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"Three pushing B, fall back." Sungchan's voice was clipped, focused, his fingers moving across the keyboard in practiced patterns. The round was slipping away from them, they needed this win to stay in the game.
"I'm trying," Sohee muttered through the headset, the sound of frantic clicking audible in the background. "They're everywhere."
The apartment door opened and closed in the distance. Sungchan barely registered it, eyes locked on the screen as his character repositioned. Then his bedroom door opened. A pause, too long, before she leaned against the doorframe and said nothing, just watched him play.
"Hey," she said quietly, but her voice had that edge to it. The one that meant she'd been counting down the minutes until she could get back to him.
"Hey baby, just give me a few minutes," Sungchan said without looking away from the screen, but he already knew it was pointless. Anton dropped her backpack with a heavy thud, and he heard the rustle of her jacket coming off.
Anton's hands came down on his shoulders, fingers pressing in like she was checking he was still real. "You've been playing all day," she said against his ear, and her voice had that particular roughness to it, low and frayed at the edges, the way it got when she had been waiting too long for something she needed.
"Ton, I'm in the middle of a match," he tried, but she was already pressing closer, her body heat radiating against his back.
"I don't care." Her lips found his neck, soft and insistent. "I need you."
Sungchan's grip on the mouse tightened as her mouth moved along his throat, finding that sensitive spot below his ear. His character died on screen, and Sohee said something about watching angles, but Sungchan could barely focus on the words. Anton's hands were sliding down his chest now, possessive and demanding.
"Baby, please," he managed, but it came out strained. She'd moved around to the side of his chair, and when she leaned down to kiss him properly, he forgot about the game entirely. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he groaned despite himself.
"Dude, are you okay?" Sohee's voice cut through the haze. "You sound weird."
"Fine," Sungchan rasped, but Anton was already climbing into his lap, straddling him in the gaming chair. Her skirt rode up around her thighs as she settled her weight over him. His hands went to her waist and then, deliberately, to the hem of her skirt, fingers curling into the fabric. He felt her breath catch. "You wore this on purpose," he said, not a question, his grip tightening just slightly.
"I missed you so much," she whispered, her hands framing his face. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with need. "I can't stand being away from you."
"I've been here all day," he pointed out, but his voice was already rough with arousal.
"Exactly." She rolled her hips against him, a deliberate grind that had him hardening instantly beneath her. "You've been here but not with me."
She kissed him again, deeper this time, and Sungchan gave up any pretense of playing. His hands slid from her waist to grip her ass, pulling her flush against him. She was so warm in his lap, soft and pliant, and when she ground down again, he couldn't stop the groan that escaped.
"Oh my god," Sohee said through the headset, realization dawning in his voice. "Is someone there with you?"
"No," Sungchan lied, but Anton chose that moment to bite down on his neck, hard enough to make him gasp. "Fuck."
"You're with someone right now?" Sohee's voice went up an octave. "During ranked?"
Anton pulled back to look at Sungchan, a wicked smile spreading across her flushed face. "Don't hang up," she said clearly, loud enough for the mic to catch.
Sungchan's eyes widened. "Anton..."
"I want him to hear." She said it like a challenge, her fingers already working at the waistband of his sweatpants.
That should not have been as hot as it was. The idea of Sohee listening, knowing what was happening, hearing every sound. Sungchan's cock throbbed at the thought, and Anton felt it, her smile widening as she slid off his lap and onto her knees between his legs.
"Holy shit," Sohee breathed through the headset. "Are you really..."
"Shut up," Sungchan muttered, but there was no heat in it. He couldn't focus on Sohee right now. Not when Anton was pulling his sweatpants down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, already hard and leaking, and Anton's eyes lit up with hunger.
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Her grip was firm, practiced, and when her thumb swiped over the head, spreading the precum, his breath hitched audibly. She leaned in and dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock, following the prominent vein.
"You're already so hard," Anton murmured, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. She licked him again, slower this time, her tongue flat and wet. Then she took just the tip into her mouth, lips wrapping around the head, and sucked.
"God," Sungchan groaned, his head falling back against the chair.
Through the headset, he could hear Sohee's breathing getting heavier. Could hear the faint creak of a chair, the rustle of fabric. The knowledge that Sohee was listening, that he was probably getting turned on.
Anton took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet and perfect. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, creating a pressure that had Sungchan's toes curling. Her hand worked what she couldn't fit, stroking in time with the movement of her mouth. She'd always been good at this, knew exactly how he liked it, but there was something different about it now. Something more desperate in the way she was working him.
She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "I've been thinking about this all day," she rasped, her voice rough. "Thinking about having you in my mouth." Then she took him back in, deeper this time, relaxing her throat to take him as far as she could.
Sungchan's hips jerked up involuntarily, and Anton took it, took all of him, her nose pressing against his pelvis. She held there for a moment, swallowing around him, and the sensation was so intense that Sungchan couldn't stop the loud moan that tore from his throat.
"Damn, that's hot," Sohee said through the headset, his voice strained and breathy in a way Sungchan had never heard before.
Anton pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes watering slightly. But she was smiling, looking up at Sungchan with an expression of pure satisfaction. Spit dripped from her chin, and she looked absolutely debauched. "You like that he's listening?" she asked, her hand still stroking him steadily.
"Yeah," Sungchan admitted, too far gone to lie. "Yeah, I do."
"Good." She took him back into her mouth, setting a faster pace now. Her head bobbed up and down, taking him deep with each stroke. The wet sounds were obscene. Slick and messy, the sound of her throat working around him, the occasional gag when she took him too deep. Her other hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently, and Sungchan thought he might actually lose his mind.
She was drooling now, spit running down his cock and over her fingers. She used it as lubricant, her hand twisting on each upstroke in a way that made stars burst behind his eyes. Her tongue was doing incredible things, swirling around the head, pressing against the sensitive spot on the underside, flicking over his slit.
"Ah, your mouth," Sungchan panted, his free hand moving to her hair. He didn't push, didn't guide, just held on as she worked him over. "So fucking good, princess."
Anton hummed around him, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Then she pulled off again, her hand still working him as she caught her breath. "I love how hard you get for me," she said, her voice wrecked. "Love feeling you throb in my mouth."
Through the headset, Sohee made a choked sound. His breathing was ragged now, punctuated by small gasps. Sungchan could hear the rhythmic sound of skin on skin, could picture exactly what Sohee was doing on the other end of the call.
"You're really getting off to this?" Sungchan asked, his voice rough and mocking. "Getting off to my girlfriend sucking my cock?"
"Shut up," Sohee panted, but he didn't deny it. Couldn't deny it with the evidence so clear in his labored breathing.
Anton took him back in her mouth, and this time she was relentless. She took him deep, over and over, her throat relaxing to accommodate him, punctuated by her occasional gags and gasps for air. Spit was everywhere now, dripping down his cock, coating her hand, running down her chin. She looked up at him through watery eyes, and the sight of her like this, so desperate and messy and eager to please, nearly undid him.
"Oh, Ton," he groaned, his hips starting to move on their own, fucking up into her mouth in shallow thrusts. She took it, encouraged it, her hand on his thigh urging him on.
She pulled off to catch her breath, her hand pumping him fast and slick. "I want you to fuck my mouth," she said, her voice absolutely destroyed. "Use me, please."
Sungchan's hand tightened in her hair, and he guided her back down onto his cock. This time he didn't hold back, thrusting up to meet her as she took him deep. The sounds were even more obscene now, desperate, and Anton was moaning around him, the vibrations driving him crazy.
Through the headset, Sohee's breathing had become ragged moans. The sound of him jerking off was clear now, no longer trying to hide it. The wet slick sound of his hand moving fast, desperate.
Sungchan could feel his orgasm building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine, but Anton seemed to sense it because she pulled off before he could finish. Her lips were swollen, slick with spit and precum. She reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, stepping out of them.
"Not yet," she said firmly, standing up. "I want you inside me."
Sungchan didn't need to be told twice. His hands went to her hips as she climbed back onto his lap, straddling him again. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his cock and positioning him at her entrance. He could feel how wet she was, could feel her heat even before she started to sink down.
She took him in one smooth motion, all the way to the base, and they both moaned at the sensation. Anton was so wet, so hot and tight around him, and the feeling of finally being inside her after the torture of her mouth was almost overwhelming.
"Oh," she gasped, her hands bracing on his shoulders. "You're so deep."
Sungchan's hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. She was clenching around him, her walls fluttering, and he had to fight the urge to just start pounding into her immediately. Instead, he let her adjust, let her set the pace.
Anton started to move, lifting herself up and sinking back down. Slow at first, savoring the feeling, but quickly building speed. The chair creaked beneath them with each movement, and Sungchan could hear how wet she was, could hear the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of her.
"You feel so good," Anton moaned, her head falling back. "So good inside me."
Sungchan thrust up to meet her, changing the angle, and she cried out. He'd found that spot inside her, the one that made her lose her mind, and he aimed for it with each thrust. Her moans were getting louder, more desperate, and he knew Sohee could hear every single one.
Through the headset, Sohee's breathing was harsh and uneven. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice strained. "This is so good."
An idea formed through the haze of pleasure. Sungchan reached up and pulled his headset off, adjusting it so the microphone was positioned right in front of Anton's mouth. She caught on immediately, her eyes lighting up with understanding.
"Oppa," she moaned, louder now, performing for their audience. "You're so good to me.”
"That's right, baby," Sungchan encouraged, one hand sliding up to grip her throat lightly. Not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his presence and control. "Let him hear how good I make you feel."
Anton's moan was pornographic, high and breathy as she rode him harder. "Yes, yes, yes."
Through the headphones now dangling around his neck, Sungchan could hear Sohee's sharp intake of breath, followed by a low groan that sounded almost pained.
"You like that, Sohee?" Sungchan asked, his voice rough and cruel. He thrust up hard, making Anton cry out. "You like hearing my girlfriend moan for me?"
"Fuck you," Sohee panted, but there was no real anger in it. Just desperation and arousal bleeding through every syllable.
"You're really jerking off to this?" Sungchan gripped Anton's hips tighter, taking control now, fucking up into her with hard, deliberate thrusts. "Getting yourself off listening to me fuck her? You're that desperate, huh?"
"Yes," Sohee admitted, his voice wrecked and broken. "She sounds so good."
The confession sent a thrill through Sungchan. He could hear Sohee's hand moving faster now, could hear the desperation in his breathing. "Tell him how it feels, baby," Sungchan commanded, his hand tightening slightly on Anton's throat.
"It feels so good," Anton gasped out, her voice breathy and high. "He's so big, stretching me so much. I'm so full."
Sohee moaned at that, a desperate sound that made Sungchan's cock throb inside Anton. He was getting off on this, on hearing Anton describe what Sungchan was doing to her. The power of it was intoxicating.
"She's so wet for me," Sungchan said, his voice dropping lower, more commanding. "So fucking wet I can hear it every time I fuck into her. Can you hear it, Sohee?"
He thrust up hard, and the wet sound was unmistakable. Anton cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Yes," Sohee panted. "Yes, I can hear it."
"Good." Sungchan's hand moved from Anton's throat to her hair, gripping tight and pulling her head back. She moaned at the rough treatment, her walls clenching around him. "You wish it was you, don't you? Wish you were the one making her sound like this."
"Sungchan," Sohee groaned, and the sound was desperate, pleading.
"Answer me," Sungchan demanded, his hips snapping up harder. Anton was falling apart above him, her moans constant and desperate.
"Yes," Sohee admitted, his voice breaking. "I wish it was me."
The confession made Sungchan's cock throb. He released Anton's hair and gripped her hips with both hands, lifting her up and slamming her back down on his cock. She screamed at the force of it, her whole body shaking.
"But it's not," Sungchan said, his voice rough and cruel. "It's me. I'm the one inside her. I'm the one making her scream. And you're just sitting there, jerking your cock, wishing you could have what's mine."
"Sungchan-ah," Anton moaned, her walls clenching tight around him. "Sungchan…”
"You like that, baby?" Sungchan asked, his grip on her hips bruising. "Like knowing he's getting off to you?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I love it. Love knowing he's listening, knowing he wants me but can't have me."
Sohee's moan was loud and desperate through the headset. "Please," he panted. "Please don't stop."
"Touch yourself," Sungchan commanded Anton, and her hand immediately moved between them, fingers finding her clit. She whimpered at the contact, her walls clenching around him. "Make yourself feel good while I fuck you."
Anton's fingers moved in tight circles, and her moans got higher, more desperate. Sungchan could feel her getting close, could feel the way her walls were starting to flutter around him.
"Tell him what you're doing," Sungchan ordered, his voice rough.
"I'm touching myself," Anton gasped out, her voice shaking. "Rubbing my clit while he fucks me. I'm so close, so fucking close, Sohee oppa.”
"You hear that, Sohee?" Sungchan thrust up hard, making Anton cry out. "She's about to come all over my cock. You want to hear her come?"
"Yes," Sohee panted, his voice desperate and broken. "Fuck, yes."
"Then beg for it," Sungchan demanded, his voice cruel. "Beg to hear my girlfriend come."
There was a pause, just Sohee's harsh breathing and the wet sounds of him jerking off. Then, "Please," he gasped out. "Please let me hear her come. I need it, Sungchan.”
"Good boy," Sungchan said, and he could hear Sohee's sharp intake of breath at the praise. He turned his attention back to Anton, his hand moving to her throat again. "Come for me, baby. Come on my cock so Sohee can hear what a good girl you are."
Anton's orgasm hit her hard, her whole body tensing as she cried out. Sungchan felt her clench around him, rhythmic pulses that were almost painful in their intensity. She was screaming his name, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
Through the headset, Sohee's moan was loud and desperate. "Oh," his hand moving frantically.
But Sungchan wasn't done. He gripped Anton's hips and stood, lifting her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still trembling with aftershocks, as he carried her to the desk. He set her down on the edge, pushing her back until she was lying flat, her legs spread wide.
"Sungchan," she gasped, her voice wrecked.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, positioning himself at her entrance again. He thrust in hard, and she cried out, her back arching off the desk. "And neither is Sohee."
He set a brutal pace, fucking into her hard and fast. The desk creaked beneath them, and Anton's moans were constant now, high and desperate. He could see where they were joined, could see his cock disappearing into her over and over, slick with her arousal.
"You’re so needy," Sungchan said, his voice rough. "So desperate for oppa’s cock"
"I need it. Need you so much." Anton gasped.
"Tell Sohee," Sungchan commanded. "Tell him how much you need my cock."
"I need it so much," Anton moaned, her voice loud and clear. "I can't stand being without it. Without him, without his cock. I think about it all day, think about him fucking me like this."
Sohee's moan was loud through the headset. "I'm close," he panted.
"Not yet," Sungchan ordered, his voice commanding. "You don't come until I say you can."
"Sungchan, please," Sohee begged, his voice desperate.
"I said not yet." Sungchan thrust harder, changing the angle, and Anton screamed. "You're going to wait. You're going to listen to me fuck her, listen to her come again, and then maybe I'll let you finish."
“Fuck you," Sohee groaned, and Sungchan could hear him struggling, could hear the way his breathing was ragged.
Sungchan's hand moved between Anton's legs, his thumb finding her clit. She was so sensitive from her first orgasm that she jerked at the contact, a high whine escaping her throat.
"Too much," she gasped.
"You can take it," Sungchan said firmly, his thumb moving in tight circles. "You're going to come for me again. Going to come so Sohee can hear how good I make you feel."
Anton's hands scrabbled at the desk, looking for purchase. Her legs were shaking, her whole body trembling. "I can't," she whimpered.
"Yes, you can." Sungchan's voice was firm, commanding. "Come for me, baby. Show Sohee what a good girl you are."
His thumb pressed harder, and Anton's second orgasm crashed over her. She screamed, her walls clenching so tight around him that he could barely move. Her whole body convulsed, and Sungchan felt his own orgasm building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine.
"Please, Sungchan, please let me come." Sohee moaned through the headset.
"Come for us," Sungchan growled, and he heard Sohee's choked cry as he finally let go. The sound of Sohee's orgasm, desperate and broken, pushed Sungchan over the edge. He thrust in deep one last time and came with a groan, spilling inside Anton.
For a moment, the only sounds were their collective breathing, harsh and uneven. Sungchan slumped forward, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of Anton. She was trembling beneath him, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
Through the headset, Sohee's breathing was still ragged. "That was..." he started, his voice hoarse. "Fuck."
"Yeah," Sungchan managed, breathless.
"I should... I'm going to go," Sohee said, embarrassment creeping into his voice now that the haze of arousal was fading.
"Yeah," Sungchan said again.
The call disconnected. Sungchan pulled out slowly, and Anton whimpered at the loss. He looked down at her, sprawled on his desk, thoroughly fucked and satisfied. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, her thighs slick with their combined release.
"Still want to play games?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Sungchan pulled her up and into his arms, carrying her toward the bed. "Not a chance."
Three days later, Sohee showed up at their apartment with takeout and an expression that was trying very hard to be casual. He'd texted earlier asking if they wanted to hang out, and Sungchan had agreed immediately, curious to see how this would play out.
Anton answered the door in one of Sungchan's oversized shirts and shorts that barely covered anything. Her hair was still damp from the shower, and she smiled at Sohee like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't listened to her getting railed while jerking himself raw.
"Hey," she said brightly, stepping aside to let him in. "Sungchan's setting up the TV."
Sohee's ears were already pink. "Cool. I brought Chinese."
They settled in the living room, containers spread across the coffee table. For about ten minutes, they managed normal conversation, classes, mutual friends, some drama in their group chat. But the tension was palpable, thick enough that Anton kept shooting amused glances between them.
Finally, Sungchan couldn't resist. "So, Sohee," he said, his tone deliberately light as he reached for more fried rice. "You been playing any ranked lately? Or are you still too... distracted?"
Sohee choked on his noodles. Anton burst out laughing, her hand flying to her mouth.
"You're an asshole," Sohee managed once he'd stopped coughing, but his face was scarlet.
"I'm just asking." Sungchan's grin was wicked. "You seemed pretty into our last session. Thought maybe you'd want a rematch."
"I hate you," Sohee muttered, but there was no real heat in it. His eyes kept darting to Anton, who was watching them both with obvious entertainment.
"He's been like this for three days," Anton informed Sohee, her voice full of mischief. "Absolutely insufferable. You'd think he won the lottery."
"I mean," Sungchan said, setting his container down and pulling Anton into his lap in one smooth motion. She went willingly, settling against him with practiced ease. "Can you blame me? That was pretty incredible."
Anton's breath hitched slightly as Sungchan's hands settled on her waist, his thumbs rubbing small circles against her hip bones through the thin fabric of her shorts. Sohee's chopsticks had frozen halfway to his mouth, his attention completely captured.
"You're terrible," Anton said, but she was smiling, her body relaxing back against Sungchan's chest.
"You love it," Sungchan murmured against her ear, just loud enough for Sohee to hear. His hands slid up her sides, taking the hem of her shirt with them. "Don't you, baby?"
"Maybe," she breathed, and Sungchan could feel her pulse quickening under his touch.
He lifted the shirt slowly, revealing inch by inch of smooth skin. Her stomach first, the soft curve of her waist, then higher. She wasn't wearing a bra, hadn't been this whole time, and when the fabric cleared her chest, Sohee made a sound like he'd been punched.
Sungchan tossed the shirt aside. Anton sat there in his lap, topless, her skin flushed and her nipples already beginning to stiffen in the cool air. She didn't move to cover herself, didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, she stretched slightly, arching her back in a way that made her breasts lift.
"Holy hell," Sohee whispered, his food completely forgotten.
"Pretty, isn't she?" Sungchan's hands came up to cup her breasts, his palms warm against her skin. They were full and heavy in his hands, soft and perfect. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and Anton made a small sound of pleasure.
"She's..." Sohee trailed off, his eyes locked on where Sungchan was touching her. "Yeah. Really pretty."
Anton laughed, the sound breathy and pleased. "You can do better than that, Sohee."
Sungchan rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging slightly, and she arched into the touch. Her head fell back against his shoulder, exposing the long line of her throat. "Tell him how they feel," Sungchan said, his voice low and commanding.
"Soft," Anton said, her voice taking on that teasing quality she got when she was enjoying herself. "Really sensitive. Especially when someone knows what they're doing."
She was playing with them, Sungchan realized. Drawing this out, enjoying the attention from both of them. His clever, playful girl.
He pinched her nipples harder, and she gasped, her hips shifting in his lap. "They taste even better," Sungchan said, his eyes meeting Sohee's. "Want to find out?"
Sohee's throat worked as he swallowed. "Are you... is this really...?"
"Come here," Anton said, and her voice had dropped into something sultry and inviting. She crooked a finger at Sohee, her lips curving into a smile that was pure temptation. "Don't be shy now. You weren't shy when you were listening to me."
That got him moving. Sohee set his food down and crossed the space between them, dropping to his knees in front of the couch. He was close enough now that Sungchan could see how blown his pupils were, could see the way his hands were shaking slightly.
"Go ahead," Sungchan encouraged, his own hands still working Anton's breasts, kneading and squeezing. "Touch her."
Sohee reached out tentatively, his fingertips barely grazing the underside of her breast. Anton made an encouraging sound, and he grew bolder, his palm flattening against her skin. His hand was cooler than Sungchan's, and Anton shivered at the temperature difference.
"They're so soft," Sohee said, wonder clear in his voice. He cupped her other breast, his thumb sweeping over her nipple experimentally. Anton's breath caught, and Sohee did it again, more deliberately this time.
"See?" Sungchan said, his lips brushing Anton's ear. "He's a quick learner."
"Mmm," Anton hummed, her body responding to both sets of hands on her. "Not bad for a beginner."
Sohee's eyes flashed with something competitive, and he leaned in, his mouth replacing his thumb. He took her nipple between his lips and sucked, and Anton's whole body jerked.
"There you go," Sungchan praised, his own hands moving to knead the flesh Sohee wasn't occupying. "Just like that."
Sohee's technique was enthusiastic if a bit clumsy, his tongue swirling around her nipple before sucking again. But Anton didn't seem to mind, she was making these small, breathy sounds, her fingers threading through Sohee's hair to hold him in place.
"Teeth," she instructed, her voice husky. "Use your teeth a little."
Sohee obeyed, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud, and Anton's hips rolled involuntarily. Sungchan could feel her getting worked up, could feel the heat building in her body.
"Good boy," Anton praised, and Sohee made a muffled sound against her skin that might have been a whimper. "Just like that. A little harder."
Sungchan watched Sohee work, his own arousal building as Anton squirmed in his lap. He could feel her getting restless, her thighs pressing together, seeking friction. His hand slid down her stomach, fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts.
"Spread your legs," he murmured against her neck, and Anton obeyed immediately, her thighs falling open. Sungchan's fingers found her through her underwear, and she was already soaked, the fabric damp with her arousal.
"Someone's excited," he teased, rubbing slow circles over her clothed center. Anton whined, her hips lifting to seek more pressure.
Sohee pulled back from her breast, his lips swollen and slick. "Can I...?" he asked, his eyes dropping to where Sungchan's hand was working between her legs.
"Patience," Sungchan said, but he was already hooking his fingers in Anton's waistband, lifting her hips to slide both her shorts and underwear down her legs. She kicked them off, and then she was completely bare in his lap, exposed and wanting.
"Damn," Sohee breathed, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily.
Anton laughed, the sound edged with arousal. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do," Sohee said, his voice rough.
Sungchan's fingers returned to her center, this time with nothing between them and her slick heat. He traced her folds slowly, teasingly, gathering her wetness. "She's dripping," he informed Sohee conversationally, as if discussing the weather. "Been thinking about this, haven't you, baby?"
"Maybe," Anton said, but her voice was shaky, her hips chasing his fingers.
"Maybe?" Sungchan slid one finger inside her, and she clenched around him immediately. "Feels like more than maybe."
He worked her slowly, his finger curling to find that spot inside her that made her see stars. Anton's head thrashed against his shoulder, small sounds escaping her throat. Sohee watched, transfixed, his hand moving unconsciously to palm himself through his jeans.
"You want him to touch you?" Sungchan asked, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside her. "Want to feel what his hands are like?"
"Yes," Anton admitted, her voice breaking on the word. "Please."
Sungchan withdrew his fingers, and Anton made a sound of protest. But then he was spreading her legs wider, hooking them over his own to keep her open and exposed. "Go ahead," he told Sohee. "Touch her. Make her feel good."
Sohee didn't need to be told twice. His hand replaced Sungchan's, his fingers sliding through her wetness with a reverence that made Anton shudder. He explored her carefully, learning her responses, what made her gasp and what made her moan.
"Inside," Anton instructed, her voice commanding despite her breathless state. "Put your fingers inside me."
Sohee slid two fingers into her, and Anton's back arched, her body accepting the intrusion eagerly. He started moving them, pumping in and out, and Anton rode his hand shamelessly.
"Curl them," Sungchan coached, his own hands returning to her breasts. "Feel that spot? Right there. Press against it."
Sohee adjusted his angle, and Anton cried out, her walls clenching around his fingers. "Right there," she panted. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."
Sohee worked her relentlessly, his fingers hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. His thumb found her clit, rubbing messy circles, and Anton was falling apart between them. Her thighs were shaking, her breathing ragged, and Sungchan could tell she was close.
"You want to come on his fingers?" Sungchan asked, his voice low and dirty in her ear. "Want him to feel you fall apart?"
"Yes, yes, please," Anton begged, her pride completely abandoned in favor of chasing her pleasure.
"Then come," Sungchan commanded, pinching her nipples hard. "Come for us, baby. Show Sohee how pretty you look when you let go."
Anton's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her whole body going rigid before the waves of pleasure crashed through her. She was loud, uninhibited, her walls pulsing around Sohee's fingers as he worked her through it. Sohee looked awed, his eyes wide as he felt her come apart.
When the aftershocks finally subsided, Anton slumped back against Sungchan, boneless and satisfied. But Sungchan wasn't done. He could feel how hard Sohee was, could see the obvious bulge in his jeans.
"Take your clothes off," Sungchan told Sohee, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Sohee scrambled to obey, stripping out of his shirt and jeans with clumsy urgency. His boxers followed, and then he was naked, his arousal obvious and straining.
"Come here," Anton said, her voice still rough but gaining back that playful edge. She shifted in Sungchan's lap, positioning herself so she was facing forward, her legs spread wide. "I want you inside me."
Sohee moved between her legs, his hands shaking slightly as they gripped her thighs. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice uncertain despite his obvious desire.
"Very sure," Anton said, reaching down to guide him to her entrance. "Now stop being polite and take what you want."
Something shifted in Sohee's expression, that competitive edge returning. He pushed forward, and Anton's mouth fell open as he filled her. The angle was different from when Sungchan took her, the sensation new and overwhelming.
"Move," Anton commanded once he was fully seated inside her. "I'm not going to break."
Sohee started to thrust, his movements tentative at first but quickly gaining confidence. Anton met him thrust for thrust, her body still sensitive from her first orgasm. Sungchan's hands roamed her body, touching everywhere he could reach, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.
"How does she feel?" Sungchan asked, his voice rough with his own arousal. He was painfully hard, his erection pressing against Anton's back, but he was content to wait, to watch Sohee take his pleasure from his girlfriend.
"Incredible," Sohee panted, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. "So hot and slick and perfect."
"Told you," Sungchan said smugly. His hand slid down to where they were joined, his fingers finding Anton's clit. She jerked at the contact, a high sound escaping her throat.
"That's not fair," she protested weakly, but her hips were already rolling, seeking more of that friction.
"Who said anything about fair?" Sungchan's fingers worked her clit in tight circles, and Anton was quickly spiraling toward another orgasm. "You're going to come again. Going to come on his length while I watch."
"Bossy," Anton managed, but there was no real complaint in her voice. She was too far gone, caught between Sohee's increasingly desperate thrusts and Sungchan's skilled fingers.
"You love it when I'm bossy," Sungchan countered, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Love it when I tell you what to do."
"Maybe," Anton gasped, and then she was coming again, her body seizing up as pleasure ripped through her. Sohee groaned at the feeling of her clenching around him, his rhythm faltering.
"Don't stop," Sungchan ordered. "Keep going. Make her take it."
Sohee obeyed, his hips pistoning forward even as Anton trembled with overstimulation. The sounds were obscene, skin slapping against skin, Anton's breathless whimpers, Sohee's grunts of effort.
"I'm close," Sohee warned, his voice strained. "Where should I...?"
"Inside," Anton said immediately, her voice hoarse. "Come inside me. I want to feel it."
That permission was all Sohee needed. His thrusts became erratic, desperate, and then he was spilling inside her with a broken sound. Anton made a satisfied noise, her body accepting everything he gave her.
Sohee collapsed forward, catching himself on the couch cushions on either side of them. His breathing was harsh, his body trembling with the aftershocks. Anton reached up to cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss that was surprisingly tender given what they'd just done.
When they finally broke apart, Sohee pulled out carefully and moved aside. Anton immediately turned in Sungchan's lap, straddling him properly. Her eyes were dark and hungry, and Sungchan knew exactly what she wanted.
"Your turn," she said, her hands already working at his belt. "I'm not done with you yet."
Sungchan grinned, his hands gripping her hips. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you either."