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Shang Qinghua fucks up into him, biting back a moan at the way Shen Yuan's eyes go glassy with pleasure. Behind him, their third's eyes are sharp, watching the two of them, and dark. He can't help the way he does let out the whimper.
It started when they came into the hotel room. Leong Tianyi had shoved them both against the door, warm hands against their chests, and told them in no uncertain terms to strip.
"The two of you are filthy," he'd said, then, dark and slow, "get in the shower."
There are a hundred small things about Leong Tianyi that Shang Qinghua could love, but that is one of the most evident. The twins — Tianyi and his sister — are the same in that respect, cold beauties that grew up in the spotlight, and Tianyi… normally isn’t the kind of person Shang Qinghua would go for. His type is far colder, with sharp words and sharper fists, and yet.
And yet, he and his- Shen Yuan are naked in the shower, slick with heat and steam as they rub together. He swallows Shen Yuan’s gasp, wrapping a hand around his hip to pull him closer as water cascades over them.
(They are filthy; glitter from the convention washes off of them, taking with it the sweat from the heat, and Shen Yuan is so pretty pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall. Shang Qinghua presses hot kisses against his throat, licking the sweat and water off of him. The sounds of wet, slick heat.)
Tianyi presses against him, and Shang Qinghua can’t stop the moan that escapes him when he feels the half-hard cock against his lower back.
“Be good for me,” Tianyi says again, pressing a spit-slick finger against Shang Qinghua’s entrance. His hips move without his permission, grinding against it, and — for once — Tianyi says nothing to reprimand him, instead letting his finger slip inside; it feels strange, as the beginning often does, but he distracts himself with Shen Yuan’s throat. The water slickens everything as Tianyi presses-
Shang Qinghua’s moan is filthy and desperate when Tianyi scissors his fingers apart. “Please.”
Tianyi’s tongue is warm and wet, licking away the hot sweat that gathers along the nape of his neck. “You can take it, baby,” he murmurs, voice raspy, “look at your hole, you’re sucking me in.”
"Tianyi," he begs, his brain already foggy with pleasure and want and something above it all, "gods, please, just-" a third finger slips into him, and Tianyi's hand tightens around his hip.
"You," Tianyi begins, soft and dangerous, "should not be this loose-" Shang Qinghua can't help the pleasure that sparks up his spine when Tianyi spreads his fingers pointedly, dragging against his prostate with the precision expected of him "-unless you were born to take it."
He shuts the shower off and pulls his fingers out, thumbing at Shang Qinghua's rim when he whines.
"You two are such sluts," he says casually, dragging his nails against the rope bruises on Shang Qinghua's ass and ignoring the whine he lets out. "Can't go a week without fucking, can you?" In front of him, Shen Yuan leans against the tile wall, breathless and half-lost. His eyes are hazy, his throat marked, and if Leong Tianyi didn't have a hand in his hair Shang Qinghua would keep going, would lean down and drag his blood to the surface and mark him. "Get out, towel off. Qinghua, on the bed, hands above your head."
... And that's how they ended up here.
Shang Qinghua's legs are spread, Tianyi kneeling between them. His hands are on Shen Yuan's hips, the younger man's skin white from the pressure as he's held above Shang Qinghua's raging erection. Shen Yuan is red-faced and teary already, Tianyi's lips pressed against his ears. Between the pounding beats of his heart, Shang Qinghua can hear what Leong Tianyi whispers to his boyfriend and it just makes everything worse.
"Isn't he pretty like that," he murmurs, voice dark and gentle, "he was so good to you today, A-Yuan. He didn't drag you into the bathroom, did he?" Shen Yuan shakes his head, grinding back against Leong Tianyi, against Shang Qinghua, and he can't make a sound, not when Tianyi's already half in him. "Don't you think you should reward him?"
Tianyi - the bastard - doesn't let Shen Yuan respond, pulling him down, and the gasp he lets out is going to be embedded in Shang Qinghua's memory for the rest of time. It's dry and desperate, half a whine, an inarticulate sound that he doesn't know how to catagorize and will never be able to by sheer virtue of it being burned into him. Shang Qinghua craves more; he can't say any of it, though, because the gag in his mouth won't let him.
(Tianyi had wrapped it around his head and told him to keep it in and be good, and Shang Qinghua had let him.)
Shen Yuan is tight around him; he always needs at least three fingers of long, drawn-out preparation before the two of them can fuck, and they both know that Tianyi had only given him two. He looks like he'd collapse if given half a chance, but Tianyi doesn't let up. He fucks into Shang Qinghua's - wet, willing, needy - body at the same time as he drags Shen Yuan up and back down, setting a fast, punishing pace for the both of them, and it is-
Beautiful, pleasurable agony.
Shang Qinghua doesn't realize when he comes, only truly getting it after the fact when Shen Yuan half-falls against Tianyi's shoulder. His head lolls back; Tianyi takes the opportunity to kiss him, hot and wet and open-mouthed, and Shang Qinghua watches them and lets pleasure wrack through him again, again, again, Tianyi's hips rolling into him, and only then realizing the white leaking between Shen Yuan's legs. He's oversensitive and needy, begging around the gag, craving Tianyi's hands around his throat, his cum in Shang Qinghua's hole, Shen Yuan around him like a vice.
He needs so many things - experiences, anything that brings him closer to what he has been craving - that the feeling of Tianyi in him, around him, is almost too overwhelming to think.
(Tianyi comes with a moan, bitten deep into Shen Yuan's mouth, and drags Shang Qinghua's cum out of his A-Yuan's body only to feed it to him, to watch Shen Yuan's lips and tongue close around his fingers.)