua’s length, stroking steadily.

Shang Qinghua cries out, rutting into his hand but Mobei-Jun holds him flush against him, keeping Shang Qinghua in place. After a few strokes, the hand pulls away and Shang Qinghua whimpers at the loss. Mobei-Jun shushes him, nipping at his ear as his hand dips lower, a thick finger sliding over his entrance.

Shang Qinghua lets out a whine, deep in his throat at the feel of a finger sinking in. It feels like it’s been forever and he wants to hurry up but knows that he needs to be stretched first.

“Fuck,” Luo Binghe groans to Shang Qinghua’s left. The sound of his voice both startles him – how had Shang Qinghua forgotten he was there? – and turns him on, cock twitching as a bead of precum dribbles from the tip. But he’s there, right next to them and fisting his cock lazily as he watches them. As he watches Shang Qinghua.

Shang Qinghua’s tongue darts out to wet his lip then jerks when two fingers suddenly sink in, the stretch almost burning. He welcomes it, knowing that soon he’ll have Mobei-Jun’s cock filling him.

“Grab the lube,” Mobei-Jun says as he pulls his fingers back, shifting so that Shang Qinghua is on his hands and knees, facing the headboard.

Right next to Luo Binghe and his glorious pillar.

Shang Qinghua grips the sheets as he feels a pulse of heat in his core. When Luo Binghe leans forward, handing Mobei-Jun the bottle of lube and bringing that cock close to Shang Qinghua’s face, he swallows tightly.

Luo Binghe settles back against the headboard and Shang Qinghua almost feels disappointed.

It doesn’t last long as two fingers, drenched in lube, press against his entrance. They glide in, Shang Qinghua relaxing as best he can, and the fingers work him open.

He loves Mobei-Jun’s fingers, thick and long and he clenches around them, eager to feel something even thicker. They graze that spot inside and he whimpers, head dropping, arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up.

Mobei-Jun takes his time, brushing against that spot every now and then, but never going further. Usually by now, he’s three fingers in and fucking Shang Qinghua’s hole aggressively, but he’s going so slow and he whines. “Please, just – ngh!” Mobei-Jun crooks his fingers, pressing more insistently against his prostate, making pleasure spark his nerves.

A hand tangles in his hair, lifting his face up to meet hungry eyes. “Feels good, huh?” Luo Binghe grins as he shifts closer. “It’s not enough, though. Is it?”

Shang Qinghua nods his head. “I need more,” he agrees pitifully.

“Here, let me help you,” Luo Binghe says as he lowers Shang Qinghua into his lap, his cock tapping against his cheek.

Shang Qinghua hesitates for only a moment before deciding to just go for it. They’re already this far, so why not? He steadies the length with one hand, tongue darting out to taste. Luo Binghe’s breath hitches and he really doesn’t taste any different than Mobei-Jun, so Shang Qinghua sucks the tip into his mouth.

It’s a familiar motion but completely different at the same time. He’s able to take Luo Binghe into his throat more easily than Mobei-Jun, but he reaches so much deeper, that extra inch making a difference.

“Shit, does he not have a gag reflex?” he hears Luo Binghe groan above him, his hand settling at the back of Shang Qinghua’s head to guide his movements.

“He used to,” Mobei-Jun responds as he finally works a third finger into his ass and Shang Qinghua groans around the length in his mouth, eyes falling shut.

“Fuck,” Luo Binghe moans.

Shang Qinghua pulls back, panting before sucking the tip into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive underside. He alternates between suckling, allowing himself to catch his breath, and sinking down to the root, letting Luo Binghe’s length fill his throat until he can barely breathe.

When he feels the blunt head of Mobei-Jun’s cock at his entrance, Shang Qinghua pulls off, chest heaving as a strand of drool stretches from his lips to Luo Binghe’s cock. It snaps when Mobei-Jun presses forward, breaching Shang Qinghua’s rim.

Shang Qinghua whimpers at the stretch, that pillar sinking in and he all but collapses against Luo Binghe. Mobei-Jun holds his hips in place, steadily pushing inside until he’s all the way in, panting from the effort to go slow, to not just thrust.

Shang Qinghua takes deep breaths, trying to relax around the girth. It feels so good to finally be full, he shudders when Mobei-Jun pulls back a bit.

Luo Binghe guides him back to his neglected cock and Shang Qinghua sinks down on it eagerly. The dual sensation of having his mouth filled and Mobei-Jun thrusting behind him, pushes him so close to the edge of an orgasm, he has to squeeze his cock to keep himself from coming so soon.

He wants to enjoy this and if he comes now, he’ll be too tired to continue.

A hand wipes his sweaty bangs back and Shang Qinghua peeks up at Luo Binghe. “Can I fuck his throat?” he asks, eyes never leaving Shang Qinghua even though the question is directed at Mobei-Jun.

Mobei-Jun hums approvingly and Shang Qinghua drops down, arms bracketing Luo Binghe’s hips and bracing himself.

Luo Binghe gives a tentative thrust, holding Shang Qinghua’s head in place and Shang Qinghua groans around his length, relaxing his jaw. He keeps a slow pace at first and Shang Qinghua’s eyes droop shut as the sensations begin to overwhelm him.

Filthy, wet sounds fill the room, skin slapping skin and all Shang Qinghua can do is take it. They take turns thrusting, finding a rhythm that eventually pushes Shang Qinghua over the edge and he’s coming with a choked moan around Luo Binghe’s cock and clamping down around Mobei-Jun’s length as he shakes from the aftermath of such a powerful orgasm.

The rest is a blur, their grunts breaking through the pleasure haze as they come. He feels something hot and sticky leak out his hole and even more on his face. He blinks up at Luo Binghe as another rope of cum shoots from his cock, painting his cheek. Shang Qinghua lists forward, nursing the tip to milk every last drop before pulling off his cock with a wet pop.

Later, after they’ve cleaned up, Shang Qinghua snuggles up to Mobei-Jun, content. Mobei-Jun holds him close, idly rubbing his arm comfortingly.

This time, Shang Qinghua isn’t afraid to ask, “Can we do that again sometime?”

It’s like a dam breaks, after that first time.

More often than not, it’s just Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun messing around whenever they’re in the mood and have the time, but occasionally Luo Binghe will join in.

Not always, but sometimes. 

He hasn’t told Shen Yuan about any of it either. It’s bad enough his bro already knows that Shang Qinghua might have a bit of an exhibitionism kink. There’s no way he can tell him about having a threesome! That’s just too much to share, even with friends!

They’ve done it a few times now. Though Shang Qinghua is still hesitant whenever they start, he always loses himself to the pleasure, knowing that Luo Binghe is watching, that Mobei-Jun is enjoying it just as much as Shang Qinghua is.

It’s a heady feeling and he loves it.

He and Mobei-Jun are in the living room one quiet weekend afternoon. Mobei-Jun is playing his game again, sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. Shang Qinghua is on his knees between them and he suckles at his cock, only half hard but filling his mouth pleasantly.

Occasionally, Mobei-Jun will card his fingers through Shang Qinghua’s hair, the gentle scritches making him feel much like a lazy cat in the best way. He hums happily and Mobei-Jun’s breath hitches from the vibrations, cock growing a little more in Shang Qinghua’s mouth.

He feels warm all over, knowing that nothing else requires his attention at the moment. His assignments are all caught up, he had posted the next chapter of his web novel that morning, and he doesn’t have to work until tomorrow morning.

He focuses all his attention on the warm cock in his mouth. The slightly salty, almost bitter taste of precum on his tongue and his strong scent filling Shang Qinghua’s senses, laced with a hint of his bodywash, a fresh, minty smell that Shang Qinghua can’t get enough of when it’s combined with Mobei-Jun’s natural musky scent.

It leaves his mind with little thought for anything else.

He swallows occasionally, when the drool gets to be too much. He loves the way Mobei-Jun tenses in those moments, cock twitching and he tries to hold back with a low exhale. 

He barely even hears Mobei-Jun murmur, “Binghe will here soon,” his hand gently tugging Shang Qinghua back but Shang Qinghua whimpers and holds on, sucking him in a little deeper. Mobei-Jun is almost fully hard and it’s getting hard to swallow around the girth but Shang Qinghua doesn’t want to let go.

Shang Qinghua doesn’t even hear Luo Binghe come in, only starts a little when he feels a pair of hands on his hips, tugging his pants and underwear off in one go. He pulls off Mobei-Jun, swallowing several times to clear his mouth of the drool that’s been accumulating. His voice is hoarse and he tries to clear his throat.

“D-don’t put it in,” he rasps at Luo Binghe over his shoulder, trying to shift away from the other man. He still only wants Mobei-Jun to be the one to fuck him.

Luo Binghe smirks at him, something predatory in his eyes as he kneads Shang Qinghua’s ass, thumbs tugging his cheeks apart and exposing his hole. The cool air makes him gasp.

“I won’t,” Luo Binghe promises as his hands slide to Shang Qinghua’s thighs.

Shang Qinghua feels hot under that gaze, his cock bobbing between his legs and dripping precum. Luo Binghe makes an inquisitive noise before he drawls, “Is it okay if I use your thighs?”

“Oh,” Shang Qinghua says, a little surprised. He hadn’t thought of that possibility. He’s never done that before and wonders what it’ll feel like. “Yeah, I guess?”

Luo Binghe shuffles closer, a wall of heat behind him and Shang Qinghua can feel his heavy pillar slipping between his cheeks. He unconsciously arches his back, pressing even closer. Luo Binghe grabs his thighs, encouraging Shang Qinghua to squeeze as he ruts forward with a low groan.

The feeling of Luo Binghe’s cock sliding along his taint, nudging his balls and rubbing his thighs, gliding along his own cock, Shang Qinghua hadn’t even thought the action could feel good and feels a little silly at his own ignorance.

Why hadn’t they done this sooner?

He squeezes his thighs even tighter, earning a low groan from Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun guides his mouth back to his own cock. Shang Qinghua swallows him eagerly, a little harder now that Mobei-Jun is… hard. He can’t take the length as deep as he could before, so he uses his tongue a little more, teasing the slit and lapping at the head before sucking him down as far as he can.

His toes curl and he grips Mobei-Jun’s hips tight, feeling his orgasm fast approaching. Luo Binghe thrusts harder and Shang Qinghua chokes on the cock in his mouth, throat closing and forcing Mobei-Jun out of his mouth harshly. Even still, molten pleasure flows through his veins and he trembles with the effort of keeping his thighs clamped together.

Luo Binghe’s cockhead catches on Shang Qinghua’s rim and he tenses, hoping it goes in while also fearing what would happen if it did. But the cocks slips and slides down his crack and along his own length and he practically sobs in disappointment, body shuddering as he comes in long spurts on the couch, not caring that he’ll have to clean that later.

Luo Binghe thrusts harder, gripping Shang Qinghua’s hips almost cruelly and pulling him flush against his groin. He grunts, hips snapping forward as he spills his release between Shang Qinghua’s thighs.

Shang Qinghua pants as he meets Mobei-Jun’s eyes, his gaze dark and hooded as he stares back. Hand still in his hair, Mobei-Jun tugs his face back, exposing the delicate column of his throat. “Mouth open,” he commands. “Tongue out.”

Shang Qinghua eagerly obeys as Mobei-Jun jerks his cock harshly, eyes squeezing shut as he shoots his load on Shang Qinghua’s waiting tongue.

Aiya, his king is so damn handsome when he comes. Shang Qinghua stares at the sight of Mobei-Jun’s pale cheeks dusted pink, brows furrowed in concentration as he chases his pleasure, mouth open and panting.

After the last spurt, Shang Qinghua swallows before suckling at the tip, wiping Mobei-Jun clean of any traces. He resolutely refuses to think that, had Luo Binghe accidentally slipped inside, he would have let him continue fucking instead of pushing him away.

The next time, he comes with Mobei-Jun sucking his abused nipples and fisting his own cock while Luo Binghe eats him out and fingers him.

Shang Qinghua surprises himself by asking Luo Binghe to fuck him the next time, well after they’ve cleaned up and cleared their minds from the lust of their earlier activities. He stammers his way through the words and is relieved when both men agree.

“It’s okay to stop if you want, but are you sure?” Luo Binghe croons when Shang Qinghua stops him right before he’s about to press the tip of his cock to Shang Qinghua’s fluttering hole.

Shang Qinghua is nervous again, like the second time had done this — their first time sober and clear headed — and he looks to Mobei-Jun for confirmation. If there’s even a single hint of doubt on his face, then Shang Qinghua doesn’t want this.

But all Shang Qinghua sees there is desire and something warm he thinks might be love. 

His back pressed to Mobei-Jun’s front, Shang Qinghua grabs those large hands in his own and guides them into lifting his thighs to his chest. Like this, Luo Binghe can see everything. He can see how hard Shang Qinghua is, how wet he is, how his hole clenches around nothing as he continues to stare.

Shang Qinghua whines, wriggling a little, trying to entice both men into action. He wants this so bad.

Luo Binghe grins and presses forward, placing a steadying hand against Shang Qinghua’s thigh, right next to Mobei-Jun’s hand. His other hand guides his cock to Shang Qinghua’s entrance, nudging the rim before pushing. He sinks in almost easily after taking Mobei-Jun’s cock not five minutes ago, but he goes even deeper.

Shang Qinghua isn’t sure if he’s imagining it, but he thinks he feels a slight bulge in his belly underneath his palm, right below his belly button. He cries out and it’s muffled by Mobei-Jun pressing their lips together and Shang Qinghua pants into the kiss.

Once Luo Binghe sinks all the way in, deeper than anything Shang Qinghua has ever taken before, they pause, catching their breaths. Mobei-Jun slides his hand down, cupping Shang Qinghua’s ass and kneading for a moment before his fingers trail around Shang Qinghua’s puffy entrance. The soft touch sends sparks racing down his spine and he shivers.

Mobei-Jun’s finger prods where they’re connected and Shang Qinghua hisses, tensing in surprise at the sensation of the pleasure-pain stretch, while Luo Binghe chokes back a moan. “Fuck, that’s good,” he says as he draws back before sliding back in.

Luo Binghe picks up the pace, pausing only when Mobei-Jun tugs at Shang Qinghua’s rim, causing Shang Qinghua to clamp down tight around his cock with a whimper.

They don’t last long before they’re making a mess of the sheets.

Shang Qinghua loses track of how many times they come together or how long they’ve been doing it, but he knows when the last time is.

He’s sucking Mobei-Jun with Luo Binghe behind him, thrusting steadily so Shang Qinghua chokes on Mobei-Jun’s cock every couple of thrusts. He pulls out without coming and Shang Qinghua whines at the loss, until they’re guiding Shang Qinghua into Mobei-Jun’s lap.

He locks his ankles behind Mobei-Jun’s back as he sinks onto his thick pillar, arms around his neck and he keens from the delicious stretch. He’s so open from Luo Binghe working him with his fingers first, then his cock that Shang Qinghua is greedy for Mobei-Jun’s thickness.

As he bounces in Mobei-Jun’s lap, fingers prod at his entrance, slipping inside beside Mobei-Jun’s cock as he slows. It almost burns, that pleasure-pain that Shang Qinghua craves and his hole shivers around the girth.

“I think he can take it,” Mobei-Jun whispers in awe, hands spreading Shang Qinghua’s cheeks and stretching him even more.

Shang Qinghua nods against Mobei-Jun’s chest. “Yeah, like that,” he whines.

There’s a long moment where Mobei-Jun doesn’t move, holding Shang Qinghua’s hips still to keep him from grinding. Shang Qinghua thinks he hears the click of a cap, followed by a squelch, then something bigger than a finger is pressing at his stretched rim.

Shang Qinghua tenses for a brief moment, realizing that Mobei-Jun meant taking both of them. He tries to relax when Luo Binghe presses forward, catching his rim. It feels like too much, like Shang Qinghua can’t stretch any more without being split in two, until Luo Binghe finally sinks inside.

“Wait!” He cries at the sharp sensation, unsure if it’s bad or good and unable to process if he likes it. It’s too much and overwhelming and no one moves, their pants filling the room. He can barely hear that over the blood rushing south. His cock is still hard and leaking and he can handle this. He doesn’t feel torn and now that he’s had a moment, neither Luo Binghe or Mobei-Jun moving, Shang Qinghua finally starts to relax.

Fuck, he’s got both of them inside him. Shang Qinghua’s never been this full before, never thought it possible. At least, not with their massive pillars.

He brushes Mobei-Jun’s hip with his fingers, tapping three times, I’m okay, keep going, not quite able to get the words out but his king understands. 

Mobei-Jun lifts his hips carefully, the subtle movement making all three men groan. He continues slowly rocking into Shang Qinghua, gliding along Luo Binghe’s cock as Shang Qinghua can barely squeeze around both lengths.

Shang Qinghua is so full and neither cock hits his prostate, but the feeling of his stretched rim, Mobei-Jun’s thick cock sliding along the sensitive opening, has him trembling.

When Luo Binghe starts to rut, thrusts deep and languid, never pulling out more than half way, Shang Qinghua lets out a broken sob. He’s so close but it’s not enough, at least until Mobei-Jun wraps his hand around Shang Qinghua’s cock, stroking firmly and thumbing the sensitive underside.

It’s enough to send him over the edge and Shang Qinghua wails as he comes, clamping down around both cocks in pulsing waves. He has the vague sensation of them slipping out, his hole gaping and so utterly empty before he blacks out.

A few days later, Luo Binghe tells them that he’s interested in someone and wants to actually give a relationship a shot. Shang Qinghua is happy for him but mostly, he’s relieved because it means no more threesomes.

It had felt so amazing at the time, the delicious stretch and feeling completely full, but he is a little scared at how far he would go to feel that good, and how it would leave him after.

After taking them both at the same time, Shang Qinghua had almost gone to the doctor because he could barely move the next morning! Mobei-Jun had pampered him, making him noodles and drawing a bath and giving him a massage but even still, it had left him feeling wrung out and aching for days. 

Shen Yuan had been worried, knowing something happened but Shang Qinghua had lied and said he had fallen and landed on his tailbone. Cucumber-bro will never know, Shang Qinghua will never tell him. That would be way too embarrassing so he sticks to the lie, even though he knows Shen Yuan doesn’t fully believe him.

“I love you,” Shang Qinghua nuzzles into Mobei-Jun’s neck, sprawled out on top of the other man, as they lay in bed together one lazy morning. Mobei-Jun hums in satisfaction against him and Shang Qinghua can feel the vibrations as Mobei-Jun languidly strokes his back.

He doesn’t think it’s worth it and Shang Qinghua has had his fill of that kind of papapa.

No more threesomes for him!

Chapter Text

Shen Yuan cards his fingers through Luo Binghe’s curly hair, letting out a pleased sigh when the man takes his length deeper into his mouth. He lets him for a moment, lets Luo Binghe suck him down until his nose presses into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. 

He tips his head back against the lounge chair, enjoying the way his boyfriend mouths his length and he moans as a talented tongue swirls around the sensitive head before sinking back down. 

Glancing down, he feels a curl of warmth go straight to his cock at the sight. Luo Binghe is striking on his knees between Shen Yuan’s spread legs, lust filled eyes glancing up at him and his lips swollen around his cock. But he doesn’t want to come like this.

Not today.

So he says, “Alright, Binghe, that’s enough.”

When Luo Binghe hollows his cheeks, Shen Yuan has to fight his instincts to not thrust into the tight, wet heat. It feels so good and he knows it’ll feel incredible to have that tight heat swallow him down, but he has other plans. 

Gripping Luo Binghe’s hair harshly, he yanks the man off his cock. He’s panting and flushed, a line of drool spilling down his chin. With his hands bound behind his back, he’s unable to resist the movement.

“I said enough.”

He is pleased when Luo Binghe says nothing as he gazes back through half-lidded eyes, following Shen Yuan’s earlier command of no speaking unless he’s asked a question. Shen Yuan knows that if Luo Binghe speaks, he’ll break and give in to whatever he wants.

They had been planning this for too long, had been talking about it for even longer, for Shen Yuan to collapse and give in when they’re so close to getting what Luo Binghe really wants.

Shen Yuan rakes his eyes over Luo Binghe’s form. Lean muscles all over, built from years of playing basketball and maintained from daily workouts. His cock is hard and standing proud between his legs, forced on his knees with his arms bound behind his back and unable to find relief.

Luo Binghe is a sight to behold, the long line of his throat exposed and the bump in his throat bobs as he swallows, Shen Yuan watching the movement with rapt attention.

He doesn’t release his grip, though his fingers slacken around the tresses and he presses the heel of his foot against Luo Binghe’s cock. The man hisses, biting back a choked, “Shizun – ” before clamping his lips shut.

Shen Yuan tuts in feigned disappointment and presses a little harder. He gets a low groan for his efforts and Luo Binghe starts to rut against his foot. He allows the movement briefly, seeing if Luo Binghe stops himself on his own. When he continues grinding, Shen Yuan frowns before he pulls his foot away, Luo Binghe groaning in mild irritation.

“You continue to misbehave,” Shen Yuan sighs and slaps him across the cheek, the sound loud in the quiet suite. Luo Binghe’s head jerks to the side and for a moment, Shen Yuan feels his heart stutter and his stomach sink. 

Fuck, had that been too much? He didn’t think he had used hardly any force and his palm barely stings but…

Before he can say anything, Luo Binghe meets his gaze, eyes impossibly dark and cheek red from the impact. He looks even more turned on than before and he doesn’t say the safeword, so Shen Yuan swallows tightly and continues, “Turn around and bend over.”

Luo Binghe eagerly obeys, the movements that should be awkward due to the bindings only appear graceful as he turns and bends at the hips, pressing his cheek and shoulder to the floor and presenting.

Shen Yuan has a lovely view, the base of a plug peeking out of his entrance. He had already gotten Luo Binghe off once with the plug, the man’s stamina is insane and Shen Yuan is often fucked to exhaustion.

Shen Yuan knows that the moment he enters Luo Binghe, a first for both of them, it will be a struggle to last. It’s why he had taken his time, working the plug in, carefully avoiding his prostate until Luo Binghe had practically been shivering underneath Shen Yuan’s attention, before finally giving in and nudging the sensitive spot almost relentlessly until he came, white streaks spilling over his abs and even as far as his chest and collarbones.

Now that Luo Binghe is fully hard again, Shen Yuan decides it’s time.

Well, almost time. He brushes a hand along strong thighs, enjoying the way the skin pebbles under his touch. Catering to Luo Binghe’s slightly masochistic side is challenging, but if it makes him feel good, if he enjoys it and is happy, then Shen Yuan is willing to try.

“When I said enough, you didn’t listen and I had to repeat myself,” Shen Yuan says idly, tracing the edge of the plug before tugging it out gently, to its widest point, holding it there so that it creates pressure against Luo Binghe’s rim. 

“When I tried to punish you, you spoke and then rutted against my foot like a dog in heat,” he continues, pushing the plug back in.

Luo Binghe groans as the toy grazes his prostate, hips trying to wiggle back and seeking more friction. 

“Even now, you’re being disobedient. Seeking your own pleasure instead of letting me take care of you,” Shen Yuan tries to make himself sound disappointed and he thinks it works well enough, because it earns a pitiful whine from Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan leans back, reaching for the flogger that Luo Binghe had picked out to bring with them on their overnight trip. Shen Yuan is relieved that he hadn’t picked the riding crop because he doesn’t think he could handle using that quite yet. Taking it in hand, he trails the fronds along the back of Luo Binghe’s thighs, watching carefully.

Luo Binghe trembles at the ghost of a touch, cock twitching even as it hangs heavy between his legs. Using the end of the handle, Shen Yuan guides Luo Binghe’s legs a little further apart. He takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves as he says, “Tell me, how many?” 

Luo Binghe’s voice breaks and he has to clear his throat. When he finally answers, his voice is rough, “As many as you think I deserve, Shizun.”

Shen Yuan closes his eyes, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling.

You don’t deserve any, Binghe, he wants to say but presses his lips together to keep the words from spilling from his mouth.

Shen Yuan lands the first strike to the meat of Luo Binghe’s ass. He watches the man jerk forward a bit, a shudder running through his frame along with a low groan spilling from his lips. Relief springs up and Shen Yuan is able to land another strike to his other cheek.

He is not going to let Luo Binghe know that he had practiced using the flogger, first on himself so he could get an idea of what it felt like, how much of a sting it could land with how much force he used, then on one of their couch cushions so he could match his form with the correct amount of strength in the blows.

Already, red stripes bloom across Luo Binghe’s cheeks but the man arches his back, panting. Shen Yuan can see his hole clenching around the plug and while the actual spanking doesn’t do anything for him, seeing how much of a mess Luo Binghe is, how much he is enjoying it, is a definite turn on and his cock throbs at the sight.

He decides six is a good number to end on, landing the last strike directly above the plus in Luo Binghe’s ass. A choked moan spills from the man’s mouth and his cock is practically dripping precum like a faucet.

Shen Yuan is careful when he grazes his palms across reddened globes, one hand settling on the plug as he leans over Luo Binghe. “You took your punishment very well, Binghe.”

The praise makes Luo Binghe shiver, exhaling a breathy moan.

Shen Yuan leans back and gently removes the plug, setting it aside. He reaches for Luo Binghe’s hands, curling their fingers together. “Do you want to stay like this while I fuck you?”

Luo Binghe squeezes his hand in return, “Yes, Shizun.”

Heart racing, Shen Yuan grabs the bottle of lube on the coffee table and coats his length before wiping the excess on Luo Binghe’s hole. He’s plenty slick and stretched and Shen Yuan lines his cock up. The entrance flutters underneath, trying to suck him in and Shen Yuan groans when the head pops in.

Luo Binghe moans and presses back, taking him deeper. Shen Yuan bites down on his lip, trying not to come the moment his hips press against reddened cheeks, fully sheathed in the tight channel.

He knows he’s not going to last long and he wants Luo Binghe to come again, so Shen Yuan reaches around, stroking that impressive length, matching rhythm as he rocks his hips forward and back.

When Luo Binghe clamps tight around his length, releasing a low groan and spilling into his hand, Shen Yuan finally lets go. He snaps his hips forward two, three, four more times and he feels the tension snap. He pulls out, spurts of cum painting Luo Binghe’s hole.

Some indeterminate time later, after they’ve cleaned up and taken a long bath together, Shen Yuan sits with Luo Binghe wrapped around him on the couch. He’s holding Luo Binghe’s hand, tracing the strong fingers and idly brings the hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss to each knuckle.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he whispers.

Luo Binghe nuzzles his neck and the action sends a curl of warmth shooting right to his groin. “Thank you, Shizun,” Luo Binghe breathes and his warm breath makes Shen Yuan shiver. “I never thought I would be able to ask for something like that.”

Shen Yuan twists a little, pulling Luo Binghe into a lazy kiss. “All you have to do is ask, Binghe.”

They had planned to go to a festival the next day, but with the sudden downpour, they decide to head home early. Shen Yuan is not exactly disappointed. While he wanted to go to the festival with Luo Binghe, he is also excited to return home.

They’ve been gone since Friday morning and he is eager to sleep in his own bed and just be away from people. 

Not Luo Binghe, never Luo Binghe.

As they’re pulling into the parking garage, Shen Yuan starts, “Did you message Mobei-Jun?”

Luo Binghe gives him a sheepish look, pulling out his phone once they’ve parked, “I completely forgot. I’ll go ahead and text him now.”

Shen Yuan shrugs, covering his larger hand with his own, “Don’t worry about it, we’re already back.”

Since graduating a little over a year ago, Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe ended up renting a condo with Luo Binghe’s best friend, Mobei-Jun and his boyfriend, Shang Qinghua — who happens to be Shen Yuan’s best friend.

It had been funny, how everything worked out. Shen Yuan had roomed with Shang Qinghua a majority of their college years, and Luo Binghe with Mobei-Jun.

Once Shen Yuan had started dating Luo Binghe, long after Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua had been dating, they ended up swapping roommates. Luo Binghe was always over at Shen Yuan’s anyway, and Shang Qinghua was always over at Mobei-Jun’s in turn, so it worked out.

They really hadn’t planned on living together, all four of them anyway, once they graduated.

Shen Yuan could afford the entire condo himself, coming from a wealthy family. But the same couldn’t be said for Luo Binghe, who had been orphaned as a child and had worked hard to earn scholarships in order to pay for his education; or Shang Qinghua, who had been disowned by his family at nineteen when he had come out to them. They hadn’t taken the news well and cut off all communication and school funding.

Mobei-Jun could have gotten a place for himself, almost as well off as Shen Yuan, but he had been insistent on staying with Shang Qinghua.

They had talked about it for months before they decided to just get a condo together. They had already hung out together most nights, anyway, when they were studying for finals or on dates with their respective partners. Plus, the condo was plenty big enough to where they got privacy when they wanted, the bedrooms on opposite sides with a shared living space between them.

And Shen Yuan got to gently encourage Airplane bro to write less trashy arcs in his web novel and focus more on the actual plot, now that he didn’t need to make as much money as he could just to support his basic living expenses.

He’s sure that Shang Qinghua would claim he’s being a nitpicky and Shen Yuan really does try not to be! Shang Qinghua can write really well when he’s not trying to survive off the money he makes by writing cheap smut. Now that they all live together, the rent is cheap and the bills are drastically reduced – split four ways makes quite the difference – so really, Shang Qinghua has no real reason to continue writing trashy smut.

They step into the elevator and Luo Binghe crowds against him, pinning him to the wall. Groaning, Shen Yuan pushes against his chest halfheartedly. “We’re in the elevator, Binghe,” he scolds as Luo Binghe dips down to press a kiss to his lips.

“But we have to go back to work tomorrow,” he wheedles as he pulls back a little, hands sliding down to rest on Shen Yuan’s hips and swaying gently.

He’s tempted, but the elevator? Really? 

Instead, he settles for taking Luo Binghe’s hands in his own, lacing their fingers together. “Maybe we can convince Mobei-Jun to take Airplane out for dinner.”

Luo Binghe grins, eyes going dark. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?” He purrs, tugging Shen Yuan out of the elevator when the doors open on their floor.

Shen Yuan shakes his head, a fond smile on his lips, as he’s led to their door. This man, seriously!

He punches the key code in but before he can open the door, Luo Binghe tugs him in for another chaste kiss. Shen Yuan lets him for a moment before pushing him inside.

He stumbles into Luo Binghe’s broad back, not expecting him to have stopped and all at once, he notices several things.

The unmistakable sounds of someone getting thoroughly railed reach his ears and Shen Yuan doesn’t even realize that the sounds are real, not muffled like they would have been had it been just a porno playing on the TV. Not until he peeks around Luo Binghe, spotting the familiar figures of their best friends and roommates, fucking on the kitchen counter.

Shen Yuan is pretty sure his brain is fried. His lips part in a startled exhale, not registering what he’s seeing right away. His roommates are in the kitchen, in direct line of sight from their front door, and making sounds that could make AV actors blush. 

He knows he stares a little too long at the sight, Shang Qinghua lying on the counter on his back with his head towards the front door, not noticing that they have an audience as he’s practically folded in half. Mobei-Jun holds his ass up with his thighs spread open, enthusiastically rimming the smaller man.

Shen Yuan must make a sound because Mobei-Jun glances up, first meeting his gaze then Luo Binghe’s and…

And keeps going!

He definitely makes a sound then, something like startled outrage because, “Seriously? The kitchen?!” Is the only thing he can think before Luo Binghe, howling with laughter, drags him to their bedroom.

He can hear Shang Qinghua wailing at Mobei-Jun, even from behind their closed door. “Not again! Why didn’t you tell me they were there?”

Shen Yuan remembers once, Shang Qinghua had confessed to him that Luo Binghe had walked in on him and Mobei-Jun while they’d been in a rather compromising position. Shen Yuan had teased Shang Qinghua about being an exhibtionist, but maybe it’s really Mobei-Jun?

He thinks of the way those blue eyes met his, smirking before diving back in, completely unconcerned with their voyeurs. 

“Didn’t you walk in on them before?” He asks Luo Binghe later that night, in the safety of darkness. It had plagued his mind all day and as much as he wants to deny it, the sight had turned him on.

Shang Qinghua has changed, since the last time Shen Yuan had seen him naked. They dated in high school and while they decided they would be better as friends, Shen Yuan remembers enjoying their make outs and mutual handjobs.

Back then, Shang Qinghua had been rather average, all awkward limbs – not that Shen Yuan is complaining, he had been an awkward teen as well – and during college, after a consistent diet of noodles and practically no exercise, he’d put on a little weight. Not that Shen Yuan cared about that. But since he started dating Mobei-Jun, his diet improved. And especially so since they started living together.

Shang Qinghua from earlier had been slender and extremely flexible, flushed pink down to his chest and his cock hard and shiny with precum.

Shen Yuan couldn’t get it off his mind, how strangely pretty he had looked, getting his ass eaten out on the kitchen counter.

Luo Binghe chuckles and pulls him closer, tucking Shen Yuan to his chest. “Several years ago. That was before we started dating. Why?”

“Just…” he’s not sure why he brought it up. He hadn’t meant to, though he is a little curious to how Luo Binghe had reacted. He wants to know both sides, having only ever heard Shang Qinghua’s version. “He told me about it once.”

“Yeah? It was hot,” Luo Binghe admits. “Mobei-Jun had him pinned to the couch and was fucking him senseless. He came as soon as we made eye contact.”

Shang Qinghua hadn’t told him that, though it sort of makes sense, if he actually gets off to people watching him. 

“Shizun?” Luo Binghe says a moment later, almost hesitant. “I don’t want to hide anything from you…”

Shen Yuan can hear the “but” a mile away. “What is it?”

“We used to fuck,” he says in a quiet voice. “The three of us.”

Shen Yuan blinks and he’s grateful for the darkness because he has no idea what to say to that. He’s not mad because he already knew that Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun had been sort of friends with benefits early on in their college days. And with Shen Yuan’s history with Shang Qinghua, he really has no room to judge Luo Binghe on that front.

He must take too long to respond because Luo Binghe quickly tries to explain, “it was before we started dating and only a few times. I promise, we stopped once I realized I liked you and I started asking you out. I haven’t slept with them since. Only you, A-Yuan.”

“Binghe,” Shen Yuan says, reaching up in the dark to cup his cheeks. He fumbles and knocks Luo Binghe’s chin by accident but his palms find those warm cheeks and they’re damp with tears and shit. “I’m not mad, I promise. I’m not exactly sure how I feel, but definitely not mad. I… I guess I’m a little jealous? That you all knew and I didn’t.”

“I’m so sorry,” Binghe sniffles and Shen Yuan scoots even closer, snaking his arms around him and hugging tight.

“Enough of that,” he chides. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Even me and Airplane used to jerk each other off, so I have no reason to be mad at you for who you slept with before we were even together.”

Luo Binghe makes a little content sound in his throat and Shen Yuan can feel it rumble in his chest. Now that they’ve both calmed down, sleep tugs at him and Shen Yuan can feel his eyes drooping shut.

Then, barely more than a whisper, Luo Binghe says, almost as an afterthought, “I would’ve loved to see it.”

“Hm?”

“You and Qinghua. It’d be hot,” he confesses sleepily.

Shen Yuan finds it impossible to sleep after that.

The thought doesn’t leave his mind. 

Even several weeks later, when it’s just him and Shang Qinghua, watching some anime while they binge eat noodles like they hadn’t done since their college days.

Luo Binghe is out at a company dinner with his colleagues from the law firm that he’s been working at since graduating and Mobei-Jun had to go back to his hometown to deal with family drama. Something about his uncle trying to sell the family home, even though he has no authority.

So they’re watching anime and even still, Shen Yuan can’t get the thought of Luo Binghe’s late night confession out of his mind.

He stares at Shang Qinghua out of the corner of his eyes, curious. He is attractive, in a twink-ish kind of way, looking a good five years younger than his actual age, now that he has a decent diet and gets proper sleep. He let his hair grow long since high school, the locks reaching past his shoulders when it’s not in is usual bun, like it is now.

Shen Yuan resists the urge to lean forward and tug the locks free. Instead, he zeroes in on a stray drop of soup that spills from the corner of Shang Qinghua’s mouth, a pink tongue darting out to swipe it up.

Shen Yuan knows what it’s like to kiss those soft lips, knows what he sounds like when he comes. Shang Qinghua has always been vocal and so lascivious, even when they had only stroked each other off.

Does he still sigh contentedly when the roof of his mouth is licked? Does he still like the slit of his cock teased, right before he comes?

Shen Yuan’s pulse races and he realizes he’s half hard. He needs to change his thoughts, and fast. “So, you and Mobei-Jun and Binghe all fucked, huh?” Spills out of his mouth before he realizes it. Well, the words are out and it’s too late to take them back.

Shang Qinghua practically chokes on his noodles, coughing and face going red. Shen Yuan thumps him on the back a few times and once he’s cleared his throat and able to breathe, he turns wide eyes to Shen Yuan. “He told you??”

Shen Yuan glares, mildly peeved, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He’s not actually mad, just a little annoyed that they all knew and he didn’t. 

“It happened forever ago! Way, way, way before you two started dating. And I don’t tell you all my sex kinks,” Shang Qinghua pouts, lower lip jutting out and Shen Yuan has the urge to kiss him.

He resists because he’s not going to cheat on Luo Binghe. He’s annoyed at himself and at Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun because if they hadn’t been fucking in the kitchen that day, then Shen Yuan would never be thinking these thoughts.

He ignores the fact that he has, in the past, pictured the pair making out on the couch. He can picture it easily because he’s seen it before, having to yell at them once they get too heated, Shang Qinghua leading his boyfriend away sheepishly.

He has no idea what it feels like to kiss Mobei-Jun, but Shen Yuan knows exactly what it’s like to kiss Shang Qinghua and he presses his lips together, returning his attention to the screen.

Is it cheating if Luo Binghe joins in? Then Mobei-Jun would have to join too, so that Shang Qinghua isn’t cheating either, and wow, that’s a thought.

How does sex even work with four people? Three people, he can guess fairly easily. He’s been thinking about it for days, wishing he could have seen it. 

Did Luo Binghe fuck Shang Qinghua the same way he fucks Shen Yuan? There’s no way either Shang Qinghua or Mobei-Jun topped him. That pleasure belongs to Shen Yuan only and he is immensely pleased by that fact.

Four people, though.

He pushes the thought away and focuses his attention to whatever lighthearted anime Shang Qinghua had chosen (My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999 and it is absolutely adorable and Shen Yuan is invested, though he refuses to admit it).

It gets brought up again, one night when they’re having drinks after a long, stressful week. They even order takeout, Shen Yuan convincing Luo Binghe to forgo dinner duty and just relax.

Pleasantly buzzed, maybe a little more than, Shen Yuan startles when Shang Qinghua lets out a loud, almost panicked cry, slapping his cheeks. 

“What the fuck, Airplane?” Shen Yuan grumbles from his end of the couch, mildly annoyed at the sudden outburst. He doesn’t stop toying with Luo Binghe’s hair, sat on the floor with his head reclined back against Shen Yuan's thigh, eyes closed in and a peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Mobei-Jun squeezes Shang Qinghua’s shoulder then rubs his arm soothingly while the author whines, “Oh, no, no, nooo. I didn’t. Fuck, I did, didn’t I?” As usual, Shang Qinghua is in the larger man’s lap, sat sideways as he buries his face in Mobei-Jun’s chest.

He’s embarrassed about something, some random thought that got stuck in his head, but his rambling makes no sense whatsoever. Shen Yuan shifts on the couch, stretching his legs to nudge him with his bare feet, “What’re you on about?”

Shang Qinghua glances at all of them, cheeks still red and eyes wide in mortification, “I… I made out with everyone here. Not like, just smooching but full on, all tongues and wet and messy making out.”

Shen Yuan blinks. Then laughs because why hadn’t he thought of that? Of course, Shang Qinghua has kissed each of them. He knows the two of them made out fairly often as teenagers, and Shen Yuan has seen the way Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun kiss.

Actually, he’s a little disappointed that he hasn’t seen Luo Binghe kiss Shang Qinghua. He really would like to see it.

“Shizun?” Luo Binghe looks up at him with wide eyes and oh, he must have said that last bit aloud. 

He blames the alcohol for his lack of filter, usually much better at containing his thoughts. 

“I mean, I haven’t seen it so it doesn’t count,” he corrects and, in his mind, it makes perfect sense. He nods to himself, satisfied with his reasoning.

Shang Qinghua though, argues, “But I did! With all of you!”

A plan forms in his mind, and he smirks, pleased at his own cleverness. Shen Yuan nudges Shang Qinghua’s thigh again, “Prove it, then.”

“Well, you and me kissed when we were teenagers,” Shang Qinghua hurries to explain and Shen Yuan knows this, having been an active participant and an excellent memory. “Then obviously me and Mobei-Jun. Because we’ve been together for… for… four years!” He chuckles to himself at his own choice of words.

“Obviously! I’ve seen you two, you don’t care if anyone’s around. You just start making out,” Shen Yuan scrunches his nose. He’s never been one for PDA personally, but to each their own.

“A-and then me and… me and Binghe. A long time ago, though!” Shang Qinghua emphasizes, waving his hands placatingly.

“But I haven’t seen it,” Shen Yuan counters with a shrug, setting the bait.

“So if you do see it, if me and Binghe kiss right now, then it counts?” Shang Qinghua asks.

He resists smiling, the author falling into his trap perfectly. “Yeah, of course,” Shen Yuan agrees, feeling a bubble of excitement build. That irrational part of his mind needs to see Luo Binghe and Shang Qinghua kiss.

“Shizun, are you sure?” Luo Binghe asks hesitantly, but even Shen Yuan can see the interest in his eyes as his gaze flicks to Shang Qinghua then back.

Shen Yuan smiles and nods, patting his cheek, “Why not? You’ve already done it before.”

Shang Qinghua, completely missing the fact that Shen Yuan had just admitted the very thing he had been trying to prove, looks to Mobei-Jun. “Can we do that?”

Mobei-Jun hums, his features soft as he looks at his boyfriend. He presses a light kiss to his forehead, voice low, “Whatever Qinghua wants.”

The moment stretches on, no one moving from their spots until something seems to snap. Shang Qinghua stumbles from Mobei-Jun’s lap, Mobei-Jun reaching a steadying hand out to make sure the author doesn’t fall, and then he’s on his knees, on the floor next to Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan watches, watches as Luo Binghe leans forward, sliding a hand to Shang Qinghua’s nape and pulling him in for a kiss.

It doesn’t last nearly as long as Shen Yuan would like and when they break away, he can’t help but taunt, “Since you’ve kissed everyone here…who’s the best?”

He knows it’s subjective, but the answer is obviously Luo Binghe. Hands down. There’s no other choice. He’s not biased at all.

Shen Yuan is a little taken aback when Shang Qinghua presses his lips together, avoiding everyone’s gazes as he remains kneeling on the floor next to the couch. “I don’t. Um, it’s not really fair to you. I mean, it’s been over… over ten years? Since we kissed, so I don’t — ”

Shen Yuan dips down and presses their lips together with a sigh, holding Shang Qinghua’s cheeks between his palms. It’s comfortable and familiar, easy to fall into and he sucks on that plush, lower lip, pulling a breathy moan from Shang Qinghua.

He doesn’t know why he kisses Shang Qinghua and when the doorbell rings, their takeout finally having arrived, Shen Yuan is relieved for the distraction.

“Qinghua wants a foursome.”

Oddly enough, it’s Mobei-Jun who brings it up some odd days later. Qinghua is still sound asleep, likely for another thirty minutes or so at least, before Mobei-Jun will try for the third time to wake his lover.

Shen Yuan polishes off his bowl of congee, left warm and waiting in the rice cooker. Luo Binghe had prepared the meal before he left for work almost an hour ago. Even after filling his bowl, there is enough for Shang Qinghua when he gets up.

The first morning Luo Binghe had made breakfast for Shen Yuan, after they had all moved in, and a sleepy Shang Qinghua had woken to the scent only to find none left. Shen Yuan hadn’t been able to take the look of utter devastation on his friend’s face and since then, Luo Binghe makes enough for the two. Mobei-Jun always sticks with his protein drinks.

It’s a normal Tuesday for them, apart from Mobei-Jun’s conversation starter. Most of the time, he’s quiet as he drinks his protein shake for breakfast, having come back from a workout.

Today is an anomaly.

It must be chilly outside because he’s still wearing his sweatshirt. Sweat lines the collar and Mobei-Jun's skin is flushed lightly as he takes another long swig of his shake. Then, “He won’t ask. He’s too scared of rejection.”

That makes sense and Shen Yuan finds himself nodding. “He’s mentioned it, though?”

There’s a slight crease between Mobei-Jun’s brows and Shen Yuan has learned that that is a, “No.”

Shen Yuan looks him over objectively. Mobei-Jun is, without a doubt, a very attractive man. He’s got the tall, dark and handsome vibe going, on top of the broody, tortured soul look and Shen Yuan can see why Shang Qinghua is enamored with him.

He’s not Shen Yuan’s type, but he is definitely attractive. He thinks of the way Mobei-Jun had met his gaze while eating Shang Qinghua out all those weeks ago and feels a curl of warmth settle in his gut.

Still, a foursome? He rests his chin in the palm of his hand. He thinks Luo Binghe would also be interested, probably. He had really been into kissing Shang Qinghua the other night. And now that Shen Yuan is thinking about it, Luo Binghe has fucked each and every member in their household.

Huh.

Though they haven’t brought it up, Luo Binghe has been extra affectionate and clingier than usual. Shen Yuan doesn’t mind this, even though he’ll act mildly irritated. Curiosity piqued, he asks, “Then where did you get that idea?”

Mobei-Jun turns to the sink, turning the water on. “I’ve seen the way his eyes linger. The way yours do, and Binghe’s.”

The man is observant, Shen Yuan will give him that. He watches Mobei-Jun rinse the glass, a habit that had to be worked on. Of all of them, Mobei-Jun is probably the least tidy of their group, tending to leave clothes lay and dishes on the table. He’s been working on it, at least, and Shen Yuan is glad the habits are starting to stick.

Once he’s finished rinsing the glass, Mobei-Jun turns back to Shen Yuan. “Binghe and I gave him a little nudge, before.”

Shen Yuan sits up a little straighter, attention caught. “Explain.”

Mobei-Jun huffs, finally a ghost of a smile reaching his face. “When it was the three of us. Qinghua wanted it, so Binghe and I talked.”

Shen Yuan is not exactly surprised. He and Shang Qinghua have mentioned a bit of their sex lives to one another, more times than he would like to admit. Of course, Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe would do the same.

He is surprised when Mobei-Jun continues, “Binghe never had class that day.”

“What?” Shen Yuan exhales, mouth hanging open as the implication sinks in.

“We wouldn’t have gone any further, if Qinghua didn’t want it,” Mobei-Jun clarifies.

Shen Yuan narrows his eyes as a thought occurs to him, “The other day, when Binghe and I came home early from our trip. That was planned, wasn’t it?”

Mobei-Jun’s smile widens, though he remains silent.

It makes sense. While Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua would often make out in the shared living space, with no regard as to who was there, they kept sex in their bedroom and possibly the bathroom.

At least, to his knowledge.

Mobei-Jun had known that he and Luo Binghe were on their way back. Shen Yuan thinks of Luo Binghe’s expression, when he had asked if he had messaged Mobei-Jun. He had been sheepish, but there was something else in his gaze.

They both knew.

It’s apparent that Luo Binghe is definitely up for a foursome, so really, why should Shen Yuan say no, when all he wants is for Luo Binghe to be happy?

Shang Qinghua is nervous.

No, that’s an understatement.

His heart is beating so fast, he thinks it might beat right out of his chest and the butterflies in his belly are fluttering so hard, he almost feels sick.

But there’s a spark of arousal settling in his groin too as Shen Yuan cages him in, body pressing against his and pinning him to the bed. It feels, not awkward exactly, maybe a little strange? 

This is his best friend!

Sure, they used to date and they’ve seen each other naked plenty of times, even jerked each other off! But that was years ago. And they both have boyfriends now! 

And both of them are watching, watching as Shen Yuan takes the lead, watching as Shang Qinghua is already practically trembling. Mostly from nerves, but still.

“So uh…” he says, trying to cover the sound of his heart because there’s no way Shen Yuan can’t hear it! He finds himself babbling.

Stalling.

“We’re all still on board with this? Because it’s totally okay if not!”

“Airplane,” Shen Yuan sighs in exasperation and Shang Qinghua can feel his breath against his lips, and then they’re kissing.

Oh.

Like the other night, Shen Yuan is gentle. Gentler than Shang Qinghua remembers from when they were teens, fumbling along as they explored their sexuality. He’s gentler than Mobei-Jun, for sure, who absolutely dominates him, devouring him whole and leaving Shang Qinghua nothing but a puddle of raw nerves behind.

It’s a nice change of pace and he hums when Shen Yuan sucks on his lower lip before licking against the seam of his mouth. 

Shang Qinghua feels warm all over, pleasure beginning to simmer as he loses himself in the soft kiss. He shivers when Shen Yuan licks the roof of his mouth, sensitive and sending a zing of pleasure racing to his cock.

He thought he had been done with this. He thought he had had more than enough that last time with Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe.

Apparently, his libido is not on the same page, rearing for another chance.

Shen Yuan fumbles his shirt over his head, then tugs off his own before pressing close and returning to the kiss. The skin-to-skin contact is nice and Shang Qinghua sighs into the kiss, finally brave enough to rest his hands on Shen Yuan’s sides.

He almost forgets they have an audience. At least, until they’re suddenly naked, grinding into one another. The friction feels nice and he’s definitely fully hard now, feeling eyes watching

“How…” he says as he breaks the kiss, voice failing him a moment. He swallows and tries again, “How are we doing this?”

“Shut up and trust me, A-Hua,” Shen Yuan says, cupping Shang Qinghua’s cheek and ending the discussion with a kiss.

Shang Qinghua melts into the kiss and Shen Yuan shifts them onto their sides. It almost feels like they’re teenagers again, hiding away in Shen Yuan’s room, trading handjobs before his parents get home.

Their legs tangle together and they slowly rut into each other. The pace is slow, controlled and Shen Yuan slides his hand to rest on Shang Qinghua’s hip, thumb sliding along his hip bone. The action is soothing, they’ve done this before and Shang Qinghua feels himself calming down, a hazy blanket of warm pleasure settling over him.

He doesn’t even startle when he feels Mobei-Jun lay down behind him, only breaks the kiss with Shen Yuan to tilt his head so he can see his boyfriend. He reaches and Mobei-Jun meets him readily, slotting their mouths together.

Shang Qinghua groans as he feels a hand on his cock, not his and not Mobei-Jun’s. It’s softer than he’s used to but vaguely familiar in the way the touch teases, stroking idly with a pressure that’s just barely enough.

He realizes he should probably return the gesture, mind slowly becoming hazy and Shang Qinghua reaches for Shen Yuan. He’s pleased when he pulls a quiet hum from his friend as his fingers curl around his length.

Mobei-Jun nips at his lip, the slight sting going right to his cock and it’s getting harder to focus as pleasure simmers in his veins. It’s even worse, even better, when he feels thick fingers slide between his cheeks, nudging his entrance.

Breaking the kiss, Mobei-Jun mouths along his nape, sucking a mark into his skin there as he presses his fingers inside, breaching him easily. 

Shang Qinghua barely has a moment to notice that Luo Binghe is behind Shen Yuan, practically mirroring his and Mobei-Jun’s position, before Shen Yuan pulls him in for another kiss. He licks at the tender spot on his lip, where Mobei-Jun nipped and tightens his grip.

Shang Qinghua jolts, trying to rut forward into the hand on his cock and push back against the fingers working him open, and he’s glad for the slow pace because it’s so much sensation, the fire in his core growing. He barely has half a mind to continue stroking Shen Yuan, squeezing the base of his cock and earning a muffled moan for his efforts.

It’s not often that he and Mobei-Jun go so slow like this. Shang Qinghua admits he is impatient and needy and gets lost in seeking his pleasure, that slowing it down like this, the slow press of Mobei-Jun’s cock against his entrance and the lazy kisses with Shen Yuan, the soft sighs and low moans surrounding him…

It works him to the edge faster than he expects and he jerks a hand to his own cock, squeezing around Shen Yuan’s hand to tighten the grip because he doesn’t want to come so soon, doesn’t want to be the first one to come, when they’ve really only just started.

Panting into Shen Yuan’s mouth, Shang Qinghua can feel him smirking so he retaliates by sucking his tongue into his own mouth and once Shen Yuan moans, Shang Qinghua bites down, just enough for the sting of pain to pull a choked gasp from his lips.

Fingers tangle in his hair, yanking his head back so he can meet narrowed green eyes. “Try that again and see what happens,” he warns, easing his grip once Shang Qinghua nods obediently.

The pace picks up then, Mobei-Jun rolling his hips into Shang Qinghua, his cock steadily working him open. He’s not as deep in this position, but the angle hits his prostate almost every other thrust. He’s close again and Shang Qinghua presses his forehead against Shen Yuan’s sternum, feeling his muscles tense all over as he closes in.

Still, he doesn’t want to be the first so he trails his hand a little lower, squeezing his balls gently in a way that he knows Shen Yuan likes. At least, he used to like it.

It does the trick and Shen Yuan cries out, tugging his hand away and locking their fingers together. He hears a guttural sound from the other side of Shen Yuan, sees a big hand tugging and pinching at his nipples and his friend’s face is pulled into a look of concentration, biting his lip and his brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut.

From over Shen Yuan’s shoulder, he sees Luo Binghe, meeting his gaze. He smirks, eyes raking down his form and then Shang Qinghua is coming, suddenly too much and overwhelmed by all the sensations and sounds and his body trembles, hole pulsing around that thick length buried in him. A press of teeth to his shoulder and a big hand on his belly pulling him flush against the warm body behind him, hips slamming one last time, lets him know that Mobei-Jun finds his release too.

Heart pounding and small tremors still wracking his body, Shang Qinghua opens his eyes. He hadn’t noticed he had closed them but is pleased to see the mess of cum covering both his and Shen Yuan’s softening cocks.

“You’re c-crushing my hand,” Shang Qinghua pants a few moments later.

Shen Yuan sighs and releases his grip and roughly pats his cheek a couple times. “Shut up and just bask, Airplane.”

The next time they all come together is an accident.

Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe had been gone for almost a week, dealing with Mobei-Jun’s uncle. Luo Binghe, being his best friend and an up-and-coming brilliant lawyer, had gone with him to help settle the dispute.

They were supposed to return that night, finally, already on the plane home.

Shang Qinghua is excited and horny because it feels like forever since he’s seen his boyfriend, and even longer since they fucked, and he’s pent up. He can’t help it, he’s in his prime and he’s a healthy man. He’s got needs!

He imagines Mobei-Jun coming home and finding Shang Qinghua on their bed, waiting and ready for him to just sink right in and fuck him senseless. In order for that to happen, though, he needs to do a bit of prep.

He starts with his fingers, taking his time as he works his way up to taking three and enjoying the gradual build and the slow stretch. He shifts his legs, spreading a bit so he can reach a little deeper. He always has a hard time finding his prostate with just his fingers, the digits barely brushing the sensitive bundle.

Huffing, Shang Qinghua reaches for the dildo and lube, eager to get off. If he works an orgasm out of him now, then he’ll be able to last a little longer when Mobei-Jun finally gets home. Already his cock his hard and aching, dribbling precum on his belly and he lubes the purple toy up, pressing the tip to his entrance.

It’s not his usual vibrator. That one had been well used and the battery finally gave out. Shang Qinghua meant to order another one, but he keeps forgetting. For now, he settles for this one, carefully working it in. It’s not as thick as Mobei-Jun but wider than his three fingers and he exhales, pushing past the rim.

He can’t use the entire length, the base not flared so he settles for using half its length, pressing the power button. Gentle vibrations tease against his walls and he moans softly as he angles it, nudging his prostate. The pleasure cuts through like a knife, his cock twitching.

He’s definitely ready for Mobei-Jun, well stretched so Shang Qinghua focuses on finding his release, thrusting the dildo in and out in a rhythm that his boyfriend would use.

He pauses to add a little more lube, making sure he’ll be nice and wet and replaces the dildo, so close to his orgasm.

At least, until it slips out of his fingers and is swallowed by his fluttering rim. A panicked noise rips from his throat and he reaches in, trying to grab the toy but his fingers are too slick. He tries to use his other hand, but its his non-dominant hand and the position is awkward. He only fumbles the dildo, pressing it deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, taking a deep breath and trying to fight the panic. Panic will only make it worse.

He tenses, trying to push but he still can’t get his fingers on the dildo and fuck, he doesn’t want to take a trip to the hospital, not for this!

In a last ditch, desperate attempt, he reaches for his phone, calling Shen Yuan. He knows his friend is home, but Shang Qinghua doesn’t want to move from the spot, fearing that the toy will sink in even deeper. “Pick up, pick up, come on! Cucumber broooo!” he wails into the phone once it finally connects, before his friend can even say anything.

“The fuck? Why are you calling when you can just – ”

“I need help!” he cries and his panic must reach Shen Yuan because not two seconds later, his bedroom door is swinging open.

Shen Yuan blanches at the sight and almost immediately turns to leave, pulling the door shut. “Seriously? What is wrong with you!”

Shang Qinghua knows what he looks like, spread out in the middle of his and Mobei-Jun’s bed, completely naked and panting. “Wait, come back, I need you!”

Shen Yuan groans and pushes the door open a little bit more. He’s glaring so hard that Shang Qinghua thinks he might burst a blood vessel in his eye. “What?” he says through clenched teeth.

“It’s stuck,” Shang Qinghua whimpers as the toy shifts a little bit inside, the buzzing right against his prostate and making him tremble. “I can’t get it out.”

It feels like an eternity passes before Shen Yuan sighs reluctantly, approaching the bed. “Just try and stay relaxed,” he says and climbs onto the bed.

“Easy for you to say,” Shang Qinghua huffs, tears in his eyes.

“You want my help? Then shut up and listen, otherwise, I’m taking you to the ER,” Shen Yuan chastises as he presses a careful hand to Shang Qinghua’s thigh, making room for himself.

Shang Qinghua squeezes his eyes shut and nods, completely mortified by the situation. “Let’s ngh – let’s never talk about this again, ah?”

“Like I’d ever want to.”

Shang Qinghua can feel his breath against his skin and careful fingers touch his entrance. He shivers at the touch, goosebumps breaking out all over. When two fingers press in, scissoring, twisting, curling, Shang Qinghua trembles.

“Relax,” Shen Yuan says, face scrunched in concentration. After a moment with no progress, he pulls back. “Here, let me…” He shifts to settle behind Shang Qinghua, a warm wall at his back.

When Shen Yuan’s hands settles against his shoulders, idly digging his fingers into the stiff muscles, Shang Qinghua twists in his grasp. “What are you – ”

“Shh, just focus on breathing,” his friend says, stilling his movements to keep Shang Qinghua from moving too much. “I need to get you relaxed, you’re too tense. We’ll never get it out otherwise.”

It makes sense so Shang Qinghua tries to inhale slowly and exhale. He feels his muscles gradually loosen as Shen Yuan works the knots from between his shoulder blades and they both completely ignore the fact that Shang Qinghua is utterly naked and a downright mess between Shen Yuan’s legs.

Once he’s a little more relaxed, Shen Yuan slips three fingers inside, “Can you bear down?”

Shang Qinghua nods jerkily and does as told. It’s uncomfortable, the way Shen Yuan has his thumb and first two fingers in his ass, spreading him open but it’s not painful and he’s a little embarrassed that he’s still so turned on, despite the situation.

“There we go,” Shen Yuan says against him, breath hot against his ear and the toy slides most of the way out.

Shang Qinghua sighs in relief, “Ah, thank y – hngh!” And the toy presses back in, right against that spot inside and he whimpers, grabbing onto Shen Yuan’s arm in confusion. All too suddenly, he can feel a hardness poking into his back and oh…

Of course, that’s exactly when Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe return home, wearing matching looks of surprise at the sight before them. “What’s this?” Luo Binghe asks with a hint of mirth in his tone.

Shang Qinghua glances at Mobei-Jun, eyes wide with something akin to fear as he meets his boyfriend’s gaze. “This isn’t what it looks like!” He cries but Shen Yuan presses the dildo more firmly against his prostate, and kicks up the vibrations a notch.

It leaves him breathless and his head drops down, pressing against his chest with a low groan, toes curling.

Mobei-Jun huffs, “And what is it?”

“I was – this is – Fuuuck,” Shang Qinghua babbles as the toy is worked in and out of him, the movements carefully shallow.

“Mmm, we just had a minor problem, but it’s taken care of,” Shen Yuan says almost cryptically as he continues working the dildo.

It’s not enough and Shang Qinghua needs more but fuck, he didn’t mean for things to go this far. “I-I’m sor –” he tries to apologize because, while he knows that they’ve all slept together once, they never really said that it’s okay to keep doing it and he doesn’t want Mobei-Jun to think he’s cheating.

Big hands cradle his cheeks and he’s pulled into a heated kiss, Mobei-Jun cutting off his apology to slide their tongues together. “It’s okay,” Mobei-Jun says, pulling back just slightly. He’s wearing a smirk and his eyes are darker than usual as he continues, “Just wish we could have been here from the start.”

Their lips slot together again and Shang Qinghua feels the toy finally slip out completely. He groans in relief, Mobei-Jun swallowing the sound and deepening the kiss.

Hands on his hips guide him up, to his knees and Shang Qinghua obeys. Something nudges his entrance and then those hands are pulling him back down. He breaks the kiss, shifting a little so he can see Shen Yuan.

“Hu – ohhhh…” he can’t help but moan as he settles in Shen Yuan’s lap, his cock filling him better than the toy could, so warm and without the fear of making an impromptu trip to the emergency room.

“W-we’re doing this again, ah?” Shang Qinghua pants with something that’s not quite a laugh.

Shen Yuan rolls his hips up in answer, hands sliding to his waist.

They shift, all of them, a tangle of limbs and pleasure and Shang Qinghua wonders why he ever thought he didn’t want this. Didn’t want them.

They had been building up to this for years and only just now did he realize it. Yes, he loves Mobei-Jun more than anything, but the affection he feels for Shen Yuan and even Luo Binghe, Shang Qinghua can’t put it into words.

He just knows that it works for them.