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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!