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The apartment was dark except for the streetlamp light slanting through the blinds. Chi Cheng lay on his back, hair tousled against the pillow, chest rising and falling slowly as Wu Suowei was draped over him like a blanket, bare, smug, and still breathing heavily.
“Can I tell you something dumb?”
Chi Cheng cracked open one eye. “You always do.”
“This one’s special.”
A beat.
“I was thinking of something…hot,” Suowei murmured, tracing lazy patterns on Chi Cheng’s skin.
“Let me guess,” Chi Cheng said, his voice rough. “You, me, and a fifth round?”
Suowei snorted. “Tempting.” He fell quiet again, and as he did, the air got more tense.
“Maybe I’ve just been thinking too much.”
Chi Cheng turned his head, brows lifting slightly. “About what?”
He didn’t answer at first. Just letting the silence stretch, letting his fingers trace the lines of Chi Cheng’s ribs, slow and idle.
“About Guo Chengyu,” he said finally.
That earned him a sharp look. “What about him?”
Wu Suowei laughed under his breath. “Relax, not like that. Trust me, I know your mutual history, and I’m not interested in repeating it. Instead… I was thinking about how he looks at Xiaoshuai when he thinks no one’s watching. Like he could eat him alive.”
Chi Cheng’s jaw flexed. “And this affects you… why?”
“Because I started wondering how he’d look at you.”
Chi Cheng sat up a little. “What is this? A test?”
“No,” Wu Suowei said, voice still soft, unbothered. “A fantasy.”
He let that hang in the air, then added, “I think it’d be hot. You, him. Me watching. Maybe more.”
Chi Cheng didn’t reply. He looked away, toward the window, then back at Wu Suowei.
“That’s dangerous territory.”
“And…” He continued, ignoring his boyfriend’s remark, “In my head, you’re still mine. I’m still yours. But… sometimes I think about watching you with him. You watching me with…”
“Jiang Xiaoshuai?” he asked, voice low. Chi Cheng stiffened, thinking about other possibilities, “Or Chengyu?”
“...Perhaps with both,” Wu Suowei hummed. “It’d be tense, right? You’d hate it. You’d pretend it’s disgusting.”
Chi Cheng’s silence was answer enough.
Wu Suowei leaned in, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. “But I bet you'd still get hard.”
Chi Cheng swore under his breath and shoved him down on the bed, kissing him like he was trying to erase the idea.
But he didn’t say no.
It was nearing Christmas, which meant that the weather decided it wanted to kill you with a heavy layer of snow any time you decided to step outside. The two couples had decided (mainly thanks to Xiaoshuai and Suowei) to visit one of Chengyu’s parents’ many vacation homes for the weekend. This one was a log cabin with a fire pit, jacuzzi and a walk-in closet larger than Suowei’s old room at his shifu’s clinic.
They brought along too much alcohol to be reasonable, but they knew that they would still finish it all by the end of the weekend. Jiang Xiaoshuai and Wu Suowei had spent most of the day whispering behind their hands and exchanging wicked glances. Meanwhile, Guo Chengyu was doing who knows what in the kitchen.
Chi Cheng pretended not to notice the way the tension felt like a stretched rubber band between them. He knew that his boyfriend was up to no good, and the doctor clearly seemed to be in cahoots with him.
That evening, they were eating snacks and sipping on expensive whiskey, although Chi Cheng preferred his mother-in-law’s homemade rice wine.
Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai were curled up together on the couch like a pair of cats with a secret, still whispering between them. Chi Cheng nursed a drink on the floor, book in hand. Guo Chengyu sat across the room, long legs stretched out in a tan lounge chair, and arms crossed as if keeping physical distance would keep him safe from their boyfriends’ chaos.
Xiaoshuai finally sat up, grinning like the devil in a hoodie. He pulled out a Truth or Dare app on his phone, “You people are boring. This is a public service.”
“I’m not playing,” Chengyu said, topping up his boyfriend’s glass.
“You say that now,” Xiaoshuai replied, tapping ‘Start.’
The first few rounds were harmless. Like your ex’s oldest post. Take off a sock. Share your last dirty dream. But every time it got closer to something real, Wu Suowei egged it on.
Then it happened.
The screen lit up with a new dare:
Snake Dad(dy), kiss Certified Butt Examiner. On the mouth. Thirty seconds. Or both of you take off two items of clothing.
The room went still.
Suowei blinked, then smirked.
Xiaoshuai glanced at his boyfriend, who sat frozen, unreadable.
Chi Cheng stared straight ahead, then turned to look at his Da Bao.
“You good with this?” he asked, tone neutral. Controlled.
Suowei smiled. “You don’t have to ask me, babe. I already told you it’d be hot, as long as I’m here.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a low chuckle, then stood and crossed the short distance between them. “Only if you want to,” he said to Chi Cheng, voice gentler than expected.
Chi Cheng hesitated.
Then he stood.
The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t messy. It was deliberate. Curious. Wu Suowei’s eyes darkened as he watched. Guo Chengyu looked like he was about to combust.
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lips were soft, even softer than Suowei’s. It surprised Chi Cheng.
The timer dinged.
Chi Cheng pulled back first, but not before his hand brushed against Xiaoshuai’s hip, squeezing the flesh there slightly.
Silence.
Then Guo Chengyu stood abruptly.
No one moved.
He crossed to Xiaoshuai, gripped his chin, and kissed him hard, almost bruising. Not out of anger. Out of possession. Out of something else he couldn’t name.
He dropped onto the couch, on his boyfriend’s right and drove Chi Cheng away to sit on the lounge chair he had been sitting in earlier. He rested his left arm over Xiaoshuai’s shoulders.
Suowei let out a breathless laugh.
Chi Cheng wiped his lips with his finger, feeling the lingering sensation of Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lips. They hadn’t even used tongue.
The game continued on.
The next dare was even worse—or better, depending on who in the room you asked.
Dunktruck, remove Python in the Sheets’ shirt. Slowly.
“Oh,” Wu Suowei said, already moving. “Gladly.”
He knelt between Guo Chengyu’s knees, fingers brushing the hem of his shirt, waiting for resistance. None came. Chengyu met his eyes, sharp, unreadable, but unresisting.
He peeled the shirt upward, slowly, deliberately. Palms sliding along skin. Chengyu didn’t flinch, but Chi Cheng shifted inside his seat, visibly tense.
As he lifted the shirt and revealed more of Chengyu’s well-trained body, Suowei’s fingers accidentally grazed his nipple, and he let out a surprised yelp, grasping his boyfriend’s shoulder.
Wu Suowei leaned in and whispered something no one else heard, “You like that?”
Guo Chengyu’s jaw clenched, nails digging into Xiaoshuai’s shoulder, who didn’t seem to mind at all.
Then he relaxed.
He finally finished taking off the shirt, forcing Chengyu to let go of his boyfriend for a second, but not before rubbing against Chengyu’s nipple a second time, now on purpose. Chengyu let out a little involuntary short moan.
Xiaoshuai noticed his boyfriend’s ears were turning red. He looked so sexy when he was embarrassed.
He quickly clicked on the next dare prompt, wanting to speed things up. Dunktruck, kiss the person on your right. With tongue. Sit on their lap to hand out a bonus dare.
As of recently, the person on “Dunktruck’s” right? Xiaoshuai.
Perfect.
It took just one tick of the clock’s second hand for Suowei to move from one boyfriend to the other. He slid onto Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lap like he was Xiaocubao slithering onto Chi Cheng’s wrist.
Their lips met with the kind of casual confidence that made it worse. It was too smooth, too practised, too obviously not innocent.
Shuai easily dipped his tongue into his friend’s mouth, and Suowei allowed his shifu to do so, running his hands along his body.
When they pulled apart, a string of spit was strung between them.
Chi Cheng’s jaw was tight. Guo Chengyu’s nails dug into his thigh.
“You two are way too into that,” Guo Chengyu bit through his teeth.
“Or you’re just not into it enough, ” Jiang Xiaoshuai replied to his boyfriend, licking his bottom lip.
“I’m just saying,” Wu Suowei added, “if you’re going to be territorial, maybe you should remind us what we’re missing.”
The silence that followed was hot. Dense.
“Speaking of, I get an extra dare to hand out.”
Suowei twisted around, but remained seated in Shuai’s lap, who gladly wrapped his arms around him. This honestly wasn’t even that strange of them, but there was an extra edge to every bit of intimacy shown today.
Chi Cheng felt a sense of dread rise inside his chest at the idea of his boyfriend handing out a dare. He met eyes with Xiaoshuai to hopefully, maybe, get a tiny bit of mercy, but he shrugged, still having his arms wrapped around his boyfriend.
Chi Cheng was on his own. Held hostage by the smirk that meant he’d be naked or humiliated—or both .
“Make out with Guo Chengyu. Shirtless.” Wu Suowei looked him right in the eye, that playful smirk on his face again, with swollen lips from his earlier kiss, “At least we’re already halfway there, babe.” He spoke, referring to Chengyu’s shirtless state, while trailing his finger up Xiaoshuai’s bare thigh. Shuai’s shorts had ridden up during their make-out session.
It was a direct confrontation of Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu’s past. A direct repeat of what Suowei had named as his fantasy.
Chengyu spoke from next to them. “You really know how to get on my nerves. You’re lucky you’re friends with Xiaoshuai.”
Suowei raised his hands in faux innocence, “Don’t blame me, blame the app.”
“Aren’t you the one who came up with this dare?” Chengyu glared.
Chi Cheng shrugged off his sweater with surprising ease and neared Chengyu, who did not seem to like the idea, but had too big of an ego to back off.
“Just treat it like a competition.” Chi Cheng grunted.
He crashed his lips into his friend’s and caged him in on the couch, both of their boyfriends watching agape from the side. While Chi Cheng kissed Chengyu, they both felt the nerves that were previously built up unwind as their hands didn’t know what to reach for anymore, running across their naked torsos. Chengyu moved his leg, trying to adjust how he was sitting, and brushed against Chi Cheng’s cock accidentally.
He pulled free from the kiss, “I’m clearly the better kisser. Look how fucking hard you are.” Chengyu squeezed the dick through Chi Cheng’s dress pants, looking hungrily at him before continuing the kiss, preventing Chi Cheng from contesting.
Wu Suowei was in heaven, seeing how hot it was. It was a literal fantasy come true. He felt himself hardening as well, and felt Xiaoshuai sucking on his neck.
“I’m gonna lose my mind.” Suowei breathed.
He felt Shuai’s dick as he squirmed in his lap and decided to squirm some more. As he did, Xiaoshuai’s hand reached for the button of his pants, trying to free Wei’s cock.
Suowei let out a loud moan as he finally started rubbing him directly.
Then he caught Chi Cheng’s gaze. When had he broken off the kiss with Guo Chengyu?
“Da Bao, was this your plan all along?” He showed him that little smile that Suowei loved so much, before pecking his lips, “You were right.”
Before Suowei could ask him in what way he was right—since he usually was—Chi Cheng stood up and sat down on the tan lounge chair again, looking at him with hooded eyes.
Chengyu almost seemed disappointed. “What? Got cold feet because I got you hard? Don’t you want me to make you come?”
“No. I want you to make my boyfriend come.”
Chengyu’s eyes got wide.
“I want you to prove to him that nobody is better than I am, because he seems to believe otherwise.”
Suowei tried to protest, “I do not—”
Before he could finish that sentence, Xiaoshuai stuck his finger, covered in Suowei’s precome, into his mouth. “Suck.” He whispered into his ear.
Apparently his friend had layers. Filthy, well-hidden, incredibly hot layers.
He obeyed.
As he did, Chengyu got up from his seat and crouched down in front of Suowei. He grasped his hair and pulled his head to the side.
Suowei’s lips opened in a moan, and Xiaoshuai’s finger, wet with his spit, fell from his mouth.
“How did you know he likes having his hair pulled?” Chi Cheng asked.
Chengyu shrugged, “Seems like the type to.” He shoved his thumb inside Suowei’s open mouth and addressed him, “Can I fuck your face?”
Suowei nodded enthusiastically and got off Xiaoshuai’s lap, on hands and knees.
“Do not hurt him.” Chi Cheng hissed from the chair.
“Tap my leg if I need to stop or if you need a break. I will stop.” Chengyu said, unzipping his jeans.
As he did, Xiaoshuai pulled Suowei’s pyjama pants down fully, revealing the white buttocks that captivated Chi Cheng all that time ago. They captivated him, too.
He used the slicked-up finger from when Suowei was sucking it and ran it along his asscrack, dipping the tip of his finger inside.
Chengyu slapped Wei’s face with his cock a few times, enjoying the view. His dick was thicker than Chi Cheng’s, but Chi Cheng was longer. When Suowei’s face opened into an O-shape as Xiaoshuai’s finger entered him, he took the opportunity and shoved his dick inside. No gag reflex. Chi Cheng must’ve trained him well.
He let Suowei adjust for a moment before starting up with slow, languid thrusts.
It was so different from Chi Cheng.
He picked up the pace, fucking into Suowei’s throat, and as he did, Xiaoshuai took out his finger, using the lube they’d shoved between the couch cushions earlier to properly lube up his fingers. He pushed in two this time.
His fingers were much shorter than Chi Cheng’s.
Chengyu rolled his hips, hitting the back of his throat. Suowei tried to suck, but Shuai’s fingers reached parts of him that made it very difficult to do so.
It felt strange, being entered by people who weren’t Chi Cheng. And suddenly, Suowei noticed he wasn’t hard anymore. He felt uncomfortable, sticky and sweaty, but not in a good way.
He tapped Chengyu’s leg, and he immediately pulled out. Chi Cheng shot up from his chair and pushed the hair away from his boyfriend’s face, trying to see if anything was wrong with him. “Da Bao, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He glared at Chengyu, but he also looked concerned.
Suowei shook his head and coughed, “No, I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me. Not in a bad way.”
Xiaoshuai crouched down in front of him now, “Do you want us to stop? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, I—” What did Suowei actually want?
He glanced at his friends. At his boyfriend.
“I liked it. It felt good.” He said finally, “I just… I want Chi Cheng to also be involved. It feels strange if he’s not there. He was my first guy. You’ve all been with different men, but I haven’t.”
Chi Cheng nodded in understanding. “What do you want me to do?”
Suowei thought for a moment.
“Just stay close. You can do anything you want—as long as these two are okay with it, of course. You don’t even really have to touch me sexually, but I want to see you or feel you.”
“Do you want to suck Chi Cheng’s dick?” Chengyu asked, but not in an accusing way at all. He was worried about him.
“I liked having you fuck my face.” Suowei grinned, and he reached to trail his fingers up his leg, reaching the inside of his thighs, “You can be rougher with me. Trust me, I’m used to it.” He shot a pointed grin at Chi Cheng, who smiled sheepishly.
He only smiled that way at his Da Bao.
“You liked my dick in your mouth? You want to suck it and be a good little hole for me?” Chengyu spoke darkly, and Suowei felt his dick harden again. The way he spoke was so hot to him.
“Please…” He begged Chengyu.
“Please, what—?” Chengyu was about to make Suowei beg more, but Chi Cheng had other plans. He grabbed Chengyu by the chin, forced his mouth open, and kissed him hard, one hand squeezing his ass like he owned it.
Guo Chengyu was breathless.
“Give my Da Bao whatever he wants.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, shoving his dick into Suowei’s awaiting mouth. He started fucking him harshly, and Suowei’s eyes rolled back as he clutched at his hair, overwhelmed in the best way.
Xiaoshuai hesitated, just for a moment, watching his boyfriend drive into his best friend. It should’ve felt strange. Maybe even a little too much.
But instead, heat stirred low in his stomach. And just like that, the awkwardness was gone.
And then Chi Cheng moved towards him, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to take back the spotlight. “Did you finger him enough?” He asked the doctor.
“Not if you want to fuck him.” He answered honestly, struggling to peel his eyes away from the sight in front of him.
“That’s not what I asked," Chi Cheng muttered, "Can you fuck him?”
That caught his attention. Xiaoshuai hadn’t even seen that as a possibility. His eyes widened and his cheeks redenned, “You want me to fuck him?”
Chi Cheng leaned in close, voice a hiss against his ear. “If you want to see your boyfriend kicked down a peg, definitely.”
Xiaoshuai was beginning to suspect Chi Cheng might have been a snake in a past life. It would explain a lot.
He gasped as Chi Cheng kissed his ear and tugged lightly at the lobe with his teeth, then slid lower to mouth at the hollow of his neck. A hand dipped into his shorts, curling around him without hesitation. Xiaoshuai’s thoughts dissolved into static.
Chi Cheng found that Xiaoshuai felt even softer than his Da Bao, but he preferred Suowei anyway.
“Fuck him.” His low voice commanded. “And pass me the lube after you’re done using it.”
And Xiaoshuai listened, because part of him wanted to obey. And part of him was just afraid of being bitten by a venomous snake.
He slicked himself up with trembling fingers, then handed off the bottle without a word.
He looked at the round globes in front of him, and an impulsive thought struck. Before he could think better of it, his hands moved, squeezing Suowei’s ass firmly. Suowei let out a surprised, muffled yelp around Chengyu’s cock, the sound only making Xiaoshuai harder.
Xiaoshuai didn’t want to wait much longer, and pushed the tip of his cock into his friend’s ass, trying to be gentle.
Then Chi Cheng pushed him forward with one hand, forcing him fully inside in one swift, shocking motion.
Chengyu had just pulled back to give Suowei a breath, which meant Suowei’s loud, broken moan rang through the room. It sounded raw, open, and entirely undone.
Chi Cheng was at Xiaoshuai’s ear again. “Just fuck him,” he whispered. “Trust me, he loves everything.”
Xiaoshuai gave an experimental thrust. It had been a while since he’d topped anyone, and he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right.
Judging by Suowei’s moans, though, he wasn’t failing spectacularly.
He raked his fingers across Wei’s back and picked up the pace, catching sight of the fresh marks all along his back. He met eyes again with Chi Cheng, who now stood at his boyfriend’s side, hand resting between his shoulder blades, rubbing small circles. His face seemed to say, “See those marks? I’ve been there before and I will be there again. He’s mine .”
Honestly? It just made the whole thing hotter. Chi Cheng was so secure in his relationship, he’d practically handed over his boyfriend like, “Try winning him over, I dare you.”
Maybe it was a power move. Maybe he really just wanted everyone to know he was the reigning champ in bed. Xiaoshuai couldn’t even be mad. Respect.
And so he kept going, buried deep in someone he never thought he’d touch, and loving every second of it.
Chi Cheng stood at Chengyu’s side, watching him fuck Suowei’s mouth while his own lips were busy sucking and bitting at his friend’s neck. He reached out and placed a firm hand in front of Chengyu’s stomach, willing him to stop and pull out.
Chengyu obeyed, pulling out with a quiet gasp. Suowei whined in protest, visibly desperate for more, but he didn’t have long to be disappointed. A sharp, involuntary moan escaped his throat as Xiaoshuai drove in and angled just right.
Good doctor instincts. He’d found the prostate. And he was not being subtle about it.
Chi Cheng chuckled softly, then moved in. He took Chengyu’s place with zero hesitation, replacing cock with tongue, licking away the mess of precum and spit and swallowing Suowei’s cries directly from the source. The sounds ran through him, sweet and dizzying, like music that hit somewhere deeper than sound should.
He finally pulled away from the kiss (to his own chagrin), a slick string of spit clinging between them, still glistening. It reminded him of earlier that night, when Suowei had made out with Xiaoshuai.
His Da Bao’s moans rang in the background as he moved onto Chengyu, who sat at the side like a sad elementary schooler who was told he suddenly couldn’t play outside with his friends anymore.
“Stand up.” Chi Cheng told his friend.
Chengyu did so, reluctantly, as he looked at the lube bottle in Chi Cheng's hand. Chi Cheng poured some onto his fingers, coating them slowly, deliberately.
He stepped in close, voice slipping into Chengyu’s ear, low, dangerous, familiar.
“Do you remember junior high? Before we met Wang Shuo. When you were still my best friend.”
Chengyu gave a short nod, unsure where this was going.
Chi Cheng’s fingers trailed up his spine. “Do you remember your first time?”
Chengyu flushed instantly. Xiaoshuai caught the look and grinned like the Cheshire Cat.
Chi Cheng trailed his fingers up and down Chengyu’s back like he didn’t know what he was going to be doing in just a moment. “I remember it clearly,” He murmured. “It was mine too. We didn’t even have lube, just spit.”
“It hurt like a bitch,” Chengyu muttered, jaw tight.
Chi Cheng chuckled. “Then you’ve come a long way.”
Without warning, he pressed his slick middle finger in, not stopping at the knuckle so he could adjust, but instead moving inside fully in one go, burying it deep with practised ease. “If I remember right… it was somewhere around here.”
Chengyu gasped, his body buckling forward until he collapsed against Suowei’s back. But it wasn't because of pain. Chi Cheng was known for having especially long middle fingers, and he’d hit his prostate in one go.
A second finger joined the first. Then a third.
“I remember the way you looked at me when you came,” Chi Cheng said softly. “Like I hung the moon.”
Chengyu’s whole body shuddered. He clenched his fists against the sheets, panting now, brows drawn tight.
It feels too good.
“Just fuck me,” he ground out.
“Gladly,” Chi Cheng said, already lubing himself up. “But…”
“But what?” Chengyu snapped, breath short, patience shorter.
Chi Cheng didn’t answer him, not directly. “Xiaoshuai,” he said instead, “Can you flip around my Da Bao? I want to look at his face while I fuck Chengyu.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “Chengyu can return the favour from earlier and lick his nipples.”
The Cheshire Cat grinned and did as he asked. Chi Cheng helped lift Chengyu before lowering down onto his Da Bao’s body again.
Once they were settled, Chi Cheng hovered above them both. He leaned in close, voice low and dark near Chengyu’s ear. “You’d better worship every inch of him.” And with that, he sank in, no teasing, no warning, just the full stretch in one long, fluid motion.
Chengyu gasped, loud and unfiltered, body arching beneath the sudden fullness. It had been over a decade since he’d let Chi Cheng inside him, and yet his body remembered. The angle. The intensity. The way it always felt like too much and not enough at the same time.
All of it came rushing back.
Chi Cheng fucked rough, not paying attention to Chengyu, who he knew would enjoy his ministrations anyways. Instead, his eyes stayed locked on Suowei.
His Da Bao looked blissed out, hair plastered to his forehead, chest flushed, eyes hazy.
Chi Cheng reached down and brushed the hair from his face again, gently—the only soft thing about him right now.
Chi Cheng had one plan left. After all, nobody had come yet, and he knew they had to eventually. Especially knowing his Da Bao’s libido.
He kept driving into Chengyu, who was now lapping at Suowei’s nipples like a dog, wet and eager.
Chi Cheng smirked and cleared his throat. “Doctor, mind stretching Suowei a bit more while you’re fucking him? Think… three fingers, give or take.”
Xiaoshuai shot him a look like he'd just grown a second head. “ Three ? What the hell are you planning… You got a surprise dragon dildo under the couch?”
...Honestly, not a bad idea for next time.
“Just do it,” Chi Cheng said, tossing the lube to him again, “You’ll enjoy it just as much as he will.”
Then he wrapped his arms under Chengyu’s armpits, hauled him upright, and slammed up into him even harder. Chengyu tensed, moaned, and came with a shudder onto Suowei's stomach as Chi Cheng spilled deep inside him.
He held him through it, then let him drop onto the couch unceremoniously.
Chengyu groaned, still catching his breath. “You came inside ? Ugh. That’s gonna take ages to get out.”
“Payback,” Xiaoshuai said smugly, pumping two fingers alongside his cock into Suowei, who was now a babbling, overstimulated mess. “You’ve creamed me enough times. Time for you to deal with it.”
“Be warned,” Chi Cheng said dryly, “he’s gonna need a vibrator next time if you want him to come at all.”
“Noted.” Xiaoshuai laughed, unbothered.
Chengyu flushed red and looked deeply unamused.
Chi Cheng leaned over to Suowei’s flushed face, brushing a thumb along his cheek. “Are you still alright?” He asked gently.
Suowei weakly held up an “okay” sign with his fingers, too far gone to speak at first.
Chi Cheng smiled. He was proud, possessive.
“I’ve got a plan. But I need you to say it out loud. Can I make all three of us fuck you?” He kissed his temple. “You have to tell me yes. Nodding won’t cut it.”
“Y—Yes, please… Please fuck me.” Suowei spoke through moans. He had no energy to make a funny quip or remark. He wanted to come and he needed his Chi Cheng’s cock anywhere to be able to. The other two were a fun bonus. A pleasure enhancer.
“Perfect.” Chi Cheng said, voice low with satisfaction.
He wanted to lean down and fuck his face properly already, but first he needed Chengyu to change positions.
“Chengyu. Fuck Da Bao.”
Xiaoshuai seemed to think that meant he needed to move away to make room.
It did not.
“Stay.”
Xiaoshuai had already pulled out. “What? You want us both… to fuck him in the ass?”
“What else do you think I meant when I asked you to finger him open while fucking him?”
He had taken larger before when they had sex at home. Suowei loved taking in dildos or vibrators while being fucked by Chi Cheng. Perhaps Chi Cheng was unknowingly preparing him for today.
Chengyu didn’t need to be told twice. Xiaoshuai pulled out and helped lift Suowei’s body so his boyfriend could get under him.
When Chengyu was settled, Chi Cheng shifted forward and pressed into Suowei’s mouth, the angle letting him slide straight down into his throat, easy and effortless.
For now, it was a comfortable weight inside of Suowei. Chi Cheng tried his best to leave a gap so he could keep breathing.
Xiaoshuai helped his boyfriend’s dick slide into Suowei’s ass relatively easily. Then he placed his own at the entrance. It seemed impossible.
As he pushed in, he realised it wasn’t.
It took some effort for the head to go inside, but when it did, the rest easily followed.
To Guo Chengyu, it felt like heaven, their cocks wrapped so tightly by Wu Suowei’s walls, like it wanted to suck them in. Like it never wanted them to leave. And the best part? He was inside of him with his boyfriend. He could feel Xiaoshuai moving against him, warm, real, impossibly close.
Wu Suowei tried to moan around the sensation, overwhelmed by the stretch, the fullness, but his throat was already occupied. The moan sent a thrum through Chi Cheng’s cock nevertheless, which inspired him to start fucking into Suowei’s mouth, bracing himself using his arms.
His thrusts set the rhythm. And soon enough, Chengyu and Xiaoshuai began to follow.
Xiaoshuai’s breath caught the moment their bodies met, when Chengyu’s movement brushed against him inside Suowei. He hadn’t imagined this, hadn’t even considered the possibility. But now, stars danced behind his eyes.
He felt everything. And it was too much. And it was perfect.
Suowei was stretched open, used, and worshipped, and it was exactly where he wanted to be.
Behind him, Xiaoshuai and Chengyu moved in tandem, one thrusting deep, the other pressing in just as the first pulled back. Their cocks filled him so completely it bordered on unbearable, every nerve in his body lit and fraying. He didn’t know how he was still holding himself together. Maybe he wasn’t.
And then there was Chi Cheng, cock deep in his throat, hand firmly planted on his arm, on his hand , holding him there like he was the only thing worth anchoring. Suowei couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, could barely think, but Chi Cheng was right there in his mouth, every moan vibrating through him, every deep thrust stealing what little control he had left.
It should’ve felt like giving himself away.
But it didn’t.
Because even like this, gagging around Chi Cheng’s cock, bouncing between two other bodies, he knew exactly who he belonged to. Whose eyes never left him. Whose breath hitched every time Suowei swallowed him deeper.
They were all inside him. But only Chi Cheng felt him.
And Suowei, helpless and gloriously full, knew in that dizzying, perfect moment that he was right where he was meant to be.
It was almost laughable, in the midst of being stuffed from all sides, he thought of Yue Yue. Not with bitterness, not with longing, and definitely not about that silly revenge plan. Just… gratitude. She hadn’t broken him; she’d redirected him. Without that heartbreak, he wouldn’t have found this, found them , found Chi Cheng, found himself like this.
Cherished.
Wrecked.
Adored.
He felt at peace. Grateful.
And then reality surged back in.
Xiaoshuai’s thrusts were starting to falter. Chengyu’s rhythm stuttered inside him. The heat built fast and tight, and Suowei realised that he was still being fucked within an inch of his life.
Felt more pleasure today than he’d felt in his entire life.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Not when Chi Cheng was still in his mouth, fingers curled in his hair like a lifeline.
Not when Xiaoshuai was gasping against his torso, rubbing hard at Wei’s cock, barely holding it together.
Not when Chengyu let out a low, broken sound and snapped his hips forward, buried deep, ready to spill.
Suowei moaned around Chi Cheng’s cock, trembling, smiling, grateful.
He was theirs.
And he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Chi Cheng was the first to break.
Suowei felt it in the way his thighs tensed, in the guttural sound that ripped from his chest. It was something raw and half-choked, like he’d tried to hold back and failed spectacularly. His cock throbbed in Suowei’s throat, thick and hot as he came hard, hips twitching, one hand still gripping Suowei’s hair like he needed the anchor more than Suowei did.
Suowei swallowed around him without hesitation, greedy for every pulse, every drop. The taste, the sound, the weight of it, it sent a fresh rush of heat through him, even as his legs trembled under the strain.
Then came Xiaoshuai.
His rhythm shattered completely, and he cursed low and frantically against Suowei's chest. He pulled out halfway on instinct but couldn’t stop himself from pushing right back in as he came, rough and unsteady, fingers digging into Suowei’s hips. His moan cracked at the end, like it surprised even him.
And then, Chengyu.
Quiet until the last second. No warning, just a deep, shuddering breath, then his entire body locked up behind Suowei, and he came with a low growl buried in the back of his throat. His grip was bruising, like he needed to hold onto Suowei to survive the pleasure. It rolled through him, slow and heavy, flooding Suowei so deep he could feel it leak the second Chengyu slipped out.
Feeling so full, Suowei knew he was the last one left to fall, and he was close.
Chi Cheng pulled out of his throat and immediately kissed him, hungry and breathless, like he couldn’t get enough. With every shallow thrust from Xiaoshuai, clearly oversensitive now, Suowei felt the heat dripping from him, adding to the overstimulation. Xiaoshuai’s hands were still gliding along his cock, soothing, grounding. Chengyu was already gone from his hole, but he stayed close, arms around him, lips pressing kisses to his neck, his shoulders, the damp strands of his hair.
It was all too much, too much warmth, too much pleasure, too much love.
He came with a quiet moan, chest rising and falling in slow, shuddering waves.
Chi Cheng stopped making out with him and instead gave him a little peck, smiling at him.
The room fell into a stunned silence, nothing but the sound of ragged breathing, the rustle of skin against sweat-slick sheets.
Suowei stayed exactly where he was.
Dripping. Sore. Worshipped.
And blissfully, deliriously full.
Time for another round.
They were sprawled across the king-sized bed in a tangle of limbs, skin still warm, hair damp from the half-hearted shower they'd shared. The air was thick with the kind of silence that always seemed to follow after sex.
“Not to alarm anyone,” Xiaoshuai said into the silence, “but I survived without getting railed today. So I win.”
Chengyu snorted. “You spent half the night doing the railing , that doesn’t count.”
“I know,” Xiaoshuai replied smugly. “I’m thriving. My back is straight, my dignity intact.”
Suowei made a sound that could only be described as haunted . “Can’t relate.”
Chi Cheng tightened his arm around him slightly. “Still alive?”
“Barely,” Suowei muttered. “I saw god. She was judging me.”
“You said thank you with your whole throat,” Xiaoshuai added helpfully.
“You encouraged this,” Suowei shot back. “Don’t act innocent.”
“Oh, so now I’m the problem,” Xiaoshuai said, all wounded pride, as if he hadn’t gleefully lit the match right after Suowei poured the gasoline.
“Tomorrow…” Chengyu said, voice dangerously casual from the other side of the bed, “we switch back.”
Xiaoshuai looked personally offended. “No. I bottomed last time. That already maxed out my monthly suffering.”
Chengyu snorted. “You’re counting? That wasn’t even you being used like a human toy.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” Chi Cheng mumbled.
Suowei groaned into the pillow. “Please don’t say ‘human toy.’ My hole is still deciding on whether it’s gonna be closed tomorrow.”
“Perfect, no need to stretch you tomorrow then.” Chengyu joked.
“Please no.” Suowei joked back, secretly (but not so secretly) thinking it was a hot idea, “It’ll never go back to normal.”
Chi Cheng’s voice was low against Suowei’s skin, calm and inevitable.
“You started it.”