When Otabek thought back to how all this would go being with Yuri... as Yuri was with him and Seung gil - he had to wonder how their friendship would maintain. Of all the scenarios in his head how this would work, having Seung gil on his lap with his tongue deep in his mouth somehow escaped his mind.

Not that this was a bad thing, not at all. Otabek was quickly turned on by the way Seung gil pressed against him, his hips rocking gently against him- even how Seung gil guided his hands down his body to hold his ass tight.

His heart was about to pound out of his chest. Otabek decided that maybe thinking was not his strongest point. He had over thought this entire process. Seung gil felt good in his lap. Seung gil kissed so wonderfully. Seung gil…

Whispering his name as their mouths parted, Otabek was squeezing Seung gil's ass while he felt nails scratching through the short hairs on his scalp.

"It was about time you woke up," Seung gil said, smiling down at him.

A small hum, and Otabek was chasing the swollen lips of Seung gil's- pressing his mouth back to his- pushing him backwards onto the couch. Seung gil did not fight him, and Otabek settled on top of him, pressing his own hips into Seung gi'sl this time. Soft moans and smacks of their mouths as their body rutted against each other.

A knock at the door and they both stopped. Seung gil smiled up at Otabek and playfully grinded his hips back into him. "Are you going to get the door, or are you going to be rude?"

A groan, and as Otabek got up, he had to adjust his cock in his jeans. Seung gil sat up, running his hands through his hair and straightening his clothing.

Opening the door, Yuri slowly looked him up and down- a smile forming on his face as he did. "Nice boner," Yuri said before leaning in to kiss his cheek and enter the flat.

Otabek gasped and startled back. It was not as if he was caught doing something wrong, but just a few seconds ago he was steadily grinding against Seung gil. Something in his mind told him this was… awkward.

"Hey, Yuri!" Seung gil greeted.

"Well don't you two look… mischievous," Yuri said, setting down a bottle of wine then joining Seung gil on the couch. Quickly, Yuri had grabbed Seung gil's shirt, pulling him to his body- their mouths meeting. Keeping his eyes open, Yuri stared right at Otabek while obscenely plunging his tongue into Seung gil's mouth.

They looked really good together. Otabek had a slight urge to pull his cock out and just stroke as he watched them. It was turning him on that much- he had his own live porn going on right in his damn living room. The way Yuri pulled Seung gil to him, and then Seung gil moving on top of Yuri. Even while green eyes stared over at him, it made Otabek feel involved .

"You didn't let him… did you?" Yuri asked Seung gil.

Seung gil shook his head and they both looked at Otabek. Why did he have a feeling this was turning against him?

Yuri crooked his finger at Otabek and Seung gil sat up. Walking over to them, Otabek was not sure what these two were up too- but he was sure it was to only torture him. Approaching the couch, Otabek was led between them- Yuri on his mouth kissing him, Seung gil on his neck biting. Two sets of hands moving over him, and Otabek could not keep track anymore. One moment it was Yuri he was kissing, then it was Seung gil. At times it was Yuri and Seung gil as their hands only teased at him more.

It was getting hot fast. Otabek had lost his shirt in the process, and two mouths where working over his chest. Gasping and moaning, his hands took purchase in both their hair. Seung gils was thick and dark in his fingers- Yuri's was golden and silky.

Yuri pulling away from Otabek, leaned over him to kiss Seung gil. "I'm getting hungry," he said.

"Otabek is the one cooking," Seung gil said.

Then two sets of eyes stared up at him. Unfortunately for Otabek, all the blood had rushed from his brain to his cock.

"What?"

"We are hungry," Seung gil stated.

"I thought you were going to cook?" Yuri asked.

Sonofabitch! That was right. The issue was, Otabek's dick could cut diamonds at this point. His briefs were soaked with precum and he had new marks blooming on his chest. Yet these two… wanted dinner.

"Seriously?" Otabek asked, gesturing to his raging hard on.

"We can take care of that later," Yuri said while his hand moved over the crotch of his jeans.

"He should leave his shirt off as he cooks," Seung gil said, moving in to kiss Yuri's lips.

"Definitely," Yuri agreed.

"I hate you both," Otabek groaned, but still found himself getting up, once again adjusting his cock as he made his way to the kitchen. He had no idea why he did it- but his cock said if he did this, it would be worth it.

To make matters worse, Yuri and Seung gil followed him into the kitchen, opening wine and sitting at their small table. Small giggles from Yuri as he cooked and Seung gil making rather lewd comments the entire time.

"I like seeing this playful side of Seung gil," Yuri said while moving over into Seung gil's chair and straddling him. Their mouths meeting briefly before both of them checking to see if Otabek was watching.

"Yeah, add caffeine or alcohol to that asshole and he somehow forms a personality," Otabek stated.

"So not true," Seung gil said, his hands moving down Yuri's body, grabbing his ass firmly. "Don't burn our dinner."

"Don't fucking distract me," Otabek mumbled before turning around to keep an eye on the food. It was hard cooking like this. Not only did his balls ache, but the sounds coming from those two between kisses and giggles- was killing him.

At one point when Otabek turned, Seung gil had Yuri's cock in his hand while kissing him deeply. Moans and cries from Yuri had gotten his attention- his full attention. The way Yuri's back arched, his hair falling backwards, Seung gil kissing at his throat, while still stroking him. Dark eyes turned to stare at him- Otabek gulping and did not even notice he was palming himself right in the fucking kitchen as dinner cooked.

"Don't burn our dinner," Seung gil grumbled, twisting his fist over Yuri's cock, making Yuri scream.

And in the end, their dinner was almost burnt but still edible.

Once they had all eaten, Otabek found himself laid on the couch, a movie playing and his balls still aching. Seung gil and Yuri managed to get each other off, but decided neglecting him was their game for the night. His belly was full, and Yuri continued to lay up against him, his hand between his legs as his thumb stroked over the crotch of his jeans.

Would it be rude to just flip Yuri and fuck him? This is what Otabek was thinking. He had to deal with the hand job in the kitchen and Yuri going down on Seung gil as he almost burnt their dinner. He was finding this little deal of their very unsatisfying on his end.

"Oh look, Yuri," Seung gil said, coming back into the room with wine for them. "I think our Otabek is pouting."

A giggle and Yuri looked up. Otabek glared at Seung gil. He was fucking horny! Of course he was pouting!

"Asshole," Otabek grumbled.

"Awwww," Yuri cooed, moving so he was face to face with Otabek. "Does our Beka need some attention?"

A grunt and Otabek decided he was not playing into their games- even if his balls ached and his cock felt like it could explode any moment. Yuri kissing him, and Otabek signed as their tongues met. Sweet wine layered in both their mouths as the kiss deepened. Hands moving on his jeans and Otabek felt his knees being spread. Peeking out from his kiss, Seung gil was undoing his pants, kneeling between his legs.

"Have we teased you too much, Altin?" Seung gil asked, his mouth moving to kiss at his navel.

Now this is what Otabek was wanting.

Nodding his head, Yuri was now kissing his neck as his hand reached for Seung gil's hair. Once his cock was freed, Otabek moaned at the way Seung gil licked around the head. Closing his eyes, he rested his head back- letting all the sensations slam into him.

"You should join me, Yuri," Seung gil said.

Next thing Otabek knew, two tongues were licking at him. Gasping as he looked down, Yuri was bent over him as Seung gil was kneeled on the floor.

Being teased all night, Otabek was embarrassed how fast he came. It was so hard having both of them taking turns to see who could take more of him down their throat, then stroking him with their mouths wide open wanting his release.

There was no way he was going to survive these two.

Ok… maybe the teasing was worth it. A heavy sigh, and Otabek held them both to him, kissing the tops of their head.