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Yue Qingyuan woke up with his dick on fire, engulfed in a kind of hot wetness that never happened when he got morning wood. This time the culprit wasn’t Xiao-Jiu; it couldn’t have been. When their eyes met, his partner wasted no time and dragged him into a kiss. The searing sexiness of it went straight to his groin, then spread to the rest of his body, making his toes curl into the sheets as Xiao-Jiu sprawled over his chest.
From the corner of his eyes, he let his head fall against his bedhead with a thud. His beloved immediately latched onto the nape of his neck as Yue Qingyuan’s head fell against the bed with a thud. From there, he looked across the bed, over Xiao-Jiu’s shoulders, to see Liu Qingge cock his head to the side. Soon followed the pressure of lips on his dick and the circling of a tongue around his tip.
His moans were loud enough to cover the sounds of both of his lovers. Xiao-Jiu’s groans as he bit into the colourful bruises splashed all over his skin, like the abstract paintings his beloved enjoyed covering canvases in their free time. Liu Qingge’s wet noises as he approached the blowjob like he did battles; that was with a straightforwardness, determination and genius that was almost unrivalled, staring at his face all the while like he was an enemy to defeat.
He wondered how long they had been at it for his body to feel so tense already, and almost asked when he finally managed to catch his breath. His two lovers, however, were already moving forward, not shy about using their teeth. There was a light scrape along his shaft, shivers following in its wake as Liu Qingge went up and down, teasing both his tip and his balls on his way. Xiao-Jiu, meanwhile, had opted to retrace the line of his collarbone, from his sternum to his shoulder.
Yue Qingyuan jerked when Liu Qingge sucked hard, taking his entire dick in mouth in one go; a full-body shudder that also took Xiao-Jiu by surprise. The man bit into his flesh hard enough that he was sure he would have an imprint later on. The pain of it only made the tautness in his guts and balls tighter and his breathing quicker. Xiao-Jiu wasn’t happy about the current state of affairs, however, grunting his displeasure when he gazed upon Yue Qingyuan’s face. He felt the other’s hands, one splayed against his chest for support while he slid the other down, undoubtedly roughing whatever part of Liu Qingge stood in his way until he cupped him in an inquisitive grip.
Considering the downturn of Xiao-Jiu’s lips and the lines between his eyebrows, he wasn’t surprised when his beloved grabbed the other by his ponytail and tugged until Yue Qingyuan’s dick bobbed out of his mouth with an obscene pop.
He couldn’t help but focus on the bright red of his lips, even as the youngest proceeded to insult Xiao-Jiu for interrupting his task. He mocked the other’s inability to wake Yue Qingyuan up with a blowjob when Liu Qingge had been able to. Xiao-Jiu narrowed his eyes at him, then kicked him in the shins, the corners of his lips turning down when the younger man didn’t react.
‘Don’t suck Qi-ge’s dick off,’ he snapped when Yue Qingyuan exhaled loudly, soft lips pressing at the rim of his tip. ‘I want to ride him and I don’t want to have to wait an hour for him to recover to do so.’ Who knows if the next Guaishou attack will happen in between, he didn’t need to say.
Xiao-Jiu didn’t wait for an answer before he went back to his task, sucking in a new mark into his artwork, one hand grabbing at Yue Qingyuan’s shoulder, nails biting into his skin while the other was between his own legs, fingers hidden.
Yue Qingyuan caught Liu Qingge’s contemplative glint as he stared at Xiao-Jiu. He shook his head at him when their eyes met, pretty sure that the other was thinking of resuming the blowjob against Xiao-Jiu’s instruction. His face certainly had all the silent but nonetheless intense stoicism that matched how he met the Guaishou they were called to fight, the three of them in Xuan Su what seemed like more often than not these recent times.
Xiu Ya had broken during that fateful fight against Anxu; the category IV Guaishou had caught them by surprise, appearing out of the blue during a fight and had smashed through the jaeger’s side like it had been butter. It had left Xiao-Jiu free to co-pilot Xuan Su with Yue Qingyuan while Xiu Ya went through repairs. Cheng Luan, however, had not sustained any damage during the battle. From what he had observed so far, neither had Liu Qingge’s relationship with his sister. In fact, they seemed even closer than they used to be, hanging out together more than Yue Qingyuan remembered, like their separation on the battlefield had only brought the two of them closer together. Now more than ever before, Liu Mingyan always needled her older brother, often until he flushed a bright red before taking pity on him.
Over the past two months and the six battles Xuan Su had been deployed in, Liu Qingge had gone with Xuan Su each time. It didn’t matter that Xiao-Jiu and he would trade insults the entire time, words just as honest as their thoughts. Both in and outside the battlefield; especially whenever they fell into bed afterwards. It wouldn’t even stop once they would wake up, the excitement not quite of their system yet.
Not that Yue Qingyuan would complain when he was benefitting so much from their rivalry. Not that the two competitive men would listen to anything he said unless they could use his words against each other, and he refused to do that.
Xiao-Jiu kissed his collarbone one last time, then patted his cheek with oily fingers before he got up. ‘Get out of my way,’ he snapped at their third co-pilot, pushing at his shoulder.
‘Fuck off!’ Liu Qingge shot back, yet moved. Yue Qingyuan winced. Flashes of their second time together came to his mind; Xiao-Jiu had actually kicked him out of their room without a care for his state.
With a wave of his hand, Yue Qingyuan signalled the youngest to come, then patted the pillow next to his, leaving his hand on a firm thigh when the other kneeled.
‘Do you want me to suck you off while Xiao-Jiu rides me?’ Yue Qingyuan offered with a tiny smile. Liu Qingge glanced at Xiao-Jiu. His beloved spared him a harsh glare but was too focused on lathering lube onto Yue Qingyuan’s dick to snap at the two of them.
Instead of a vocal answer, Liu Qingge bracketed Yue Qingyuan’s head with his knees, holding himself on all four above him, his dick pressed against his right cheek. Yue Qingyuan was grateful for his stillness so he would be able to set up his own pace.
‘Ah!’ he let out when a sudden heat engulfed his dick, Xiao-Jiu grunting as he slid down until Yue Qingyuan was balls deep in him, the fire spreading from his crotch to the rest of him until his toes curled into the sheets.
Much to his credit, Liu Qingge moved neither when Yue Qingyuan’s fingers jerked around his shaft nor when he exhaled right on the tip of his dick, his groans muffled by his head. He could only appreciate the amount of effort it took for the other to stop himself from plunging into his mouth, the muscles shivering under his touch where he was grabbing his thigh. In a similar position, Xiao-Jiu had certainly never exerted that kind of patience.
The other’s thoughts must have followed a similar line because he sent a venomous glance over his shoulder. Although, the fact that Xiao-Jiu had opted to use his ass for support undoubtedly played a part in his annoyance.
‘What?’ Xiao-Jiu sneered. ‘I would like to get off before the next attack.’ It took far too many attempts for Yue Qingyuan to get a proper grip on Liu Qingge to keep his tip right where he wanted. Xiao-Jiu had obviously noticed because he could hear the growing smugness when he continued, ‘I’m not going to wait until you decide you’re ready. If you can’t tell Qi-ge is, it’s not my problem.’
Of course, it was an arduous task to tease the head without letting the entire organ into his mouth when Xiao-Jiu didn’t wait to shift his hips. His beloved’s rhythm was unforgiving; the speed and intensity sent shivers through his entire body, his breathing rendered even more laborious with Liu Qingge’s dick right in his face. Had he not been holding for dear life onto the latter’s thigh with a hand, Yue Qingyuan was certain Xiao-Jiu would have sent him bumping into the headboard. The man himself was holding on to it with both hands, grunting as he managed to hold himself still.
‘Ah!’ Liu Qingge let out through gritted teeth. It coincided with Xiao-Jiu letting out a drawn-out moan as he let himself drop down onto him. Yue Qingyuan’s mind felt lighter as the other pressed on his dick while dragging himself up.
‘Careful!’ he barked as Xiao-Jiu lowered himself in one go. This time, Yue Qingyuan saw stars. ‘You’re going to knock him out, you fucking asshole!’
It briefly passed through his mind that, maybe, maybe, he shouldn’t be rewarding their bickering by being so compliant. However, Yue Qingyuan also happened to be very human. His partner was riding him into mind numbness and he was holding the cock of one of the most beautiful and strongest men this side of the continent? He suspected very few people would be able to resist. It truly was the kind of fantasy porn authors wrote about. How could he not indulge?
He wetted his lips before kissing the tip of Liu Qingge’s dick. The gasp above him, along with the small jerk that pressed his dick against his mouth, got a slew of groans out of him. Xiao-Jiu didn’t help, pushing against him in a way that made Yue Qingyuan want to reverse their positions and grind him into the bed until he forgot anything but the weight of his dick in him.
Still, he reminded himself as he inhaled deeply, they weren’t alone and Liu Qingge had been as gracious as he could considering the character of both of Yue Qingyuan’s lovers. It would be quite rude of him not to return the favour. It wasn’t like it was an unpleasant task either. Especially not when he got wonderful, short grunts out of him as he gently blew over the warm skin before drawing just the tip in, tongue teasing the head, swirling around and collecting the pre-cum at the slit, only to swallow. He took much care in keeping his teeth away; Liu Qingge’s knees sank more into the bed until he readjusted his position. If Xiao-Jiu was letting the other bear more of his weight, then Yue Qingyuan was certain he was about to take his pace up-a-notch.
Yue Qingyuan very much did not want to bite poor Liu Qingge’s dick off.
He hadn’t been wrong. Xiao-Jiu’s next thrust sent them careening forward. Yue Qingyuan had fully braced himself for choking on Liu Qingge’s dick. It didn’t happen. Part of him was relieved but another part was just as disappointed. Instead, he could feel the shifts of his muscles so he wouldn’t be jostled too much by Xiao-Jiu’s intent. Yue Qingyuan rewarded his efforts by flattening his tongue against the head of his dick and sucking until his cheeks were hollow. In the meantime, he slid his hand down to gently wrap around his ball sack. With his other hand, he traced up along the firm muscles of his thigh to grab at his ass, redirecting Xiao-Jiu’s to hold on to their lover’s hip, not without a squeeze of his wrist on his way.
This prompted a short, snippy remark from Liu Qingge and an even shorter, snippier reply from Xiao-Jiu that started an exchange Yue Qingyuan pointedly did not listen to. All of his attention went onto cupping Liu Qingge’s ass and coxing him inside, probing gently at his balls to provoke a… any reaction that would accelerate the glacial pace he was so intent on going at.
No more.
It was a testament to Liu Qingge’s strength of will that he still slipped in slowly, even as Yue Qingyuan’s hand on his ass got more insistent. Still, he had had a dick in his mouth often enough – Liu Qingge’s included – that it wouldn’t have been too difficult otherwise. By now, his mouth was already full of saliva to ease the other in. He focused on his breathing and the slow stretch of his jaw as Liu Qingge carefully went in, ears fully attuned to the slurping sound it made, so, so similar to Xiao-Jiu as he moved up and down on him.
It took barely any effort for his muscles to relax until, finally, he felt Liu Qingge’s balls against his bottom lip and chin and his dick against the back of his throat but not quite long enough to properly deep-throat when Liu Qingge was still being stubborn and holding back.
Had he been Xiao-Jiu, he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he pressed his tongue against his dick and hummed. He scratched lightly at the skin of his ass while drawing light circles onto his balls first, before he went lower, fingers brushing against his perineum. It was so satisfying to hear his gasping and feel him squirm in his month.
It wasn’t enough to make him lose control, but enough for Liu Qingge to tug at his hair in warning. He only pulled halfway out before pushing back in. While his pace was slow as a snail, it made for a great contrast to Xiao-Jiu’s frantic one. The heat of him filling his mouth was no less scorching than the squeeze of Xiao-Jiu around his own dick, the squelching sounds just the same.
When he felt a grabby hand in the crook of his elbow, Yue Qingyuan didn’t hesitate to answer the silent demand. He moved from Liu Qingge’s ass to the top of Xiao-Jiu’s hand, bringing it back to an angular hip before he entwined their fingers. He hoped their co-pilot’s lack of reaction meant he wouldn’t mind the marks they would leave there; he usually made sure not to leave him with the same kinds of scratches and bruises that Xiao-Jiu and he hid under their clothes and attracted A-Yuan’s contempt whenever their collars were too low.
The retaliation was a hand in Yue Qingyuan’s hair, fingers grabbing a fistful. His scalp prickled, just the kind of painful that went straight to his groin as Liu Qingge tugged. He shifted, pushing his head to sink lower in the pillows, allowing for the other’s dick to slip deeper in his throat, not quite choking him but getting gurgles out of Yue Qingyuan as he adjusted himself for better comfort.
He was instantly rewarded by a loud gasp and a string of swears. Liu Qingge slowed his pace down; each thrust was deeper, but far more cautious. At the same time, he also seemed to lean into the press of Xiao-Jiu and his hands on his hip.
They settled into a nice asymmetrical rhythm. Xiao-Jiu pushing himself down on his dick at a fast pace, as if Yue Qingyuan was just a breathing flesh toy at his disposal, while Liu Qingge would time his thrust so he would stuff him when in short moments when he couldn’t feel his partner’s heat around him. He could feel the tension pooling into his belly, the growing tightness around his balls, as his lovers put as much effort into getting him laid as they did in battle.
Their arguing had even been replaced by loud exchanges of moans, grunts and growls that were music to Yue Qingyuan’s ears. Of course, even mind-blowing sex would never be enough to keep their competitiveness at bay for long. Liu Qingge, after all, was on all fours in front of Xiao-Jiu. With Yue Qingyuan’s face pressed against his crotch, nose against his pubis and eyes closed as he worked at his dick, he couldn’t see whatever scheme his partner was concocting against his rival.
That didn’t mean he was caught fully unprepared: of course Xiao-Jiu would take advantage of a position where nobody could see his mischief coming. That he wouldn’t would have been worrying. Which is why it wasn’t a complete surprise when Liu Qingge yelped.
In the blink of an eye, Yue Qingyuan was breathing heady musk, his lips and nose pressed against the other’s skin. His mouth was stretched to the limit, Liu Qingge’s dick so deep he could feel every twitch in his throat, the heat and bitterness spreading all along as he swallowed around him by reflex.
Liu Qingge immediately rolled to the side with a string of curses, covering his face with an arm. His chest was heaving as he rode the rest of his orgasm, little drops of semen sputtering out of his dick as it jerked a few times.
Yue Qingyuan pressed a hand against his mouth when he coughed, trying not to spit cum all over.
Xiao-Jiu, when he looked at him, looked like their cat after he had committed mischief. ‘Sorry, Qi-ge,’ he said, absolutely not sorry at all. ‘Didn’t know he would come the moment he had his ass teased a tiny little bit.’
‘You fucking asshole!’ Liu Qingge yelled. He threw a pillow at Xiao-Jiu. Said man ducked down and Yue Qingyuan moaned as the other push himself down on him deeper, squeezing him at the same time. ‘What if I’d choked him!’
‘You’re not hearing him complain, are you?’ Xiao-Jiu pointed out, petty enough that he bothered being articulate, even when Yue Qingyuan could feel him tense around him in the way he did when he was dancing on the edge of orgasm. When it was just the two of them, he was never this articulate at this point. Yue Qingyuan didn’t quite know whether he loved it more than he was disgruntled by this fact.
Instead, he settled for being happy. It made Xiao-Jiu so energetic and he would milk every drop of it.
‘You’re such a disrespectful partner,’ Liu Qingge shot back. Yue Qingyuan reached out with his free hand to pat him on the thigh. He was honoured that the youngest was trying to pick a fight with Xiao-Jiu on his behalf, but truly, he needn’t.
‘I’m not hearing him complain about that either,’ Xiao-Jiu continued. ‘I know what Qi-ge enjoys and can bear better than you ever will.’ Yue Qingyuan felt guilty that the sharp edge of his cruel words went directly to his groin, especially when Liu Qingge’s face went stony, fingers fisting into the sheets until his knuckles were white. ‘Besides, I didn’t hear any complaints from you earlier either when I fucked you.’
Yue Qingyuan’s mind filled with images of the two of them fucking each other, his mouth drying with the want to witness all of it himself and the disappointment that he had slept through whatever fight-fucking had taken place.
Then, Xiao-Jiu pressed down and squeezed hard, his walls shaking and all of Yue Qingyuan’s blood went straight to his dick. From there, sparks coursed through his entire body. Stars flooded his sight, glowing even brighter when he closed his eyes. The bickering of his partners drowned into an incoherent, distant mumble by the sound of his own voice.
The orgasm tore through him in a flash, over as just quick as it had come. It was, however, no less intense than the longer ones he had experienced and left him just as weak and bereft of any proper thoughts that weren’t centred around the overload of sensations in his dick as Xiao-Jiu kept his searing grip tight through the entire moment.
In the time it took him to get down from his high, the rest of his senses slowly creeping back in, both of his bedmates had quietened, their entire focus on him instead of each other.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Liu Qingge lying on his side, face impassive as Yue Qingyuan finally relaxed the unforgiving hold he had had on one of his hands. The other one was petting his head and he couldn’t help but lean into it.
As for Xiao-Jiu, he had sprawled over his chest, one hand cradling the back of Yue Qingyuan’s head as he kept their foreheads together. The slow shifts of his chest as he breathed made it easy for Yue Qingyuan to follow, gradually wrangling his own breathing to a regular rhythm.
He winced when Xiao-Jiu shifted, his spent dick twitching against the soft walls. ‘Ah,’ he let out, feeling Xiao-Jiu’s dick pressing against his stomach. ‘Xiao-Jiu hasn’t come yet! I sh–’
Liu Qingge gripped his wrist, his hold hard enough to stop Yue Qingyuan before he could finish the job for him. ‘Asshole already came in me earlier,’ he said, glared at Xiao-Jiu. ‘He doesn’t need you to get him off.’
Much to his surprise, Xiao-Jiu didn’t protest. Probably because their co-pilot was speaking the truth, he realised when Xiao-Jiu got up, unfairly graceful despite the semen between his legs, some running down the inside of his thighs. Indeed, he was soft, dick bobbing as he moved.
Yue Qingyuan tried not to think about the mess they would have to clean up later on, but his own limbs felt like jelly right now and he doubted he could muster the will to get up. Especially not when Xiao-Jiu hitched one leg around his hips in display of possessive posturing that was entirely to taunt Liu Qingge; Xiao-Jiu usually loathed this kind of position because he found it too uncomfortable. Had Yue Qingyuan been a better man, he would have called him out and told him to stop being a brat. He wasn’t, however, and was revelling in their proximity and the weight of him against his side.
For once, Liu Qingge wasn’t baited. He huffed, clearly unimpressed at the childishness. Instead, after a gentle squeeze of his wrist, the man straightened up. This time, Yue Qingyuan was the one to grab him, fingers wrapping around his hand as hard as he could. That was, not very considering his feeble state but it was enough for Liu Qingge to still.
’Stay,’ Yue Qingyuan said before the other left. He glanced at the screen on the side of the bed, a muted grey four in the morning.
‘The alarm hasn’t sounded and it’s still early enough for us to get more sleep,’ he tapped the empty spot on his other side. ‘You don’t have to go back to your room. Stay with us.'
Liu Qingge looked away when Yue Qingyuan smiled at him in encouragement, stare falling behind him. Xiao-Jiu had always been a possessive one and, even if he was willing to share him during their trysts, he had categorically refused to let Liu Qingge intrude on their time outside sex. Even when he had been the one to initiate during a fit of rage that had escalated into what could only be described as the hottest hate sex Yue Qingyuan had ever witnessed.
Xiao-Jiu grunted while tugging Yue Qingyuan even closer, his heel digging into him. It might have sounded like disapproval; however, he didn’t try to kick the younger man as he cautiously approached. In fact, his beloved barely reacted to the mattress dipping when Liu Qingge lied down next to him, bringing the covers up. Neither did he, when, after pressing his entire body against Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge stared straight at Xiao-Jiu in defiance. He passed an arm across his chest, as if daring him to bite him now that his hand was near the other’s face, but Xiao-Jiu only half-heartedly snarled at him to stop being an idiot and get to sleep.
If that wasn’t progress, Yue Qingyuan didn’t know what this was.